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]

Azwel lies where he's put, but at least his breathing is calm and he watches them with half-open eyes.

The researcher, however, has, indeed, read Vash's file. And Azwel's. She pauses at the door. "The collar will be deactivated in three and a half hours. This will give us time to compile the data and clear the facility of any valuable components."

They really read those files.

She opens the door, steps through, and locks it behind her. There's a small silence.

"See?" Azwel whispers. "Told you they'd... let you go."

[goldenglasses]

"Not yet they haven't. They've locked us in here." That's not let go to Vash. He gets up up first checks out their monitor. Looking for any hint of what has been done. "What's to stop them from doing this again?" His nerve endings are firing off. Tired as he was from the sex Vash was still more motivated by a primal fear that kept him going. He would not be made into a test subject like that again.

The monitor proves to be useless to him. He gives up and moves back to where his red jacket had been discarded. Digging through the pockets until he finds his lock pick set. Moving with purpose he scoops up his jeans and starts to put them back on before kneeling at the door. Hoping to find something he can try to pick. Otherwise he was going to use the gun hidden in his arm to destroy the door.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel goes quiet again, listening to his own brain gather itself together again. By the time Vash is rifling through his coat Azwel slides off the bed and makes his way to the monitor. Slowly, he taps a few commands, not even stopping to think, as he'd usually do, about how he's actually grown accustomed to this technology. He's more interested in what the monitor is showing him. He sits on a chair and looks at the collection of security video files that have him running that array, eleven in number, including one where Azwel himself is on the table. The other subjects are unfamiliar or, at best, vaguely recognisable. In each one, however, that device winks away calmly on his head. He frowns vaguely at them.

"This place loves to toy with my memory," he mutters. As Vash tries to pick the electronic lock Azwel pokes the videos, looking to see if he can find one that shows how they brought him in or, at least, how and why they put the device on his head.

[goldenglasses]

"Are you sure you're okay?" Vash knows how tired Azwel can sometimes be after what they've done. Considering how stretched he had already felt he assumes its been a lot more for the other man then the one Vash had been apart of. "Finding anything useful over there? Maybe a way to destroy their study so they can't repeat it?" He hisses as he gets a small electronic shock, but he feels like he might be making some sort of progress.

[lovesuwithknives]

"I'm not certain, no. Apparently I've done this... twelve times, now.... Granted, over the span of a couple days, but...." He trails off, frowning in confusion upon finding the video in which they install the device on his head. "I don't know if I can destroy it. I'm not that familiar with these things."

He could try doing that, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he starts the security video instead.

The grainy footage shows a few people clustered around Azwel, who is strapped into a chair and apparently drugged, affixing the device to his head. It doesn't seem to be doing much until they activate it, which sends the screen Azwel into violent convulsions. Well, that explains why he's restrained, anyway.

"Hm," he says vaguely. "That explains a few things."

[goldenglasses]

"Explains what?" Vash asks over his shoulder. Nearly finished now wit the lock. "You ready to get out of here? I think I nearly have this."

[lovesuwithknives]

"It explains why I don't remember much," Azwel replies. "That device..." he shakes his head. Clearly he isn't quite ready yet, as he's still nude. He looks up at that and the twelve other videos.

He turns to look at Vash and sniffs, rubbing his hand under his nose, spreading blood. This makes him pause and look down at his hand. "Oh. That's... not surprising." He tries to stand, but his legs have other ideas and he drops back into the chair. "I... maybe I should rest for a while...."

[goldenglasses]

Blood. His heightened sense of smell picks up on it instantly. He abandons his work at the door. "Azwel!" In a flash he's next to his friend's side, ready to support him. "Shit! What have they done!?" His heart is pounding as he glances up at the monitors. "Fuck." He checks to see if the chair has wheels. "Maybe I can carry you out of here. You need a doctor."

[lovesuwithknives]

It has got wheels, so potentially Vash could simply wheel Azwel out of the building.

"Hm?" Azwel's eyes slip shut for a moment, then flicker open again. "That device, it... routed all that data through me. More than... Palindrome.... Much more. Quite a... strain, as it turns out."

He shakes his head. "I just need to rest for a while." He's used up the little strength he'd regained. This place, he thinks to himself. I've never felt so ill so often until I came here.

"By god, if I still had it, though, this'd be a snap." He flops sideways against Vash. "Oh. I don't think this room should be... tilting."

[goldenglasses]

"It? You mean Palindrome?" Vash takes his coat off and drapes it across Azwel. He was going to get them out of here. Quickly going back to the lock on the door. The electrical lock will spark a couple more times and Vash yelps once from a shock he gets, but soon enough there's the click of the lock being pushed back. "Got it! Okay, buddy. You rest there. I'll worry about getting us out."

Slowly Vash opens the door to peek out. Checking what sort of security might be waiting just outside the door.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Mhm," he mumbles. "'s why they wanted me to do this. The data... needed filtered through a... a sapient mind. It's... something I taught myself to do, to... even use Palindrome. But this was... it was too much, even for me."

As soon as Vash sticks his head out the door there's a fft! and a trank dart whistles past it.

Unaware of this, Azwel keeps talking. "It needed filtered and... shaped, you see. The numbers can... alter reality ever so slightly. And they needed to... direct that energy. Couldn't do it with a computer, you see. A brain adapts. Flows with it."

[goldenglasses]

"Yeah? That's interesting." Vash responds back only half listening. Ducking his head out of the way as the dart whistles past. Only two guards? They must not know him that well. Or at least, that's what Vash thinks. Having no idea of the trap they've left in his collar if he continues to ignore the warning the guards shout at him to stay in his room. "Azwel, you might want to cover your ears." Out of Vash's fake arm a gun suddenly pops out. "It's about to get loud."

Stepping out from around the door he opens fire. The shooting doesn't last long before it falls silent and all that is left is soft painful moaning sounds. The guards are only injured and not killed.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Eh?" Azwel blinks. As soon as the shooting starts he claps his hands over his ears. And when it stops he lowers them slowly, his ears ringing slightly.

He takes a breath to speak, but then Vash's collar beeps and electricity arcs through it. He staggers forward toward him, then looks up as a small group of people step into the room, including the researcher from before.

"You really should have waited," she says.

[goldenglasses]

Vash starts to come back for Azwel. Just as he's thinking that this might be too easy he feels electricity rush through him. Damn it! He should have thought it would do more than just damping his power! Vash falls to the floor with a scream as his body goes ridged.

A scientist will come over and jab a needle into Vash's neck. "Make sure subject 01-V is completely out before we move him. Wait the full five minutes. He'll likely try to fake it." Oh yes, they know the tricks like to use. "If he's this energetic still I don't see why we can't continue."

The group will approach Azwel next. Leaving Vash to painfully deal with the current running through his body on the floor while the drugs they gave him run their course.

[lovesuwithknives]

Vash drops to the floor and Azwel kneels next to him, hands reaching out and scrabbling at the collar. He's pushed aside when they move in to give the injection.

One of them grabs Azwel, pinioning his arms behind him, easily holding him despite his struggles. Another locates the device that'd been on his head and looks it over. "This one's nonfunctional," the man says.

"Not an issue," the researcher answers, crossing to a hidden cabinet. "We have more of them." She retrieves another control device from it and returns to where Azwel had slumped, exhausted, in the guard's grasp. When he sees what's in her hand, however, his eyes go wide.

"No... no, you mustn't..." The guard shifts his grip, his arm moving over Azwel's throat and pushing his head back. The thing is fitted back onto him and when it's activated a strangled yelp escapes him as his spine arches violently. He chokes and convulses briefly before going limp in the guard's grip, again. He's still alive, as his laboured breathing indicates.

He hears the researcher order them to place both him and Vash under the extractor before his senses flee.

His unconscious form is picked up and placed on the table-bed again. If Vash is still conscious he'll see they move to do the same with him.

[goldenglasses]

Vash struggles on the floor as electricity runs through his whole body. "B-Bastards!" He actually starts to roll onto his side despite the current. All he's capable of doing in the end is to reach out and try to grab of their ankles. A kick to the face is what he's rewarded with. Vash slips away just in time to see that Azwel still breaths, but they're both in a lot of trouble.

From somewhere far away he thinks he might hear something about tending to the guards he shot. If they're not too injured perhaps they would like a chance at the controls for the next around after Azwel has had a rest. Vash is completely out by the time they undress him and strap him down to the bed once more.

[lovesuwithknives]

At least with Azwel already nude their work was shorter. When he comes round again that buzzing is back in his brain, bringing with it that unnerving disconnect, that feeling that he is very much not in control of his own body. He can move his head, at least, and track his eyes, and he sees that he's lying next to Vash, who is already once again stripped and restrained.

He can't reach out a hand to touch him or even speak to him.

A part of him settles into this condition. After all, didn't he spend literally years like this anyway, his mind pushed and pulled by those two shards? This one simply buzzes monotonously instead of singing. There's only one source instead of two. His sight goes blurry and his eyes fall shut again until a voice speaks.

"Good. The signal is at one hundred percent strength."

A hand lightly slaps Azwel's face. "Time for round thirteen, friendo."

"That's enough of that," the researcher says coldly. "Go and join the others." The owner of the hand stops rolling Azwel's head from side to side and leaves. Presently the goggled and expressionless face of the researcher comes into view.

"Your friend was very impatient. He's had a number of impulsive run-ins with authority. Perhaps a lesson in humility from someone he actually cares about will make it sink in."

"Heh," Azwel huffs. "D'y'think he lis'ns to me?"

"We'll find out. The sedative will have worn off by now."

[goldenglasses]

She wasn't wrong with the way Vash groaned and started to stir. They had even taken into their calculations how his healing body would burn through the sedition. Vash tries to sit up once his mind starts coming back to him, but is held down in place by the restraints. "No! NO!" His eyes next noticing Azwel on the bed next to him and then the researcher.

"Don't do this! Please! I beg you!" It was real, honest begging. "At this rate you'll kill him!"

She tsks away Vash's concern. "Please. We know you've dealt with reckless researchers in the past, but don't judge us the same way. His mind is still useful to us. We will not do anything that will kill him." Discomfort and pain? That was something else entirely. "Besides, if he were to die this world would resurrect him once again. There is no need for your distress."

Vash looks towards his friend. Guilt clearly in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Once again, like their first meeting, Vash has made things worse instead of helping his friend.

[lovesuwithknives]

As though confident she had made her point, the researcher returns to the controls, coolly entering commands.

Resurrected. It's a word Azwel never thought would be applied to him before this place happened, mainly because he knew it was an impossibility for even the most brilliant of alchemists or sorcerers. But they throw it about so casually, here. He wonders, briefly, if he'd come back free of pain. Then he wonders why on earth he'd ever seriously consider such a thing.

Then he stops wondering as the buzzing steals his thoughts and makes him sit up, whereupon he notices the sensors attached to his skin, even though the buzzing ensures he can't actually ponder its meaning. The green light glows steadily on the device.

"We will, of course, be using the orgone sensors again," the researcher states calmly, entering more commands. "And we will need you to filter the data again."

Azwel shivers, the only reaction he can manage before his body moves, rolling onto his hands and knees and then swinging a leg over Vash so that he straddled him again. Once more he reaches over Vash and moves some of the sensors in answer to a code only he can see. Once more he attaches the sensors to him with caressing hands.

The researcher leaves the room, and a beat later that musky-smelling gas starts to seep into the room.

Azwel looks tired. Very tired. And yet he leans forward and whispers. "I forgive you," before te device flashes red and he twitches slightly.

[goldenglasses]

Vash stares up sadly at his friend. Pulling so hard at his wrists that they're on the risk of starting to bleed. Watching as the researcher starts to leave the room. "Wait! Stop! At least let him rest! You don't need to do this right now!"

She doesn't bother to give Vash a response. Exiting the room and leaving it to fill with that interesting smell once again. "I'm sorry. Azwel, I'm so sorry." He doesn't care that Azwel has forgiven him. He feels so helpless and he hates it. He watches the light turn red. "I won't hold back this time." Get it done as quick as possible and let his friend get his rest.

[lovesuwithknives]

The light winks back to green and Azwel gives a soft sigh, his eyes falling shut. The scent seeps into his mind and whispers to him that it's so much easier to give in. That for all his prideful stubbornness his will is pliable and doesn't it just feel so good to fall into this state and let something else take over? The conscious part of his mind, the part that clings stubbornly to the concept that every human forges their own destiny, tries to resist. Tries to shout out that no, it doesn't. But the scent and his own weariness win.

His eyes go unfocussed, and he breathes deeply, a soft hum in his throat. "Breathe deep," he whispers, dropping gentle kisses along Vash's jaw. "give in... mmmmhhh, feels good...."

The people watching in the control booth would likely be surprised that the sensor array starts to rotate so soon--whether it's the scent or just his own indefatigable sexual energy, the machinery has picked up those first sparks of Azwel's desire. Some of them grumble that it'll be over too soon. "Shaddap, this is hot," others say. They've agreed on the program, anyway, so now it's time to watch and see how it unfolds.

Azwel seems less weary with his eyes closed and this peaceful, blank look on his face. His hair hangs down, brushing against Vash's skin as he moves, silk against his cheek and neck. Slowly, Azwel's lips find Vash's and he kisses him the way he so often does, gently and repeatedly. His hips start to roll slowly, his spine curving and arching with the motion.

"Go under with me," he breathes slowly between kisses, hot little puffs against the other's lips still curving and arching. "Give in... let go your thoughts... ahh, feel it... can you feel it? Come with me... fall with me...."

He sits up, hands on the other's chest, dragging down over the skin as his head falls back. When it drops forward again there's a smile on his face.

"I'm going to fill you," he whispers. "And if you're good, I'll let you cum."

[goldenglasses]

Vash understand what Azwel is doing as he starts to breath in the scent of this room. Tired Vash's eyes slide away from his friend to where he's sure their being watched. They would have to have some way to see what the two were up to in order to control Azwel. He stares in that direction fora couple moments before going back to looking at Azwel.

He kisses back when Azwel starts to kiss him. At first it's bare bones. Vash simply kissing because he feels like he must. There's no energy to it and certainly no passion at all. That is until the drugs in the air start to get to Vash. By the time the kisses stop Vash is fully involved. Firmly kissing back and opening his mouth to let Azwel's tongue in if his friend wants to go that far.

He gasps for air as Azwel drags his fingers down his chest. "You will let me?" Vash laughs a little bitterly. He had been starting to grow aroused, but he hasn't yet gone so far to forget what was happening to them. "I think you mean they'll allow it." He looks again towards the camera. "And considering that's what they want me to do I'm pretty sure they're not going to let you stop me."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel pauses where he is, head tilting slowly to the side. His unfocussed eyes look down at Vash and he takes several long, deep breaths, each one leaving him with a soft hum.

"Nnnnhhhhh, clever," he whispers breathily. His hips start to roll again, pressing downward. "We'll see which of us... is right." He leans forward again, his lips next to Vash's neck. "Both of us are... wearing these... now...." Another moan hums against his skin as he kisses it slowly. Then he breaks away and leans to the side, looking over the edge of the table-bed. He reaches a hand down. Snags the bottle that hadn't really gone anywhere.

With the lube in his hand he returns his attention to Vash's face and neck, lips travelling slowly and wetly along the skin, hot and gentle. "Mmmmmm," he hums. "Mmmmmhhhh.... perhaps... I should teach you.... patience."

[goldenglasses]

Vash breaths in deeply. He's already been shown once that there was no escaping what was happening so he takes in the drugged filled air. Thinking it will relax him enough to get to the climax faster. They could control Azwel, but not him.

Shivering at the way the other man's hips rock against his body and the way those lips are so close to kissing him only to stop short. "We are." Vash had noticed the sensors attached all over Azwel's body. He hadn't noticed that in any of the other videos he had up on the screen before. "Trying something new this time, then?" It's not a question for Azwel, but the people behind him.

He tilts his head to give Azwel better access to his neck. Softly moaning at the way the noises his makes vibrates against his skin. "I'd rather all of you should..." He gasps as he feels that familiar heat swelling up inside him once again. "...learn consent instead."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Oh, yes," Azwel breathes in response to the question. "Always something new to try."

At the statement, though, he simply moans thickly. His lips go to Vash's own again, so full and soft, slowly moving. He pulls away with that aching slowness he's so fond of and sits up, finally opening the bottle. His head drops back and he gives another throaty moan as his fingers spread the stuff on.

He's so much the same, yet so qualitatively different--those sounds are so familiar. But the way he teases his tip between the other's cock and balls, pressing wetly into that little space, is not.