Patrick Stump Imagines

Blair Carrington

Inspired by the show, Dynasty on the CW
*Blair Carrington is your "birth" name, your false name is your actual name*

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"Okay while the UberEats person gets here, I'm going to take a quick shower," you announce, starting to untie your hair from its bun.

"Alright, then. In the meantime, I'm going to do a little bit of work," Patrick states, gathering his computer and its charger.

"Bool ceans," you reply.

"I'm just going to pretend you did not say that," Patrick says.

"There's more where that came from," you sneer. "And get used to it, because you're marrying it."

"Just go shower," he chuckles.

About twenty plus minutes later, you step out of the bathroom with your towel soaking your wet hair. You hear voices and laughter coming from the living room. It was weird because you weren't expecting anyone.

"Hey, babe, who are you-" you stop abruptly when the stranger sitting on your couch in your living room turns around. You recognized her immediately. Her imperious smile gave away the fact that she had discovered you and your lies to Patrick. Knowing her, she will use this information over your head in return you doing her dirty work.

You know her because she is your sister, Fallon Carrington. The same Fallon Carrington who used to own Carrington Atlantic and is the head of Femperial Publishers.

In all the years you've known Patrick, you've mentioned a sister and two brothers here and there. Not their names or the real reason why you've cut all ties with them. To Patrick, you're known as (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). To your family, you're Blair Carrington. The fourth and final child of Blake and Alexis Carrington.

Your family is one of the wealthiest families in Atlanta, Georgia. Why would you willingly walk away from that? Why would you give up having the privilege of having monetary advantage others desperately seek? Why would you do such a thing?

Even if you could explain your reasoning, it would simply be a waste of breath. The only thing your family cares about is money and power. They don't care whose life they'd have to destroy to achieve it. That's something you did not want to be a part of. Your brother, Steven, also didn't want to be a part of it either, and yet he continues to run back to that power-hungry and money-grabbing family. Luckily for you, you were a whole lot stronger than your brother.

So with a little help from your family's rival, Jeff Colby helped you escape your treacherous and conniving family by faking your death, issuing you a new identity, and a minor facial reconstruction. You owed Jeff a great debt. He didn't expect anything in return; he simply wanted to help you escape.

So after the great escape, you moved to the small town of Evanston, Illinois. It was just a few miles north of downtown Chicago. The only things you brought with you were false documents of your new identity and a handful amount of cash that you stole from your father in order to keep you financially stable until you could figure what to do next. It wasn't like he was going to miss it. It was the last thing you'd ever need from him.

Since the Carringtons are important businesspeople with reputations to uphold, they are on the news a lot. Scandal after scandal, so you really couldn't keep away from it. It was the only way you could keep up with them. You were amazed at how they were able to get away with whatever lawsuit or scandal was thrown at them. Not as amazed when you deducted that a lot of money was most likely involved. Anything to protect their little reputation. You were glad you got away from them.

Until today.

"Hey, sweetie. This is Fallon Carrington," Patrick introduces her to you. "Fallon, this is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Ah, well, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), it is very nice meeting you," Fallon smiles. Patrick doesn't detect the tone in her voice.

"Likewise, Ms. Carrington. Have a seat, please," you play along. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Fallon, please. I must say, (Y/F/N), you remind me a lot of my little sister," she says, emphasizing the "little sister" bit.

"All good things, I hope," you chuckle.

"Too bad she's no longer with us," Fallon sighs.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," you say.

"Yeah, she always was the weakest one of the family," Fallon insults.

"Can't imagine why," you grit your teeth.

Patrick sensed something was going on and interrupted you two. "Where are my manners? Fallon, may I offer you water? Lemonade?"

"No, thank you, I won't take up too much of your time," she says.

Patrick gets a ping from his phone and he checks it. "Food's here. Excuse me. It was nice meeting you, Fallon."

"Likewise, Patrick," she smiles. He bought into her nice girl act. He leaves the apartment and shuts the door. Fallon turns to you.

"What do you want, Fallon?"

"Judging from Mr. Rodger's naïvety here, I'm guessing he doesn't know who you really are."

"What's it to ya?"

"How do you think he's going to react when he finds out his precious fiancée has been lying to him for eight years? Not happily, I assume."

"This is exactly why I left. You and Dad blackmailing, back-door deals, bribery, the whole nine yards. And I didn't want to be there when you all went down for it. He'll understand."

"I'm not so sure the government will be so understanding when they find out about your falsified documents. That would cost you prison time, a hefty fine, possibly your relationship, and taking Jeff Colby down with you."

"Leave Jeff out of this," you retort.

"Comply and I just might," she smirks.

Seeing you had not other choice, you did just that."

"What do I need to do?"