#red string au

just fyi, this got out of hand so it's long as fuck❤️ enjoy!! ->

More red string AU thoughts. I am no writer but I can yap.

Soulmate anything always comes with the caveat that it’s fate, it was meant to be. And while it can be romantic, there is the lingering question of if that wasn’t the case, would they still be a thing?

Him, looking up: ...Huh... Welp. Guess ill be alone forever! Oh well!

Pairing :) Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Warnings :) Heavy angst/ no comfort

You were sitting quietly near the West Tower, in your secret spot within the walled garden—a hidden nook where you spent most of your time.

There was something comforting about the place and the greenery that surrounded it. But you weren't alone. Grazy, your grey cat, rested peacefully in your lap.

You scratched behind his ears and smiled softly as you looked up at the stormy clouds gathering in the sky.

The sky was dark with clouds as if it'll burst out any moment.

Evening is also dense with mist making whole castle unholy by just existing in it's dimension however you'd never complain about it instead it's surreal with tinge of beauty to you because beauty lies in beholder's eye isn't it true?

Well ; It seemed like it was about to rain, so you stood up, tucked your sketchbook into your bag, slung it over your shoulder, and carried Grazy in your arms like a child as you walked back inside the castle, feeling strangely peaceful.

You had always been quiet. You didn't like talking much. But whenever it rained, a deep melancholy settled in your heart. The rain was peaceful and calming, but never truly serene. Instead, it reminded you of the emptiness inside you, inviting waves of sadness that always threatened to drown you without making a sound.

Still, you endured it.

However, it seemed as though the universe particularly hated you, because no matter how hard you tried to ignore them, they always somehow appeared right in front of you.

Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass.

Technically, they were perfect together. He was the quiet, mysterious Slytherin boy, and she was the popular Slytherin girl. But whenever you saw him with her, something felt terribly wrong. It was as if someone were tearing your heart apart. The urge to make yourself smaller, to run away, lock yourself in your room, and cry forever became almost unbearable.

You didn't want to feel this way because you didn't even know him... nor did he know you.

So why did your heart shatter into a million pieces every time you saw him holding her hand, kissing her, or simply standing beside her?

You lowered your head and fought back the tears threatening to spill. Instead, you did what you always did—you kept your head down, quietly cooing at your little pet as you walked past them, avoiding eye contact.

You swore you hadn't meant to look.

But just as Theo glanced in your direction, Daphne tilted his face toward hers and kissed him.

The tear you had been holding back slipped down your cheek, and you ran away.

His pov :(

I was holding Daphne's hand. I wasn't even interested in walking toward the West Tower, but she insisted. I rolled my eyes but didn't complain. I didn't want to argue with her.

“I swear, Theo, you act like walking a few extra steps is going to kill you,” Daphne teased, looking over her shoulder at me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Tragic, I know. I might actually survive a few minutes without being dragged somewhere I don’t want to be.”

She laughed, squeezing my hand.

I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes.

She didn’t notice.

We were walking casually when I saw her again.

Y/N L/N.

Everything inside me stopped.

For a second, the entire world became painfully quiet.

I forgot how to breathe. It was ridiculous.I didn’t even know her. Not really.

I don't even know why, but I try to avoid her as much as I can. There's something about her. Whenever I see her, my heart aches. I want to run to her, touch her... but I can't.

I'm with Daphne. She's everything I thought I wanted.

So why do I still feel empty?

As usual, I hide it behind sarcasm and coldness. But never toward her. Never.

I tried to look at her. In fact, I wanted to say hi.

But before I could, Daphne kissed me out of nowhere.

I hate it when she does that.

Especially in front of her.

I was shocked and first thing I thought about wasn’t Daphne instead It was Y/N and when I looked up, I saw her.

Her eyes. Those fucking large beautiful eyes. They weren’t angry. They weren’t accusing.They were hurt.

Like I had done something unforgivable.

Like I had broken something between us.

Something that never even existed.

Merlin....I felt sick.

And that hurts.

“Y/N—”

I almost said her name.

Almost.

But my voice died before it left my throat.

Merlin...I hate this.

She ran away from me again.

I don't even know her, so why does it feel like I betrayed myself? Like I betrayed her?

The look in her large glassy eyes felt like knives twisting in my chest. I wanted to stop her, to explain...

But explain what? I don't even know what I'd say.

I just feel... disgusting.

"Theo? Are you even listening?"

Daphne asked, crossing her arms.

I huffed and pulled my hand away from hers.

"I'll see you later."

I muttered before lighting a cigarette and walking away.

She called my name twice, but I never looked back.

I felt like my entire day had been ruined.

I needed an escape.

I just didn't know where to find one.

Your pov:(

Somehow you managed to wipe the single tear escaped your eye earlier and smile as if nothing happened greeting everyone you meet in corridor but just as you reached your dorm.

you immediately closed the door and didn't even bother to get to bed you slumped down on floor the tears you''d fought so desperately to hold back finally won.

They fell in violent, silent waves, each one carrying the weight of a grief you could neither name nor justify.

It felt absurd to mourn someone who had never been yours, yet the ache in your chest keep growing making you feel gloomy.

Every breath scraped against your ribs, every heartbeat felt like another crack splintering through something already broken beyond repair.

You pressed a trembling hand over your mouth to smother the sob threatening to escape, terrified that if you made even the smallest sound, the pain would spill out of you and flood the entire castle.

How cruel it was that he would never know he had become the reason you cried to sleep, nor that with everytime he hold or kiss her , another tiny part of you quietly buried itself.

Outside your window the clouds growled mourning with you.

supporting your loneliness atleast they're grieving with you drop by drop giving you the comfortable place you badly desire him to be.

unfortunately he's not yours but the nature is yours to share your misery with isn't it ?

Also your Grazy your little pet who too understands that you're sad didn't leave you alone just keep sitting beside you offering a silent comfort.

So you did what atmosphere nudges you to do and you didn't even know when sleep buried you with it in her slumber.

It dulls ache inside you lulling you to dreams where no one will torment you. There will be sweet lullaby only for you or that's what you desperately hope for.

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The idea that somewhere in this endless world, someone is tied to us. Someone destined. Someone inevitable. We are told that no matter how tangled the thread becomes, no matter how far it stretches, it will always lead us to the person meant for us.

And people love this story because they assume fate is kind.

They imagine soulmates.

Happy endings.

A love so powerful that two people would abandon everything else the moment they find one another.

But destiny has never promised happiness.

After all, diseases are destined too.

Wars are destined.

Tragedies are destined.

Not every inevitable thing is beautiful.

And that is what fascinates me about the Red String.

The possibility that the person tied to you is not someone you can love.

Not someone good.

Not someone safe.

What happens if your soulmate stands on the opposite side of a war?

What happens if they hurt you?

What happens if the person at the other end of the string is cruel, or selfish, or simply too different from you for love to survive?

People speak of destiny as though it removes choice, as though finding “the one” means every obstacle suddenly disappears.

But what if love and fate are not the same thing?

Imagine a child asking their mother why she never leaves the man who bruises her skin and breaks her spirit, and the mother answers:

“Because he is my fate.”

Because somewhere along the line, suffering became romanticized.

Endurance became devotion.

And destiny became a cage.

That is the horror hidden inside the Red String:

the idea that no matter how much someone destroys you, they were still meant for you.

And maybe that is why I love the trope of cutting the string.

Because for once, someone chooses themselves over destiny.

Someone looks at the thread tied around their wrist and says:

“No.”

No to suffering disguised as fate.

No to becoming smaller for someone else.

No to loving a person simply because the universe decided they belonged there.

There is something tragic and beautiful about a person trying to change themselves for the one they are tied to, reshaping every part of who they are just to become lovable enough… only for the other person to sever the thread anyway.

And there is something even sadder about those who cut their strings before they ever meet their soulmate at all.

Children raised watching their parents destroy each other.

Children taught that destiny means pain.

So they take scissors to the thread long before love ever has the chance to touch them.

Because if fate only leads to suffering, why follow it?

And yet humans are desperate creatures.

Even after cutting the string, they try to tie it again.

To someone kinder.

Safer.

Someone they chose instead of someone chosen for them.

But forced destiny leaves scars.

Sometimes people tie their broken strings to monsters.

Sometimes they mistake obsession for love.

Sometimes the very thread meant to connect them becomes the thing that strangles them.

That is why the Red String fascinates me so much.

Because red is not only the color of passion.

It is also the color of blood.

And perhaps the cruelest thing about fate is that it does not care whether the hands around your heart are gentle or violent.

Only that they were always meant to reach you.

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