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Fun fact: Chapter 475 was voted highest in a poll ranking reader's favorite cover pages, and ended up being colored by Oda and used as the cover for the first volume of One Piece Doors, which compiles the cover pages and cover stories like the color walks do for the color pages.
Just remembered how prior to finding out the real truth, Alver had thought that even if it was someone else in Cale Henituse's body, he didn't care because he liked and cherished the current Cale, whomever he may be and now I suddenly feel unwell.
"If the body possession part was true, then it would be very sad for Duke Henituse's household but not for Alver. It might seem cold, but those were Alver's honest thoughts."
So I really love 00q as a pairing - when done right it's absolute perfection. After reading Oh Mercy I Implore, I knew I had to bind it.
This is the third book of binderary for me - I still have 10 more books to go!
More photos under the cut.
Statistics:
149,791 words || 475 pages
Body text: Liberation Serif, 11 points
Titling/chapter font: Bestaline Sans
I've been meaning to outline my design process for how I decide to do books which I'll probably outline in another post.
Cover done in Neenah Illusio Laser in Cambric, headbands done in 2 colour silk, stitchery on spine using dark gold linen thread, and completed with Cricut Gold Foil HTV.
Next up for me is finishing the Hannibal bind - a bit of snafu with buying precut bookboard in the wrong direction means I have quarto books in my future.
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of drug use, human trafficking, mentions of sexual situations.
Word Count: 475
Previously On...: It was private party time with some Hydra higher ups at the Wiggle Room, and fuck it! Let's do some coke :/
A/N: Two parts today, to close out Chapter 24 for the weekend! Bucky's back in 25!
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You woke up in a strange bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Groaning, you rolled over, pulling the bed clothes up to cover yourself.
“‘Morning,” a small voice said from the other side of the king-sized bed. With difficulty, you lifted your head up and turned to see Birdie, the redhead whose coke you’d snorted the night before. She, at least, had somehow managed to keep ahold of her bra.
“Whose bed is this?” you grunted. You tried in vain to put the pieces of the night back together, but you were coming up empty.
“Kozlov’s,” Birdie told you.
You bolted upright, clutching the sheets to your chest. “What?!” you shrieked.
Birdie let out a soft giggle. “Don’t worry,” she told you. “Nothing happened.” At the skeptical look on your face, she elaborated: “Not for his lack of trying,” she clarified. “I don’t know what he took last night, but he couldn’t get it up.” You rubbed your face with a hand.
“Thank you for what you did for me,” Birdie added, almost shyly. “I’ve… I’ve never done drugs before. It’s not something I ever wanted to start.”
Your head was killing you. “Don’t mention it,” you said. “Seriously, don’t. They won’t be happy if they know I did it on purpose.”
Birdie nodded, then got up out of the bed. She walked around to the foot of it and bent down, coming back up with your bra and your dancer’s costume that you’d discarded sometime in the night. “Here you go,” she said, before turning her back to give you some privacy.
While you changed, a memory entered your head. “Hey,” you began, “there was another girl there last night, real young. Chloe?” You heard Birdie hum in acknowledgement. “Do you know what happened to her?”
“Oh,” Birdie said, “she left with one of Mr. Kozlov’s friends, I think?”
Your stomach dropped. “What, like Dimitri?” you asked, hoping your suspicion was false.
“No, one of the ones who was visiting? Mr. Kozlov said she should be proud he chose her.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! You finished dressing and shot out of bed. “Did he say where they were taking her?” you asked, moving to stand in front of Birdie.
The other girl shrugged. “No; Mr. Kozlov just said she was going to be worth a lot of money. Do you think maybe they, like, work in Hollywood or something? Like, they’re gonna make her a movie star?”
You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. This was bad. This was so very, very bad. “No, Birdie, I don’t think they’re going to make her a movie star,” you told the other girl as you prepared to make your way back into the club proper so you could collect your things and contact Sam. “I think they’re going to sell her.”