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Story: Non-linear vignettes detailing the rise, crowning, and reign of Lady Enyo, once known as Ezra Bridger, of the Empire. Dark!Fem!Ezra, slight Inquisitor and Agent Kallus romance.
Set as a genderbent future AU.
Spoilers: Yeeess. Beware.
Warnings: Perverts, raunchy humor, weird humor, craziness, etc…Criminal activity, violence, sexual situations, etc.
Pairings: Not main focus, but occasionally Fem!Ezra/Inquisitor, and Fem!Ezra/Kallus, and shades of Vader.

The God-Queen's Reign
Vignette: Training

She panted, sweat getting into her eyes. Her body hurt everywhere.

But mostly, her heart hurt the most.

"Make sure your will is unbendable. Don't give into temptation."

"Yeah? Then I guess you're never tempted to steal kisses from Hera, eh?"

"What? Shut up, you brat!"

"Hahaha!"

"Too slow," the Grand Inquisitor tutted at her, even as he grinned with his sharp teeth and attacked. "Faster, my apprentice!"

Warmth radiated from the gloved hands that held her arm and shoulder, bracing herself for him to fix her dislocated shoulder. When it was popped into place, she didn't make a sound.

"Done for the day?"

His voice was calming and soothing to her, despite the fact he'd spent the last hour beating her down to the floor.

"You're getting better."

She doubted that, but he'd always been good at fighting so of course he'd had her beat every time.

"Do you want to go back –?"

"I like our training sessions."

Because he was just a man and he didn't have a cold presence from being attuned to the Dark Side.

Because he wasn't one of them or just another Imperial.

Because he actually cared about her for some reason.

If she was tucked under his chin for a moment, and she closed her eyes to the feeling of his facial hair tickling her scalp, it was a rare moment of peace she got to have.

A knee to her gut had her gasping, and she only barely managed to jump back out of the way of the lightsaber swiping at her head.

It was close, too close.

But her new Master didn't care about that; not when the Grand Inquisitor merely just chuckled at her weak form.

She listened to the mechanical breathing, watching the figure in black watch her.

"Do you remember that feeling of anger and hate as you were tied down to that bed? As they experimented on you and took your babies?"

She bared her teeth.

"Yes."

"Good. Now take that anger and hate, and use it. Let it fuel you for the times ahead."

He breathed in and out, a deep and unsettling sound.

For some reason, it comforted her though.

"Make your body push through your limitations!" he hissed at her and she felt anger rise in her, just like another man had once told her to cling to. "Remember the power of the Dark Side of the Force. Draw on it!"

And if she pretended the tears rolling down her face was just sweat, then she could continue to act like everything was fine and that she could pull through this.

Started 12/4/17 – Completed 12/5/17

A/n: Oi! It's been a long time, right? Sorry, guys. Hopefully, I can get some more up. Looks like this first arc might be pretty finished soon, and then I've got to set up some more prompts for the second arc. Hope you guys enjoyed this one!