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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Seven)

Summary: The grand opening of (Y/N)'s seamstress shop is interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected guest.

Pairing: Din Djarin X F!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! It's been a pretty rough couple of months for me, but I managed to get this very fluffy chapter finished before its Thanksgiving deadline so I'm counting that as a win lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Seven The Shop (Previous Chapter)

“Thank you, thank you!” Greef Karga beamed as the crowd before him clapped, practically preening under his people’s undivided attention and patiently waiting for their applause to die down before continuing his speech. “It’s truly an honor to be here with you all today, and we couldn’t be gathered here together for a more momentous occasion. Several cycles ago, I had the pleasure of being introduced to a charming young lady, whose otherworldly beauty was matched only by her astounding piloting skills, her admirable bravery and her razor-sharp wit.”

From where she stood at the back of the crowd with her family, (Y/N) felt herself flush with embarrassment and she sheepishly murmured, “Such a kriffing scoundrel…”

Din’s gloved hand rubbed slow circles across the small of her back as he mumbled back, “He out of line but that doesn’t mean that he’s wrong, alor’ad.”

(Y/N) playfully elbowed her husband’s un-armored side before resting her hand back on her small baby bump and returning her attention to the High Magistrate. “This young lady, a decorated veteran of the Rebel Alliance, used her immense talents to help finally rid our planet of Imperial remnants and some time later, she took up arms against Pirate King Gorian Shard and his army to protect Nevarro in one of our darkest hours. She and her growing family now call this planet their home and today, she is fulfilling her lifelong dream of opening her very own seamstress shop and bringing a piece of Naboo to our humble homeworld.” The crowd clapped for Greef’s praises, and (Y/N) steeled her nerves for what she knew was coming. “And now, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you all the woman of the hour, Captain (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

Din lowered his head to nudge hers in a Keldabe Kiss while Grogu babbled excitedly at her from the crook of his arm, and she gave them both a wide smile before turning and striding through the applauding crowd to where Greef stood in front of her shop; the High Magistrate bowed to her and pressed a kiss onto her knuckles, his impertinent wink forcing her to muffle her giggles as she turned to address the crowd. “Thank you all so much for being here today. When I was a child, my mother used to dream of opening her own seamstress shop on our homeworld of Naboo, but she passed away before she could; her dream became mine and today, our shared dream has finally come true. Just as our High Magistrate said, I’ve brought my culture here to share with all of you and I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to do so.”

“Would you care to do the honors?” Greef inquired as the crowd gave (Y/N) a round of applause; he handed her a pair of fabric scissors and gestured towards Nida and Vorelin, her two head shop assistants, who’d stretched a white satin ribbon across the shop’s doorway. When she took her place behind the ribbon, her eyes briefly met the visor of her husband’s helmet and she beamed when he gave her a reassuring nod; she shared a smile with the High Magistrate before slicing through the ribbon and even clapped alongside the crowd. “As the High Magistrate of Nevarro, it gives me great pleasure to declare the House of (Y/L/N) open for business!”

The crowd of citizens started to disperse, with most of them filing into the shop to begin browsing their on-the-rack offerings and booking consultations and the others stopping by the food stall outside and indulging in the complementary five-blossom bread that Greef had imported all the way from Naboo. (Y/N) shook Greef’s hand and thanked him for his kind words before making her way across the street to her family; Grogu was perched on the lowest branch of one of the city’s flourishing trees, hovering fallen leaves with the Force and manipulating them into the shapes of various animals, and Din was leaning against its white bark trunk and keeping a close eye on the rambunctious child. Her footsteps quickened and her husband only had a handful of seconds to prepare before she launched herself into his arms, laughing in delight when he spun her around in a tight circle and set her down to press a lingering Keldabe Kiss against her forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, alor’ad.” The warm and honeyed tone of Din’s modulated voice caused (Y/N)’s face to flush and sent a pleasant jolt through her body, and her cheeks were starting to ache from how widely she was smiling. “And while I never had a chance to meet her, I know that your mother would be proud as well. You’ve worked so hard and for so long to achieve your dream, ner cyar’ika riduur, and there’s no one in the galaxy more deserving of all this than you.”

Pulling away so that she could better look into his helmet’s visor, she rested her hands on his chestplate and shook her head. “My dream wouldn’t be complete without you, Din.” One of her hands trailed upwards to cup the side of his helmet and she traced the pad of her thumb along the beskar’s angular design. “You supported me every step of the way, and there’s no one else in this or any other galaxy that I’d rather share all of this with than you.”

Din’s hands squeezed her waist and his helmeted head pressed further against her hand. “Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.”

Just as her husband leaned in for another Keldabe Kiss, Grogu hopped down from the branch above them and landed on her shoulder, nuzzling his face against her intricate Naboo hairstyle while both (Y/N) and Din chuckled. “You too, little guy. You didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you?” The child cooed from his perch on her shoulder, and she reached up to boop his nose and give his large ear an affectionate rub. “I don’t know about you, but I’m craving some five-blossom bread; how ‘bout we have a little snack before I head into the shop?”

Grogu babbled out an enthusiastic reply while Din maneuvered one of his gloved hands to rest against the slight swell of her stomach. “You sure it’s not our other little one who’s craving some Naboo delicacies?”

“Well, they are half-Naboo, after all,” (Y/N) conceded with a small smile. “Maybe today, they’ll finally let me keep some food down for longer than an hour.”

Humming in sympathy, the Mandalorian bowed his head to address her stomach. “Be good to your mother today, ad’ika.; we’re here to celebrate the grand opening of her shop, and it’s a very important day for her.”

(Y/N) bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the dichotomy of his no-nonsense words and his affectionate tone. After pressing a kiss onto Grogu’s wrinkled forehead, she slipped her hand into Din’s and beamed at the pair of them. “C’mon, you two, let’s go grab a little snack before I have to attend to my customers.” Those words, the words that her mother had dreamed of uttering for so long and the ones that (Y/N) had longed to say aloud ever since, caused a prideful grin to spread across her face as she strode across the crowded street alongside her family.

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(Y/N) spent the rest of the day talking to curious townspeople, scheduling consultations for various custom-designed garments, overseeing the shop’s three newly-trained associates and helping Nida and Vorelin run the register; many of their pre-made offerings proved to be a hit, forcing R5-D4 to quickly retrieve several racks of overstock from the backroom for their customers to eagerly peruse. While she dealt with a steady stream of patrons, Din took Grogu to the city’s public playground to socialize with the other children and ensure that he experienced a semblance of a normal childhood. As normal of a childhood he could have with a Mandalorian bounty hunter for a father and a Rebellion smuggler-slash-seamstress-shop owner for a mother, (Y/N) thought with an inward chuckle while she finished wrapping up a child’s dark green poncho for another satisfied customer.

While she handed over the bundle and bid her happy customer farewell, a flurry of movement outside the shop’s windows caught her attention; people were hurrying down the street, some full-on sprinting, and it was clear by the terror written across their faces that something was horribly wrong at the city’s main gate. “Pirates!” A frightened man darted into the shop with his irate tabby loth-cat clutched tightly in his arms. “The pirates are back!”

(Y/N)’s instincts kicked in before she even realized what she was doing; she pulled her holstered blaster out from under the counter and fastened it around her waist before shedding her outfit’s decorative shawl and turning to her two anxious head shop assistants. “Get as many people into the shop as you can, then activate the security protocols. I’ll take R5 with me to see what’s going on out there.”

“Okay, but be careful,” Vorelin cautioned, the Mirian male’s green-hued skin going pale as he nervously gulped. “Mando will disintegrate us if anything happens to you.”

“Don’t be silly, Vorelin, he won’t-” (Y/N) cut herself off when Nida whipped her tendril-covered head around to give her an incredulous look while Vorelin awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay, I’ll be careful.”

Gesturing for her family’s astromech droid to follow, (Y/N) left the shop and navigated the packed city streets as quickly as she could, all the while keeping an eye out for Din and Grogu. Just before rounding the corner and stepping out into the city’s main courtyard, she gripped the hilt of her holstered blaster and took a deep steadying breath, but the sound of a familiar commanding voice instantly froze her in place.

“…been nothing but cooperative from the moment we arrived, High Magistrate Karga; we already stated our purpose in visiting Nevarro and my crew generously offered to stay onboard our ship while I sort this whole mess out, and all you or this kriffing Mandalorian can do is hurl baseless accusations at us!”

(Y/N) was only vaguely aware of both Din and Greef’s voices attempting to reason with the irate woman, wholly consumed by her own memories of her turbulent adolescence and the people who’d offered her aid in her darkest hour. “Oh my Maker…” (Y/N) breathed in awe as a smile slowly spread across her face, letting go of her blaster’s hilt and reaching up to fiddle with one of her styled braids while she recalled the girl who’d transformed the worst day of her life into one of the very best…

Wiping away her tears, (Y/N) drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs in a poor attempt to generate warmth; space was cold, much colder than she’d anticipated, but then again, she’d never been to space before. Naboo was the only home she’d ever known but now that her mother – the only family she had – was gone, the frightened twelve-year old had no home. With the knowledge that she was dying, Lomiya Corrik arranged for (Y/N) to be taken off-world by the Lok Revenants and placed in the custody of some old friends of hers; Mama said that they’re smugglers, (Y/N) bit her bottom lip once again and winced when she tasted blood in her mouth, she never told me that she knew smugglers.

“Hey, kid.” (Y/N) glanced up to see a young woman standing in the entrance of the starship’s main hold; she looked to be an older teenager, with triangular orchid-colored eyes, light brown-hued skin and auburn hair, and she was offering her a kind smile as she held up a bundle of worn fabric for her to see. “Space can be pretty cold, so I brought you a blanket.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and quietly replied, “Thank you.”

The teenager nodded, handing over the blanket and taking a seat across from her at the circular table; she waited until (Y/N) wrapped the blanket around her shoulders speak again. “You don’t have to be scared, y’know. The Car’das are gonna take real good care of you; you’ll be well cared for but more importantly, you’ll be safe from the Empire.”

“I’m not scared.” (Y/N) lied, her arms tightening around her legs as she looked down at the ship’s dingy floor and sniffed. “I…I miss my mother.”

The main hold was filled with a deafening silence but just when she was beginning to think that the teenager would leave her alone, she sat up in her seat with a wide smile across her face. “You ever play Dejarik?” Looking back up, (Y/N) frowned in confusion and shook her head, which only made the teenager’s smile grow. “Oh, you’re gonna love it! Here, watch this…” She flipped a switch beneath the table and various holograms flickered into existence, each one depicting a different creature; they snarled and growled as they traversed the tabletop, and (Y/N) couldn’t contain her excitement at the wondrous sight. “Cool, right? Did you wanna learn how to play?” (Y/N) eagerly nodded. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Sol-I mean, (Y/N),” She replied, silently kicking herself for nearly revealing her real name to a complete stranger. “It’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

The teenager reached across the table to offer her a hand to shake. “My name’s-”

“Biala Sage…” (Y/N) breathed, returning to the present with a small shake of her head and a disbelieving smile spreading across her face. “C’mon, R5, let’s go greet our guest.” The astromech beeped in protest and rapidly shook his head. “I know, I know, but she’s not that kind of pirate, I promise. You trust me, right?” There was apprehension in his beeps and whistles as he replied, but he bravely began to follow after her. “That’s the spirit, R5!”

Hurrying into the courtyard, (Y/N) was immediately met with a surprising and slightly amusing sight; Greef and Din stood by the old location of IG-11’s statue, their backs facing her but their discomfort evident in their defensive stances as they were being scolded by none other than Biala Sage; the pirate captain looked relatively unchanged from when (Y/N) had known her, with smile lines etched into her light brown-hued skin and the wind blowing her auburn fringe away from her forehead, but as she drew nearer, she could see the mechno-arm that now replaced her old friend’s organic right arm. “Why’s it so hard to believe that we’re here to shop? We heard talk through the Hydian Way of a Naboo seamstress setting up shop in the Outer Rim, and we-” Biala cut her explanation short as her gaze met (Y/N)’s from over Din’s armored shoulder, her orchid-colored eyes widening in elated surprise. “(Y/N)?”

“Biala!” (Y/N) picked up her pace and met her old friend halfway across the courtyard, throwing her arms around the older woman and hugging her tight with a joyful laugh. “Maker, it’s so good to see you again!”

“How long’s it been, ten years?” Biala pulled away and held her at arm’s length to examine her. “You look amazing, kid!”

“So do you, D.D.! Your new arm’s incredible, a true work of art!”

“You Naboo are all such flatterers. But seriously, your skin’s practically glowing and your hair…” The pirate captain’s eyes flicked away from her face and down to her slightly protruding stomach as her smile widened. “Wait a sec, are you pregnant?!”

“Mm-hmm, I’m almost three months along.”

“Oh wow, congratulations!”

The sound of a throat awkwardly clearing cut through their excited celebration, and they both looked over at the Mandalorian and the High Magistrate; Din’s gloved knuckles were planted on his waist and his helmeted head was tilted to the side in confusion while Greef’s brows were raised expectantly as he studied the pirate. “I, ah, wasn’t aware that you were friendly with pirates, Captain (Y/L/N).”

“Believe me, I’m not, but my old friend here isn’t just any old pirate,” (Y/N) chuckled and patted her on the shoulder. “Meet Captain Biala Sage, the daughter of Vana Sage and a loyal member of the Lok Revenants; they’re pirates, yes, but they only target their attacks on spicerunners, enslavers, Imps and even other pirating clans. Not many people know this, but they even spent the entirety of the Rebellion smuggling weaponry to resistance groups across the galaxy.”

Greef, looking visibly more relaxed, extended his hand out for Biala to shake. “The Lok Revenants, of course; your organization’s reputation precedes you, Captain Sage. Allow me to reintroduce myself: I am Greef Karga, the High Magistrate of the independent world of Nevarro.”

Taking a step forward, Din shook Biala’s hand next and placed his gloved hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back. “Din Djarin. I’m (Y/N)’s husband.”

“You married a Mandalorian? You always did have pretty good taste, kid.” With an impressed whistle, the older woman winked at (Y/N) and gave both men a cordial smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, and I’m real sorry for all the fuss earlier; if I’d known that your peaceful little planet was so skittish around pirates, I would’ve forgone surprising (Y/N) and sent word ahead that we’d be stopping by.”

Greef’s smile tightened and (Y/N) bit her lip to keep from wincing at her old friend’s blasé words; Biala had no way of knowing that Nevarro had very nearly been conquered by pirates only a couple of months before, and it didn’t take a genius to see that the planet’s High Magistrate had taken offense to her comment. “A friend of Captain (Y/L/N) is a friend of mine. However, I must ask that your crew leave their weapons on-board your ship for the duration of your visit; after years spent fighting to achieve it, we value our peace and security here on Nevarro.”

“Of course, High Magistrate. My crew will have no problem following your city’s rules.”

“Excellent! I’ll inform our people that there is nothing to worry about, and then I’ll accompany IG-11 to the docking bay to formally greet our new guests.” Greef adjusted his robe to cover the blaster holstered at his side and inclined his head towards Biala. “I hope that you enjoy your visit to our city and to our lovely captain’s seamstress shop, Captain Sage; mark my words, in a few weeks’ time it’ll surely be the highlight of the Hydian Way!”

They watched the High Magistrate cross the courtyard to City Hall to record an official hologram message that would be broadcast across the city, and Biala awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck with her prosthetic hand. “I guess ‘skittish’ was a massive understatement. Nevarro’s had dealings with pirates?”

“This place was a real skug-hole before Karga left the bounty hunting trade and cleaned it up,” Din replied, resting his hands on his belt and shrugging his armored shoulders. “Pirates, bounty hunters, assassins, Imperial remnants…you name ‘em, Nevarro had ‘em.”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement and moved to wrap her arm around her husband’s. “Nevarro was invaded by Gorian Shard and his gang a few months back, and it took partnering with Din’s Mandalorian covert to liberate the planet from their control.”

“Wow…” The pirate captain shook her head in amazement. “The last time we saw one another, you were one of the best smugglers in the Mid-Rim. Just ten years later, you’ve got yourself your seamstress shop and a husband and-”

Just then, Grogu hopped down from the tree branches overhead and into the stunned woman’s arms, causing (Y/N) to burst into giggles and even drawing a chuckle out of the still-wary Mandalorian. “This mischievous little guy is our adoptive son, Grogu. Grogu, this is Biala, an old friend of mine” The child beamed and waved his clawed hand at Biala; her old friend’s orchid-colored eyes widened in shock and flicked up to meet hers, her gaze expressing all of the questions that were swirling around within her. Giving Din’s arm a reassuring squeeze, (Y/N) pulled away from him and offered Biala her hand. “C’mon, D.D., I’ll tell you all about it on the way to my shop…”

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One of the many things (Y/N) admired about the people of Nevarro was their inherently welcoming nature. Although rightfully apprehensive of the visiting faction of the Lok Revenants, a brief hologram message from the High Magistrate led to the city’s residents warmly embracing Captain Sage and her unarmed crew. Biala, to her credit, did her utmost to present herself as harmless and non-threatening as she possibly could; on the way to House of (Y/L/N), she bought a large cup of caf from a street vendor and chatted about her G1-M4-C Dunelizard docked outside the city’s gate with several interested patrons, her friendly nature and infectious laugh easily winning over everyone she interacted with.

To satisfy Biala’s curiosity, (Y/N) gave her a short run-down on the past ten years of her life on their walk to her seamstress shop; the pirate captain was pleased to hear that she’d joined the Rebellion and utilized her smuggling skills to save civilians and although she’d briefly explained how she’d come to be married to a Mandalorian warrior, her old friend made her promise to tell her more over dinner at the local cantina later that evening. I can’t exactly blame her, (Y/N) thought as she stole an admiring glance at Din walking beside her, even I can’t quite believe that I’m married to the kindest and most courageous man in the entire galaxy. Biala, much like the majority of those who’d gotten to meet Grogu on their many adventures, was instantly taken in by the child as they told her how he’d wound up in their care and in turn, he refused to leave his new friend’s arms and even dazzled her with some of his favorite Force-tricks.

When they eventually made their way to House of (Y/L/N) and stepped through the doorway, (Y/N) gave the group of pirates a tour of the shop’s many offerings and answered all of their questions regarding her designs; she felt a surge of pride as she watched her awestruck old friend appreciate the shop she’d spent her entire life working for, her eyes expectantly prickling with tears when she recalled a long-forgotten memory of her time with the Lok Revenants.

“A seamstress shop, huh?” Biala’s orchid-colored eyes widened with interest. To ease the boredom of hyperspace, the teenager offered to teach (Y/N) how to assemble and clean a blaster, dutifully observing her progress and offering pointers; she’d even managed to get the uncertain twelve-year old to open up a little, her extroverted nature easing her trepidation and helping her lower her guard little by little. “That’s a new one.”

(Y/N) looked up from her half-assembled blaster rifle and frowned in confusion. “A new one?”

“Well, yeah. Being a pirate all my life, I’ve heard countless people’s grand plans for their lives after the Empire runs its course and they give up their pirating ways,” The teenager explained and shrugged her shoulders. “They all usually involve wasting their credits on Canto Bight’s sabacc tables and Fathier races and drowning their sorrows in Tarisian ale. Your grand plan’s very different from what I usually hear, that’s all.”

“Oh…”

“That’s definitely not a bad thing, kid.” Biala nudged her shoulder with her own and (Y/N) felt herself relax at her gentle reassurance. “The galaxy could use some more beauty and creativity. Any idea where you’d wanna set up shop?”

Pondering the teenager’s question, (Y/N) continued to assemble the blaster rifle as she replied, “I don’t really know…somewhere that’s far away from the Empire, I guess. But it doesn’t really matter where; everyone needs clothes and wherever you go, there’s people who’ll appreciate the artistry and craftsmanship that’ll go into them.”

The young pirate nodded in understanding and after a brief moment of comfortable silence, she stood and leaned her hip against the table littered with loose blaster parts, causing (Y/N) to look up from her handiwork and arch a curious brow. “I may not be the most fashionable person in the galaxy, but I’ll tell you what, when you get this shop of yours up and running I’ll stop by and check it out.”

“That’s very nice of you, D.D., but how the kriff will you know where it’ll be or when it’ll even open-?”

“I’m a pirate, kid; it’s kind of my job to know what’s happening out there.” Biala chuckled. “Besides, how many Naboo seamstresses do you know that’ll set up shop on a planet that’s not Naboo?”

That made (Y/N) giggle. “Not many.”

“You see? It’ll be as easy as Corellian Ryshcate!” Chuckling, the teenager held out her grease-stained hand for her to shake. “I promise I’ll be there, and you should know that a Sage never turns her back on a promise. So, whaddaya say we shake on it?” A grin slowly spread across (Y/N)’s face and she shook the young pirate’s hand; Biala returned her smile with one of her own before jutting her chin towards the half-assembled blaster rifle. “Now that that’s settled, let’s get back to work; if you’re gonna succeed as a smuggler, then we’ve gotta make sure you know your way around blasters…”

After blinking away her unexpected tears, (Y/N) took a steadying breath and went about tidying up behind one of the counters, allowing her guests and the citizens of Nevarro to browse the shop’s inventory; it was there that her husband eventually found her, down on one knee and craning her neck to view her half-finished task.

“Need any help, alor’ad?”

(Y/N) glanced away from her handiwork as Din knelt beside her and gave him a brief smile. “Now that you mention it, I left my screwdriver on the counter behind you and if I let go of this to grab it, I’ll never get the kriffing thing aligned again.” He reached up and grabbed the tool off the counter, flipping it around with ease before offering its handle to her. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

While she set about screwing the Shaak-skin sheath to the underside of the counter, Din nodded in appreciation at her off-the-cuff invention. “Concealed blaster mount. That’ll come in handy if any unfriendly pirates decide to pay you a visit.”

“Anything to make my employees feel a little safer,” (Y/N) replied, tightening the final screw into the wood and slipping a blaster into its brand-new mount. “Apparently, Vorelin and Nida had a hell of a time calming Pyesca, Aca and Taterna down before Greef’s holo-message went out.” Din stood and helped her to her feet, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over her and forcing her squeeze her eyes closed. “Dank farrik, our little one didn’t seem to like that at all.”

“Take a deep breath in and slowly let it out.” Her husband’s modulated voice was steady and composed as he allowed her to grasp his gloved hand. The dizzy spells were nothing new to them; she’d been suffering with them for just over a month and the med droids assured them that they were perfectly normal in a pregnancy’s first trimester, but that didn’t stop her from loathing them with her entire being. “You’re doing great, alor’ad, just keep breathing. Why don’t you tell me more about Biala, maybe how you two met? There’s gotta be an interesting story there.”

Grateful for any distraction from her dizziness, (Y/N) released another breath and opened her eyes to focus on the visor of Din’s beskar helmet. “The Lok Revenants were the ones who helped me leave Naboo after my mother’s death; they have a long history of helping Naboo and its people out, one that stretches as far back as the Trade Federation’s failed invasion, and they made it their mission to help the most vulnerable get off-world and away from the Empire. Right before she died, my mother contacted the Lok Revenants and arranged for my safe passage to the Car’das smugglers, so I ended up spending a couple of months onboard Vana Sage’s Guardian Mantis.”

“I still don’t understand how a Naboo seamstress became acquainted with pirates and smugglers in the first place…”

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “No one’s ever told me, so I just chalked it up to a chance meeting in one of Theed’s marketplaces and left it at that.”

A peal of laughter from across the crowded shop drew their attention, and they looked over to see Biala and one of her crewmates trying on various hats in front of the floor-length mirror while Grogu, perched atop R5-D4’s head, looked on with interest. (Y/N) smiled to herself, pleased to see her old friend having fun and enjoying her shop, and Din leaned back against the counter before inquiring, “What’s D.D. stand for?”

“Double-Dealer,” (Y/N) chuckled as she leaned against the counter beside him. “Biala was the one who taught me how to play Dejarik but as it turns out, she’s one hell of a cheat. Rumor has it that that’s how she got her hands on a Class IV Imperial freighter; the weapons that were being transported on that freighter wound up winning us the Battle of the Carosi System.”

Din hummed in interest, his gaze momentarily lingering on the pirates across the shop before looking over at her. “It’s nice that she came all the way out here after only hearing a rumor while traveling the Hydian Way. Although, I guess there aren’t too many Naboo seamstresses opening up shops on planets that aren’t Naboo.” She smirked at his familiar observation and wordlessly shook her head, her shoulders finally relaxing as her dizzy spell faded away into nothing. “You know, I meant every word of what I said earlier today.” When she tipped her head to the side in confusion, her husband tightened his hand around hers while gesturing to the many happy customers that filled her shop. “You deserve all of this and more, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.”

Looking out at the scene before them, (Y/N) found herself reflecting on the future she’d naively mapped out for herself as a child: she would diligently study her mother’s profession and after becoming a talented seamstress worthy of her people’s high standards, they would open their own seamstress shop in Theed, the planet’s renowned capitol city, and once her career was off to a promising start, she would marry an accomplished artist or musician and start a family of her own. It was, however, a future that was never meant to be; the Empire seized total control of Naboo just as her mother succumbed to illness, forcing her to flee her home and start a new life as a smuggler.

But as she watched the citizens of Nevarro excitedly browse her wares, she realized that she’d achieved her dream after all, albeit in a much more unconventional, roundabout sort of way. I never had a chance to complete an apprenticeship but I’m a self-taught seamstress, (Y/N) thought to herself as she glanced down at the years’ worth of callouses and scars that littered her hands, I couldn’t open House of (Y/L/N) on Naboo but I opened it on a planet that’s just as peaceful and resilient. Din was clearly not an artist or a musician but he was an accomplished Mandalorian warrior, and Grogu and the new baby would perfectly round out their small but happy family. Because she was a rather shy child, she’d never anticipated having more than one or two friends once she reached adulthood, so it warmed her heart to know that she’d been wrong in that regard; the influence of the new friends she’d met on her many adventures alongside Din and Grogu could be seen all throughout her shop – through Bo-Katan’s gifts of green glass from Mandalore’s surface crafted into a stunning chandelier by the Armorer and a set of beskar sewing needles, Boba Fett’s gifts of sewing machines and bolts of fabric from Jabba the Hutt’s treasury and the statue of the Naboo goddess Shiraya personally commissioned by Greef Karga – and against all odds, one of her oldest friends in the galaxy kept her promise to be there for the grand opening.

It was clear that while the particulars of her childhood dream had changed, the foundation of what she’d imagined were on full display before (Y/N)’s eyes, and the realization brought a smile to (Y/N)’s lips as she took everything in. Biala, who was conversing with the now-flirtatious Greef across the packed shop and sharing a piece of five-blossom bread with Grogu, glanced over at (Y/N) and after they shared a meaningful look, the pirate captain flashed her a smile and a wink before turning back to the High Magistrate. With an inward chuckle, a beaming (Y/N) met Din’s covered gaze and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.”

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Mando’a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Ner cyar’ika riduur-my darling wife Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad-I love you, my darling captain Ad’ika-Little one

A/N: Alor'ad's finally opened her shop!! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created two Spotify playlists, one filled with of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars and the other compiled with all the songs I listen to for inspiration while writing this series, so if you’re interested in checking them out the links are down below!

Star Wars Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2KuSKJhVOPPvxdJ9YHeo4M?si=2977ff31bf0c4bdd

Din Djarin/TCoB Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5HIv4pIIgtzRW3Nyv5x7ry?si=15e457550bd94966 Taking Care of Business Masterlist

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