Don't worry, I asked for Sam & Dean but I'm totally cool with Sam/Dean too. And this is beautiful. Honestly, heart-breakingly beautiful. I really love it, so thank you. ♥
Manhattan is a kingdom, but they don't tell you that.
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Carter Baizen has a smile like a knife-edge, like a danger sign, and Chuck Bass sees it reflected in antique silver, in burnished gold, in a crystal wine glass, takes note, takes it, makes it his own.
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“I don’t know how to love you,” says Blair, her mascara running, “it always feels like too much for just two people.”
“I know,” says Chuck, because he does, doesn’t have the answer, any answer, that Blair would want to hear.
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Daniel Humphrey is nothing, until he’s something, an arrogant little boy from Brooklyn whose dark gaze is always on Serena’s face, and Blair rolls her eyes, and waits for him to go, and waits, and waits, and.
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“You’ll ruin them,” says Dan, and Carter laughs, deep and bitter, says, “I know.”
“Don’t you care?” says Dan, and Carter throws his whisky back, says, “Humphrey, people like us are always ruined. It was just a question of timeSerena has moved on, forever that butterfly, and Chuck sees Dan
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"You're an asshole," says Dan. He's drunk, and not quite angry. It's been five years since Constance Billard and St. Jude's. Twenty three is not so very old, when all is said and done.
"And for your next trick?" says Chuck, putting down his whisky decanter.
"I used to have integrity, you know," says Dan, in the way you only ever do when it's yourself you're trying to convince.
Chuck pushes Dan back onto the bed; slides his knee between his legs.
"Integrity is cheap," says Chuck, his breath hot on Dan's ear, "it's an illusion, Humphrey."
"What isn't," says Dan, bitter. It's not a question, but Chuck answers it anyway.
"Love, Humphrey. Welcome to Manhattan."
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Blink, and it's 1904. Blair has lace at her throat and her hair piled high. Chuck's waistcoat is a deep red, his pocket-watch gold and flashing. Dan's eyes are starvation-hungry and his fingers are cinereous with ink. Blair is wearing a crown no one can see and Chuck owns Wall Street. Dan is hungry only for the
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fic here
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Manhattan is a kingdom, but they don't tell you that.
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Carter Baizen has a smile like a knife-edge, like a danger sign, and Chuck Bass sees it reflected in antique silver, in burnished gold, in a crystal wine glass, takes note, takes it, makes it his own.
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“I don’t know how to love you,” says Blair, her mascara running, “it always feels like too much for just two people.”
“I know,” says Chuck, because he does, doesn’t have the answer, any answer, that Blair would want to hear.
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Daniel Humphrey is nothing, until he’s something, an arrogant little boy from Brooklyn whose dark gaze is always on Serena’s face, and Blair rolls her eyes, and waits for him to go, and waits, and waits, and.
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“You’ll ruin them,” says Dan, and Carter laughs, deep and bitter, says, “I know.”
“Don’t you care?” says Dan, and Carter throws his whisky back, says, “Humphrey, people like us are always ruined. It was just a question of timeSerena has moved on, forever that butterfly, and Chuck sees Dan ( ... )
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"You're an asshole," says Dan. He's drunk, and not quite angry. It's been five years since Constance Billard and St. Jude's. Twenty three is not so very old, when all is said and done.
"And for your next trick?" says Chuck, putting down his whisky decanter.
"I used to have integrity, you know," says Dan, in the way you only ever do when it's yourself you're trying to convince.
Chuck pushes Dan back onto the bed; slides his knee between his legs.
"Integrity is cheap," says Chuck, his breath hot on Dan's ear, "it's an illusion, Humphrey."
"What isn't," says Dan, bitter. It's not a question, but Chuck answers it anyway.
"Love, Humphrey. Welcome to Manhattan."
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Blink, and it's 1904. Blair has lace at her throat and her hair piled high. Chuck's waistcoat is a deep red, his pocket-watch gold and flashing. Dan's eyes are starvation-hungry and his fingers are cinereous with ink. Blair is wearing a crown no one can see and Chuck owns Wall Street. Dan is hungry only for the ( ... )
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I know you're already married to gyzym, but, god, marry me.
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