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misc-obeyme · 6 months
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THE THREADS THAT BIND
EPILOGUE
MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list
a/n: This spicy epilogue is dedicated to @silverrings-n-prettythings who offered to bare knuckle box an alligator for it... twice lol. Fortunately, no alligators needed to be fought, but without Silver's encouragement, it might not have happened. So thank you for always leaving such amazing feedback in the tags, it truly means so much to me!
PLEASE NOTE: Don’t read the epilogue unless you’ve read the rest of the story.
I also feel the need to mention that this is very feelings heavy because of the whole relationship build up that had been happening in the main story. It just felt right, since they just kinda recently admitted their feelings for each other.
Anyway, this is the last of the story for real. Thank you for coming with me on this journey!
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GN!MC x Barbatos | word count 1,910
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: oral and penetration (reader receiving), pet names, uhhh definitely also some cheesiness, I'm sorry I can't help it lol
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You startled yourself awake. Moonlight filtered through the large windows in Barbatos's room, casting shadows beneath the plants and in the corners of the staircases. Beside you, partially bathed in that silver light, Barbatos was slumbering peacefully. You watched as his expression grew concerned, as one of his hands reached out for you in his sleep. Between you, the bright teal of the thread glimmered gently.
It was so rare for you to see him at rest like this, hair disheveled, expression soft in sleep. And yet the last few days, you had seen more of it than he had ever shown you before.
Barbatos shifted slightly, as though he could sense the cold space next to him where your warm body had once been. His hand stretched even further, seeking your presence.
You took it and brought it to your lips.
Barbatos blinked his eyes open. You were confronted with the unguarded feelings that filled them when he focused them on your face, as he took in the sight of you with his fingers pressed to your lips.
Where so much was normally kept hidden, you saw only openness now. Here in the quiet of night, silver splayed and teal tinged, Barbatos looked at you as though everything he had ever cared for in his long life had culminated within your heart. He looked at you as though even when that thread was gone, he would still be irrevocably tied to you. He looked at you as though that was a choice he had made for himself, come what may.
No words passed between you because everything was held in his eyes and in the thread that lingered still.
As he watched, you spread his fingers and kissed the pads of each one, holding his gaze as you did so. His hand was so perfect, despite how often it was used to scrub dishes and pull weeds. The long elegant fingers stayed limp in your grasp until you had finished bestowing your kisses. And then they reached out, his palm resting on your cheek, warm and soft.
There had been a sort of unspoken caution between you as you learned your way through the new reality of honest love. A hesitancy that you both felt to ensure that you didn't make any rash choices, that you took your time, that you learned the nuances of each other.
All of that seemed to have vanished now. Because when you looked down into those eyes, there was only one thing you wanted more than anything else in the three worlds.
Barbatos likely saw that desire in your eyes.
He sat up to meet you, one hand staying on your cheek, the other going to your waist, as he kissed you softly in the moonlight.
You considered letting it stay soft. That despite what you were feeling, it might still be too soon.
But then Barbatos bit gently on your lower lip and any caution you had been about to employ was immediately abandoned. You opened your mouth for him, felt his tongue tracing your lip before entangling itself with yours. The grip on your waist tightened. Your hand flew up to grip the edge of his slightly unbuttoned pajama shirt, fabric twisting in your fist.
You felt the hand on your waist move to slide up your own shirt, fingertips tracing lightly across your skin. You broke away with a gasp, pulling your shirt over your head before undoing the buttons on Barbatos's shirt and pushing it off of his shoulders.
Barbatos followed your lead, helping you to remove the rest of your pajamas and his, before pushing you back gently on the bed.
Barbatos paused, poised above you. The longest strands of his hair brushed softly against your cheek as you looked into his green eyes. The slight glow of the teal thread stretched between your bare chests.
"MC," Barbatos said. His voice had a reverence to it and if he wasn't a demon you would have thought it sounded like a prayer.
You didn't have a chance to respond properly because Barbatos was kissing your neck, his lips pressing down your chest, his hands rubbing down your sides. He continued until he was tucked between your thighs, at which point he looked up at you, a question in his eyes. The thread trailed across your body, a tiny path down your chest and stomach, an almost perfect outline of where his kisses still burned against your skin.
You reached out your hand, nestling your fingers into his hair. "I'm ready," you said. "I trust you."
Barbatos waited for a few moments, as though he was giving you a chance to change your mind. When you didn't, he kissed your thighs, making his way to the throbbing space between your legs. You gasped when you felt his hot mouth on you, the expert way he used his tongue to make your limbs shake.
You couldn't prevent yourself from tugging on his hair as your fingers twisted in it, the feelings washing over you too intense for you to stop it. Barbatos didn't seem to mind, not even pausing although you were certainly causing him some pain.
"Ah, Barbatos-"
At this, Barbatos did stop, looking up at you from his position between your thighs. Your hand dropped to your side, letting go of his hair as he propped himself up to look at you properly.
"I-I'm sorry," you said, blushing slightly at his intense gaze.
His expression softened. "You needn't apologize, my love. All I want is to please you. Tell me what you would like me to do."
My love.
These words caused an echo in your mind, an echo of something Barbatos had once said about someone else -
It seems my love has found us.
You were reminded of that insecurity, the small piece of doubt that still remained, that couldn't be completely eased even though Barbatos told you how he truly felt about you. Even though he had also said -
I have never loved anyone in the same way that I love you.
He had said that to you, directly. Not in a vision of a future yet to come, not to a person whose identity he still didn't know.
Barbatos seemed aware that something was passing through your mind. He sat up, pulling you up with him, wrapping his arms around you, pressing you into his chest. Your eyes were so close to the entry point of the thread as it spilled out from his skin, creating a small U before looping back into you.
"Shall I find a different term to call you?" he asked.
The tenderness of his tone filled you with a softness unlike anything you had ever known. "Like what?"
Barbatos chuckled, his breath ruffling your hair. "My darling, my dearest, my everything, my sun and my moon…"
You laughed. "Okay, okay, stop, please!"
"My cupcake," Barbatos went on. "My muffin, my sugarplum…"
"I shouldn't be surprised that you have so many pastry options," you said.
Barbatos hummed contentedly, kissing your temple. "All you have to do is tell me your preference."
You sighed. "I don't have a preference, you can call me whatever you like."
"As you wish, my little tiramisu," Barbatos said.
You shook your head, laughing because you couldn't help it.
Barbatos pulled away enough to meet your eyes. "MC, if you will allow it, I would like nothing more than to finish what I have begun." His fingers trailed down your stomach, hovering just above the heat of your arousal.
A thrill ran through you when you saw the desire that had taken over Barbatos's expression. Where one moment he had been all softness, now he was all fire, a passion blazing there that ignited the need inside you as well.
You reached up, putting your hand flat on his chest right where the thread emerged. "I want you inside me, Barbatos."
Barbatos wasted no time. He was almost methodical in the way he retrieved some lubrication from the bedside table, using it and his fingers to make sure you were fully ready. You squirmed beneath his ministrations until you couldn't take it anymore, practically begging him to put his cock in you.
Barbatos's pace slowed significantly as he lined himself up, slowly pressing himself into your heat. You trembled beneath him, the exquisite feeling of him filling you up and making you shiver. You moaned once he was fully inside you and the expression of bliss on his face let you know that he was feeling just as good as you were.
You barely registered him asking you if you were okay, all you could do was wrap your legs around his hips, your hands clutching at his shoulders, as you moaned and gasped.
You were sure you said something, likely begging him to continue, but it was all lost in the heat and the feelings.
Barbatos was slow and sweet as he began to thrust, mumbling in your ear about how much he loved you. You mostly responded with moaning and gasping, but eventually you couldn't take how slow he was going and your words turned into begging him to speed up.
Barbatos didn't hold back for long, taking his cues from you and increasing his speed as you requested. You held onto him as he hit that perfect spot inside you over and over, the feeling of him moving inside you so sweet and so good, building and building.
Barbatos pulled away from you just a little, propping himself up to look down at you. You saw that blazing passion in his eyes and the reflection of the teal thread, that bounced now as it stretched between your chest and his. Your hands clutched at his arms. You cried out his name, your back arching, as you came hard, the feeling bursting within you from deep in your gut, exploding through every nerve in your body.
You watched as Barbatos came, too, his normally calm expression running riot with how good you made him feel.
Both of you gazed at each other, breathing heavily as you came down from the highs of your orgasms, feeling the warmth of the room settle around you, the gentle sweetness of intimacy bringing you even closer.
Barbatos kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your lips, that place on your chest where the thread still connected you to him.
You found that neither of you needed to say anything more then. Barbatos was as efficient as always, taking care of cleaning things up before coming back to the bed. The moment he was beside you, you found yourself pulling him into your arms, pressing him against you, like you were scared he might disappear if you didn't feel him close enough. He sighed against your skin and wrapped his arms around you, tucking himself into you perfectly.
You didn't know it that night, but forever after Barbatos would use random pastries as pet names for you. It was almost always something different and it made you smile every time.
Sometimes, long after the thread had finally faded, often in the night when the silver moon cast its light into the darkness of his bedroom, Barbatos would speak gently and softly into your ear, making you shiver and reminding you of a truth he was determined to make sure you never forgot. In those quiet moments, he only ever called you my love.
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aroaessidhe · 1 year
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The Tale That Twines is an adult fantasy novel about queer bookbinding witches, found family, memory, fandom, and the power of story to heal from trauma! It is the second book in the Eternal Library Series and the first of two prequels.
For readers who like:
Found and bio-family dynamics
Entirely queer cast of characters, including many aro & ace-spectrum
Autistic ADHD narrator & neurodivergent main cast
Queernorm society
Extremely slow burn friends to lovers romance
The power of friendship and fandom
Deep thoughts, cozy vibes
Magical art, writing, & traditional crafting
Fantasy 1970s/80s setting
Intergenerational mentor/student friendship
Trauma healing
B I G  L I B R A R Y
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jillcfan · 1 year
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I am really getting some Lyra/Will vibes from this piece of music. I am not sure I am ready even now.
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butter-pangcake · 7 days
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If we're talking crack, would you mind drawing Akai trying to explain his weirdly large family in the style of this meme?
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ladybugboots · 2 years
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let me help you
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mezucore · 3 months
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next stop on my bookbinding journey is the couple down the street by @godlizzza which was one of my greatest most fun reads ever. i wish it could have gone on forever
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dandeydraws · 8 months
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i hope, next time, we don't have to die for each other
closeups under the cut:
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antaripirate · 4 months
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made this a couple months ago and forgot to post it🫢 (it’s so dumb)
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oolong---latte · 1 year
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never let me go
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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 7 months
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feeling. Things about this.
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(credits to gurokatt on twt for posting these, i still have no idea where these OG scripts come from)
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dent-de-leon · 5 months
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Oh…the raven perching on Molly’s grave and then flying away—it just feels different, knowing now that Lucien was fate touched—
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misc-obeyme · 7 months
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THE THREADS THAT BIND
CHAPTER FIVE
MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list
a/n: I apologize for how long it took me to post this chapter. I spent all day thinking yesterday was Thursday instead of Wednesday and not realizing it until today. And then I got distracted by the new lesson. But here it finally is! Back to the regularly scheduled Sunday update for the next chapter.
We have a bit of a time skip and then we get a little scene from Barbatos's point of view.
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GN!MC x Barbatos | word count: 1,217
Warnings: none
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The days passed at the Demon Lord's Castle, as you fell into a regular routine with Barbatos. You never again tried to go too far from him, always staying close to prevent further painful episodes.
The days with Barbatos were pleasant. His steady presence reassured you through every moment. When you weren't at RAD, you spent your time helping him with his butler duties, though he didn't usually let you do much. You often found yourself in the garden having tea with him and Diavolo. You did have to go to the House of Lamentation regularly - not just for more things, but to reassure the demon brothers that you were doing okay.
Every night, you had odd dreams. They always started with the teal streams of magic in the night sky, but they transformed into something different every time. You didn't know if Barbatos was aware of what you were experiencing. He never said anything and you didn't want to tell him. He was dealing with enough and already worried about you. You didn't feel the need to add to that burden by telling him about the dreams.
Most of the dreams you had seemed insignificant. There were even a couple that were dreams about things you remembered happening. You were in some of your own dreams.
But none of them stayed with you the way the first one had. Not just the odd oozing darkness that had swallowed both of you, but the one just before it, too. Barbatos and Solomon in a field of flowers… someone coming to meet them from far off… my love.
Who had that been? How far into the future was that moment? Why had that first dream been the only one that showed Barbatos's memories of having visions of the future? The rest were also memories, but of things that had already happened with no future visions.
You tried not to think about these things as you spent your evenings reading through books in an attempt to find the counter curse. Solomon had known what it was, but there didn't seem to be a lot of information about binding thread curses. And whenever you asked him about it, Solomon only said he was still looking.
You were enjoying your time with Barbatos, but you also felt like the curse was a burden. The sooner it was broken, the better for everyone.
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Barbatos was fully aware of what you were going through. He knew that when you slept, you were seeing some of the visions that existed in his memory. They were memories of things he'd seen as he traveled through the time streams. He knew that you had mostly seen things from the past. He knew you had seen things from the future, if only because you had seen his own memory of it.
Barbatos could feel the traces of you in those spots in his memory. He could feel the slight vibration of the thread magic running through those time streams. He had not ventured into those places to see what you had seen, so he couldn't know exactly which memories you'd touched.
He was not pleased about any of these circumstances. It was one thing to have you bound to him in a way that caused you pain should you leave his side, but it was something else to have you wandering around inside his mind. Stumbling through his memories of different times as the threads pulled you this way and that.
Barbatos had decided it was better if he acted as though he had no idea what was going on. You clearly didn't want to talk about it and he wasn't going to push you.
It did make him want to find the counter curse as fast as possible, though. You weren't sleeping well. He could tell from the circles that had formed up under your eyes the last few days. Even if none of the memories you were dreaming about were causing you the same level of distress as that first night, the dreams made your sleep restless.
And yet, he hadn't been able to find the information he needed to break the curse. He had even tried simply doing it himself, using his own power to break the threads, but it hadn't worked.
After nearly two weeks of this, Barbatos confronted Solomon at RAD. You were in the classroom, too, but you were on the other side of it and couldn't hear their conversation.
"Tell me you have found the counter curse by now," Barbatos said to him.
Solomon frowned. "It's already a rare curse," he said. "But there's something different about this one. I can see it, just a little, and it has too many threads. I've been looking, but I can find no information about a curse that looks like this one does."
Barbatos watched Solomon's face. He could see that Solomon was waiting for his reaction, judging how he would respond to this information.
"There must be something," Barbatos said mildly.
Solomon sighed. "Barbatos, you have to tell me what really happened. I don't know why you won't, but if I know that, I'll have much better luck figuring out the counter curse."
Barbatos looked across the room at you. "What else can I do? This curse is taking it's toll on MC."
"Not you?" Solomon asked.
"It was cast on MC directly. I was able to redirect the part that connects them to me, but the bulk of the magic rests inside MC at this time," Barbatos said. "You must get the counter curse as quickly as you can. If that means I need to tell you the truth, then so be it."
Solomon also looked across the room at you, where you were engaged in schoolwork with another classmate and not paying attention to what was happening elsewhere. He looked back at Barbatos. "I need more information and you two are the only ones who have it."
Barbatos explained to Solomon what actually happened that night outside the castle.
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me this to begin with," Solomon said. "How long has this sorcerer been harassing you?"
"That is irrelevant," Barbatos said. "Are you familiar with him? I believe his name is… Tim. Or perhaps…"
"Tobias?" Solomon asked, folding his arms and looking unamused.
Barbatos nodded. "Yes. That sounds correct."
"I've heard of him, but I don't know him personally," Solomon said. "I'm not exactly on friendly terms with most of the Sorcerer's Society."
"You were once," Barbatos said. "Why not apologize for whatever it is you did to them?"
Solomon's expression became bemused. "Come on, Barbatos. You know me better than that."
Barbatos sighed in exasperation. "Of course. There's no doubt that whatever you did will not be remedied by a simple apology. Do you ever tire of causing this kind of trouble?"
Solomon laughed. "You make it sound like I do it on purpose!"
Barbatos gave him a look that clearly stated he absolutely believed that Solomon did it on purpose. Solomon only laughed again.
"Listen, Barbatos," Solomon said. "I want to help MC as much as you do. I will find a way to break the curse, okay? I promise."
"I will hold you to that," Barbatos said, his threatening smile in place.
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aroaessidhe · 1 year
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Aromantic adult books (part 2)
ARO WEEK 2023
WERECOCKROACH / contemporary sff novella / aroace agender MC
SAILING BY ORION’S STAR / historical fiction / multiple aroace MCs
THE WORLD WE MAKE / contemporary lovecraftian sci-fi/fantasy / one of the many MCs is aroace coded 
BAKER THIEF / urban/high fantasy / one of the two MCs is aro bi
BLOODY SPADE / urban/high fantasy / one of the major characters/MC’s brother is aro bi
THE THREAD THAT BINDS / urban/high fantasy / one of the 3 MCs is aroace, other aro-spec side chars
*as a note, some of these only briefly explore aromanticism, and/or explore the ace part of the aroace character more. If you want more details on how much things are explored, see my database!
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transbookoftheday · 11 months
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💚 Trans Aro Books To Read For Aromantic Visibility Day 💚
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("Godly Heathens" isn't out yet, but you can preorder it or request an ARC on NetGalley.)
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pastafossa · 3 months
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Hi honey! How are you? How’s your mom doing? I hope she’s better now🥺💚
I’ve recently decided to learn how to book bind bc it’s a must to have my fav fanfics as actual books. I’m still learning and it’s probably gonna take a while before I get the results I want but I wanted to ask you if it was okay with you to book bind The Red Thread? Obviously it would be just for me, I would not sell it or make any profits. (And if it turns out how I want to, I would love to gift you one👀)
It’s one of my favourite fanfics of all time, like it’s a masterpiece and I would love to have a physical copy of it<3
And I know it’s not finished yet but it’d probably have to be a few volumes anyways bc it’s a lot so😅
She's doing ok! Progress is slow but it's definitely happening! She's graduated from at-home physical therapy to outpatient, which is a HUGE thing. We've gotten the house pretty well set up too now (chair lift for a section of stairs not covered before, new railing on the front steps), and between me, dad, and sis's various sleep schedules, we're all able to make sure she has someone nearby when she needs help getting around or opening things. I'm still in caretaker mode and trying to balance everything, but she's getting there, so I hold onto that! As for me, I'm doing... ok I think, considering how exhausting and brutal the past few months have been. I'm taking @shouldbestudying41 's advice and just trying to be kind to myself, and I'll admit my brain seriously needed the break. I continue to miss Cato something awful, but I've felt a little more settled since his ashes came home, and I think I'm starting to adjust to sleeping without him next to my pillow. I also got my follow-up today with my cardiologist on my heart issues and their answer was basically a shrug and a, 'we have no idea why your heart's doing this, but it's getting better every time we test you, so keep doing what you're doing!' Which could be worse. So... I'm getting there. Slow and steady!
And oh my gosh, you absolutely, ABSOLUTELY can bookbind TRT, thank you! 😭The idea anyone would love it enough to bookbind makes me SO FUCKING HAPPY! Hell, if I could sell copies at cost I would, but sadly that's a huge no no and all I can do legally is tell people, YES you can bookbind TRT for your shelf! I'm 100% supportive basically (also I would D I E if I got one, like no pressure at all cause D A Y U M it's a long thing to bind, and also just knowing it's out there on someone's shelf is more than I ever expected would happen so I'm delighted even if you just bind for you!).
TRT volumes one to ten maybe??? LOL. I know I had it planned as a series originally before I decided to just kinda keep it in one thing since we were all already there LOL.
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notsoevilmagistrate · 7 months
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You know I just love that character from that murder mystery solving game. The one with spiky hair who yells a lot, is in love best friends with an emotionally distant and closed off person who they had a rivalry with at some point, but manage to befriend and become close with. The one that when their best friend gets accused of murder, defends said person until the bitter end despite the evidence stacked against their friend, being considered almost delusional. The one who becomes an emotional wreck when they believe that person is dead. The one who’s always trying hard to stick to their morals and help people do better, who keeps believing in people despite the challenges they faced that could possibly persuade them not to.
Now was I talking about Phoenix Wright or Kiyotaka Ishimaru?
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