aghamora
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A collection of Flaurel smut ficlets and prompts of varying shapes, sizes, and kinks.
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She comes home to a light on in the kitchen and the smell of dinner cooking.
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if there's a shadow in me (the dark is a tidal wave inside of you) by aghamora
Fandoms: How to Get Away with Murder
30 Jan 2018
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He’s restless, that first night he stays with her and every one that follows.
Or, the aftermath of Michaela’s revelation in 4x10.
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The D.C. gossip mags wouldn’t take kindly to the president’s daughter screwing an agent on her Secret Service detail. Said president would probably take to it even less kindly.
Luckily said daughter couldn’t give less of a shit – about either of them.
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- Part 3 of and the bible didn’t mention us
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“Family in the conventional sense, she thinks, is ultimately coincidental. Luck of the draw. Roll of the goddamn dice, and God knows she got dealt a shit hand herself, but there’s nothing coincidental about choice. Family isn’t only blood anyway.
Sometimes, you make it. And sometimes, that means more.”
A moment of quiet, if not peace, for Frank and Laurel. Post 4x09.
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Laurel is pregnant. It isn't Frank's.
This is how they move forward, and how they heal, together.
(Loosely-interconnected drabbles and oneshots in canonverse, set post 3x15)
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What if, in another universe, I deserve you?
Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously. Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. […] If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.
Frank, Laurel, and all the universes that could’ve been.
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Flaurel askbox ficlets from tumblr, edited and posted here for your consumption.
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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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13 Jan 2018
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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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14 Dec 2017
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Going to Texas for two weeks with her ex-boyfriend who she might still sort of be in love with sounds like a veritable recipe for disaster.
But Laurel’s always been a magnet for disaster. So really, she’s placing blame on the universe at this point.
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09 Nov 2017
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She leaves. Shortly after being released from the hospital, Laurel packs up her apartment and goes, moves away to Mexico, moves so far from anyone and everything in Philly. Moves so far away from him. Post-3x09, Diverges from canon after the night of the fire.
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09 Nov 2017
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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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09 Nov 2017