There's a certain part in here from @B0baL0tl in a comment section, and I hope it was used well.
Also I've decided to add a request from @mr__aesthetic because this is my story and why tf not. (Also I have another FTM/Enby story coming up)
Warnings: Violence, Fear, Death, Dysphoria, Swearing, Moff Gideon, Family Drama, Soft Mando<3
Mandalorian x FTM! reader
Word Count: (First of all, we will begin to see mentions of dysphoria and such, and the beginnings of questioning ones identity, and I...would tackle the topic more in the next chapter of this series, but this had been sitting for over a year (or two >_<) and I couldn't even really finish this one. SO the last bit is gonna be what I WOULD have written, and that'll be that! Let chapter 16 commence!)
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As you descended the ramp of the Slave I, you strode beside your Mandalorian companion, the dry atmosphere of Lafete prickling your exposed skin uncomfortably. Boba Fett walked on Din's other side, the three of you entering the pub with hidden expressions - the other two quite literally - and a menacing gaze that swept across the room. The presence of the Mandalorians drew the absent attention of lingering patrons, but you paid them no mind as soon as your aunts head of autumn red hair turned to you, bringing a smile to your otherwise barren expression.
You walked calmly to her table, never letting an emotion slip from your rigid posture or glittering eyes. The men on either side of you fell behind nonetheless, and you let the stone cold mold of your face crumble a bit as you stood before Bo, her expression nearly matching yours, if not a bit bemused.
"Hello Bo." You greeted softly.
"Y/n." She nodded, about to say something more when Din approached from behind.
"We need your help." He declared, earning an eye roll from you at his bluntness. Bo-katan remained still for a moment, watching him with sharp evergreen eyes.
"Not all Mandalorians are Bounty Hunters." She paused, glancing at you. "Some of us serve a higher purpose."
Your joy from seeing her again was fizzling out, replaced by an emotion you couldn't quite place, but certainly didn't like. You crossed your arms, remembering your reason to be here at all.
"They took the child." You muttered dolefully, meeting her gaze with a frigid one of your own. Guilt welled up in the pit of your stomach, threatening to swallow you whole from the inside out at the unfavorable memory. Bo's eyes softened, demeanor changing lightly.
"Who?" She asked, attention darting between you and Din.
"Moff Gideon." Din responded when you took too long, the name raising bile to both of your throats. She fell silent before turning to you regretfully, shaking her head.
"You'll never find him."
Your jaw dropped, betrayal pooling through the shine of your eyes. You surged forward with a threatening fist, but even the soothing hand on your shoulder barely kept you at bay.
"We don't need these two. Let's get outta here." Boba said from behind you, his offer sounding heavenly in the moment. You nodded reluctantly, leading Din's hand to fall back to his side. But then Bo turned away from her meal.
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