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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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Vash was the one who had been saying wait, but clearly he didn't want to wait long either. Being so eager that he didn't even think about applying more lube. Still, he's somewhat patient as Azwel prepares himself by kissing just under where Azwel's beard stops. Kissing and continuously moaning as he waits for the lube to be applied.

When Azwel starts to rub his hand over his swollen balls Vash let's out a soft whimper. It's was a bit unnerving sometimes to have someone touching such a sensitive area, but he trusts Azwel and the touch feels so good. An odd sort of comfort. Vash begins to pump his hand on Azwel's shaft and spreads a bit more of that lube around. It's a bit of an automatic reactions he's grown into whenever he has someone's length in his hand. "I think." He pauses and gasps for breath, but gets distracted kissing Azwel before he continues again. "We're ready." His chest heaves with the effort it takes to try to gasp in as much air as possible so he can kiss without stopping for as long as possible. "Yeah?"

Oh... oh, that feels so good, those lips under his jaw. Azwel moans and quivers. He gently massages those soft, swollen balls, his breath growing ragged as they touch and caress each other, as he drowns in those breathless kisses. He can't stop moaning quietly, either.

"Mmmmh, yes... we're ready." His hand guides his tip to that hot, welcoming core, his other hand going to Vash's hip to guide him down. "So very ready...."

Holding himself up with one hand Vash lets out a loud cry as he lets Azwel help guide him down. It still stung the damage from before, but feeling someone filling him again soon overrides any of the discomfort. Slowly Vash takes Azwel into him. Sighing once the head is in and trembling with the effort of going slow.

His hand not holding himself up rakes instead down Azwel's chest as he sinks lower and lower. Hips already trying to slowly roll and find that spot inside of him that will have him seeing stars. Vash won't stop, not until he's all the way down. No matter what pain it may cause at this point.

He arches and a growling moan rumbles in his throat. Pulling in a long breath, he slowly rolls his hips along with Vash's, loose and easy, not so much pushing himself in faster as guiding him along, moving with him, angling for that sensitive spot. That soft tightness sometimes trembles around him, and when it does he caresses the other's hips and thighs, breathing hard to still his quivering.

And when Vash has sunk all the way down onto him he gives a long, lustful sound, his eyes fluttering--it feels too good... he's still throbbing inside him, that ache massaged away and replaced with something that dances so close to overloading his senses. Vash can see how this has unravelled Azwel as he moves wantonly under him, the sounds in his throat growing plaintive.

He reaches up to pull Vash into another kiss, to soothe with his lips and hands the pain he heard in his voice and saw on his face, however briefly.

Vash sits for a moment simply rocking on top of Azwel. Enjoying the feeling of being so filled it feels like he might burst. His head thrown back Vash moans loudly. Those hands caressing his hips and thighs, encouraging him to continue, feel delicious to Vash. Part of him wants to tell Azwel why that simple touch makes him so happy. How he was so hungry for a kind and encouraging touch that finally getting it fills him with joy, but he doesn't have the mind to string words like that together. Instead he tries to show how thankful he is with his motions.

Azwel doesn't have to pull too hard to get Vash to bed low enough to kiss him. Greedily Vash kisses and will steal away any Azwel allows him to get away with. Humming excitedly as he starts to raise himself up. Pulling up until he gets to Azwel's head before allowing gravity to pull himself back down. Going all the way once more before pulling himself back up. He kisses so hard on occasion when something pulls uncomfortably or stings that their lips may be slightly bruised or swollen when they're done. At the moment Vash doesn't care. He's hungry for Azwel's taste and he doesn't want to stop kissing as his body carefully moves up and down.

There are no words that could possibly describe how good this feels, to be ridden so slowly, kissed so deeply, a heavy warm body pressing him down. How his nerves hum at that perfect pitch. How every last inch of him tingles with a beautiful, sublime energy. It's powerful and all-consuming and he never wants it to stop. He rolls his hips, moving with him, and the two hit a wonderful wavelike motion that has him sinking slowly toward that oblivion he craves. Does he want that oblivion, right now, though? Or does he want to live forever in this exquisite bliss, right on that knife's edge between not enough and too much?

He nearly whispers to Vash to move harder... but something stops him. He has no idea why, but he absolutely needs to follow the other's pace this time. He'll hungrily take those occasionally fierce kisses, then, savouring that pressure and that tiny bit of pain. His nails occasionally scrape as his back arches, the craving for more tightening his spine.

Vash begins to grunt and groan in rhythm to their rocking. All sounds of pleasure rather than pain. Oh, there would be pain to deal with later, but right now there was only the connection between them.

He only stops kissing when he needs to gasp for breath. Did he read Azwel's mind to somehow pick up on that unasked request? The more likely answer was that Vash himself wanted more. His strong thighs and core work themselves into overdrive. Muscles that he doesn't usually need to use during the day get a wake up call as he moves faster. Pushing himself harder. "Fuck!" He cries out. His fingers claw at Azwel's chest hungry and desperate to feel the warmth of a person in them. Tears start to sting at his eyes a rush of emotions hitting him all at once. This all felt so good, but at the back of his mind he can't completely forget what brought them to this moment.

"Fuck." Why did something that feels so good be so bad at the same time. He places quick fluttering kisses across Azwel's face. "Don't hold back." He gasps as he himself tries to go a bit harder yet again. "Go hard." Make him forget about everything except what was happening right in this moment.

The moment Vash starts to ride him harder Azwel gasps, arching against him again for a moment, before a loud moan of ecstasy leaves him. Those grinding hips, the fingernails clawing his skin--his consciousness is spiralling into a phrenzy of perfect motion, of mindless sensation.

Yes. Hard. Hard... He grasps Vash's hips, pulling them harder against him even as he moves up to meet him as he comes down. They grind so hard he'll walk away bruised, but he doesn't care. What started out gentle had so quickly worked itself into a deep, primal, animal craving. His moans turn to hoarse cries, throaty with abandon. His own fingernails dig into Vash's skin. His head drops back as those throaty cries grow louder.

It's so powerful, so all-consuming, this overwhelming id, clutching and violent, overloading his senses in all the right ways, that the lines in his skin start to glow ever so faintly, something they haven't done for months. He can feel the intense climax building up in him... he has to chase that sensation, he has to, he'll go mad if he doesn't....

Vash cries out in the occasional grunt of pain, but it's exactly what he wants. That throw from pleasure and pain that makes it too hard to focus on just one. Every time his thoughts start to get settled their thrown in a different direction.

The glow to Azwel's skin might have startled some, but Vash loves to see it. Fingers touching and spreading themselves across those lines. A reminder to the outlaw that it was okay he wasn't human and that there were plenty that weren't. Even those who were human were most of the time something even more.

His body begins to tighten around the cock buried inside of him. Savagely his hands curl into whatever bit of flesh they were currently on. Vash's head snaps back so quickly it's a surprise he doesn't break his neck. A completely primal shout escapes him as his orgasm rockets through what feels like his entire being.

His thoughts have gone--he doesn't even have the focus to moan, all he can do is move, his breath coming loud and fast, and it's perfect, the sensations are perfect, this oblivion is perfect...

And when Vash hits his climax the tightening around him and the nails drawing little spots of blood powerfully yanks Azwel along with him. His own climax hits him convulsively, whites out his sight, sends thick, hot seed shooting deep and hard into Vash, tears a gutteral shout from him. His mind tumbles helplessly away into it, and he loses consciousness for a moment.

But he loves it. And as he rides it out his breath comes in sobbing gasps, tears of overstimulation squeezing from his eyes. He pulls Vash close, shaky, incoherent sounds in his throat, kissing him fiercely.

Vash let's Azwel pull him close. Feeling like he's been left boneless after expelling so much energy. He wraps his arms around the other man feeling desperate to have someone close to him. His own tears falling silently down his face. Doing nothing to stop the onslaught of kisses to his face. Only occasionally turning to give Azwel easier access to a different patch of skin that wants attention.

Later he'll question if there was something wrong with him. With how easily he allowed himself to get so wild up after (what he feels) was a narrow escape from becoming some science project. Later he'll feel bad about not thinking more about the wrongs done to his sister and instead ran into the arms and cock of someone. Later he could be angry at the people who did this.

Right now he just wanted to feel loved and receive the attention that came with it.

Trembling violently, Azwel clings to him as though holding onto him would stop himself shaking apart. His overwhelmed mind and body are taking so long to calm themselves.

He doesn't yet have capacity for words, so he kisses the tears from Vash's face and runs his fingers through his hair. And even as his breathing slows he holds the other close. Just holds him.

The high intensity stress Vash had felt since hearing the word subject and being strapped to a table have melted away. His body simply too worn out to muster the strength to keep that high of a level going any longer. His eyes feels heavy. His very body feels heavy.

As completely and mentally wiped out as he was Vash can't help but to ask. "Are you okay?" The trembling worries Vash a bit. Although he's pretty sure it's just utter exhaustion. Vash was feeling it himself and he hadn't been abused nearly as much as Azwel had been.

He was so tired in fact that he hadn't noticed just how much of his own control he had lost in their overly passionate and violent session. A couple tiny white, fluffy feathers lay in the bed with them. Vash hadn't even noticed he had manifested anything. It would be easy enough to say they were simply down plumage that must have escaped a blanket or pillow if Azwel had one, but they weren't. Just a symbol of how far Vash let himself go.

"Yes," Azwel whispers, still stroking Vash's hair. "I'm fine. Just coming back down, is all." And it's even partially true. He is exhausted and he is recovering from sensory overload, but there's something more to it that he can't quite put his finger on. A kind of quivering in his nerves, strangely familiar. It's twitchy, little overwhelmed misfirings.

He takes a deep breath and tries to still that twitchy trembling. Besides, he has other things to worry about. He hasn't noticed the feathers, but he did notice the tears and the sheer savageness. But he knows if he asks Vash if he's all right he'll simply get the same opaque answer he always gets, the kind he, himself, just gave.

Still, that small compassion that occasionally gnaws pointedly at his mind does so again.

"And you? Something was on your mind, wasn't it?"

He's utterly genuine in asking this. Something had been swept from his memory but, as is the nature of such things, he has no idea what that could have been. There's nothing but a mild, curious concern in his eyes.

So he's not certain why he, himself, is weeping.

Vash is quiet for a moment. Perhaps debating telling the truth for once. "No. Not much." Lying was much easier than opening up. "You know me. I never have much on my mind." He kisses Azwel's lips. Softer, but still deep this time. Although there are ulterior motives behind this kiss and it's to distract Azwel from those sorts of questions.

A warm, sort of resigned smile crosses Azwel's face before he is kissed. Mmm, well, if that's how Vash wants to shut him up, he's more than all right with that. In fact, when they separate he gives a gentle, amused sound, one hand resting on Vash's cheek. "I almost think I should keep asking, if this is how you'll distract me," he murmurs softly.

He's becoming very warm and relaxed, now, floating in the afterglow, feeling pleasantly drugged. He settles in with a soft hum, shifting under Vash, perfectly content to stay there under him. Then he stops. Blinks. Picks up a feather.

"Hm," he says quietly, slowly and idly twirling it in his fingers. "I don't recall having a feather pillow," he muses. Then again, this place has made him forget so many things, what's one more? He grins and tickles Vash's chin with it. "I'm not complaining, though. I feel too good to complain. Far too good."

Vash's cheeks flush at being called out on his antics. "I- ah, I wasn't doing that." He says with guilt dripping off of his every word.

At first when Azwel brings up the feather Vash stares dumbly at it. His tired mind taking a bit of time to catch up with what he's seeing. When Azwel mentions not having a feather pillow that's when it clicks. His cheeks were flushed before, but now his whole face goes red. Oh god. That was from him! He doesn't even remember doing that! Vash freezes as that feather tickles his chin right before he breaks out in a silly grin and a bit of laughter. "Ah, yeah. Let's just relax and enjoy the moment."

"Even if you were, I wouldn't mind."

Vash's reaction to the feather piques his curiosity, and he seriously ponders asking. But he's too sleepy and he doesn't think he'd get any kind of straight answer. He curls his arms loosely around Vash. "Exactly," he murmurs slowly, softly. "Let's just rest. Stay in this moment with me, yes? Just for a while..."

It won't be long before he falls asleep, at this rate.

Azwel will be able to feel the way Vash relaxes in his arms when the feather is dropped. Normally he didn't like to be this intimate right after sex. It seemed like a dangerous sort of game that would only hurt later on, but he was so very tired right now. Tired and desperate for some sort of connection. To feel close to someone after coming so close to one of his biggest fears.

Slowly he starts to drift off to sleep. It won't be as quick as Azwel or likely as deep. Too hard to turn off that outlaw mindset, but eventually Vash will fall asleep. Dozing off enough to start to dream.

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Perhaps its the way Vash starts to twitch in his sleep. Shifting more and more as the dream continues. Moving closer to Azwel as he unconsciously seeks out some sort of warmth and comfort from somewhere.

If the squirming doesn't wake Azwel the way Vash suddenly shits bolt upright and reaches out an arm. "Tesla! Don't hurt-- her..." He trails off gasping for breath. Looking around and letting the change in scenery hit him.

By contrast, Azwel loves to sleep with his partner in his arms or at least nearby after sex. The dreamy state sex often leaves him in has him wanting closeness as he drifts off. And this time he falls into that deep slumber that so often claims him.

When Vash squirms closer to him Azwel unconsciously tightens his arms around him, melting into that closeness with a soft sigh. It feels good, and that permeates his dreams, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

But when Vash bolts upright and shouts Azwel is snapped awake with a gasp. "What... what is it?" Completely forgetting what happened when he'd woken Vash that one day, he reaches out a hand, placing it on his shoulder. A worried look that scarcely anyone had ever seen crosses his face.

Why am I fretting like this? his mind demands, he's perfectly capable--he's probably better at handling these things than I am! His hand doesn't move, though.

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Shivering Vash gently places a hand against the side of his face. "It's... nothing." He mutters sadly. Being more awake this time he doesn't grab at Azwel's arm when it touches him. Right now he probably really could use the comfort so he doesn't flinch away from it either. "Just a bad dream." A horrific nightmare would be an understatement. "I'm sorry I woke you."

Before he even realises what he's doing he slips his arm around Vash. Nightmares are harsh on the mind no matter how severe they may or may not be. A powerful wave of emotion washes over him, leaving him almost reeling, giddy and staring into the distance. It becomes paramount to his mind that he do something to comfort Vash. He rubs his hand over Vash's back.

"I'm not very good at this," he says softly, leaning in close. At comfort, I mean." He gives a gentle sigh and lightly kisses Vash's shoulder. "My usual method of comfort is pretty much sex. But... I want to help you. What do you wish me to do?"

For his part Vash doesn't hesitate to lean into Azwel. The feel of a weight next to him helping to make him feel less alone after the nightmare. Closing his eyes and simply enjoying the way that hand rubs at his ragged back. Appreciating the comfort it was trying to bring him as it bumps over his scars. "You're fine at it." Vash's voice is quiet when he speaks and at least with the touch his shaking stops.

"You don't need to do anything. It was just a dream. It's over." Vash moves the lay back down onto the bed. Facing away from Azwel and trying to discreetly wipe the tears away from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. You must be tired. I'm okay. Go back to bed." He is not okay.

Azwel sees that attempt at discreet face-rubbing. He catches the slight change in the other's voice. Vash isn't okay at all.

He lies down behind him, then, and curls his arm around him, pressing his chest and middle against Vash's back, sharing his warmth. "No, you're not," he says softly. "You're not okay at all. I can tell. But there's nothing wrong with that."

He'd never stifled his own emotions, after all and, frankly, is a little unnerved by people who do. So he stays there, with his arm around Vash. "I won't press any questions, though."

And that is something he never thought he'd say.

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