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

[wildphase]

"I'm fine," he answers automatically, before he amends it to, "I think I'm fine." The several minutes have given him some perspective on what's happened to him, but the smells and sounds of the rest of the laboratory have been too overwhelming for him to make it out from under the table.

"There's a lot of new stuff going on," he finally reports, knows they'll get to the details later, "Enhanced smell and hearing, but that's probably expected, all things considered," he still hasn't explained the table really, though, "Seems to have come with new instincts too, though, and those are proving... difficult to wrangle."

He's not aware that sentence is prophetic, not yet. Even so, if there's an offered hand, he's able to take it, seeming much more comforted now that Azwel is here.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ah. Good."

He does, indeed, offer a hand to pull Carden to his feet. This stuff will need cleaned up soon, but... it can wait. He looks the other up and down with a keen eye, even though that grin hasn't left his face.

"I had meant to test it on myself, first," he muses. Typical Azwel--in the interest of having a subject whose baseline characteristics he's absolutely certain of, he thinks nothing of what his self-experimentation might mean to anyone else. He tilts his head slightly, then shrugs. "Far be it from me to stop an experiment once it's begun... however it may have begun! Now--can you put words to what these new instincts might be?" He finds he's watching Carden's new tail as it swishes behind him.

[wildphase]

That's a look that usually sets Carden to squirming under normal circumstances, but with everything else he hardly seems to notice. His eyes are still darting around nervously, but Azwel's seen enough of Carden's typical nervousness to mark that this is a lot more like he's trying to observe everything all at once.

"Everything smells and sounds different and anything frightening at all makes me want to run or hide," his ears twitch and swivel to go along with it which is, quite frankly, adorable. "You help though," he observes with a head tilt that says he's observing it as he's talking about it. "It's interesting," he adds, "because it's clearly something on top of my conscious thought?" he's not sure if that makes sense, "I know rationally that there's no reason to hide under the table, but I also couldn't make myself come out until you got here, either."

Another thing to file under "rational vs. instinctive": if Azwel's hands get anywhere close to those ears, Carden does a full bodied head-bump into his hand, seemingly without knowing he's even done it.

[lovesuwithknives]

At some point Azwel's fingers do stray to those new ears, initially to see where hair ended and fur began, to lightly probe and explore and watch reactions. When Carden busses his head against his hand, pushing forward like that, Azwel's other arm instinctively curls around him.

That's when the effect hits him, wicking in through his nose like a pheromone, undetected until a subtle change washes over him. He finds all he wants to do is touch Carden--not even in a sexual manner (yet), but just to pet his hair and hold him and sort of melt into that warmth.

"Hm, well, it's good that you're finding me relaxing, because I'm not entirely sure I want to let you go," he says quietly. His tone is contemplative, wrapping his mind around the words as he's saying them. But there's an undeniable warmth that the younger man's keen hearing would catch, a sense that whatever else this transformation has done, it's drawing Azwel in. And he isn't putting up even a hint of a fight.

[wildphase]

Carden still has entirely too much new everything to fully comprehend what's happening right away. He was scared before and then Azwel was there and Azwel "smells" like warmth and safety and so there was no problem coming out from under the table if he was here. And the hand on his ears has him purring immediately, without a thought, but it's mostly just warm and comfortable. And then he's pulled close and that's even better, has that purring noise thrumming deeper in his throat and his tail curling in lazy sways behind him.

"Then don't," he answers back and his tone has gone low and warm, too, his hands clinging and he still doesn't fully recognize what this feels like, but he does recognize that something seems off. "Mmm... did you... do anything else with that stuff?" it's not a coherent question, not really, but he tries anyway, even as he's kind of rising up on his tiptoes a little, trying to get that hand that's settled around his waist just a little lower, without realizing it.

[lovesuwithknives]

"No, I don't think so," Azwel murmurs in reply. What all did he do with that solution? He rummages a little lazily in his memory, too distracted to notice how Carden is shifting against him, how they end up pressed flush against one another.

"There may have been some kind of unforseen reaction from it blending with that other solution," he muses. "Though essence is usually inert." His hand rests comfortably in the small of the other's back. "Hm, it'll have to be repeated, of course, but... that can be done later. Right now, I want to focus on the present and why I feel so... warm." He's not complaining in the slightest.

"And how are you feeling?" A beat. "Besides overwhelmed by your senses?"

[wildphase]

Carden can be convinced (sometimes quite easily) into being shameless, but he's not usually particularly forward. Even his flirting is usually more cerebral than physical. Azwel is very familiar with subtle (and not subtle) ways to rile Carden up and a hand on the small of his back is an excellent way of getting him to melt even when everything is normal, but that melting doesn't usually look like him arching with a heated purr clearly trying to get that touch lower, preferably right above his tail. It's technically probably not much different than a cat responding to scritches, but he's not a cat and the motion is much more suggestive and sexual, particularly coupled with a deep, rich purr.

"I feel fine," he answers back, "Good even. A little warm, yeah, but nothing bad." He rubs his face against Azwel and adds, "You smell good. You can keep touching my ears if you want to, it feels kind of good." He does actually realize that he's having a totally normal conversation while he's all but pushing his ass into Azwel's hand, but everything's still tumbling end over end so quickly in his head that that just isn't information that his mind has caught up on.

[lovesuwithknives]

They are very touchable ears, the fur soft and fluffy, and Azwel's fingers rub and scratch lightly behind them, right at that little corner, more out of habit than anything else. Having lived with actual felines for years will do that.

The purring rumbles right into his chest and he gives a contented sigh. They say listening to purring gives one a sense of well-being and he certainly believes it now.

"If we keep this up, I'll be too relaxed to continue with questions," he says, making no move whatsoever to let go. In fact, his other hand does move downward, fingers gently curling.