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]

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.

[lovesuwithknives]

Oh, and the bath was lovely, with a giant claw-foot tub that could easily fit two, possibly three if they were very friendly. Little jars of scented powders lined a shelf next to it, and if one was poured into the water it not only scented it but made it slightly foamy, like a kind of soap--a soft, silky soap. A curious kind of sea sponge sat on a small ledge, fluffy towels hung from a rack, and the whole room was lit in the same way, with candles and lamps. Again, the single window bore heavy curtains. This was a bath that clearly belonged to someone, though regular cleanings couldn't quite disguise the fact that a good deal of time had passed since it was last used.

The bedroom itself, with its huge four-poster bed draped with rich hangings and massive armoire, was another curiosity entirely, as the giant wooden structure held a collection of women's clothing at least a decade out-of-date. It'll all turn out to fit someone shorter than her, though if she doesn't mind the skirts and sleeves baring a little too much, they're comfortable and richly made.

All in all, a very strange and somewhat haunting place. It's a small while before there's a knock at the door.

[singinghuntress]

Rip took her time in the bathroom, soaking in the bath and exploring each and every jar. The soap that made the water foamy was a surprise to her, but, a very good one. By the time she was done, her skin felt soft and smooth as the scent of lavender clung to her.

She even managed to wash her hair, a chore that took quite some time considering how much she had. Once she finally left the large claw foot tub, she wrapped herself in towels and tried to dry her hair as best she could.

Again, she had to wonder just why he bought her. This was nothing like what she heard slaves were treated like. She couldn't recall anyone mentioning scented soaps, a bathroom that looked too luxurious to even be touched by a slave like her..

And then there was the fact that she was a vampire. What could he possibly want with a creature as dangerous as her? Whatever it was, she'd fight him fang and claw. That she was determined to do..

As she searched for clothes, she realized that as clean as this room was, it hadn't been used in quite awhile. That made her curious as she idly sorted through clothes at least a decade out of date from current fashions. But the quality of them..

She ran her hands over the various dresses, noting that they were meant for someone smaller than her taller frame. After several considering passes, she picked out a dress that at least went to her knees. It was a dark blue that matched her eyes with a sweatheart neckline and sleeves that were short on her. The entire dress hugged her frame, showing off curves.

Personally, she'd rather pants and shirts but, somehow Rip didn't think she'd have a choice in the matter. Not until her Master came back and she either made demands or killed him to get free. In the mean time, she sat on the edge of the large bed, contemplating what to do next when she heard the knock on the door.

"Come in."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Oh, I don't think that'd be a good idea at all," a familiar voice observes wryly from the other side. "I'll ask my questions from out here, for now."

The image of Azwel standing on the other side of the door and shouting at a big slab of wood is a ludicrous one, but there he stays. "Now. I've done rather a lot of research on vampires, but it's all very anecdotal and, frankly, I wouldn't rely on some of these people to correctly tell me the time of day, much less anything else." There's the unmistakable sound of pages turning. Does... is he consulting a book? A book on vampires? "So, I'll simply ask you. Can you eat what humans consider food or does it have to be blood? If so, must it be blood from a human or will an animal suffice? Oh, and lastly, what size shoe do you wear? It gets very draughty in here sometimes."

[singinghuntress]

She let a growl slip as the sound of her 'Master' came through the thick door. With it locked and with how thick the door looked, Rip doubted she'd be tearing through it anytime soon.

So this is what he wanted. A lab rat to do research on? She stood and stormed towards the door, pounding on it harshly as she hears his questions. And.. the pages of a book? What the ever loving hell!?

She slammed her fists against the thick wood again, barely denting the slab keeping him safe from her wrath as she considered whether to answer the questions or not. The rumbling in her stomach.. at least bade her answer the ones about her diet.

"No, it has to be blood. Yes, it can be animal but it won't slake my hunger for long. Only human blood does that. Virgin blood longer than others." She huffed softly before trying the door handle and finding it still very locked.

"...Nine." Her shoe size. Not that she actually expected him to get her shoes.

"What are you going to do with me? "

[lovesuwithknives]

"All in good time," he answers infuriatingly. "I shall have to start looking straight away--d'you have any idea how difficult it is to find a virgin in this town?" He heaves a sigh. "My beloved humanity, nothing but food for some! Ah, but nature is capricious, is she not? Everything must be eaten by something else! I shall return shortly!" This last he utters in a manner that clearly sounds as though it absolutely must be accompanied by the dramatic swish of a cloak. His footsteps recede into the distance.

Well, then.

Time passes, as it so often does when some enterprising sorcerer isn't playing with it. An unmeasured amount of time, sadly, as the only clock in the room had run down. Presently there's another knock at the door. But before she can answer something is pushed through, which hits the floor with a heavy thud before the door slams shut again.

That something turns out to be a man, nondescript and scruffy, who'd apparently been beaten senseless if the breaks and lacerations and odd burns are anything to go by.

Tied to his ankle by their laces is a pair of women's size nine shoes--plain but well-made.

"I'm afraid he's very much not a virgin. To tell the truth, he scarcely qualifies as human--I managed to snag him from a prison transport, after all. The one that takes the hardened criminals to the mines. I daresay he won't be missed. But, nonetheless, every human deserves love, and love comes in so many different forms! What greater love than the opportunity to insure that another may live?"

This man is off his trolley. He has beaten a man unconscious and sent him to his death at the fangs of a vampire and he speaks of love? Still, there's a free meal.

[singinghuntress]

Without anything to mark the passage of time, all she could do was wait.. and pace her rooms. Every corner and shadow was explored in her boredom. Even the dresses were pulled out, looked over and then rearranged to her liking. The same thing happened with the bathroom.. and anywhere else she could reorganize.

Rip was restless. She wanted out of the room and she wanted to hunt. By now her hunger was all consuming and she wanted nothing more than to tear someone apart and slake her hunger on their blood. When it almost seemed like she was forgotten, the door opened and something was thrown in.

The scent of a human hit her immediately. She didn't care if they were a virgin or not, she was starving! Rip was on him in an instant , feasting on the unconscious soul as her owner spoke of love for humanity.. something she ignored as she focused on her meal, draining every drop of blood from the man at her feet and leaving a bloodless corpse with a torn out throat.

Once she was satisfied, she noticed the shoes and frowned as she untied the simple shoes from her meal and slipped them on. Now that she was fed, dressed.. and more or less clean. She need to focus on her Master and how to get out of here.

...And he is definitely not sane. Then again, one might argue vampires aren't either. "Living off zhe scoundrel's of humanity is fine by me as long as its warm blood and a filling meal. Virgins simply satisfy my hunger longer."

She stared at the door for a few more moments. "Let me out of this pretty prison. I need to stretch my legs and hunt."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Oh, now, I have precious little staff left as it is," Azwel replies. "Then again, they're all fit and presumably good at running."

The door is unlocked with that loud sound peculiar to large keys and pushed open. Azwel, still dressed the same but very well-scrubbed, now, eyes her wryly. "I'd rather not destroy my own home in a fight but, if I must..." He lifts his gauntleted hands again, stepping back.

The dead body on the floor doesn't faze him in the slightest, but the sight of Rip in the too-short dress makes him blink, his stance wavering. "Oh, dear," he says. "I'd forgotten...."

[singinghuntress]

"Then let me hunt in the forest. Animals are just as much fun as hunting humans." She paused when she heard the sound of large keys against the door and took a step back as he unlocked it and stepped in.

Already she was surveying him. He was cleaner and seemed unconcerned by her meal but, the sight of her? She raised an eyebrow slightly as he wavers. What?

"...Forgot what? That I was in here? You provided everything for me but a clock. So how long have you kept me locked in these rooms?"

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ah. Well, long enough that it is nighttime, now. I shall have that clock seen to."

And then the real question. He shakes his head with a rueful sound. "I'd forgotten how much taller you are than she was." Then he blinks, returning his focus to her. "I shall have to accompany you this time, of course. The wards aren't completed yet. I should hate for you to run away so soon!"

[singinghuntress]

She frowned. "Taller than who?" Now that was the real question. Who did this room belong to before her arrival? Rip studied him as she contemplated having him accompany her.

It would ruin her finding an escape route so soon but, it might not hurt to have him show her around.. She scoffed at the mentioning of wards, confidant she could get past them.

"I'll find a way out of here. No one is keeping me as their pet or whatever it is you bought me for."

[lovesuwithknives]

This really seems to have wrong-footed him and he's not entirely sure why. How could he not have expected such questions to come up? Maybe he was hoping she wouldn't care. But there they are. The questions.

"My--" He stops, unwilling to go any further. "That's not important right now." At her show of confidence he tries to spread that delighted smile across his face and it doesn't quite work. "Hah, I will enjoy seeing that," he says, but it rings a little hollow.

"This way," he finally says, gesturing for her to go first, into the corridor.

[singinghuntress]

His what? Lover? Pet..? Daughter? She frowned as it takes him completely off guard and seems to shake him. It's a weakness she's taking note of and perhaps.. might capitalize on soon enough.

There was something predatory about her as she finally moves after him. Sapphire eyes were taking in everything she could.

"Vhy did you pay such a high price for me?"