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. ^.^

Comments

[singinghuntress]

Their rhythmic movement of their hips had his length caressing every sensitive spot within her tight core with every gentle thrust. The pleasure alone had her mind blank as his hands wandered, caressing and heating up her cooler skin as she lay beneath him. Her moans grew steadily louder as his lips pressed against the underside of her jaw, suckling sensitive skin that had her nearly undone from that alone!

She whimpers softly as he speaks, unable to really form words at the moment while her hands reach up to caress up his arms and slip around his shoulders... She definitely agreed that about never stopping. "T-then don't.. keep giving me more.."

[lovesuwithknives]

He can't stop even if he wanted to. His breathing grows heavier, shivers of pleasure run down his spine, making it curve so that he can thrust into her even deeper. Their hips grind slowly with every thrust, now, still languid but growing ever more heated. He kisses a trail of wet heat along her neck. His voice is a velvety purring growl, now, soft and lustful. One hand goes up to grasp the headboard.

Words have fled, now, all he can do is feel, his mind falling into a blissful state free of thought that he hadn't know how much he craved until this very moment. It colours those low moans with a hint of desperation, a tiny bit of poignant need.

Exquisite liquid heat pools at the base of his spine and he eagerly lets his every nerve drown in it.

[singinghuntress]

Blissful pleasure overwhelmed every one of her senses as that slightest shift of his spine sent him deeper into her core with every thrust, making it feel like he was caressing ever inch of her depths in a way that Rip didn't even realize was possible until that moment.

Her hold on him tightens as her cries grow louder, even her knees were pressing against his hips, urging him to keep moving within her like this..

She could feel the tension build between her legs, inner muscles already trembling and threatening to clench and caress his length as she drowns in her pleasure. Rip clung to him, unsure just how much more she could take before hitting her climax...

[lovesuwithknives]

He scarcely knows this woman and yet Azwel knows he loves those sounds she's making and the way she clings to him, her strong arms and legs wrapped around him in such a satisfying way. It steals his breath for a moment, makes his spine shiver. Oh, he could stay buried in her like this forever, but he can sense her climax approaching. He returns his lips to her neck, sucking fervently at the skin, now. He's close, himself, but he wants to stay in this moment.

[singinghuntress]

This was a moment neither one of them wanted to leave as her body trembled from his attentions. Rip had never felt this way with any previous lover though, those had been few in her long years and usually brutal encounters. Vampires weren't known for being gentle with their own kind.

Which made this all the more sensational for her. Every part of her inner core was being stroked by his length as each thrust drew her closer and closer to her release, keeping her dancing along that desperate edge until her body couldn't take anymore. She spilled over with a cry as her inner walls clenched around him, spasms racing through her as her body begged for him to fill her very depths with his release.

[lovesuwithknives]

He shivers with delight and a breathless cry leaves him as she clenches around him. Oh, that soft, wet, tight squeezing, pulling his senses from him entirely, whiting them out in a hot rush. His mind falls into it. His hips buck several times, his release pumping into her, thick and hot and copious. How long had it been? Those tight walls pull more from him until, spent, he slows to a stop.

But even though he's stopped moving he places his hands on either side of her face and kisses her breathlessly. He's shaky, coming down from that orgasmic high, and suddenly filled with a strong, poignant affection.

[singinghuntress]

To feel his hot release fill her was intense as it felt like liquid fire was being poured into her core as she gasped, the sensation stealing all breath and sense from her as her body begged for every last drop from him.

Even as she floated in her orgasmic high, it was hard for her to focus. His warm hands caressed her face, followed by heated breathless kisses as she floated in this overwhelming heated pleasure.

Affections she didn't realize she was capable of started to float to the surface, confusing her a little in her post orgasmic bliss as she gazes up at him.

[lovesuwithknives]

It takes a small while for Azwel to regain his senses, for his breathing to grow calm. He slowly, gently pulls his lips from hers and looks down. A faintly sad look crosses his face.

He eases himself off of her and lies down on the bed next to her. He knows the chemicals will gradually leach from his brain and he'll regain his mind and loathe himself for what he's done. His eyes fall shut.

Words crowd in his brain--apologies, self-recriminations, dry observations that this is the best chance she'll have to kill him, now. But nothing comes out. He lies still, his eyes opening slightly, and looks at her face, white in the dim glow of the lamp.

[singinghuntress]

As she settles down, the affectionate gaze is replaced by one of wariness and apprehension. Whatever the gauntlets did to them, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Rip laid there as he finally pulled himself off of her and settled beside her.

For several moments she lays there before turning on her side to study him more, her sapphire eyes guarded. Whatever was going though her mind was hard to figure out. But, she wasn't attempting to kill him at least?

[lovesuwithknives]

That is a small but important blessing. The silence stretches, becomes a little uncomfortable. He cranes his neck to look at the clock next to the lamp. Eight-thirty or so.

"It's daylight, now," he murmurs, not that one could tell in this room. "The house should still be dark. I won't stop you if you wish to go anywhere in it, or if you wish to stay here."

[singinghuntress]

That left her with a choice. Take the risk of falling into the death like sleep all vampires fell too during the day with him right there, or retreat to her rooms and wait out the day in slumber there.

Rip knew it was a choice she had to make soon before she didn't have a choice anymore...Eventually Rip began to shift, pushing herself up to sitting. "I should go back to my rooms and wait the day out there since I doubt you want me in your bed all day.