#subverting tropes

“Hey, now that we finished saving the world, do you want to go on a da-”

*Narrows eyes* “Don’t even think about it.”

“Yeah okay, you’re right. I don’t even know why I-like, we’ve had zero buildup throughout the story. Hooking up at the last second would just be weird and make no sense.”

caffeinewitchcraft:

writing-prompt-s:

You are the Chosen One. The Dark Overlord is currently trying to seduce you to their cause. To their great surprise, you accept almost immediately because you absolutely loathe your job and your companions.

This isn’t supposed to be your life.

The sky is cracking open above you, dark clouds swirling with sickly miasma. The air is thick and hard to breath. You can just barely hear your own gasping breath over the shrieks and cackles of the demons pushing you and your companions closer and closer to the deadly cliff behind. Your blood is racing in your veins, hot and painful. The skin on your palms is blistered and cracked from how long you’ve been holding your sword. Your body has long since stopped screaming at you.

It is not a good sign.

“We have to trust the dragons will catch us,” Melody says. You can hear the pain in her voice and you can feelhow low her mana reserves are. The push and pull of her sun-like aura is more like a dull throb beside you. “We have to jump.”

“Not yet,” James says through gritted teeth. He’s faring better than you and Melody. His wolf-like transformation gives him stamina and strength you can only dream of, but that doesn’t mean he’s doing well. “Give them more time. Wait.”

Melody hisses as the sea of demons pulses towards them again. “If we wait, we die.”

“If we fall we die,” James snaps back. “It’s an order. Wait.”

You know all about orders. Neither of them looks at you or asks for your opinion in the face of death. Why would they? It’s not yourworld at stake here.

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