Redstring Stories

❝ 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. ❞ ════════════════ [female reader.] in a past life, you were someone he vowed to protect. someone he lost. he was the other end of your string. now, centuries later, you live a new life as huntrix's music producer. within the walls of the studio, you're known for your ear for harmony, your devotion to the girls. but when night falls, you're something else entirely. hiding behind glitz and glamor, you were a hunter. a fighter. a part of the huntrix who kills demons and protects the honmoon. you were unaware of your past life though, nor the boy who's been searching for you ever since. but fate works it ways when you meet him again. baby saja, the youngest of the saja boys with quiet eyes, cheeky personality, and a burden too heavy for his heart. he remembers everything. you remember nothing. but your soul still aches when he says your name. that's when you noticed the end of your string attached to his. ════════════════ status: [on-going] date started: 07/26/2025 date ended: --/--/---- book cover by: @yon9hee @𝙇𝙫𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙖 2025

Let's get lost together. Share my pain, frustrations, and happiness. Let's all find her-my greatest love. Love, Reign STATUS: COMPLETE Filipino-English

Red String Theory #1 | On-Going How can you possibly believe into something that you're not sure existed? How can you believe into something that was the reason why you are broken? Faith is a matter of believing to something you can not sure is real. How can you possibly believe something you cannot see? It's like a battle between a sword and a thin air: you would end up cutting yourself. For Hiraya, the red string theory is just a myth that people foolishly followed for centuries. It's a trick in the mind; a something so dumb to believe with. There was a thin line between faith and insanity, and she refuse to step in any of those. Red string. The tie in the finger. The connection between two people destined by the universe. The strong force of loving the unknown and unfamiliar. The uncertainty of following events, situations, circumstances. The risk for something too scary, yet so wonderful. Can Hiraya find her way into believing that two people are actually destined to be together? After all the heartbreaks, pains, and suffering... can she find the peace that she's longing for? Started: March 11, 2024

Hogwart is the same except you meet your soulmate with a red string. the red string will either make two people come together or fall apart. what could go wrong when Draco's time comes? *CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED* I apologize but this story is currently discontinued for now because of my lack of motivation and writer's block warnings ⚠: •possible swearing •possible fluff •bad grammer/bad writer (I was born unskilled and not very talented) •drarry (I'm sorry if you weren't looking for this ship) •other possible ships (Ronmione, pansmione, blairon, bleneville, etc...) •possible 2nd hand embarrassment •possibly cringy •possible possible's (Siruisly) •NO ABUSE OR ANYTHING SIMILAR •voldy moldy is D E A D (HAHA TAKE THAT YOU WRINKLY BUTT) • PLEASE. BE. KIND. (Rude or offensive comments will be removed •no one important dies, I promise • a drop of angst (probably not) The cover was drawn by ME the cover is by Drxrry_Taylor (which is ME) If used please ask permission Used IbisPaint X heHE (imagine Micheal Jackson's heHE) enjoy!

That one gacha red string soulmate trend mixed with an honkai star rail and alice in borderland crossover. This fic is not focused on phaidei only, as it takes a while for mydei to be introduced in the borderlands. Focused on Castopher too (cipher x castorice for my yuri lovers) lowk doomed though. Might be ooc idfk Originally on my ao3 but decided to post it on here too

In a city full of noise, two opposite souls find themselves drawn into each other's quiet chaos, as if some connections are meant to find their way back, no matter how unlikely. Arnav Iyer, 25, is a warm-hearted entrepreneur and the owner of a multi-concept bookstore, a place where stories breathe, plants grow, and happiness is baked fresh every day. A natural sunshine, he believes life always offers something beautiful, even in its darkest corners. Yet behind his easy smiles and optimism lie unspoken wounds, turmoils he carries quietly, choosing to heal others while keeping his own pain locked away. Dhriti Sharma, 20, is a reserved and grumpy final-year BBA student, fiercely independent and driven by her dream of building something of her own. Guarded by past wounds, she keeps the world at arm's length, finding comfort in solitude, mountains, unfamiliar cultures, and fleeting escapes into nature. When their paths cross, it's anything but smooth, yet something about it feels strangely inevitable. Five years apart in age, opposite in temperament yet strikingly similar at heart, Arnav and Dhriti clash, resist, and misunderstand each other. What begins as irritation slowly turns into an unspoken pull, subtle, messy, and impossible to ignore. As buried traumas resurface and emotional walls begin to crack, they are forced to confront truths they've long avoided: about vulnerability, about healing, and about love that doesn't arrive loudly, but stays, patiently. Some connections don't fix you. They simply sit with you while you learn to breathe again. Threads of Fate: Weaving Destiny is a slow-burn romance about opposites who collide, quiet chaos, and souls that recognize each other, long before they understand why.

Tadhana. Karamihan sa atin ay naniniwalang nakaguhit na ang ating kapalaran magmula pa man nang ipinanganak tayo. Maaring tama, maaring hindi. Si Keith ay nagmula sa pamilyang mapamahiin at naniniwala sa guhit ng tadhana. Ang kanyang mga ninuno ay minsan nang naparusahan ng kalangitan, at hanggang ngayon ay dala-dala ito ng pamilya n'ya at kasama n'yang tumatakbo sa buhay. Ngunit naging tulong ito para matagpuan nila ang magiging kabiak ng buhay nila. Makatutulong rin kaya ito upang makikilala n'ya ang itinakda sakan'ya sa kabila ng estado n'ya sa buhay? Ongoing.

This is only their personas. Only. Their. Personas. In a world where people have a red string that connects them to their soulmates, there are two people bound by a thin red rope, destined to die young. If you are uncomfortable with LGBTQ, death, blood, depression, and self-harm please leave, this stupid excuse for a story has the triggers listed above included in it and I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable while reading this.

The universe will keep two people apart until the timing is right. But, You will get back to that person it can be tangled but it never break. In every dimension, universe, and in another life i want you always and enternity to be with me.

⚠︎︎"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 '𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗' 𝙸 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝"⚠︎︎ ☘︎︎"𝙰𝚑,𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒.𝙸𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚝 𝚈𝚎𝚝"☘︎︎ 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜,Soulmates are something you cherish in a toxic world.Soulmates are the true love for you. Damian Wayne always thought that they where useless and disgusting having no need to find his one true love... ...But Deepest Down he did just that... (Before u read please visit UnknownUser-CJ where I put up the first chapters of this story before I transferred the rest to this book.I sadly got hacked) (Soulmate AU) (Damian Wayne x Stiles Stilinski) (BxB)

"Some people leave footprints in the snow. Others leave brushstrokes on a canvas. And some; some leave nothing at all." Chrysander Arthur Estevan was a prodigy. A painter whose hands turned emptiness into masterpieces. But behind every canvas was a hollow man, a man who painted not out of love, but out of obligation. Until her. She was never meant to be anything more than ink on a page, a name he never cared to learn. A writer whose words had lingered in his mind long before he met her. A stranger who, in another life, might have been nothing at all. But the red string of fate is not so easily ignored. She entered his world quietly, like the sun slipping into a cold room. And suddenly, the blank canvas wasn't enough. Suddenly, color had meaning. Suddenly, time was slipping through his fingers because she was running out of it. This is not a love story. This is a story of fleeting moments, of a love too vast for the life it was given. A story of a man who once painted for the world and a woman who only ever wrote for herself. A story of what remains when love is destined to end. Because love does not stop loss. And some stories, no matter how beautiful, are meant to end in tragedy. Because when the sky forgets how to cry, the only thing left is the art of remembering. - Cara_miia

Based on true story

"Hey, do you believe in the red string?" "Oh come on, that's just another myth." ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ☆ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ This is my first book, and I'm not really good at writing, soooo please tell me if I made a mistake. I'll update whenever I can. 「Cover is Edited by Me」

What if you lived in a world where you find your soulmate 3 ways. Red string, mark, or pain. What will happen when you think you find the one but he isn't the one. Adrienette au No miraculous Notice: I do not own these characters

A collab of short stories for the Trials of Love Romance contest.

*sanegiyuu angst *Morden/ High school au (This is a bonus story :]) "You need to!" "I can't!" "You have to!" "Tomioka-" "Please!" He yelled, "please, please just forget me" he whispered, whimpering as a new onslaught of tears streamed down his face. The pale lips of his were beaten into a bloody red due to all the nibbling and biting and the shine in his eyes was getting duller. "Don't remember me, please" he begged.

One morning, Izuku and Katsuki find each other tied together by a red string. What could it possibly mean? Lol I suck at descriptions! Anyway I hoped it got you interested at least!

A bunch of imagines and random scenarios. Some are inspired by other works . All of these are fictional none of the character are owned by me.

A wandering soul with a seemingly meaningless life meets an unshakable figure, and they learn to be soulmates through long conversations on an abandoned rooftop.

There's a famous myth from Chinese Culture of a 'Red String'. The 'Red String' is an invisible line that connects one person to another, creating the term 'Soulmate' This is incorrect. At least in Nona's eyes. However, Nona is going to find that, all myths have a hint of truth. And this myth, it's almost factual. Nona wakes up, having remembered a bit of his past, his real past. But nothing about the piece of fabric that tangled from his pinkie and down to his forearm and stopped there. He was the only one who saw it, and he was the only one who saw the exact pattern on another, named Connor...