Warnings: Mature Language, Mentions of Toxic Relationships, Mentions of Drug abuse and EDs, Self Harm, Scheming, Hints of Chuck and Graces kinks ;)), mentions of previous smut, Chuck caring for grace <333.
❝𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞
𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?
𝐌𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, my back was groaning in pain, these silk sheets weren't as comfy as they have been. "Mm..." I mumbled reaching my arm out to the other side of the bed, wait this isn't my bed. I opened my eyes more clearly, "Chuck?" I called out before hearing the Bass man groan himself. "Tell Nina it's too early." He muttered. "Whose Nina?" I asked smirking and peering over the bed to see him sprawled on an airbed. I smiled at the sight, "Chuck..." I cooed for him to stir in his sleep. "Chuck, I've got you a present... Remember those little pink cuffs you saw in the store." I whispered, "Cuffs? Are you feeling alright?" He asked bolting upright leading me to giggle.
"Why are you on the floor in your own penthouse?" I wondered softly as he sat up rubbing his eyes. "Well I had to give you the bed otherwise I'd just be being cruel to a woman in your condition." Chuck replied with a yawn and Monkey barked walking into the room. "My condition? I'm pregnant, it's not like I have a heart condition." I told him softly putting my hair up in a bun. "You should be thanking me, I could've made you got home in the dark." He teased.
"That doesn't sound like the new Chuck Bass, what do you think Monkey?" I asked his dog who made a sort of howl in response. "I think he agrees with me." Chuck smirked before fussing his dog and getting up. "Where are you going?" I wondered looking up at him, "I'm off to make breakfast, before you leave.. Grace, after today I want you to let me go." He told me. "One step ahead." I lied avoiding his gaze.
"We don't tell anyone we met up again." Chuck stated. "Oh, my lips are sealed." I hummed.
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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 out for the day I began to write thank you letters for all the presents at my terrible bridal shower, I didn't want to speak with Louis at this moment in time yet nonetheless I wrote thank you letters from the both of us. "Why should I thank someone for a blender? I cannot use it for margarita's for another six months!" I complained handing Darya the envelope. "Margaritas sound delicious." Darya hummed. "Not for other six months Darya!" Dorota lectured as I smirked slightly.
"Any correspondence from Mr Louis?" Darya wondered as Dorota took the envelopes off of her placing them in neat piles. "No, I already went over this, he's doing missionary work with Father Cavalia in some nation without planning. He's waiting for my call." I explained with a sigh sipping my tea. "But wedding still on?" She asked leading me to roll my eyes. "Of course it is, I love Louis." I told her.
"I just want to marry the sweet hunky prince who returned my Vivier slipper and made me finally believe in fairy tales not one of the evil villains in one." I informed my maid who was licking envelopes for them to be stuck together. "Even Prince Charming can fall off horse." Darya pointed out, her thick Russian accent flowing through my ears, making me want to see sense and listen to what she said but I refused.
"Well Louis hasn't found his way back to his saddle, shocking for someone in the finest boarding schools of Switzerland. I need this time to figure out where Louis went wrong and make it right." I explained rubbing a little sleep out of my eyes; I guess I'm still tired from watching Dirty Dancing and 10 Things I Hate About You with Chuck- I have a thing for Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles, God rest Heath's soul.
"Maybe he Freaky Friday with Mr Chuck? They struck by lightening at same time? Or pee in same fountain." Darya jokingly wondered as I grimaced in response, "That is rather unsanitary." I commented getting a message off of B:
What's this about u sleeping with Chuck?-B xx
But how does Blair know I even went there?
Please, I didn't sleep with him! How do u even know I saw him?-G xx
Nate of course, the man blabbers more often than he tells the truth :)-B xx
"Hmm, you may be on the right lines to get Louis to become the Louis I love back." I told her. "Wait really?" She asked. "Please finish all of these for me, and no Russian phrases." I warned sauntering off.
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𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 I arrived to smell something strange- and it wasn't a joint it smelt more of... Flowers? "Namaste." I spoke seeing Chuck on a yoga mat and burning incenses. "Sorry to interrupt you getting into someone's yoga pants." I lightly sassed before seeing a yoga teacher walk carefully through, he was an old man poor thing. I looked down to see his yoga mats having his initials "C.B" decorating them, wow he means business.
"Sri Sri Ravi, a moment please." Chuck asked of the man as he looked up at me and slowly scurried off. "An old celibate male yoga instructor? Your transformation is really astounding, and I thought the avocado a la Bass was a key point. Would you possibly care to share how you ditched those Bad Bass ways? How you went from Charlie Sheen to Charlie Brown, from Billy Loomis to Randy?" I frantically wondered as he raised a brow at me.
"There really is no answer to your question, it's evolution. And thanks for comparing me to a psychopathic serial killer." He replied as I hummed in response, not buying a word of that. He rubbed his temple briefly, "What's really going on Grace?" Chuck questioned as I sighed. "Okay, if you must know I am trying to pinpoint the source of your light so I can pull Louis away from the darkness." I explained.
"You changed, so can he, well he best change back." I stated with a smile whilst he ran a hand through his hair. "I have all day, plus I need to know why you told Nate about me staying over." I smirked. "I didn't tell him a word, he must've heard you leaving and wanted to ask whoever spoke to you if It was true. He's at his new job today anyway." Chuck spoke, "Good enough answer, now let's see what else I can find out." I hummed happily.
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"𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 you're comfortable with Grace here?" Chuck's therapist asked as I wrote a little note down and crossed my legs on this mans plush sofa.
𝓦𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓾𝓲𝓼 ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓬𝓴
1. Understand me for me
2. Look after me without spreading poison about my friends.
3. Be Chuck Bass.
"I don't believe I have a choice, which is why I am controlling the information." Chuck replied leading me to try conceal a huff of annoyance, "Which thus far has been a bunch of Monkey business." I stated. "I'm worried his licking himself is anxiety, that he's lonely." Bass answered. "Oh stop it, assuming this is a fifty minute session I only have eighteen minutes to get the answers I deserve." I snapped. "And what is it you're searching for?" The therapist asked me.
He was trying to switch all this onto me! "Nice try on the whole switcheroo. I was a teenage bulimic, a drug addict and my parents previously neglected me. This isn't my first session or first analysis. What I need from you so kindly is to show me how you helped Chuck transform." I explained.
"There isn't, I told you there is no one answer." Chuck's deep voice replied as he glanced at me. "What there isn't or you wish to not give it to me? You don't want me to fix Louis because you still love me." I harshly snapped leading Chuck to roll his eyes. "Are you saying you want your husband to be, to be more like Chuck?" The man questioned pointing at us both.
"No! And stop your ridiculous pointing! I mean more like the man Chuck has become, like Louis used to be when Chuck was like Louis is now." I informed him with a smile. "If you don't mind me saying so, it seems to me like you're confused." The therapist pointed out as I scoffed. "Only by Chuck's refusal to disclose, if he really is a good person why doesn't he tell me how he got that way. Obviously he's not let go or I'd have gotten the information by now." I explained looking a Chuck's green socks.
"I'd pull your pants down to cover them." I pointed. "You mean let go of the intimacy between the two of you?" He asked, as I finally agreed with something this therapist said. "You said it not me and you're the expert." I smiled to him as Chuck finally spoke up. "I did let go of you Grace." Chuck stated as I turned to meet his eyes, they were serious.
"Then prove it by telling me this instance, tell me how!" I snapped. "I can't." He sternly told me. "But if you don't believe me, call Harry Winston. The night of the Spectator launch, I left the engagement ring for you on the doorstep, and I walked away." Chuck told me much to my surprise. "Oh, I see." I croaked out. "Grace, if you don't mind me saying, it seems you're the one that's struggling to let go." Chuck's therapist spoke.
"I uh, I've got a cake tasting to attend. The uh, the baby's looking forward to it." I sadly spoke grabbing my things and throwing the ball of paper on the floor and not realising Chuck would see it. I wish I never asked now...
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𝐌𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 pain, pain that he'd let me go and wasn't even affected by it. I didn't lie though I was cake tasting, this one was a chocolate sponge with a hazelnut ganache, "Oh my gosh, they're all so delicious I have no idea." I moaned as Dorota held her stomach where her baby bump was, "I agree. Every morsel is like taste of heaven. But you must choose top three choices before Sylvia Weinstock, Queen of cake, arrives." Dorota advised.
"How can I choose my wedding cake when the groom is completely bitter?" I asked her sadly. "Did Darya's idea of peeing in fountain not work?" She wondered. "You both need to stop saying that or I'll never make a wish in a fountain again! And I need all the wishes I can get." I snapped slightly rubbing my small bump.
The elevator let out a ding and I was shocked to see Chuck there, "I'll get us some milk, so much cake make baby kick up a storm." Dorota lied dragging the cake maker away. "What are you doing here?" I asked him with a slight frown. "Why did you walk out of therapy?" He asked. "You know why, you weren't going to reveal any secrets and I had pretty cakes to taste. So if you don't mind I have to taste the delightful buttercream." I replied taking a large bite out of one of the cakes.
"Dr Krueger thought you were upset that I returned the ring." Chuck admitted as I rolled my eyes, "He's got too many PHDs, they cancel one another out plus who shares the same last name as a villain from a horror movie?" I retorted ignoring his correct statement, but I wouldn't be upset not now. "I returned it because you asked me to let go. I wanted to move on and give you the happy life you deserve." Chuck confessed as I stood up going up to my ex boyfriend.
"All this time I've blamed you for pulling me into the darkness. But I was wrong, it was me who brought out your dark side. And now I'm with Louis, I'm doing the same to him. Sorry I blamed you." I sadly spoke walking off to my room.
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𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 about myself, I looked a picture of Blair, Serena and I on my desk from when we were in Paris last year, when we went shopping and Blair came back with fifty thousand bags and when Serena was hooking up with bar men from all around the world. The tears began to well in my eyes as there was a knock at my door, I instantly knew it was him but... I couldn't bare to look at Chuck, I'm a coward.
"You didn't pull me to the dark side Grace." He told me as I sighed, "I appreciate the thought of you trying to make me feel better but I finally found my answer." I sadly replied sniffling. "You were the lightest thing that ever came into my life." Chuck seriously said as I stood up and turned around to face him. "Then why did it take you letting go to bring out this side of yourself?" I questioned him.
"I only turned dark and desperate because I was afraid of losing you. Your love kept me alive." He confessed as I met his eyes, "But you survived without me." I stated. "The worst thing to ever happen, happened and I didn't die. But I did have to find a way to move on with my life. I only want you to be happy, I'm just sorry that it couldn't be with me." Chuck apologised as I felt my lip quiver.
"Oh Grace, there you are! I brought some more samples with me. I see the groom is here too." The Queen of Cake spoke. "I'm, not the groom." Chuck refused walking off. "Chuck! Come back!" I shouted out tears in my eyes... Yet he didn't.
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Chuck's POV
𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 Grace today I was happy to have an evening scotch with Nathaniel, "You went full Jerry Maguire and the family approved. Sounds like a successful editorial to me." I told Nate sitting next to him, scotch in hand. "I must say, being in control felt pretty damn good. As will losing it. How was your day with Grace? Did you teach her how to turn Louis around?" He asked whilst I swirled the liquid in my glass for a few moments.
"I told her the truth." I admitted sipping my scotch. "The whole truth? You should work for The Spectator." He joked slightly with a smile. "I just wish I had the courage too a lot sooner. I've finally become the man she wanted, and she's already chosen another one. I'm too late." I confessed. "You still love her huh?" Nathaniel asked.
"I can't imagine the day I won't." I admitted downing my scotch.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵...
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Grace's POV
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 did what Chuck had said, I was curled up on my bed and had my head against my red silk pillow. "Miss Grace, if you finally find key to bring Mr Louis back to castle, why you not looking like perky self? Just tell him he will not lose you, then he will be prince again. I can find time difference so you can call him in third world country." Darya offered holding my sleep mask out.
"No, I need rest. All this wedding cake has made me feel sick, you're dismissed." I ordered the maid as she walked away. I lied, I didn't feel sick from the cake but I wished I did so I could throw it all up. I sat up on my bed and opened my bedside draw to find my old razor blade, from those times ago when I'd cut, cut and cut. I picked the blade up in my hand and sighed, I was so unsure what to do. I knew this wasn't right but I kept getting temptations...
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮... 𝘖𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘟𝘖𝘟𝘖 𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭...
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A/N: Hello readers I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and I hope everyone has a good New Year! Sorry this took me a while to update I was spending the holidays with my family and I recently got back into my Cobra Kai books in light of the new season release tomorrow! Thanks for reading, feel free to vote and comment and I'll see you all soon!