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

LAB FUNTIMES

[seasoflight]

Felih is... dizzy, when he comes to. He's light-headed, and aware that he's lying on something cushioned... a bed? But he didn't remember getting to the inn...

It's when he tries to move that he realizes he's bound, and his eyes open as his hands jerk, suddenly alarmed and trying to free himself- but regardless of how he squirms and fusses, he can't free himself from the bindings on him.

"What... what is this?" he asks, finding himself completely bared and exposed. Every last inch of dark skin, the soft trails of red downy fur, the soft length of his barbed cock resting atop the plump and impressive swell of his balls, which in turn hides the sensitive folds between his legs. "Seven hells...!" he hisses quietly, looking around, tail lashing and bristling in his confusion as he looks about.

These machines- this table! Where is this...?

Nothing says fun like trauma and experimentation!

[goldenglasses]

Vash was hardly aware what was happening. Suddenly pounced on by the LIES staff on his way to work. He didn't understand he hadn't missed his quota.

They put a collar around his neck. Damping and keeping him from using some of his abilities, but not damping all of his powers. His head is pounding and he can only pick up bits and pieces of the conversation and where they're dragging him off to. Something about... needing samples and further studies... his Plant abilities.

"No..." He mutters weakly and starts to struggle against the strong hands holding him still. Awareness starting to slowly come back. Fear slowly sinking in.

Luckily the staff knew a scientist who could get the job they wanted done. A little tweaking of the man's mind was all that was needed to get him to agree. Of course they hadn't exactly mentioned who the test subject would be until they dragged him in.

"Where do you want Subject 01-V?" They would help to secure Vash and then they'd trust Azwel to properly do his job. "Quick. He's starting to come around."

AU vampire/Domestic fluff

[nightroadsaint]

Lady Abel was a traveling nurse. She left nursing school to travel for vacation. She is always on the go, traveling through the rural countryside going from village to village by train to see the sights and sounds of each city that she visits.

A bright-eyed young woman in her mid-twenties, a slender figure with gentle curves, tall, bespectacled, and braided her long silver hair neatly in plaits all tied with black ribbons. When the train came to the city where Azwel lives, Abel checked into the hotel and went hiking and strolling through the countryside of the village while taking pictures of the surrounding farms and the farm animals grazing on the hillside while keeping a journal of her travels.

She only noticed the castle, when she comes close to the property but was told by the locals it was abandoned though recently a wealthy if not eccentric man moved in. She took a picture of the castle and never thought about it, thinking the castle is old and gothic looking like the castles she has seen in medieval movies. She explored the surrounding property where she noticed the courtyard and garden and then took pictures of the flowers, especially a briar rose bush with roses so red, though she would like to get closer to take a better picture.

Though she thinks the castle does look empty judging by the dark windows. When the sun is setting and becomes orange, becoming night, that was her cue to leave the castle grounds to return back to her room at the hotel.

However, she didn't leave right away, as she plays with a few of the cats that wandered around on the property, meowing at Abel curiosity.

Sex Slave vampire?

[singinghuntress]

That night the auctions had a very special item for sale that drew in quite the varied crowd to the slave auctions. Tonight, they were selling something rare and dangerous to anyone that dared to take the risk..

They had a young female vampire for sale. The fact that they were able to capture such a rare and vicious beauty was enough to fill the auction house to overflowing. Rip hated it. She was paraded on stage, naked and bound in heavy silver chains and gagged. There were angry red welts where the sliver touched her but, that did little to distract people from her pale ethereal beauty under the spotlight. Even her long raven hair seemed to be other worldly under the light.

As the bidding started, she struggled against her chains, trying to get free...

And before she realized it, the bidding had closed with the auctioneer declaring her sold to some Lord. Rip froze as she was carried off and deposited in the holding cells, waiting for pick up by her new Master..

Whoever just bought her would have their hands full with Rip.

Sex slave/Girl Genius AU

[vlad_the_impaler]

Vlad travels all over Europe and the world in search for knowledge, any knowledge from science to the occult that caught his intellectual interests. Enlightenment is his quest. His usual method of travel is either on foot or by train or by sea. Whatever suit his wanderlust fancy, he becomes a true wanderer among mankind after he left his castle behind for his journey after being a hermit shut-in for years.

He is dressed casually like a gentleman. Top-hat, classy suit, a cravet, gloves, and holding a cane in one hand while blending in with the humans. Followed after him is a pair of his faithful familiar hunting hounds, Baskerville and Cerebus to accompany him for his travels.

One evening, in a remote village where the lawless roam free, where he was staying in an inn closeby, there was an open slave auction. Slavery still exists in illegal rings to this day and humans are being sold as merchandise in the market for domestic servitude or even sex slaves.

The bidding started as the seller was yelling out the prices for the slaves on the stage. Most of them wear thread-bare clothes, in iron chained shackles around the neck, ankles, and wrists and thin from not being fed properly during their captivity. Nothing unusual, it was only business. Vlad was about to take his leave from the square and hit the market to get meat for his hounds to eat.

The only thing that caught his eye about her is her beauty and her eyes. She was described as a clever scientist and alchemist, but for what crime she committed, it won't be disclosed other than slavery and domestic severity is her sentence to pay back a debt to society.

The moment their eyes met, though Vlad wears a pair of sunglasses, the color of sunset to hide to his red eyes, Vlad made a decision. He spoke to the seller, paid for the price in full, and the alchemist beauty was handed over to the dark gentleman after he sign the papers to confirm the deed that Azwel is indeed Vlad's legal property.

"Hello." He spoke gently, his voice is deep and baritone with a heavy accent. "What is your name?"

Because Vash always needed a giant kitty, right?

[lovesuwithknives]

Night on a desert planet is very cold. There's nothing around to trap heat. Usually that's not much of a concern for most folks, even the occasional pet people who end up there. If nothing else, they have plenty of fur to keep them warm.

It doesn't seem to be doing this fellow any good, though. As fluffy as he is, he's still shivering, slowly making his way down the street. His arms and even his tail are wrapped around himself and his ears are pushed down low into his hair. He's even wearing warm clothing, but is still shivering. In this manner he shuffles down the street, slower and slower, until he stops. Leans against a wall. Stays there, panting slightly.

When he hears someone coming he looks up with large, bleary golden eyes. Oh. He should ask this man for help. He should say something. He takes a breath.

No sound comes out and, furthermore, he can feel his legs buckling. Well, isn't this embarrassing....

you know what, sex slave [a] because fuck it

[whatsina_name]

Well this is... weird. Phillip glances around his new 'home' (assuming he'll ever even get to see this part of the house again) as he follows Azwel in. He's been in more homes of the well to do than he would like, and while he's very used to seeing bizarre levels of finery... alchemy is a new one.

Suddenly, he's really hope sex is the only thing Azwel bought him for.

He's quiet for the moment (though Azwel probably knows that's not standard for him; he was very mouthy at the stand), just taking it all in and trying to piece together as much about his new 'master' as possible from his home. ...Though given how much the man talks, he might not need to use those tactics to figure him out.

[wildphase]

Felicity doesn't really have a problem with the marriage. She's always known she was going to be expected to marry for status and money and not for love. She's the oldest daughter in a wealthy family with important connections that span centuries, the kind of power and influence that doesn't always come with land and titles, but gets spoken of by those who have both. She's grown up pawn and player both and at least her father's choice for her isn't repulsive.

But what he is, if she's honest, is too unpredictably attentive. She'd always presumed that she would marry some brutish man who would want to fuck her for some combination of pleasure and heirs and had, in preparation, become adept at conjuring the former and studiously preventing the latter, but who would mostly not care for her otherwise.

Azwell is... none of those things, really. Certainly, he seems to appreciate her sexual education well enough, and she has no complaints in that department of him but he's unpredictable. When he's working on something, she can spend days alone on end, tending to her own affairs, but when he decides he's done down in his laboratory, he actually cares about her, what she's doing, where she's going or who she's with. If it were just controlling, she could work around it, but he seems to really care and she's not totally heartless. She doesn't want to be shrewish to someone who's actually kind to her. But he needs a distraction, something to keep his attention when he comes up for air that will keep him if not disinterested in her, at least splitting his attention.

And it just so happens that she has a dear little brother who also just so happens to have a penchant for the alchemical and magical and who also has just gotten into some kind of scandal back at his fancy pants wizard school or whatever it was that he was doing.

"My brother's been expelled from University," she says over dinner one of the evenings where Azwel has come up from the laboratory, "I was thinking he could come and stay with us for a while while Mother and Father sort things out with the Dean." She's not really asking, though she does keep her tone mild enough. She'll give him a chance to agree on his own before she bargains for it.

"I think you might like him," she's betting he'll more than like him, "He's been studying magic."

Carden knows what she's like, knows that there will be some kind of scheme, if she's sending word that he can come stay, but surely it's a choice he'd make over going home to his parents. Azwel is, as usual, the unpredictable card on the table.

Carden's post-Duplicity hunt

[lovesuwithknives]

It will not at all be difficult to find Azwel--just head in the direction of the giant swirling... thing of blue and red and purple light. It's on the corner of First and... you know what, you'll see it.

Getting there will be interesting, seeing as one will have to avoid not only the people shuffling about like zombies and leaking light from every orifice and killing everything that crosses their path but also the crazies in the anachronistic-looking uniforms who are hunting down either Azwel or someone called 'The Conduit.'

Fights break out. A lot. It gets to the point where one could assume it's just how people say hello in this world.

Eventually, once the huge dimensional singularity is reached, it's also very easy to find Azwel. Tracking Palindrome's aetheric signature is like tracking down a rock concert. And even without being able to do that, it's where the knock-down drag-out fight is occurring against some woman in armour who would be unremarkable save for the stonking huge blue sword she's wielding. Yes, that blue sword.

Experiments!

[kuroi_taiyo]

The time of constant wars being waged, with big explosive battles, had eased. Now people were turning towards magic and scientific advancements and innovations to keep up with the rest of the world. While the Kou kingdom had their specialties, they were largely a war nation before this shift in the narrative. So, they sought out those considered geniuses in fields rarely ventured into, or more difficult to keep control over.

They discovered Azwel, wanting to ways to extract energy, and they had someone who technically could have access to infinite energy. It might not be necessary, but it could lead to interesting discoveries. That, and their magi was more suited to war, as they had raised him, and he wasn't doing much for their benefit these days. And to keep from being too dangerous, the wand he used to utilize any magic was locked up while in shipment. As long as he didn't have a foci, there wasn't much he could actively do.

So he was sent over, already set to sleep long enough for the transport and whatever preparations needed to be made on Azwel's part. All they wanted back was any unique discoveries, if any, and occasionally being sent a portion of whatever energy was collected. In fact, they've given a little tool for the man to have some options; A collar that could change the wearer's body to a different form, opposite to what their original sex was. Something to keep, just as a bonus. Especially when they knew that Judar could a handful, having not known he was being sent off for new purposes.

Axwel would have plenty of time to set him up, too. The sleeping spell they put him under lasted for quite a while, and it's easy to see when he's about to awaken as the magi stretches and shifts around quite a bit before even starting to stir.

How much is that Az in the window?

[kuroi_taiyo]

It's not that people were getting fed up with Judar visiting and hanging out with them all the time that he was at this particular establishment. They didn't tell him to find something else to keep him busy. The people he grew up with definitely didn't say that if he was so lonely, he should just get a pet or something. Only to immediately retract that statement because it'd imply having more responsibility than Judar's ever shown.

What really happened is that everyone else was busying themselves with boring things, like academics, new careers, politics or something, and he didn't know what to do these days. He didn't have anything particular in mind, but walking around put him outside this pet shop. So, sure, why not? If anything, he'll kill some time browsing around.

Which would definitely take a while, as he started on the side with the rabbits and such, which he was ready to pass on immediately. He's heard about them being pretty frail. Both the birds and dogs were too loud for his liking, wanting attention or to just... Give him a headache really. One that he was shaking off, letting the long braid sway around with the motion, while going into the cat area. He was already thinking it would be easier to get an adult cat anyway, so Judar was already going slower around displays like Azwel's compared to one of the kittens.

Sex Cult with a twist

[whatsina_name]

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the boy chosen to be the 'sacrifice' is a bit nervous about the whole thing. He's been selected for a number of qualities, in hopes that they will resonant with the god the cultists wish to call on, to allow for a proper attunement with a mortal host that will last past the course of the ritual.

'Curiosity' is one of these qualities, and perhaps the one that keeps him from running.

The theory is perfect; provided they've chosen the right host, that the things they think they know about the god are true, it is almost guaranteed to work. Or to blow up in a spectacular fashion. Those are pretty much the two options, given who is leading them tonight. In either case, the boy steps forward when beckoned, drawn into the middle of the circle.