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]

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....

[wildphase]

"Please... please..." he doesn't know if it's mercy or more or for just this right here to last forever that he's begging for. He's not even sure that he's really begging for anything or just if there's something about this that requires he raise his voice in something. He's certainly not thinking about the words.

He'd hoped it might be like this. That even though the mind forgets, it isn't just the flesh that remembers. But he wasn't prepared for it to be this intense, the recovered memories he has still several years ago, for him. But no sooner than he manages to get used to the sensations enough to string a coherent thought together, but he's flinging open everything inside of him, letting their power mingle more completely. He's less cautious about it than he once would be, now that he knows that the insanity it drops them into is only temporary.

He offers everything, his magical energy heady and wild and uncontrollable. They probably are lighting things up like a beacon, here, but he can't bring himself to care. Perhaps someone will presume this is a battle of some kind and leave them alone.

[lovesuwithknives]

Between the two of them they're filling the room with white light; with lazily floating spheres of energy like soap bubbles; with, as they'll find out later, random puddles of water, as though the walls had been sweating. Truth be told, people could feel the magick radiating and instinctively steered away without realising it. All the better, really.

Azwel's breath comes in heavy gasps, now, the sweet fire coursing through him almost too much to bear. Everything he feels, everything he is pulls inward, gathering itself as his climax winds itself around his spine, slides its hot tendrils up from his root to his brain, whiting out his sight, sending his consciousness tumbling away.

It pulls back into him and swells. Trembles. Bursts. His hips buck wildly, violently, a strangled cry leaves him. When his release shoots into Carden it flows into the younger man's nerves, setting them alight just as it sets Azwel's own alight, and pours into their joined magick, filling their souls.

He might have passed out for a moment.

When he regains his senses he's panting, riding out the aftershocks, his face buried against Carden's hair. He gives a purring moan, still floating in the orgasmic high.

[wildphase]

Someday, he'd love to try experimenting with trying to not immediately follow Azwel over the edge as soon as he comes when they're joined like this. He's curious to know if it's even possible to resist that burst of energy inside of him, the way the sensation is both physical and not at the same time. But that day is not today and his nails gouge into Azwel's back with how he clenches them against him when he follows him over the edge.

The pain is temporary, though. The release of his own energy heals as it goes, since that's the last thing he'd used it for, the thing they'd started with. Azwel's going to come back to himself to discover every hurt on him that's possible for magic to heal has been healed and he's clean besides, though covered with a thin layer of slight dampness everywhere, like he'd been lightly misted near a waterfall.

He's always a bit offline in the aftermath, moreso when it's magic, and there's an answering, soft noise from him, worn out and contented.

[lovesuwithknives]

He's never been one to fuck and run, so to speak, but a strange, tender feeling now seeps into Azwel's soul, and he has no idea why it's there. And yet... somehow it belongs there. It has him kissing Carden, his lips slow and soft, his fingers twining gently in the younger man's hair. He looks down at Carden, his gaze blissful and a bit unfocussed, the way it always got in his afterglow--the look that only comes with everything unwound.

Even the silence of the room feels better than it has any right to do--and it is very silent apart from the two of them. The ambient noise of any kind of modern city, so easily ignored, is conspicuously absent, here. There isn't even the sound of waves....

Azwel blinks slowly. "I... remember the seaside...."

[wildphase]

When it's just sex, he usually can keep going after the initial offline period, and he might be able to like this as well, but there's something in particular about having their energies combined like that that always leaves him more languid, less likely to spur into either much motion or a second round. (He does, however, particularly enjoy being fucked while he's like this, so long as he has to make absolutely no effort about it himself.)

He closes his eyes and relaxes into the feel of Azwel petting through his hair, the residual feeling of their energies twined around one another making him entirely more comfortable than he should be, considering how little Azwel remembers...

His lips curl and his eyes open slowly when Azwel mentions the sea,

"You should. We lived there. Along with some others," it's a little cut and dry, but his brain feels like it's melted along with the rest of him.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel hums softly, his head dropping gently to rest next to Carden's.

"Grey and blue," he murmurs, his eyes closed. "Scrubby green plants... and brown sand...." It's a formless wash of colours at the moment, but it's persistent. If he waits, if he watches it in his mind long enough, it'll slide further into focus. "There was a house... worn grey by time and storms and salt air... but steady and warm...."

"There were others, but... I was there because of you... I feel sure."

He hadn't pulled himself out after they'd stopped, and he sits thick and warm and soft inside Carden, resting. He's still propped slightly on his elbows so that his full weight (more than when they first met but not as contentedly softened round the edges as he'd later become) doesn't squash the smaller man under him. He gives a quiet, blissful sigh.

"I recall sunlight... sparkling on the water... under tall rocks.... Mmmmmmh, and I recall us. Tea and long conversations and..." Something rolls a wave of hot pleasure through him, bringing a memory with it, clear and almost whole. He gives that low chuckle of his, that quiet throb of sound, and when he continues he sounds that much more like the Azwel Carden remembers. "D'you remember that night," he presses a wet kiss to the tender spot under Carden's jawline, "when we 'christened' almost every room?" Another kiss. "The kitchen countertop, the bathtub, the sofa--" his lips grow more heated against Carden's skin, "mmh, at least three bedrooms..."