#the red string of fate

[stagefoureddiediaz]

The shooting diptych

Part of the red string of fate series

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Japanese Mythology | The Red String of Fate

For the Japanese people, human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of every man and woman at birth. Legend says that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of time, place or circumstance. This connection is not necessarily romantic or limited to couples; indeed, it can extend out towards all those significant and perhaps seemingly insignificant others that make up the story of our lives. The red string may become contracted, stretched or tangled with other threads, as surely often happens, but rest assured that it can never be severed. The human body houses an endlessly complex network of blood vessels. We owe our existence to these life-giving rivers. However, there is one rather special channel within this system that connects the heart with the pinky finger. Formed by the ulnar artery, this channel makes your least notable finger a true “representative” of your heart. For this very reason, in many cultures, when two people make a pact or swear a vow, they do so by linking pinky fingers. According to the Japanese myth, this thin thread emanating from the core of our being doesn’t end at the tip of the finger, but extends invisibly throughout the world, to end its course in someone else’s heart. It is a way to understand that our itinerary of encounters are a predetermined plot where couples’ relationships, the intimate brushes against someone, and all the little stories we crisscross with others are neither random triumphs nor accidents, but part of a scarlet tapestry whose threads were given to us when we were born but which we knit ourselves. As the Japanese would say: our world has its share of obstacles, but nothing in it happens by accident.

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[giiihoroco]

Akai Ito/The red string of fate

Omg this drawing take me forever to be done ,but I love the result ,i really put my Soul into this drawing lol , also i PRETTY PROUD of the faces

[spirit-of-anime]

Akai Ito no Shikkou Yuuyo

[grimvestige]

“If I was only allowed in Heaven for your sake, I’d rather go to Hell.”

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Birthday gift for @emmettkane! I had a bunch of fun working on this, and learned some new stuff, such as the entire first ones language, and rendering shallow water!

btw if you correctly guess what the text says in different spots you'll get a little internet cookie!

timelapse under the cut!

[theficpusher]

The Red String of Fate by fightthegiants | G | 407 ‘According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry each other. It can get twisted and knotted..but it will never be broken.’

you and i. by nhstoran | T | 1329 they’re hanging on by a piece of string and maybe it’s the red string of fate.

Your Mouth Is Poison by thisonegoes | E | 1777 It's like a string connects them, in the middle of particular gazes, because Zayn swears he feels a tug around his navel, from an invisible red string looped around him. It's a belief Zayn's always found fascinating, and he never knew it could be possible. He still tries to say he doesn't understand it entirely, until Harry looks at him from across a crowded room, again.

(That’s the way it crumbles. Cookie-wise.) by softly | T | 1900 I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another.

You Can Only Change Fate Once by TheForgottenSuperhero | T | 5257 The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. Or, Niall can see the strings and his is tied to Liam, who is marrying Zayn.

you break me, you numb me, you still seem to stun me by ampere | G | 13314 Louis looks at him with tired eyes, there's bags under his eyelashes, hair a complete mess compared to how neat Niall is used to seeing it. “It's late,” Louis yawns, reaching for his cup of coffee, “you don't have school tomorrow, right?” Niall wrinkles his nose, “it's a Saturday tomorrow, Louis,” he picks up his fork, tries to cut off a piece of his pancakes, “I hope you haven't been out of school long enough that you don't remember that.” “You're so different when you aren't full of nerves,” Louis jams a piece of bacon to his mouth, “I also like this Niall, very...feisty.” Niall chews thoughtfully, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “so what's new?” he asks. It's only the fourth time they've met, Louis had texted him, asked if he was home. The time on his clock had read 3:11 am, of course he was, he had said. I'll pick you up, I think I remember how to get to your house. or Niall and Louis meet at a diner and Niall has to figure out how they're meant to be.

Oh How I Hate This Red String Of Fate by BayouSexual | nr | 13799 Harry thought being able to see people’s strings die would be the worst thing about his gift, until at twenty-two he finally met the other end of his own. --------- Or that soulmate AU where Harry can see the red strings of fate that tie everyone together.

Tied Up Like Two Ships by mycroftpoppins | E | 58394 Louis has spent most of his life running away from the idea of soulmates. Lucky for him, his string has yet to connect him to the supposed love of his life. Harry's not his soulmate, but fate keeps throwing him in Louis' path anyway.

[shroudkeeper]

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The Red String

Sirius could lie in that sand forever. Cornwall seemed like a magical place. Like a temporary bubble that separated Sirius from all his problems.

It was so nice to be vacationing with his friends. James and Lily had the most brilliant idea to bring everyone here. Sirius was having fun.

The only thing conflicting him was the boy next to him.

It seemed impossible that Remus could make him feel like this again. Sirius felt like a freaking teenager with a crush. He got nervous when Remus was around. His heart started beating fast.

God, he couldn't stop staring. Remus had gotten so hot with the years. He wasn't a skinny teen anymore. He was a very handsome man.

When they talked, everything was so easy. Sirius liked how they teased each other again with some sort of flirtatious tone.

It was like before they started dating. When they were best friends figuring out their feelings. The best stage for their relationship. But in this beautiful paradise.

Sirius was lying on his stomach. He had his eyes closed but he felt how warm sand was falling down his back. He smiled.

"What are you doing?"

Remus had been reading a few seconds ago. And now he was pouring sand on Sirius' back? What was this?

"I got bored"

"Oh okay, Lupin" Sirius giggled "I am glad to be entertainment for you"

Sirius didn't see it but he knew Remus was smiling.

"How about your book? Isn't it interesting?"

Sirius’s body temperature was rising and it wasn't because of the sun. The hot sand touching his skin was making him horny. But it was more likely to be because Remus was so close.

"I read it many times" Remus answered casually "Plus, I wanted to bother you because I thought you had fallen asleep"

Sirius felt disappointed when Remus stopped. He didn't even shook the sand away. Sirius was hoping to feel his hand against his skin.

Sirius sat. He needed to shake these feelings away.

Remus was smiling at him playfully. He looked so good with those shades.

"Now you left me covered in sand" Sirius pulled his hair up in a bun. He liked having it this long.

Remus laughed.

"The sea is right there" he said as he to returned to his book.

Sirius couldn't get his hopes up. It had been Sirius who had broken up with Remus many years ago. They had hurt each other with words and insults. It didn't end up very well. Then Sirius pushed Remus away. It hurt but Sirius thought they were better apart. That they needed to figure things out on their own.

Maybe Sirius had been right, or maybe he had made the worst mistake of his life. He had missed Remus. This Remus. Playful Remus. Sarcastic Remus. His best friend. The one he had fallen for.

But five years had gone by and Remus was with Grant now. At least that's what Lily told him.

And now the fact that Remus' life didn't revolve around Sirius, somehow made him more attractive.

They had agreeded to not let the past ruin this trip. They were only friends once. They could do it again.

"Where's everyone?"

Perhaps Sirius had fallen asleep because the rest of their friends were gone.

Remus' eyes were still on his book. But he smiled as if he had planned this.

"James and Lily went for a walk..." he said

"Which means more snogging"

"It's kind of their honeymoon after all" Remus smirked "Mary and Peter went to find something to eat... and Marlene was going to call Dorcas"

Sirius nodded. Now realizing he was alone with Remus made him kind of nervous. Sirius had had many lovers since Remus. But only Remus could make him feel this way.

"Are Mary and Peter bringing food for us? Because I am hungry"

"Me too!"

"You're always hungry, Remus" Sirius smiled

Remus rolled his eyes with a smile "I wanted to go with them but they didn't let me"

Sirius blushed. Of course their friends were trying to get them alone. Mary had always been the group's cupid.

"You are stuck with me, then"

"I am stuck with you" Remus took out his shades and put them on his head. God...

They stared into each other's eyes for a wild moment in which Sirius' heart wanted to get out of his chest and he forgot how to breath. Remus' brown eyes looked caramel under the sun.

"Amm... Do you...."

Sirius was going to suggest having a swim. Mainly because there were certain parts of his body that were reacting. He needed to cool down.

But a voice interrupted them.

"May the lovers be interested in something?"

Sirius and Remus turned to look at a woman. She was about 50. She had long curly red hair floating in the wind. Like Lily's but tangled and not quite clean as hers. She was wearing a long blue dress with long sleeves and many colorful necklaces, bracelets and rings. Her eyes were bright blue. So light that they were almost white.

She was kind of beautiful, not in a hot way, in a intoxicating way. Somehow Sirius couldn't look away.

They both stood up to meet her.

She carried a bag and a basket with lots of interesting objects: books, stones, necklaces, amulets, and those crystals balls that people use to see the future.

"Amm..." Sirius was too shocked to speak.

"I have love amulets to make the relationship longer..." she smiled pointing to them "Or perhaps instructions and rituals to make your sex life better"

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Oh! We are not a couple" Remus smiled politely

Sirius reacted.

"Oh yeah right!" he added rather embarrassed "Just friends..."

Just friends.... Sirius had to accept that.

"Don't worry!" the lady said, as she put her books back "I've worked with gay couples as well..." but then she stopped talking when she saw Sirius and Remus. She stared like she had found something interesting. Sirius felt naked.

The woman smiled.

"I see what's happening here" she pointed between the two.

Sirius couldn't avoid blushing. Remus seemed embarrassed and confused as well.

"Aha!" the lady clapped their hands making them jump "Soulmates...."

"Soulmates?" Sirius asked hopefully.

"Of course! I can see exactly what is going on...." she added looking into her basket "I rarely encounter this kind of thing....."

Sirius and Remus looked at each other agreeing in something. This lady was crazy.

"The legend..." she kept saying.

"What legend?" Remus asked.

"Ha!" the woman exclaimed showing them a red wool string.

Sirius and Remus frowned.

"Amm..." Remus spoke for the both of them "We don't want to buy anything..."

The woman laughed.

"The legend of the red string.... I can see the string tying you two up"

"What legend?" Sirius asked curiously.

Remus shook his head as if to say: 'This lady is bonkers. Don't listen to her'.

"You don't know the Japanese legend of the red string?"

Sirius and Remus shook their heads.

"The legend says..." the lady began explaining with a very mythical voice, like she was meant to tell these stories "that everyone's little finger is tied to a red string..." as she said this, she tied the string into Sirius' finger before he had time to protest.

"Eh..."

"The other end of the string is tied to the little finger of someone they are connected to..."

"No no no...."

Even if Remus protested, the woman tied the other end of the string to Remus' finger.

The woman contemplated her work and smirked.

"These two people" she said pointing between them "Are meant to cross pads, to have a story together..."

Sirius and Remus gave each other shy looks.

"The string may tangle, contract or stretch but it can never break" the lady announced.

The power of her words lingered in the air. Nor Sirius or Remus knew what to say.

"The legend has become true with you two" she smiled at both of them "You're connected. You are soulmates. Meant to fall in love"

Sirius blinked in surprise. The way the woman was saying it with such conviction kind of made Sirius want it to be true.

His cheeks went on fire as he gave Remus a side glance.

But Remus didn't seem to be pleased. He was red as a tomato too. But he seemed offended. He snorted.

"Right..." Remus said "We are not even together..." he pulled the string and Sirius' finger hurt.

"Ouch!"

"Can you take this off?" Remus asked the woman.

The lady just seemed amused.

"I bet you've been apart several times but always had found your way back to each other"

Sirius almost gapsed. It was true. They got separated when they were kids and found each other again six years later. They fell in love. Then after they broke up, they didn't speak for five years. And here they were, back together in this beach.

Was it fate?

Remus got even more red if possible.

"That's ridiculous!" he snapped "We said we don't want to buy anything, miss"

Of course Remus reacted this way. He had gotten over Sirius, right?

"The string will always pull you together" the lady hummed.

Remus pulled the string to his side. Sirius groaned in pain.

"Ouuu... Rem!"

"Sorry, Sirius. I'm taking this off"

But it seemed kind of impossible to untie the string. The more Remus tried, the more it tighten. And it hurt. Sirius felt like his finger was getting purple with no circulation.

"Oh Remus, it hurts! Take it off!"

"I'm trying! I am bloody trying!"

"Let me do it!"

"No! I am almost there..."

"You are tightening it more!"

"Jesus Christ! this isn't working!" Remus groaned in exasperation.

Sirius couldn't avoid but looking at him. His soulmate. Sirius would love that. Moony being his soulmate.

Remus stopped trying and turned to the lady.

"Excuse m...."

Remus' eyes widened. Sirius turned and to his surprise, the woman was gone.

There was no sign from her around the beach. She couldn't possibly run that fast. Not with that heavy basket. The beach was practically desserted. Only the sound of the waves and the wind could be heard.

It was as if the woman had never been there. Or as if she didn't exist.

Perhaps not even the string was there. Sirius turned to look. But the red string was still tied to their fingers.

"What the fuck?"

Sirius started to freak.

"Where did she go?"

Remus was the same.

"She disappeared, Remus"

Remus sighed. He was more preoccupied with untying the string off his finger.

"It doesn't come off..."

"SHE BLOODY DISAPPEARED, REMUS!"

Remus looked at him.

"Calm down!"

"How do you want me to calm down? She bloody disappeared! What the fuck was that?"

Remus pulled from the string again.

"Ouw..." Sirius hissed "What are you doing?"

"Trying to take this off..." Remus said "Let me see your side"

"Aren't you freaking out? That was really weird..."

Remus pulled from the string, pulling Sirius closer. For a second, Sirius felt as if time stopped. He looked into Remus' eyes and he felt some sort of magic pulling towards him. Sirius forgot how to breath.

"Don't worry" Remus said in a mild tone. Sirius wanted to melt "She was just a crazy woman trying to sell us something"

"If she wanted to sell us something, why did she disappear before we bought something?"

Remus pursed his lips. Sirius had a point.

"Was she a witch?"

Remus swallowed "My mum used to believe in witches... She used to tell me creepy stories about women like her..."

"Are fucking kidding me?"

Remus nodded "I didn't want to say it but I think that woman cursed us" he raised his hand, showing the string "This is a curse"

Sirius started panicking.

"We need to take this off!! Quickly!"

"I am afraid is too late, Sirius"

"What?" Sirius asked "What kind of curse is it? What is going to happen?"

Remus went pale.

"We might die...."

"What?"

Sirius frowned, this didn't make any sense. What about that soulmate bullshit then?

That's when Remus began laughing.

"Oh my God, your face, Sirius" Remus giggled.

Sirius pursed his lips.

"Fucking hell, Moony!! It was not funny!"

He started hitting Remus' shoulder while he laughed.

"You were like: 'Oh! We're going to die!"

Sirius hit him more as Remus kept laughing.

"Wanker!" But Sirius was smiling like a fool.

Sirius accidently pulled the string and Remus hissed in pain.

"I can't believe we cannot take this off"

Remus sighed.

"That woman was weird though"

"Where did she go?"

Remus shrugged "Maybe she ran off when she saw we weren't buying anything"

"That doesn't make any sense"

Remus shrugged again.

"We will need some scissors..."

Sirius stared at Remus with a smile. He could pretend they were destined to be while they were tied together. Only for a second.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" Sirius asked before he could stop himself.

Remus looked at him.

"Why? Do you think what she said about us is true?"

Sirius blushed. But he smiled.

"Do you?"

Remus blushed as well.

As they looked into each other's eyes again, there was some sort of magnetism pulling them closer. Sirius got lost in Remus' caramel eyes. He was hypnotized and all he wanted was to kiss him.

"Eh... Moony?"

"Yeah?"

How could you be so stupid? A voice said inside his brain. Why did you let him go? Remus might be the love of your life.

While he thought this, Sirius felt goosebumps all over his body. A rush of adrenaline as if someone had electrocuted him.

Just a few inches away. Sirius had to kiss him. He had to or he would die.

He closed his eyes at the same time as Remus. Bloody meant to be.

His Moony...

"What's up, losers?!" a voice said "Do I interrupt something?"

For a second Sirius thought it was the witch who was back. So he jumped and pulled away from Remus as fast as he could, but he had to stop in pain because they were still tied to each other.

But the one speaking was only Marlene.

Marlene looked amused between the two. And then she spotted the red string and raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Both boys started explaining at the same time.

"Oh my God!"

"You won't believe what happened..."

"She was a witch, Marlene, I swear"

"She tied us up!"

"Talking about some soulmate bullshit...."

"Which we don't believe..."

"Which we don't believe at all..."

"Obviously...."

"Dah, it is so stupid!"

Marlene was still open mouthed looking between the two. But then she just bursted out laughing.

"Oh bloody hell...." she laughed so hard, she even grabbed her belly "Only you would come up with a such a lame excuse to be close again...." she caught her breath with some snorts "Just cut with the sexual tension and snog already!"

Sirius gapsed. He was used to Marlene's rawness by now. Sharing a flat with her for three years. But he still felt his cheeks on fire. Remus on the other hand was kind if purple.

"Marlene! We swear there was a witch!"

"Why would we tie ourselves?" Remus asked.

Marlene waved her hand now uninterested. She sat down in the sand, sighing profoundly.

"Where's everyone else?" she asked "I am bloody hungry"

Sirius groaned. He looked at Remus, who shook his head. One thing was clear. None of their friends would believe them. They would think it was some stupid plan to get closer to each other again. Everyone knew their history. It didn't mean it had to happen again.

And if Grant were to find about this... God, Sirius was so embarrassed.

Thinking Remus was his soulmate. It was bloody stupid. Nothing could happen between again. Not as much as Sirius wanted to. Not as much as Sirius loved him. Because Sirius loved him. He was still in love with Remus.

"Hello darlings!" They saw James and Lily waving at them.

"We got scones for everyone!" Mary said approaching from the other side.

"They are amazing!" Peter added.

"Thank God!" Marlene exclaimed.

Sirius and Remus smiled at each other.

'Ready to be teased?' Remus' smile said.

'Can't wait' Sirius' smile answered.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

It’s done!!!!

My contribution to the hanging Buck and Eddie is on the ladder creative outpouring!! I contemplated adding a red string of fate but decided against it for now!

[basicallyahedgehog]

Today marks one year of the incomparable @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm making this little corner of the world a better place. Joy, you were one of the very earliest Drarry accounts that I followed, in what I realise now must have been your 2nd or 3rd week of posting. I found you through 25 days of Drarry, and stayed for your your beautiful art and even more beautiful heart and soul.

It has been such a blessing and a privilege to watch you grow as an artist and a person over the last year. Every piece of art, every word that you post leaves me feeling raw, like all of my nerves are exposed, in the very best way. Your brain never stops blowing me away.

So happy anniversary, my friend. Thank you for being your incredible self and making so many lives brighter just by being here. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little sequel to The Strings That Weave Us.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Links to sources can be found on AO3

Draco sat in the back of his little shop, fingers stitching intricate designs onto fresh linen with utmost precision. These would not be the first handfasting cords that he had embroidered, but they were by far the most important. In less than a week he and Harry would be formalising their betrothal, and Draco was determined to give Harry the best cords in England. 

Blue, for patience and devotion.

He grinned as he pulled the new length of thread through the eye of the needle. Between Harry’s stubbornness and his own prickly personality, patience had been something that they had needed in spades when they had first come together. Draco had quickly discovered, though, that he could be infinitely patient when it came to Harry.

Harry, who waited quietly until Draco was ready to make their relationship public, even though he had been bursting to share his love for Draco with the world. Harry, who still seemed to expect Draco to leave after every nightmare, every panic attack. Harry, who never once raised his voice in anger, who never let Draco go to bed without telling him he loved him. 

No, patience came easily when it came to Harry, the natural outpouring of the devotion Draco felt towards his incredible man.

Grey for balance.

From day one, it seemed like the whole world had been waiting for them to implode. Even their loved ones had expressed concern when they first started dating, worried that they were too different in the ways that mattered most. 

But it was those differences that had made their relationship so strong.

Harry was a morning person, practically bouncing out of bed to make Draco’s requisite three cups of coffee. By 8pm, though, Draco was bundling him under their duvet, watching Harry’s sleep-slack features as he read or worked for another two hours.

Harry went soft over any living creature. The tiny kittens he found shivering under a bush now hunted rats in the Grimmauld Place basement. Their garden was tended lovingly as Harry spoke to the plants, telling them about his day and his plans for the little patch of soil. Every person Harry crossed paths with left with a lighter heart, and almost always a fuller stomach.

Draco went soft over things. Coffee mugs were placed tenderly back on their shelves, matching sets together so they wouldn’t be lonely. Books were dusted weekly, in case their allergies flared. Every year Harry would bring Draco another plushie for their anniversary, and Draco would tenderly tuck them into place on the sun bed — not the spare bed, never spare when his little friends sunbaked on top of one of Molly’s quilts. 

Harry’s emotions were big, were loud. Bounces in place, clapping hands, exuberant yells. Shuddering gasps, heart-rending screams, gut wrenching sobs. Slammed doors and kicked chairs, melodramatic apologies with big bouquets of flowers. 

Draco’s emotions were small, quiet, secret. Trembling finders and shaky limbs, lips pressed tightly together. A rigid spine, a face towards the wall, the inward curl of shoulders. A hand carding through hair, lips on cheeks, a single rose in a vase.

Yes, they were different, but it was what made them work, perfectly balanced against each other. 

Pink for unity and truth.

And for his hair, Draco thought with a chuckle, starting on the third interweaving design. Once, about a year ago, Draco had let the charm fade, his natural blonde peeking through the fairy-floss pink. Harry had sulked for days, singing dirges to his peonies and curling up with the cats for hours on end, refusing to speak to Draco.

The pink had stayed.

It was one of their greatest strengths, Draco thought, that they never concealed anything from the other. They hadn’t even made it to a “proper” proposal, the thought of keeping such a secret — a good one though it was — from each other so unnatural. 

Every thought, they shared with each other. Every fear, every doubt, every self-recrimination. Every dream and hope and decision were shared and cradled and made together. 

It was their greatest strength, and Draco’s greatest joy.

He felt a smile tug at the edges of his mouth as he stitched, the pink the exact colour of Harry’s cheeks when he blushed. 

Pink for rosy cheeks, soft lips, the tips of his own ears when he was embarrassed. Pink for cotton-candy kisses and Teddy’s hair yesterday and the flowers that Harry grew in the spring.

Pink for the colour of his love.

Green for prosperity and health.

And Slytherin, Draco thought ruefully. Green to remind him of his roots and how far he had come. Green to remind him of the good sides of ambition and cunning, and to warn him of the dangers. 

Green for prosperity, not in wealth, but in love and laughter, in bright sunshiny days and soft, tender nights. 

Green for prosperity shared. With friends, family, strangers in the street who looked like they needed a lift. Shared with schools and orphanages and animal shelters.

Shared with each other, always.

Green for health, of body, mind and spirit. Health for their relationship, that it never go stagnant. For the strength to push through the unhealthy times, determined to be healthier and wiser on the other side.

Green for Harry’s eyes, for the mother he never knew.

Red for passion and strength.

It had been the first colour Draco had chosen. Red for his Gryffindor, his Lion in word and in deed. Red for the strength of Harry’s devotion, his emotion, his conviction.

Draco wasn’t a strong man, he knew that. He was easily hurt and easily swayed. He gave up when the going got tough. Until Harry swept in and showed him true strength. Until Harry encouraged him and challenged him and loved him enough that he forgot what it was like to give up.

Forgot what it was like to feel weak and helpless.

Red for the blood shed on both sides, that they may never forget what brought them here. Red for the father Harry could not remember, for the uncles he doesn’t have enough memories of. 

Red for the Weasleys, the strength of their love holding them together on the worst days. Draco had been nervous that first summer after the war, when Aunt Andromeda had orchestrated first his friendship with Harry and then his integration into the Weasley clan. He hadn’t deserved their love, their compassion — still didn’t think he did, in his deepest, darkest thoughts — but they had given it anyway. Strong and steadfast, unwavering in their loyalty first to Harry and then to him. 

They had shown him what it was like to be truly passionate about a cause — what it was to be passionate for a person.

And then Harry had shown him another kind of passion, burning hot, bubbling under the surface, ready to explode at any given moment. A passion shown through tender caresses and whispered endearments as much as it was through lips on lips and skin on skin, sweat-soaked and feverish. 

A passion that matched their string, the shiny red on the vast tapestry of their family, around their wrists. Binding them to each other, and to everyone they loved. 

Draco ran his fingers over the finished embroidery, admiring the contrast and harmony of the various colours. Green for family, blue for godfamily, grey for the beloved deceased. The pink of soft hair and softer lips.

The red of his soulmate, his heart-mate, the love of his life. 

As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound.

Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibers, are all the hopes of your friends and family, and of yourselves, for your new life together.

With the fashioning of this knot do I tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last.

In the joining of hands and the fashion of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another.

By this cord you are thus bound to your vow.

May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last.

May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger.

May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths.

As any child discovers when they are learning to tie their own shoes, the first move is to cross the ends.

As your hands are bound by this cord, so is your partnership held by the symbol of this knot.

May it be granted that what is done before the gods be not undone by man.

Two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, by hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation, all of which brings strength to this union.

Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad, and watch as your strength grows.

[flyingmishmeshincognito]

snstober

Day 13: fighting together/inseparable

Is it the middle of summer where they are? Yes.

Are people giving them weird looks for wearing a scarf together in the middle of summer? Probably.

Is that gonna stop them from wearing their scarf together in the middle of summer? No, no it won't.

[live-in-salt]

There are no puzzle pieces to snap together, and im no more or less of anything with or without you. But no matter what happens i carry you with me now. Even in the small ways like how we wear each others jackets and hats. I wear your mannerisms, and your jokes. I now have your interests. You now have my music taste. We subsume and consume one another. We explore each other by exploring ourselves and vice versa. The process of loving you is a mapping of a vast expanse and it is the creation itself of that expanse, an infinitum. Loving you is a fluidity of the self. I try out new ways of living through you. I see through your eyes. My life doubles by virture of sharing it with you. We finish each others sentences and joke that were the same person but its truer than we have the language to describe. My selfhood blurs into yours; Im not half of a whole, but together we are a whole. You could draw a straight line from one end of me to the other end of you, no breaks. And why shouldnt we travel that line?

[spirit-of-anime]

When the red string of fate connects you to some guy but you swear you’re not gay ~

Akai Ito no Shikkou Yuuyo

[theultimategoodgirl]

- The Youthful You Who Was So Beautiful, (movie adaptation, "Better Days"