7 Works by KeithKoenar
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"Mister Shelby! What will it be this time, shirts? Suits?"
"I'm not here for the dry-cleaning."
He hasn't been here for the dry cleaning for quite some time.
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In which Mister Zhang is terribly sick for two weeks and Thomas Shelby ultimately ends up stealing a damn prostitute, because he is a foolish, weak man. A tale of trust and betrayal unfolds then, intertwined with Thomas' perpetual aspiration to expand the business, and too late does he understand it is spiralling out of control. In his desire for a man that would rather laugh at the misery of the world than wallow in it, Thomas forgets the harsh reality of their cruel world, forgets himself. For fours years he closes his eyes, thinks of an earnest smile as if to reassure himself.
There's a red rising star in the east, and a gypsy king at the center of the world.
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As Levi stands guard over a gorge full of ghosts, he finds himself drawn into a slow, dangerous orbit. Two soldiers. One frequency. In the dead zone between war and silence, a voice cuts through Levi’s isolation. And in the static, something blooms: not safe, not soft, but real. Love, like war, asks everything. Speaks in riddles and want, hiding everything but the truth that grows louder with every word.
But desire has no place in a graveyard, and love doesn’t survive long where no one is meant to leave alive. One day, there’s no more hiding - only the choice to burn together, or be buried apart.
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Levi faltered. Just slightly. “You like hearing me talk?”
“Mhm. It’s… nice. You have good voice.”
He said it like a fact. That made it worse, somehow. The brief hum of static between them stretched long, heavy with something threatening to break Levi’s skin.
“That surprise you?”
“Yeah,” Levi admitted, adjusting the dial on the sentinel just to keep his hands moving. “A little.”
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Slow burn and gay angst with something akin to phone sex at the end.
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“That's it. No heroic action or famous last words, he just stumbled and screamed and died in my arms. Nothing more than a footnote in my tragic background story. What a joke.”
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There is not a whole lot of a build up, really. 10K saves a life, Dominic fills the silence with chatter and they latch onto each other. Maybe out of unfullfilled desires and maybe out of lack for better options, but out here that really did not matter that much.
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It was when Ivar broke one of those sacred rules of his that all alarm bells set off in Ubbe's mind. Never call a pet by its name. This slave though, with the mysterious curves and softness to his hands, is too compelling. The pull and push between brothers begins, to their own demise. At first no one sees, of course, but sooner or later this will be disgrace.
As queen of Kattegat, nothing escapes Aslaug.
As Ragnar's first born, Björn smells opportunity.
And Ivar? All Ivar seeks is to be a God of his own making.
Ubbe is merely trying not to drown.
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She has been waiting for the right moment. Power drawn to power, and not in the way you would expect, all sharp eyes and prophecies filled with blood. Ivar relishes in the attention. I must be a gift of the Gods, to find a face as ugly as his without a mirror.
Ubbe watches from afar, wondering when this will break the world they know and live in. Wondering if there is anything he could do to change their fates.
The Gods are watching, guiding their hands. A tale of blood and gore, passion and sacrifice, serpents and wolves, paving the way to eternal Valhalla. It is the Viking way.
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They are sitting in front of the candy machine. On the floor, munching on one chocolate bar after the other, because apparently they are five years old.
They don't know yet, but it is only the beginning of their journey.
...A story full of fluff, existential crisis, and a little bit of plot.
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As soon as their eyes met again for the first time since the boy's return, Altair had seen the change in them. It was the kind of change that kept everybody else at bay, sharp, sudden, deadly.
Yet these deep charcoal eyes did nothing but draw Altair closer.