#ron kray fic

[martinandlewislive]

Drunk

Young Ronnie x reader // oneshot

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You jumped at the sound of pounding on your door. You turned your bedroom light on and grabbed your knife off the night stand, you kept it there for situations Just like this. It was a little after 3am who the hell was at her door? It wasn’t (F/N) your best friend, she was out with reg for the night and she has a key.

You pulled your blanket off of your body , your heart began to race as your mind went over 300 different situations, all bad. Nothing good comes from a pounding at your door in the middle of the night.

The pounding continued and as you got closer to the front door you could also hear some groaning and mumbling.

Steadying your breath and gripping your 7 inch knife you swung the door open ready for confrontation but instantly let your guard down when you saw Ronnie standing (if you could call it that) on the porch.

He didn’t even notice you had opened the door his eyes were closed and he was swaying back and forth lazily

“Ronald” you quipped getting his attention.

He still didn’t open his eyes just breathed softly and asked.

“Reg about?”

“No him and (F/N) are in hackney at the fights , they won’t be back until tomorrow” you explained looking him over.

“Are you drunk?” You added.

He looked up at you mumbled something and then puked on the floor in front of your feet.

“Damnit Ronnie !” You yelled stepping back as though it were lava

“M’sorry… m’sorry (Y/N)”

he mumbled his words just barely making it out of his mouth. His hand reached up and pet your hair and face softly. You moved out of his reach and put his arm around your shoulders to help him stand. You couldn’t turn him away and have him wander the streets in the dark in the drunken state he was in.

This is the last thing you wanted to deal with at 3 in the morning.

“And Where have you been you smell like horse shit” you stated wrinkling your nose at his stench.

“Hmmmm dunno” Ronnie hummed opening his eyes slightly.

“Reg about?” He asked again looking around. You grabbed the bridge of your nose in irritation

“Take your clothes off”

you instructed leading him down the hall to the bathroom, you couldn’t handle his smell , he needed a bath.

“Wait brush your teeth first”

You said pulling an extra tooth brush out of the drawer.

“I can’t”

he slurred falling backwards a little, you steadied him and rolled your eyes

For Christ’s sake

“Open your mouth”

you wet his tooth brush and topped it with paste before turning to face him.

“I swear to god Ronald if you puke on me” you warned

Ronnie shook his head with his mouth still open waiting patiently for you to brush his teeth . You took that to mean he won’t. You brushed his teeth gently and made sure not to stick the brush too far in his mouth.

“Ok spit”

He didn’t move

“Ronnie spit it out” you said again

He opened his mouth and let the tooth paste fall out of his mouth and onto his shirt.

“Right whatever”

you said using his shirt collar to wipe his mouth he stumbled and you once again steadied him.

“Ok now get undressed”

It was bath time

“Don look..don’t- don’t look at me”

he mumbled, you rolled her eyes and turned around to start the bath water. You could hear Ronnie struggling with his suspenders and then you heard him stumble into the bathroom door knocking down some toiletries as he did so. You stared at the bath tub blankly as he fought with his clothes.

“Ronnie just let me help you for Christ’s sake” you huffed.

“A’right” he spoke softly. Youd never seen Ronnie naked before but you’ve seen almost everything before as you and (F/N) had been best friends with the krays basically their whole lives.

Ronnie wasn’t always a violent unpredictable man , in this moment he was very calm and vulnerable almost timid. This is the Ronnie you knew and wanted everyone else to know too but he didn’t show this side to everyone. He wanted people to fear him and so they did.

You took off his suspenders and then unbuttoned his shirt and pants sliding them both off. You gasped when you saw thick, red , liquid splattered on his chest and shoulders.

“What did you do?” You asked looking up at him. You knew for a fact this blood was not ronnies , he must have gotten into a fight. Ronnie getting in to a fight never ended well for the other guy. Ronald was disqualified from boxing for being too violent , he didn’t know when to stop he just couldn’t control himself.

“Dunno” he chimed.

“Is he dead?” You asked tossing his clothes aside . Ronnie simply shook his head.

“Did anyone see you?” You asked again.

“No” he replied, his voice was so low and gentle.

You left it at that. Whoever he hurt most likely deserved it.

“I’m going to make you some coffee, get in the tub”

You instructed before walking out to the kitchen. preparing the coffee , and grabbing a mug out of the cupboard setting it on the counter before moving into the living room. You grabbed some Blankets and pillows from the ottoman and made him a makeshift bed on the couch.

The smell of strong coffee filled the air a tell tale sign it was ready to be poured.

When you walked back in the bathroom you found Ronnie had done as she told him and gotten in the bath , though he wasn’t washing himself.

“Couldn’t find soap”

he said knowing what you were thinking. Your eyes moved to the edge of the tub where a bar of soap sat untouched.

“It’s right here ro” you said with a sigh.

“Oh” he chimed with a small chuckle.

You set his coffee down and grabbed a wash rag from the linen cabinet.

“Wash the blood off of you” you told him soaping up the rag.

“I can’t move..” he replied.

God, how much did he drink?

You washed him yourself, wiping someones blood away from his chest.

“That feels nice” he commented closing his eyes at the feeling of warm water falling down his skin.

“Drink your coffee ronald”

“Don’t like coffee” he replied.

“Just drink it , it will help the room stop spinning” you said, now washing his back. He began to smell much better.

“You feel it too?” He sighed closing his eyes

They sat in silence , you washed his body and he drank his coffee, looking forward , emotionlessly, at the bathtub faucet the whole time.

“I want to call them “

Ronnie said still staring at the faucet . You sighed

“I don’t know what hotel they’re at Ron .”

You knew by ‘them’ Ronnie meant (F/N) and Reggie

Usually having zero contact with your friend would cause you to have extreme anxiety but you knew (F/N) was with Reggie and while he was still living and breathing no harm would befall her

“I’m ready to get out” Ronnie said suddenly finishing his coffee and standing up.

You couldn’t help but laugh

“Ronald get your dick out of my face”

You tossed him a clean towel and he wrapped around his waist with a smile

“Sorry” he chimed stepping out of the tub

You could tell he sobered up a little but he was still pretty drunk

“Does reg have any clothes here?” He asked

“No but you can borrow a pair of my shorts to sleep in if you want “ you offered , Ronnie nodded and followed you to your room. You walked to your dresser and tossed him a pair of black spandex shorts. He took them into the bathroom and put them on.

In the mean time you finally crawled in bed ready to sleep.

Ronnie walked back in to your room , your shorts looked like black boxer briefs on him

He looked gorgeous in the moonlight , you had a hard time looking away.

“I made a bed for you on the couch” you informed

“I don’t wanna sleep alone” he replied quickly

You were going to tell him too bad but you knew how he felt and honestly didn’t want to sleep alone either.

“Ok you can sleep with me but put the trash can by you in case you need to puke”

He grabbed the bin set it beside the bed and got in with you

“Will you cuddle with me “

he asks laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. You didn’t verbally answer but you moved yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest and draping your arm over his waist letting your hand rest on his abdomen

He smelled fresh and his skin was warm and soft from the heat of the bath , it began to rain outside they could smell it in the air that drifted in from the open window

Ronnie pulled you closer and closed his eyes, a minute or so of silence passed before he spoke

“What do you think Reg and (F/N) are doing“

“Honestly probably the same thing we are“

You hummed

Ronnie nodded

A few more minutes of silence passed you listened to the rain that fell on the roof and Ronnie spoke again

“ do you think he’s fucking her?“

“Maybe” you answered honestly.

Reggie was just as gorgeous and beautiful as his brother they were both as beautiful as each other , You certainly would not blame (F/N) if she was fucking reggie

Another minute of silence and rain

“Do you want me to fuck you?“

Ronnie asked his voice still low and quiet

“Yes Ronnie I do, but not while one of us is drunk and the other is sober. We should both be drunk or we should both be sober“ you said

Ronnie hums in agreement, this made sense to him and he would never pressure you into anything.

“Thank you for letting me in“ he chimed

You waved this off, you knew if the situation was on the other foot Ronnie would’ve done the exact same thing for you , Ronnie would’ve stopped the world for his brother And his friends.

You could tell by the rhythm of his breathing that he was falling asleep the deep cadence of his breath in his chest made you want to fall asleep too you felt his fingers trace shapes on your lower back as you stroked your thumb across his abs you both fell asleep to the sound of the rain

@frostyluxe

#kray twins #real ronnie kray #ron kray fic #ronnie kray #Ronnie kray fanfic #Ronnie kray imagine

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My series Masterlist

<Bumble bee Series>

A series of Steve and Bucky adopting a little girl they saved from hydras arms

<Number Eight Series>

A series for five x Number 8!reader

<Fives Doll series>

A series for five x little!reader

<Little Doll Series>

A series for bucky x little!reader

<Beefy Buckys Baby Doll Series>

A series for beefy!Bucky x Fem!reader

<A Gangsters Princess>

A series for Reggie kray x Little!reader

<Dove>

A series for Reggie kray x Fem!Reader

<A Mobsters Wife>

A series for Mafia bf x Fem!Reader

#series #masterlist #five hargreeves x reader #little reader #five hargreeves #five hargreaves #mafiaau #bucky x little!reader #avengers x little!reader #marvelfic #stucky x little!reader #Reggie kray #ron kray #tua #marvel #marvel Fic #winter soldier #age regressor #age regression #safe space #little space #x reader #mafia bf #mafia au #mafia!bucky #avengers #bucky fluff #beefy bucky #bucky x reader #Tom hardy

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TH Characters as Writers

TH Masterlist

Tag list: @buttercup32sstuff @potter-solomons​ @zablife​ @ilovemanypeople​ @vir-tual​ @liliac-dreamer​ @alikaheroes

I was inspired by @hecatemoon87​‘s TH Characters as series and oddly, in particular, her Tom Hardy characters as vampires post. So... let’s just say some writers have a side they keep hidden.

Now, I might one day write individual little pieces for each of these or perhaps a whole fic (because we all know I struggle with doing one-shots). However, for now, this is what I came up with.

James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’

Genres: Mysticism & Horror

Possessing a taste for cruelty and rumoured to be a vampire, James has everyone (publishers, agents, fans) quaking in their boots. The fact he seems to know an awful lot about what’s generally seen as ‘savage’ and ‘dark magick’ only feeds his image in the public eye.

His writing style is reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe and the dark Gothic genre, the stories often set in the shadows of the Victorian era. They feel so life-like you’d think he’d actually experienced his own stories, but surely he’s just done a lot of research and done it very well.

Right?

James is very closed off from the public and strays away from social media. Any account on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or whatever other platform claiming to be him is fake. The only person he ‘talks’ (in his own way) to and occasionally gets him out of the house is his neighbour. She’s his proofreader and grateful for him escorting her to and from work (she’s supporting herself by working a waitress and singer on Friday nights), but the relationship remains difficult because she can’t get a read on him. He supports her small business and often can be found in her vicinity.

If you saw the both of them and read between the lines of his novel Taboo, you’d notice the female protagonist is eerily similar to her while the character’s counterpart resembles him.

Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’

Genre: Romance

Alfie works under the pen name Edna Spector to prevent the men working at his bakery from finding out about his hidden side. The only one who knows the real face behind the name on the covers is a young female barista who works at a café he’s fond of, close to his bakery. It’s also with her he exchanges books and sometimes goes bookshop hopping. Totally not dating her, no, not at all.

Or are they?

Though he might not show it and the novels by other writers are carefully stowed away in his home, but Alfie is an absolute sucker for bakery love stories. So it’s no wonder the majority of his are exactly what he loves and they tend to have a very smutty side. No one’s complaining, though.

Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’

Genres: True crime & biography

The Kray twins are among the most famous (or, rather, infamous) co-authors in the publishing industry. They’ve made good money with their biography and now also write books to offer an insight into England’s underworld. It’s rumoured Ron still partakes in what goes on in the shadows, but Reggie claims they’ve both gone fully legal.

Eames ‘The Gentleman’

Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi

No one but his publishing house and agent know his true identity. Described as Loki incarnate, Eames is THE gentleman among British writers. While his charm has influenced the acceptance of his manuscripts, it’s still mostly his natural talent for the pen that’s made him come this far.

Underlined by realism, Eames’s stories take place in a more dystopian version of our world and explores the possibilities of technology. His debut novel, Inception, is still a bestseller to this day.

Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’

Genre: Non-Fiction

Eddie is a journalist gone author who writes about current affairs. More often than not, his books border on true crime and have led to the downfall of some powerful people and companies. Therefore, it isn’t surprising each new release causes at least some controversy and leads to a heated debate.

He has the odd tendency to talk to himself, but most people write it off as a ‘writer thing’ and think he’s simply thinking out loud or talking through scenarios for his book.

A little known fact about Eddie is that he’s secretly a fan of fluffy romance and especially Edna Spector’s. As soon as a new book by the author is up for pre-order, he’s one of the first to place an order. Now, he could do it himself, using his laptop. However, Eddie visits the independently run bookshop he frequents to support its owner (on who he secretly has a crush). It’s also here where he can often be found working on a new book, sitting in the romance section, or, if it’s Monday, helping out with the weekly shipment.

Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’

Genre: Thriller

Leo is an ex-KGB agent who uses his own experiences for his detective/spy series, which is set in the country he once called home. After losing his wife to the Russian regime, the widower fled from Russia. The decision was also in part due to his unwillingness to partake in the war with Ukraine.

The British stiff upper lip is easier to break through than the walls Leo has erected around himself. The only person or, rather, thing who knows him best is his keyboard. Sounds strange, but he bought one that’s like a typewriter since it reminds him of his grandfather’s typewriter he used to use to write letters. Although, perhaps there’s one person he occasionally shows what lies beneath the cold and distant attitude: his agent. And she’s known him long enough to pick up on the hidden hints of distress between the lines of his stories.

He has co-written a book with the Kray Twins about the ties between Russia, the Russian underworld and the English criminal underbelly.

Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’

Genre: Urban fantasy

Bob bases his stories on what happens during his shifts at the pub he works at as a barman. To think of it, it was only a matter of time before he’d turn to writing because he certainly has the classic ‘writer personality’. He’s a bit of a dreamer, shy, and quiet. However, he tends to be chatty when he drops by his favourite café for breakfast after a late-night shift or is hungover. Although, it should be noted he’s only like that when a particular girl is at work. She’s the only person he’s fond of in a way he’s never been of anyone else and it leaves him puzzled. All that he knows is that he enjoys her company and values her feedback. Also, in his words, she smells nice. Really, really nice.

His most popular book is about Tom, a werewolf barman who saves the girl he has a crush on from a Victorian vampire. It’s rumoured a spin-off is in the works focusing on the relationship between the two.

By the way, has anyone else noticed he isn’t on duty when there’s a full moon?

Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’

Genre: Adventure

Forrest isn’t good with words, that is, when it comes to talking. However, on the page, he has a natural flow in which each word is chosen with purpose. So it seems anyways, but if you’d ask him about his style and vocabulary choices you’ll get nothing more than a shrug and a “I write, that’s all there is to it.”

His main inspirations are Defoe’s Robin Crusoe, Henri Charriére’s Papillon and Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (also a source of inspiration for James Delaney). Henceforth, his protagonists often find themselves out in the wild with all the dangers it accompanies. Moreover, and only his wife knows how unashamed he is in this, he loves the Indiana Jones, Assassin’s Creed and Uncharted franchises so there’s often the hunt for some lost artefact in his tales. Also, yes, he loves video games. He might not be good at them, but nothing beats a night filled with beer and gaming (preferably with his wife).

Two little treasures I found;

#Tom Hardy #Facepuller #Alfie Solomons #Eddie Brock #Reggie Kray #James Delaney #Eames #Forrest Bondurant #Ron Kray #Bob Saginowski #Leo Demidov

[pandoras-princess]

Turn Back In Time (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

A/N: Hellooo my lovelies! 🌸 Long time no speak I know. I’ve had a rough few months and stepped back from writing for a while. Buuut I’m back. I started writing this months ago and it somehow turned into 5k long and no where near the end so I’ve decided to split it into two parts. It’s an AU world in which Ronnie never went to prison and has instead been married to you for 5 years. I’ve been watching both Legend and The Krays (kemp brothers version) and the depiction/story of Frances really struck me, so I’ve decided to centre this fic around her and the impact the Kray’s had on her. I’ve kept some parts of the original plot from the movies, although following a different timeline, as I feel they’re key to Frances’ story but I’ve put a little twist on them. Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 As always I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: Everyone has something to say about the Kray’s, but only you know the full story...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood

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“Serving as keeper of the Kray’s was an impossible feat. An impossible feat that always came as second nature to me. It wasn’t until Frances came along that I realised just how hard it really was.

She was a kind soul. As delicate as a dandelion swaying in the wind. A kind soul, but a troubled one nonetheless.

So often would the darkness take her. Wrapping her up in conflicted thoughts and shattered dreams. Reg didn’t make it any easier, dressing her up like a doll and parading her around for all the world to see. As soon as he slid that ring on her finger, she stopped being Frances Shea and became Reggie Kray’s wife...”

“Is that so?”

“Course it’s so. Sure as the day is long, that girl couldn’t handle being part of the Kray’s. It weren’t her fault mind, you had to be bloody barmy to put up with those two.”

“Are you calling yourself barmy, Mrs Kray?”

“Course I am. We’re all barmy really, till some man in a white coat says different. My dear Ronnie, God rest his soul, never suffered a dull moment that’s for sure. Another part of the Kray life Frances couldn’t handle. If you married Reg, you married Ron right along with him. Drove her mad it did, not that Reggie ever noticed. That’s what did it in the end, I think. Reggie never noticed...”

[Many years before]

“That’s it dear sit down, sit down. Ron get her that little stool- that’s the one. There you go, now you put your feet up and we’ll sort out the tea.”

You do as you’re told and rest your aching feet on the footstool provided, sinking back into the cushiony chair as everyone fusses over you. You’re now into your 20th week of pregnancy and every opportunity to put your feet up and relax is shamelessly exploited. It hasn’t exactly been plain sailing so far, but the time spent at home surrounded by the ones you love make up for it all.

Ron stands behind the chair, on guard for anyone that dare to touch you. Given the complications with the pregnancy Ronnie’s protectiveness had reached it’s peak or rather what you hoped was it’s peak. Despite your wilful protests it was now akin to signing a death warrant for anyone to get within a foot of you.

“Ronnie sit down! You’re putting me on edge!” you hiss.

Reluctantly he perches himself on the edge of the sofa, sticking his bottom lip out like a sulking child.

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to Violet carrying in the tea and for the first time you notice the petite young woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her hair is pruned to perfection and her clothes are as dainty as a dress up doll. With her big brown eyes and high cheek bones she is undeniably beautiful... but she is definitely new.

“Who’s this then?” You ask no one in particular. You’re quite surprised the two of you hadn’t been introduced yet.

“Oh, I’m Frances-”

“She’s with me.” Reggie cuts in and snakes an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. She smiles sheepishly in response and tucks a non existent strand of hair behind her ear. You don’t miss the look of disapproval from Violet.

“Well then... nice to meet you.” You offer her a polite smile and decide to stop asking questions.

After an hour or so you’re feeling much more tired than you would’ve liked. One look at your face tells Ron the same thing and he is soon helping you into your coat and saying his goodbyes. It’s a short ride back to the flat but you can barely keep your eyes open, settling for resting your head on the cool windowpane as Ronnie’s hand finds your thigh.

The next thing you know he’s waking you up and helping you out. Once inside you waste no time and head straight to bed, clambering in as Ronnie makes you both tea. By the time he brings it up you’re snoring softly into the pillows. So, with a shrug of his shoulders, he strips down to his boxers and climbs in next to you. His arm settles around your ever-growing bump as your sleeping form curls into his side. Stroking it absentmindedly, a smile spreads across his lips. Images of your daughter-to-be dance through his mind, whirling and dipping perfectly in sync.

Would she have your hair? Wild curls the colour of burnt oranges and fallen leaves of autumn. Or would she have his? Smooth and silky... but boring old chocolate brown. Would hazel eyes come through? Or would she defy all odds with irises the colour of the deep blue sea? The excitement is intoxicating and the possibilities endless as they go bouncing about his head.

You were carrying a girl, he was sure of it. Everyone else says as much and he’d be lying if he said that isn’t exactly what he’s hoping for.

The comfort of your embrace wraps itself around him like a warm fluffy blanket and he is quickly lulled off to sleep.

You spend most of the next few weeks like that. You in bed, Ron joining you in between meetings and nights at the club. Soon enough though there are more good days than bad and you often find yourself strong enough to relax at Violet’s while the boys go about their business.

Today Ronnie had vowed to stay firmly by your side, supposedly irked by the ‘funny look in your eye and pale skin’ as he so elegantly put it. You sit nestled between him and Violet at the kitchen table while Frances busies herself with making the tea.

“This is so kind of you” Violet gushes. “A real treat, isn’t it?”

“Mm lovely yeah.”

You notice the complexion of the hot liquid as soon as she starts pouring it and wince for what’s surely coming next.

“Oh. No, no, Frances no, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. You go and sit with Mr Kray and I’ll sort it out.” Violet’s tone is dripping in disappointment and her face says it all...

Frances would never be good enough for her little Reggie.

She rushes off into the front room and hides herself away on the chair, oblivious to Mr Kray’s presence. Your heart went out to her; it’s not easy making your way into the Kray family. 

“She can’t even make a decent cup of tea!”

“Yeah, poor Reggie, ay? It was a good effort.” Ronnie snipes, quite obviously loud enough for Frances to hear.

“Ron!” Your palm connects with his bicep and his lips part in protest but the murderous glare overtaking your features stops him dead in his tracks. “Don’t be so rude!”

“Go easy on him Y/N, he’s only stating the obvious...”

“She looks like a budgie in that dress, don’t she?” Ronnie chooses to ignore the daggers you’re shooting at him, clearly egged on by his mother’s reassurance.

“The rag-and-bone man wouldn’t pick her up if she was laying in the gutter!” Violet chuckles.

“No... oh well, Poor Reggie. I shall, um, I shall flush that.”

The mockery proves too much and Frances leaves without saying another word, the slam of the front door casting a stunned silence over the room. Staring at the now empty seat, you can’t say you blame her. Ron’s tongue was razor sharp to the untrained ear and could slice open the toughest of souls in no time at all. Violet’s could be far worse, the apple having fallen none too far from that particular tree. 

Rumour has it she ran all the way home that day, rushing down the roads and stopping for no one on her way. You can’t say how true that rumour is, but more often than not the feet take on what the heart finds too much to bear.

The weeks roll by and before you know it you’ve passed 7 months. With only a couple of months left until the baby arrives, it should be a joyous time for you all. But disaster had struck, as it so often did in the chaotic gangland of the East End. Reggie’d been collared for an old warrant, the judge denied his appeal and he was to spend the last 6 months of it behind bars. He was ordered to surrender the next morning.

What should’ve been happy days quickly became solemn and with Reggie gone it was clear Frances was never going to be accepted into the family.

Spending so much time lounging in the cushiony chair you’ve laid claim to and walking the streets aimlessly for a scrap of relief as the baby makes a boxing ring out of your womb means you pick up on the things that go unmentioned by everyone else.

Frances is not happy. In fact, she’s miserable and in no way enthusiastic for the life she’d unknowingly signed up for. Reggie’s constant absence is taking its toll on the fragile woman and you aren’t sure how much more her shoulders can carry. In the months that have passed since your introduction she’s like a whole new person, in the worst way possible.

One evening you’re nestled beneath a number of blankets, engrossed in the copy of Moby Dick you’ve read a thousand times before when Ronnie comes home. He pours himself a whiskey and settles into the seat beside you bringing your legs to rest on his lap.

“Guess who I bumped into today?” He asks, completely disregarding the item already occupying your attention.

“Who?” 

“Good old Frances.” 

“Oh! How is she...?” 

“I don’t actually know. I shouldn’t think too well though. You see I told her- and before you say anything it’s fucking true -I told her that she’s turned into a ghost, right before our eyes. Now don’t give me that look love because with the right kind of lighting I’d be able to see through her clearer than a butchers window.” 

“You did not say that to her?!”

“I absolutely fucking did. Somebody had to tell her and it wasn’t very well going to be you or Reggie now was it.” 

“You can’t go around saying things like that to people, they don’t tend to like it very much.”

“Princess, I don’t give a fuck what other people like. Not a single fuck in the world.”

“Don’t you think she’s sad enough already Ron? She doesn’t need you rubbing salt into the wound.”

“What I think about that right, is that Frances is so sad she doesn’t actually know what sad feels like anymore.”

While you’re not a fan of Ronnie’s way of going about things, you find it hard to disagree with him on that one.

That night laying awake in bed it isn’t the baby keeping you from sleep. Images of Frances flash through your mind and as you nibble away at your bottom lip they show no signs of stopping. With an exasperated sigh you roll yourself out of bed, the shift in weight proving more than enough to wake your sleeping husband.

“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t sleep. Help me with this please.”

Moving behind you he takes hold of the dressing gown you’re battling with and untangles it. Within seconds he’s holding it out for you.

Mumbling a quick ‘bastard’ you slide your arms into it and secure the belt around you. Ronnie chuckles, amused by your childlike frustration and draws you into his arms. His large hands settle over yours on your bump and he begins swaying the two of you from side to side.

“What’s up love? What is bothering you?”

“Frances.”

The swaying stops and he spins you around to face him, confusion etched onto his features.

“Frances? Has she done something? Or said something? I won’t be having that. It’s not on. Not on at all. You are a pregnant woman- my pregnant woman -I won’t be having her do anything untoward-”

“Ron stop. Stop- stop it’s okay.” Spluttering through your giggles you attempt to shut him up long enough to explain. “She hasn’t done anything to me. I’m just worried about her.”

“Worried about her? We’re all worried about her. It’s not any of our business.”

“Reggie loves her and that makes it our business. You said yourself she’s turning into a ghost. How can I sit back and watch? Just watch her fade away into the background without doing anything at all?”

“That’s easy love, you don’t watch her.”

“Ron!” You groan. “Be serious.”

“Look Y/N, you’re weeks away from giving birth, Reggie’s inside and I’m losing my fucking mind. You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about her worries n’all. Focus on you and the baby and let Reggie worry about the sanity of his woman, yeah?”

“Reggie isn’t here to worry about her and I can’t very well ignore it and do nothing Ron. It’s not right!”

“What do you suppose we do about it then love? Invite her to move in? Tell you what she can share the cot with the baby how about that.”

“Oh stop it. I don’t know what, I haven’t gotten that far yet. I do know that I’m going to do something, before it’s too late to do anything at all...”

Your plans to save the day are very quickly derailed when it becomes apparent Frances isn’t the only one lost without Reggie around. Ron is completely distraught without his twin by his side and his grip on reality loosens that bit more with every day that passes. You’re sure he’s stopped taking his medication. Heavily pregnant, you don’t have the energy to run around after him so you manage his moods as best you can when you’re with him and pray to the high heaven’s for anyone unlucky enough to cross his path when you aren’t.

Those prayers weren’t to be answered.

A few days later you’re dozing in bed when three sharp knocks shake you from your sleep. As you slowly make your way to the door the three sharp knocks sound again.

“Alright alright keep your hair on I’m coming!”

Cranky and half asleep, you fail to hide how much of an unpleasant surprise it is to find Lesley Payne on the doorstep.

“Ronnie’s not here.” You quip, hoping to end the conversation before it had even started.

“I know Ronnie’s not here. I’ve come to speak to you.” His voice is a mixture of anger and panic, his suit entirely disheveled. Tufts of hair stick up on his head suggesting he’d spent quite a lot of time pulling at it.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?”

His eyes dart around the surrounding houses and scattered neighbours along the street. “Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

Growing increasingly agitated by his elusive behaviour you grit your teeth and fold your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think so. What do you want? Ronnie would have your head on a stick if he knew you were here. I’m half tempted to tell him.” 

“I’m here to tell you your husband has lost the fucking plot love. He wants me to take money out of the casino to fund some fucking pipe dream in Africa. I had him in my office today shouting the odds and throwing his weight around. Not only that he’s scaring away every customer half worth serving at the barn. I came here to warn you. He is dangerous. Put him on a tight leash and sharpish before he does damage that can’t be undone.”

Not giving you the chance to reply Payne mutters a quick goodbye and scurries off down the street. His body is hunched over his briefcase, which is held tight against his chest.

‘He’s obviously scared of something.’

You have no doubt that something is indeed Ronnie...

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[clairecrive]

“Comfort”- Ron Kray x reader [Requested]

the lovely @onl-you​ sent a while ago the prompt “Stop being a fucking dick” and I’ve also got a few requests about the Krays. So here are the two combined! I’m not 100% happy with this but oh well, hope you like it <3

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Warning: mainly angst but got fluff at the end.

"Y/n, I'm home. You've no idea what a day I've had." Ron's voice was heard loud and clear throughout the whole house that was usually quiet. Whenever it neared the time where Ron was about to get home, y/n would always get things started for dinner. Ron would probably have to head out again to go to the club while her work tired her out so that she could never wait for him. Dinner was the only time when they could enjoy each other with no rush or time pressure and since they got together they quickly learned to take advantage of that.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" Y/n's voice came from the sitting room where Ron found her. She looked confused, or rather startled. Like she was abruptly snapped out of a daydream. He knew she did that a lot.

"What do you mean, what am are you doing here? You invited me over for dinner, last week." Hanging his coat he looked to see her shaking her head.

"Oh dear, I'm so terribly sorry Ronnie but I'm afraid I completely forgot."

"'s okay," he mumbled taking a seat on his chair. Something was off, Ron could tell, even he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. "Are you alright?" he asked her lighting a cigar.

"Of course, sweetie. Well, get yourself comfortable while I go and put something together for dinner."She offered and stood up to do exactly what she said. "Would you like a cup of tea, while you wait?" Her voice called for him from the kitchen after a while.

"Sure," he spoke out. However, there was no need because y/n was walking his way with a cup in her hands before he had finished talking.

"Here you go," she softly smiled at him after having sat down the cup on the table in front of him. Ron looked at the cup first, took it in his hands to inspect it and then moved his eyes over her. Y/n was already walking back into the kitchen, completely clueless. If before this Ron wasn't sure what was going on, this had proved that there was definitely something wrong.

"Honey..." he called for her while joining her in the kitchen so he could show her the water-filled cup.

"Yes?"

"There's only water in here," and to back up his statement he lifted the cup under her eyes.

"Oh goodness. I forgot to put the tea in it," her eyes widened at her mistake, her cheeks red with embarrassment, "I'm so so sorry, I've my head in the clouds today." She emptied the cup and put the kettle on to make tea. Before Ron could inquire about her strange behaviour, the phone rang and when she made no inclination to answer it, he did.

"Hello?" Annoyed for the interruption, he growled at whoever had called.

"Ron? Is that you mate?" Hearing his twin's voice made Ron furrow his eyebrows in confusion. He had just dropped him off, what could he possibly want now?

"Of course it is, who else would it be at y/n's home?" but Reggie completely ignored his brother's jealousy.

"What d'you called for?"

"Oh right, I called to check in on y/n. How is she?"

"Since when do you check up on my girl, mate?" If the fact alone that his brother was calling just after he had left him hadn't upset Ron enough when Reggie mentioned y/n, he really got angry.

"Would you stop being a dick, mate? Frances told me the news so I called. Y/n's family." Ron couldn't see him but he knew that Reggie was probably rolling his eyes at him and his behaviour. He couldn't care less though.

"What news?" This new piece of information made Ron push his anger aside for a moment. Apparently, his girl was keeping something from him.

"So she hasn't told you then?"

"No, but I figured that something was up. She's a mess, forgot that I was coming over and stuff," he mentioned to his twin to demonstrate that yes, he wasn't completely clueless.

"Yeah well, it would have upset me too. A lot actually, so be nice to her, alright?"

"I don't need to be reminded of being nice with my girl." Hearing his twin growl Reggie knew that his time had run short so he got straight to the point.

"Just don't be a dick like you usually are. I'll talk to you soon, bye Ron." The line went dead and Ron was stood there, phone in hand, head a mess.

Between the two, Ron was the one who was always quiet, he would only speak if he needed to. Or if he had something to say. Y/n was more chatty, granted she enjoyed her quiet time too otherwise Ron didn't think they'd work well together but she also came always to him whenever something was wrong. The fact that she hadn't and was acting weird, made Ronnie realise that this news had upset her a great deal.

Putting the phone down, Ronnie adjusted his glasses while he went looking for Y/n. Her house wasn't that big so Ronnie didn't think it such a hard task like it was proving to be. Where could she have gone? His call with Reggie had lasted a minute long, at most. Where could she have hidden in such a short amount of time? Calling out her name didn't help either so there was only a place she could be, Ronnie realized as he neared the ladder that led to the attic.

The squeaking of the wood and Ron's groans as he climbed and tried to fit his broad shoulders through the narrow opening were more than enough to alert y/n of his presence. However, as Ron spotted her near the window, she didn't move nor even flinched a little. Straightening his shirt, Ron walked up to her to join her in the sightseeing she was doing. Not that there were much to stare outside of the window but Ron knew from experience that looking at the lined up rooftops in the distance had a somewhat calming effect.

One of the other things that Ron and y/n had in common was that neither of them liked useless words. What was the point of saying things that one knew were ineffective just so that they could fill the silence? There was nothing wrong with being quiet. They both agree on that. And so, words of courtesy were never used between them when the other was feeling low for whatever reason. They simply stood by the other, letting them know that they were there and that whenever they were ready to speak, if they wanted to, they'd be all ears. So that's what Ron did.

Y/n had never told him but she had always found his presence comforting. He had something about him, maybe that stoic composed look he was always sporting did the trick. Y/n didn't really care for pointing out why it was, she just knew that he did and was very grateful for having him in her life. Resting her head on his arms, since she was too short to reach his shoulder, y/n tried to let her gratefulness slip to him. As his hand held her, y/n sighed knowing that she had to talk. Clumming up was a tendency she had, a rather toxic one and she had made a promise to herself to try and avoid it.

"I got bad news," she started quietly and continued when Ron grunted in support, "I... my mum is sick, Ron." y/n felt her throat constrict as she let the words out of her mouth. Feeling Ron's grip on her hand helped a little, but he knew that it was not nearly enough. y/n's relationship with her mother was really similar to the one Ron had with his. So he could perfectly understand what she was feeling and actually thought that she was handling it a lot better than he would.

"What did the doctor say?"

"They said she had cancer," only the word brought tears to her eyes, sniffling she pushed them back, " they don't know how serious it is but I mean it's cancer so it must be pretty serious right?" Now y/n turned to look at him, maybe she was hoping to hear him disagree with her, to assure her that it didn't necessarily mean that it was serious. But Ron couldn't know for sure, who the hell would he know, he was a schizophrenic gangster after all, he knew nothing about these things. What Ron could do though was offer some kind of comfort, a shoulder for her to cry on, gentle caresses and affection.

As everybody in London would say, he wasn't the affectionate type. If there was another thing that Ron loved more than silence was his personal space. However, contrary to popular belief and despite his mental problems, Ron wasn't incapable of love. Maybe the fact that he saw the world in a different way and the fact that he was a lot more sensitive than the average man, was what gives him the intel about love. y/n had never complained about this side of their relationship. Ron had a way to make very clear his emotions and feelings, even without using any words. She never felt dubious about his feelings for her for that very reason but also because whenever she would doubt herself or go through a hard time, Ron would always come through and face it all with her.

Meeting her eyes, Ron gently took her cheeks in his hands. Seeing the look of absolute despair and sadness, watching the tears that she failed to prevent from falling staining her beautiful face, he felt words failing him. What could he say to make her feel better? Absolute nothing, he knew. So he didn't bother.  He gave her a soft peck and engulfed her in his arms in one of his rare bear hugs that y/n was always yearning for. The intimacy of this gesture was what made her break, though. Hugging him close to her, y/n couldn't stop herself from crying anymore.

The only thing that Ron whispered to her was that there was still hope, there was still a possibility that it wasn't that bad until the doctors didn't tell them otherwise. Maybe giving her hope wasn't the best thing to do but he felt like he had to remind her of this possibility. The warmth of his body and his gentle hands on her, after a while, succeeded in calming her. Pulling back a little so that he could look at her face, Ron saw that her tears had stopped too. Still with a soft voice, he offered to draw her a nice bath, he was even willing to join her if she wanted him too. His eyes softened when he saw a little smile tugging at her lips and felt incredibly proud of himself for that. Looking at her now, he realized that this is the only thing that he could do to help here: give her comfort.

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[hardyimagines]

Big Mouth

Hiya! First of all, I love your writing, you're without a doubt one of the best Tom Hardy writers out there imo!! I've been having some really big Ron Kray feels lately so I wanted to send you a quick request (: I know it's pretty out of character but I really would love a fic of Ron with a really shy/quiet gf who gets threatened by their enemies or smth and he just gets really protective (I'm a sucker for protective fics) and comforts her. Thank you! (X

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The club was empty. The silence almost deafening as you sat in one of the stools that bordered the bar. The countertop was sticky beneath your forearms, clinging to your bare skin each time you’d accidentally fold your arms and make the mistake of pressing them against the counter. Your lips twitched south into a frown, eyes lifting to the other side of the counter to inspect the length of it. There was a tub of ice. A sink, crammed pack with empty glass dishes. You pondered briefly lifting yourself up and off of the stool so you could move around the counter and wash off your sticky skin, but you didn’t think it polite to go somewhere you didn’t normally. This wasn’t your club, it was your boyfriend’s and his brother’s.

The door in the corner opened and the handsome man, you were lucky to call your’s, emerged. He was dressed down in a pair of dark trousers with a white button-down and a pair of suspenders. His coat was discarded on a table in the middle of the room, wrinkled and draped partially over one chair. His hands were folded over his chest, pinning the black tie he wore to the front of his chest as he sent a glare toward the room. You couldn’t see the remainder of those inside, but you could see Ron clearly and he didn’t look happy. His hand lifted to his glasses, adjusting the thick edge of the frame before he nudged it up and into its rightful place on his nose. You looked toward him, studying his features. His plump lips were always eye-catching, so pink and full. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the space below his forearms, leaving you with a beautiful view of the visible veins that lined his soft skin. He wore a silver bracelet on one wrist and a black watch on the other, a ring circling each of his pointer fingers and one silver ring on his pinky. You lifted your gaze back to his face and shyly straightened because now he was looking at you.

“Alright?” He spoke up huskily, lowly, as if he didn’t want to be heard speaking too loud. You nodded your head once before leaning toward him, small hands fisting in your lap against the navy blue skirt you wore.

“My arms got a little.. sticky.. because of the counter.” Your innocent expression and soft voice made the tough exterior he had on display drop away in the slightest. With the tip of his boot, he knocked the door shut and made his way toward you to further inspect what you were on about. His warm hands lifted to your arms, pads of his thick fingers gliding along your dirty skin.

“Leaned in all the fucking mess, didn’t you?” He shook his head before slowly drawing you off of the stool. The height difference between the pair of you always stunned him. There was a strain forming in his neck muscles because of how often he had his head tipped south to view you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” His hand slid around to the back of the light-colored blouse you wore. Guiding you around the bar counter and toward the sink, he turned the handle so warm water spewed from the faucet. He stuck his fingers beneath the liquid, ensuring it wouldn’t burn you before he kissed the top of your head and moved away from you so he could rummage through the cupboards in search of a bar of soap. You watched him momentarily before slowly sticking your arms beneath the water. Using your fingers to scrub at the liquor on your flesh, you let out a quiet hum and then a light sound of frustration. Ron curled his fingers around the bottle of liquid soap before moving back up behind you and reaching around your form. “Here, love.” You rotated your arms, forearms up, so he could apply some soap to your skin. He set the soap down, hands lifting to your small shoulders before he let his fingers glide down and along your arms, all the way down to wear you hadn’t begun scrubbing just yet. He took over. His thumbs brushed along the soap, repeatedly working into your flesh so he could remove the alcohol that stained your skin. You tipped your head back, ogling him with a slow, appreciative smile. You didn’t need him to help you wash up, but the fact that he’d done so without a care in the world, made you feel all warm and giddy.

The door in the corner opened and Albie poked his head out. His fingers lifted to his face, brushing along his chin before he ushered over his shoulder. “Reg wants you back in here, Ron.” His eyes flickered to you, smiling apologetically. “Won’t be much longer, I don’t think, Richardson’s boys are gettin’ a bit antsy.”

Ron let out a low grumble before moving his hands under the water so he could wash off the soap. Drawing back, he leaned over and pressed his lips against your cheek, lingering before he moved his lips to the corner of your own. You turned your head, lips parting so you could usher him along, but he pressed his mouth against yours and you were left to whimper, turning completely toward his body so you could kiss him thoroughly.

Ron let the kiss linger for as long as you wanted. He set his damp hands on your curvy hips, slowly beginning to draw you into his chest. The kiss deepened the longer that your lips stayed connected and because you felt too shy to pull away first, you wrapped your arms very slowly around his middle and relished in the feeling of his mouth moving against yours.

Albie let out a quiet sigh before looking back into the room. His eyes locked on to Reggie’s, ushering him over. Reggie didn’t hesitate. He brushed his fingers along the length of his jaw before moving toward the doorway.

“Ron?” He growled, the second that his eyes latched on to the pair of you. “Mate, I need you in here.” Ron lifted his finger, telling his brother to just wait for a second. His hand then lifted to the back of your thick locks, stroking them lazily before he brought the kiss to a close. Adjusting his glasses because they’d once again fallen down the bridge of his nose, he motioned for you to carry on with washing your arms before he twisted around and headed for the room. Reggie sighed quietly before looking toward you with a reassuring smile. He didn’t mean to snatch his brother away for meetings like the one taking place, but he was needed — especially when important things were being said.

Albie closed the door quietly, leaving you alone on your own once again. Twisting the little silver handle to turn off the water once you’d finished cleaning up, you grasped some napkins from the corner and dried off the length of your wet skin. The paper towel in your hand shriveled the further that you wet it so when it was no longer useable, you tossed it into the black bin in the corner. The lid was propped open so the napkin fell inside willingly.

Moving out from behind the bar, you dropped down on the cushion you’d been perched on before and let your eyes roam the interior of the club. It was filthy, in desperate need of a thorough scrub. The floors were gross, covered in spilled drinks just like the counter and the tables had so many bottles and glasses on the surfaces, you had an urge to help clean. Why not help take some of the stress off of your boyfriend’s shoulders?

The little voices in your head told you to just sit still. Stay in place. Ron was a big boy and he could handle cleaning up. You were positive that they had someone come in in the mornings to clean up the mess from the previous night anyway. Lifting your hand to your neck, you scratched it lazily before heaving a quiet sigh. Rotating around on the stool, you hunched over the bar and lifted another napkin. Balancing on the rail of the stool, you turned on the sink and wet the napkin just enough so that you could wipe down the counter in the spot where you were sat. You didn’t want to end up with sticky forearms again.

The door in the corner opened and who was the first to pile out?

A small man with a big head emerged from the room first. He had a sickening smile and a head full of blonde hair, greasy and in desperate need of a wash. His blue eyes fell to your bum, evident and on display as you leaned over the bar to continue to wet the towel — clearly oblivious to his sudden appearance.

“Fuckin’ hell.” The accent was thick. You felt uncomfortable because of his words and even more uncomfortable when you rotated around to inspect him. His eyes hadn’t lifted from your rear. Dropping back down in the chair, you let a little frown slide across your lips. Ron was nowhere in sight. Neither was Reggie. Nor Albie. Your eyes moved from his face to the next man’s and then the next.. they were all Richardson’s men.

Ron was sat at the table in the corner, fingers pinched around the cigar in his hand as he listened intently to what Reggie had to say. His brother was sat with his legs spread wide and his hands banging lightly against the table to mark each and ever one of his points. Albie was stood by the table, hands in his pockets as he listened in. He was oblivious to the fact that Jack was ushering the men out of the back and directly through the room you were sat in — all on your own. Ron sighed heavily, hand pressing against his forehead before he pushed his chair back. “Alright, mate, as fun as it is, yeah, sitting here and talking about all the stressful shit that we’ve got to worry about. I am in need of some food, right, and a hot shower. Gonna get going, take the girl on home.” He murmured before laying his hand on his brother’s shoulder, patting it.

You shuffled your weight on the stool before sliding off of the seat. Making movement to get behind the bar, you stiffened when a man at the front with gray hair and a snaggle tooth lunged toward you. He locked your wrist in his tight grip and held you in place.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this, all on your own?” You lowered your hand to gently push his away. You didn’t want to be rude. You didn’t want to upset the blokes. You didn’t even know them. But you didn’t want to just stand as stiff as a board.

“Look at her, she’s shaking.” Another piped up with a snarl and then a husky laugh. Your body felt hot and your lower lip was beginning to tremble unnoticeably. You clamped your teeth down on the pink flesh, gnawing on it to try and hide how uncomfortable you were beginning to feel.

“She has to be Reggie’s little playmate. After what happened to Frances, he’s bound to be looking for someone to distract him.” Your eyes darted from man to man, heart aching at the words they said. But you didn’t have the bravery to confront them. You didn’t have the bravery to defend your boyfriend’s brother. You felt like you were suffocating in the small space. You wanted to spit in the man’s face, tell him that you were actually dating Ron.

“She ain’t Ron’s, he’s a fucking poof.” The grey-haired man sneered. Your hand stung at the thought. You wanted to slap the man so hard your hand would burn. You shut your eyes and clenched your jaw when the bloke stood directly against you placed his hand on your stomach. “Wonder if Reggie don’t mind sharing?” He whispered before leaning in and placing his lips against your ear. His breath made you want to gag. You hardly turned your head to the side before he grasped ahold of your face and yanked it back toward his own. Your eyes were watery, glistening with fear, but deep down you knew the man wouldn’t do much else than this. The Kray’s were in the room right there, they’d kill him if he dared move that hand any higher.

Or maybe they’d kill him for even daring to approach you.

The look on Ron’s face when he emerged was enough to make you cower in place for the rest of the men in the room. Nobody warned the bloke with his hands on you, for there wasn’t really any time. Ron had a quick stride, breathing like an angry bull as he stomped up behind the bloke and wrapped his hands in the collar of his shirt. He hauled him back and threw him against the floor, hands curling eagerly into tight fists.

Reggie stepped up though, hand pressing against Ron’s chest. “Easy,” He growled out. “Hang on, yeah, calm down.” Patting his brother’s shoulder, he attempted to try and make Ron see the bigger picture — and that was that they really didn’t need any violence to arise right now. Not after what they’d just been discussing in the room about truces and common ground. The look in Ron’s eye, though, told his brother that he didn’t care about anything that had just been said or agreed on.. he wanted the bloke on the floor to suffer for placing his hand on you. He hadn’t heard much of what had been said — but maybe that was a good thing. You shivered by the bar before slowly inching away from the group of men and toward the farthest side of the counter. Ron was oblivious. All he saw was red. Everything sounded garbled and distorted. He could only focus on what he wanted right now — and with that in mind, he pushed past his brother and toward the man on the floor. Dragging him up just enough, he sent his fist into the side of the man’s face, ring indenting in his flesh before he repeated the motion. Reggie licked his lips, unsurprised in the slightest that Ron hadn’t listened. He set his hands on his hips before looking toward Big Pat who was stood with his arms folded over his chest, waiting to be instructed in escorting everyone out. The second he was summoned, he set his hand on the pocket of his jacket, ready to withdraw his revolver if need be.

“Alright, fucking bastards, you know where the exit is.” His words were whispered under his breath, hand ushering and urging each of them toward the door in the corner, everyone apart from the man at Ron’s mercy. Ron had his teeth bared and his eyes were so angry. He looked like a completely different person. Reggie exhaled quietly before looking toward you. He didn’t understand how a relationship had formed between you and his brother. You were the complete opposite of the man.

Ron was angry, mean, big, hateful. He didn’t care about anyone or anything — apart from his family, and you. He held no pity for anyone else in the world. No sympathy. He was off his fucking rocker, as Reggie had once been told. A crazy man, capable of doing so much damage.

You were sweet. Innocent. Pure. Small. Too good for the world you lived in. You cared about too many people, your heart surely didn’t have room for anyone else. You held so much sympathy for the silliest things, Reggie was astounded you’d ever even bothered to talk to Ron. How could someone so good love someone so bad?

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Months and months ago...

The rain fell heavily, soaking whoever dared venture out in it and whoever had already been out, daring to walk beneath the dark clouds which were bound to open at any second. You’d dipped into the first building you’d come across, wet from head to toe. Your clothing was stuck to your body, glued to you. Your hair was wet, flat, and you should’ve been frustratingly uncomfortable. But you’d entered the shop with a wide grin, a very soft, sweet expression that had lured Ron in from the second you’d said hello.

“I’m so sorry to barge in.. are you open?” The room was empty. Nobody inside apart from the twins. Ron was at a table, sorting through the money and Reggie was at the bar, inspecting the inventory of alcohol. The men were speechless. The door should’ve been locked.

Reggie opened his mouth to say no, but Ron beat him to it. He was at least going to offer you the shelter despite the fact that their club was, in fact, closed, but Ron didn’t seem, at first, like he was going to offer the same thing. The rain was falling so heavily, Reggie didn’t think you’d even be able to see where you were going. And nobody else would be open at this hour. The Kray’s had just closed.

“No. You’d best be on your way out.” Ron uttered, voice muffled by the cigar he held between his lips. He looked over his shoulder, inspecting you as you pried at a little twig stuck in your hair. You sent him a very kind smile, an apologetic one that told him you understood. No fighting, no questions, no pleading to wait out the storm. You merely tipped your head and tried to apologize again for intruding. Ron hated the little pricks of guilt that stung his heart. He rarely ever felt them. But when you opened the door and he was forced to listen to the heavy pelts of rain beating against the pavement, he halted you. “You know,” He called out. “you’d be a bit foolish if you actually left. You’ll catch your death out there.” He uttered nonchalantly before looking back toward the money. Reggie didn’t say a word. He was stunned his brother had told you to get out, basically, and then had invited you to stick around all because you weren’t fussing. He shook his head before moving out from behind the counter.

“Sit down if you’d like, yeah, can I get you anything to drink or...?” Your head shook softly. You didn’t want to be difficult and you certainly hadn’t selected their establishment in hopes of getting any sort of beverage out of it. You adjusted your wet blouse before looking toward your hands. You approached the chairs in the corner, shyly lowering yourself down into one. Ron kept a close eye on you from his peripheral, noting the way you sat down, stayed quiet and didn’t dare do or say anything impolite. He tongued his cheek. A lot of women who wound up here talked the Kray’s ears off or babbled about the changes they could make to the club. He found himself growing to be just a little interested in you, but not enough to strike up a conversation, just enough to ogle you discreetly.

He had no idea that the quiet gal sat to his left, at a table all on her own, would soon become someone that he wouldn’t be able to get off of his mind — and would make a permanent place in his heart.

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Ron was stood behind the bar, washing the blood off of his knuckles. You were pretty sure his pointer finger was broken, for it was crooked and the ring he wore didn’t look straight. Your touch was gentle as you brushed your fingers along his wrist, doing your best to help clean him up, like he’d done for you earlier.

Reggie was outside, tending to the bleeding body which had been left behind. He wrote a note and shoved it into the bloke’s pocket, reminding Charlie that if he didn’t want his men to be returned to him damaged, they should really watch their mouths and really watch they put their hands.

“Does that hurt?” You asked very softly. He almost hadn’t heard you. His knuckle was purple and already bruising. Drawing his hand toward you, you did your best to wipe off all the blood without causing him any pain. Ron’s eyes were glued to you, heart skipping a beat each time you glanced up at him.

“M’sorry I left you on your own.” He grumbled out before moving his hand to rest on your arm. “Didn’t even know the blokes had left the room, until I glanced over my shoulder and they’d all piled out.” He let out a quiet sigh before pulling you toward him so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders. “He didn’t.. hurt you?”

Your head shook lightly. “He just said things.” You told him quietly. Your jaw was actually a little sore from the grip that the man had had, but you didn’t want to be too whiny.

“Things worth repeating?” Ron inquired. His hand moved from your shoulders, down and around to your waist. He pulled you in until your chest bumped his own, blue eyes unmoving from your own.

“No..” You whispered softly.

He could see you were still shaken up. Whether it was from what was said or how you were touched, he didn’t know. But he did know that you weren’t good with words, he had to read you in order to understand you — and lucky for him, you tended to wear your heart in the watery pools on your face. Leaning forward, he stole a very delicate kiss from you.

“Let’s get you home, mh?” He knew you felt just a little safer when you were in a space that you felt comfortable in. His hand fell to your own, locking around it tenderly.

“Could I.. um..” It took you a moment to speak, but he didn’t rush you. Leading you out from behind the bar, he grasped his coat off of the table and drew it on to his body. Retrieving yours from the rack in the corner, he drew it on to your shoulders and fastened the front closed. “stay around yours tonight?”

It was very rare for you to spend the night with Ron. He was hardly ever home to sleep, but when he was, he made sure to tell you. Tonight, there was no indication that he’d even be there, but because of how shaken you were, he’d make sure he was by your side for as long as you wanted him to be. Everything between the pair of you was actually quite innocent, he was never rough or harsh with you. Even sex. He was a lot more gentle with you than he’d ever been with another human being in all his life. He didn’t ever want to cause you any harm.

“You don’t have to ask me.” He whispered before guiding you out of the club. His hand was secure around your own, gentle as he held you close.

“I know.. I just..” You looked up at the man. Smiling shyly because you knew that you didn’t have to voice your thoughts any further, you pulled your bottom lip in and stared down at the rocky pavement.

Ron was entirely too good to you. He was always so patient, understanding.. he was a meanie to most, but he was so sweet to you. Your heart hurt a lot of the time because you didn’t actually understand how it was possible to love someone so much.

The walk to his home was quiet. Reggie had stayed back behind at the club with Albie and he’d probably be there for another few hours, tending to what still needed to be finished. Your arms swung between the pair of you, voices soft when you’d talk, but for the most part you didn’t say too much. He wasn’t much of a talker unless he was mad and you weren’t much of a talker in general.

Ron slipped the key to the door in the slot before twisting it and unlocking the small house. Nudging the door open, he waited for you to step inside before he followed along behind. Shutting the door quietly, he locked it back before setting his keys on the little table in the corner. Drawing off his jacket, he hung it on the hooks that were nailed in the wall before he did the same to yours once you’d rolled it off your shoulders. Following you toward the flight of stairs, he let out a heavy grunt now and then, hands locked around the rails at he ascended the flight behind you.

The house was always warm. Cozy. And it smelled like honey and maple. You brushed your fingertips along the wallpaper, stroking the length of it with a lazy smile before you turned the handle and opened Ron’s door. Moving into the room, you brushed your hands off on your blouse before dropping down on the edge of his bed. He moved in directly behind you, closing the door the second he was inside. A little yawn left his lips, a sound that made you feel all gooey because he managed to make something so simple, so cute. The man pulled off his glasses and set them on the vanity in the corner before beginning to unbutton the front of his shirt. The material was stained with blood, splatters of it marking the fabric. He needed to put it in the wash as soon as possible because he didn’t have many white shirts. He let the fabric hang open, completely unbuttoned, leaving the front of his chest on display as he moved around the room. You bit your cheek softly, attempting to keep your eyes anywhere apart from the soft, muscular skin usually tucked away behind the thin material.

The bed was comfy as you adjusted yourself on the edge of it. It creaked beneath the shift in weight, drawing Ron’s attention to you. “Feeling alright, yeah, not too shaken up?” The man paused beside the vanity and used the two of one shoe to press against the heel of the other. Drawing off each of them, he kicked them into the corner before moving toward you. The space between your knees was barely visible, but Ron took it upon himself to kneel down in front of you and rest directly in front of your legs. “You know that I’d never let anybody hurt you?” He whispered. The words were comforting, they left you feeling giddy and warm. You nodded simply to his words before lifting your hands to his strong shoulders. Stroking them slowly, you studied your handsome boyfriend before leaning in and pressing a very light kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I know..” your voice was hardly audible.

“S’a bit weird. Going from a life where I didn’t really give anybody the time of day, yeah.. and now you’re here and I can’t seem to think about anything apart from you.” He murmured. Laying his hands on your sides, he used his broad body to wiggle himself forward and between your knees. You inhaled breathily, taking your time to open your legs and allow him to get as close as he possibly could. He locked you in a secure embrace, pink lips brushing along your chin. “I love you, you know, I’m.. I can’t think of what life would be like if I didn’t have you.”

“Quieter.” You joked with a giggle. Cupping his cheeks, you traced the underside of his eyes with your thumbs, admiring him and the little smile that tickled his lips. Ron let out a soft snort before pushing himself in even closer. Laying his head against your chest, he shut his eyes. “I love you too.” You responded after a few moments. Laying your hand on the back of his head, you brushed through his strands, caressing them before you shut your eyes and savored the moment.

“The Richardson’s, right, they think you’re just some.. toy that they can play with. I don’t want you ever letting any of them get too close. You call for me. Always. Alright? I’ll come running.” He frowned before drawing back so he could stare up at you. He wasn’t sure why you hadn’t shouted for him earlier, at the club, but he was sure it had something to do with a block being in your throat and your anxiety preventing you from calling out to him. He didn’t blame you. He just wanted to remind you. He was just a shout away. He stole a very gentle kiss before lifting himself up and off of the ground. “I need a shower, love, so you can stay here, mh? Or you can join me.” His eyes were honest, shimmering with his feelings as you scanned his gaze. He truthfully didn’t mind if you just wanted to lay down and get some rest, but he wasn’t surprised when you stood from the bed and locked your tiny form around his own, a sign that you were indeed joining him for a shower.

Ron couldn’t help the smile that agitatingly tugged at his lips. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t prevent the stupid twitch of his lips from happening. He led you out of the bedroom and into the door across the hall. The bathroom was so bright, but it was because everything inside was such a clean-colored white. Pristine. Ron leaned into the shower, twisting the nozzle so that the hot water fell from the showerhead. He drew off his shirt, tossing it into the dirty cloths basket in the corner before he got to work on his trousers. You were unmoving, fingers nervously fisting in the front of your blouse before you swallowed down the nerves and did your best to undress... but at a very very slow pace. Ron was in his boxers before you’d even wiggled out of your shirt. It was no secret that you liked for him to do the undressing because it somehow took the pressure off of you, so when you shrunk toward him, he asked no questions. His fingers curled in your blouse, rolling the material up and along your tummy before he drew it off of you completely and tossed it in the same bin. Beneath his stare of approval, you couldn’t help but grow just a little more confident. He leaned down, catching your lips in the middle for a slow kiss, as his hands fell to the zip on your skirt, pulling it down so you could shrug the material down and off of your hips and thighs. The pair of you were locked around each other before you could get out of your underwear, so Ron didn’t hesitate at all before scooping you up and into his arms as if you were nothing but a toddler. He cradled you with so much easy, strong hips steadying you as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a monkey. He stepped under the hot water, allowing it to soak your underwear along with his own. He didn’t care. The fabric was getting washed anyway.

You fisted your hands in the back of his hair and pressed your lips, wet from the pouring water, against his own. Smiling into his gentle pecks, you let out a breathy hum before moving your face to the side so you could bury it into his neck. Throughout the course of the shower, he knew things would grow to be heated and the clothing that was still stuck to your bodies would eventually been discarded on the tile. Right now, he knew you just wanted to be held. Loved on. Protected. And he didn’t blame you in the slightest. He’d never let anyone or anything hurt you in anyway.. things had only happened earlier because Jack, of all people, had let the fucking men out and into the main portion of the club where they were not meant to be. Ron was going to be extra alert from now on. His hands brushed along your back, stroking it lazily as he stained the memory of your little form locked around his own in his brain. He never wanted to forget times like this.. they were so simple. So boring, probably. But they meant everything to him. It was such a private moment, one that he cherished. He’d never be able to voice how much he truly loved you because the words to describe something so indescribable just didn’t exist. But he loved you. That was the most he could say. He loved you. And he’d protect you forever.

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[bubblyani]

The Pencil Skirt

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: This idea floated in my head for a while and finally managed to write it. Been missing some Dom! Ronnie Kray. Hope you all enjoy it!

His legs spread wide open, as he guided you towards him. Standing between them, a sense of excitement fluttered when you felt him close his legs on you. And to your surprise, an exhale left his lips in the form of a grunt, the moment his clothed thighs brushed against your own.

He had you, right where he wanted you.

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One hour ago , late afternoon “Ah! Y/N...right on time, as always. Take a seat , love”

Reggie Kray cried out the moment you stepped into the flat. You acknowledged the presence of everyone there with silent greetings and subtle waves.

“Right then lads...” Reggie said while he showed you the free seat he left next to him “...let’s get this sorted”

It was not so long ago, since you joined The Firm to work as their secretary. A boys club it was, sure. And family and friends being firmly against it was a given. But for you, the money was good and you enjoyed the company with all your heart. They were your family too.

Your hands began to smooth down  from about mid-thigh down towards the bottom of the skirt as you sat down. This was obviously the usual practice when sitting down with a skirt. But with the pencil skirt, the process seemed far too pleasing, feeling your own curves through the material before taking your place in the chair.

New and on trend, you treasured the  pencil skirts you owned with love. Classy, elegant and feminine, wearing them brought you confidence.

Confidence in yourself in every way.

As you sat down, you felt a particular pair of eyes watch you with intensity. It was familiar enough to not show surprise.

As always, business was discussed. This time however including a special topic: Attempt on making peace with a rival gang. A meeting was planned today after this. And there had to be contingencies. Legs crossed, you noted them all down in your book, with focus and detail.

And yet, those eyes watched you. Those eyes belonged to none other than Ronnie Kray.

Just as you had your habit to smoothen your skirt before sitting down, the other Kray twin had his. Always sitting right across from you, him staring at you with fascination was simply involuntary. And just as always, his stare would wash over you long enough for you to look up, only to find yourself locked in his gaze.

“Y/N?”

Reggie’s sudden whisper broke your concentration mid-gaze. Leslie Payne had begun talking, allowing Reggie some free time to wonder as to why your hand had stopped moving.  

“You alright?”

Inconspicuously, Reggie whispered to your ear, moving his lips subtle enough a particular person would not read them, “Is Ron giving you a hard time?”

His tone was filled with concern. It was not surprising, since  his brother’s stare was quite noticeable. Your eyes widened.

“No...of course not” you slightly shook your head, turning your head towards him, “...I’m fine, thanks Reg” you whispered back, giving a soft smile.

Of course you were fine. But what Reggie did not need to know was your deep curiosity.

How you were dying with curiosity of when his brother’s stares will finally end, with something more.

His stares never made you uncomfortable, for it simply fueled your desire for him enough more than it was the first time you laid eyes on him.

You wished you understood the language his eyes spoke, for you'd be an enthusiastic conversing partner. But that was all a part of your curiosity.  So, you kept writing as the men continued.

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An hour later

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you returned to the living room. Everyone had left, except for Ronnie.

Nervously, you cleared your throat.

“Where is everyone?”

“They all left...” Ronnie said, putting out his cigar while he sat on the armchair, “I promised Reggie we would meet him at the pub after”

The meeting, you remembered. Of course.

Embarrassment came over you when you realized you made a Kray twin wait for you until you were ‘powdering your nose’’. And the fact it was Ronnie made it worse.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kray....”You said, looking down.

Silence filled the room while you got your things ready to go.

“You know...I’ve always thought you looked good!”

You froze. 

As long as you have known him, Ronnie Kray had never complimented you before.

Until today.

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him. Suddenly this seemed to be the most tense moment you’ve ever encountered.

“Beautiful...yeah” Ronnie began,  “I’ve always thought you were beautiful” he said in a convincing tone, “but...you in that skirt...fuckin hell!” he scoffed, “It’s something else...you look so good” He said, holding out his hand.

When he held out his hand that way, with eyes that demanded you to hold it, you knew defiance was not a wise choice. And you did not want to after all.

“So fucking good...I couldn’t get my fuckin mind off it” He growled.

Hips swaying as you walked towards him, you swore this was merely your imagination. For you couldn’t comprehend any of this.

At last , he had spoken. And you needn’t be curious anymore.

The touch of his hand on yours sent shivers down your spine, and blushes up your cheeks.

His legs spread wide open, as he guided you towards him. Standing between them, a sense of excitement fluttered when you felt him close his legs on you. And to your surprise, an exhale left his lips in the form of a grunt, the moment his clothed thighs brushed against your own.

He had you, right where he wanted you.

And with a swift movement, you felt him place both hands on the back of your thighs, caressing the material of your pencil skirt.

“Genius....innit? This skirt...” he said, in a low tone, transfixed in you.

Starting from the hem, his hands traveled upwards, slowly indulging every inch of you skin through skirt until they reached mid thigh. And then they traveled downwards, repeating the process to his pleasure.

His touch, it made you wince, it made you moan softly. It claimed his power over you, even though he still remained to be seated. “Don’t look away!”Ronnie said, “Look at me!” He commanded, when he noticed your involuntarily need to close your eyes in response.

With much bravery, you gazed back at him.

Finally, you found yourself understanding his language. And you knew, a few minutes more of his silent conversations, would surely drive you to the point of heated arousal, that will not fade so quickly.

“Mr. Kray....” you began.

“Ronnie...” he corrected.

“Ronnie...” you amended, eyes not leaving his as he slowly got up,“I’m afraid we’re going to be late-Ah!”

A gasp was inevitable as you felt him cup your buttocks firmly. Faces only centimeters away, his heated breath fell on your face.

“Well...” Ronnie began, pulling you closer till your body was finally pressed against his.

“....Then I guess they’ll have to just fucking wait...till I’m fucking done with you!” ___________________________________________

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[fencer-x]

Belated end-of-year fic meme

So, it’s already 2020, but I couldn’t technically post this meme until Erised reveals went up, so I’m posting it now! These are just some comments and discussions about the writing that I did this year. High word count, low fic output--that’s pretty normal for me!

GENERAL STATS

List of Fics Posted:

Fandom: Harry Potter Every New Beginning (141k, explicit; Eighth Year fic + time traveling) Pensieve For Your Thoughts (22k, explicit; pinch hit for HD Erised 2010, Eighth Year fic w/a fair bit of dubious consent going on)

Fandom: Promare spend some time with me (i really like your company) (73k, explicit [to be on the safe side]; canon re-write)

Total number: 3 Total word count: 236,239

Ship/character breakdown: Ship breakdown: [Harry Potter] Drarry, Hermione/Ron, Pansy/Parvati, and little tiny hints of other ships; [Promare] GaloLio, background implied Gueira/Meis

Characters that had the main focus: I'm happy to report I wrote from Draco's POV for the first time! My HP fics so far have all been Harry POV, so it was actually fun writing from Draco's POV, though I think most of my fics work better from Harry POV. Promare fic was from Lio's POV mostly because that's what the fic called for, and it was interesting--not sure if I'd go for that POV on the usual (update since I drafted this post: I think, strangely enough, I prefer Lio’s POV, as I’m well into fic #2 from his perspective). Promare fics focused, also, on Mad Burnish, which I really enjoyed writing (I'm much more of a Mad Burnish fan than Burning Rescue, so perhaps that's why XD)

Details

Best/worst title?

Best title: This is gonna be very subjective. I'm actually happy with all three of the titles?? I think Every New Beginning, though; because it's only after you finish the fic that you realize it's a (SPOILER ALERT) spoiler for the entire story. I like that little detail :D

Worst title: maybe spend some time with me (i really like your company)? I actually like the title, but it's a little bit OF a cop-out, just lifitng a line from lyrics, and it's difficult to google XD (update since I drafted this post: YOU FOOL, YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN FOR YOUR NEW FIC NOW, WHY??? YOU CAN’T TRACK THAT)

Best/worst first line?

Best: I am far less comfortable with opening lines than closing ones. But I guess my favorite of these three is, /Kray Foresight liked to think himself a patient man./ The others are kind of generic, and it was interesting writing this bit from Kray's POV. Not a fun headspace.

Worst: /In retrospect, he should never have trusted a book that came from Pansy./ Not a terrible opener. Not an amazing one. In my defense, I was pressed for time when I wrote it, and I probably would've stewed over it a little longer to pick something with a bit more hook, but it did the job.

Best/worst last line?

Best: I'm satisfied with all of them, but I liked the entire epilogue of ENB, so the final line is probably my favorite: /He devoured his breakfast in record time, then Banished his tray and dishes back to the kitchen before tossing aside the duvet and padding into the bathroom to deliver his complaints about the turkey bacon to the chef in person./

Worst: It was tough finding a place to end the Promare fic that felt satisfying, so probably this one: /The distant whir of chopper blades whistling through the air grew louder and louder, and Lio leaned in to press his lips against Galo’s, lingering as long as he possibly could before whispering, “…Why don’t you start by teaching me how to ride a motorcycle?”/

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

More! Because if I'd gone by my original plan, I'd have completed precisely one (1) fic this year in Every New Beginning. I was well into drafting my next fic after that when I tripped headlong into the Promare fandom, and I was eager to get that fic out before fandom died down, so I poured myself into it. Then the Erised fic was a pinch-hit, so I wasn't expecting to write it at all.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Well. Promare didn't exist last year, so 8D I also probably wouldn't have predicted I'd write any Pansy/Parvati and find it cute.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

SSTWM, I think! I've had SO much fun with Promare so far, and getting to explore a slight twist on the canon, building out the Burnish society and delving into relationships I wished I'd seen explored further in the canon was really satisfying. I'm glad I wrote it.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

...And it's also my most popular story this year, too, by pretty much every metric AO3 can give me: hits, kudos, and bookmarks (ENB has more comments, but it's also been out rather a lot longer). The Promare fandom is hot hot hot right now (no pun intended), so I expect that contributed.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Probably my pinch-hit right now, if only because I wasn't able to show it off when it got posted because of the Erised rules. It's also a one-shot, whereas ENB is a multi-chapter monster.

Story that could have been better?

Wish I'd had a bit more time to play with my Erised submission, but them's the breaks with pinch-hitting! I'm satisfied with how it came out, but me being me, I love writing longfic and would've wanted to make something more of it.

Sexiest story?

Pensieve For Your Thoughts, very much so :D

Saddest story?

Every New Beginning, definitely. It's not a sad fic, per se, but it's quite sad in places, and the overall plot is not a happy one. It has a happy ending, but you'll want to read the tags carefully before checking it out.

Most fun?

SSTWM, getting to flesh out the Burnish colony--LOTS of fun. Gueira and Galo's rivalry in particular was a hoot XD

Story with single sweetest moment?

I think this bit from SSTWM:

“But maybe I can do something a little more my style?”

“Your style?” Lio repeated, dubious, and Thymos brought a hand up, resting it just over his heart. Lio tried not to let his eye linger on the spangling of scars covering his bare arm—was he not freezing, nearly naked as he was?

“When I was recovering in the hospital after the fire Kray rescued me from, he used to come and visit me. Sometimes he’d bring food, or toys, or games—but this one time he brought me a book. It was about firefighters—firefighters from all over the globe, way back before the Great World Blaze, even. That’s where I learned about the ones from that Asian country, see. But there was this one chapter about firefighters from this huge city—looked a lot like Promepolis, actually—and it was so huge, there used to be thousands of these firefighters who worked day and night to keep it safe. And when someone wanted to join their ranks, they had to get up in front of all their peers and speak an oath.”

Lio held his breath, though he wasn’t quite sure why, and tuned every nerve in his body to Thymos in that moment.

Thymos closed his eyes, his hand still splayed over his heart. “‘I promise concern for others, and a willingness to help all those in need. I promise courage: Courage to face and conquer my fears. Courage to share and endure the ordeal of those who need me. I promise strength of heart to bear whatever burdens might be placed upon me, and strength of body to deliver to safety all those placed within my care. I promise the wisdom to lead, the compassion to comfort, and the love to serve unselfishly whenever I am called.’” He opened his eyes, fixing Lio in place. “I promise. All of it.”

Lio’s heart was thudding mercilessly in his chest, and he worried that if he opened his mouth to speak, it might just leap right out. He swallowed thickly to keep it in place and then rasped, “...Grand words for a glorified member of a bucket brigade.”

“Was hoping you’d be impressed I remembered it, after all these years.”

“I am,” Lio said, taking great pains to ensure his sincerity came through.

Hardest story to write?

Pensieve For Your Thoughts; I dislike anything resembling noncon, and while I'm satisfied with what I did, if I'd had more time, I would've found a workaround so the consent wasn't nearly as dubious. I think my recipient liked it, though, so all's well! I also find writing porn difficult, and that story was like 70% porn XD Why I did that to myself, we'll never know.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

Every New Beginning, especially all the bits of Harry and Draco getting closer; I love writing their banter, LOVE IT. I wish I could write a story that's nothing but banter. Someone pay me to do that please.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

I love Lio, but we don't get too much characterization in the film; it was therefore kind of eye-opening writing from his POV. Of course no fan's characterization is going to be quite the same as what the creators might have imagined, but I still enjoyed what came out of it.

Most overdue story?

Eh, two of them weren't on any sort of deadline whatsoever, and I'm pretty sure I got my Erised piece in before the deadline! So we were good this year :)

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I used NaNoWriMo as a 'goal' for finishing my Promare fic--I not only finished the fic, I also completed 50k of it during November, so I technically beat NaNoWriMo too! I learned that if I really want to hit a goal and feel like I have to, I have the complete and total capacity to do that. It's just a matter of will for me.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

To finish my next Drarry fic, aka the one that was supposed to come after Every New Beginning but got pushed to the back-burner by the sudden insistent arrival of Promare in my life. I also want to write for Erised PROPERLY this year and organize a Promare fanwork event around the one-year anniversary :D

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[anankos]

1, 7, 13, 18, and 20 for the ask meme? :3c

1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

.... fire emblem. Not much has changed, as you can see.

7. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

A big thing is length- I’m not a marathon writer. Sometimes I gotta work to fluff things out ever so slightly so it’s not just reading a brick. I’m also prone to struggle with writing strong emotions from character POVs. Guess it’s part of having a different temperament than the characters I write.

13. Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

[dumps out box of romantic tropes] Oh, just a few. Pair The Spares, Stalker With A Crush, any form of the Romantic Plot Tumor. I’m also incredibly wary of works that portray an abusive relationship where the person in question doesn't get out- or even worse, stays with their abuser (it’s... not an uncommon thing. It’s even worse to read a fic where the author clearly doesn’t see it as abusive. Yikes). I’m also INCREDIBLY picky about the Arranged Marriage trope. Very, very few people have ever written it well, and honestly it’s better if the married people in question turn out as allies and friends instead of lovers.

I also love a good gray character or redemption arc, but honestly ya gotta choose who you’re doing this with carefully. People really need to look at the reasoning behind Why They’re Like That, and more importantly why they change. You can’t just kick off a redemption arc without said character even acknowledging that they were wrong or working to make amends. (And frankly, there are some characters that just plain Don’t get redemption arcs, especially in our current climate. Explicitly shown abusers, for example, or even worse, actual fascists: see Kyle Ron, the Diamonds, Fire Lord Ozai, Kray Foresight... the list goes on.)

Well, that got kinda heavy! Next

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

... Oh good lord that’s a hard one. Y’know what actually I’m gonna cheat a little bit because I have a few phrases I’m happy with for the Professor Sothis au. Mostly I’m happy with them because I woke up in the middle of the night, wrote them on the notes app, and fell back to sleep. And it’s coherent!

“Once again Sothis wished she could see a more detailed, less stylized panting of Seiros, so that her murky memories of the girl might sharpen. The last time Sothis saw her daughter in human shape, Seiros had been a gangly teenage thing, more awkward on two legs than on four. She wondered how Seiros looked now, a grown dragoness and blooded hunter in her own right. Most likely hiding among humans somewhere, as Archbishop Seiros was recorded as ‘dying in her sleep, of natural causes’. Pah! As if such a thing happened to dragons after a mere five centuries of life!”

“Edelgard always remembered her brothers’ and sisters’ suffering in her dreams, mirroring her own. But like a timeworn tapestry, Edelgard’s memories of who her siblings were was fading, and that was perhaps the most terrifying thing about them, far more than memories of needles and burning blood.”

“Some parts of the tragedy never left Dimitri, snatches of perfect clarity wrapping around his memories like funeral veils. The smell of cooking meat as the fire from the carriage remains licked up his back. The weight of Glenn’s corpse atop him after taking a hit meant for Dimitri. His father’s empty face staring at him, empty and accusing. The searing pain of his hands scrabbling along the burning ground for purchase.

No, those particular sensations refused to leave him, even when asleep. This late at night, at least, he could chase the dreams away with nobody to see his weakness.”

Memory is a Theme for this, as you could guess. And ptsd really does royally fuck with your memories in a lot of ways, by the way. God knows it makes my life irritating enough.

20. What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

THYMA. Poor gal gets fridged in the first third of the movie. The Promare, which only count as a character according to ao3 because I started the tag.

Sothis... probably counts as a minor character for all the attention she gets in the main game, rip. Mikoto, Ishtar, Mr. Phillip Ga’hoole. Probably others I’m missing

#dildodragon speaks #fic stuff

[iamkatehardy]

Imagine Ron taking care of you when you’re sick.

Request: “ Hey babe! Love the account! I’ve been sick for the past couple of days and I was wondering if you could write a fluff fic with ron taking care of a sick reader thanks!! ♥️🤒🤧 “ by a lovely anon out there!

A/N: It’s just a small imagine, but it has been a busy day  😪 Hope you enjoy it!

At first, it was hard to get used to see your brother hang out with the fucking Krays, but you soon found out that keeping on the right side of them could have its advantages. They weren’t all bad, but definitely the kind of gentlemen that people know better than to mess with. When you finally started hanging around with the twins and seeing the good in them, they were like a second family;  very comfortable to be around.

You went from timid to owning Esmeralda’s Barn in the blink of an eye. Miss (Y/N) Smith, the life of the party; but not that night.

Staggering to the bed, you fell onto your back. You felt feverish, cold, exhausted… Even your head hurt as if you had been hit. Curling up into a ball, you covered yourself with the soft blankets; you tossed and turned, over and over again, but failed to fall asleep. You put your sleep mask on, but it didn’t help either; drenched in perspiration, you put your hands on your head.

“For fuck’s sake.” – You muttered under your breath.

Finally, you fell asleep. It wasn’t a very peaceful sleep, but it was better than being conscious of you runny nose, sore muscles and exploding headache.

Couple hours later you woke up to the door slam and jumped from the bed.

“I told you not to be that loud, goddamn it! Why are you home so early anyway?” – You called out to your brother, putting a pillow over your head, but there was no answer.

All you could hear were heavy, paced steps approaching you, before you felt your bed pressing down, as if someone just gently sat there.

“Are you fucking deaf, Teddy?!” – You growled as you ripped the sleeping mask off. Your eyes widened when you saw it wasn’t Teddy. – “Ronnie?! What are you doing here?!”

“Well, if Mohammed won't go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed.” – He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly on his lap.

“But the most important question here is… How did you get in here? Did my brother give you the key?”

“No. I tried to ask, but…”

“Did you steal the key?” – You crossed your arms under your breasts.

“I borrowed it. It was on the table, within reach of my clever, determined, crafty fingers.” – Ron was visibly proud of his accomplishment.

“ You gangsters’ definition of borrowing matches my definition of stealing.” – You extended your hand, palm up, waiting for him to give it back.

“I just wanted to check in on you, y’know?” – He said, with some indignation. – “Your brother told us you were sick, I had to see you.”

You knew Ron was kind of crazy, but also sensitive and strongly attached to his loved ones, willing to protect them at any cost. A tender smile wobbled on your lips.

“We aren’t getting soft are we?” – After coming closer, you laid your head on his lap.

“Never. A little worried, maybe. ” – Just a hint of a smile formed on his pouty lips. – “When I’m sick, Ma makes me some chicken soup and pie. Y’know, I thought it might make you feel better.”

“I don’t think I have the strength to think, or move, Ron… Let alone cook.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, are you cooking for me?” – You laughed, quirking an eyebrow.

“That would be a fuckin’ disaster and you wouldn’t want that, now, would you?” – Ron gently lifted your head off his lap and got up, setting his glasses on the nightstand. – “I stopped by mom’s house on my way here.”

“Ronnie, you really didn’t have to!”

After he went to get the silverware, he took the food containers he brought.

“It’s not very fancy, but…” – He took the container and the spoon in hand. – “Is as good as we can do right now. I promise I will take you to the most refined restaurant in London, once you recover a little.” – He scooped up the soup and placed it near your mouth. – “Say ahhh.”

“Are you serious?” – You chuckled.

He nodded; you didn’t take long to realize he actually meant it. Opening your mouth, you let him feed you the chicken soup.

After he made sure you ate right, he nestled you in his arms, watching you closely and humming happily.  

When confined within four walls, he was a different man; a Ron that not many could see. He could either be lustful and dominant, or protective and caring, sweet in his unique own way.

“You should go to the club, have fun enough for the both of us, huh.” – You gently squeezed his nose between your knuckles.

“Are you sending me away? Am I such a bad company?” – He straightened up, letting go of you.

“No, I just don’t want you to get what I’ve got.” – You gently traced the veins in the back of his hand with your fingertips.

“I’m Ronald Kray, not even bullets can get to me, let alone a bug.” – Shaking his head, he leaned against the headboard and drew you back to his chest.

“Excuse me if I worry about you, Mr. Badass.” – You buried your face against his broad chest. – “Furthermore, you could be having fun with my brother and the boys, but you’re putting up with me…”

“I’m here because I want to.” – He twirled your hair in his fingers. – “Fun isn’t my priority. Even if it was, how could I ever have fun without you?” – He lifted your chin, tilting your face to his and meeting your gaze.

Your mind and your heart raced even more than usual, as you studied his luscious lips. Before you knew it, he lowered his head and covered your lips with his own, warm and firm; his fingertips dug gently into your soft bare skin, his other hand roaming freely through your hair and your back. In the few seconds the kisses lasted, you felt as if you were floating on air. You pulled away from the kiss, your hands still on his body and your lips still just one inch apart from each other.

“Ron! That was disgusting.”

“I’m sor…”

“Shut up and kiss me.” – Interrupting him, grabbed his collar and pulled him into you.

He rarely took orders from anyone, but he complied with your request in a heartbeat; pulling your hair gently, he kissed you again and again, wrapping his arm tight around you. His kisses were long, slow and lingering. His lips seemed to devour yours and they didn’t belong to you anymore; not as long as he kept giving you the addictive, intoxicating feeling of his touch.

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[captain-erwinmerica]

Oh geez where do I start??? I love your fic so much it e n d e d me. Ive been in a huge rut for a while now and I legitimately thought I couldn't feel excitement and joy again but then you fic happened. I know I said it ended me but it really gives me l i f e. Lol. Also, have you watched Legend (2015) idk but I somehow see both the Kray Twins in your Victor. But more Ron because your Victor is fucking m a d. Anyway. I know writing can be hard sometimes. I just want to know you're appreciated. :)

sbcaobc thank you so much, when people say stuff like that it makes my day every single time. 

And noo I haven’t, but I will have to look it up now! Yeah, Victor is a bit nuts, but I am all for it since he does it for Yuuri XD thank you again, writing is super hard but its also super rewarding so it’s worth it! 

#ashida replies #anonymous

[brooklynislandgirl]

Ronmanmob :3

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general:  Let me explain, dear keikei. Few and far between are the muses that I can look at and feel absolutely petrified of. This is one of those.  Ron is like Rome. Beautiful to look at, impossible to know, and yet, eternal. If you see past that violent veneer, there’s something ultimately tragic and severely broken there, but he bears it stoically, and finds his way through the roughest parts with fists and soft words. There’s also a classic chivalry there that’s foreign to most lesser men. While his motivations might be questionable, his moral character is not. Regardless of what the rest of his brain says. There’s a quiet intensity about him, that’s softened by his constant companion, Claude.

how they play them: To be honest, I cannot say I know a great deal about the Original Mr. Kray, nor the lovely Tom Hardy version. I hope to remedy that very soon. I am thankful that the lovely mun introduced me to this fascinating character from Britain’s history. That being said, there’s a feel here that I don’t know how to describe. It’s like...Capone and Dillinger and Legs Diamond were distilled to both their essences, both sacred and profane, sieved through our motherland, England.  Add to that one of the most sensitive and realistic portrayals of mental illness I’ve come across in call it 15 years of RP (probably longer).  ‘Our Ron’s’ voice is so very clear and distinct that I can literally hear him in my head when reading these awesome posts.the mun: This mun. I love her face right off, and I have my lovely little Mags-birb to thank for the formal introduction. ;) R-mun is just about the kindest, sweetest person you will meet. Her enthusiasm and joie de vivre flows through every word she types, and is infectious. She’s also fantastic, friendly, and very go-with-the-flow.  I may actually have to petition to adopt both she and Mags, if they’ll let me (although their real families might object, lol). Come, love her. Seriously. Do. But also, seriously, don’t mess with her. She’ll wreck you. >.>

do i;

follow them: Absolutely!rp with them: Every chance I get.want to rp with them: Insert exhibits A and B from above, extrapolate.ship their character with mine: True story. I actually had an hour long discussion about this with another mun, who doesn’t even interact with our favourite Mobster. Beth and Ron have a rare and interesting understanding of each other, that goes beyond mere ‘oh, this is an interesting person’.  R-mun wrote a fascinating ficlet about how Ron communicates with the world, that I highly recommend you look for, or ask her to read. It’s couched in the language of Fonts, and I think if Ron speaks Wingdings, Beth speaks a variant unicode of it. Or she can bypass with enough coding. They have a fabulous chemistry that bounces back and forth between set-the-countryside-on-fire-platonic to a very-shy-quiet-tilt-your-head-to-the-side romance. The kind the French wrote about in accounts of courtly affection. That particular brand of nebulousness works for them.And sometimes, I can totally see Mr and Mrs Kray (the lovely Monica) and Beth and Z having a lovely summer evening on the veranda, the Gentlemen not really saying much of anything to anyone, and allowing the ladies and children (the Krays have 5 of the precious darlings although of the favourites Beth doesn’t have, it would be the twins)  to chat and play happily under their watchful and supremely violent guardianship.

what is my;

overall opinion: I love this character. I love the way he’s written. I love everything about this blog. His dialogue, his prose, his turmoils and triumphs.  Please, please, please ‘treat yo’self’, and read. The rp and the fic. It could change your life.Do it.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

#ronmanmob #And the lovely anon who submitted this #Making a Wish on Passing Cars|Answered Asks

[leelee1234love]

What’s Coming soon?

This is my what’s coming soon page so you can see the Fics/series/Drabbles etc. I have planned or I’m working on!!!

•So Soft… (Beefy!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

•Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk (Daddy!Reggie Kray x Little!Reader)

•Clowns (daddy!loki x little!reader)

•Don’t Play with Knives (Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader)

•Stutter (Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader)

This will be frequently updated!!!

I hope you enjoy reading these when their out :) 🧡💛

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[pandoras-princess]

Ronnie’s World (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

A/N: Hello my lovelies! 🌸🌸 I hope you are all well. I’m not too sure where this came from, but I’m very happy it’s here. My first time writing a proper one shot for Ronnie, it was inspired by the drabble I posted a while ago 😊 obviously an AU world where Ronnie isn’t solely interested in men and in terms of that if any phrases I’ve used in relation to Ronnie cause any offence please let me know and I will be more than happy to find an alternative that works, but I don’t know anything if you guys don’t let me know, so please always feel comfortable enough to just drop me a message 😊😊 the last thing I want to do is upset anyone. So with that said, I give you this one shot, maybe a part two if you want it?? Idk status pending on that one 🧐 Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 as ever I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: In Ronnie’s harsh world there’s no time for love and feelings and all that nonsense. No, Ronald Kray was a heartless man, interested only in chasing the infinite highs of life. That is, until he meets you...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (it is a kray one shot after all)

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Ronnie Kray’s world was a unique one, to say the least. Draped in sex, drugs and all things gangster, it was hardly what one would call normal.

But the world worked for Ron, and Ron worked for his world.

The moment he saw you, that world tilted on it’s axis. The movement was so slight it could’ve gone unnoticed. The insatiable desire to claim you as his own, however, was not so easily ignored.

It was a drizzly Friday night and the club was at it’s peak. Packed from wall to wall with happy go lucky couples, the live entertainment was going down a storm.

Ron was enjoying a whiskey, puffing away on his signature cigar when he noticed a sodden young woman enter the club. Drenched ringlets clung to your face and your chubby cheeks were as red as your velvet coat, but he couldn’t drag his gaze away. He’d certainly never seen you in the club before, and as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen you in the surrounding area either.

You push through the crowded bar to lean over and whisper something in the bartender’s ear, who then calls Reggie over and introduces you. A growl rumbles through Ron’s chest as Reggie embraces you in a hug and leaves a kiss on the back of your hand.

It was no secret that Ronnie was of a different persuasion to his brother, so he couldn’t fathom where these feelings were coming from. He couldn’t fathom why it made his skin crawl and teeth itch to watch Reggie flirt with you. He’d never been this attracted to anyone, much less a woman. But as his eyes drink you in, you’re the only person left in the world he has any interest in.

The hand creeping up his thigh brings him crashing back into reality and he roughly pushes it away. “I am not interested.”

“C’mon Ron, you’re always interested” Teddy purrs.

“Not anymore.” Standing up, he makes his way over to the spot you were occupying at the bar.

“Hello there.”

“Alright Ron” Reggie nods towards his brother, a smirk plastered across his face at the apparent infatuation written all over Ronnie’s. “This is the new singer, she’s on in a bit.”

You whip around, spraying his face with fine droplets of water in the process. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Er right, nice to meet you. Are you from around here?” Ron sips his whiskey, his posture awkward and stiff as he shoves his free hand in his pocket. It’d been a long time since he’d had to impress anyone. And never anyone as beautiful as you.

“No but close, Hackney actually.”

“Mm very close indeed.”

An awkward silence sweeps through the air and you smile politely at him, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, break a leg.”

He raises his glass to you before stalking back to the table, grumbling to himself along the way.

‘You’re a fucking idiot Ronald a fucking idiot! Should’ve asked the pretty lady out when you had a chance, probably thinks you’re a fucking weirdo now...’

Half an hour later you were up on stage. You’d traded your damp coat for a red gown that hugged your body in ways he could only envy, and the room falls silent as you begin to sing.

“Tell me that it’s true, tell me you agree... I was meant for you, you were meant for me...

Dearly beloved, how clearly I see... somewhere in heaven you were fashioned for me...”

By the time you’d finished, Ron was in complete awe. If he thought your beauty was breathtaking, the voice that came from you knocked the remaining air right out of his lungs.

This time he made his way over to you smiling and relaxed, back to his usual cocky self. Hearing you sing had given him the confidence he so desperately needed and nothing, absolutely nothing could stand in his way of getting you.

“Like my very own angel! Here have a drink.” He hands you a fresh glass of champagne as his eyes rake over your body.

You were a good few inches shorter than him despite your heels, and as you smile up at him through your lashes, Ron’s heart stops beating. Just for a second.

“Thank you.”

After a few more glasses and many more compliments, you agree to let him take you out to dinner.

The rest, they say, is history.

6 months later you and Ron are leaving the church hand in hand as your closest friends and family shower you in rose petals. You weren’t quite sure how you had found your soulmate buried within the psychotic gangster, but you didn’t need to know. All you needed to know was that he loved you more than life itself, and the feeling was very much mutual.

6 months after that you and Ron are driving round to Vi’s for your weekly visit. You had finally managed to grab Ronnie by the ear and drag him with you and the man had complained nonstop since.

“What am I meant to talk about anyway?” He grumbles, glancing out of the window as he drives at a snails pace down the cobbled roads.

“She’s your mother you should know what to talk about.”

“See that don’t answer my question now does it?” He turns to you, and the innocent look of despair almost makes you giggle.

“Normal things, you talk about normal things Ron.” You plant a quick kiss on his lips and he begins to list all of the normal things he can think of.

“The weather...”

“That’s always a good’un.”

“Er, the future weather. They’ve got all those predictions now don’t they?”

“How about you start with how you’ve been?”

“Because you said normal things love, and I am not normal.”

As he pulls to a stop outside of Vi’s, he’d come up with 6 topics of conversation appropriate for the visit. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his mother, he always wanted to see his mum. It was just that over the last 6 months Ron had become so accustomed to your way of translating the ‘normal’ things he found so hard to understand, that he didn’t actually know how to speak with other respectable adults. He dealt solely with you, Reggie and gangster’s, and only one of those relationships required him to be sane about things. So spending an afternoon on his best behaviour, participating in common conversation with a woman he most certainly could not disrespect, was fucking terrifying.

Your reassuring squeeze of his hand calms his nerves, and he tries to relax. It was his mother and his wife after all, what could go wrong?

“Y/N, Ronnie, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in!” The small woman pulls you both into a hug before ushering you inside. They both take a seat at the breakfast table as you set about making the tea.

“Lovely cup of tea, darling.”

A smug smile tugs at your lips as you drink the compliment in. A good cup of tea was the ultimate seal of approval when it came to Violet Kray.

“Thank you, mum.”

After a few minutes of tea sipping and mundane chit chat, Ronnie had reached his limit. Excusing himself from the table he disappears upstairs to join Reggie.

Once he was out of earshot, Violet turns to you. “So, when were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That I’m going to be a grandmother!” She sings, clasping her hands around yours.

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.”

“I know the look of a pregnant woman when I see one love, you’ve got the glow. I’d say around 8 weeks.”

Time grinds to a halt as you count back the dates in your head, realising you were indeed a month late. Your boobs constantly ached and within the past few days there were few foods lucky enough to remain in your stomach, but you didn’t think too much of it at the time. Just a bug, you thought.

With all the newlywed bliss you’d not noticed the missing period, something you were now cursing yourself for. A wave of nausea washes over you as the image of Ron’s face twisted in anger flashes across your mind. Dashing to the loo, your lunch comes back up as quickly as it had gone down.

Sagging against the wall, you will your racing heart to steady itself. How you’d been so careless you’d never know. Ron would be furious. A baby hardly fit into his gangster world plans.

Knock. Knock.

“Y/N are you okay?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Y/N...?” Ron’s worried voice replaces Violet’s but you still couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“Y/N, open the door...” His tone changes and if you knew your husband, you had about 30 seconds to open it before he opened it for you.

Dragging yourself to your feet you do as he says, and one look at your face tells him something isn’t right.

“Y/N what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Before you know it his strong arms are around your waist spinning you in the air, a smug grin plastered on his face.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” You watch the smile spread to his eyes, both twinkling with excitement, as you nod your head.

“Oi Reg, guess what?”

“What?” Reggie’s head pops over the banister.

“We’re having a baby! She’s pregnant!”

“That’s great news Ron! Great news. About time n’all.” He makes his way downstairs with the rest of the gang in tow, and Violet barely gives him the time to hug you both before thrusting a glass of champagne in his hand to celebrate.

Soon time comes for you to leave and tears threaten to spill over as Violet congratulates you again, Ronnie fighting to prise you from her grip before bundling you into the car. The stress of panicking and excitement over the news was far too much for your unstable hormones to bear and you spend the whole journey home blubbering into Ron’s suit jacket as he tries his best not to laugh.

You were adorable, and he couldn’t wait until there was a mini you running about the place.

Unfortunately pregnancy was not kind to you, most of it spent in and out of the hospital. This only served to elevate Ronnie’s worry to levels he’d not thought possible and by the time your baby girl had arrived, his protection was a force to be reckoned with. 

The tiny bundle of joy was everything he’d dreamt she’d be, born with a full head of ginger curls and eyes the colour of storms at sea. Ronnie swore if you stared into them long enough, you’d see the cloudy skies swirling around her inky irises.

She was nothing short of perfect, and Ronnie couldn’t imagine loving anything more than he loved her. Apart from you, of course. 

You stand in her hand painted nursery, cradling your daughter to your chest as she gently suckles away. 

“From this valley they say you are going... we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile...” 

Ronnie follows the voice he’d fallen so hopelessly in love with - the voice that had calmed his sufferings countless nights before - and stands quietly in the doorway so he can enjoy the private performance. 

“For you take with you all of the sunshine... that has brightened our pathway for a while... 

Then come sit by my side if you love me... do not hasten to bid me adieu...

Just remember the red, river valley and the cowboy who has loved you so true...”

He moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing the pair of you into his chest. Luna gurgles in satisfaction and her big blue eyes find her father’s as her little eyelids start to droop. Ronnie rocks you both from side to side, stopping only to plant a kiss on your temple and within seconds she’s sound asleep in your arms. You place her in her cot before turning around to face him.

“Hey” you whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping newborn.

“Hey.”

“We should probably get out of here.”

“Yes we probably should” he chuckles, leading you out of the nursery.

You collapse onto your bed, arms high above your head as a long sigh escapes you.

“Your daughter is so exhausting!”

“My daughter yeah?”

“Yes, when she’s loud and grizzly and hungrier than a cattle farmer, she’s your daughter. When she’s cute and smiley and adorable, she’s my daughter, okay?”

“Alright then whatever you say yeah.” Ronnie holds his hands up in surrender, not daring to argue with his exhausted wife.

You feel the bed dip beside you as his large hand rests on your thigh. “How about we get some sleep love, how about that?”

You grin sleepily, tired eyes peering up at him. “Sounds perfect.”

You quickly undress and climb into bed, your heavy limbs sinking into the soft mattress as you snuggle into Ron’s side. Within seconds your breathing slows, and the rise and fall of your chest evens out as you fall into a deep slumber.

‘Like mother, like daughter’ he thinks to himself as he focuses on the steady beating of your heart against his own, your warm breath fanning his bare chest. He soon falls into his own dreamland utopia.

Yes, meeting you had spun his world entirely on it’s head. Emotionless sex was replaced with raging passion and marriage vows, drugs were replaced with cups of tea and breastmilk. Gangster’s were replaced with... well, there’s only so much you can change about a Kray.

But, Ron had to admit, this world worked for him too.

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[leelee1234love]

Legend Masterlist

(This Masterlist is based off of the character from legend not the actual Man!!!)

🧡= Little!Reader Fics

💛=my fav fics

*=smut/nsfw

Reggie Kray (Dove Series)

(Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader)

< Torture >

- Summary: Another gang torture you and Reggie tries to find you and when he does…

< Dad mode >

- Summary: Your dad doesn’t trust your new boyfriend Reggie…

< A painful mark >

- Summary: You self harm and Reggie comforts you…

< A shootout >

- Summary: Ron and Reg have a gangster ‘meet up’ but Ron gets a bit hungry after…

< Aunt flo’s come to town >

- Summary: You come on your period and Reggie comforts you..

< Shot >

- Summary: You get shot in a brawl in a pub and Reggie finds you…

< Ron Needs you >

- Summary: Ron has an episode and he needs you…

< Bunny >

- Summary: Ron accidentally takes your favourite stuffie and you panic…

< Fainted >

- Summary: You faint from your period…

*< Safe word >*

- Summary: you use the safe word with Reggie…

< Asleep in the Car >

- Summary: You fall asleep in the car with reg

< Pervert >

- Summary: A man won’t stop bothering you at a bar so you tell Reggie…

< Feeling Faint >

- Summary: You fainted…

< Emotional > 💛

- Summary: Your on your period and very emotional…

< James > 💛

- Summary: you have to stop a fight between Ron and Reg…

< Conditions >

- Summary: Reggie asks you to be his girlfriend but you have some conditions…

< Broken Leg >

- Summary: Ron Accidentally broke your leg…

< Sit down dove >

- Summary: Sitting on Reggies Lap

< Luscious curls >

- Summary: Reggie loves your curly hair

< Voice of an angel >

- Summary: You love Reggies Voice

< Just breathe with me >

- Summary: You have an asthma attack…

Ronnie Kray

A gangster Princess Series

(Daddy!Reggie Kray x Little!Reader)

< A Little Burn > 🧡

- Summary: You accidentally burnt yourself…

< Broken Glass >

- Summary: You accidentally cut yourself on broken glass…

< Paci Kisses >

- Summary: Paci Kisses for everyone!

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[pandoras-princess]

Ray of Sunshine on a Cloudy Day (Ronnie Kray Drabble)

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A/N: Hello lovelies! 🌸 just a random and completely self indulgent Ronnie Kray drabble I wrote from an old challenge. The prompt was ‘baby’ and it has to be 100 words exactly. Happy Reading Peoples! 🥳

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Pregnancy had been unkind to you, with most of it spent in and out of hospital. This only served to elevate Ronnie’s worry to levels he’d not thought possible. By the time your baby had arrived, Ronnie’s protection was a force to be reckoned with. The tiny bundle was everything he’d dreamt she’d be...

A mop of wild ginger curls; two doe eyes stormier than any sea.

10 tiny fingers, 10 tiny toes; a perfectly formed button-nose.

She gurgles, she cries; her smiles brighten his darkest skies.

She is Ronnie’s very own sunshine ray.

She is Isabella Violet Kray.

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