one way to defeat the villain? seduce him before he becomes one

“Have I mentioned how much I hate you two? Cause trust me, I do.”

“Of course you hate us, Matthias,” Nenet drawled, looking up from the map she’d been pouring over with a raised eyebrow and a half mocking, half amused smile on her face. “That’s why you’re in my bed wearing Morgan’s shirt.”

“I’m only wearing his because you’re wearing mine!”

“Of course you are,” her voice was mildly disbelieving but mostly amused. She pulled one of her legs up to her chest, resting her foot on the seat of the chair, and smiled. “Besides, don’t you think it looks better on me?” more than a little flesh had been revealed by her movements.

Gritting his teeth, the man turned his head to the side in a poor attempt to hide his burning face. “I think that you should stop behaving in such a…such a vulgar manner!”

“Aw, so prim and proper aren’t you, Matty?” Nenet cooed, laughing at the man’s muttered curses.

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as a teenager and maybe a little further

She realised her father didnt love her as much he did her sister the day she turned 13.

It always been about Noelle, she mused, watching him hug her older twin sister. Noelle, the straight A student. Noelle, the absolute sweetheart. Noelle, his perfect daughter.

Wasn’t that funny, she thought, that depite marrying a creative woman named Aspen and having a creative daughter, he adored the logical one of his children. 

Chana knew Sebastian loved Aspen, it would be impossible to say otherwise, but she didn’t think he loved her as much.

In fact, she knew he didn’t.

Chana started wearing brown contacts the day after she turned 14.

She was the only one with black hair and blue eyes like her father and she hated it. 

Sebastian hated it but who cared what he thought. It wasn’t coming out of his money.

Maven had taken one look and accepted it. But that was Maven for you.

Maven and she bought a box of hair dye and sequestered themselves in Maven’s bathroom. 

They didn’t come out until every lock on her head was a dark blue colour.

Oh, how the air went thick with anger when her parents saw it. Chana was grounded but she didn’t care. She just laughed.

That was her first open act of teenage rebellion.

It only got worst from there.

“Why did I let you talk me into this?”

Chana looked at her sister out of the corner of her eye for a moment before tossing her head back with a laugh. “If I recall correctly, my nerdy sister dear, you wanted to prove that you weren’t a scaredy cat.”

“Only because you provoked me,” then, after a few moments, “and don’t call me a nerd!” was added.

“Isn’t that what you are, though?” Maven chipped in with her two cents.

“Screw you.”

“You couldn’t land me even if you tried, darling,” Maven retorted with a toss of her head, pointedly ignoring her best friend’s hysterical laughter.

“She’d have to be Cassandra Goth to do that,” Chana managed to get out through her laughter.

“Chana, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, mom?” the girl finished tying her newly purple hair into pigtails and faced her mother.

“Well, you know how your father and I were talking about having another child a few months ago?”

“Yeah…” Chana thought she knew where this was going.

“I’m pregnant,” Aspen said, patting her stomach meaningfully with a smile on her face.

“Congratulations, mom!” Chana got up from the bar stool and hugged her.

“Thank you, dear.”

“I dont think dad likes me that much, “ Vera, her sweet little sister revealed to her one night when they were both down in the basement.

“I think he feels the same about me to be honest, kiddo,” Chana rested her head on the palm of her hand.

“I mean, I love him. But…”

“Yeah, I feel you.”

Now, despite her attitude most of the time, Chana didn’t hate her sister. Not that much at least. 

That changed when she saw Noelle making out with her girlfriend.

What followed were two fights in quick succession, a telling off from her father and a break up with her girlfriend.

“We’re adults now,” Maven said, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

“And you’re dating Jace Bell. That’s something I would never have thought possible.”

“Don’t remind me…”

“Hey, Chana?” 

The girl turned around in her swivel chair to face her now teenaged little sister. “Yeah, kiddo?”

“Can I tell you something?” Vera asked, walking in and perching on the edge of the bed.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so you know how I had a crush on Lucas when I was a kid and he returned it and we were best friends but we also hugged a lot more than normal best friends? Well…he asked me over to his house and I didn’t expect anything but then he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“What did you say?”

“I…I said yes,” Vera admitted.

“Good for you, kiddo! I hope your love life is more stable than mine.”

Chana sighed, looking around at the many cardboard boxes that filled the apartment. 

It wasn’t that big but it was hers. Hers to decorate, hers to live in.

She sank to the floor and smiled. 

Things were looking up.

A very disjointed story, featuring the main events of Chana’s life so far.

@writer-grandma, idk but I think it’s okay???

we need to tell

He lets red drip from his nose, two streaks of blood that cross his lips and run down his chin, staining his tanned skin with a red hue.

“We have something to say here that we need to tell.”

She laughs like she’s choking on broken glass and yet finds amusement in the absurdity of the situation. Blood leaks out from the corners of her mouth and drips down to stain her white shirt.

“We’re all dying here, can’t you tell?”

He closes his eyes and lets his blood carve two red paths down his cheeks to disappear against the black of his coat.

“There’s a story here that we need to tell.”

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