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Honey - Teaching You How to Play Darts

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I apologize for not posting this in a timely manner, this ask was scheduled to be posted after the Kalim ask and I was having a lot of trouble with that one. Anyway, I decided to make this one into a oneshot instead of having it be Headcannons. Thank you for requesting something for Nanbaka, it's one of my favorite animes/mangas at the moment. —Benny🐰

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"Huh? Darts..?"

[Name] asks, tilting his head to the side and making his somewhat long hair sway with the motion.

It was during lunch that Honey, along with Trois, had appeared in front of the eating h/c-ette and suggested playing a game of darts. The purple-pink-haired inmate nodded proudly, taking a seat next to his boyfriend.

"Yes, Darts! You remember the prize for winning inmates at the New Year's tournament?—"

He asked, leaning an arm on the table and receiving a soft nod from [Name].

"—Well, that number eleven from building thirteen had a game room be built there as his prize. They have a few dart boards in there, so I wanted to ask Supervisor Kiji to let us go so I could teach you how to play!"

[Name] raised a brow and set his chopsticks down on the edges of his bowl, pausing to finish his meal in favor of answering his handsome boyfriend. He rested his head on the palm of his hand and closed his eyes shut for a moment, shielding them from the cafeteria's overhead lights.

"Hm. Thirteen's supervisor is okay with sharp objects like darts being in the hands of inmates? Is that even allowed? It sounds irresponsible..."

The h/c-ette mutters, picking up his cup and taking a sip of his tea while reopening his eyes and sending a half-lidded side glance to the man seated next to him.

Honey chuckles and puts an arm around the taller's shoulder, pulling him in close. He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of his lips; ignoring Trois' catcalling in the background.

"That's true~... but you'll go, yes? For me?"

He hums as he rests his head on the e/c-eyed man's shoulder; bringing his other hand up to play with a few locks of hair.

[Name] lets out a huff from his nose as he narrows his eyes for a second before sighing and gently laying his head on top of Honey's.

"Hm... fine."

He mutters quietly, pressing a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.

"This is the game room? Isn't this a bit... excessive?"

[Name] mutters from his position behind Kiji, Trois, and Honey; a comical sweatdrop slowly going down his head as he observes the room that the four of them had just entered.

The game room was very spacious and welcoming; a large lounge area with wide sofas was occupied by an inmate who seemed to be reading what looked like tonight's dinner menu and another who was taking the plastic off of a couple of card games. Off to the side was a sit-in bar that presumably served nonalcoholic drinks, this is still a prison after all. A few arcade games, one of which being played by a bandaged inmate with green hair, lined the wall, and a nice billiards table stood in the middle of the room.

And, of course, a few dart booths were there, just as Honey had said, sitting just opposite the lounging area.

It was far too grand to be here in a prison in [Name]'s opinion, but this is Nanba we're talking about here. The entire prison island glimmered like a freshly polished diamond, there's not much that seems out of place when it comes to that.

"They're over here, ignore those three and let's get to throwing some darts!"

Honey cheers; breaking h/c-ette from his observation as he takes them by the hand and drags them over to the unoccupied dart booths.

Stopping in front of them, the purple-pink-haired man releases [Name]'s hand and turns to the booth, and squats down, opening the large cabinet doors at the bottom and taking out the needed box of darts and board. He then stands, closing the cabinet and handing the taller the box before fixing the board into place.

"Alright. Now, I want you to show me how you throw; I need to know how good you are first."

The handsome man directed, gently taking the box from the taller's hands and sliding it open to reveal the darts inside.

[Name] sighed quietly, hoping his lover couldn't hear it as he hesitantly pinched a dart between his fingers and nervously took aim at the board. He threw a few glances at Honey, each time receiving an encouraging nod back before he finally threw it;—

Pomph

—it was way off. Sticking out of the printed three and ever so slowly slipping out before it clattered onto the hard wooden lip that sat atop the cabinet.

Honey chuckles from beside the h/c-ette; taking out another and holding it beside his face, just about eye level before handing it off to the taller and gesturing for him to try again.

[Name] huffs as he replicates his boyfriend's movements and prepares to throw the dart once again before you're stopped by Honey as he sets the box to the side and makes his way behind him.

"Move this leg forward just a bit and when you throw, don't let your wrist go limp."

The shorter directs from behind, resting his hands on the e/c eyed's waist after he corrects their posture.

"Hm."

[Name] hummus as he glances back at his lover with lightly warmed cheeks before turning his focus back to the board.

Following the earlier example and directions he was given, the h/c-ette aims the board, holding the dart at eye level before throwing it forward.—

Pomph

—Ending up just three inches shy of the bullseye in the middle.

"Good job, Baby! I knew you could do it!"

Honey cheers from his new place in front of [Name] before he wraps his arms around their waist and stands on his toes to place a loving kiss on their lips.

The taller looks away with burning cheeks before their moment is interrupted by the loud exclamations of the surrounding inmates and two supervisors that they seemed to have forgotten about. Well, barring Trois of course, he only gave the two a thumbs up and a smirk before turning back to the billiards table.

They turned the rest out; though they could faintly hear the loud questions from building thirteen's cell thirteen and the screams of building thirteen's supervisor towards their own.

What a day.

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happy-beeeps · 4 years

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I don’t do droids

Pairing: translator!reader x Din Djarin

WC: 1,185

Summary: First part in a fic with Din and this fun translator. I see this being kind of long term, I want to give them some time to grow together before we even get to introducing the child. There will be pining.

Warnings: Literally none, woohoo!

A/N: I’ve been listening to this playlist on spotify by metalcorecore and I 10/10 recommend

(Gif not mine, credits to the maker)

_______________________________________________________________________Galactic basic is simple. Spoken in nearly every system across the galaxy, understood by almost every species. It was easy. It didn’t have the guttural sounds of Huttese, or the tradition of Mando’a, but it was easy to use.

It also had the privilege of being one of the few languages Din Djarin spoke, and understood fluently. Sure, he could butcher his way through a conversation in Bocce, and he knew enough Aqualish to get by, but not nearly enough to be there for more than a quick job. He meant to learn, really, but figured eventually he couldn’t be bothered to learn more.

After all, there were bounties to collect and weapons to clean.

Now, however, Din was starting to realize the error of his ways. Greef Karga sat across from him, sliding a bounty puck across the table. “This is it, the highest bounty I‘ve got.”

“Whose the target?”

“Politician’s kid, also a bail jumper. Should be a quick pick up.” Din turned the puck over in his hand and flicked the switch, “He should be hiding out in Devaron. Plenty of places to stop and refuel out there.” With this, he flipped the puck off and placed it down, “I don’t speak Devaronese.” He mumbled, leaning back into the booth across from the older man. Greef sighed and pushed the puck towards him, “Look, Mando, that last bounty should be more than enough to buy you a nice refuel, some supplies, and a translator.”

“I don’t do droids, Greef.”

“I didn’t say it had to be a droid.” He said, sliding him a flimsi with a few words and names scrawled across it, “might be worth it to check this out, lower levels of Coruscant.” Din eyed the small piece in his hand before grabbing his puck and turning out on his heel. “I knew you’d settle for a crew eventually!” Greef called out behind him, laughing and settling back along the bench.

* * *

He found himself now elbow to elbow with people of all species, bumping against him leaving the tiniest of marks along his already dirtied beskar. He hated it here, dark and damp smelling vaguely of musk and sweat. The visor in his helmet blurred the neon signs around him, beggars and merchants calling out to him shining faded lights near his face. He could see the criminals around him picking their teeth as he walked by. A Mandalorian could be valuable these days, he knew that better than anyone else. He hated Coruscant. The upper levels weren’t much better, all bright incandescent lights and people who thought they were better than everyone else. Like the worst parts of Canto Bight just slightly less flashy.

He let his feet carry him along cracked duracrete road until he found a rundown apartment complex. He followed the words on the flimsi and shuffled up to the lift, selecting the buttons to take him up to the apartment he was looking for. Beneath his helmet, he couldn’t help but small down at the older Rodian woman beside him, how she was hunched over from years of crouching and shuffling. He knew when she looked up, she’d never see a smiling face, just the cold, unforgiving glare of beskar.

Stepping out of the lift, he counted numbers outside doors until he found what he was looking for; 0382, 0383, 0384, 0385. Rapping lightly on the door, he kept his hand at his side until the door swung open.

Din was sure, at that moment, he’d never seen someone more beautiful. You were maybe a head shorter than him, hair fluttering around your shoulders as you stared at him with large, inquisitive eyes. You were humanoid, he was sure of it, but the side of your face was speckled with tiny tattoos, like starry freckles sprayed across your cheek. “I don’t know any Mandalorians.” You’d said, shutting the door quickly, until he kicked his foot out to stop it from shutting. “Greef Karga sent me. I’m looking for Y/N L/N.”

“Hmph,” you’d mumbled, opening the door for him to step inside. “Did he now. Hurry in, you’re letting all my incense out.”

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Your quarters were small, a medium sized room with a small kitchen and living space, with a bed tucked in the back surrounded by sheer curtains. You had books stacked up along your walls from systems he hadn’t even heard of, and maps tacked up along your walls. You smelled faintly of florals and smoke, he suspected from the aforementioned incense you had burning near the door, and dressed unlike a woman he expected to be living here. Clad in flowy pants of many colors and a short, tight black long sleeve top, you pulled your hair up out of your face as you talked to him. He watched your nose scrunch as he started talking. “Greef told you to buy me? Did he mention I’m not for sale?” You spoke, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I expected when he said it wasn’t a droid, I wasn’t expecting-”

“A living, breathing, sentient being? With rights?”

“No, but I wasn’t expecting an android either.” This elicited a chuckle from you, and he watched as you pulled the cup up to your lips and took a sip. “You’re a Mandalorian, right?”

“What gave it away?”

“Your dashing personality, but I see there's a sense of humour in this one. I was going to offer you food in private, I can step out. But okay, I’ll hear you out. What do you want?”

“I need a translator. I don’t do languages.”

“You’d be better off with a droid, cheaper and more reliable.”

“I also don’t do droids.”

“I suppose you don’t,” you took another sip from your cup and looked back at him, “Alright, what’s your deal? Looking for a crewmate?”

“Possibly. Greef said you spoke some languages.” You scoffed and leaned back, “I speak nearly all the main forms of communication spoken in the main systems of the galaxy, plus the sneaky stuff I know you bounty hunters need, and twenty nonverbal languages. I dabble in the ancients too.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m good for what you need, and I can use some mean Huttese too for bargaining. Where are we going?”

“Devaron. We leave as soon as you can pack some things. I can pay handsomely.”

“Say less, I’m all yours. How long should I pack for? You gonna keep me around alor’ad?” You’d laughed as you hopped off the stool and made your way over to your trunk in the corner. You smiled as you watched his body respond to the sound of his native tongue, he smirked back and responded, “We’ll see how long I can put up with you mir’sheb.” You laughed back at him as you finished throwing a few small things in a pack and headed towards your door. “C’mon, I’ve already prepaid this place out with all that was left of my credits. I’ve got nothing keeping me here.”

You we’re going to be the death of him, that he was sure of.

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