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

[goldenglasses]

"So I'm learning." Vash spits out bitterly. Shivering slightly against Azwel's touch as he brushes the droplets away off of his scarred chest. When he leans forward Vash sits up to reach him. Pressing a firm kiss against his lips. Wanting to help Azwel slip back into an easier state of mind.

[lovesuwithknives]

The fog and the buzzing had descended over Azwel's mind once more and he feels as though he's watching himself kiss Vash deeply, as though he's listening to the soft hum that rumbles into the join of their lips.

His hands slide over rough, jagged skin, over bits of metal, as fearless as they've always been, caressing every inch with just a little of that peculiar acceptance that is more undeniably Azwel than anything else. They slip into Vash's hair, lightly gripping it as his lips grow hungry, now. He pulls in another deep breath and moans throatily, his hips starting to move again.

He slips back into his own body, it seems, really feeling everything again. So often he's used sex to ease his own pain. Perhaps, despite all of this, he can try to use it to ease another's. His lips and hands are tender, now, and even though he can't speak he tries to soothe Vash as best he can with slow, gentle kisses.

Oh, how he's changed. They've failed to take that from him.

[goldenglasses]

Hungrily Vash kisses back. Letting himself fall into this moment. Breathing in deeply and trying to take in as much poison in the air that he can. He knows now that pain will likely be following this and he wants to be as relaxed as he can possibly make himself. The only thing he can do to try to help himself when that moment comes again.

Allowing that drug to cloud his mind he does indeed start to relax. Now only pulling against the restraints only when he forgets about them and tries to touch Azwel back. Moaning and arching himself at those touches. Enjoying the way those hands explore his body unafraid of the scars.

[lovesuwithknives]

At least they can be satisfied that the machinery has started turning again, that Azwel is growing heated again, swelling and throbbing. He continues his slow attentions, falling into desire. But this time his hands move down Vash's chest and middle, his lips following, hair sliding over his skin.

And when his hands and lips reach the other's cock, he slowly caresses and kisses it, hot and gentle, before taking it into his mouth, tongue tenderly stroking it.

[goldenglasses]

The outlaw's breathing starts to come faster and faster. The further down Azwel's kisses trail. His cock already firm by the time the other man reaches it. He makes a gasping sound that quickly transforms into a long, low moan. Had their tormentors changed their minds? This is not what Vash had been expecting as he let's his head fall back. His hips starting to rock and rise until he remembers to still them. Humming out with the effort to do so. "AH! YES!" He cries out with excitement when he feels that tongue wrap around his length.

[lovesuwithknives]

Had they? Who knows. Azwel has no idea if this is his own decision or not, but he's finally, finally settling into this after so many times in this machine. Those sounds--this is how it's supposed to be. He can't think of much, but he knows that, at least. He lavishes Vash's length with his slowly stroking tongue before his head starts to bob, falling into a rhythm. His hands rest on the other's hips, warm and heavy, until one slips down over the curve of his balls, curling around them to gently massage.

He hums softly against the skin in his mouth, only idly wondering why the buzzing in his head isn't objecting, isn't making him do something else. Or is this their plan? Such thoughts would usually tear into his mind but now they sit calmly, curled up, eyeing him. And he's all right with that for now.

[goldenglasses]

In all of Vash's very long life not once had he known luck. Anytime pain was promised to him it always came without fail. Usually even worse than what he expected. So while he still believes that eventually things will start going wrong he doesn't care. So long as that musky smell falls and fills the air the chemicals in his brain won't let him fret about that for now.

Instead he simply lays on that warm table with his moans growing louder the longer the continue. Gasping sharply when that delicious hum is added and he can feel it travel along his length. His teeth bites at his lower lip as he whimpers slightly. Wanting so badly to reach forward and touch the man giving him such pleasure, but unable to do any more than make his happy sounds as thanks.

[lovesuwithknives]

The device wants Azwel to push himself into the other man again. Stubbornly, he refuses, instead continuing to bob his head, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue thrusting. He gives another purring hum and carefully removes his hand from Vash's balls.

When his fingers curl around his own still-slick length, his moans get a little louder, a little more frequent. He braces himself against Vash's hip with his other hand, pumping his own cock in time with his bobbing head, an action that takes up so much concentration that he's able to not hear the buzzing for once, and that feels good enough to stop his arms twitching.

[goldenglasses]

"Awzel." Vash moans as his head rolls back and forth against the table. "Awzel." God, despite everything this felt so good. His mind fighting against himself to both hold on so something this good can keep going and to release as soon as possible for... some reason that had seemed important before. "I'm going too-erk!" He loses his words and his back arches as Azwel adds a bit more pressure by sucking. "Soon. I'm gonna... soon."

[lovesuwithknives]

He's fallen into a rhythm, now, his hand pulling hard at his own cock, the other hand grasping Vash's hip firmly, his legs braced, all so that he can keep the bobbing of his head smooth. The device flashes red and still he continues. They really hadn't reckoned on just how bloody-minded he can be. They'll get their power influx--in spades, probably, if those sounds Vash is making are any indication.

He can feel something hot and wet under his nose that he suspects isn't sweat. But he's almost there. He hums against the cock in his mouth, again. Presses his tongue into its underside. Pushes his head forward until he's taken it in entirely, his throat working against the tip.

[goldenglasses]

That hum and feeling that firm tongue sliding against him sends Vash over the edge. With a cry his muscles tighten and his hips jut forward. He doesn't mean to thrust himself into Azwel's mouth, but he can't seem to stop himself. Despite having recently climaxed he practically explodes into his friend's mouth. A hot stream jutting forth and leaving Vash gasping for breath once he's done. Skin slick with sweat.

[lovesuwithknives]

Again, that machinery whirls madly behind him, so fast it's nearly invisible, the small lights on it describing painfully bright circles. In front of him, Azwel makes a series of small, short sounds, desperately swallowing as much of that mouthful as he can. He pulls away, gasping for breath, small rivulets of white running from his lips and into his beard.

He rubs at his face with his hand and then crawls forward, his breaths sobbing though no tears fall. As soon as he reaches Vash's face again, he takes it in his hands and kisses him fiercely, small desperate sounds in his throat as he sinks down on top of him. His hips move, dragging his still-hard cock against the heat and all the slick wetness and it isn't long at all before he shudders. It pulses, releasing, and he falls forward, gasping and shaking. He'd beaten them. A small victory and possibly a Pyrrhic one, but a victory nonetheless.

The restraints click open again.

[goldenglasses]

Vash moves slowly. Tired from his second round, but his mind also still dull from the drugs. He knows he should be concerned about something, but it's like he can't focus. "Azwel." Concern takes over and he wraps his newly freed arms around his friend. Holding him close. One starting to go up and remove the device on his head before he stills his hand. "Wait--" He remembers something. About that possibly hurting Azwel.

He shifts and tries to make more room on the bed. Wanting Azwel to lay against the heated cushions. Gently running a hand through that purple hair. "Don't you dare die on me." Azwel seemed so weak. Vash kisses him again as if somehow kissing him will keep Azwel grounded to him. He even grabs one of Azwel's hands in his own. Squeezing it tightly. "I'll never forgive myself if you do. So don't you dare." He looks over his shoulder at the machinery. Not wanting to leave his friend's side for even a moment, but thinking maybe he can figure out how to get that thing off his head.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel's lips move slightly as they're kissed, a gentle response, at least showing that he's still in there. His eyes slowly open after a few moments. They're terribly weary but lucid. The light on the device is dark--his mind is his own, again. Noticing his hand is being squeezed, he curls his fingers around Vash's hand.

He swallows slowly. Thickly. "I... think we've... beaten them," he whispers with a faint smile.

The machinery and computers offer no readily visible solutions. Azwel lies still, his breathing growing calm, and smiles vaguely, his fingers still curled around Vash's. He has precious little strength left, but he suspects if he slept he'd make Vash worry and fret.

[goldenglasses]

Have they beaten them? They're still locked in this room and naked. Vash isn't too sure about their safety, but then again, Azwel wasn't completely controlled so perhaps that was good.

Vash kisses Azwel's forehead gently. Trying to see if it's warm. Or even cold. Kissing it a second time just because he can. "You were amazing."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel gives a small, amused huff and a brief grin. "Thank you," he answers a bit loopily. "I try." His forehead is warm, the sweat already dried. He could use a long, hot shower to get all the sweat and grime and lube and cum and whatever else out of his hair and beard and off his skin. He could use an even longer sleep. But mostly, right now, damn does he want a nice, cool glass of water.

A small while passes in this stillness, the gas slowly cycling out of the air. Not a word from their captors. Not a sound. Azwel rests, eyes half-open, gazing at the screens or watching Vash. He ponders the fact that he really should put his clothes back on--he doesn't want to take a chill. But he's too exhausted to move.

A loud beep startles him into wakefulness.

"The facility is now properly vacated," a voice rings out through a speaker. "You may now exit. Please do not damage any of the machinery or standard disciplinary actions will be taken."

With a smaller beep the device on Azwel's head and the collar around Vash's neck unlock. Azwel wearily pushes the thing off himself, watching it clatter to the floor.

"You will need rest and fluids, the voice continues. "Especially you, 02-A."

A small hopper opens, revealing two very familiar looking pills and a clear plastic bottle of water. "Please swallow these. Refusal will result in force-feeding."

[goldenglasses]

Vash watches Azwel as he rests. At first looking dreamily and occasionally running a hand through Azwel's hair. Slowly as the gas leaves Vash starts to become a bit more alert. "I'll be right back." He will eventually slide off the bed to mess with the controls. Trying to bring up security feeds and seeing if he can get more information. It's blocked out and he gets nothing, but what already saved on it. He also tries the door and finds it locked before returning to Azwel. Without how weak his friend was he didn't dare try to open it again.

Instead he picks up his jacket and returns to the bed. He drapes it over Azwel as he sits back down and stares at the door waiting for it to open again. Vash jumps with surprise at both the noise and when his collar unlocks. Immediately ripping it off and throwing to the other side of the room.

Vash wrinkles his nose at the pill when it's offered. "You going to take it?" He doesn't like any of this, but he won't judge his friend if he decides to take it.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel looks at it for a moment. "They want us to forget," he murmurs. He slowly reaches out a hand and takes the water bottle. His fingers hover over the pills for a beat, then he appears to make a decision and picks one up. "I don't think I can forget, but... on the off chance it works...." He shrugs and places it in his mouth, then gulps down about half the bottle. Oh, that's... really nice.

He hands the bottle to Vash. "Have some water, whether you take that pill or not," he says, his usual half-smile flickering at the corner of his mouth for a moment.

Slowly, he leaves the bed and gathers his clothing. It's going to take him a while to pull it all back on, and when he's done he's so wobbly-legged that he flops into the chair.

[goldenglasses]

Vash sighs. "Well, I think I've caused you enough problems with acting up already, haven't I?" He says with a soft smile. Reaching forward and picking up his own pill. It certainly looks like it goes in his mouth as he drinks just enough of the water to swallow down a pill. One he is carefully hiding away in the palm of one of his hands before he hands the bottle back to Azwel. "Here. You need it more than I do."

He doesn't want to forget, but he can understand why Azwel might. "Let's get dressed and out of here so we can leave." He moves to pick up his jacket, but stops when he sees how weak his friend is. "Whoa. Take it easy. Let me help you."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel's none the wiser regarding this palming, as he wasn't looking at the time. Far too busy concentrating on making his feet work.

Which is why it comes as a surprise to him when, after Vash helps him to his feet out of the chair, there's another loud beep that startles him again.

"01-V. This is your only warning. Comply or neither you nor 02-A will be allowed to leave."

Azwel tries very hard to keep his emotions under wraps for once, but he can't hide the look of fear that crosses his face.

[goldenglasses]

Laughing meekly at Azwel the outlaw shrugs his shoulders before opening his hand and showing his friend the pill he hasn't taken yet. "Ah... opps?“

Then he holds it up where he's pretty sure the camera can see it. "Okay! Okay! I got it! But, geeze, you can at least call me by my name.“ He makes a show of placing the pill on his tongue. Moving his hand away so the camera can see it there before closing his mouth. Then he moves the pill back on this tongue pushing it back towards his throat where he half swallows it. With how dry his mouth currently is it gets stuck on the back of this throat which is exactly what he wants.

Out if view, but not yet in his stomach Vash opens his mouth and moves his tongue around to show the camera he's not hiding the pill under his tongue. He even goes so far as to pull down on his lips. Exposing every inch of his mouth. "Happy now?“

[lovesuwithknives]

They're never happy and that's probably part of the problem. But Azwel breathes a sigh of relief when the door emits a harsh buzz and then a click.

"Turn right. Follow the lit corridors to the exit."

Outside the room the corridor is sterile, showing no sign of the firefight that'd occurred there. And, just as the voice had said, there's no-one about. No guards, no workers, no techs, no-one. Azwel steps out curiously, and is a little unnerved by the silence, broken only by the faint electronic hum of the lighting. Ten feet to the right is an intersection, and the shadowy right side of it is strangely foreboding.

"Let's go, now," he says, his voice wearier than anyone has ever heard it.

[goldenglasses]

As badly as Vash wants to leave this place at a run to throw up the pill currently stuck against the back of his throat he tries to make sure to go at a pace Azwel can handle. "Yeah. Let's get out of here. Like, right away let's get out of here."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel nods and starts walking, still unnerved by the darkened corridors to one side or the other. The whole place seems so eerie and silent. He wants to leave as quickly as possible, too, but it becomes clear rather soon that his strength is already flagging. His feet drag and his path weaves until, several steps later, he staggers against the wall.

"Oh. I'm afraid my legs have other ideas...." he says a bit vaguely. "How mutinous of them. I'd tell them a thing or two, but I don't think they're listening."

[goldenglasses]

Vash turns his back to Azwel and kneels down. "Here. Climb on and I'll carry you. It's the least I can do after the way you fought off their machine for me." He smiles at his friend. "You were great."