Hey, I figured since there seemed to be no male!readers for star wars, I'd make one. Also, the reader, you, is not human, since not a lot of stories are like that either.
I have no idea where I'm going with this, but I know this much so far:
You're...
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(^Thats you. Your eyes are your eye color, also the hair is a darker shade of purple but my art app wasn't complying)
Day 1
Planet Valvina
Sector 38
In the Blue Boy Brothel, the worst of the slums in sector 38, alarm ran askew.
There stood a line of young men, all ranging in their tones of blue: some pale, others bright like the sky, a few even as dark as the blue of the Terran oceans. And before this line of blue men was the brothel mistress, a red-skinned alien woman who stood tall and proud even though her stature was smaller than theirs. She was a strict woman, throwing around her authority with little care for those on the receiving end. She claimed not to have favorites- though all of the brothel men knew her words were lies. It was proven so by the Mistress's favored- you.
"Oi! You'd do best to listen. As you all have heard, the Kylo Ren has requested to see you boys. Any of you botch this, you'll find yourself at the end of my lashings. And I will not be merciful." She snarled.
A few of the handsome and muscular men grumbled, knowing that the Mistress had hidden away her little prince, and did not plan to let Kylo Ren see him. However, they did not openly accuse her, knowing they'd receive heavy punishment if they would. So they held their tongues as they lined up in a neat formation, standing shamelessly despite their lack of clothing. She turned back and stared at them with hardened black eyes, her alien appearance giving the look extra malice. The harsh look melted from her eyes into a fake smile, and she turned back and swung the door open gracefully, immediately bending into a half bow. All of the men in the room turned their eyes to the floor, not daring to look up as the sound of booted feet walked into the room.
"Good Day, Lord Kylo. Please, take your time in selecting a-" The brothel mistress screwed her green lips together when the black-clad man waved his hand in dismissal. She bowed once again in acknowledgement to his authority. The Sith Lord walked slowly through the room, narrowed eyes scanning the tall and muscular alien men before him, though they could not see it from behind his mask. Finally, he turned back to the red woman, and spoke.
"You are hiding another." His voice was low with warning. The Mistress gulped, knowing she had been caught red handed.
"Y-You see, my liege, he- he is not up f-" Her rambling had been cut off by none other than Kylo Ren himself.
"Bring him here, woman." It was not a request, but a command. The red alien woman seemed to shrink in both fear and despair, beginning to make her way to a door not far off from the entrance. She cooed out in a foreign language, knocking on the door in a comforting fashion.
"Child~ Someone wishes to see you." The room behind the door was silent for a few moments before a soft reply was heard.
"Yes, Mistress. I will be out in a second." There was shuffling as the person hidden assumingly made their way to the door, and the door knob turned moments later. Out came a boy that looked similar to the line of men, but different in his own way. Rather than being tall and masculine like the others, you were shorter and slimmer, giving off a rather effeminate look. You were a soft teal in color, face round and lips plush. The red and white makeup adorning your face was complimented by your round (e/c) eyes. Your lithe stature is what made you, (M/N) XξЖ-β℘, the Mistress's favored.
The moment Kylo Ren had set his eyes on your smaller form, he knew. Yes, you were the one giving off the strong force energy.
