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]

Once the door was opened, Rip turned all her focus from the two of them to just him. Her new Master. It worried her slightly that what he wore marked him as some sort of occultist. That may not bode well for her depending on the reasons he purchased her...

Rip was tense, ready to fight despite being bound the way she was.If they thought this would stop her from causing harm, they didn't realize just how creative she could be. Though, she was waiting for him to get closer first..Did he recognize the challenge and anger in her sapphire eyes? She wasn't going to make taming her for his purposes easy.

The owner moves to get the heavy leather leash for her collar to hand to Lord Azwel and quietly hands it over. "Be careful, Lord Azwel...They say she was known as 'The Huntress of the Forest' or something like that."

[lovesuwithknives]

"I believe it," Azwel says. "I can see it in her eyes." Oh, yes, he did indeed see that challenge, that rage. "Such a soul! I can tell from here she wishes to tear me apart!" This, somehow, delights him. He takes another step forward, the leash in his gauntleted hand.

The scant light glints off the red crystal set in the back of the gauntlet. It's steeped in powerful, ancient magick.

"You have no reason not to wish such a thing," he says to her. "Someone betrayed you by selling you to this weasel," the owner bristles but says nothing. "And then he sells you to a stranger for a price that will no doubt make him wealthy... for as long as he can hold onto it." His voice is so weirdly pleasant, it would likely lull anyone else thoroughly.

He decides to test how well that's worked by reaching forward to clip the leash to her collar.

[singinghuntress]

The feel of the powerful magick from the red crystal made her pause as caution mingled with her anger. Whether the weasel got to spend the fortune he made off of her depending on whether or not she got a chance to kill the man before her Master took her away.

As for testing her..She held still until he was close enough to clip the leash to her collar before turning viciously away from him and lashing out by slamming into him with her shoulder to try and throw him away from her. Even bound as she was, there was no denying she was several time stronger than she should be and faster too.. Even if the silver did sap her strength as it burned her skin.

[lovesuwithknives]

The slave owner scrambles backward with a high-pitched yelp.

Azwel, on the other hand, braces against the assault, feet planted wide, and as soon as her shoulder hits him (so much harder than such a slim frame should manage, really) and briefly knocks the wind from him, his hands snap out to grab her around the waist. He pivots, aiming to throw her.

[singinghuntress]

She had expected him to move away or fall over from her body slamming into him, so imagine her surprise when she felt hands around her slim waist and then being caught up into a pivot motion and thrown.

Rip grunted as she hit the ground, her body sliding into the bars of her prison as she lay there, stunned for a few moments.Beyond a few scrapes and more bruises, she didn't seemed harmed at all from being thrown. The young vampire was very durable to damage so he would have to try a lot harder than that to do more than bruise her.

After a moment of catching her breath, she struggles to get her feet under her as she leans against her cage for support. Her struggles were mostly from the awkwardness of being bound instead of injury from the looks of it. Once she was back on her feet, she was regarding him and trying to figure out her next plan of attack.

She was limited but, she wasn't willing to give up without a fight.

[lovesuwithknives]

There's another high-pitched sound from the slave owner as he peers around the theoretical safety of the heavy door. His eyes are wide and staring.

And yet, in a continuing sharp contrast, Azwel laughs a delighted laugh. "Such a fighting spirit! I am fortunate indeed!" He takes a step back and drops his centre of gravity, legs bent and feet planted in a position that clearly speaks of martial arts training. He lifts his hands, fingers bending into an arcane mudra, the gauntlets glowing faintly--the right one red the left one blue. Magick swirls around him.

"Come, show me what you can do!" he exults, ignoring the thin squeal of terror from behind the door.

[singinghuntress]

She regards him carefully when he starts laughing and studies the position he settled himself into. The way she felt the magic swirl around him had her on edge and yet, she couldn't resist the challenge he was issuing to her as her anger kept her from listening to certain self-preservation instincts of hers..

Rip growled softly and tensed for the briefest moment before there's the sound of metal straining. Unfortunately the silver wouldn't give so she started pacing, her movements more primal and predatory than any creature had the right to be. She then suddenly turned to lash out, snapping a leg hard enough forward in a kick to try and knock him about. If he really wanted to see what his new pet was capable of, he might want to remove the silver chains.

[lovesuwithknives]

He dodges to the side, but hears the whistle as her foot cuts through the air. Oh, she is promising.

Azwel notices the problem, though, and his eyes narrow cannily for a moment. His gaze flicks to the terrified slave-owner. "You, there! Get all that silver off of her!"

"W-what?" the man stammers, eyes wide.

Far from reacting angrily at having to repeat himself, Azwel laughs again. "You've nothing to lose if she tears me to pieces, after all, you've already been paid! If you're too afraid to do it yourself, then give me the key."

The owner all but throws the keys, backing up. Good god, he's sold this vampire to a madman. Still, he had a point--payment had already been made. So he flees, his rasping breaths receding into the distance.

Azwel bends down and picks up the keys. "I thought he'd never leave," he mutters, then grins again, tossing the keys to her.

[singinghuntress]

He's quick for a human as she notes how he dodges her kick. What happens next makes her grow still as she watches the exchange between her 'Master' and the Auction Owner. So this man was either very stupid or overly confidant in his own abilities.

Whatever the case, she wasn't going to fight him on letting her out of the chains. She watched the path of the keys as they landed on the floor and then get tossed to her. Surprisingly, she caught them.. with her mouth. Fangs clenched around the keyring as she caught it mid air and twisted her body before spitting them out over her shoulder and letting the keys slide into her waiting hands. There was a few moments of some.. minor contortion-ism to get the locks undone.

If anything, he could see just how flexible his new pet was as the chains eventually clattered to the floor. Now that she could move, he could see the burns along her body leaving imprints of where the silver had burned into her skin. Whether the marks would go away or scar though... Who knew.

She rolled her shoulders, working tight muscles loose as her eyes flickered to the retreating form of the man that sold her before focusing on the man that bought her.

He really must have a death wish to free her. The last thing she removed was the gag.. and once she started pulling it out of her mouth, he might realize that the gag itself was designed to keep her jaw immobile.. with spikes to keep her from biting anyone. Removing it had been exceedingly painful but, Rip wasn't about to wallow in pain right now..

She spat out a few mouthfuls of blood as the damage healed soon enough, allowing her to speak finally. " Und vhy vas him leaving so important? You von't be leaving zhis room alive zo one vould haf thought you vould vish for someone to vitness your final moments."

Despite the disused quality of her voice, there was something almost charming about her voice.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Perhaps," Azwel replies causally. "But to tell the truth, he irritated me with his simpering. Best he's kept out of my way."

He's quite impressed with her abilities so far, and suspects he's only seen a fraction of what she can do. And attractive on top of all that? Azwel is very pleased, indeed.

Now, if they both leave the room on their own two feet, all the better. But if he dies here, it will have been glorious. He grins again. "I have no intention of dying in this place." His eyes flick to the door and back to her before he lifts his glowing hands again.

[singinghuntress]

She inclined her head slightly, silently agreeing that the man had been annoying. At least her 'Master' didn't have the displeasure of being handled by the simpering weasel. She was going to need a bath and a lot of scrubbing to get the feeling of his grimy hands off her skin and other places.

"Zhen you're foolish." She regards his glowing hands before glancing to the door. There was something predatory about the way she surveyed him and the exit and something, very.. very dangerous as she seemed to appear to relax one moment and the next, she was nearly in his face, fangs bared and reaching to grab him by his pretentious robes so she could pull him in close to sink her fangs in.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel suspects that greaseball has put more than just his hands on the slaves, Rip included, but he really wouldn't want to think about that, because puking in the middle of a fight is never a good thing.

When she charges, he takes a step back. There's an oddly musical sound and a pair of curved swords, one red and one blue, made of hard light, flash through the air, slicing toward her.

[singinghuntress]

It's the musical sound that alerts her well before the lights become apparent. She takes a moment to realize he created two swords out of light and were using them to slice towards her.

Rip reacted instantly, dropping low below their movement and the second it passed her, she was moving again. Her speed hard for most to keep up with as she lashed out with kicks and punches, using enough force to crack stone and bend bars when she missed him.

His little pet was not letting up with her vicious attacks, looking for anyway and every way she could to draw blood from him.

[lovesuwithknives]

Good god, she's fast! He backs up further, answering that deadly flurry with a barrage of swords and knives, greataxes and spears and halberds, blue and red hard light flashing through the air. It becomes obvious how solid and, moreover, sharp they are if they hit her or, really, anything else. He steps and pivots and strikes faster than any normal human, yes, but not quite as fast as she does.

He runs out of space and ducks, rolling to the side as her fist cracks the stone behind him. He's going to have to outsmart her. The question is, how? A kick sends him to the floor with a startled yelp, and he rolls out of the path of another strike. Start with the basics, he decides as he snaps to his feet. So he sidesteps and throws a knife. Sidesteps and flings a sword. He continues circling in this manner, attempting to lead a spiral path and confuse her.

[singinghuntress]

Not every weapon could be dodged much to her annoyance. Some managed to land their hits, cutting into her pale skin as she tried to move out of the way. But, she never stopped moving, even when she was impaled by one of the hard light spears briefly.

Whatever wounds she gained started to heal after a few moments. Not as fast as they should have.. but, they were still healing. As she took hits and dodged others, she didn't seem to realize when he shifted to a new pattern. Instead, she kept moving with him, dodging knives or whatever else he flung at her as he moved in a circling manner.

The actions lead her into a spiral that seemed to turn more into a deadly dance as she kept pace with him even as the wounds started to catch up with her, slowing her down a little more as another thrown weapon caught her in the leg with a grunt. Stamina, speed.. even strength and endurance she had. But, there was always a limit to her abilities.

Plus, it was frustrating that just some mere human was managing to escape her fangs.

[lovesuwithknives]

He's wearing her down, but so slowly. His eyes flick upward and he realises throwing anything bigger would bring the place crashing down on them both. Furthermore, the stabbing pain in his leg is making it twitch, and he's certain one of the blows to his head has rattled his brains a little too much--the manifestations come a beat too late, throwing off his rhythm.

He takes a breath and lifts both hands. His mind grabs reality by the numbers in a different manner and he steps out of space for an instant, reappearing behind her and lunging to grab her.

[singinghuntress]

Something moved against her senses, confusing her as he seemed to disappear one moment and then the next, she felt hands on her, grabbing her and holding her down.

Rip Growled softly as she struggled, only to have her injured leg give out on her and sending her sprawling into her Master's arms as she tried to figure out how he went from being in front of her to grabbing her from behind.

To her it didn't make sense in the slightest! She knew it wasn't speed but, she didn't know what it was.

Rip struggled in his grip before the full exertion of their fight finally caught up with her, leaving her panting and weaker than she was before.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel is panting, but quickly pushes her forward onto the floor, one knee in the small of her back and the opposite arm curled round her shoulder, the hand pressed against the back of her head. He waits--not trusting his own victory, suspecting her to attack again.

Certainly not because he has to fight off the momentary dizziness from that trick he just pulled. Nope. Not at all.

And he's still grinning, still delighted. "Such a fighting spirit!"

[singinghuntress]

She curses as she's pushed forward and finds herself pinned down. If Rip was at her full strength, she could have easily thrown him off of her and tore out his throat.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case as she struggled for a few moments before she became still, panting beneath him as she tilted her head to the side to glare up at him. "Get.. off of me."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that," he pants. "If I release you now, before I figure out a way to stop you killing me that doesn't involve using silver, you'll attack again and this time I might not survive.

It's a strain to admit this, but I cannot outfight you. At least not in close quarters."

[singinghuntress]

"Glad you realize I'm zhe one vith superior strength." It's something to take pride in for her. "Now get off me und face your fate. Zhere's nozhing you can do to stop me doing vat I desire."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Oh, I don't know about that," he says a bit cryptically. Now that he's got his breath back he can really think. And the conclusion he comes to is... less than ideal, but it should work.

He doesn't often subject Palindrome (not to mention his own brain!) to sustained manifestation, but there's nothing for it. Magickal energy gathers, subtly twisting reality by its numbers again, and the moment he opens his hands this energy spreads over her, tingling with combined heat and cold. As he steps back it closes around her, forming a swirling bubble of red and blue.

Unfortunately one can't strike or tear one's way out of magick--it simply reforms.

"There, now," he says. "That's better." He glances at the silver bindings and then turns, heading for the door. As he does so, the bubble floats, bringing her along inside it.

[singinghuntress]

She was about to snarl out another response when something strange tickled her sixth sense. Hot and cold energy twisted around her before spreading over her and encasing her in some sort of bubble.

Rip was stunned for a moment before she tried raging against the thing containing her and finding it impossible to tear apart. As they floated off, she kept trying to escape, eventually wearing herself out in doing so while he took her to their destination.

[lovesuwithknives]

Fortunately, said destination isn't far away at all. Trailing blue and red light from his gauntlets and an odd, scarcely audible ringing sound, he even manages to avoid parading her down any high streets, keeping to alleys and backstreets and remaining in some shade or other the entire time. Though, if asked, he'd say it was simply the most direct route to his home.

'Home,' in this case, being a large manor house not far outside the town itself, a solid-looking edifice with vast gardens and tree-lined paths leading to the front door. Fortunately said door is quite large and the bubble fits through easily.

The place seems oddly empty, though not abandoned--the floors are scrubbed and no dust lingers on anything. And the subtle scents of everyday life permeate the place. Azwel makes his way up the stairs, and another detail becomes evident--there is no natural light anywhere in this place. Heavy curtains have been drawn over all the windows and all manner of oil and tallow-burning objects glow in every nook and cranny.

It'd seem considerate under any other circumstance.

At the end of a corridor they reach a room with a heavy wooden door. He steps in and brings the bubble with him, and she can see that it's a sprawling boudoir, with a lush bed, heavy curtains over the large windows, and doors leading to other things. He stops and turns to look at her.

A clever sorcerer he may be, but not an infinitely powerful one. The strain is telling on him--he breathes heavily and a sheen of sweat stands out on his ashen face.

"This suite of rooms is yours," he says. "But, clearly, it is one you cannot leave. There are things I must attend to, so I will leave you he--" he breaks off as he feels something hot trickle from his nose. His hand flies to his face and his eyes go wide. Instantly he runs, slams the door shut, locks it....

And then the bubble pops, dropping her a whole seven inches to the floor.

[singinghuntress]

Eventually Rip stopped struggling against the strange magical bubble and set on observing their surroundings. She took note that he was taking a darker path, keeping to the shadows as they trailed through the alley ways which, was a relief to her. Next to silver, being exposed to sunlight was one of the most painful things she could endure and that usually resulted in death or burning.

Things Rip did not wish to experience any time soon.

During the trip, she remained silent until they approached the manor. The sight of the large house complimented by various vast gardens was quite the sight. As beautiful as it was, it also set her on edge. Whoever her Master was, he was both powerful enough to subdue her and had money to maintain a place like this..

Did her price even dent his coffers? She wondered as he issued her inside. Once there, she sat up a little straighter noting there was no natural light. The entire manor was set up to allow her to move freely if he let her. That alone raised a million questions....

Either he hated sunlight as much as any vampire, or, he knew she was going to be his before she even hit the auctions and made preparations. Rip wasn't sure which one put her at ease if either of them did. Those were all questions to ask another time. Right now her focus became the rooms he was settling her into.

A suite all to herself? That wasn't something a slave normally got to themselves so why was he giving this to her? She wanted to ask and turned to do so when she noticed how he looked through the blue and red swirling bubble she was locked in.

Was that...?

She perked up a little and leaned into the bubble as he covered his face and then ran out. The next thing she knew, she was on the floor and wincing as she hit.

After taking a few moments to recover, Rip set about exploring her series of rooms, checking everything out and upon discovering the bathroom, spent plenty of time in there washing up and tending to her wounds. With everything that's happened to her in the last several days, being clean again was highly appreciated.

Once she was satisfied she was clean, she went searching for clothing and then it was just a matter of wondering when she'd be let out of her comfy prison or when she might be fed.