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mojotastic) wrote2008-11-16 09:22 pm
mojotastic) wrote2008-11-16 09:22 pm
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Blair/Chuck ficcage
I've been trying to think up plots for an orginal story and instead I end up writing Blair/Chuck fic. Of course. :P
Title: Love Story
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mojotastic
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through episode 2x10.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except a somewhat worrying obsession with Blair/Chuck.
Author’s Note: Feedback is my anti-drug. Seriously. Feedback. I will love you forever.
Summary: She wants the happily ever after but Chuck's stories never end happily.
Blair thinks her life is like a movie.
She's the plucky heroine and Nate was the dashing hero. Except that Nate had taken his white horse and galloped as far away from her as possible. Now her hero is off romancing the Brooklyn set and she finds herself alone.
She knows that she can't cast Chuck as her knight in shining armor. That's not who Chuck Bass is. Chuck is the one who calls her up with the best gossip, the one who helps her scheme, the one who takes her to brunch and buys her expensive necklaces and takes her virginity in the backseat of a limo.
He's not a dashing rouge that she can reform. She once thought she could. She rewrote her movie and the revisions almost worked. Blair pulled the new story around herself like a quilt, feeling it warm her.
Her movie could still end in a happily ever after.
The role of reformed bad boy didn't work for Chuck though. Rewrite after rewrite and he was still breaking character.
Finally she just scraps the love interest altogether.
Blair knows what she wants from her life. She wants the music to swell and the third act to end with her winning the day. Blair Waldorf: finally triumphant, finally a winner, finally the one that's most loved.
If Chuck won't start memorizing his lines, she'll just have to cut him from the script.
****
Chuck thinks his life is like a legend.
He’s a whispered tale, barely believed, passed around the courtyard. He’s a warning passed down to the freshmen girls.
When Chuck Bass surveys himself in the mirror, he sees a debonair devil. He’s James Bond: if James Bond had an assortment of bowties and a fake ID. He builds this legend with his own hands. He smirks at his peers as he sits preening on a barstool, a martini at one elbow and a bimbo at the other.
Everyone believes the legend to be true and that’s just what he wants. It’s an armor that protects him.
And if it gets tiring sometimes, playing the devil, than that’s just the price he has to pay for safety.
Blair doesn’t want to believe the legend. She wants the true story. She casts herself as the plucky reporter, digging for the truth and shifting through the records.
She piles her hair on top of her head and leans towards him across the bed. They’re in the penthouse watching a movie and sharing popcorn. There’s nothing dangerous here and yet he still feels as if his back is against the wall, waiting for the firing squad. Normalcy is his kryptonite.
Blair doesn’t want the legend, she wants a storybook ending. She wants the happily ever after but Chuck’s stories never end happily.
He pulls up outside her house on her birthday, late at night. She’s wearing a robe that matches his jacket as she leans in the window of his town car.
“You missed the party.”
He kisses her in a way that is almost chaste and hands her a box wrapped in gold paper. She accepts this token of affection and stands on the curb as the car pulls away.
“Happy Birthday,” he calls out the window as she watches the cherry taillights merge into traffic.
It’s a chapter that doesn’t fit in their story and they both know it.
They sit next to each other and try to write a new story but their narratives keep canceling each other out. She wants a romantic getaway in Tuscany and he just wants to get away. He wants her to say those three little words and she just wants him to say he surrenders.
They try to really see each other, but it’s difficult. They’re both more fiction than fact.
END
~Morgan
Title: Love Story
Author:
mojotasticRating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through episode 2x10.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except a somewhat worrying obsession with Blair/Chuck.
Author’s Note: Feedback is my anti-drug. Seriously. Feedback. I will love you forever.
Summary: She wants the happily ever after but Chuck's stories never end happily.
Blair thinks her life is like a movie.
She's the plucky heroine and Nate was the dashing hero. Except that Nate had taken his white horse and galloped as far away from her as possible. Now her hero is off romancing the Brooklyn set and she finds herself alone.
She knows that she can't cast Chuck as her knight in shining armor. That's not who Chuck Bass is. Chuck is the one who calls her up with the best gossip, the one who helps her scheme, the one who takes her to brunch and buys her expensive necklaces and takes her virginity in the backseat of a limo.
He's not a dashing rouge that she can reform. She once thought she could. She rewrote her movie and the revisions almost worked. Blair pulled the new story around herself like a quilt, feeling it warm her.
Her movie could still end in a happily ever after.
The role of reformed bad boy didn't work for Chuck though. Rewrite after rewrite and he was still breaking character.
Finally she just scraps the love interest altogether.
Blair knows what she wants from her life. She wants the music to swell and the third act to end with her winning the day. Blair Waldorf: finally triumphant, finally a winner, finally the one that's most loved.
If Chuck won't start memorizing his lines, she'll just have to cut him from the script.
****
Chuck thinks his life is like a legend.
He’s a whispered tale, barely believed, passed around the courtyard. He’s a warning passed down to the freshmen girls.
When Chuck Bass surveys himself in the mirror, he sees a debonair devil. He’s James Bond: if James Bond had an assortment of bowties and a fake ID. He builds this legend with his own hands. He smirks at his peers as he sits preening on a barstool, a martini at one elbow and a bimbo at the other.
Everyone believes the legend to be true and that’s just what he wants. It’s an armor that protects him.
And if it gets tiring sometimes, playing the devil, than that’s just the price he has to pay for safety.
Blair doesn’t want to believe the legend. She wants the true story. She casts herself as the plucky reporter, digging for the truth and shifting through the records.
She piles her hair on top of her head and leans towards him across the bed. They’re in the penthouse watching a movie and sharing popcorn. There’s nothing dangerous here and yet he still feels as if his back is against the wall, waiting for the firing squad. Normalcy is his kryptonite.
Blair doesn’t want the legend, she wants a storybook ending. She wants the happily ever after but Chuck’s stories never end happily.
He pulls up outside her house on her birthday, late at night. She’s wearing a robe that matches his jacket as she leans in the window of his town car.
“You missed the party.”
He kisses her in a way that is almost chaste and hands her a box wrapped in gold paper. She accepts this token of affection and stands on the curb as the car pulls away.
“Happy Birthday,” he calls out the window as she watches the cherry taillights merge into traffic.
It’s a chapter that doesn’t fit in their story and they both know it.
They sit next to each other and try to write a new story but their narratives keep canceling each other out. She wants a romantic getaway in Tuscany and he just wants to get away. He wants her to say those three little words and she just wants him to say he surrenders.
They try to really see each other, but it’s difficult. They’re both more fiction than fact.
END
~Morgan
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Seriously isn't that true though? B is insecure, even though she's like the most awesome person to ever awesome.
Now I'm picturing Nate in this.
HAHA! OMG the worst is that I knew it was the NPH unicorn picture, even before I clicked on it. You know that if Nate had a white horse, it would totally be a unicorn.
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Not only would it be a unicorn, it would be a Lisa Frank unicorn!