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. ^.^

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[lovesuwithknives]

"I did?" he says again. "That... would explain a few things." He lies back down again, as his poor, beleaguered head is starting to spin with the implications of all of this. He could have sworn he'd heard.... Maybe he hadn't.

It hurts....

Maybe it was he, Azwel, who'd said that, then? He is dreadfully sore. How many times had he ridden someone while that machine whirled around them and that device on his head steered his every action? He remembers blood in his nose, though. One hand lazily rubs said nose, feeling that peculiar pull against the skin of something that'd dried there. Sure enough, little flakes of dark red, almost brown, cling to his hand.

His hand goes to his head, next, finding a sore spot right above one of the scar lines. Hmmm. He tries to remember more, or to even push a coherent thought through, at all. Curse this weariness. He lets his eyes fall shut again, but doesn't fall asleep. They flick open again when he hears Vash return.

"What happened?" he asks. "You were there... I know you were there. What'd they do to us?"

[goldenglasses]

Vash comes back with the quickest thing he could find to cook up that he was sure was still good. Probably something from a can, but the important part was that it was food. Vash was worried that Azwel hasn't eaten in awhile so if there was soup for an option he would have gone for that.

He sighs at the question and doesn't answer right away. "I don't think I should tell you. You were pretty willing to take their pill and forget the experience."

[lovesuwithknives]

There'd been a can of cheap ravioli in there, easy enough to heat up and pour into a bowl. It's full of salt and dubious fillers and yet it smells wonderful, especially to a very hungry Azwel. He accepts the bowl with a murmur of thanks and digs in straight away.

Which is why he presents the slightly amusing sight of looking up, mouth full, blinking, at Vash's statement.

"Bubf..." He swallows. "It didn't really work. I have... half-memories. Flashes. Well, if you don't want to tell me everything, at least tell me... did I overdo it, riding people? Because it certainly feels as though I've done...." His gaze, now mildly puzzled, drops back to the ravioli.

[goldenglasses]

Vash flops and lounges himself on the bed. Watching Azwel with a tired smile. Not so much because he was happy with the situation, but due to the fact that he always defaulted to a smile. "Maybe those half memories will fade a bit more with time." He doubted those pills would be instant. He also doubted their ability to take all the memories away. "You might have overdone it to yourself." He says with color quickly filling up his cheeks. Thinking back about how easily Azwel had slid around him.

[lovesuwithknives]

"That... would explain a few things," Azwel murmurs. "Figures they'd go for what effects me the most." He frowns slightly. "Well, I can only hope I haven't been desensitised. That would be very sad."

He blinks. "You've gone red in the face," he says after a moment. "I did that to you, too, didn't I?"

[goldenglasses]

"Ah, yeah." Vash admits as he scratches at his cheeks. "We did. I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

[lovesuwithknives]

There's a pause as he actually tries to think back on it. But his memory is failing him more and more on the details. But the soreness... it feels, well, it does feel rather recent, and yet it's as though the real damage was done much longer ago than that. He shakes his head.

"What a conundrum," he murmurs, pushing the last couple ravioli pieces about with his fork. "On the one hand I feel as though, yes, it was rather painful, and on the other hand, I suspect the worst had gone before. I must have been quite loose at that point. Hmm."

He eats the last of the ravioli and even though it was dreadful, salty stuff, he gives a quiet, satisfied sigh. "If I were at all feeling like myself I'd suggest trying again just to see how it feels. But I'm not. I'm... well, maybe I simply need more rest."

[goldenglasses]

Vash is quick to shake his head. "No. I think you need a break." It had actually been a big shock to see how stretched his friend had been. Granted, he had a bigger problems at the time, but it had still stuck out to him. "If you have drugs still in you that is making it so you want-- you know, um, sex. Then you should probably, ahhh, have sex with me. I mean I can give you a blow job or something else if you really need it." He was so bad at talking about this. He wouldn't be surprised if they had been pumping Azwel full of drugs to keep him going along with whatever that mist was they were breathing in.

[lovesuwithknives]

"To be honest, I still feel it in the back of my mind, a kind of slight tugging, but... mmmmh..." he lies down again, completely unaware that the way he does so is a little enticing--so deeply did those drugs permeate his mind, "I can ignore it. I think... I really do need rest more than anything else.". A faint flash of his usual wicked grin flickers across his face. "Unless you're interested.". How much of that was the drugs and how much was his peculiar sense of humour, however, is unclear. So much so that the way he shifts and settled in could be described as suggestive.

[goldenglasses]

Vash can't help but to smirk a little bit. Happy to see a bit of his old friend back. "I could go again if you think it would help you." If Vash was being honest he did have some drugs still in his system that were encouraging to say a much more enthusiastic yes. He knows this is likely a result of what has been done to him so if Azwel really wants to rest he's more than happy to ignore that desire until it passes. "But maybe you should rest. I think death by exhaustion might be a real thing."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel smiles a little and lets his eyes fall shut. For a few moments he looks as though he's fallen asleep. But they flick open again and a slight moue of discontent crosses his face for a beat.

"I can't sleep like this," he says, and gives a long, only slightly heated-sounding sigh. "There's still too much of that drug left in me.". He stirs, spine arching for a moment, and gives a soft hum. "But if we do this one more time, nice and slow and easy, it should get the last of it out and we both can sleep.". He reaches a hand up to place it against Vash's neck, then slide it down his chest.

"It can still be good," he whispers.

[goldenglasses]

Vash reaches out and gently takes Azwel's hand. Leaning in closer because the drugs also want him to continue, but he's still worried. "Azwel, are you sure?" He stops close. Wanting to kiss the other man, but not allowing himself to go further. "It can still be good, but it can be good later too."

[lovesuwithknives]

The smile Azwel gives is a bit fond, a bit heated, a bit touched. "I'm sure," he murmurs. "I might be a little less vigourous than usual, is all. I suspect we both need this, though." He slips his other arm around Vash, tugging him a little closer. "And this time, we just go where our bodies tell us to go. No machines, here. Just us."

[goldenglasses]

"No watchful scientists." He mummers before leaning in for a kiss. Vash runs one of his hands through Azwel's hair. "What do you need? Do you want me to um." He cheeks flush. He's still terrible about talking without feeling embarrassed about these things. "To suck you? You know? Or you can take me or I could ride you." He smiles and will sneak another small kiss. "Because you're not going to ride me. At least not for a bit." Vash isn't sure he can stomach the implications of how many test subjects came before him if he feels how open Azwel already is again.

"Tell me. What can I do to help you sleep?" He says this with a bit of a purr as he unbuttons his jacket.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Mmmmm, no-one and nothing at all. I like it." He melts into their kiss, however brief.

A decision, now? Hmmmm. His eyes ease open after a moment and he smiles. "I think I want you to ride me," he murmurs gently, his hands caressing as much of the other man as he can reach. "I want to feel you on top of me. Press me down. It feels good...."

Lying on his back as he is, it's easy to tell he's already starting to swell. He pays it no heed for the moment, though, far more interested in slowly unfastening Vash's trousers.

[goldenglasses]

“Yeah?“ Vash continues to unbutton his coat as he kisses Azwel's jawline. He didn't really need to take his coat off for this, but it was so big and cumbersome he preferred it off. Besides, he knew his scars wouldn't bother Azwel any. It and the armor he wears are tossed to the side.

Once he's done he'll begin to help Azwel with his own clothes. "I think I do that."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel can be the one on his back for a while--he likes it there well enough, anyway, and just the thought of bearing down on another person makes him fuzzy-minded and almost afraid of losing himself in a very unpleasant way. So much better to let someone else guide them, to follow their flow, instead. He smiles and slips his hand into Vash's trousers once they're out of the way enough, seeking that heated flesh. Those kisses have him tilting his head back, his breath coming harder, now, skin flushing with pleasure.

His own clothing, with all those buttons, is nevertheless easy to unfasten, to expose his hectic skin. He gives a shaky, breathless moan when Vash's hands reach the band of his trousers and his hips press upward. "Oh, yes," he breathes, "please... yes.... Mmmmmmhhh...." He's gone glassy-eyed with need. He's as responsive as ever, flushed and hot and damp, arching under the other's hands.

[goldenglasses]

Vash chuckles softly at the eagerness of his friend. "We're going slow, remember?" He speaks softly and without judgment. Although with the way he groans and nearly falls over completely on top of Azwel when his hand finds his cock he doesn't do much better. Already nearly hard thanks to the drugs and his natural growing arousal working together. Vash clears his throat in embarrassment as he goes back to tugging down Azwel's pants. Leaving the underwear for now and pressing his hand against the bulge growing there under the fabric. "Where's your lube?" Because he's sure Azwel has some somewhere.

[lovesuwithknives]

"You're right, of course," Azwel whispers warmly in reply. Slow and easy. Savour it. If he even notices that Vash nearly doesn't follow his own advice, he says nothing. He takes a few deep breaths, and by the time Vash has him stripped to his boxers he's awash in sensation, now. The bulge that Vash places his hand on is thick and very hot to the touch, already starting to tent the loose fabric, and Azwel moans dreamily when it's touched. His own hands have worked Vash free of his trousers by now, so he can gesture vaguely in the direction of the nightstand. "Over there... in the top drawer."

These soft, teasing touches are an agony of pleasure, and he can't quite entirely stop the slow squirming of his hips, gently rubbing his swelling length against Vash's hand, hoping he'll get the hint and massage him to hardness. Oh, he wants so much to be touched and kissed, as though to make up for all the touch he lacked during those sessions in that machine.

He has to voice these thoughts, though. "Touch me," he whispers, his head lolling back again. "Touch me and kiss me... mmmmhhh... missed it so much...."

[goldenglasses]

Slowly Vash pours lube onto his hand. Then just as slowly reaches into Azwel's underwear. Pulling out the prize he finds inside. His hand slowly gliding its way up his shaft as his artificial left hand slides around to Azwel's backside. Hooking into the helm of his boxers he slowly pulls down with one hand while the other moves up and down.

"I'll touch you." He says up close enough that his very breath touches Azwel. Leading a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest then letting his lips find one of Azwel's nipples. Kissing it softly in circles. "Are you going to touch me back?"

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ohh, yes," Azwel breathes, "I certainly am." His hands slip into Vash's hair, warm against his scalp, before slowly sliding down his neck. They move over his shoulders before one drops to move along Vash's side, palm and fingers pressed gently against the skin, and the other draws light fingers down his spine. He arches slightly into those lips on his nipple, breath catching, and his fingers curl, dragging short fingernails along Vash's back and leaving little pink lines.

He moans softly, dreamily, that fervid need now completely melted into hot, liquid desire, gentle and sensuous. He can only hope that this is even half as good for Vash as it is for him, and he slides his hands over places he knows the other likes to be touched. A small, pointy thought rolls around in his mind, giving him tiny pokes that he needs to make this as good for Vash as he can. To that end, one hand pats blindly about, looking for the lube.

"Mmmm, so much better now we can touch each other properly," he whispers, a slight smile on his face. He has no idea how he's able to string that many words together, but there they are. Maybe it's the slow, languid pace. Maybe it was just that important to him to say it.

[goldenglasses]

Vash has left the bottle discarded to the side. It won't be too hard for Azwel to find it. Perhaps if Vash's hands weren't so full he would help him to find the bottle.

The outlaw makes a soft moaning sound when those fingers run though his locks. After the day they've had his hair is already starting to fall down around his face in a mess. Not that he really cared at the moment. He'd would be happy to never style his hair again so long as Azwel kept his fingers running through those locks.

There's a shiver that makes it all the way through even to the hand Vash has around Azwel's cock when the man's fingers traced over a particularly sensitive scar. Lips trembling as he presses another trail of kisses to give Azwel's other nipple a bit of attention with his lips. When Azwel drags his finger nails across Vash's skin he responds in kind by gently taking that bit of flesh between his teeth. Giving just the smallest bit of pressure as he laps it with his tongue. "They should know better they'd get a better response like this." He mummers through his full mouth.

[lovesuwithknives]

It's almost too much, those teeth gentle around that little pap, riding that edge between pleasure and pain and Azwel gasps loudly in delight, trying not to let his back arch too much. "Oh, absolutely," he moans in reply. "Always... maintained they were... very bad at it," he finishes breathlessly, a heated shiver following those words.

He slowly runs his fingers through Vash's hair again, humming a low, purring, velvety growl in his chest. Oh, he could caress and explore all night, refamiliarising himself with every sensitive place on Vash's body, helping them both reclaim what this place keeps trying to sully. But desire stirs ever more hungrily, so he slicks his fingers and trails them along Vash's tailbone and between his cheeks before gently caressing his entrance.

Something tells him he needs to be gentle with it. A memory? Maybe just a thought, all jumbled up in what the machines and drugs left of his recollection of the last couple days. But he presses his hot, slick finger to it, as the other hand continues to caress, looking for more spots that'll make him shiver like that again.

[goldenglasses]

Vash lowers himself down a little more. Wanting to give those exploring fingers an easier reach. His body is relaxed and welcoming to those fingers, but there's still a small intake of breath when they reach his entrance. A fleeting feeling of pain and perhaps Azwel might noticed the tiniest bit of dried blood there.

"I want you." He speaks it softly. Wanting to give Azwel a bit of reassurance that Vash didn't want to stop. It was such a small injury. It didn't even register in terms of bad for Vash. After what he has survived in his life this was nothing at all.

Lifting his head up he returns to Azwel's mouth. Kissing it and nipping gently at the man's lower lip. "Let me feel you inside me." The hand around Azwel's cock squeezes a little tighter as it slides itself up and down.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Blood," Azwel whispers. It has a peculiar consistency all its own and he recognises it immediately. "Something's happened...." He trails off into their kiss, moaning softly at those little bites, at that hand tightening around his length. "I'll be gentle. You've helped me so many times, it's time I returned the favour...."

His finger slowly, gently, presses into that poor, abused entrance, slick and warm. This is why he keeps his fingernails so short--so they can ease into people more smoothly. Slowly, he starts a rhythm with that finger as his other hand threads its fingers into Vash's hair. He kisses him gently, lingeringly, as a tender feeling wells up in him. Later, he'd meditate on it and realise it was simple compassion.

He'll vaguely remember it from long, long ago.

But now he simply lets it grow in his mind. He curls his legs around Vash's knees and starts to roll his hips, coaxing him into a slow, gentle rhythm, their bodies mirroring his hand.