#I was thinking of reading Peering Through Windows again but that one’s seriously depraved and I’m not in a medical horror mood

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I’m gonna read Behind The Wall again maybe I’ll actually write if I read

[lillaxtrigger]

Young Hope: Chapter 40

The afternoon sun beats down upon the planes of suburbia just outside of Townsville; some of its warming light beaming straight through the window of a residence and cast upon the bottom half of a blue haired woman, who stands atop a step stool as she reaches up to her kitchen ceiling fan. Carefully does she continue to unscrew the fan’s frame keeping it atop the kitchen, each screw she twists out dropping down into the palm of her hand; one of them winds up slipping out from her grasp and falling to the tile floor. As she peers down to the screw that had just dropped, the woman is left astonished when finding a lone limb of pure black slither through the air underneath; the shock alone upsetting her balance and causing her to fall right off the stool and onto the floor. Amidst shaking off the short fall does the blue haired woman then watch’s the slithering limb split apart into two; one part reaching over to the fridge while the other heads up to the cabinet beside. From within the fridge does one strand pull out the jug of whole milk while the other takes out a tall glass out from the cabinet; pouring the milk right up near the rim of the glass before neatly putting the galleon right back inside before slithering back through the kitchen with glass in hand.

With a short breath escaping from her lips does the woman’s daughter race right on into the kitchen; giving the woman a hand as she asks:

“Mom! You alright?”

“Yeah Mally. Just got a little spooked by Roy’s new arm is all.” the mother explains as she’s pulled back onto her feet. “Oh yeah. It’s taking me a little bit longer to get used to too.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m so glad for Roy getting a brand new arm to replace the old one he lost several months back, but the way you described how it just came bursting out from his arm socket still has me concerned. Have you at least talked to him about it yet?” “I’ve been giving him some time to enjoy having both arms again before spoiling the fun. It’s been only a week now since we got back home.”

“Well when do you think it might be time to let the party train grind to a halt to check the cargo its got in the back?” “I think I might just start.” the orange girl answers before strolling off towards the hall.

Waltzing right through their hallway does Mally head towards the slightly cracked open door set along the very end of the hall; the roller bladder slowly pushing the door open and letting the hallway light seep into the darkened room. “Roy...You in here?” she says out tot he dark, baiting nothing but silence. Among peering through the dark recesses do a pair of violet glowing eyes emerge from the void; the silhouette they belong to lumbering closer as they stare upon the young lady. Finally pushing the bedroom wide open does the hallway light flood through the room and reveal the purple angel himself standing before the girl; Roy looking to her with a calming smile and uttering:

“Hey there.”

As the merc starts to drink the glass of milk held in his arm of pure black, the orange lass slowly steps into his bedroom as she asks:

“Hey Roy...So uh, h-how have ya been feeling this past week with your new arm?”

“Holy shit. It’s been so fucking great. I didn’t think I’d miss having both arms this badly. Plus with all that my new arm is capable off, I’m finding new ways to put it to use that his old limb could only gestural feint over; some uses far more pleasurable than before.”

“Yeah, I get it. You can have sex with people using your arm. What I’m really asking here is if you’ve felt even the slightest bit off since it came bursting out yer side? Any odd or upsetting thoughts going through your head...like more depraving than usual?” Mally retells. “Eh...outside of wondering if a dead body could be stuffed inconspicuously inside a recliner for about a week without no one noticing, haven’t really had much like that on the mind.” “Any physical pain or altercations?”

“Hmm...Nope.”

“Really?...Take your hoodie off then.”

“Whoa, whoa, Mal. I know were not blood related. But I still see you as a little sister so that’d be pretty damn wro-”

“Just take it off!”

“Alright, fine. Jesus.” the merc complies with, starting to slip off his treasure purple hood.

Upon finally beholding her brother’s bare chest do the skater’s eyes widen as her pupils shrink, nearly falling over as she screams out through the house:

“Holy shit!”

“Mally! What did I say about cussing in the hou- Oh my god!” the mom comes over to scold, though left just as taken aback when beholding the same sight as her daughter. Both of them are left horrified when discovering numerous black veins that run right across the purple merc’s bare chest like an encroaching infection and covering his upper body; Roy left wondering to both of them:

“The hell are you girl’s screaming about?” “You can’t be serious.” Mally utters.

“Honey, have you checked yourself in the mirror lately?” the mom questions with quiet worry. “Oh, you mean all these going through my bod. Pretty damn cool, right?”

“No!” the blue haired mother blurts out.

“I-is-is that-I Iiis all that even hurting you, making you bleed out or something!” Mally asks. “Chill, alright. I’ve never felt better. All this is just fine.”

“It’s pulsating veins are literally rooting through your body!” the mom adds.

“Oh my god. I seriously can’t believe you two. I finally gotten a break after all the messed up bull I gone through and your practically demonizing the prize I won at the end. Can’t you people be happy that I got an arm again, one that’s better than the old one?” Roy complains. “Roy, were not worried about you having a new arm. We’re worried about what it’s doing to you.” the mom specifies. “How do you two know it ain’t doing anything bad, maybe all this black veins going through my bod is improving me like nanomachines making him stronger; like that one guy in Metal Gear Rising. What was his name again? How the hell am I forgetting his name?” “We need to see a doctor about this.” the mom claims. “Mom, what would a doctor even start to make of this? I doubt they could give a feasible diagnosis over something this outlandishly dark appendage that came spurting out.” her daughter mentions. “What else can we do about it?” the blue haired woman questions back. ‘Uh...Alex said that this thing was made up of the same stuff he was. But that really doesn’t say much. Roy, you got his number right? Think giving him a call might be best on the table.” the skater comes to. “Already tried. Every call just goes to voice mail. Can’t sense him anywhere in Town either. Fact, he’s been off the grid since we got back. Hope the little gremlin hasn’t gotten into anything serious.”

“Right, fine. With that option out, we’ll just have to stop by a couple friends to see if they can help. But who to see first?” the skater wonders aloud. The merc suddenly snaps his fingers as he flashes a smile, stating how:

“Senator Armstrong! That’s what his name was.”

The very first stop that both Roy and Mally take under this investigation is with the potion witch herself, Serena; who they meet in the Townsville Library. More specifically within the recently uncovered underbelly of the library filled with enchanting books and mystical tomes. Sliding her finely polished nail across the wall of ancient hardback, the witch pulls out a lone book straight from the shelves; all the while telling the two behind her how:

“I seriously can’t thank you two enough for discovering this incredible collection hidden away underneath the library. All the new potion recipes that I’ve gotten from their pages have been one hot seller after another since you two dug it up.” “Ain’t no big deal. Really we just stumbled onto this by complete accident. I just hope the clean up crew removed all the trap set up in here.” the orange skater responds. Right on that mark do they all then here the sound of a magical explosion go off along the side; all of them peeking right over to find  one of the library goers having his lower torso replaced with that of a spider, all while scream out in an utter panic. “Ah! Ah! Oh god! Why!?” the poor bastard shouts as a batch of silk spews out from his fresh new abdomen.

“So...What’s this little book stop gotta do with what came bursting out my side?” Roy get back on track with. “During one of my little glazes through this uncovered library, I stumbled across a tome of Mythological Chinese stories. One of them kinda reminds me of your arm in a strange way.”

“Where’s that.” Mally questions. “Think I last saw that Tome along the very back of the right side of the library. It might be the one sitting in the middle of the shelf.” “Kay, gimme a sec here.” the purple merc tells them, casting forth his arm of pitch black out beyond the railing and right across the outlook; stretching straight out to the other side. Slithering through sections does the arm slide past several other library goers, each one of them left astonished as the limb moves past. Skimming along the spines of every single book on the shelf does the merc finally pull out one in particular labeled as “The mythical fables of the ancient east” and withdraws the tome back to his side. “This it?” “Yep. The very same one.” the potion witch confirms. “You know what that story you mentioned says?” Mally asks. “Mm. I’ve olny read about a paragraph or two while on my recipe hunt.”

“That case. Guess we better just crack this thing open and feast on the festering brain food dwelling inside.” the merc goes. “Roy, dial it down for god sake.” his sister tells him as they both head over towards a desk.

Slapping the old book right onto the ancient stone library desk do the two of them get started in the table of context as Serena tells them that:

“Alright you two. I’ll be looking through more of the shelves if you need me.” “Careful of tripwires along the floor.” Mally warns her with as they part. Cracking the tome right open, the two of them immediately begin their search through the table of contents; reading out the titles of numerous legends such as: “The Oni and the flowerpot” “The natural Maiden of white snow” “The myth of the True eye Hawk bow” “The meeting of the Nord and the Imperial Lord”. “Ah...Oh, here might be something, “The tale of the Samurai and the black demon.” the orange young lady grabs her brother’s attention with.

“Long ago in an ancient land, a great and powerful mass of black had descended from the heavens and arose as a powerful shape shifting master of darkness; determined to dominate the land of China and all who dwell within with unspeakable evil power unmatched. Before the mystical land could be swallowed by such unrelenting darkness, the land’s lord sent away his only son and the one katana of evil’s bane out from their homeland so that his heir would escape to one day defeat this powerful and liberate his homeland. Through out every corner of the globe has this young heir hone his skills with many masters as his guide; his abilities and way of the blade growing alongside his age throughout the many years.

After a long 15 years of grueling training, the boy, now a fully fledged samurai, was ready to return home; determined to free his people from the monstrous evil that had scarred the land of the east. Among his return upon a horse of white; the powerful demon stared down upon the Samurai as he had stepped forth to appose him; the monster burning eyes staring down upon the Samurai as he unsheathed the blade of evil’s bane. The battle for not just the Samurai’s homeland, but for the world over had finally begun its finale.

Long and harrowing was their fight, the demon assuming many forms in opposition to the Samurai; who with fleet foot, tore through the monster’s very form that no other mortal could. No matter what form the demon had taken, no matter what trickery or power it had fought back with, the monster of darkness could not stand against the holy weapon of the Samurai; the katana slicing off piece after piece of the demon’s body. In the final moments of the grueling battle did the demon lay helpless before the Samurai; it body scattering to dust when the last blow had been struck. Finally, after decades of suffering had the demon been defeated and the land of the east free from its harrowing evil; the Samurai, reclaiming his kingdom and bringing forth a long awaited age of prosperity and peace.

Yet despite this victory over the demon of evil, its remains are left scattered throughout the world; ever seeking, ever yearning to be whole once more with its very kin. Yet for what reason does it continue to live? To regain control over the world it once sought to rule, or to return from the very stars it once came to be. Only time shall bestow upon us all such an answer.”

Upon finishing this tale of triumph and warning, Mally is left taken aback by all that they have read; sitting back along the side of a stone shelf as she goes:

“My god. Can’t believe that demon just came down and took over China in just a day. If Serena thinks that monster might be related, what’s that even say about what’s attached to your side?...What’s it even say about Alex?” “Come on Mal. You’re taking this way too seriously. You really think this charcoal Spaghetti strand attached to my side is gonna turn me into an unsympathetic horrible tyrant?”

In thinking over this does Mally try to take a few moments to think over her brother’s answer; Roy’s expression souring with each passing second. “For fuck sa-. Fine, if you still on the fence, then how bout we stop over at Hank’s and have him call up Melvin. That boy got a sweet set of demon hands like my arm and the worst he’s ever been was a compact ball of insecurity and anger issues wrapped up on a 14 year old twinkus. And that was even before he got them.”

“Checking up on him might not be a bad idea. Last time we hung out wasn’t exactly a pleasant spelunking trip.” the orange skater agrees.

Along the suburban skies above does a young boy strapped into a decked out wheelchair glide through the clear blue skies; the chair bound boy yipping and cheering with the sort of glee a 10 year old on Christmas would make after seeing all the presents in the living room. Right below this airborne lad does both Mally and Roy finish up speaking to the chairbound pilots cousin; Melvin leaning along the side of Hank’s abode as the orange skater finishes explaining how:

“That’s pretty much how Roy’s new arm came out. Came straight out of his side like an actual chestburster.”

“Shit man. Way I wound up getting my hands ain’t nowhere as gory as that. Worse I got was some broken bones and bruises.” the young man claims. “Think you could go into detail about how ya got them?” the merc request. “Nah, fuck that. I ain’t tellin.”

“Can you at least tell us if you’ve felt anything strange or off since ya gottem. Any physical pains or strange thoughts going through your head.” Mally then asks. “Outside a couple of mildly weird dream. Got nothin going on.” Melvin ultimately concludes. “Huh...good to here at least.”

Its then that their attention is drawn up to the young man gliding in the skies above them, pulling off rolls and loop de loops as his cheering echoes across the neighborhood. “The hell he’s so giddy for.” Roy wonders. “Couple a guys came over the other day and asked him to join in some little club and he’s been flying high since.” Melvin answers. “Who came over?”

“The Vanguard League!” all of them hear he chairbound genius cry out, the three peering over to watch as Hank comes in for a landing; his wheels kicking up a cloud of dirt as he skids to a stop before them all.

“They came over!? That’s incredible, Hank! What position did you land a spot in?” Mally ecstatically questions. “Ya’ll looking at the new head of the Technological Department. Making new gadgets and inventions to help fight crime, save lives, and help people worldwide; all alongside the greatest of young minds this generation has to offer. I can’t wait to get started after the announcement this coming weekend.” “Had a feeling they’d come around to check you out sooner or later. I don’t think they picked a better boy for the job.” Mally congratulates Hank with, the chair bound genius letting out a bright smile. “What about you Melvin, you think about standing alongside your cuz and the other heroes?” the boy then questions. “You shitting me, right? You think you’d catch me being bossed around like that? Hell no.”

“What about you Mal?” “Uh. Leaning on it, but I ain’t too sure which department to join.”

“Hey, no pressure; just good luck with whatever ya choose. Meantime, I better spruce up and polish up my equipment before the weekend announcement comes around. Catch you later.” the chairbound genius bids farewell with as he presses a couple of buttons on his chair; an exhaust along the back firing out and rocketing him right on inside. From listening to several things crash and break from inside, Melvin decides to race right on after while exclaiming:

“Dammit, the hell did we talk about doing that indoors!?”

“Whelp, guess we don’t got anything to worry about. See ya.” Roy claims while in the midst of taking off out into the air. Before the violet angel could ascend too far up into the cloudless skies, the shell of a yo yo wraps itself right around the merc’s very leg; Roy peering down from the string to see Mally ready to bring him right back down. With but a single tug does the skater manage to send the purple merc straight down towards the earth; the angel crashing right down into the grassy backyard in a plume of dirt. “Yeah, were nowhere near done yet. We ain’t closing this case til we figure out what this arm of yours is made of and where it came from.” the orange lass claims. “Agh! That book we read up on said that whatever it was came from space; serious fucking doubt you know anyone else that came from beyond the star.” Roy explains while climbing out from the dirt, soon finding his sister wearing a knowing smile.

Traveling deep within the very heart of the woodlands just outside the city, the two of them step right on inside of a downed space ship; whereupon the violet angel beholds the alien trio that his sister had befriended.

“Hot damn, Mally. Can’t believe you were keepin this little part of the woods all to yourselves and didn’t bother saying a thing to us.” Roy smoothly exclaims. “Figured you might’ve sensed them all out anyway. Surprised you didn’t know until now.” Mally acknowledges. “You kidding. With all the weird shit that goes on in this town already? How you figure I was gonna stumble on this?” “Also thought they might enjoy the privacy and not have every government agent or crackpot conspiracy nutter come knocking at their door and demand to know what sort of part of congress they control or whatever excuse they pull outta their ass.”

“Still, not hard to imagine why you and your teach would want to keep these choice pieces of intergalactic intimates all to themselves; you serious stumbled onto one hell of a galactic goldmine with this set of sweet sweet alien asses. Definitely like to double down on the fish guy and the girl with the eyeliner in an intergalactic seafood platter; maybe finish off with the hooded piece of alien booty as dessert right there. This spread here’s the fucking motherload, and papa Roy here don’t want a piece, he want’s the whole fucking buffet.” the purple angel elaborates aloud, the three growing further upset and creeped out as she continues speaking.

Amidst the merc’s overwhelming horniness does a comically oversized wrench come flying and hits the back of the violet angel’s head; Roy holding the spot he got struck as he violently trembles. “Fucking…”

“While it’s flattering that you primates have at least decent tastes in knowing a fine catch when you see one. I am very aware when the line of thirst starts to cross harassment territory.” Vain assures. “Seriously kid, did you really just stop by just to have this purple prick gawk at us like an overly excited Splartian Hound in heat; ready to thrust its privates into anything that can bother pulsating in view. Cause I thought the fact that were stuck on this damn rock was getting you off enough.” Catastrophe questions. “Actually, we were hoping you three wound help us out with trying to figure out what exactly my bro’s new arm is made of.” the orange skater finally answers. “Really? I thought that human’s just grow their limbs back when one of them’s broken, just rip it right off to have another one come in the following week.” the charming alien fish boy comments. “That is...nowhere near how human biology works. Seriously hope you weren’t planning on testing that.” Mally worries. Right on that very queue does one of the boxes in the room tip over and partially reveal an unconscious man stowed away within; moaning aloud as he attempts to climb out with one of his arms taken away and stitched up wounds. Discovering this, Mally turns her upset glare over to the trio, Cat claiming that:

“Hey, don’t give us any bull. Dumbass just seriously wondered in here.”

“We gave him some amnesics to make him forget.” Tizzy adds. Clutching the barely conscious man by his shoulders does Cat stroll over to the door while dragging the poor guy along the floor; the alien girl tossing the guy straight out into the woods.

“Why you up and figure it was best to come here to try a figure out the hell is your bro’s arm.” Tizzy asks. “Well, one book we read on it mentioned that this stuff wound up coming from the depths of space and was hoping that-”

“Oh yes, I see. Since were not from your planet, that would make us the knowledge keepers of all that occupy alongside the stars. Is that it?” Vain accuses. “I was thinking since your parents were intergalactic conquerors, figured that maybe they’ve seen something like this before during a conquest.” Mally quickly gives context for. “Afraid your shit outta like, neither of our mom’s speak a mere mention of whatever disgusting growth came out of your brother’s side; pretty sure if we did, they’d tell us in the form of a terrifying bedtime story told to make ya piss yourself.” Cat explains. “Indeed. Truly humiliating.” “Vain, didn’t you wind up soaking your entire mattress once?” Tizzy wonders. “That was when we got back from swimming and you know it!”

“Kay here. Doesn’t this ship has some advance tech straight out from the realms of a shitty 90’s cartoon? You guys gotta at least got anything that can tell us what his arm’s made off?” Roy then interjects with. “If this ship didn’t take a crashing nosedive straight down into your planets crap that you call soil, we wouldn’t be talking right now. You really think that they wound up getting anything working in the span of a month since we touched down on this overpopulated rock in the middle of the space boonies?”

“Actually, I just finished getting the Material Analyzer up and running a few days ago. We could try that?” Tizzy then mentions.

“Ugh, fine whatever. The sooner you start, the sooner you leave. Make it quick.”

Somewhere within the ship does Roy have his arm of demonic pure black stuck right in a spherical chamber as numerous lasers and lights scan every single inch of them limb; all the data it collects showing up on a screen outside the chamber that Tizzy carefully observe. From this high tech device, a small beep them sounds off; queuing Tizzy to tell them:

“And the analysis is finished. You can take it out now.” “Holy shit finally. Started getting numb after the last half hour. Stuck my hand up something longer, but that’s a story for another day.” Roy states as he slithers his fresh pitch black arm out of the analysis machine’s inner chamber. “So, whatcha come up with?” the orange skater asks. “Well, there doesn’t seem to be anything else belonging to your brother inside. No bones, veins, blood, nothing. Kinda shocking given how close to unstable it is.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, there’s one detail that popped up that bothered me. The genetic make up of his arm primarily consists of strung together chemicals compounds such as Epinephrine, glutamate, Cortisol, Adrenaline, and slight traces of Serotonin. The stuff in your brains that make you feel angry, sad, and scared.” “Is that seriously... why did a bunch of emotional brain juice burst out from Roy’s side and solidify into a working appendage?”

“Maybe that’s something you should ask him.”

The alien suggesting this, the orange skater turns over to her purple brother to ask of him:

“Roy, what might’ve been going through your head moments before that thing came out of you ?” “Well...ya know how we were fighting that giant wood guardian in that hidden Jurassic land and how Alex got fucking impaled right through the stomach?”

“Yeah. I still remember how I felt when I saw that. But how did that wind up triggering you to grow an arm?”

“When I beheld the site of the little devil on a stick, something flashed before my eyes; an image that I felt burst out from the depths of my soul. Two figures, one stabbing the other through the stomach, one wearing a gleeful smile while the other leaked tears from above its horrified frown; both staring out with their hollow white eyes. That alone reminded me of a site that I kept buried deep down for years; and it all suddenly just came up at once like an explosion of confusion, regret, and rage. The closest I could describe it being like would be his mind of the proverbial traumatic edge; teetering on the cusp of madness.”

Upon hearing the purple merc elaborate on the thoughts going through his head is the entire room left at a complete silence; Mally gazing to her violet brother with a mixture of remorse, pity and regretful guilt. Before the orange girl could give even a little word of comfort to him do all of them hear a sharp whistle cut straight through the quiet; the three peering back towards the door to discover Catastrophe leaning against the doorway. “Now that shit’s a full season of a show right there. Closest thing to entertainment I got since crash down on this pathetic little rock.”

“Cat.” Tizzy lightly snaps out. “Something about my emotional trauma funny to ya?” Roy then questions. “You kidding? It’s like one of those shitty characters with a bad backstory crowbarred in to make idiots think they’re deep. Fucking riot right there.”

Amidsts stepping up against the hooded alien girl, the violet angel’s wings sprout forth as the fingers along his pitch black arm starts to get antsy; going on to trash talk on how:

“Guess being on your mama’s little warship for most of your life, ya never really got to feel what its like to be on the other end of life’s massive jackboot. Never really feeling what its like have shit throw right at ya. The fucked up thoughts going through yer head as the memories of all that ya lost come flooding out and crashing onto your psyche til your heads on the verge of melting from the madness…You wanna know what that sort of self inflicting degradation can feel like?”

“That a threat?” Cat wonders with a confident smirk; both of them stand face to face one another as the two give off an overgrowing sense of rising tension. Right as Roy was in the midst of transforming his new arm, something along his other side takes a gentle hold upon the merc’s other limb and breaches through to him, quelling the building rage within; the purple angel gazing off to the side to discover his little sister staring up to him with the look of “Please don’t do it” in her eyes.

In seeing the desperate plea set in his sisters eyes does the purple merc let out a small sigh as he finally breaks away from the antagonizing alien, marching right past Catastrophe and out to the corridor; the violet angel punching the side of the doorway hard enough to leave a hell of a dent. As Mally takes her leave after her pissed off brother, Tizzy approaches her sister with a hammer and tells her to: “Come on. You’re helping me hammer that dent out.” “Like hell I am. Why the hell should I fix something that our guest broke in his little pissy fit?” “Pretty sure you threw a pretty similar one when vain used your little blanket as a dung disposal cleaner.” “You swore never to bring that up!” the two of them hear their semi aquatic brother shout out to them.

As both brother and sister exit out from the downed spacecraft, the orange lass between them starts to apologize with:

“Roy...I-I’m so sorry. I just can’t believe that I didn’t catch on what was bugging you sooner than later. I-I didn’t realize that you were thinking about what happened at-”

“Mally, chill. Ain’t know way you could’ve known the sort of shit that was going through my head. I get you were just worried. But I’ll be just fine. Kay?”

“Hey! What happened back then effected Tore and I too. You ain’t alone on this...Anything ya wanna talk about, we’re here for ya.” “Hm hm hm...Thank’s Mal.” Roy returns with, a heartwarming smile etched across the merc’s face. “No prob...So...You thinkin about headin home?”

“Nah. Still got some stuff to take care of. I’ll be home a little later.”

“Kay. Just don’t get into too much trouble.”

Warning her brother of this does the orange skater swiftly don her skating gear and take off out into the woods; Roy in turn sprouting forth his angelic black wings and taking off into the orange twilight skies.

Among his glide above the nearly thick woodlands, Roy flies back out towards the city of Townsville with the setting sun glistening its twilight gaze at his back; his smile starting to dissipate the farther he flies. “You’ve been awfully quiet about all this.” he suddenly says aloud to break the silence. Out from the depths of his mind does a woman’s voice echo through the merc’s head; responding in kind to him with:

“What do you mean by that?”

“Hera, you usually just chime in in the middle of all this to give some sort of support or to stop me from doing something arguably reprehensible. What’s the deal this time?”

“Roy, have you ever thought a goddess such as I has other duties and responsibilities to tend to then communing with the only mortal I can converse with?”

“...You hiding something aren’t ya?”

“What!? Preposterous! What would urge you to accuse me of something like that?”

“Even with only having clocked in about 16 and a half years in this fucked up game some of us have to call life; I’ve been around long enough to see the warming signs of someone having a long list of secrets hidden somewhere in the bunkers of their head. And a goddess like you without a hell of a doubt’s gotta have some stowed away that vault ya call a head. With what’s on me having been once part of a mighty monster that nearly overtook the world; you think that keeping an eye on even a piece of it would warrant obligation. But Guess not, guess we’ll just blind move along through life; leaving me ignorant of what a threat this could possibly grow into until its far too late and lives are lost. But hey, what’s it with mortals wanting to question what may become of them midst affairs which affect their world, right?”

“Roy, believe me when I say I can’t bring myself to simply tell you with my own words. But if you really wish for the truth and what your arm has to do with me; then I can point you in the right direction.” the goddess in his head assures. “Eh, fair enough. Lead the way.”

The night upon Townsville had come to blanket the city in a think darkness, with nothing but the shadows to accompany the roaming night owls. Atop the mayor building, a dark winged figure hovers down to the very top of its dome rooftop; where upon its arm transforms into a sharp blade that cuts right through its very stone. Cutting a piece right off the roof, the figure lifts the piece right off and slips right on inside.

Along the inside the main office is the door unlocked when a substance of black fills the hole and turns the lock; letting the door creak open and letting the figure walk right in. Within does the figure behold the usual fittings of a mayoral office; books, chairs, desk, computer, bowl of mints, nothing out of the ordinary. And nothing to stop the intruder from venturing over to the desktop and taking a seat behind the screen. With the press of a button does the entire monitor let out an incredible bright light; Roy shielding his site from the intense glow as his eyes adjust to the glow, peeking between his fingers to behold his first obstacle. The password. Rather than blindly attempting to guess the password locking the desktop, the purple merc instead shoves his hand right into his pants pocket and pulls out what appears to be a lone thumb drive; plugging the drive right in and watching the password box fill with numerous letters and numbers until coming to the right code. As the desktop starts to load in, Roy is met with a site that honest to god just baffles him to no end. Is...is this seriously running on Windows 7? That’s 2010’s old. This a government owned desktop! Why the fuck haven’t they updated it yet for security!? Everytime on one of these government owned consoles, they always just have the most out dated Operating systems. One of the computers in the France federal agent building was running on Windows XP for shit sake!? Why!? It doesn’t make any god damn-...Gah! Whatever, not the problem here.

Getting over that strange conundrum, Roy takes the mouse and clicks right into the file explorer, where he starts his search right into the documents. See here...Billing info, Construction plans, Federal investigation, Homoerotic Fanfiction...Incident report. Clicking onto this folder is the purple merc astonished to discover the list of city incidents a literal mile long, the square of the scroll bar being absolutely tiny. Hmm...Dino monster attack, Fire monster attack, slime monster attack, Alien monster attack. Shit, alotta monster attacks here; practically makes up most of the list. Lets try sorting by date. Rearranging the reports by the date they had been documented, one title in particular catches the merc’s attention. “The lady of pink against the Cerberus. 1984” Interesting...Let’s have ourselves a peek here. Clicking right on this title, the document soon loads and present its very text through a writing application, starting his read on the incident beginning with:

“A terrible storm bellows from the east as horrible fires burn through Townsville, centers and businesses crumbling at the seems as a gigantic, dark three headed beast topples everything over in its rampage. Police and military efforts seemed ineffective as fired ammunition seemed to be devoured under the horrible cerberus’s tar like hide. Despite efforts to evacuate, few people escapes from the Chaos as dozens were left injured or burned; or a rather cruel mix of both. As hope for the city had waned to its worst, a female figure donning a heavenly pink glow had flown out from the roaring flames to face the terrible beast; her long blonde hair flowing in the wind. The best this report could describe the ensuing battle was of gods straight from tales of greek mythology; a recreation of the gods against the titans playing out before mortal eyes. With the godly woman of bright pink keeping the terrible beast of black at bay, officials were able to effectively evacuate civilians more effectively.

From what military that stayed behind described, the woman in pink had battled the vicious beast of dark with energy of bright light; her conjured weapons seemingly damaging the monster than any of our conventional weapons could only hope to do. Yet despite the warriors best efforts to defeat this great evil that had descended down upon the city, beast had ultimately worn down the woman midst hours of fighting; the horrible monster in the end devouring the woman in but a single gulp. All hope had seemed utterly crushed as the black demon had cackled upon its very victory; soon turning its burning eyes to the units that had stayed behind. All three of its heads bored a sinister smile as it crawled its way out towards the military unit; some of them fleeing from the seems on its approach while other’s stood their ground, knowing full well there was little they could do to escape from its wrath. Just as the three headed beast was on the verge of striking down the unit, the bowels of its stomach had began to glow a light of faint pink; a glow that quickly began to grow larger and brighter every passing second. In a matter of seconds did this very light explode in a flash of bright pink; blinding every single soldier that stood before the beast of darkness. Once the overwhelming glow had finally dimmed, the unit peered back to find the Cerberus that had terrorized the city was now but in pieces; all with no sign of the brave woman in bright pink light nowhere seen among the remains.

When the cleanup crew had arrived on the seen, most of the remains of the beast had been successfully picked up and stored away from researching purposes; those on the scene had described each piece of the monster as alive, pulsating and wriggling like worms plucked out from the soil. Other’s had witnessed some parts of the monster’s remains slipping away into the night and had attempted to contain every piece before they could escape; while most of the creatures remains had been successfully stowed away in containment, staff have admitted that few pieces had escaped into the unknown. What those pieces of the terrible beast had fled to or what they plan to do is as of yet unknown; something of which may never be realized, else that night may just be only the beginning.”

Its after having read every single paragraph of this report does Roy slump down into the office chair; processing every single detail that he had just read. “Can’t believe it…You gave up living alongside your family just so they could have a future.” Roy awe’s aloud.

“Indeed. And it was with that very sacrifice that I had been chosen to become a goddess.” Its in the midst of this realization that a small, uneasy chuckle starts to escape from him as he leans forward onto the mayor’s desk, Hera wondering in worry:

“Roy?...What’s wrong?” “What’s it worth becoming a god if it meant you couldn’t hold the people you love in your arms anymore; to not longer cherish their very presence as they take in yours? Why not just move on? Why not end it? Suppose those were your final moments inside that thing, weren’t they?” “Roy, when I was offered the position of a goddess. I was told it would involve ensuring the balance of the magical through the universe. Doing such, I could ensure those she left behind had a chance to live for themselves. It has not been easy since then...everyday, I wish to speak them once more, to hold my precious daughter and grandchildren in her arms.”

With all that he had discovered of the very beast that his new arm was once a part of, the violet angel gazes into the dark abyss held within the palm of his hand. “What do ya want done with it?”

“Pardon?” Hera questions. “Its thanks to the monster this arm came from that ya can’t go back to her family; to embrace the ones you loves in you hands. Just knowing that a piece of it is attached to the only person of this world you can converse with must piss you off to no end. Wanting to make sure what happened that night doesn’t befall anyone else.” “I assure to you Roy, that what happened to me that night was something I had decided for myself. I had chosen to give up my life so that others could live. But to make that choice for someone else...it something she could never bring myself to do. Whatever you decide, I’ll stand with you on it.” “No matter where it had came from, this damn thing had taken all the grief and anger that had wielded inside me and had given it a form; but only under my rage has it appeared and obeyed. With what Tore said he could do with life. I wonder if this is what I can do with what’s here?” “And is that what you wish out of it?” the goddess questions. Its in being asked this does the merc’s arm of pitch black clutch into a tight fist, the angel’s uncertain glare transforming into a determined grin. “That’s what it should be.”

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Thought that a little downtime would be appropriate here after the last chapter. Not a lot going on here beside a quick piece of lore and chemistry between characters. Though I purposely set this Chapter up as a repeat of the one where Roy was coping with the loss of his arm, thought it'd be thematically appropriate here.

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Half Past The Point Of No Return 1/6 (Sebastian Stan x OFC NSFW)

Rating: Explicit Pairing: F/M Fandoms: Sebastian Stan - Fandom, Real Person Fiction, Romanian Actor RPF, Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF Relationships: Sebastian Stan/Original Female Character(s), Chris Evans/Original Female Character (mentioned) Characters: Sebastian Stan, Tara Sullivan (OFC), Chris Evans (mentioned) Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Queerplatonic Relationships, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Use, Under-negotiated Kink, d/s dynamics, Spanking, Praise Kink, Butt Plugs, Rope Bondage, Female Ejaculation, Deepthroating (no choking), Mutual Masturbation, Aftercare, Crying, Fight Sex, Pregnancy (mentioned), Love Bites, Angst, Smut, Fluff, A bit of everything... The BDSM really isn't that heavy...  Stillbirth (mentioned)   

Part 2 of The Deadliest Sin Series

Summary: The morning after the night before. Sebastian is grumpy, sore, tired, jealous and confused as hell about his Zucchini, Tara. Coffee isn't helping and he needs to talk to his therapist. Instead, it all blows up, leading to arguments, kissing and much, much more...

Notes: Inspired by The Mess We Made by @sebastianfloofyhair​

As always, HUGE thanks go to SebastianFloofyHair for letting me play in her sandbox - and in fact, actively encouraging me, helping me get the characterisation right for Tara and "Her" Sebastian instead of mine. This follows on directly from Invidia, and is pretty much just mostly smut. There is some Feels(tm) though - both angsty and fluffy varieties.

If you don't want to be spoiled in a later chapter, please be sure to read chapter 6 of The Mess We Made before this.

Disclaimer:

I don't know the actual, real Sebastian Stan (or Chris Evans). This is just a facsimile of him and both he and the story bear no relation to reality. Any similarities in the scenario to Real Life™ are just coincidence. I intend no harm or upset to Sebastian, or his family and friends. Everything is completely made up from the depraved depths of my brain. Except for Tara. She belongs to SebastianFloofyHair

Sebastian slouched into the thankfully empty kitchen silently, heavy lidded and with a crick in his neck. He’d woken up at stupid o’clock, ice cold, stiff and headachy, his mouth too dry to swallow. With a groan, he’d stumbled into the bathroom next door, not bothering with the light, and emptied his overfull bladder, before ducking to swallow water straight from the tap to quench his thirst. He quietly promised himself not to combine special brownies and most of a bottle of wine again, however good they both were. Reaching for the bathroom cabinet, he pulled it open and rummaged through the contents until he found a bottle of Tylenol; after struggling for a moment with the childproof cap, he tipped a couple of the pills into his hand. Grimacing as he swallowed them, he’d ducked back to wash them down, smacking his lips at the bitterness. When he’d hurried back to bed, rubbing the ache in his neck, he’d wrapped himself up in the knitted blanket folded over the foot locker before bundling himself under the thick, goose-down comforter in an attempt to thaw the chill from his bones. Slowly, his shivers had subsided as he deliberately refused to think about earlier, until he finally dozed off into restless slumber for the rest of the night.

As a result, he was tired, sore and his mood was black. Even with the coffee now in his hands, he slumped into the nearest chair, his feet tucked under the kitchen table, and wondered how soon he could get away with calling his therapist. The sound of the front door slamming shut startled him and his whole body jerked in surprise; the sudden motion jarred through the irritated muscle, sending a shard of burning pain from his shoulder to the base of his skull and he grimaced as he massaged the knot in the side of his neck. The sensation of a pair of softer, cool hands sliding underneath his and working at the tight muscle caused his eyes to flutter shut, and he groaned in relief, his head dropping to the opposite shoulder as Tara kneaded her fingers deep into the tissue.

“Sleep funny?” she asked, and he hummed in agreement.

“Mmmm... s’nice though,” he mumbled, rolling his head slowly, as the spasticity eased. “There’s coffee in the pot,” he added, after a second.

Her hands slipped from him, and he watched as she crossed the kitchen and pulled a mug from the cupboard.

“Chris has gone,” she told him, lifting the coffee jug to pour the contents into her cup, before turning, smirking and resting her hip against the counter. “Didn’t stop him sneaking into the shower before he left though!”

Sebastian’s face crumpled into a scowl as the image of them under the water flashed into his head, his traitorous body reacting even as his heart sank. He turned away, finishing his own coffee in three big swallows as he stood suddenly, slamming the empty mug onto the surface of the table and walking back towards the door. Tara blinked.

“You okay?” she asked, cupping her coffee between her hands. He paused, his fingers wrapped around the doorframe and his back stiff, before answering.

“Yep,” he replied, snippily, popping the p. “Just perfect. Can’t imagine why you’d think otherwise,”

“Just seems like you’ve got more than your neck in a twist,” She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee.

He turned to glare at her, his jaw clenching and swiping the tip of his tongue between his lip and front teeth.

“Yeah... well it’s not important,” he stated. “A bit like saying ‘goodnight’...”

Tara raised an eyebrow. She set her mug on the counter, crossing her arms over her chest and focused her eyes on his face, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Sebastian’s eyes flickered down to her throat, following the bruises and marks down to the edge of her collarbone, now visible where her crossed arms had pulled on the top of her dress and, despite the growing pit of envy in his gut, he felt his cock twitch. He threw his hands up into the air, confused, frustrated, and made a noise of annoyance. “It doesn’t matter, Tara. Just... “ He pressed his lips together until they thinned, and shook his head, scratching his fingers roughly through the fuzz of dark hair on his jaw. “I need to make a phone call,”

Her brows furrowed and she crossed the kitchen until she stood directly in front of him. He looked down at the floor, swallowing as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You don’t get to pull that shit with me, Sebastian.” She huffed out a breath, reaching for his face to lift his chin. “Clearly I’ve done something to piss you off. So go on,” She pulled back, both hands coming to land on her hips. “Let me have it.”

His mouth tightened, but he shrugged, planting his own hands on his hips and leaning back against the doorframe. “You didn’t even bother to say goodnight yesterday,” he told her, his voice taut. “So I guess your nerves around Evans didn’t last that long,” He sniffed and stared at her, his eyes flinty.

Tara frowned, her rigid posture relaxing slightly. “I didn’t?” She shook her head. “Sebastian, I was drunk. And fucking high. I don’t think I could’ve told you my own name at that point last night.” She took a breath, tilting her head as she looked up at him. “Seriously? This is what you’re mad about? That I didn’t say goodnight?”

Sebastian snorted once, unamused, and shook his head. “Yeah, sure, whatever. You sure as hell remembered his name when you were shouting it last night,” he snapped, and turned to leave.

Tara rolled her eyes. “Y’know what? Fuck you. I’m sorry I got laid and you didn’t, but you don’t have to be such a baby about it.” She turned around, heading back to the counter to retrieve her coffee. “I’m sorry you broke up with Kirsten but that’s no reason for you to…” She picked up her mug, waving a hand. She sighed. “Whatever. Go pout somewhere else. I have things to do.”

He spun back to face her, his eyebrows arching and the frown line deepening between his eyes. He lifted a hand, pointing at her, and his head twitched in disbelief. “Pouting? Oh, so that’s what I’m doing is it? I was trying to avoid this shit but no, you wanted me to ‘let you have it’,” He used his fingers to make air quotes. “And you don’t even get to mention Kirsten right now, this is all about you, Tara,” He shook his head, chewing his lip, before continuing. “Jesus, at least I had the decency not to fuck her loud enough for you to hear when you visited...”

Tara blinked. “What? Since when is that a rule?” She turned, dumping her coffee into the sink and set the mug down. She brought her hand to the faucet and paused, her eyes widening. She turned her head, her gaze landing on him. “You’re jealous.”

“Don’t be so fucking ridiculous!” he replied, turning his head to stare at the window, rather than meet her eyes, and pulled his lower lip between his teeth. He could feel his cheeks warming and hoped that the blush wasn’t visible.

“Oh my god,” she chuckled, walking over to him. She peered around his shoulder. “You are. You’re… You laid down here listening, didn’t you?” His face flushed as his mind turned back to the previous night.

“Oh fuck off, Tara. I didn’t have any goddamn choice. You two made fucking sure of that,” he spat out, turning and stepping away, his fingers closing around the back of the nearest chair. He knew he was being unfair but between his jumbled sentiments and his body betraying him like a teenager under the effects of the first rush of hormones, his patience was wearing dangerously thin.

Tara’s face reddened as if she were momentarily embarrassed. It wasn’t a rule. There’d never been any rules when it came to sharing their space, and Sebastian knew that. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t really thinking about you at the time, was I?”

“Well, I was thinking about you, that’s for sure,” he muttered to himself.

Tara shook her head, starting for the door. “I have no idea what’s going on with you,”

He huffed. “You’re not the only one.” he answered, throwing himself back into the chair and absently picking at the cuticle of his thumbnail, the coffee sitting sourly in his stomach, mimicking his mood. “Just... forget about it, Tara. Go find something to rub on those bite marks before you go septic or something,” he snarked.

“Ha,” Tara snorted, looking back over her shoulder at him. “Better go do something about those blue balls then, Sebastian. They’re making you cranky.”

“Well, thanks to your little show last night, that’s not something I need to worry about, darlin’” he shot back, without thinking. His eyes widened in horror as he realised what he’d just said, and he groaned, his face flaming; he dropped his head into his hands, gripping his hair between his fingers.

Tara spun on her heel, her brows lifting. She stepped back into the kitchen, giggling. “Did you…” The giggles turned into full-on laughter. “You totally jerked it while we were having sex, didn’t you? Didn’t even need the internet for porn.” She wiped tears of laughter from beneath her eyelashes. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me, then, instead of trying to bite my head off?”

Sebastian rounded on her, furiously. “Stop it, Tara. Just stop. I’m glad you’re finding this so goddamn funny, but I’m not!” The volume of his voice dropped until he was nearly whispering, and he shoved himself to his feet. He crossed the room in a couple of steps until he had crowded into her space. “Anyone else. You coulda chosen anyone else, Tara, but Evans. Why him? Out of everyone?”

Tara’s shoulders dropped. Her smile turned into a look of confusion and she wrapped her arms around herself, her body seeming to collapse in on itself. “Oh.” She dropped her eyes from his face and looked down at the floor. When she replied, her voice was soft. “He’s your friend. And I… He’s your friend and you’re afraid I’m gonna fuck that up.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do this,” he gritted out, his hands curling into fists. “You don’t get to take this on like this...”

“Ugh!” Tara put a hand on his chest and pushed, glaring at him. “Then what am I supposed to do, Sebastian? I don’t know what you expect. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“You’re supposed to pick me!” he shot back, and crushed his lips to hers roughly, teeth clashing, winding his fingers hard into her damp hair to pull her head back. His tongue swiped past the seam of her lips, licking into her mouth and exploring, tasting, even as she stiffened in his arms, both of her hands pressing against his sweater. He covered them both with one of his own as he tilted her head to draw her closer, and after a few more seconds, she melted against him. Only then did he pull away, still close enough for his harsh breaths to fan across her face. It suddenly dawned on him that between his imagination, the feel of her lips against his and his anger, he was completely hard, and he bit back a shocked moan. “You never even asked, Tara. Not once. Why?” He shook his head, his brows lifting. “How come we never tried? Or what... you think it’s more fun with him? How many times did he make you come, Tara? Tell me...” he demanded, tugging at her hair hard enough to sting.

A gamut of emotions flickered across her face, her breathing shallow, laboured. She’d kept her eyes on his face the whole time he’d spoken; they were still wide as though she couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “I can’t… I…” She swallowed, blinking back tears and exhaled a shaky sigh. “Twice,”

Sebastian stared down through his lashes, his eyes hooded, and slowly smirked. “Twice, huh? Including the shower?” he said, his lips quirking at her nod. “Oh, darlin’, you are in for a treat...” He lifted his hand from hers, dragging the back of his fingers down her cheek before sliding his thumb to her mouth, brushing at the corner of her lips. Leaning down, he hovered his lips over her ear, and whispered to her. “When I’m done, you’ll still be feeling it next week,” he promised, nipping at the lobe of her ear and tugging.

Her eyelashes fluttered and she whimpered. “Is that...what you want? To take that risk?” Her voice was soft, barely audible. “Do you want to fuck me, Sebastian?”

Sebastian groaned against her neck, grazing his lips across the front of her throat until they parted and his teeth sank into the muscle, just above her collar. “God, yes,” he murmured into her flesh, sweeping the tip of his tongue across the new mark reddening the creamy skin. Tara whimpered again, her fingers clutching at the front of his sweater as the stubble across his jaw scraped against her neck deliciously. His hand settled over the back of hers, untangling her grasp from the soft knitted wool, their fingers intertwining; in one smooth motion, he guided her hand down, pressing her palm against the swell of his erection and grunted softly at the contact. “See what you do to me?” His voice was ragged and her breath caught, a rush of arousal flooding her abdomen.

“I wanna fuck you ‘til you scream my name, sweetheart, ‘til you come on my fingers, and then my tongue, and then my cock, and if you don’t want this,” he rocked his hips hard into her hand, grinding the full length of his arousal into her touch, her fingers tightening around him, “then you better say so right now,”

He paused, releasing her hand to grasp her chin in his fingers and lifted his head to stare into her eyes, waiting a beat as his tongue dipped out to moisten his lips.

Her gaze drifted from his eyes to his mouth, her eyelids heavy; her eyes closed briefly and she nodded. “Yes,” She looked back up at him, her pupils blown wide. “I want it,”

He inhaled sharply through his nose, his cock twitching at her admission, and his fingers tightened in her hair. “Still ‘clementine’?” he asked, referring to her safe word, and she nodded, her lips parting on a breath. A rumble grew in his chest, just a tiny rim of blue visible around the black in his eyes. He slotted his lips back over hers, sweeping his tongue over her own for a moment before catching her lower lip between his teeth. His hand slid from the back of her head to sit between her shoulder blades as the other dropped to clutch at the back of her thigh and raised her leg to his waist.

“Hold on,” he ordered, his lips barely brushing hers, and she slid her hands up over his chest, grasping behind his neck as he lifted her off the ground and into his chest. She gasped, locking her ankles around his hips, and he stepped forwards, headed into the hall. As his foot fell onto the first step of the stairs, though, she softly tugged the shorter hair at the back of his head.

“Sebastian, stop... put me down!” Tara squeaked, struggling as his arms tightened around her. “You are not carrying my fat ass up these stairs.”

His brows furrowed, his face darkening, and he loosened his grip until her feet dropped to the step above him. Grasping her upper arm firmly, he spun her through one hundred and eighty degrees and, planting a hand between her shoulders, urged her forward, until she caught herself with both hands on the stairs. “Hey!” she yelled, her words turning into a surprised yelp and then a moan as his hand swung back and landed in a sharp slap across the light fabric over her backside.

“I don’t want to hear you besmirching that ass of yours ever again,” he growled, leaning over her. His cock pressed into the soft curves as his hands settled over hers, linking their fingers and scratching a kiss behind her ear until she whimpered. “Don’t make me punish you,” he warned, pulling her back up to her feet and hurrying her up the stairs. He followed close behind, drifting his fingertips up the expanse of soft flesh visible at the back of her thigh. At the top of the staircase, outside her room, he pressed up close to her, his chest against her back, and reached across her shoulder to push open the door to her room; he paused at the threshold, his nostrils flaring and he turned Tara to face him, grabbing her wrists, long fingers tightening around her soft skin.

“I c’n still smell him here,” Sebastian told her, his voice low as he walked her backwards, dropping his face to the curve of her breasts and inhaling deeply. “You always smell incredible, like coconut and vanilla, like you taste sweet and ripe... and it smells like him in here now, him and sex,”

She gasped as he mouthed at the upper curve of her breast, then bit down hard, sucking until the cotton of her dress was damp, and pushed her down to bounce on the thick comforter.

“But that’s alright,” he told her, his lips curving into a filthy smile. “I’ll soon fix that,”

The Science Bits:

Queerplatonic/Quasiplatonic is the word used to describe a relationship that has the same depth and commitment as a romantic partnership, but where the emotions are not romantic. It's a bit like having a best friend, but far beyond what is "normal" in those situations. They tend to be just as important and close as a more traditional relationship, but - as much as you love them - you aren't IN love. These relationships can occur between people of any gender or sexuality, and any age. Some people will have sex within these relationships, either regularly or just occasionally, and others won't. The presence or absence of sex isn't what defines it. It's the depth of emotions and commitment that goes far beyond what is usual in a normal friendship.

If you're going to have a scene involving a kink, such as these two did, it's really important to discuss and negotiate first, set limits, review safety issues, agree safe words/gestures, what is and isn't OK, aftercare, how long it will last etc. In most cases, you shouldn't change this up during the scene, even if both people agree at the time. Some people, who are very close and familiar with each other in this kind of scene, can do this, but for most people, especially in their first time, should plan everything first. If you are unsure as to what this should include, there are many resources available online.

Explanation about the Under-Negotiated Kink: Tara and Sebastian have discussed sex and kink preferences a LOT in the past, and therefore manages to work a scene on the fly. This is NOT the best way to do these things, especially in a new relationship. They will absolutely be sitting down to negotiate all aspects of kink in future. There are no negative consequences to their lack of discussion beyond some guilt.  Similarly, there are aspects of the aftercare that aren't detailed (particularly soothing the skin after rough play) but that's something that they would have done after the story finishes.