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Blood of Ice by armouredescort ( @armoured-escort )

The final fight does not succeed. Trevor is captured and forcibly turned.

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Chapter 12:

Burn the man, keep the weapon.

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18.Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Thank you so much for this ask @thraaaaaaaanduuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiil

What a fun one and the answer is YES absolutely. I am a real "pantser" and too many times the characters and plot are completely uncooperative, but that doesn't mean my brain wants to let go from the original or AU concept that the muse chooses to sabotage... Here are a few of the AUs that didn't happen due to characters' resistance...

The first one that jumps into my head is Deal With You which was my attempt to write Thryce hatesex and it didn’t work out that way. Basically (for anyone who doesn't know) Thrawn not-so-subtly threatens Pryce in Rebels, and says he will “deal with [her] later”. I admittedly am a pervy fan of a good dubcon/noncon scenario but they are SO challenging to make believable, especially when the characters are not cooperative. In that particular fic both the parties were just so damn willing, I couldn’t pull off the original plan, but the AU where Pryce is *cough* suitably punished still lives in my brain. Someday perhaps… It really is such a RIPE scenario.

Along the same lines, when I wrote Command Performance, my first Luke/Mara fic, the idea had been to create a real dumpster fire in chapter two where Mara wouldn’t necessarily realize it was her husband fulfilling her violent fantasy. I actually started to write it, and my beta at the time had a problem with how it was turning out. I think she wanted more hawt and less angst (and it was a gift for her) and so I went back and rewrote it to be evident from the get-go that it was Luke in the roleplay, and then took the chapter in a totally different direction than I had planned. But that AU would ALSO have been delicious noncon/dubcon mmmhmmm do you see a pattern here?😈😁

I am still toying with the idea of writing a “fix it fic” of my own fic to realize the AU I didn’t achieve with the original, namely, in Dis Manibus, the starting concept was to write Luke/Pryce NOT Luke & Pryce, which is what it wound up being. The idea had been to use the lovely and cheezy "comforting after a nightmare" trope to thrust her into his Jedi arms and lead to surprising, satisfying smut. The characters were not going there. Just…it’s HARD to seduce that Skywalker dude, I swear. That fic wrote itself into crazy directions and I'm not complaining, but I still want a Luke/Pryce fic dammit... Anyway, I have an idea for a sequel that would help us smush those two together many years in the future and I may have to write it at some point. One of the rare times I have the outline/plot beats already in my head for that AU/sequel.

And finally, I really loved the idea of Luke being able to save Oola, leading to some sexytimes, and when I started writing my Luke/Sienn’rha fic, the idea was to have it result in a Twi’lek threesome with our heroic Jedi. But almost immediately that fic decided it was going to be something completely different, and I wasn’t able to save Oola at all. Dammit. So I really would like to explore that AU someday where Luke -does- save our green dancer and then celebrate with the two ladies accordingly… I sort of played with the idea of Luke rescuing Oola in a chapter of my ficlet series Common Thread, and so the best way to do it would be to perhaps take it from there, have him lead her back to the dingy Tatooine hotel room where Sienn is waiting and then…mmmm Jedi lovin’.

Thank you again so much for this super fun question! I really appreciate the distraction this evening and hope you find these AU ideas interesting...Have a handsome Jedi in thanks:

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💥 || A legacy of sharp edges run his fingers, along the unblemished, steeled expanse of his skin as it bleeds. This is his proverbial tattoo, and this love once was all Commander Hasashi needed out of his life, as he whistles the vicious requiems until his blood tastes more like potent whiskey. The shudder of life is beneath him, and the earth would feel the visceral poignancy of his heartbeats. Hanzo believes he could never sever nor detach himself from this earth; he must chant his being, and he must dance in time with the rhythms of this earth. 

A proverbial pain stabs and twists his heart, as it does every time the commander is escorting the civilians out of the red zone. This underground sideway filled with festering rot and musty disuse is stifled with the raggedy madness and riot of silent disquietude and disarray, lest it would never know the ubiquitous heaven and hell they all endure in their respective lives. For perilous circumstances like this pushes one’s vulnerability beyond the threshold of what they can endure, in this senseless emptiness and benumbed clutch of rabbit heartbeats beating out of their cages, the cyclic hell of Hanzo Hasashi’s everyday could be glimpsed through the smoldering fire of his attentive, vigilant gaze. 

Hanzo Hasashi doesn’t have to yearn for anything; for yesterday does not easily pass and tomorrow is a prospect he could only dream about every fucking day. And his present may feel like it is not progressing fast enough. but this fixed reality in which he could command and own it as it authentically belongs to him now and with him alone fortifies his hardened physique with much greater responsibility. They are in a vacuum, and the only way out is the womb of the basement of the historical hotel. 

To see the earth, it must darken, and as the diminishing light eclipses out of the fading canopy of the moonlight, Commander Hasashi lets himself be draped in the strength of humanity, of their trust, lest the seeping plumes of cold air may threaten to risk all to catch hypothermia if the centuries’ old pads of insulation fails to keep them from encasing in the proper warmth for the next few hours as his squadron clears the building, and the bomb squad comes in to completely recalibrate the risks involved. 

In the deepest recess of his mind, Hanzo Hasashi has memorized the code of the long, labyrinthine corridor leading to the hotel, which he hoped would be unoccupied by assailants. Upon Olivia Winter’s defiant assertion, Hanzo does not linger even a fraction of a second as to watch the encumbering rusted door creak open, which he pushes off to the side with the momentum of his pressed shoulder. “Once we go through this door, there is no looking back,” Olivia may not hold authority when it comes to intimately knowing the layouts of the entire club, but it is she who wields the decision-making when it comes to the safety and protection of the guests. 

They were safely rescued before the erupting onslaught of crowds stampeded out the front entrance, while most of the employees liberated themselves from the harm’s way via the VIP corridor. “We are proceeding towards The Monterey Hotel, seventeen civilians, including three employees, with myself leading the way and Lieutenant Blake in the tail end,” the somber timbre of Commander Hasashi’s voice echoes through the cavity, where they await the Commander’s direction.

“Reinforcements are headed your way, clearing the basement of any possible threats,” the words echoing through the halcyon clarity and silence of the cavity brings an eased smile upon his austere lips, his cheeks perking up and pressing into the confines of his helmet. “We are good to go, but I will never let my guard break until everyone escapes here safe and sound.”  💥 ||