that’s why I know you are the one
kodaline, “the one”

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that’s why I know you are the one
kodaline, “the one”
I hate my genes. I was on the pill when I was 17, but I turned into my mother. Anxious, depressed. I’m fine. I just had my period, so... Yeah, I’m just being paranoid.
Do you trust her? Completely. She's my best friend.
emilysnorman asked • wes and laurel or emma and neal
imagine if you couldn’t have said goodbye to your wife
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: How to Get Away with Murder Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Laurel Castillo/Wes Gibbins, Laurel Castillo & Wes Gibbins Characters: Laurel Castillo, Annalise Keating, OC - Character Additional Tags: Christmas, Future Fic, Kid Fic Summary:
Christmas is a time of love and joy, of peace and family. A knock on their door turns their Christmas morning around. Laurel can't forgive, but that doesn't mean she can't give it a try.
Five years after leaving Annalise and everything which she stood for, Laurel finds herself with a kid, a cup of coffee and the memories of a time she wishes to forget.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: How to Get Away with Murder Relationships: Laurel Castillo/Wes Gibbins, Minor/Referenced Laurel Castillo/Frank Delfino Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Abortion, WES GIBBINS DESERVED BETTER, Post 3x09
When she wakes up, she can’t speak. Something about all the smoke she’d inhaled and damage to her vocal chords, but that’s okay. Laurel doesn’t want to speak. She wants to die.
I’ll fly to heaven, and escape this life for now. I’ll fly to heaven, and feel your love for one last time — One Last Time, David Bulley