Redstringsoffate Stories

"Some love stories are meant to last a lifetime... but ours was destined to span across lifetimes." She was a princess who loved her bodyguard-a forbidden love that ended in tragedy. Betrayed, broken, and lost in war, their love was stolen by fate. But death was not the end. Centuries later, they are reborn-no longer a princess and a bodyguard, but something far more dangerous. He is now a king of a mafia kingdom, and she is the daughter of the mafia. The past still lingers in their souls, pulling them together and tearing them apart at the same time. But fate is not done playing its cruel games. The one who once destroyed them- a prince obsessed with her-has also returned, determined to make her his at any cost. In a world of power, vengeance, and secrets, will their love survive this time? Or will history repeat itself, once again drowning them in blood and betrayal? She shouldn't be here. And yet, she stood before him-fire against ice, defiance against control. Neel Graves tightened his grip around the crystal glass, watching the way Scarlett's gaze never wavered. She was always like this-fearless, reckless, tempting fate like she wasn't born to be destroyed by him. Or maybe, she knew the truth. That no matter how many lifetimes passed, no matter how many times destiny tore them apart, he would always find her. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say something?" Scarlett's lips curled into a smirk, arms crossed like she wasn't standing in the den of a monster. His jaw clenched. Damn her. She was the only one who could set his world on fire and watch it burn. And the worst part? He would let her. Again and again. Because Scarlett wasn't just a woman. She was a curse. A ghost of the past. A promise of destruction. And Neel Graves? He was already doomed.

After an encounter with the actual god Eros' child, Tim gains the ability to see the red strings of fate. But there's a drawback. If he rejects his own soul mate a curse of flowers will blossom to his heart. Info: •JayTim •JonDami •BatCat -Red Strings of Fate -Soulmates -Hanahaki Disease

Bakugou has always been able to see the red strings that hung of everyone's pinkies, only about 15% of the population had this ability. Not even his parents had this ability, it just happened randomly without any sort of warning. Each one of the strings was leading to a possible soulmate, but if they were to find their true soulmate, the other strings faded away. Unfortunately, Bakugou was not as lucky as others, he didn't have any strings. Of course, non of that mattered to him anyways, since it was always his goal to become the number one hero. But would those feelings change once he meets a particular red head at a hero school? //I'm not good at writing descriptions, my bad. If you couldn't tell already, since I'm really bad at explaining, this is a soulmate au, red strings of fate. I'm going to try my best to make this a slow-burn kind of fanfic, but that's kind of really hard for me since I like to jump right into things. I hope it's at least good enough to be readable, and I hope you enjoy reading this! Inspired by: "All I See Is Red And I Fucking Hate It" by L-Chan_

Low self-esteem wasn't something Eijirou Kirishima liked to admit to having. It wasn't manly. It wasn't strong. It certainly wasn't heroic, but after struggling with his crippling self-doubt for a lifetime things finally seem to be turning around when he's accepted into UA, a miracle he refuses to give himself credit for. Katuski Bakugou refuses to allow himself to be weak enough to show his own low self-image. His frantic drive to be the best - and the only best - is manic and self destructive, so when he gets into UA and is anything but the top student he finds his explosive attitude worse than normal. Somehow, when these two boys met - drawn together as though by forces outside of the realm of the natural - they both seem to find themselves healing from their own damage.

I'm that one girl who sits in the back of the class. That one girl who gets all the answers right. That one girl who no one sees. That one girl who everyone expects to have her head in a book or searching up how to speak fluent Japanese. But I'm not. Yeah I'm smart, but not the 'nerd' everyone thinks I am. Nerd is such a misused word. People are smart because they help themselves reach that level. I love to read, well I used to. Before this happened. Have you ever heard that everyone has a red string tied to their small fingers; and the other end is tied to your soulmate. It can never be broken, and it can be any length. It's just a myth that no-one believes. But I do. I believe everyone has a soulmate. Even if they live the other side of the universe, you will still find them. No matter what.

•no foot ball • au of red string of fate • hurt mostly hurt and comfort slightly like almond on cake _______ Struck with greed of feeling that sadness is only what he owns his life finds in the one who feels as if summer is what he can give back to Meguru inside and he did, but he stole more too the man Bachira loved like Icarus turned his summer in him of peace to the burning summer of mid July which burns him more than anyone.

In which the delinquent yet lonely Seungcheol, prankster yet warm-hearted Jeonghan and innocent yet playful Jisoo was bound by the Hanahaki Strings. The legendary flower strings of fate. A Seventeen fanfiction for y'all! Mainly JiHanCheol (Jisoo, Jeonghan and Seungcheol) Warning: vomiting of flowers and violence Book cover by: _irma_tonks_ Started: July 23, 2020 Finished: