#aprilwritingchallenge

[monthlywritingchallenges]

1. Coffee Shop AU

2. Tattoo Artist AU

3. Royalty AU

4. Soulmate AU

5. Fake Dating AU

6. College / University AU

7. High School AU

8. Space Crew AU

9. Fantasy Quest AU

10. Pirate AU

11. Bodyguard AU

12. Time Travel AU

13. Rival Businesses AU

14. Apocalypse Survivors AU

15. Arranged Marriage AU

16. Secret Identity AU

17. Road Trip AU

18. Olympic Athletes AU

19. Roommates AU

20. Celebrity / Non-Celebrity AU

21. Small Town AU

22. Witch / Magic AU

23. Detective / Crime AU

24. Historical AU

25. Monster / Human AU

26. Childhood Friends AU

27. Band / Musician AU

28. Lost in Another World AU

29. One Bed AU

30. Florist AU

Thanks @andienight for the idea!

Have fun writers 🫶

[starsfic]

15. Arranged Marriage AU- Dragonfruit

The marriage had been a demand that had been sudden and quick, based on one fact.

Red Son had created the Samadhi fire that had ultimately killed Ao Lie. To make up for this fact, the granddaughter of Ao Lie, the new holder of the Samadhi fire, would be his bride.

His parents had agreed, for some reason.

It all led to this moment- not the wedding, but the first time he would meet his bride.

Red Son sat at the table and tried to remember how to breathe. He felt a pinch in his side. He took the hint and straightened up. The door opened up as he lowered his shoulders.

Ao Jun entered. The dragon king eyed him and his parents. He could practically read his mind, based on the annoyance that creased around his eyes and the way his tail flicked. He thought that they were too low for his granddaughter. Still, he didn't say a word, instead settling in the seat across from his father.

Two other people, a man and woman, most likely the bride's parents, entered. They settled in two seats, leaving a spot in front of him.

And then she entered.

She was… pretty, he supposed. Like her kin, emerald green scales lined her cheekbones and eyes. Her eyes were sharp and bright, gleaming emerald green like her scales and the dress she wore. (He tried to ignore the dark purple that lined her dress, practically screaming about the power, his power, that resided in her.) Her dark curls were pulled up to reveal her elegant face.

Unlike the rest of her kin, she didn't look annoyed when she met his eyes.

Instead, she cocked her head, like a puppy that saw something interesting. A small smile crossed her face.

He didn't smile back. He refused to. This whole thing was ridiculous.

For some reason, that made her smile grow bigger as she sat down.

"Your Majesties," the woman said, pressing a hand to the bride's shoulder. "This is my daughter, Long Xiaojiao."

His mother hummed. "This is my son, Demon Bull Prince Red Son." She glanced at him, and he stiffened.

Did… did he need to say something? "It…is an honor," he managed out, without throwing up. "To meet you, Princess Long Xiaojiao." He offered a polite bow of his head.

She did not do the same. Instead, her grin grew wider. "Likewise, Red Boy!"

"…we're not going to last until the wedding."

[writerjaylong]

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[starsfic]

Day 5. Fake Dating AU & Alt 8: Coworkers/Office- Buttonblossom

"I need your help to convince my dad to divorce my mom."

"…What?"

Ragatha looked angrier than Pomni had ever seen her before. Usually, her redhead coworker was a bundle of sometimes too cheerful energy, trying to make everyone happy and hit her sales goals. She had seen her frown, but that was just when Jax was too much of an asshole.

She had never seen her frown like that.

She frowned, as if torn between anger and fear. Her good eye twitched, and she gripped her phone as if she was about to break it. Pomni swore she saw a crack form.

Ragatha didn't say anything at first. Instead, she set her definitely cracked phone down, straightened up, and took in a deep breath. She held it and then let it out. She looked a little bit calmer when she opened her eyes, but her anger was still there. It now just looked more determined.

"…I need your help to convince my dad to divorce my mom," Ragatha repeated. "It's their fortieth wedding anniversary this weekend."

Pomni nodded. She knew about Ragatha's mom- at least, the few details she was willing to share, and a few nasty phone calls she had overheard. She knew the woman was a demon incarnate, who dug deep into her friend's confidence and self. She had never really heard about her dad. Honestly, she thought he was dead. "How?"

"I want you to be my fake girlfriend. I want us to put on a show of a healthy relationship, enough to make my family really think about it," Ragatha said. "If my father doesn't think about it, the rest of the family surely would."

Pomni considered the idea. "Does your mom know that you're gay?"

"No, and it'll make things easier." Ragatha's frown grew deeper. "But she might lash out at you and I don't want you to go through-"

"I'll do it."

"You will?"

Pomni took her hand. "Let's be the best fake girlfriends for your family."

[starsfic]

AuPril/AU-Pril 2. Tattoo Artist AU- Zoerumi

Becoming a tattoo artist was not on little kid Zoey's list of future careers.

It certainly wasn't what her mom had planned for her career, based on her reaction to the news that Zoey was starting an apprenticeship. Apparently, she expected her to become a musician, based on the lyrics and raps she wrote throughout high school, or something less… inappropriate. (Her mom's word, not hers.)

And yet, here Zoey was, starting her own store.

It was still rather small, in a poorer area of the city, but it was hers. She had a few customers come in and be happy with her work. She was happy.

And then Ryu Rumi walked into her store.

Zoey had been busy working on a client. She looked up to tell the customer that she would be out in a few minutes, but her call died in her throat. Instead, there was a "RUMI?!" and her needle nearly swiped across the customer's back.

"Ah! No, I-" Ryo Rumi, the second generation of the Sunlight Sisters, the duo act with Mira, stared as though Zoey had tried to set her on fire. She had a hood pulled over her iconic hair, but she could recognize those eyes.

Oh, wait.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm working with a client right now, but I'm almost done!" Zoey slammed her gaze down, trying not to scream. Thankfully, the customer had earbuds in. It would have been so much worse.

She finished faster than she expected, even with explaining the care and management and paying, and then she turned to her waiting area. For some reason, Rumi hadn't run out at being called out. She stared at her.

"Hi," she said, trying to not to stare at her like she did the poster she had of her on her wall. "I'm Zoey! Did you come for a tattoo?"

"I was hoping for a consultation, actually," Rumi admitted. "I need help with something."

Okay, it wasn't her first consultation, but something about the last sentence felt weird. "Something?"

"I- it's just-" Rumi groaned. "Maybe it's better if I just show you."

"Show me? Wha-" Her face flared with heat as Rumi grabbed the hem of her shirt. Instead of doing the normal, appropriate thing of looking away or at least covering her eyes, Zoey found herself watching, staring as Rumi pulled off her shirt. She barely had a thought of being glad that her windows were tinted.

The first thing she thought was holy shit Rumi is fine. Which was honestly not a surprise. It was sort of a fact that she and Mira were both massive snacks.

The second thing was what are those?

"Can you see them?" Rumi asked.

"Uh, yeah, I can-" Zoey stood and grabbed Rumi's wrist, pulling her closer to examine the strange purple marks across her upper arms, which reached towards her shoulders and swirled towards her collarbone. They resembled the cracks in a desert or the shards of a broken mirror, strangely beautiful. "What are these?"

"…a type of birthmark. I want them hidden."

"Why?" It came out before she could stop it. "They're beautiful."

Rumi blinked. She opened her mouth. She closed it. Her eyes darted back and forth. After a moment, she spoke, her voice strangely frail. "…they are?"

"Yeah, but-" Zoey stepped back and released Rumi. "But, it's your body! I mean, I'm just- it's your body!" She summoned her sketchpad off the front desk. "Do you have any ideas? Does it need to be easily hidden?" She had so many ideas…

Except, her mind kept wandering back to those purple marks, stretching across Rumi's skin, as if they were cracks in the mask of the perfect idol.

One good hit, and that mask would shatter.

[starsfic]

Witch/Magic AU, Lord Hater & Wander

Low, evil cackles bounced off the walls of the small room, almost drowning out the gentle plink of rain. The smell of rosemary and Axe body spray hung thick in the room; several bundles of dry herbs were concerningly close to candles that made the electric guitar in the corner shine. In the center of the room, the witch cackling pulled the chalk away.

"Finally," he said as he pulled out the ancient spellbook. "Finally, I will have all the power to take over this world and finally become Lord Hater, interplanetary conqueror!" As if he had ordered it so, lightning flashed outside. "And then I'll be able to show that idiot Emperor Awesome and sweet Dominator who's the greatest in the galaxy!"

All he needed to do was summon his familiar from the depths of hell! And then! Ohhh, and then-

He shook his head away. He was wasting time!

He flipped open the spellbook and checked the page before he cleared his throat.

He began to recite the spell, each word aching with power. Peepers had insisted that he practice, just to make sure everything went right, and for once he couldn't help but agree. With each word correct, he could feel the power grow more and more in the summoning circle.

Around him, green sparks snapped and zapped. He felt a grin form as he leaned into it, his voice becoming stronger and more confident. He could feel it! He could feel his new power arriving, already!

The summoning circle glowed, brighter and brighter-

And then the spell ended with a bright flash.

Hater yelped, dropping his spellbook to cover his eyes.

He pulled them away when it seemed the glow had died down. Sparks of green lingered in his vision. Smoke was drifting around the room. However, he could see a figure, kneeling in the center.

He grinned. It had worked! It had really worked-!

The smoke and the scent of Axe cleared with a pleasant floral aroma. Somehow, the sun broke through the thunderstorm, even though it was midnight. Somewhere, a banjo was playing.

And the furry, adorable creature beamed.

"Oh, what a beautiful day~!"

[monthlywritingchallenges]

Writers!

Some prompt ideas or theme requests for April?

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