Catwithamauser
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All empires fall of course, and this one will be no different, whether in a year or five or fifty or five hundred. All empires fall. Its what comes after for the people who survive the fall that Laurel cares about. She’s survived one fall, she intends to survive another if she can. And she intends to survive what comes after, whatever strange new empire is crafted in the place of this one, god’s glorious kingdom on a hill, if she’s so lucky as to outlast it.
OR...its a Handmaid’s Tale AU
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It’s easier than he expected, so much harder than he expected. No one knows him, no one knows he’s connected to the tiny boy with the stuttering breath, the tubes and wires and monitors snaking out of him like so many alien creatures. No one cares that he’s father to a dead, a dying child. No one gives him a second glance.
Or, Frank in the hospital. Post 4x08
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“Come here often?” he asks, trying for cocky and smirking and teasing, all the things she once loved about him, all the things he knows she hates herself for loving still.
Laurel stares at him a beat too long. “Frank,” she begins, stops herself before she says anything more. Sometimes it feels like all they do is have aborted conversations, neither of them courageous enough to say they things they really want, the things they really mean.
Which isn’t to say he hasn’t tried.Or Frank and Laurel have a conversation neither of them prepared for. It doesn’t go as badly as expected.
(Just a little post-4x6 angst fest)
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No Haven Safer (Than the One They Tore Down) by Catwithamauser
Fandoms: How to Get Away with Murder
20 Sep 2017
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Frank Delfino bursts into the boring, predictable world of St. Anne’s midway through her sophomore year. She tries not to notice; Laurel feels like she’s constantly averting her eyes, pretending she doesn’t see and this is just one more thing she’ll swear she has no knowledge of. But she does, can’t help but notice him.
Or...its a Flaurel HS AU
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It's then when she hears it, a soft little cry, high and thin and insistent. She can’t quite tell at first where the noise comes from, but then she sees it, a little blur of motion that shoots towards her from between two parked cars, brushes against her ankles and then throws itself on the tops of her feet.
Or, Laurel finds a cat.