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

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ah, I'd be a poor scientist if I just willy-nilly ruled out any sort of possibility, however remote it might be."

Because all of life is science, apparently.

At the question, Azwel smiles and crosses to the bed, flopping onto it and rolling onto his side. "Oh, I'd forgotten how lovely this bed is. Anyway, my work. I have created a device which harnesses the very essences of Order and Chaos, filtering them through a human being--namely myself--and thus keeping them balanced against one another in a dynamic equation. I intend to find the limit of what one can do with said energy."

Well. That's... certainly a project, innit?

[whatsina_name]

That is one hell of a project. One Phillip can't help but wonder how successful it's being, given that to him Azwel seems more on the 'chaos' end of the spectrum. Though perhaps the point isn't him being balanced.

"I... see." What does one even say to that? "How is that going?"

[lovesuwithknives]

The more balanced he makes them the less so he becomes. At least it's only showing itself as eccentricity.

Lying on this lovely bed, with someone in the room whom he'd brought home specifically for sex finally nudges Azwel's thoughts in that direction, however vaguely. He gestures for Phillip to join him. There's plenty of space, after all, and it's wonderfully soft and springy.

"Mm, it's going slowly," he answers. "It's still in the early experimental phase, so there's not much of anything concrete to show yet, save for the device, itself. But the mathematics are fascinating...."

[whatsina_name]

Mathematics is absolutely the way to get Phillip to stop asking questions about it; he is very much not interested in that part of things.

He will at least move over to the bed, settling down on his side next to Azwel. It is a much nicer bed than he's used to. Though really, he's still not entirely sure what, exactly, Azwel is going to want from him. "You made it sound like you've been working on it for a while."

[lovesuwithknives]

You won't be alone in that, Phillip, most people tend to glaze over or lose interest when Azwel starts in about the maths. He's used to it.

At the question he groans softly and rolls onto his back. "I have been. It's... really it's been altogether far too absorbing. I only just came up for air the other day and realised I need some kind of release." A beat. "How are you with massages?"

[whatsina_name]

...So there is a reasonable chance he'll occupy Azwel's time for a day or two before the man disappears for a week or more. This will be interesting.

He cocks his head to the side, a little smirk on his face. "I like to think pretty decent," he says. (He is considerably underplaying that.)

[lovesuwithknives]

There's a small pause and Azwel's smile goes a little warm, his gaze a bit lidded. "Mmm, right now, I think I'd like to see how good you are at it..." he says, as though simply asked what he'd like to do. "D'you work better with clothes on or off?"

[whatsina_name]

"That's up to you. Your comfort level, and all that." Phillip's pretty sure he knows which Azwel will pick. It is... pretty obvious, given the previous conversation, but he'll just shift to sit up and left Azwel position himself however he wants first.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel grins before sitting up, himself. "Versatility. I like it."

He peels off clothing, exposing a muscular frame and pale skin decorated with raised, flowing scar lines continuing down from what started on his face. They run down his chest and stomach and also down his back, following the course of meridian lines, disappearing under the waistband of his trousers.

Clad only in said trousers, now, he lies down again, this time prone, head resting on his folded arms. He gives a quiet sigh, his eyes slipping shut.

[whatsina_name]

Phillip is certainly curious about those lines- he won't ask until he has time to listen, however. For the moment, he keeps his clothes on- they are certainly nothing fancy, he's never really had anything that was. His last owner mostly preferred him in things that could be ripped off without much care. He assumes they'll come off eventually, but it's better to not assume what the man wants until he gets a better read on him.

Assuming he can ever get a read on this man.

He moves over to settle over top of Azwel, rubbing some oil that was on the beside table over his hands before starting on Azwel's shoulders. There's a firm pressure there as he begins to work into him, and even someone who was never officially trained can probably tell just how much Azwel overworks just from that.

[lovesuwithknives]

It takes a while for anyone to really get the measure of Azwel. It's entirely possible even Azwel doesn't really know what Azwel is about.

His body is much more easy to understand than his mind, however. His skin is quite warm and the raised lines are worn smooth by time. Under that skin, muscles are indeed knotted around the neck and shoulders and spine, the kind of stiff tightness that comes from far too much time spent hunched over delicate work.

A low, purring hum escapes him as Phillip starts to work on his shoulders. It's an unconsciously sensual kind of sound.

"Oh, that's good," he murmurs. The oil smells pleasant, warm and musky. "Had no idea I needed this so much...."

[whatsina_name]

"How long has it been?" Phillip asks, part curiosity and part to let him know just how difficult some of these knots are going to be to get out. If he didn't believe it before, he would absolutely believe now that the man works far too much. If his actual experiments don't kill him, how hard he works himself for them might.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Can't remember the last time," Azwel mumbles, his voice soft, now. Clearly he's the kind of person who loses track of the time and intensity of his work.

Any time Phillip has to grind at a knot or a muscle root Azwel gives a low, throaty sound, mumbling positive but slightly incoherent words. It sends wonderful tingling shivers through his skin, making hair stand up and causing heat to pool in his root. It leaves him panting.

[whatsina_name]

It's both clearly something he needed and something he enjoys very, very much. That is at least familiar territory. Phillip doesn't say anything, instead concentrating on getting Azwel's back into a state that's less knotted up with tension- or at least working until nothing else can be done for the moment.