We are sad to announce that this Dan and Blair RP is going on hiatus for the foreseeable future. We both unfortunately have a lot on our plate at present and have been suffering a little from lack of inspiration. That may be for a number of reasons, including the fact that we’ve been busy, but also probably hasn’t been helped by the upcoming season of the show which is due to begin soon and which I think we can all agree doesn’t exactly look good from a Dair shipper’s perspective.
Thank you so much to everybody who has followed us and sent us messages and given us positive feedback. We’ve enjoyed every minute of writing Dan and Blair and it was only made even better by the support and love that the Dair fandom has provided. It is a fandom we are proud to be a part of and we’re sure that won’t ever change. We hope that we might return to this someday in the future, perhaps next year when the show is over and our ship can forever comfortably reside in AU, full of hope and possibility. In the meantime, we plan to begin posting the RP in its entirety as a fanfiction on our joint account at Fanfiction.Net mermaidavis. We hope to perhaps gain some new readers, and that our older readers can enjoy rereading their favourite moments. Thank you all again and we hope to see you all around in the future one way or another.
Blair let out a small laugh to emphasise further she was joking, although privately it crossed her mind that Michelle wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. “We’d love that. You have our phone number, right?” she said on her way out of the elevator, “Give me a call and we can arrange it.”
It was after she and Dan had bid Michelle goodbye and as they were walking away in the opposite direction that Blair began muttering absently, partly to her husband but mostly to herself. “And that is why by all rights we shouldn’t even care about Georgina Sparks and her ridiculous website for bored teenagers,” she remarked, “We have far more refined company to keep to now.”
"Oh, the sophisticated lives of married folk," Dan teased, pressing Blair close to his side. "You certainly shouldn’t be worrying about Georgina right now. You have an outstanding chance to make a difference in the lives of the young women of New York City, and if you’re too busy thinking about Ms. Sparks, people at the banquet will wonder why you have that sour look on your face." He chuckled lightly before quickly announcing that he was only kidding. "This is one event we don’t want to be fashionably late for, so we shouldn’t stall any longer. Just remember this, Blair - no matter what happens tonight, you are still the most amazing woman in the world."
“Wonderfully, thank you for asking. Marriage makes for such wonderful leverage. Whenever I want him to do something for me I can just remind him of that ring on his finger,” Blair teased, grinning and leaning slightly against Dan as she stood by him in the elevator, “I hope you and your husband are well. We really should get together sometime.”
Michelle’s eyes widened as if she didn’t quite expect the answer Blair had given her.
"She’s only joking," Dan explained, smiling. "She knows I would do anything for her - with or without the ring."
"Oh, maybe we should have you over so Patrick can get some husband lessons,” Michelle joked, rolling her eyes slightly. “In all seriousness, it would be great to have the two of you over for dinner in the near future,” she finished as the elevator doors dinged open to the first floor.
“I learned how to live. How to be in the world and of the world. And not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life or from love either.”
“A cruel, twisted woman who you promised to love for the rest of your life, so it’s your fault,” Blair pointed out to Dan playfully. Blair bid Audrey a quick goodbye as they walked through the living room, where the dog was resting by the coffee table, and checked herself in the mirror by the door one last time before stepping out into the hallway. She listened to Dan speak as she pushed the button for the elevator, smiling slightly to herself.
“You’ll be fine,” she assured him, “Your new publisher is excellent and you’ll be the talk of the town. We can book a five-star hotel room the night of your book party like we did last time, and I might have another surprise or two up my sleeve lest you accuse me of being repe…hi there, Michelle.” Blair smiled pleasantly at their acquaintance from the third floor, who was already standing in the elevator when the doors opened.
Dan was too busy grinning at his wife in adoration to notice that their neighbor was in the elevator until Blair mentioned her by name. He quickly turned his attention to the other woman, giving her a small wave before stepping into the elevator with Blair.
"Hello," Michelle answered back, flashing them both an enthusiastic smile. "I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in forever. Congratulations on your marriage! I’ve been hearing so much about you two in the media. I just knew that when I first met you that there wouldn’t be much time before you tied the knot. How’s the married life treating you?"
Blair narrowed her eyes at Dan, a smile appearing on her face again. “When did you get to know me so well, Humphrey?” she wondered aloud, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m always punctual. You’re the one who causes trouble.”
Blair smiled sweetly at Dan before taking him by the hand and heading in the general direction out of their bedroom. “I’m looking forward to a few days’ time when you’ll be the one completely freaking out,” she remarked.
"You are a cruel, twisted woman," Dan said with a smile that matched Blair’s, threading his fingers through hers. "I’m not going to freak out. I’ve released a book already. The second one won’t be any different. If anything, I’ll be less nervous because I actually chose to publish this one. And I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “You can read me like a book. Of course I’m going to be on edge. But at least I know I’ll have one fan.”
“It makes you very biased, but today I’ll take it,” Blair replied, smiling and reaching around to slip a hand into Dan’s hair as he kissed her cheek, “I really think it could go either way. Lily’s been so much help, but if Anne Archibald decides she really doesn’t want me…”
Blair gave a small sigh and slowly stood to her feet, deciding for the moment that she had preened herself enough. She turned around to look at her husband and moved her arm down to around his neck. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m doing so much work anyway to be face the face of a foundation run by a woman who hates me,” she remarked to him, “But it has its advantages. You’re looking very handsome.”
"You’re doing it to prove a point. You’re not going to let anyone step on your toes, especially a woman who thinks our marriage is going to work out," Dan said with a small smile, resting his hands on Blair’s waist. "And because you’re Blair Waldorf-Humphrey, and for some reason you love challenges more than the average person. I think it’s because they’re so rewarding in the end. Anyway, I think we should get going. It might be better if we actually made a punctual appearance this time around."
One thing that had changed was that they didn’t call her Miss Waldorf anymore. Occasionally someone who’d known her a long time slipped up, and of course anybody close to her just called her Blair or B, but in a formal setting she was most definitely no longer Miss Waldorf. She was Mrs Waldorf-Humphrey, and though it had been over two months since her wedding she still enjoyed hearing it. She enjoyed calling Dan “my husband”, even when it was to apologise to someone else about his behaviour and use him as an excuse to leave a party early. She enjoyed the routine of married life, of kissing Dan every morning before she left the apartment and again every evening when she returned. She was happy, and in the moments when she wasn’t she had someone by her side to comfort her and help her believe everything was going to be alright. In some ways things were the same as they had been before the wedding, but in some ways she couldn’t quite put her finger on things were indescribably different.
The Upper East Side was definitely different. Georgina Sparks was still at large online, but at least Blair had found that the circles she moved in now couldn’t care less about her pathetic website. It was just as well, since Blair had spent the better past of the last two months making nice with all of the board members of Girls Inc. who weren’t tight with Anne Archibald and even some of the ones who were. Fortunately, she’d been taken under the wing of Lily van der Woodsen, and her stepmother-in-law was acting more like a mother than her own mother had in the past. Today was the day in which Blair would find out if her efforts had worked and she would be the next face of an important female empowerment organisation. That morning, she sat in front of her vanity table checking her hair one last time and retouching her make-up, unwilling to accept anything less than perfect.
“Do you think I should practice my faces?” Blair remarked out loud, pulling a few faces in the mirror as she narrated, “Happy face. Surprised face. Slightly-disappointed-yet-graciously-accepting-face.”
Dan was busy changing into an outfit that Blair had specifically picked out for him today. Naturally, his tie matched her dress. He didn’t even complain jestingly this time around because he knew how important this day was for her, and the least he could do was wear something that she approved of.
"I think all of your faces are naturally perfect," he replied, a smile playing at the corners of his lips though he wasn’t even looking at the silly expressions his wife was pulling. "And I don’t think you have to worry about that slightly disappointed face. You’ve got this, mon amour. If anyone deserves this, it’s you. None of the other women stand a chance.”
He finished buttoning his shirt and made his way over to her, kissing her on the cheek several times. “And I’m not just saying this because I’m madly in love with you, though I’m sure that does make me slightly biased. You’ve worked so hard for this, and I just want to see you succeed.”
“Of course Georgina did,” Blair muttered, her newly cut bangs fluttering slightly as she gave a heavy exhale. Of all the people in the world, possibly the worst person in the world to run Gossip Girl was Georgina Sparks, so naturally she had been the one to take over from Penelope. At least, Blair reasoned, with Georgina she knew who she was dealing with. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken the other woman down at least twice before.
“The only power Georgina is the ability to still move her face after all the plastic surgery she looks like she’s had. The difference between her and you is that she’s not an anonymous Gossip Girl. That means we have power over her,” Blair explained calmly, “Listen, here’s what we’re…”
Penelope didn’t get to hear what Blair’s plans were for the timebeing, however, as Blair was far from keen to share them with the person she heard twisting the key in the door and then making her way to the living room. She didn’t look all that different, even though it had been over a year since Blair had last seen her. She was well dressed and her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders as she walked in, standing tall in her high heels. Blair raised her eyebrows slightly as she turned to look at her, thinking to herself that the other woman at least disguised well the fact that she was nothing more than a townie.
“Well, well. I was wondering if you were going to pay us a visit. Welcome back from your honeymoon, Mrs. Waldorf-Humphrey,” Juliet Sharp declared with a smile, “For the record, I wasn’t at all surprised. You and Dan seemed to be having far too much fun back when you were chasing me down together.”
“Juliet,” Blair responded, plastering a matching smile on her face, “It’s so nice to see you again. Whose life have you come to ruin this time?”
Penelope looked back and forth between the two women who were staring each other down in her new living room. She bit her bottom lip and stood up, making her way over to Juliet and taking her arm. “No one’s life is getting ruined this time around,” she spoke up, answering for her roommate. “Serena forgave Juliet, did she not? It was all just a big misunderstanding involving brothers and professors and sticky situations, but it’s over now. Still, we’re probably the two most hated people on the Upper East Side right now. Besides Georgina, but she’s just pure evil. Juliet and I just lost our way.” She gave her friend a fond smile before leading her over to the couch to sit down. “So, I know I’m asking a lot from you today, Blair, but… I think we all need to be civil. No one here is the real enemy.”
Blair’s eyes narrowed slightly when she realised there were tears in Penelope’s eyes, and as her minion finished speaking again she gave a heavy sigh. Keeping quiet for the moment, she reached into her handbag and took out a tissue from the packet she carried with her and handed it over to Penelope. “You’re going to mess up your make-up,” she remarked, her voice ever so slightly gentler. She fell silent and folded her hands on her lap once more, looking pensive. “What’s happened to Gossip Girl now?” she asked eventually.
"Thank you," Penelope said gratefully, accepting Blair’s tissue and wiping her eyes before continuing. "I think Georgina has taken over the website. Whoever it is has been posting awful things and pictures and rumors. It’s out of control and sporadic and nothing like the way I used to run it. It’s like she’s trying to take down the Upper East Side just from the website alone. What can you do to threaten Georgina Sparks, though? She has every power against us now."