AU Box

[lovesuwithknives]

Because I can't leave that Abstract Button alone, here's a bunch of AUs that roll about in my head that I figured I'd plop in here to see if anyone wants to bat them about.

Warnings apply for pretty much everything: smut, body horror, violence, nonconsensual science, cosmic horror, pregnancy, gender-switching, and probably more.


Wizarding AU
or
Harry Potter And The Contrived Fanfiction Plot

Is it Marauders-Era and you not only have to deal with them but this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? Or, even worse, is this during the books and you have to deal with all of that plus this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? This man looks like he just crawled out from under the floorboards of Voldemort's own goddamn house. He makes Snape look trustworthy. But boy does he know his stuff. And all kinds of other stuff. So what's Professor Azwel really about?


Cthulhu Mythos AU
or
The Call Of The Thing On The Living Room Floor Of The Witch-House Of The Terrible Old Man With The Silver Key To The Challenge From Beyond The Wall Of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Terrible things are afoot in New England in the 1920s. Fish-people and cultists and schlubs having horrible dreams are everywhere. Things are colours that don't exist. A squiggly symbol that scares the bejeezus out of you is scrawled on random surfaces. And what's that awful tekeli-li sound that rides the wind of an evening? What are those faceless flying creatures silhouetted against the moon? AND WHY IS AN EIGHT-FOOT-TALL BUG MAN THING CLAIMING HE'S RANDOLPH CARTER? Nobody knows except a strange mystic from Europe who calls himself only 'Azwel' and seems to know an awful lot about and awful lot of things. Things man (or woman or bug) was not meant to know! Do you follow him to the hilltops or into the cypress swamps or wherever else he says the horrible tomes direct him or do you do the smart thing and run screaming into the night, trailing As as you go?


Domestic Fluff
or
How I Married A Mad Alchemist

Ah, wedded bliss. Family life and home sweet home. Is there anything like it? Probably not. You are Mr. Or Mrs. Azwel. His first name is a secret he just might someday tell you. In the meantime, you now live in a big sprawling house with either three or seventeen cats (never any other number), a plethora of alchemical paraphernalia, and a husband whom you have to tempt out of the lab to eat. But he's wealthy. And he loves you more than anything. He just... has a very unconventional way of showing it.


Sex Slave
or
Fuggit, I'm Running Out Of Titles.

a Did you get bought from the sex slave market by this odd, mysterious nobleman who only goes by one name? How will this 'Lord Azwel' even treat you? Only one way to find out, as he's bringing you home to his mansion full of books and alchemy. Oh, my.

b You're looking for that special sex slave. Well, this fellow is certainly eye-catching, all big and manly, windswept and interesting. Watch out, though, the owner says he's a bit mad, too clever by three quarters, and was sold to him as punishment for some crime nobody will disclose.


Experiments? Oh My!
It can be any time, really, the aim is the same. This strange genius who calls himself only 'Azwel' has you locked up in his laboratory. He has a mission, you see, and that mission is to extract a very, very specific kind of energy from you. It can only be collected during orgasm. Oh, but he's terribly clever at getting people to that state....


Vampire AU
a Blaaaaaa! A mysterious alchemist who never goes out in the daytime has moved into that spooky castle. And at the same time there's tell of a mysterious fiend roaming the streets at night, ravishing nubile young maidens and... whatever the young gentleman equivalent may be... and draining their blood! Can anyone draw the obvious conclusion between these nocturnal shenanigans and that weird Count Azwel?

b You vampire, you! You've somehow gone and caught yourself a nosy alchemist who insists on being called only 'Azwel.' His fault for trying to investigate your castle/house/apartment/yurt/whatever, I suppose. Now what will you do with him? My, but he's a robust-looking fellow who'll certainly serve as a ready food supply....


Girl Genius AU
Explosions! Terrible mad science! Toothy monsters with cheesy accents! Giant switches actually labelled 'MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!' Gleeful destruction! Exclamation marks! Just what have you gotten yourself into walking into the midst of Mechanicsburg in a random era ruled by Azwel Heterodyne The Madder Than Usual?

Pet Person AU
a Who doesn't like a big fluffy kitty? A... really big, fluffy kitty. Even though he prefers to wear clothes, one can see just how fluffy Azwel is by his purple hair and beard, soft grey ears with purple tufts, and giant, fluffy purple and grey tail. Oh, but he'd make a lovely companion, if you can get him to stop chewing on you. His love is pointy, after all. His claws are so long they don't retract all the way, making him even pointier. But he's clever and just listen to that rumbling purr!

Oh, and one other thing. There's a very good chance he'll be in heat. And even if he's not, he's still very libidinous. Sorry about that.

b Are you the kind of pet person Azwel's looking for? He's after someone who can assist in his work and not push things off of shelves or knock things over with a wagging tail. A companion to curl up with on cold nights. A sexual partner. Is it you?

Sex Cult AU
There's a heady smoke in the air, a mist swirling grey-white under the full moon. A hypnotic drumbeat plays. Cloaked and hooded figures surround you, bear you along to the stone altar under the tall trees. They start a slow, circling dance and a low, sonorous chant slips into your hearing. At the altar stands another figure, clad in elabourate robes. He reaches up with beringed hands to remove his hood, revealing his face, long purple hair and beard surrounding pale features and a gaze that draws you in. He bids you step toward him. The ritual has begun.


As an added bonus, request Rule 63 of any of the above and hey, presto, Azwel was always a woman!


Got any other ideas? Feel free to throw them at me. ^.^

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[nightroadsaint]

Abel slept for a bit until she heard what seems like yowling sound of a cat! She tossed and turned in bed until at last, she can't ignored the cries anymore. She awakes in a stupor and then she puts on her glasses.

Ambulating sleepily, she went to the window and noticed a cat. "Oh, it was just a cat! How long you've been outside? Oh, all right...just wait a minute."

Abel opens the window. "Come on in." Whether a vampire needs a proper invite or not to enter a home, that was her was permission. "It's cold outside."

Though it's very late. She wonders if this handsome kitty is hungry? "If you want some food, the kitchen is closed, so you have to wait until tomorrow." At that, she closed the window as the draft is cold and chilly, and gives the cat a pet to make him less nervous.

[lovesuwithknives]

It is all the invitation he needs, and he steps in on soft, tufted paws. His tail swishes and he gives a much quieter meow. When she pets him he pushes his head against her hand, purring so loudly that he occasionally squeaks. This is definitely a kitty who's used to people. He gives her finger a lick with his sandpapery little tongue and then drops to the floor. He makes his way to the bed, his tail up, the fur at the end so long that it hangs down and makes it look as though it's bent at the tip. Then he stops and looks up at the bed before leaping smoothly up onto it. And all the while he purrs and purrs and purrs.

Inwardly, in his sapient mind that sits behind the cat mind and watches, he debates when he wants to turn back into a man--the wrong time would be far too alarming. He doesn't want to frighten her unduly. Quite apart from that making blood taste strange, he... rather likes her. He'd much rather give pleasure than fear in cases like these. He thinks and ponders, his paws kneading the bedsheets.

[nightroadsaint]

It's a friendly cat, she gives it that. Once the window closed shut because there's a chilly draft of wind, she made her way to the bed too. She smiled happily, having a feline friend to accompany her.

She sat on the bed and scooped him in her arms to her warm bosom and rock gently back and forth with him in her arms. It's a warm hug as she cooed and crooned to him gently as he was purring, with him being cute with the long fluffy fur as she feels his ears too and cupped and stroke his face and cheek. "I have to get you something to eat tomorrow." She promises him that. "At least tonight you're safe with me." Who knows? She figured this cat is escaping the feral cats outside.

Of course, for food that probably won't be necessary since her neck and her blood would eventually do.

She removes her glasses to leave on the drawer and then returns back to bed. Azwel may find it easy or hard of a task to return back to a man if he could manage as Abel hugs his cat-form close to her chest to snuggle up and cuddle with him beneath the blanket.

[lovesuwithknives]

He's scooped up and snuggled and he buries his fuzzy little face against her neck for a moment. He can't help it--even though his hunger is dimmed in an animal form he's still drawn to a human's pulse. He just rests it there, though, his wet nose a small cold spot on her skin. He loves to be touched, though, which is one of the many reasons he takes a cat form, and he leans into her fingers as she pets him, closing his eyes. Such a convincing image of a happy cat. Sometimes he lets himself fall into that simple joy for a while, really lets himself become the feline he appears to be, even if only for a little while.

When she slips under the covers and hugs him close he goes along with it for a while, letting his own rumbling purr lull him into a relaxed haze. Maybe he can stay here for a while. The night is still young, after all.

Sadly, though, wearing the body of an animal only dims the hunger in his soul--it can never ease it completely. He lies still for a while, trying to ignore it. But his sensitive cat's nose only smells the blood in her veins more acutely. He waits, then, until she's asleep, and then slips free in that liquid manner of cats everywhere, dropping silently to the floor. There, he pulls the energies in around himself to change his form again, and it's as a man that he steps toward her again, reaching out a hand to brush a silver lock away from her face and gently place a finger on her pulse for a moment before leaning down toward her.

[nightroadsaint]

Abel continues to coo and croon to the cat sleepily, while she strokes and pets his feline body along his neck and spine and tail, finding the cat very charming with comforting touches and holds him close beneath the blanket. Despite he was a stray, he didn't flee or squirm like a stray cat, and in fact, calmly stayed put in her arms as his own purrs helped her fell asleep eventually.

At one point as she sleeps, she perhaps curled up and hold his feline frame perhaps too tightly. A nightmare she is having, for something in her soul craves another from being single for a long time. A connection, which is missing and searching her whole life but no luck finding any, and why she travels constantly, and never seem to settle in one place, aimlessly. In her dream, she was wandering, looking...

She stirred a bit, as the cat slipped out of her arms and subconsciously felt something missing in her arms, but she didn't wake. Not enough to sense a presence close to her bed. The breathing is slow and the pulse is normal, and her skin is cool.

Finally scraped enough neurones off the floor to answer this. orz

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel leans forward slowly, her scent easing into his nose again, and causing him to close his eyes for a moment. Mmmmm, she smells so nice--different to what he could smell as a cat, this time the scent stirred something within him, completely different to the gnawing hunger for blood. He finds himself softly kissing her lips and leaving a light, gentle trail of kisses along her neck before reaching her pulse point. His hair drapes over her and his beard brushes against her skin.

There's a beat as he pauses, bracing himself on his hands and one knee so that he's almost lying atop her but not quite. He gently places his lips against the softly pulsing vein and opens his mouth, his fangs extending, ever so carefully piercing the skin. Blood flows into his mouth, hot and vital, as a sweet venom slips into her vein, aiming to relax her, turn that pain to pleasure.

/pats no worries

[nightroadsaint]

There's a sense of discomfort as she stirred in her sleep. Pain at her neck? The pain seem to last for a few moments. Whatever venom is flowing through her, it works, that her body and mind relaxed, allowing herself to surrender as he takes her blood, feeding on the bitter sweetness to fulfill his hunger.

She is still dreaming, but something is taking shape in her mind. Was it a man? A handsome man where the mere sight of him there's a thrill of desire spark through her body. A quiet moan escapes her as she felt a tingle between her legs, a fire of desire, as she aches and craves something to enter inside of her as subconsciously writhes her legs, her hands and arms move searching for something to hold onto.

Tears forming in her eyes, but from a ghost of a memory that is haunting her. Part of her wanted to run and flee in panic, yet a part of her simply wants. There was a whimper of need, an unspoken desire as unconsciously she shifted, opening her legs wider, wanting something from him.

Re: /pats no worries

[lovesuwithknives]

He can taste that desire sparking within her. She must be so lonely, so very much in need. He feels his own body reacting, desire tinging in his skin, warming him as much as her blood does. The hand that isn't bracing him against falling moves to slowly caress her neck. Ever so slowly he retracts his fangs, his lips tender against her skin, his tongue gently licking the little punctures.

After a beat he pulls his lips from her skin with aching slowness. There'll be two little healing marks there, bruised and tender, but they have, at least, stopped bleeding. But the obvious desire in her movements and the small sounds she makes, even the tears trembling on her lashes, makes him stay. He sinks slowly onto her, easing between her thighs, his lips finding hers and kissing them softly but deeply. A low, breathy moan escapes him--she feels so very good.