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The newest contribution to LeoAce hell, made by me, your dearest cult leader.

Ruggie had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that, "You're really telling me that you gifted a freshman— a freshman that doesn't even belong to Savanaclaw— a bracelet that cost more than an arm and a leg?" "Why the hell are you so pressed about it?" Leona growls in return as he looks up the second time, annoyingly that is, and stares at Ruggie like he's talking to an idiot. "It ain't got nothing to do with you."

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I just reread the Heart Monopoly on Ao3 and found realized that I was dumb enough to not go into detail bout how Leona and Ace actually got involved in the first place (real sr, I was writing that at 3am) so I might go back to add a chapter 3 to that thing later

[lummyzzz]

LO AND BEHOLD I AM NOT DEAD

Jokes aside I'm sorry for disappearing midway like that, I was struggling;;; a lot;;; with life and stuff but luckily things got done and I moved on so (hopefully) this weekend I would be able to write Lionheart again (no promises though)

Whoever is still here, I'm really grateful of ya 😭

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I had some free time on my hands so I was going back to proofread Lionheart and realised I made our two favorite tsunderes talk about the same stuff twice lmao

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It had been fixed and updated :D

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Halloween fic for LeoAce, reposted since I had time to fix my grammar now.

"What, are you wearing?" Ace asked confusedly, standing over the mirror where they had promised to meet for the impromptu date as he stared blankly at Leona and his obscene choice of clothing for the day.

The freshman swears, when they had decided over the phone that they were gonna have a last-minute date for Halloween this year and skip all the bullshits NRC'S festival traditions, his boyfriend had decided on a perfectly normal outfit - his yellow uniform with the buttons opened, like always - not, well, whatever this whole drape of dress suit and coat is supposed to be.

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