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    A Low-Effort Account of High-Stakes Nonsense

    Holly is done with saving the world. After a war, funeral after funeral, and one unfortunate wish made to a magical room with no sense of boundaries, she ends up somewhere very far from home—and very much someone else’s problem.

    Now she runs a not-entirely-legal bakery in a city where flour is political, dragons are supposed to be terrifying (hers is the size of a teacup), and minding your own business is practically a crime. She’s got no interest in thrones, titles, or noble nonsense.

    Which is exactly why the nobles won’t leave her alone.

    All Holly wants is to survive, stay unimportant, and keep her pastry case full. But when a certain highborn woman starts showing up for tea, Holly finds herself dragged—reluctantly—into court gossip, royal secrets, and a mess big enough to topple a kingdom.

    She didn’t come here to change the world. But the world keeps showing up at her door.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    “What the fuck, Malfoy?” Ron bellowed. “Stop kissing her.” He rounded on Hermione then, his face screwed up in outrage and confusion. “What did you do that for?”

    Dazed, Hermione blinked at him, absently thinking he looked a bit like a gaping fish.

    “Oh,” Malfoy smirked. “I do apologize. I spent the summer at our French Chateau and kissing is a customary greeting in France.” He didn’t look remotely repentant.

    “I didn’t see you kissing anyone else like that,” Ron spat, still eyeing Hermione suspiciously.

    “Hm?” Malfoy asked, distracted, looking at Hermione, his knuckles brushing her cheek.

    Hermione felt hot all over.

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    Draco returns from a summer in France with an insatiable thirst to French kiss Hermione (especially in front of one Ron Weasley).

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    06 Jul 2026

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    Rhaenyra comes to suspect that her father might favor his bastard son instead of her when she is just seven and a half years old.

     

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    Two years before the birth of Princess Rhaenyra, a son with blond curls and violet eyes is born in the Reach.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    Aizawa fixes the villain Dabi with a deadpan glare.

    “So you’re telling me that you are Todoroki Touya. And you are here,” Aizawa heaves a heavy sigh. “To visit Todoroki Shouto. For family day.”

    Dabi nods. The man is wearing a normal civilian outfit and a surprisingly convincing red wig. Honestly, Aizawa might've even fallen for the disguise…if it weren’t for the distinctive scars and surgical staples.

    Seriously. They’re a dead giveaway.

    “Sorry, I can’t let you in,” Aizawa says. He can’t believe he has to say this. “Since you are clearly the villain Dabi. That would be a violation of security and safety regulations.”

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    30 Jun 2026

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    He sighed and collapsed into his armchair. Even from across the room, she could feel in her bones the putrid smell of ale on his breath. "I don't want to. I have to."

    "What?" she asked

    He had a dead look in his eyes. If she didn't know better, she may have been speaking to a living corpse. "I can't win. I can't escape. I can't scheme my way out. The Old Gods have cursed me to do this over and again, on until there's nothing left to lift the sword. I shatter myself against the walls, on and on, until it's over or I've gone mad in trying to do the impossible. The only escape is death, and I can never die."

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