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Title: What's the Use of Wond'rin
Author: oldwickedsongs
Characters: Carolyn Rothstein, Margaret, AR and mentions of Nucky
Rating: G
Word Count: 1941
Summary: A character study of Nucky and AR's Queens in which Margaret still fights and Carolyn's just tired...or in love, or both.

( Something made him the way that he is, Whether he's false or true, And something gave him the things that are his, One of those things is you, so When he wants your kisses, You will give them to the lad, And anywhere he leads you, you will walk. And anytime he needs you, You'll go running there like mad. You're his girl and he's your feller, And all the rest is talk. )

Bad Land for Gods

Title: Bad Land for Gods
Author: oldwickedsongs
Characters: Meyer Lansky, Carolyn Rothstein, with mentions of AR and Lucky
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Summary: November, 1928. Meyer goes to AR's offices after he's been shot to clean up.
Warnings Character death, hints of drug use, and angst.

"You work for me now. You protect me. You transport me from place to place. You run errands. In an emergency, but only in an emergency, you hurt people who need to be hurt. In the unlikely event of my death, you will hold my vigil. And in return I shall make sure that your needs are adequately taken care of." -American Gods


( The last time he saw AR; Meyer knew he was dying. )

He Died

Title: He died
Author: oldwickedsongs
Characters: Arnold Rothstein, Rube Sofer mentions of Carolyn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1636
Summary: A Dead Like Me/Boardwalk Empire crossover. If you don’t know the show- I highly suggest you watch it. It’s brilliant and underrated. Basically, there is a Reaper at everyone’s death who had to claim the soul and somehow convince them to go on their way. It's Rothstein's misfortune he got the Jewish mobster Reaper.
Warnings: Character death (again) and one Yiddish word. Goy means “Gentile”

( When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written ‘He dies.’ That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is ‘He dies.’ It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with ‘He dies.’ And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphorium. And I know it’s only natural to be sad. But not because of the words ‘He dies,’ but because of the life we saw prior to those words. )