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Tell it to the Marines Canon Bonus
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Chapter 42.5
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Ace stares at the offending item as if it burns, hands twitching but he doesn't dare touch.
He half expects Riskua to come flying in through the window or the door (or hell even through the wall à la Garp style) and give him the stink eye. But that doesn't happen.
That doesn't mean that Ace has drummed up the courage to move the offending item that rests upon his bed, half hidden beneath the pillowcase.
He's going to kill Sabo, because only that idiot would dare do this.
He ignores the memory of his goodbye with Riskua, forcibly pushes down the questions (why, why did she kiss him, does it mean anything, does she do that with everyone, does she do that with just him, there's so many questions) to instead swear vengeance upon his brother.
Because he knows the blond shit is behind the lacy black garment on his bed.
Holy shit, what is he going to do with it? He can't just throw it out; that feels like sacrilege, like he's throwing a physical piece of Riskua away like she means nothing. This belongs to her.
But fuck if he's delivering it back to her; that'd be seven levels of awkward.
Why the hell is his only option to keep it? What the fuck is wrong with the world? He's going to have to move it off his bed at some point, some point soon too. Ace wants to sleep and he wants to go to sleep soon.
Sucking in a breath, the Second Division Commander hesitantly steps forward, forcibly swallowing the lump in his throat. It's still there on his bed, sitting there, taunting him. Like a visual representation of Sabo's taunting laughter, the sound of which he can hear loud and clear in his mind.
It's just underwear, Ace tells himself, fingers twitching. It's not like it's even a pair of panties, it's just a bra.
True the bra's one of the most risqué things he's ever seen, all transparent lace with only a handful of strategically placed lines of solid black fabric that leaves both nothing and everything to the imagination, but Ace can handle this.
He's not going to be undone by a bra, by his crush's best friend's bra. She's a girl, she wears bras. She's left one here (by Sabo's hand, he's seriously going to kill the blond one day) and he can damn well move it off his bed.
It's light as fuck in his hands; Riskua doesn't need as much support as the handful of women Ace's been with before; all their bras had been heavier, though admittedly they'd had a lot to hold up. If this flimsy thing is all that Riskua's wearing, then her breasts obviously don't need the suppo-
"No, stop thinking about it!" Ace presses his face into his hands, only to tear them away a second later because he's still holding the bra and that's weird as fuck.
But that leaves him staring at the garment in his hands just in time for Marco to poke his head through the doorway.
"Ace, yoi, we're-" The First Division Commander cuts himself off, eyes fixed on Ace whose eyes are fixed on the bra even as horror coils in his gut.
"Not your lovers, huh?" And he's gone before Ace can correct him.
God damn it, he's going to kill Sabo.
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So, decided to upload some of the tumblr Bonuses here (ranging from actual 'canon' happenings in TittM, to AU stuff with the characters). Not all of them, but some of the more complete, finished ones. I'll tag the mature content ones with a NSFW in the chapter title.
Enjoy,
Tsume
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