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

[seasoflight]

Felih feels like he's dying of mortification.

"...well, if it keeps you from kidnapping folk...!" he insists, trying to justify himself, flustered and squirming a little on the table, stopping when the movement causes his mate's cock to stir inside him in the process. He whined, panting and shuddering at that brief moment of stimulation, before he mumbles.

"...I'm curious too, you know. The applications of this energy. It's a scholarly interest." While not a lie, it certainly wasn't the only reason- clearly, he enjoyed being fucked relentlessly, if he was willing to continue volunteering.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Ahah, so that's why y--oh! Nnnnhhh...." He breaks off as that squirming definitely has an effect on him. Give him a moment, he has to collect himself.

He calms his breathing again, his gaze lidded, now, his smile a trifle heated. "Oh, I can't resist a lively mind," he murmurs, gently drawing his fingers down Felih's cheek. "Mmmmm, you might yet change my tactics."

[seasoflight]

Felih's cheeks are still burning from mortification, but he does get a small kick of satisfaction when his squirming makes the man above him completely lose his composure for a moment. He likes having that power, and after a moment, he clenches down around him again.

"Change your tactics, huh...?" he mumbles, curious still, and he nuzzles at the man. Clearly he's not too upset about being kidnapped, judging by his behavior, but he's still a little miffed and sulky.

[lovesuwithknives]

"Mmmhhhh..." It's certainly having an effect on Azwel. "Very possibly," he breathes, placing hot, slow kisses on Felih's neck, "especially if you keep that up." He's growing heated inside of Felih, already starting to swell.

The kind of power this fellow has over Azwel should be frightening. Or angering. But he falls into it, instead, as though, all this time, he'd unconsciously been looking for someone who could pull him along, instead of the other way around.

[seasoflight]

Felih's purring away again soon enough, feeling the man thickening and swelling inside him, that wonderful heat growing once more. He shivers at the kisses to his neck, and he pants and wiggles his hips, grinding down against the base of Azwel's cock.

Even though he's all tied up, he's relishing the way he can make the man above him lose some bits of control...

"Is that so.... I guess I'll just have to 'keep that up,' then," he murmurs, panting a little. "I'm hard to satisfy, you know..." Azwel could not have found a more perfect candidate for his machine.

[lovesuwithknives]

This is slowly starting to unravel Azwel, and a liquid heat washes through him. It brings a flush to his skin and a soft, low hum to this throat.

"Mmmmh, please do," he breathes, his voice little more than a quiet lustful moan, his words a little slurred. "I can't resist...."

There's no desperation this time. Instead, it's a sweet intoxication, waves of pleasure that drown his thoughts, pull his body into a slow rolling rhythm. At the mention of how hard it is to satisfy him, Azwel smiles before his lips move to Felih's for a slow kiss.

"Ah, but I think I'll enjoy trying," he murmurs before returning his lips to Felih's for languid, gentle, repeated kisses, pulling away more slowly every time. His hands move to either side of Felih's face as he does this.

A small tremor of that same desperation flickers in him but he drowns it in the slow movement of their bodies. Right now, oh, right now he wants to take his time with it, really savour this intoxicated feeling.

[seasoflight]

Felih purrs, his grin turning a little mischievous and feral as he flashes sharp teeth, wiggling his hips and squeezing tight around Azwel's cock, still trying to milk at him, harden him up. He shudders and pants, feeling the slow rolling beginning, starting the push and pull, the drag and rub of that thick cock along every sensitive nerve inside him.

He melts into that kiss, moaning as he feels his lover fucking him again, even nipping and nibbling playfully at Azwel's lower lip between kisses, though he keeps the kisses themselves languid and deep. Twelve, it's a sweet kind of agony to move so slowly, a simmering heat stirring up in him again with each thrust.

"Nngh... t-try your best. Mayhaps you'll get a good haul of those orbs before we're through..." he pants, soft words breathless against Azwel's lips. "Fill me up. I'm not satisfied with just this amount..." he teases, squeezing hard around his cock again as if encouraging him to just spill more seed inside him.

[lovesuwithknives]

A soft, breathy, amused sound results at that. Oh, he's certain he'll have rather a lot of them completely charged by the time they've had enough. Even that thought further stokes his own desire as the crystals and mirrors and lenses start to turn again, faster and faster.

"Oh... mmmmhhhh, not to worry, there's... plenty more...." Azwel murmurs. The little bites to his lips and that squeezing makes him moan and shiver delightedly every time. Ah, gods, he's good at this. So good....

"Mmmmh... you could easily... become addictive," he adds in a heated whisper, his hips rolling slow and hard, now. His lips roam wetly along Felih's jaw and neck again. "Might never... get enough...."

[seasoflight]

Felih's purring louder still, his tail wiggling and coiling around one of Azwel's thighs as the man keeps rolling into him. The pace is slow, but hard, and it makes Felih's hips lift slightly with each thrust, making him gasp and whimper, moaning shamelessly as his head falls back to the cushions, his neck open to being kissed and marked.

"A-Ahnn... t-that's fine. I'm known to be a bit addictive," he pants and teases, hips twitching and jerking to try and meet the man's thrusts, walls clenching tight around him with each thrust, determined not to let him go. "I want to see how much I can get out of you..." he purrs, eyes half-lidded as he squirms and moans.

[lovesuwithknives]

Ordinarily Azwel would have a mental image with a statement like that--a string of desperate people following after Felih, just begging to touch him. But his thoughts are gone once again, so no such thing comes to mind. He's drowning in sensation even faster this time, and it's thrilling. He still moves slowly, still plunges deep into Felih with every rolling thrust, but his spine shivers and he quickly becomes incoherent with pleasure. One hand grasps the cushions again.

He can't even comment on Felih's intention to squeeze as much as he can out of him, but the words roll about in his mind, patiently waiting for something to connect to. They'll be waiting for a while, because Azwel's thoughts are well and truly scattered, just the way he likes them. All he can do is moan an almost obscene moan against Felih's neck, near his ear, before shifting a bit and capturing his lips again in a series of urgent kisses.

He's going to lose his mind to all this pleasure and he doesn't care. He wants it. He wants to be utterly subsumed in this feeling.

[seasoflight]

Felih shudders with each slow, deep, hard thrust, feeling the thick shaft rutting against every sensitive inch of him inside, a deep pleasure he hasn't enjoyed in quite a while. Azwel's so thick, filling and stretching him wide, making him mewl and moan with each movement, walls fluttering and squeezing around him in his half-focused attempts to milk him. It's hard to think when he's getting fucked like this, but he can remember to clench most of the time for him, to squeeze and milk him.

The kisses are met with breathless fervor, moaning into them, his hips trying to roll despite his restraints hindering his movements. He's going to cum again, he's sure of it- but it hits him before he expects it, leaving him breathless as he squeaks and trembles, shaking as he clenches even harder and spasms around him, squirting down onto the balls he feels slapping against his skin, while his barbed cock jerks and spurts even more streaks of thick, hot seed all over his painted torso. His toes curl and his claws reflexively expose themselves in the process, entire body arching and shaking.

Twelve, he could get used to sessions like this...

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel gasps as Felih squeezes hard around him, then gives a breathy cry--it feels too good.... He moves faster, now, completely incoherent, small choked sounds in his throat. He should be terrified at how his mind is spiralling out of control, how this surely can only end in a precipitate tumble into madness, but he's exhilarated. He wants this madness. He needs it and it lurks right there, swirling temptingly in the climax that barrels toward him... or maybe he's speeding toward it.

Closer... closer.... When it hits him, shattering his conscious mind into countless pieces, he gives a strangled scream, bucking and convulsing, his teeth scraping against Felih's shoulder and leaving red marks but not quite breaking the skin.

It's going to take him a few moments to come down from this high, as he slows to a stop for now, panting for breath.

The machinery rattles to a stop, but he's too blissed out to notice.

[seasoflight]

Felih's mind is blank until he starts coming down from his high. Gods, how many times has this man fucked him to orgasm, now? When was the last time someone satisfied him like this? He's purring loudly without even realizing it, blissful and melting against the cushioned table, body still twitching and spasming about his mate's cock. He can't help it, clenching when he feels more heat pumping into him, and he whimpers from the aftershocks of ecstasy even as he's gasping for breath.

He's a debauched mess on the table, trembling and shaking, eyes still shut as he just tries to recover.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel had filled him rather copiously again, and that's probably part of why he's so limp, now. He lies on top of Felih for a few moments, panting. When he finally stirs and looks up past Felih and to the machine he pauses, blinking. Then he starts laughing.

"I think we've broken it...." he giggles loopily.

[seasoflight]

"Gods..." Felih groans, eyes shut as he pants and trembles, feeling the immense heat inside him, all the seed Azwel has pumped into him over and over again. He feels like there's a small flood of it in him now, thick heat stimulating him from the inside, and he's quivering and unable to stop the way his body twitches around the cock inside him.

"Nn...?" he manages to turn his head to look at the machine when Azwel starts his giggling, and his eyes widen slightly as it slowly clicks in his head what has happened. "Wha- why are you so thrilled about this-? W-Wasn't that something invaluable?" he pants, startled by his lover's reaction.

[lovesuwithknives]

"I wouldn't say I'm thrilled," Azwel replies, his giggle fit dying down to the occasional amused sound. "It's hilarious, really. I've discovered the limit to what this machinery can handle, it seems!" He lays his head back down. "Not to worry, though, I can repair it. I suspect it's only a matter of replacing a few burned-out parts."

"Mmmm, which gives me a chance to rest, first." His eyes fall shut for a moment but soon they flick open again. "Though I really ought to untie you."

[seasoflight]

Felih is purring still, listening curiously, but then he nuzzles the tired mage and nips at his ear.

"I see... and, yes. I suppose you should," he murmurs. "You can show me how this machine works and how it ought to be fixed. I'm quite the avid researcher in the arcane arts... I may as well see if there's ways to make this sturdier."

"...after a bath, though."

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel gives a low chuckle. "And have you run away with the design specs? Why that would..." A beat as he comes to a realisation. "...start a fledgeling orgone-based economy, actually. Never mind, I think I like that idea." Competition breeds innovation, after all. And it isn't as though he'll starve if the income from those orbs dries up. Always provided Felih even does that. Speculate later, Azwel. For now, you need to get up off of him.

Slowly he pushes himself up onto his elbows, then onto his hands and knees. He shivers a little when the cold air hits his still-wet cock as he eases it out of Felih. Goodness, he's more than a bit tired, he notices as he slides off the table. In fact, his legs are so shaky that his knees almost buckle. He leans on the table for a moment until he can trust his own legs, then goes about unfastening the restraints.

Once he's done that, he makes his way round to the the orb's housing and carefully plucks it out. It's almost overloaded, hot to the touch and glowing with a painfully bright light. He places it on a workbench and drapes a thick cloth over it.

"Ah, that's better," he says softly.

[seasoflight]

Felih hums a little, before nipping at Azwel's ear. "Hardly. I wouldn't run off and risk someone stealing the information. You don't seem the cruel sort, but I am wary of what others may do with such new information and technology," he mumbles, before gasping softly and whining as his lover pulls out of him.

He shivers and feels the little flood of thick heat already leaking out from his folds, a blatantly obscene sight, and the sensation makes him bite his lip as he tries to keep himself quiet. His cheeks burn from it, feeling the seed flowing out of him, knowing he's been so thoroughly debauched and filled.

He only barely manages to keep an eye on Azwel as he removes the orb, watching the object carefully. "...will it be alright, like that?"

[lovesuwithknives]

It's a good job Azwel had undone those restraints before all this moving about, as he now collapses into a chair. Still nude. He frowns down at his own mutinous limbs.

He looks up when Felih speaks, then at the orb again. Takes a breath to speak. Stops. "I... honestly don't know. I've never overloaded one of these before."

After a moment he stands again and picks up a robe, wrapping it around himself and tying it. "Well, you're in luck--you'll get to see one of the things these orbs are used for," he says, grinning. He picks up another robe and offers it to Felih.

[seasoflight]

Felih rubs at his wrists a little to ease some of the ache from the restraints, before he shudders, still feeling more of the heat leaking out of him, running down his thighs as he stands, the white so easy to see on his skin. He's grateful for the robe, quick to put it on and cover himself, cheeks burning all the while.

"Alright, then," Felih murmurs, ears perking up despite himself. "I want to see just what it is these things can really do..." He still has some manner of doubt about them- and he's actually surprised to still feel rather... alright. He doesn't feel any negative side effects of this energy-harvesting, at least, which is a relief.

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel carefully picks up the orb, still wrapped in its cloth, and tucks it into his arm. Then he heads for the door, pulling it open and waiting for Felih to join him.

The corridor is dim and cool, and the scent of fresh air wafts in from... somewhere. Azwel walks down it at a leisurely pace, as though he's still feeling too lazy and content to expend a lot of energy.

"You know," he says conversationally, "I don't think I ever asked your name. How uncouth of me."

[seasoflight]

Felih follows along, tying the robe closed and ignoring the feeling of seed running down his thighs. The fresh air is a relief, and it makes him feel more at ease as he follows the scientist through the halls.

"Mm? Hah... my name is Felih," he murmurs, tail swishing back and forth as he keeps close, just a step behind and beside Azwel, watching him carefully with some lingering wariness. He can't be too careful, after all, but his fascination makes him want to stick around and learn about this new form of energy.

"But I suppose one might forget to ask their kidnapped lab subjects their names, I suppose," he teases idly, "Especially in the throes of ecstasy."

[lovesuwithknives]

"Felih," he repeats, smiling. "Well, I just may need a name to shout out if we do this again, and I hope we do," he says shamelessly, with a flick of his eyebrows. This man would probably flirt in his sleep.

They walk for a short distance further until he stops at another door, pushing it open. The room itself is dimly lit, but Azwel pulls the cloth from the orb and places it in a frame that curves around it in a swirl of metal and crystal. The crystal glows, and the light travels down lines inset into the wall to the floor and then along other lines, branching out into the chamber. Every time the light reaches a node it causes another light to flicker and then glow, until the entire area is alight from countless nodes in the floor and walls.

This light reveals a beautifully-constructed array of metal cylinders, of glass and crystal, of a complex chain of gears meant to change the position of all these components--a massive telescope. There's a deep rumble as the ceiling opens up, showing them a slice of sky aflame with sunset.

Azwel leans casually against the doorframe, waiting to see what reaction Felih will have.

[seasoflight]

Felih feels his cheeks immediately burn at that flirtatious comment, and he huffs, glancing away and feeling his tail fluff up and quiver behind him.

"You're shameless," he mumbles in response, but he doesn't denounce the idea. He rather likes the idea of getting fucked properly like that some more, aching for release he very rarely got to experience in quantities close to sating him. But for now, he focuses more on the science.

He watches as the orb is put into place, before jumping slightly when the glowing lines begin to spread and glow until the entire chamber is alight with a web of energy streams. His awe shows on his face, eyes wide, pupils dilated, tail quivering behind him as he spins and watches how the energy spreads so quickly. And when the room's nature finally becomes apparent, he's speechless, stunned for a few moments before he steps hesitantly towards the telescope.

"This- Twelve, this is grander than even the Astrologicum's finest scopes-!" he starts to gush, tail still aquiver as he starts to dart about the room, examining every last piece of machinery he can get his paws on. "The size of this alone- and all these accessories- to aid in mapping? Ishgard would be fury-red with envy at the sight of this- and the energy source- how does it factor in?"