Boohooligan
@boohooligan22.bsky.social
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boohooligan22.bsky.social
Shit that would’ve made way more sense ahaha. I love the idea of Hermione jumping off a cliff to avoid a forced marriage with Draco and falling into Theo’s arms! Literally didn’t even cross my mind 🤦‍♀️
boohooligan22.bsky.social
She was alive. And by the gods, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He sat back, water dripping from his hair, chest heaving. Her lashes fluttered; amber eyes met his, dazed and shining.

“Captain Nott,” she breathed.

He grinned. “At your service, love.”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
Theo didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at the threat.

Hooking his fingers beneath the wet corset laces, he tore the silk apart in one wrench, scattering pearls across the jetty.

Her chest jerked, a wet gasp breaking from her lips.

All at once, colour rushed back into the world.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
“Come on, sweetheart,” he rasped, shaking her. “Breathe.”

His eyes fell to the cruel cage of her corset. He pressed a tattooed hand to her chest, feeling nothing but the suffocating grip of whalebone.

“Touch her again and the commodore will take those hands at the wrists,” Crabbe warned.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
Breaking through, he hauled her onto the dock like treasure from a wreck. Her skin was moon-pale, lips blue.

“Hands off her, Pirate,” Goyle hissed, though Theo ignored him.

He knew this woman; everyone in the Caribbean did. She was Governor Granger’s daughter, the promised bride of Lord Weasley.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
The sea slammed into him, cold and unforgiving, but he cut through it until he found her; dark hair floating like spilled ink, wedding gown dragging her down. He caught her by the waist and kicked for the surface, lungs burning.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
“We— we can’t swim,” Goyle stammered.

Theo’s laugh was bitter as sea salt. “Pride of the King’s Navy, you are.”

He shoved his pistol and hat into Crabbe’s chest. “Try not to shoot each other.”

Then he dove.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
For a heartbeat he thought it was a curtain, then a scream cut through the air and the shape twisted mid-fall.

A woman.

She hit the water with a sound that silenced the docks.

Theo lurched forward, nearly dragging his captors with him. “Well?” he barked. “Will you be saving her, then?”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
Theo tuned him out, eyes drifting to the cliff above the harbour. The Governor’s mansion glittered there, a gaudy jewel against the sky.

Then something broke the light.

In slow motion, a shimmer of white silk tumbled over the balustrade.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
Commodore Potter would arrive soon to deliver the charges, and by sundown, Theo would hang. Unless, of course, he found yet another way to escape.

“Piracy,” Crabbe mused, counting Theo’s crimes on his thick fingers. “Smuggling. Theft of Crown property—”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
#hpspicetober #Theomione
Pirate Au | That one scene in Pirates of the Caribbean | TW Drowning

Theo had been in tighter binds before, though few so dull as this one. Crabbe and Goyle, the Royal Navy’s finest bricks of meat, each had a fist locked around his arms on the sun-baked docks of Port Royal.
dearmrskara.bsky.social
HP Spicetober 2025
Day 15: Breathe
#hpspicetober2025 #hpspicetober

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makaykirei.bsky.social
“What say you, Ms. Granger?” 🌵

#dramione #fallout #ghoulcy #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #theghoul #lucymaclean #fanart #falloutfanart
boohooligan22.bsky.social
🤭🤭 I’ve been reading so many historical au’s lately that I literally couldn’t resist
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spookyandcooky.bsky.social
Got milk? 🥛 #kinktober #dramione #fanart #dracomalfoy
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chaosandcodices.bsky.social
It's @thedramioneeffect.bsky.social's birthday today and a little fest was organized in her honor because OF COURSE. Have at it! (My contribution is the kind of Draco your mother warned you against) archiveofourown.org/collections/...
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dreomionedarling.bsky.social
#hpspicetober2025 | #Theomione | OBSESSION (day14)

Theo heard Hermione’s breathing turn heavy after his words, felt the contraction of her throat beneath his fingers as she swallowed nervously.
dearmrskara.bsky.social
HP Spicetober 2025
Day 14: Cut
#hpspicetober2025 #hpspicetober

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boohooligan22.bsky.social
A low chuckle escaped him. “Nothing could keep me from returning to witness that beautiful frown, or the music of your voice when you chide me.”

Her laugh trembled. “Fool.”

He caught her hand, pressed a kiss to her cut, and whispered against her skin…

“I’ll never leave you, Hermione.”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
The breath left his chest all at once. Slowly, he reached for her, calloused fingers brushing over her cheek before sliding into her hair. “It will never be me, my love.”

Hermione’s gaze held his, steady and knowing. “No man is immune to death, Draco. Not even you.”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
“Promise me something,” Draco went on. “Never set foot on that field again. I’ll send men to help you gather the wounded, but you must be safe.”

A sad smile tugged at her lips. “But then how am I to know?”

He frowned. “Know what?”

“If you’re one of the dead.”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
“Every one of those men gave their lives for peace,” he said quietly, voice softened by grief. “And one day, the war will end. The kingdom will heal, the fields will grow green again, and they will be honoured as heroes.”

The pledge of peace felt hollow when the air still stank of smoke and death.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
Outside, distant shouts echoed across the encampment: the groans of the wounded, the clang of metal as new swords were forged. Inside, the silence between them cut deeper than any blade.

Draco took the knife from her hand with disarming gentleness, wiping her blood from its edge with his thumb.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
“I don’t need your counsel,” she said curtly. “I’ve stitched up worse.”

He stepped closer, eyes flicking from her hand to her face. “You shouldn’t have ventured onto the battlefield today.”

“You shouldn’t have lost half your battalion, someone had to collect the bodies.”
boohooligan22.bsky.social
“You’re hurt,” came a low voice behind her; rich, smooth, and utterly unwelcome.

Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway of the medical tent, armour half-undone, platinum hair dishevelled from battle. He looked far too composed for a man who’d nearly died that morning.
boohooligan22.bsky.social
She froze, eyes fixed on the bright bloom of crimson. As if she hadn’t seen enough blood today, she’d gone and wasted her own. With a sharp inhale, she turned the knife back to the linen, sawing strips of bandage with steady, efficient strokes. The cut stung, but she welcomed the pain.