More Meyer-centric Boardwalk Empire fanfiction.

This one started out as me working through my sleep issues by projecting them onto a fictionalised gangster, and then acquired a whole other layer of awful when I realised when in the series it should be set.

Because there’s always room for more angsty, post-White Horse Pike fic, right?

Content warnings for sleep deprivation, hypervigilance, and implied/referenced dissociation.

Oh yeah and I totally stole @beannysiegel‘s technique of using parentheses for secondary-or-repressed thoughts. I don’t know if I have the knack of it yet but it’s just too good a tool for representing how these characters think.

It was only a matter of time before I wrote some Charlie / Meyer fanfiction. Here, have them cuddling on a balcony in the Waldorf-Astoria just after the end of the show. 

This is the first bit of non-roleplay fiction I’ve written in a while, so feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Meyer uses roundabout metaphors and references to Ancient Greeks instead of just talking about his feelings because I do the same thing. Hopefully the connections between them are clear enough without them being spelled out.

to see God in the skyline [36/?]

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Meyer Lansky/Charlie Luciano Rating: eventual E. There is a lot of talk non-sexual talk about dicks in this chapter (well, Charlie’s dick lol) and mentions of past trauma/sexual abuse. Words: 2186 Summary: The story of two immigrant boys as they meet and grow up in New York City.

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What to Do When Your Car Conks Out (50s AU; Chapter 5)

(ao3) [cw: references to child abuse/physical abuse]

Charlie was late. Very late.

Meyer stood at the window, peering through the sheer white gauze of the living room curtains. The street was empty, apart from the neighbor across the street, raking leaves in the front yard. He craned his neck, gazing farther down the road in hopes of seeing the front of a familiar car headed his way. There was nothing but the dogwood trees, their fading leaves dangled over the road.

Shame seared in his gut. He’d been stupid to even agree to these plans, and more foolish still to look forward to them. Charlie probably forgot. A week later—the faint cloud of beer long-since lifted—he didn’t remember the promises he’d made. Monday morning, he must have been reunited with his asshole friends with their jagged smirks and carelessness, and then what did he need Meyer for? Why should he spend his Saturday with Meyer, driving around, when he could do that all on his own—with anyone else—anytime he wanted?

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What to Do When Your Car Conks Out (50s AU; Chapter 4)

The sun had long since set, the sky overhead dark as an oil spill. The early October air nipped at their skin, but it wasn’t cold yet. It might have been a peaceful, quiet evening, if they hadn’t been determined to shatter silence where they found it. Engines rumbled around them, thrumming and humming and left to idle. Headlight bulbs illuminated the grassy field, throwing their shadows into long, distorted shapes. Underneath the laughs and jeers and shouts, Wynonie Harris crooned from a car radio.

Vito brought the beer. Al brought the energy. And everyone who was anyone showed up to soak it all in and chug it all down.

Across the hood of a car, two boys arm-wrestled, a crowd around them cheering with jibes and bets and winner-gets-another-bottle. The loser’s hand thunked down against the metal, the on-lookers jeered, and the loser surrendered his place to another contestant. A group of girls crowded around a different car, talking and laughing amongst themselves with a haughty unapproachability as they traded cigarettes and secrets. And then there were the cars no one looked at, parked at a distance, the headlights off and pairs of occupants busy.

“Is this what you do every weekend?” Meyer asked. His legs dangled off the hood of Charlie’s car, soles of his shoes hitting the bumper. He watched the spectacle with a look of skepticism, the frown at the corner of his lips magnified by the headlights and shadows playing off his face. 

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embers

pairing: meyer/charlie rating: general A/N: set immediately post-3x08, “the pony.” just some good ol’ hurt/comfort for the holiday season. also on AO3 here. 

Charlie’s too shaken up to feel much of anything on the way back to New York, aside from wanting to sleep off the ringing in his ears and the ache in his side from where he hit the ground, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t almost bowled over with relief just from walking into their office. Meyer’s there, of course he is, solid and real and in New York, not Atlantic City, and Charlie is going to stop that train of thought before he gets as worked up as Meyer looks. Not that he’s got the energy to get worked up, but the thought of Meyer having been there, the thought of him getting hurt too, makes something sick twist in his gut anyway.

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XIX - goosebumps

Prompt suggested by @meyerlansky \o/

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Paring: Charlie/Meyer

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The late August sun is still shining bright, but the smell of Autumn can sometimes be perceived when a cloud shields New York from the light, or when the wind blows too insistently.

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XVIII - The way cold glass fogs when you press your hand against it

Prompt suggested by @meyerlansky :D

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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The restaurant is too warm and comfortable for Charlie to have any intention to get up and march into the freezing cold night any time soon. He’s not even really done eating yet, either, when Meyer announces he has to leave.

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Keep Your Eyes On Me (Kinktober Day 27: Stripping)

Pairing: Charlie/Meyer Word count: ~4,300

Contains: Accidental strip tease turns into deliberate strip tease, lots and lots of banter, sexual tension, lap sitting, grinding, hand jobs ensue. Also on ao3. 

Based on this Kinktober list

“It’s bullshit, is what it is,” Charlie says, yanking the bar from his collar. He drops it on the table.

“It’s not like this is anything new, either,” Meyer comments, tapping the ash from his cigarette before slipping it back between his lips. He leans back, surveying Charlie as he paces. It’s a slow pace—annoyance, not anger, he knows.

He shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it over the scalloped back of the chair opposite Meyer—the one he’s too busy pacing to occupy. “Yeah well, if Adonis could keep his fuckin’ head on his shoulders…” he grumbles. Roughly, he pries the cufflinks out of his shirt sleeves. Those, too, he drops onto the table. They shimmer as they roll on the polished rosewood, rocking to a halt with the lamplight reflected in their pearlescent finish.

“We’ll take care of it,” Meyer assures him. “It’ll all be under control before you know it.”

“Sure, everything except Joe’s temper.”

Meyer smirks, lips pressing into a tight, thin line. “Well—that would be more like a miracle.”

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VI - A person’s weight as they lie on top of you

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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Everything is quiet, when Charlie wakes up. The world outside their blanket is cold, the embers in the fireplace almost completely burned out. Meyer’s warm weight on top of him is, possibly, the most glorious feeling Charlie has ever experienced. His nose is cold, so he pushes it against the top of Meyer’s head. Meyer’s doesn’t stir. His breath puffs against Charlie’s skin. He squeezes him a little tighter, Charlie, sighs against his hair, and Meyer, without really waking up, runs a hand up and down Charlie’s chest, then snuggles closer. Charlie grins and resists the urge to kiss Meyer awake.  He can let Meyer sleep a little longer. Everything’s fine.

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Prompt from here.

V - The tender ache when you press against bruises

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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IV - Violet bruised eyes

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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Meyer walks out of the cabin with no coat on. He doesn’t look bothered by the cold, even though his breath comes out in puffs of white. There are deep, bruise-like shadows underneath his eyes. “I’m gonna make the bed in a moment,” Charlie says. Meyer nods, but doesn’t talk. He lingers next to Charlie, looking as unreachable as he always does when there’s something going on in his head. Charlie wants to say something, he wants to fill the silence. He doesn’t dare to, though.He breathes out deeply, switches his weight from one foot to the other. “You look like you need a break,” he finally blurts out, and immediately curses his lack of control. “Sleep a little. Eat. Just…” “Later,” Meyer says. He grabs Charlie’s wrist, takes a step back towards the door. “I’ll sleep later.”

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Prompt from here.

III - Gritty eyes when you stare into fire too long

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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Meyer knows Charlie meant no harm, and he’s aware his behavior hasn’t exactly been… But still. Meyer doesn’t like being treated like a child. He doesn’t like having the chance to choose taken from him. His eyes feel dry and gritty. He doesn’t know whether it’s because he’s been staring into the fire for too long, because of how much he slept, or because of how tired he still is. Because Charlie is right about that. Meyer has never been so tired in his life. It’s a bone-deep, aching, dull sort of tiredness. Every step he takes requires all of his will power, and man, if there’s something Meyer doesn’t lack it’s that… He thought it was the change in his routine. He thought things would settle down eventually. But his new apartment, his new bed, everything feels so foreign to him. He can’t make himself lower his guard. He looks at Charlie, who’s standing on the porch outside the window, a heavy coat on, hands in his pockets, looking at the snow as it rages on. Only then does Meyer notice he’s been fidgeting with his wedding band, and immediately stops. Another foreign object, that ring. Another thing that has, on Meyer’s nerves, the effect of a sharp pebble in his shoe. He looks at Charlie again just as his shoulders rise and fall in a sigh. Slipping his wedding band off is the most instinctive of gestures, as is getting up and walking towards the door.

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Prompt from here.

II - The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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“You knew it was going to snow,” Meyer says, his eyes threateningly cold. “Maybe.” Charlie admits, looking away from Meyer and to the water bubbling on the stove. “Are you fucking with me, Charlie?” The way Meyer says it, his voice sort of hitching as the sentence fades, is everything Charlie needs to know he’s done the right thing. But he can’t tell Meyer that. Not if he wants to keep all of his body parts attached. He waits before facing Meyer. He drops the spaghetti, all broken up tiny, into the water; turns off the heat under the broth before the potatoes completely disappear. “You’re just pissed off I’m prepared for emergencies and you ain’t.” Charlie says, “If this was your cabin and your fig tree and a snow storm came, we would’ve been starving, right now.” The cold in Meyer’s eyes fades a little. He shakes his head. “Stop it,” he says. “It’s real quiet,” Charlie says. “We got plenty of wood. We’re gonna be fine, Meyer.” He knows Meyer doesn’t completely buy it, but can he blame Charlie? If he’d offered help explicitly, Meyer would never have accepted it. Meyer doesn’t complain. He doesn’t say anything at all. He just sits at the table and looks into the distance.

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Prompt from here.

I - The smell of burning wood

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Charlie/Meyer

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Waking up is difficult: Meyer’s consciousness is still entangled with sleep, and although he opens his eyes a few times, gets small but clear flashes of the room he’s in, sleep drags him back with ease. There’s the soft heaviness of a blanket covering him, the crackling of a fire, the smell of burning wood, the sound of Charlie humming to himself. Meyer feels heavy and hot enough that he must have been asleep for a while. He’d sat down on the couch of Charlie’s cabin while Charlie was busy covering up his fig tree to protect it from cold of winter. He can’t remember waiting very long. But there is so much to do, so much work… He orders his body to move, but he only manages to make one of his arms flop and drag the blanket off of him. The humming stops. Steps move closer, and the blanket is put back on him. Charlie’s hand briefly rests on top of Meyer’s head, gently ruffling his hair. “Go back to sleep,” Charlie says. And Meyer does.

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Prompt from here.

What to Do When Your Car Conks Out (50s AU; Chapter 3)

It seemed like an eternity until end of the school day, until the last clang of the bell. Of course, school was always a drag, but Charlie had an extra itch under his skin that day. The moment his last class ended, he shoved his way out of the door, pulling his jacket on in the hall. The teacher hadn’t finished going over the reading assignment yet, but it wasn’t like he planned on doing it anyway. Besides, there were more important things on his mind.

Unfortunately, the school wasn’t exactly around the corner from the mechanic. He felt stupid, cutting across the school lawn at a brisk stride. Hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans, he turned down a residential street. The breeze was warm as it rustled the leaves, tinged in yellow. It was the time of year with crisp mornings and bright sunny afternoons. Not that it made much difference to Charlie, as the same jacket hugged his shoulders no matter what the sky decided to do.

The street was quiet in a way that bothered him. Each little house—square fronted, steep pitch roof, two gables watching in an unblinking suburban stare—lined the road with a neat lawn out front. It was too early for the kids to be back from school and the driveways stretched empty, cars and fathers absent.

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to see God in the skyline [35/?]

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire Pairing: Meyer Lansky/Charlie Luciano Rating: eventual E. Warning (? lol) for plenty of underage cuddling, kissing, and play-fighting. Words: 1448 Summary: The story of two immigrant boys as they meet and grow up in New York City.

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