I’d Tell You I Love You, but Then I’d Have to Kill You by kybee1497
Julie Molina, 3rd generation legacy and senior at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.
Luke Patterson, prodigy of the Blackthorne Institue for Boys.
The two first met last year during their spring final exam. He flirted. She used him. They both lied. But Luke cheated and Julie hasn’t forgiven it, she definitely hasn’t forgotten, and she can’t quite shake the blow to her confidence the encounter left.
But what was supposed to be a one off, turns out to be a lot more when Blackthorne joins Gallagher Academy for the year and suddenly Luke is everywhere. He’s cocky, charming, and drives her crazy but the look in his eyes when she aces a test or hands him is ass in gym sends butterflies fluttering through her stomach.
Which is stupid because Julie has more important things to worry about. Like passing her classes and getting through her final year. Like why her mothers been acting so weird, stress lining her eyes. Like why exactly the Blackthorne boys are here this year and what exactly happened to Headmaster Covington. Like what she’s going to do after graduation… if they even get there, because the mystery of Blackthorne is far more dangerous than they could have ever guessed.
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It’s finally here!!! Tagging anyone I’ve yelled about this au with over the last 2 ish years (also my memory is terrible so I’m so sorry if I leave someone out) @sunsetcurbed @angelofarts @fandomscraziness22 @thatbitchmabel @willexmagic @itsthebooks @williexmercer
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“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…” and Sweet Tarts or Flarrie?
Flynn has to hand it to Carrie.
If they were in this same situation a year ago, she'd probably be insulting Flynn by now. Or, she would've made a scene and left before they got this far.
Instead, she's staring sullenly at the spot next to Flynn’s head, giving an impression that's only enhanced by the shadow bars of the closet slats striping her face. Imprisoned.
And yet she came willingly.
Flynn doesn't know what to make of it.
She crosses her arms. Clears her throat. Tilts her chin up challengingly when Carrie finally meets her eyes.
“So. Are we doing this?”
Carrie huffs. It's too dark to make out whatever emotion is swimming in her eyes, but Flynn doesn't miss the way her mouth twists.
“You can't seriously want to kiss me.”
Flynn shrugs. Her heart starts to gallop.
“Better that than sitting in silence. And sure, before, you were definitely at the bottom of my list.”
It's a small thing, but Carrie's posture loosens slightly. It makes her look a little more like the girl Flynn remembers making friendship bracelets with.
Then she stiffens again.
“And now? What, I'm next to last?”
“There are still some people ahead of you.” Flynn hesitates. “But I doubt Janelle Monae will ever know I exist, and most of the people under her are already in relationships.”
There's an awful pause, and then—
The sound of tinkling laughter. A smirk that's almost a smile.
“Well. Maybe I should prove that I'm better than being ranked in the middle.”
Carrie never had anything to prove. Not to Flynn. She's seen firsthand.
How hard Carrie works. How badly she wants to succeed. How much she cares, when she lets down her walls.
How great she can be.
But if Flynn says that, she doesn't know what will happen. And it's not like Carrie's earned it. She still hasn't apologized, not even to Julie, even if she isn't actively nasty anymore.
So instead, Flynn swallows and says,
“Okay.”
She isn't sure who moves first. All she knows is that she's suddenly holding someone she hasn't held in years, and it's so different yet the same, and then glossy lips are firmly finding hers.
Carrie kisses with the same confidence and grace she pours into everything else. It makes Flynn’s head spin.
Still, she kisses her back, and every kiss is a staccato burst. Short, strong.
They breathe raggedly as the last kiss breaks, looking at each other in the semi-darkness like they've never seen each other before.
Two things are for sure, though. One, Carrie's fingers will probably leave bruises on Flynn's arms. And two—
Her cheeks are stained a deep pink.
It's a more becoming color on her when it's natural. Flynn's heart flips.
Then she has to open her mouth again.
“I take it that was better than middling for you, too?”
Carrie starts, shaking her head sharply.
She releases Flynn just as quickly as she'd latched onto her. Probably. Flynn still isn't really sure who started that.
Flynn’s own hands have quickly slipped off of Carrie's silky jacket.
“This…never happened,” Carrie says. “Do you understand?! If I find out that you mentioned this to anyone, I'll…”
“Whoa, hey. It's Seven Minutes in Heaven, remember? It's just a game.”
Carrie sags. Flynn shouldn't want to pick her up, not after all of the push and pull, but.
Mostly, she just wants to understand.
The doors are wrenched open before Flynn can pry anything else out of her, though, and Flynn watches her go, heart flip-flopping with bewilderment.
Flynn has to hand it to her, though.
If it weren't for the blush, now faint, she'd seem like she was perfectly fine.
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I WANT ALL OF THEM!
but ok.
Flarrie fantasy thing first! :D
!!! (I'm so excited about this oneeee)
this one has lived inside my head for a long time with nothing really being done with it. but I'm hoping to do something with it very soon.
basically it's set in the stereotypical DND esque fantasy world. Carrie is a runaway noble and her brother Bobby is the king.
Carrie lives as a mercenary, taking off jobs running off bandits or retrieving things for people and the like.
she meets Flynn cause Flynn is a witch that helps supply her for her quests and shit and then they slowly start falling in love and stuff.
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