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AU Box

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
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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
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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
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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
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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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"Oh-hoh, the plot thickens! My ending up in jail for love sounds so much like something I'd do that I think I'm starting to believe you!"

He stops in front of a place that looks a lot like an inn. True to his theory, the place appears open. But that isn't what has Azwel's attention. Instead, Carden's latest statement does.

"As one does," he remarks before a positively wolfish smile crosses his face. "You know, if that's your intention, I won't say no. Regardless of whether it works or not, it sounds like a good time, yes?"

With that he turns and walks into the inn.

"I was considering it," he's done a bit of growing up in the intervening time, and that's said with a non-nonchalance and smirk that Carden would definitely not have been able to bring to bear before. He does still flush though, tone aside, because some things never change. "But I also was interested to see if you remembered anything on your own."

He follows him inside after that, taking his lead on what to do to secure a table and beverages. He doesn't bother with a room, but if Azwel does, he certainly doesn't comment on it.

"Still. If the memories prove elusive," he'll continue after they get settled, "I'm certainly not opposed to a certain degree of experimentation."

That's definitely a grin to potentially spark a few really good memories, all on it's own.

Azwel does, indeed, arrange for a room because, if nothing else, anyone's energy will run out after a fight like he's had.

But that's not going to happen quite yet. In the meantime, drinks are indeed called for and after procuring them he leads Carden to a table tucked into a corner. There he sits and, before doing anything else, he unfastens the tiny catches and slips the gauntlets off. That same odd magickal hum cuts out as the circuit is broken. He peels off the gloves and arm-wrappings, revealing slight burns on the back of each wrist. He actually pauses and regards it for a moment. "Hm."

Then he takes a long drink. Clearly being cheered by alcohol is something that's always been true about him, because he grins at the idea Carden's putting forth.

However, the smile on Carden's face does send a few memories flickering through Azwel's mind, fleeting and indistinct. A few things stick, though.

"Those winter nights...." he muses, his gaze going distant for a moment. "It felt so good, the way we kept warm...." He blinks, then seems to come to a decision. He reaches out his left hand to grasp Carden's with it, on nothing more than the principle that like calls to like, wondering if the Spirit Sword energy still flickering in his skin would somehow connect with Carden's own magick.

His gaze is immediately drawn to Palindrome and he's reaching out before he even realizes he's going to, fingers tracing over the edges of the gauntlets. He shudders in memory,

"I was wondering if they'd still call to me, even though I know they don't remember me at all. I guess it's enough that I remember," his voice is more subdued than it has been, and he'll actually reach for that connecting touch as Azwel reaches, though he immediately turns his wrist to better look, "I don't remember them doing that before..."

His eyes flicker closed at the touch, the words, the lightest pressure of a familiar energy against his own, and a slight blush settles on his cheeks,

"I see you remember some things, at least a little," his smile is warm, the look in his eyes not even trying to hide that, for all he was being flippant about them having sex a moment ago, he wasn't joking about it, but more trying not to get his hopes up. "I'd heal you," he says of the burns, "but then we're definitely going to get kicked out."

There's a small stirring of that same calling from the shards, which makes Azwel glance at them before returning his attention to Carden. He can feel something so very familiar about the other's magick, something that brings an answering flush to his skin and a warm darkening to his eyes.

At the last statement, though, Azwel quirks an eyebrow. "Oh? And why would we get thrown out?"

He lets just the slightest curl of magic out, just a deepening of the press of his fingers, light and casual, but he knows what merging their magics has always done to Azwel and, if he's honest, what it usually does to him as well.

"Indecent exposure," he says, the side of his mouth quirking just slightly, his eyes never leaving Azwel's. He leaves it open ended whether he means Azwel's reaction or his own, mostly because it's usually both of them being equally guilty.

It curls and wicks into Azwel's skin, lighting up his nerves in a way so few things have ever done. Sweet fire races into his spine, just this side of overwhelming...

It leaves him breathless, heat gathering at the base of his spine and between his legs. The sheer familiarity with which Carden answers his question tells him they must have gotten up to some fun--

A sudden memory hits him. The two of them in an alleyway, bodies entwined, heedless of any who might see. It is sheer bliss on its own, and yet there's so much more, their magicks and their very souls fitted so perfectly together....

A recognisably hungry looks crosses Azwel's face, wolfish and lustful, so very like the look Carden knows so well and yet with a bit of an edge to it.

"You know, memories or no memories, I find I want very much to take you up on this offer," that velvety tone has crept into his voice. "Fortuitous, then, that I've already secured a room." He reluctantly lets go of Carden's hand and drains the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

Gathering gloves and gauntlets he stands and, really, those elabourate robes of his are far too good at hiding the effect this has been having on him. "Shall we?"

Carden can't help but laugh at that, smirking as he tosses back at least some more of his own drink and stands to head upstairs. There's a bit of a tease in his grin at how quickly Azwel's agreed to this, but then, he'd be lying if he said he was hoping for any other outcome. It's flickered through his head that he's probably somewhat taking advantage here, that they should slow down and he should let memories happen before sleeping together, or at least stop playing around with the whole thing.

... but since when has "should" ever stopped either one of them, particularly when it comes to the two of them together?

"Healing first," he says, on their way up to the room, trying to be firm about it. He means it, but then, literally all it's going to take to distract him is touch at this point.

"If you insist," Azwel chuckles. "I can't exactly say no to that."

Well. He could. But that'd be stupid.

They make their way to the room, which is rather nice, all considered. As soon as they're inside, though, he closes the door and then heads right to the bed. He sits on it, the look on his face almost challenging Carden to ask why he picked that out of any of the other furniture.

He reaches down and unfastens his equally elabourate footwear with slight metallic jangling sounds, kicking the sandals off.

"I won't say I don't need it," he says quietly, now. He pulls the circlet from his hair and thick purple waves fall down around his face, making him look that much more like the Azwel Carden knows. Whether more memories have returned or not is difficult to tell just by looking, but there's a flash of that same vulnerability he'd had that day after Carden had brought him home from the People Zoo.

Carden watches him for a moment and then grins slightly, crossing over to stand right in front of him, between his legs if he'll let him, after he takes his shoes off,

"More than just your wrists then?" he turns his back to Azwel, wrapping his hands delicately around one of his wrists, careful to not touch the burnt places as he brings it up to his mouth, laying a gentle kiss against the skin there, a pulse of magic from the touch burrowing in to heal the smaller hurt. Azwel's vulnerability always makes Carden turn even more tender than usual and this is no exception.

Azwel doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Carden just sort of fitting himself into Azwel's space feels natural in a way his mind doesn't quite understand but that his soul yearns for.

"I'm healing from the fight well enough, but it's going to be painful for a while," he says. That fast healing he'd exhibited clearly is something that just happens where Azwel is from. He's no longer bleeding but he likely has some nasty bruises and tearing.

The burn on his wrist is mild, like a very localised sunburn, but tiny branching lines extend from it and bring to mind the scar left by Ivy's sword. It pulses ever so slightly with energy. Carden's magick seeping into it causes Azwel's own to reach blindly toward him and draws a quiet sigh from Azwel, himself.

"Mmm, did you come here knowing how good that magick of yours feels?" he murmurs, curling his other arm around Carden.

"Yes," he "admits", though he hasn't really been hiding it. There's something warm and soft in his voice, along with the hint of something sly, and he leans back, going easily with the arm around him.

As the wound heals he pushes more energy into it, running his tongue slow over the thin, healed skin, sinking back further into Azwel's arms. The healing energy just spreads from there, less intense but diffusive, soothing little hurts and bruises as it goes.

"I might have been counting on it," he teases, leaving off that wrist with a last little kiss and then moving to the other. "I can't deny that while I wasn't going to press for this, I was kind of hoping for it all the same."

Almost unconsciously, Azwel lets his other hand be taken up, simply switching which arm is curled around Carden. He melts against the younger man a little.

"I should be more suspicious," he murmurs. "It's entirely possible someone sent you here to seduce me to... one purpose or another. But I can't. It feels too familiar. We've done similar things before, I know it."

As soon as Carden has finished with Azwel's other wrist he firmly turns the younger man round to face him and look into his eyes. "There's more to this. You're no stranger and I want to know we had...."

With that he pulls Carden toward him and into a deep kiss. And something small clicks into place, letting little memories roll into his mind....

"You probably should be," he agrees, "but I'm glad you're not," he turns in his arms as soon as he's tugged that direction, "It's also probably not fair, when I remember and you don't but..."

He doesn't bother to finish the thought, just finishes the turn and sinks down into the kiss, immediately voicing a low, satisfied noise. His hands come up to tangle in Azwel's hair,

"I should be more cautious," he says, between one kiss and the next, "more delicate with this." It's a self-admonishment he does nothing to actually follow up on, crawling up on the bed. He'll need Azwel's cooperation to not immediately tumble backwards to the floor, but if he gets it, he's getting one knee on each side of Azwel's hips on the bed. He'll keep himself from sinking down into his lap for only as long as it takes Azwel to even slightly attempt to pull him there.

More memories flicker in Azwel's mind--training sessions that lead to the two of them tumbling into bed (if they even make it that far), long conversations, something about demonstrating something very kinky....

Azwel is not the most comfortable person to cozy up against right now, not in those clothes. Still, he absolutely curls his arms around Carden as the other kneels astride him, holding him steady. A velvety sound escapes him at those hands in his hair.

"Mh-- I should-- get these clothes out-- out of the way," he manages between increasingly fervent kisses. He catches his breath and then smiles that familiar wicked smile. "Perhaps you can help me with that."

Azwel could be made entirely of spikes right now and it's not clear that that would actually dissuade Carden from cozying up to him.

Carden doesn't have to be told twice on the clothing. On the other hand, this isn't what he's normally trying to get Azwel out of so he doesn't have any real knowledge of what to do to get it off of him, either. It's definitely not going to stop him from trying, though, and also putting his hands absolutely all over Azwel in the process.

He doesn't seem to be willing to stop kissing him long enough to get a good look at anything, though, which is turning everything a bit more groping than Carden normally is, not that Azwel would know it.

He doesn't mind hands all over him at all. It's relatively simple stuff to unfasten, buckles and ties and whatnot, there's just a lot of it. Once his fingers find each one, Carden will find them easy to undo.

The more gets peeled off of him, the more heated Azwel gets, moaning breathlessly into the join of their lips. His own hands work at what Carden is wearing, pulling and tugging and unfastening and seeking skin. Things get tossed aside and, once he's down to a pair of very snug trousers, Azwel leans back, curling his legs around Carden and then rolls, coming up on top of him. There's a moment where he grins wolfishly before leaning down to continue kissing.

A trembling desire races through Azwel as his fingers work at unfastening his trousers, freeing him from them and the smallclothes beneath. He's already hard and throbbing. Those hands then work to get Carden as nude as he, himself, is.

Carden's clothing is uncomplicated, easy to get off of him. It's not really something he'd thought much on or deliberately chosen for this reason, he'd just picked something simple that fit in with Azwel's world. His own hands slow on Azwel's clothing the more Azwel works on his, clearly distracted by the touch. Everything is a level of familiar that he knows Azwel isn't matching, but he can't stop himself from reacting to all the same, writhing in his arms with the comfort of a long-time lover.

It's even more apparent when Azwel rolls them and Carden moves with him like he knew he was going to do it, going boneless underneath him in pleasure a moment later, hands clinging but the rest of him warm and pliant under him. He's practically purring, voices a low, soft moan just to the feel of them pressed together like this, the bed at his back.

Azwel seems to have their clothes well in hand at this point, so Carden skips straight to putting his hand on something else, wrapping his fingers around Azwel's cock almost as soon as it's revealed, tugging with just the right amount of give and pressure to give more truth to his claim they've done this before.

"Please... I want you," he's not always good at much in the way of dirty talk (until it's more or less fucked out of him, and then all bets are off) but much like with Phillip, he always goes out of his way with Azwel to show how very willing he is, mostly because he knows how much both of them like knowing that.

Oh, that familiarity is not lost on Azwel. It manages to push a thought through the haze of pleasure that the body speaks so much truer than words do. The touch to his cock draws a similar purring sound from him, low in his throat, a soft, velvety growl.

The moment he gets Carden nude Azwel licks his hand rather messily and slips it, wet and hot, over the younger man's balls, light against that tender flesh, and presses a finger against the skin behind them--a habitual move for him. He doesn't even think on how familiar it would be to Carden. He eases a finger in, slow but firm.

"Mmmmh, I do like an eager lover," he whispers huskily, his lips hot against Carden's neck.

"Oh god," the sound is almost punched out of him, desperate, when Azwel cups him and the familiarity has him raising his hips into the touch just the slightest bit even before Azwel's fingers land and then babbling something incoherent but definitely positive when they do,

"Please," it's not a conscious thought or a response to Azwel saying he likes it when his lovers are eager, it's just the need that's settled somewhere in his chest, dragged out when Azwel pushes that finger in. He spreads his legs more for it, shameless now that they're actually doing this, and digs his nails into Azwel's back in pleasure, arching his own. He doesn't really have the leverage like this to properly roll his hips, but it's clear that his body is trying anyway, a plea for more that doesn't need words.

"Mmmh, I can't exactly counsel patience at this point, can I?" Azwel whispers. Not with the way his whole body trembles with desire, and especially not with the way Carden moves under him. Those nails in his skin pull a shaky moan from him, and his fingers probe the younger man's entrance, desperate now to know he can replace them.

Too desperate. Clearly Carden knows what sets Azwel's nerves aflame, what spirals his desire into incoherent need. He pulls his fingers out and sinks down onto him, the dripping tip of his cock pushing into him. He tries to do this slowly--he's in no mood to cause undue pain. He rolls his hips, easing himself in, his lips leaving a distracting trail under Carden's jaw.

It's not immediately obvious just from the touch itself though Carden does appear to be adjusting faster than expected. But when Azwel pushes in, it immediately becomes apparent that there's a certain level of preparation that has happened here at some point in the fairly recent past. It's another subtle show of how much Carden knew this was probably going to be the outcome, another place where he knows Azwel (or more truthfully, the both of them) too well.

He tips his head back and moans, loud enough for there to be no doubt what's going on in here if anyone is already in their rooms nearby, but he's pretty sure neither of them care. Even with what he's done, it's a little too intense for him to do much to assist right away, his full attention diverted to trying to breathe through it.

Azwel would like to say that before he'd arrived in Duplicity he'd been much more discreet, but that'd be a lie. He's always been utterly shameless and now is no exception as he purrs in response to that loud moan. He curls his hands under Carden's legs and pulls them upward, slowly making it all the way in.

"Mmmh, you... really were planning this... weren't you?" he pants, starting a languid rhythm. "Can't say I'd... complain.... Ah! god.... You feel too good...." Even as he moves, his hands roam hungrily, dragging heat and energy across Carden's skin, so deeply familiar.

"Not planning..." he gasps out, when he can spare some air around the moans that are being dragged out of him every time Azwel makes one of those languid thrusts, "... hoping. You feel so good... you always..." he can't keep talking for a moment, has to just throw his head back and feel.

His own magic is a bit muted at the moment, unable to think to pull it up, to tease, with how good these first few moments always feel. Azwel doesn't remember, but this kind of fucked boneless is usually how he both starts and finishes things, but he usually regains himself enough to be a bit of a handful in the middle, of the best kind.

"Should have more... restraint but I... god, I've missed this. You."

He'd say something to that, but words have fled. His head drops forward, breath puffing hotly against Carden's skin, and he lets his mind fall into sensation, lets his sapience drop away. He can't even moan, now, as mindless with pleasure as he is. He just moves and feels and is, a trembling thing of pure id.

It should worry him, this overabundance of ecstasy. He is by no means an innocent, and yet he cannot recall a bliss so complete. Heat quivers in his root and he can feel the power within him swirling, shivering, then swirling again, then fitting perfectly around that of someone he thought was a stranger.

He can't possibly be a stranger.

They move together too perfectly. Their magick, their power, their very souls reaching for each other, twining around each other, all meld together too completely. Memories tremble just beyond his mind but he can't reach for them, now, this feels far too good.

One hand moves up, grasping the headboard, the other clutches at the bedsheets. His spine curves and he thrusts harder, falls into a desperate rhythm that can't stop. He'll go mad if it stops....

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