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angel-inked · 11 months ago

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When they keep secrets

We all have secrets, don't we? Some are just bigger than others

A/N: happy new year 💖

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What he wanted.

"You ready?" You asked, smiling at Tommy. "Yeah." Tommy replied, quiet and stoic as ever. You kissed his cheek before getting out of the car, taking a deep breath as you stared up at your childhood home. The idea of Tommy meeting your parents didn't make you nearly as nervous as the idea of your parents meeting Tommy, and if Tommy is nervous, he's certainly not letting it show on the surface, not that his flat affect allowed much to seep though anyway. You ran your hand along the railing as you climbed the front steps that seemed significantly smaller and less steep than they did when you were younger, the light sent of your mother's cooking wafting out of the partially open window. The memories of childhood came flooding back to you, your dad chasing you up and down the hallway, mom making your favorite meals, getting a hug and kiss from both of them as they wished you well before you got on the school bus. What more could a kid ask for really. You swallowed your nerves and knocked on the door. It flung open before your arm even had time to retract to your side, "how have you been, honey?" You're dad asked, swiftly pulling you into a hug. You giggled into his shoulder. It was always unclear who was more excited for you to return home, you or your parents.

"Come on in," your dad ushered the two of you inside, "Tommy, right?" He added, Tommy turned to him with narrowed eyes of slight confusion. He nodded. "Phil." Your dad smiled, introducing himself with an outstretched hand. Tommy shook it hesitantly. He wasn't used to being greeted so cheerfully. You grinned as your dad hurried off, to the kitchen to tell your mother of your arrival, no doubt. Shaking your head as you moved that direction yourself, smiling at the sounds of Tommy's heavy combat booted steps following along behind you. Tommy would trail you like a loyal dog whenever he was unsure what to do with himself. Your nose followed the sent of a delicious lunch in the making into the kitchen, where you saw your mother hovering around a skillet on the stove burner. "Hi mom." You smiled with a wave. "Oh, come here dear, I need a hug!" She exclaimed, making you giggle like you did at your dad earlier as she pecked your cheek lovingly. "Who's this nice young man you've brought with you?" Your mother grinned, flicking her eyes toward Tommy with a grin. "This is Tommy." You smiled, gesturing to him. Your mother's face lit up, "I'm Cassandra, we've heard several wonderful things about you dear." Your mom introduced herself. You could tell Tommy was a bit blindsided by her characteristic vigor. He remained silent for a moment before finally settling on, "Likewise." After a moment. "Why don't you kids have a seat in the living room, and I'll call you when lunch is ready." Your mom smiled, waving you off as she went back to the stovetop. You nodded and took Tommy's hand in your own, leading him to the end of the hallway. "You okay?" You asked quietly, walking slowly to keep your boyfriend's lumbering pace. "Yeah," Tommy started, "people are just usually more excited to watch me beat the shit out of somebody than they are to meet me." He added. "Oh, really? Because they've been biting at the bit to meet you. Every phone call lately as somehow involved being asked when they were going to meet you." You grinned. You watched Tommy's eyes shift between your face and the space over your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a picture of your mother with a baby on her lap hung on the wall, both wearing matching smiles to boot. "Well," Tommy said, grabbing your attention. "I can certainly see where that grin comes from." He said, looking between you and the picture, making you smile and nod.

Tommy remained in the doorway of the living room for a moment as you flopped on the couch. He began inspecting the mantel, a wooden box with a glass top that stood up on its side held medals and ribbons, including a pyramid of power and a purple heart. He moved to the side to eye down a picture of a man in a formal dress uniform, recognizing this man as Phil, your father. The inside of his head felt hazy, like when somber clouds became intent on blocking out the sun. The world feels grey, and those who can disappear inside out of the gloomy weather. Some find a dreary rainy day depressing. Others, like Tommy, feel rather at home in the gloom of a downpour. "Tommy." A voice cut through the haze of thoughts. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, "you were in corps?" Tommy asked quietly, turning to face Phil, who nodded. "I swear, this shit follows me everywhere." Tommy mumbled. "You active?" Phil asked. Tommy shook his head, "Not anymore." He murmured, "I have one of these," he started with a gesture to the display box of medals. "The purple heart." He added. Phil smiled, straightening his back and lifting his right hand in salute, Tommy returned the gesture. "I commend you, Tommy." Phil smiled. "I should be telling you that." Tommy said quietly. "I should be asking why this is the first time I'm hearing about any of this." You said from your spot on the couch as you crossed your legs. "Because I don't like to talk about it." Tommy grumbled, hanging his head. Your expression softened, standing and moving toward Tommy. You gently wrapped your hands around his wrists to guide his arms around your midsection, engulfing him in the comfort of a warm hug. Your dad padded him on the back, unintentionally making him pull away from you. Tommy eyed him oddly, you thought, like a half-hearted side-eye. "Lunch is ready!" Your mom called before you could really question this look.

Settling in at the table, you almost felt like a kid again. "How was your day, sweetie?" Your mom asked. You smiled, grabbing a piece of the fried chicken off your plate as you began telling them about your week. Tommy ate in silence, giving himself hell mentally after flinching at your sudden outburst of laughter at one of your dad's jokes. "Is something amiss, Tommy?" Your mom asked. You turned to see alarms going off behind Tommy's eyes. "No, everything's good, I appreciate this." Tommy said quietly, gesturing to the table, trying to redirect the attention away from himself. "You're very welcome, deary." Your mom smiled. Tommy nodded and continued to eat quietly. Watching you joyfully converse with your parents, he wasn't sure he'd ever admit it to you, but this is what he wanted growing up.

First date dilemma.

Eddie has always found getting ready rather stressful after being in front of a camera for the better part of his career. He had always felt the inescapable feeling of having to impress or prove himself to people, but preparing for a date was even worse. "Mmm," a deep rumble reverberated through his skull, making Eddie freeze in place, awaiting further harassment from his inner critic, but it didn't come. "Your heart rate has risen." The dark voice said lowly. "Yeah, no shit." Eddie muttered as he examined himself in the mirror. He sighed heavily and shrugged off the grey plaid long sleeve, "Nope!" He said, shaking his head. Vemon sighed, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the sound as he put the shirt back in his closet, feeling a pair of tendrils extending out of the midsection of his back. The feeling of the symbiote oozing through his skin was like warm water through a strainer. It was odd at first, but now it's hard to go without the warmth of Vemon coursing through his vains or the feeling of security that came from the symbiote forming around his body. Eddie turned away from his closet to see a navy long sleeve button-down and his leather jacket being presented to him, "Put this on." Vemon said. "Are you sure?" Eddie asked, taking the shirt in his hands. "Yes," Vemon exclaimed, "otherwise, we are going to be late." the symbiote added. "Being late is kinda my specialty, ya know?" Eddie deadpaned as he buttoned his shirt. "Idiot!" Vemon exclaimed, "being late on a first date is not a good look." They snapped. Eddie sighed as he picked up his keys and motorcycle helmet, "You watch too many Hallmark movies." He grumbled, locking the door behind him.

He arrived at the restaurant with exactly a minute and a half to spare, thanks to Vemon doing most of the driving. "Now, I need you to be quiet, alright?" Eddie murmured under his breath, glancing around nervously. "Of course, Eddie!" His alien earpiece exclaimed, "You are perfectly capable of messing this up without my input." They added mockingly. "Well, thanks for having faith in me, jackass." Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes. His feet were suddenly glued to the ground once he spotted you sitting on a bench by the door, waiting. You smiled widely when you saw him, "Hi Eddie." You beamed. Eddie remained in stunned silence, eyes traveling up and down your form. "Say something!" Vemon hissed, Eddie could feel them face palming. "You.. look amazing." Eddie managed, with Vemon threatening to force whatever they wanted out of his vocal chords if he didn't. "You're pretty dapper yourself." You smiled, making small adjustments to his windblown shirt collar. You turned and started toward the door, Eddie stood dumbfounded for a moment before he let out a small, breathy, "Oh." At the unseen force going to work once again, making his legs move with an irritated sigh. The restaurant wasn't busy, so you were seated quickly. Eddie's face split into a grin as he watched you smile at a baby that cooed up at you from his mother's arms, "Oh, aren't you just precious!" You awed, giggling as the mom jokingly asked her son if he was being flirty. You went and sat at the table the host led you to, "What an adorable little human spawn." Eddie hoped Vemon's words were not meant to be as sinister as they sounded. "Um, would you excuse me for a moment." Eddie said to you in a nervous haste. You nodded, and Eddie found his way to the restrooms. Once the door shut behind him, he leaned on the sink with a heavy sigh. The sound of almost liquid matter moving made him look up at the mirror, seeing the floating head of his extraterrestrial buddy hovering over his shoulder wasn't nearly as terrifying as it used to be. Eddie shook his head lightly, running his hands over his face. "What?!" Vemon exclaimed, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the symbiote with an audible huff. "You're on a date, and I'm sightseeing!" His alien counterpart insisted. "And I asked you to do it quietly!" Eddie hissed. Vemon tilted their head to one side, a soft hum vibrated through their being. Their pearly eyes and face, despite mostly being made up of an ungodly amount of teeth, held no malice. Eddie let out a defeated sigh, "I just don't wanna mess things up again, like I did with Anne." He admitted, so to speak, wasn't like he could exactly hide anything from the extraterrestrial anyway. Vemon sighed as they bowed their head, "Don't worry, Eddie, we can get through this." They grinned. "And if we don't?" Eddie questioned. "We can say we tried." The symbiote responded. "Well, let's aim to not screw up, then shall we?" The reporter agreed, Vemon nodded and disappeared beneath the surface of his skin to allow Eddie to finish his business in a sort of simi-privacy.

Eddie found Vemon's lack of commentary after their conversation in the loo disconcerting. It was unlike them and made their host anxious. As Eddie sat down at the booth, the anxious feeling seemed to disappear and was replaced by a wave of calm, and from where Vemon and he were connected, a vague sense and means of assistance. "So, how was it?" You asked, placing an elbow on the table and resting the side of your head on a closed fist. Eddie's brows attempted to touch as his features conveyed confusion, "You're meeting." Vemon murmured. "Ah, my meeting! Uh, good, it was good." Eddie exclaimed. "Well, that's... good." You smiled, making Eddie snicker. "Say, did you ever get that promotion?" Eddie asked, making you nod with a face splitting grin. "That's amazing!" Eddie congratulated you. You remained in touch with Eddie after working together, and you couldn't be more glad you did. He was funny, and miles more supportive of your career choices than your last romantic partner, even his quirk of talking to himself was endearing. Your food arrived shortly after ordering, "You put that in the article?!" You gasped. "Why not? It was the truth." Eddie responded with a smile. You shook your head with a laugh, "The ever controversial Eddie Brock." You smirked playfully. Eddie once again found himself stopped dead in his tracks by you, hearing his name on your lips provoked evocative things in the reporter. "We like this one." Vemon purred. "Yes, we do." Eddie whispered lowly into his drink under the guise of clearing his throat.

Crafty Bastard.

"Alright, fine! Just don't work too hard, love." Alfie groaned as you helped him settle into his armchair. A sciatica flair left him doubling over as he tried getting out of bed this morning. "I should be telling you that." You smirked, bending down to kiss the lips of your stubborn husband. After an hour's worth of arguing, he finally reluctantly agreed to let you fill his place for the day and that he would satisfy your insisting that he needed rest. "But now, don't go letting anyone think they can just go slack off just because I'm not fucking there!" He ordered with a stern pointed finger as he layed his cane across his lap. "Wouldn't dream of it." You smiled, pulling on his black coat and wide brimmed hat, earning a whistle from the London gangster. You scoffed at his actions and left the house. Alfie tapped his cane against the floor, idly for a few minutes, to make sure you had left the house. He stood with a start, leaning his cane against the wall by the coat rack. "Finally." He grumbled to himself, Cyril lifted his head with a whine. "What?" Alfie groaned. Cyril replied with another whine, "You're serious? I should've been an actor, pulling off a performance like that." He mused. Cyril's ears perked forward as he tilted his head to the side, "Don't look at me like that, you mutt! A little lie never hurt anyone." Alfie said in retort. "Come on, we've got work to do." Alfie called as he walked out of the room with the mastiff at his heels.

"Where's Mr. Solomons?" Ollie asked, eyes wide with worry, or maybe they were wide from being startled by you slamming the door behind you to announce your presence in the warehouse, Thomas Shelby may have been right when he proclaimed you to be as eccentric as your husband, not that you cared. "Home," you stated, "Sciatica's giving him problems again." Ollie's features lit up knowingly as he nodded with a smile, "Right," the young assistant chirped, "shall we get to work then?". You spent the morning sifting through the messy state, Alfie always left his desk in. Papers strewn here and there, pens discarded wherever they happen to be instead of being put back in their holder, an abandoned glass of what's left of last night's whiskey on the rocks. You picked up the glass and inspected it carefully, shrugging your shoulders and deciding you only lived once. You took a small sip from the glass. Ollie narrowed his eyes as you swallowed the unsavory and heavily deluded room temperature liquid with a grimace. "What?" You asked, noticing the odd look Ollie was giving you. "Why?" Was the only word he could utter. "Why not? I'll have you know Mother didn't raise a milksop." You smiled, leaning forward with your elbows on the desk, a finger pointed right at Ollie. "And I'll have you know, you're just like Alfie." Ollie said, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Hmm," Alfie hummed, making adjustments to his tie in the mirror. "What you'd think?" He asked, turning around to face his oversized lap dog that was rather at home, sprawled out on his dad's bed unapologetically. Cyril lifted his head with a grunt, looking at Alfie with half lidded eyes as he gestured to his black necktie. "Tie or no tie?" He asked. Cyril blinked at him a couple of times before letting out a long, drawn-out groan as he flopped his head back down on the bed and stretched out his legs. "Tie it is then." Alfie said, slipping a light gray wool button vest over his white dress shirt. So far, his plan was going marvelously. Everything downstairs was neat and tidy, just the way you liked it. He had even spent extra time on the showroom that you had become rather proud of, and now he was dressed for the occasion. All that was left was to cook and set the table, and maybe just maybe, he thought to himself, if he had planned this correctly, he would be done by the time you were to return. "Oh," Alfie muttered upon exiting the bedroom, "almost forgot." He added, returning to the dresser. He rummaged for a bit before shutting the drawer with a soft thunk, "Cyril, here boy." he called. The bull mastiff left his comfy spot on the bed, sitting down at Alfie's feet and wagging his tail with a lazy pace, and his large pink tongue hung out of the side of his mouth. "Now there's a handsome lad." Alfie smiled after attaching the clip on bow tie to Cyril's collar, giving his handsome lad some headpats because handsome lads deserve their headpats.

"Have a safe trip home." Ollie waved you off as you sat a bag of paperwork in the backseat. "To you as well." You returned the wave, sliding yourself into the car. "Homeward bound?" Your driver asked. "Indeed." You nodded. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes with a sigh, and finally allowed your tired limbs to go limp and just be for the first time all day. It had been a while since you ran the bakery without your husband on hand. Alfie often asked you to accompany him to his meetings, claiming it was because he wanted your opinions, which was only partially true. You could be just as business savvy as him, but you've also brought a certain air into any space you enter that Alfie decided he'd rather not do without. A smirk lined your lips when you recalled your first face to face meeting with the Shelby clan, Alfie waltzed into the Shelby estate and announced that any and all ill treatment of you would not be tolerated with his pistol on full display as he waved it around. Before you knew it, you were on your doorstep, fumbling with your keys. You sighed in satisfaction when the lock finally clicked open, stepping into the warmth of home and out of the chilly Camden air. "Alfie, I'm home." You called, setting the briefcase of papers by the coat rack and shrugging off your husband's jacket. "In the kitchen, love." You heard Alfie call back. You narrowed your eyes as they landed on his cane, leaning against the wall. Deciding to ignore it, you followed the mouthwatering sent of dinner into the kitchen. Alfie was leaning back on the counter with his arms and legs crossed and a warm grin on his face. You eyed him up and down, and Alfie nodded toward the candle lit table. "Well," Alfie asked, making you turn back to him. "What you'd think?" He asked with a loving smile. "Everything looks wonderful," you murmured, "especially you." Alfie's grin widened, and he moved toward you, his hands readily finding your waist as he leaned in for a kiss. "Did you do all this?" You asked, Alfie nodded, but then a loud deep bark filled the room. You both looked down at the panting mastiff that was staring up at you, awaiting his own kiss. "Cyril helped to." Alfie said. Your face split into a grin, "I'm sure he did." You stated, binding down to place a kiss on Cyril's wet black nose, which he gratefully returned, making you giggle. Alfie returned his hands to your waist, "Happy anniversary, love." Alfie murmured, holding you close. "What about your sciatica?" You asked, a slightly worried look in your eyes. "Well, I had to get you out of the house somehow." Alfie chuckled, making you shake your head with a smile.

"You crafty bastard."

Out of patience.

Prohibition era Franklin County was full of secrets. The Bondurant brothers knew this better than anybody. After all, more than half of the county's supposed law enforcement were paying them, and no one really knew who that new highfalutin deputy thought he was. Eighteen year old Jack Bondurant and his eldest brother, Howard, considered Franklin's greatest mystery to be their brother Forrest, more specifically, wherever he'd been disappearing to after closing time. Howard pushed Jack to follow when they spotted Forrest heading off into the woods. Jack pressed his shoulder firmly against an elm that was just barely wide enough to hide him from sight if he stood sideways. He peered around the tree and was met with a view of his older brother's back. Forrest moved through the fallen leaves with the ease of a predator silently stalking its pray. He came to a stop, turning around suddenly, Jack jerked his head back out of sight so hard he might as well have jerked it clean off his shoulders, he exhaled sharply. Peering around the tree again a moment later, only to see nothing. Jack narrowed his eyes in confusion and relaxed his stance. Suddenly, he was grabbed and roughly shoved back into the tree. "Gah!" He exclaimed, sighing when he found himself eye to eye with Forrest. "What're you doin' Jack?" He asked quietly but sternly. "How the hell did you..", "I asked you a question." Forrest snapped, cutting Jack off. "What are you hiding?" Jack asked. Forrest loosened his grip on his little brother's arms and reeled back slightly, mulling over the question in his head. "Me and Howard's been seein' you take off in this direction for weeks now." Jack added. Forrest glanced off to the side as he removed his hat and held it against his chest, "Now what makes the two of you think what I do is any of your goddamn business?" He grumbled, gesturing between Jack and himself. Jack furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to speak but was ultimately cut off by Forrest once again, "Why don't you go pay your preacher friend a vist, better yet, go help Cricket fix the car. Whatever you do, just let me worry about what I got goin' on, alright?" The older brother explained, stepping aside. Jack stood and stared suspiciously at Forrest for a moment. "Well, go on, get!" Forrest ordered, flicking his head back in the direction of the station. Jack hung his head, glancing up at Forrest as he pasted him, feeling rather disgruntled.

Forrest sighed as he watched Jack until he disappeared into the underbrush. Briefly entertaining the irony of effectively telling Jack to go sneak around with that preacher's daughter, with himself being in the same situation tenfold. If that new common wealth's attorney knew what was going on right under his nose, Forrest was sure he'd be hunted down and sent to the gallows by Wardell himself. He pushed on despite these thoughts. He wrapped calloused fingers around the jar, barely being contained by his sweater pocket, as he treaded the unstable ground. He'd promised a gift last time, and he'd damn himself to all eternity if he didn't keep his word. He allowed a smile to tug at his lips as he saw you at your usual meeting spot, rear end parked on a log, waiting. A twig snapping under one of his heavy boots made you jump with a gasp, "You came." You smiled, standing up to hug his neck. "Yeah, finally." He said quietly, "had to deal with Jack before I could get away from the station." He added. "I wish I could meet your brothers someday." You sighed, sitting back down. "Oh, I'd say you will, with the rate we're going." He replied, taking a seat next to you, his smile becoming more of a smirk. You rolled your eyes with a smile, and he scoffed at your reaction. Forrest reached for his pocket with a deep sigh, retrieving the Mason jar, inspecting the clear liquor before nodding and handing it to you. You cracked the lid and brought the jar to your lips, smiling as the burn of watermelon moonshine engulfed your senses. "I'll never understand how you drink that fruity stuff." Forrest teased. You smirked as you took another gulp, batting your eyes at him innocently over the jar. "Don't you go givin' me that, I've seen you put that stuff away quicker than Howard does, and that's sayin' somethin'." He chuckled, leaning forward. "What's in the box?" He asked, gesturing to the square shaped box with a red ribbon tied around it that you had brought with you. "That's your gift." You smiled, wedging the open jar between your legs. You picked the box up and placed it in his lap, "You didn't." He grumbled, eyeing the logo on the box after removing the ribbon. "You have wire wrapped around one of your boots," you exclaimed, "it's past time you got new ones." You added. Forrest stared at you for a moment, "Do I have to put'em on?" He asked you stubbornly. "Yes, you do." You giggled. Forrest shook his head lightly but moved to replace his old work boots nonetheless. "You know you have every lawman in three counties up your ass right now?" You questioned. "Yeah, but the government of this state ain't the only way that the sheriff gets paid, and I've spent the better part of my years doing this, so I've got a government of my own, and I can run quicker when there is no sun." He responded. A smirk laced your lips as you took another drink. Forrest finished lacing his new boots just as a metallic sound caught his ears, turning his head to the side. He saw you toying with a pair of handcuffs, folding them over in your hands repeatedly. "Where'd you get them from?" He asked. "Well," you said with a half-suppressed laugh, "let's just say Rakes is going to miss the pleasure of seeing you in these." You grinned at him. "You stole'em." He said, his voice wasn't accusatory nor was his statement a question, just a simple matter of stating a fact. "And here I thought I was the criminal in this mess." He mused, standing up to shrug off his sweater, making your eyes light up as you grinned widely, to give you better access to whatever you wanted whilst mentally trying to burn the image of your expression into his brain.

Forrest ascended the front steps of Balckwater station slowly with a heavy sigh, knowing his brothers would leave the side door unlocked to await his return, like always. His body still felt as if it were reeling from its exploits, but he didn't mind. The change of pace was nice once in a while, and at least he knew he would get some good rest once he finally made it to his bed. He shut the door behind him and clicked the lock in place. Another sigh left his lips as he struck a match and lit up a smoke. He was careful not to smoke around you. Less the smell got you in trouble. Not that Mason Wardell was any better a man than Forrest thought himself to be. They were both outside the law in a way, just with different backgrounds and upbringings. However, Wardell was viewed as more approachable to the public eye that Forrest preferred to stay out of. The light of the embers and the staunch smell of tobacco were the only things that seemed to fill the room. Everything appeared still, or so Forrest thought. "Where the hell have you been?!" Howard exclaimed as soon as Forrest entered the barroom. "Nowhere that's any of your goddamn business!" Forrest retorted, sitting the box with the red ribbon out of sight behind the bar, Howard didn't need an invitation to ask more questions. Forrest parked himself on a barstool. In hopes, taking the time to savor his smoke would be enough to wait out Howard. The eldest ran his eyes up and down his baby brother, searching for anything that was amiss. "What're you starin' at your boots for?" Howard asked, leaning back in his chair. Forrest mulled over his words, "Had to get new ones." He finally said. Howard narrowed his eyes. Something still wasn't adding up in his head. Forrest never buys himself anything unless he's forced to. However, the brothers returned to their separate indulgences silently, Howard likely to succumb to a drunken stupor before ever actually making it to bed, and eventually, Forrest smudged out the butt of his cigar and made his own way to bed without a single word of a goodnight.

Forrest stared into his black coffee with a heavy exhale, taking a small break from his ledger to let his thoughts that had been clouding his work consume him. You were back in your world, and he's still stuck in his. He still carried a stinging feeling of guilt over first impressions, "You send your clown with the bowtie 'round here again, I'll make sure you personally pull a clever out of his fuckin' skull." He growled, yanking roughly on the breast pocket of Mason Wardell's shirt. He locked eyes with you as you gave him what appeared to be an approving smile and a small silent wave. He approached you in town a few days later, making sure your daddy was nowhere to be seen. You followed him behind the general goods store for privacy. "I, uh.." He started almost nervously, removing his hat, "I do apologize if I frightened you at the station the other day, I have no qualms with you." He wasn't even sure why he felt the need to apologize to you. You smiled at him again, "Honestly, I dislike that prig of a deputy just as much as you do. Dad is just as bad. That man takes a shit and thinks half of Virginia falls out of his ass." You chuckled. You giggled again as Forrest' brows made an impressive attempt to touch.

"Thank you so much for all the help, dear." You smiled as the elder woman grabbed your arm and shook it lightly. "You're very welcome, Selma." You replied, loading the rest of her groceries into her husband's truck, making sure to help her into the passenger seat when you were done. "Need a ride home?" Glen, her husband, asked. "Do you need help putting the shopping away?" You asked. "No, deary. You've done quite enough already, don't need a youngin spending their whole life worrying over us old folks." She smiled. "In that case, I'll see you at Sunday dinner. I have one more stop to make." You smiled. The older couple nodded, sending you off with a wave. Along the way, you intercepted a runaway ball, stopping it with the side of your foot. You smiled and waved before kicking the ball back to the eagerly awaiting group of kids with a light laugh. "Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson." You grinned. The old man tipped his hat as you gave his two dogs ear scratches. As small a town as Franklin County is, it felt like home. The only place that felt more like home was that little out of the way gas station just before you hit the county line. You kicked the heel of your boots against the edge of the steps to knock off the mud, "Alright, you boys better keep up the good business!" A man exclaimed, letting the door fall shut behind him. His exclamation made you look up at him with a sharp inhale through your nose. "Well, I'll be damned," the stranger said, removing his hat, "last place I'd expect that common wealth's attorney's offspring." He smiled. "I'm here on personal business, sir." You said coldly. "Of course, I didn't mean to pry. The Bondurants are in, and tell your father Floyd Banner says hi." The man said with a smirk, opening the door and holding it for you. "I say hi for no one." You muttered, walking past him. "Well, at least one of the Wardell's has some sense about them." He said jovial, letting the door shut as you turned back to give him a disgruntled look. You sighed, turning your back to the screen door. You were being ogled by two men at the bar. The younger of the two was dressed sharply, and he appeared to have stopped in the middle of wiping down the bar counter at the sight of you, judging by the rag in his hand. "This must be Jack." You thought. The other was atop a barstool, brown curls were in disarray on his head, and a wild look filled his eyes, a jar of hooch in his large hand. "Damn." The wild-eyed man said. "I'm lookin' for Forrest Bondurant, either one of you know where I can find him?" You asked. The man on the stool smiled widely with a nod, "Well, you'd think I'd know where to find'em, seeing how he's my brother and all." He said with a laugh, stumbling drunkenly as he tried to stand, catching himself on the edge of the bar. "Ah, Howard." The realization dawned on you. "He's in the kitchen. You can go on back, good luck gettin' anything out of'em." He added with an amused smirk. "Much appreciated." You smiled, feeling less of need to be formal, considering what you've heard of these two. Howard raised his jar to you with a smile, Jack nodded and gestured to a doorway, and you nodded back.

Sure enough, you found Forrest. Fitting a crust into a pie tin, of all the things you thought you'd never see him do. "What's this then?" You asked, smiling so hard at the sight before you, your cheeks became sore. "Well, somebody's got to do something with these apples, ain't no sense in lettin'em rot." He responded without looking up, starting to fill the crust with said apple slices. You stood quietly, just watching as he placed the slices in a meticulous pattern, admiring him with a smile. Forrest could feel a pair of eyes on him. However, it didn't feel like either of his brothers, and Maggie only came to him with questions or when she needed something. This stare didn't feel unfamiliar, however. So, he looked up and let his closed fists land on the table with a heavy thump. "What the hell are you doin'?" He exclaimed quietly. "Forrest?" A voice called. "Oh," a red-headed woman appeared, covering her mouth with her hand. "I wasn't aware you had company." She smiled apologetically. Forrest glanced between the two of you, hurriedly getting the top layer of crust on his apple pie, cutting vent slits with a knife. "Put this in the oven, would ya Maggie?" He asked, washing his hands. "Sure, Forrest." Maggie replied. "I've got business to attend to." He grumbled, eyeing you as he dried his hands. Forrest led you into his office. He locked the door behind him and shut the blinds. He spun you around and grabbed your wrists in an urgent manner. "Now, I asked you a question. What the hell were you thinkin' showin' up here?!" He spoke hurriedly. "First of all," you started, gently freeing your wrists from his grip. "Calm down." You said. Forrest sighed, rounding the corner of his desk and running his hands through his hair. "Just for the love of God, tell me what your doin' here." He urged again. You began to walk toward him, a smirk on your face. "Uh... what.., what are you doin?" He murmured. Your hands readily found his shirt collar, pushing him back against the wall and capturing his lips with yours. His hands were on your waist in an instant. Both of you were out of breath when you pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Couldn't wait." You breathed.

One more second chance.

The Vandals could get rowdy without a doubt. You glanced back as a loud cheer erupted out of the crowd of leather jackets and vests that engulfed over half of the parking lot, only to see Benny whisking a doe-eyed Kathy into their midst. You shook your head lightly, feeling slightly bad for the poor girl. Wasn't that long ago the two of you decided a night out was long overdue. Now you wondered if your sheltered high school best friend would be able to cope in your world, well, used to be yours.

Your sights were set on a lone red bike, parked on the opposite side to the others. Not that there wasn't enough room, even if that was the case, the only thing any onlooker would've seen was a flash and blur of movement, there ain't a Vandal worth their weight in salt that would leave their leader out on a cold curb. Johnny was like that, always had been actually, staring up and down the highway with a cigarette between his fingers. You supposed the trucker in him would always shine through. "She's still running?" You asked, gesturing to his bike. You could tell your voice startled him by the split second wide-eyed look he gave you, "Yeah." He nodded, bringing his smoke up to his lips, evening out his features like nothing happened. Classic Johnny. "No, she's not," you said with a confused look, "she's right here." You exclaimed, pointing at the bike. "Heh, very funny." Johnny quipped.

"The old man wanted some alone time with his smokes, I take it?" You teased. "What old man? Where?" Johnny questioned, narrowing his eyes and making a show of looking in all directions, including up in the air. You laughed lightly as you watched the index finger of his right hand flick the side of the cigarette he held in his left, another quirk that hadn't changed. Your eyes became glued to his ring finger as the smoke once again reached his lips, "You're still married?" You questioned. An amused smirk appeared on Johnny's face, "Heh, not for long." He responded. "Still lasted longer than I ever expected." You smiled. Johnny scoffed and shook his head, "Well, that makes two of us." Comfortably resting a hand on your lower back as you joined him in leaning against his bike.

"How's the ink shop? Haven't been by there in a hot minute." He asked. "Business is good." You said. Johnny nodded, "What'd I'd like to know," Johnny turned back to you, "is where did that pal of yours, Benny, get my design on his shoulder?" You asked, patting the logo on the back of Johnny's jacket with your palm. "Look, if I'd known he was going to get it tattooed, I would've sent him to you." Johnny defended himself. It was readily apparent that Benny didn't know your history when he introduced you to Johnny.

Silence befell the night air for a moment, "How long have we known each other?" You questioned. "You ask me that as if we weren't drunk when we met." Johnny chuckled. You smirked and rested your head on his shoulder, right where you could feel the thump of his heartbeat against your temple, staring up at a star filled sky. Your countless offs and ons with Johnny ran through your mind. You wondered many hows and whys in the span of a couple minutes. "Do you think we gave us too many second chances?" You questioned, out of the blue. "Why would I?" He responded, "we may be bad for each other, but it's not like we're good for anyone else." He added.

The moment was interrupted by the rumble of bikes roaring to life, "Hey," Benny called, coming to a stop next to you and Johnny, Kathy hugging his midsection for dear life. "We ready to go, boss?" Benny asked, gesturing to Johnny. Johnny turned to you, unintentionally bringing emphasis to his knees, bowed to an extent from straddling a hunk of metal for so many years, in the process. This made you smile the same way it did back then. "What'd ya think?" He asked, offering his hand to you.

"One more second chance?"

The gangster.

London, east end. 1965.

Maybe it was the elegant suit. Maybe it was the fact that he was currently strutting down the middle of Ormsby Street with a sleek Ford Galaxy at his back, following along like a loyal dog, saying good morning to everyone he passed. You'd say Reginald Kray was a well distinguished business savvy man, but you'd also had to have been living under a rock for several years to say that. Wasn't a single soul left in London who didn't know who the Kray twins were, Ron Kray was a one-man London mob. Reggie was quite the opposite, really, suave, charming, but proved to be just as volatile. You could walk into any pub to hear a lie or two about them.

The radio played a sort of upbeat tune as you whisked around the kitchen, humming along around the hardboiled sweet in your mouth. The morning had started out ordinarily enough, hurrying around to finish the chores your mother gave you alongside the promise to grant you the rest of the day to do with as you wished, so the quicker you finished the more time you'd have to enjoy yourself, right?. Maybe you'd go to one of the local shops for a bit of browsing, or perhaps pop out for a bite to eat with some friends. These thoughts were disturbed by a pounding at the front door. "I'll get it!" You shouted, with you being the only one downstairs currently, made sense, you figured.

You were met by a pair of piercing blue eyes that narrowed and the man's forehead creased as his clear and bright orbs scanned over your appearance, "Frank about?" The man asked before the twinge of regret of flinging the front door open so eagerly could properly settle in your gut. It would surely rear its ugly head later. "Frank!" You called over your shoulder into the house and up the stairwell. You turned back to face the finely dressed man with faux confidence, leaning against the door frame, determined to make yourself appear unintimidated. The man ran his eyes over your frame once again unashamedly, "Who are you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with a quizzical look. "Frank's my older brother." You stated. "Hang about, I know you, but you.. you were smaller then. You've all grown up, haven't you?" He said with a half-suppressed smile. "It happens." You said, stepping out of the doorway, relishing in the coolness of the cobblestone underneath your bare feet. You both looked up at the sound of a window rising, and your older brother's head popped out, "Half a minute, Reg. right down." Frank called down, ducking back in.

Thankfully, the man in front of you didn't seem to either notice or much care that you snapped your attention back to him. Reggie Kray, at your doorstep, you marveled silently in your mind. The corners of his lips curled downwards into a frown. He adjusted his tie as he checked his watch. "Is my brother in trouble?" You questioned. Reggie nodded, then tilted his head to the side, away from you. Narrowed eyes still aimed down the street. "Will you go out with me?" He asked seemingly out of the blue, turning back to you suddenly. Your eyes widened in surprise. "I'll take it easy on him if you do." He added, a warm expression spreading across his face accompanied by a half smile. "Yes," you said, rolling your candy around in your mouth with your tongue, making clack off your teeth, "but not for that reason." You added.

"What's that you've got?" Reggie asked, gesturing to you. "A sweet." You explained, pulling the sticky light yellow olive shaped drop out of your mouth, holding it between your thumb and forefinger. "Oh, now that's not just any sweat, is it? That's a lemon sherbet." Reggie said matter of factly. "Mind if I have a crack?" He asked, reaching for the sweet. "Alright." You smiled with a light chuckle. Reggie popped the sweet tasting drop into his mouth, "Mmm, now that's nice." He mused, "Saturday night?" He asked. You nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, Mrs. Shea, your mother, appeared beside you. "What's the matter with you?" She scolded, "You’re half dressed talking to a man in the door. Get back in the kitchen. Finish them dishes." She ordered, pulling at the end of your fuzzy peach colored sweater. Not that you cared, if Reggie Kray would openly ask you out in your lounge wear, bare feet and all, did you really need to dress to the tens twenty-four hours a day. You shrugged, turning to head deeper into the house. "Hold on," Reggie started, making you turn back to him. His eyes shifted to your mother as he took your lemon sherbet out of his mouth, "This is yours, init?" He asked. You nodded, taking the sweet, looking your mother directly in the eye as you popped it back into your mouth before you sauntered off. Much to her displeasure. She growled at Reggie as he licked the sticky candy coating off his fingers before slamming the door in his face.

"Hmm," Reggie hummed as he thought to himself with a smirk, glancing between the cobble and the door, "well, the mum seems lovely."

#when they keep secrets #tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #forrest bondurant fanfiction #johnny vandal the bikeriders #reggie kray legend #tom hardy #hope you enjoy #guess you can consider this WIP Wednesday lol #i might be focusing more on an original piece for a while but we'll see what i get inspiration for

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brinleyparke · 10 months ago

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I have added two new prompts.

Both are Legend (2015) crossovers.

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dreamtigress · 8 months ago

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Absolutely floored with these lovely words from @mysticmiav and just agog at her art, still!

"He curled himself around her again. This time, his hand at her waist met Krai, and he sighed. He gave in, and added to the cat’s attention." 🐈‍⬛️🖤

Sooo excited to finally share this piece I'd been working on! Fluff happy kanej because they and we deserve it🥹

This piece was a c0mmission for the fic Zelfliefde by @dreamtigress

The fic goes into Kaz and Inej's relationship a while post-cannon, and mainly revolves around the way in which they're learning to grow and be more vulnerable with each other.

Also, they took in a cat! I absoloutly melted at that. Krai, "sneaky as the Wraith, murderous as the Bastard," Kaz's words not mine, she is a good hunter. She has presented Kaz with many dead mice. The only thing she is cautious about so far are the crows on the rooftop.

The scene I'd illustrated is from chapter 4, a certain, slow, sleepy morning dawn in Kaz's attic in the slat, with both his Wraith and his cat snuggled in the warmth of his bed.

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iamkatehardy · 6 years ago

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At Last (Kray Twins x Reader) - Chapter 2

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of violence

Author’s Notes: I’m Sorry it took me so long to update, I promise I’ll try to do it more frequently, and spice things up in Chapter 3!

Your feedback is always appreciated, whatever your opinion is <3

You can find Chapter 1 in my Masterlist ❤️

You had been working on Esmeralda’s Barn for some time. The Krays were more than just your bosses; the employers-employee relationship was quickly replaced by a warm-hearted one. Little did they know when they hired you that it would be a hell of a ride.

Before your Première on the club’s stage, you refused to stop working on the bar; you wanted to perform the tasks you were originally hired to, until the minute you’d receive their definitive order to stop and become exclusively a singer.

Reggie had told you an infinite amount of times that it was completely ok if you decided to engage in your rehearsals only and leave the bar, but you politely declined hid offer every single time, you wanted to prove your value on stage first. Besides that, working cleared your mind from your problems, and spending more time in the club meant you were safer.

After long hours of work in the bar, and putting everything in place for the next night, you’d finally rehearse. You’d spend hours on end composing and arranging songs meticulously, until your fingers were sore, your voice showed some hoarseness or your eyes were so puffy you couldn’t keep them open any longer.

Reggie’s marriage was definitely on the rocks, so he spent a lot of time on the club as well. Sometimes neither of you left until the sun was up. He spent most of his time alone in his office, upset with the situation and with himself, wondering where he went wrong with Frances. Before his sadness and rage consumed him from within, he’d come to sit at his usual table with a drink on his hand, to watch your performance, trying to set aside his problems for a while. You knew what it meant when Reggie’s bright eyes turned red, and you knew he didn’t deserve any of that, considering what you knew from his way of being.

One day you just couldn’t take it anymore, he had been too amiable and considerate with you for you to stand to see him that miserable. You came down the stage and reached out for him, putting your cold hands on his shoulder.

“I know I have no right to intrude in your life like this… But I really can’t help it; I absolutely loathe seeing you like that, Reggie…”

“And I can’t help feeling like this (Y/N). You don’t know the weight of a failed marriage…”

“Actually, I do, more than I’d like to…” – You rubbed his shoulders softly. – “And if you want to cry, or talk, you don’t have to do it on alone, I am here to dry your eyes…”

He looked up at you in surprise, and then hugged you by the waist, laying his head on your stomach; you ran your fingers through his slightly messy hair, protectively, as he just let tears flow freely.

You wouldn’t mind spending hours comforting him, if that would have any results. You had no idea why would a relationship with a man like Reggie be doomed; all you could see in him so far was only good.

Your instinct to protect the twins, perhaps because they protected you as well was something else. You treated Ron with endless love and patience, as if he was an adult-sized baby , which seemed to work, because he actually listened to your advice and became very fond of you. With Reggie it was different, you adored him from the depths of your heart, and you had started to develop feelings for him; the more you tried to avoid it, the more it grew inside you. His friendship was probably all you were going to get from him, and though it wasn’t nearly what you wanted, having him near and being gifted by his smile would have to be enough.

The day you’d officially make your debut in the Esmeralda’s Barn finally arrived, and a mixed of different feelings washed over you. You were nervous, excited, frightened, happy and a bunch of other things, all in equal proportions. As you sat in the dressing room, getting ready, you thought about singing for Reggie, the very thought of him made you unwind. Sometimes you wondered if he had the ability to read minds, because he had just showed up behind you; you saw his reflection in the mirror.

“How sneaky, Mr. Kray! I didn’t hear you coming in.” – You laughed, putting your earrings on, observing him through the mirror.

“Well, that was my goal. I wanted to surprise you.” – He stepped closed.

“Or causing me a heart attack maybe…” – You glared at him and then shrugged, giggling and turning on your chair to face him.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck, though I’ve been told many times that talented people, like yourself, don’t really need it my dear.” – He delivered you a gorgeous bouquet, with about a dozen delicate scarlet roses.

“Oh, thank you Reggie, you’re such a sweet! How did you know they were my favorite?” – You touched them carefully, smiling excited.- “My suspicions are now confirmed, you read minds! They are beautiful!”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are.” – He smiled, taking your hand and kissing it gently, then planting a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips rest there for some seconds. – “You’ll sweep people off their feet!”

“Always so charming…” – A blush crept up your cheeks and you put the flowers in a vase with water.

“I better go now; I really want a front-row seat.” – He winked and then left.

“Oh Dear Lord, why do you do this to me?!” – You looked up at the heavens, asking for help. – “I’m married; HE’S married and loves his wife so much… Just, no.” – You slapped yourself lightly, to wake yourself up from your fantasies. After taking a sip of a drink that Teddy brought you earlier, you inhaled sharply, before going on stage.

The moment had come, this as your final test before the club’s birthday. Everyone had high expectations on you, and you didn’t want to let them down, especially the twins.

Fighting your demons, you faced the crowd, swallowing hard; Reggie gave you a warm reassuring smile; Ron gave you a nod, his own way of trying to raise your spirits; and Teddy, being his usual crazy self, clapped enthusiastically. Their support meant a lot.

From the moment the first note of the song was played, everything faded from your mind, the good, the bad, everything. Well, everything but a special someone. For a moment in time, there were only you, the melody and the words that slowly wrapped and mended your soul, just the kind of therapy you needed. Just you, and the love coming out of your lips on the form of a song. Your performance didn’t let any of your friends down, neither the people in the club, who gave you a standing ovation. You felt absolutely overwhelmed by their positive reaction and courtly bowed. You didn’t even think of the unwanted attention this night could bring you.

Ron immediately got up, coming forward and offering you his arm. You smiled, linking your arm on his and walked with him to the table, in order to celebrate your success.

“Do you think you could teach me how to sing? I’d like that.” – He looked at you with curious eyes.

“We can arrange that, yes.” – You smiled and rubbed your thumb on his cheek.

“That was fucking amazing.” – Teddy clapped and gave you a sly smile. – “Come on, today is the day, say it!”

“Yes, it was amazing indeed.” – You chuckled.

“ Ah ah ah ah ah! No, you forgot that magical adverb of intensity: fucking amazing.” – He made his priority since day one to make you say or do something that wasn’t lady like, so he was dying to hear you swearing.

“You’ll never give up, will you? Cheeky little thing.” – You rolled your eyes biting your lower lip. “Fine. It was fucking amazing, and I fucking loved it.” – You shrugged and laughed.

After some drinking and mingling, someone brushed past you, but you couldn’t see his face, just feel a familiar smell. You felt a chill down your spine, a crippling bad feeling, but the night was going so great you decided to ignore it. It was probably just your anxiety kicking in.

Reggie mingled with some clients for a while, but he was dying to talk to you, so he came to hug you, whispering in your ear.

“I am in awe (Y/N).” – His warm breath in your ear made you close your eyes for a second. – “Absolutely thrilling, love. What you did back there was pure magic, and t just confirmed my huge will of having you performing on the club’s birthday, and all the upcoming nights, for the matter. If you don’t get better proposals, which after tonight is a strong possibility.” - He kissed the top of your head and then held your hands on his, caressing them.

“Your offer is the only one I’ll be considering and accepting, I like it here very much, thank you for the vote of trust.” - You raised his hands to your lips and kissed them softly.

After socializing with them for a while, you started getting tired, so you headed to the dressing room. Arriving there you noticed another bouquet lying in the dressing table. The white Lilies resembled the ones you used to have in your house, the ones your husband always brought you, to compensate you for the harsh beatings. There was a card, a black R written on the front, you thought maybe it was Ron’s, to convince you about the singing classes, so you smiled and grabbed the card. When you opened it, you completely froze.

“I’m thrilled to see you again, my beloved wife. Knowing that you are, and will always be, mine, makes me the happiest man on Earth. We’ll be together soon; Together until death do us part. – Raymond”

It could have been a bad joke, but no one knew about Raymond, and it was his handwriting. You dropped the card and looked all around you, grabbing a silver letter opener in case he was around, and you started hyperventilating. The thought of him being there, where you thought you were safe, completely freaked you out, and his final words in the card didn’t help.

Reggie noticed your absence, so he came to check on you. Seeing you absolutely in shock, he got worried sick. He approached slowly and took the letter opener out of your hand.

“(Y/N)?” – He caressed your arm gently.

“He’s going to kill me.” – Your eyes were wide, your face showing pure horror, tears streaming helplessly down your cheeks, a lump in your throat. You couldn’t even make a sound.

Reggie didn’t understand, you hadn’t talked to him about Raymond.

“He… He was here, he’ll come after me.” – You stuttered, looking around.

“Who was here, darling?” – He wrapped his arms around you, and tried to understand the motive for so much distress. You held on to him for dear life.

“My husband. This time he’ll kill me” – You sobbed.

Reggie was confused when you mentioned a husband, you never did before. He covered your salty cheeks with kisses.

“No one will hurt you (Y/N), I would never allow such a thing, yeah?”

“You don’t understand, he was here, in this room…” – You picked the card and shower him.

He analyzed the card, rubbing a thumb across his lips, in deep thought.

“It won’t happen again…” – He lifted his eyes to you. – “I promise you, I’ll be alert and no one will hurt you. I am here for you, always.” – He enveloped you in his arms again, bathing you with his warmth and his comforting smell, his arms protective when wrapped around the vulnerable woman in front of him. – “Listen, you are one of the most delicate, yet powerful woman I’ve met. You deserve to be unconcerned and happy, and I’ll take care of that, yeah darling?"

“No… He just won’t stop, no matter what. He loves to see me terrified; he loves to have me begging, while he’s beating the shit out of me. The terror and despair feed him.Believe me, I’ve learned the hard way that next time that possessive psychopath won’t stop until he kills me, you read what he wrote. He thinks I’m one of his belongings, one he vents his anger on, when things don’t go as planned, until he snaps and ends my life.” – You laid your head in his chest, sighing, desperate.

The bruises on your face and wrists on the very first day you met were now explained. His blood was boiling, at the thought of someone hurting you that way.

“Trust me (Y/N), I won’t let anything happen to you, ever again. I’ll be watching you the whole time in here, I’ll be taking you home myself, I’ll stay with you if needed… Whatever will make you feel better, love.” – He stroked your hair, and he made you forget about the world outside, as you melted in his arms.

The following days were everything but easy, the thought of Raymond being around, or coming after you were daunting. There was a maniac waiting to strike and you didn’t know if you, or Reggie, could do anything to help it. It made you feel uneasy.

Reggie informed Ron about the situation, honestly he thought your husband deserved whatever Ron-style treatment his brother would give your him ,if he caught him anywhere near you.

He took care of you himself though, always aware, and ready to bail you out of any harmful situation. You complicated his mission, because you insisted you’d keep living your normal life, working and singing as usual.

This whole situation made Reggie forget about his own problems, his main concern was now his need to ensure you were safe, he couldn’t quite put his finger why, but right now you came first.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years ago

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To Be Young And In Love

A Reggie Kray X Florence(FemOC) One-Shot

***SMUT***

A/N: Hi everybody I hope you are all doing good and I am back once again today with another One-Shot of our favorite lovely gangster prince Reggie Kray. This one has been on my docs for a while and this short story it just popped out in my head this is the final result and I hope you all like this new One-Shot. Again guys thank you all for the support and as always please comment and reblog please It'll mean a lot for the blog and for me as well. You guys rock so much and thank you all for the amazing support. Enjoy this new lovely shirt story of Reggie and Florence and I'll see you in the next one guys. See Ya!!!!

MORE OF THE PRINCE OF EAST LONDON??? X 👈(If you want to share a lemon sherby with him? 🍬💗✨

ONE-SHOT/DRABBLES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,645

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!!: Lots of Fluff, and A Bunch of SMUT, SMUT, SMUT!!!

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It was finally the day that Reggie got released from prison as Florence was waiting patiently at the front gates. She was very desperate to have him in her arms once again since it has been almost 5 months since he left to do his sentence. Ever since that day, he said his goodbyes to Florence. She couldn’t really sleep for days. The silence that surrounded her room only made her go mad at his touch and his warmth.

Reggie would, however, send her letters almost every day when he would get back in his cell writing to her about how much he misses her touch, her smooth skin, her eyes, lips, everything. He would, after writing two pages would end with a small yet romantic poem every time he would sign in the end.

“With Love, Reggie.”

It only made Florence’s heart flutter with radiance, pressing his letters against her heart after reading his words of compassion and alienation. Florence met Reggie when they used to go to school together, back when they were just teenagers. He was friendly and kind to her whenever Reggie would say hello to her or pass her by. But something about him attracted Florence very much that she felt she was with him. Sometime later, after they both graduated from school, he then got himself in the gangster business while Florence became a nurse around Haggerston. She loved her job very much, seeing that she liked to help people that needed it the most, especially with children. Reggie, however, was known for something more notorious than a man like him. He was a gangster of all East London, along with his older brother Ronnie who both brothers were unstoppable and very ruthless. Florence has heard about Reggie in the newspapers and it shocked and surprised her. She never thought to see or hear Reggie become such a famous and well-known person. However, he never stopped thinking about Florence ever since the day they last saw each other at school. So one day he paid a surprise visit to where Florence works and it made her heart stop when he saw him that day. She felt nervous as her hand's sweating, seeing how handsome and fine he looked in the wonderful black suit he was wearing.

“Ello darlin, do you still remember who I am or you have forgotten about me already?” Reggie ask her, seeing that she was still in shock to see him at her workplace.

“Of course haven’t forgotten about you Reggie, it’s good to see you again. I have to say you’re looking rather dashing today. How have you been dear?” she said while giving him a tight gentle hug around his buildup body, catching a pleasing scent of his cologne. “Oh my god Reggie, did you start to workout or something? Your body feels wonderful and strong. What is your secret?”

“My secret love? Hehe, well, just eatin’ good and boxing you know, and I have to say so myself you look lovely as I last remembered seeing you back in school. You haven’t changed a single bit,” Reggie said as he took in her hands and made her slowly twirl around, making her chuckle at his silly comment.

“Ahhh, so you're saying I’m not an attractive woman is that it Reg?” she said giving him an arched eyebrow at him which he just chuckled at.

“When have I ever said you are not attractive, eh? But I am serious love, you are gorgeous like the first time I met you that day,” he said, placing his hands on top of her shoulders.

They went out on a date after he visit her at her job, not knowing what to expect of this new Reggie. It was a very wonderful evening with him as they ate at a very high-end French restaurant. Florence didn’t really mind how much Reggie was showing off in front of her, what matter the most to Florence was being able to spend some time and catch up with Reggie knowing what he does for a living now. She didn’t see that gangster person who she has been reading about in the newspapers, she only saw that same cute-looking boy she has had a crush on for a very long time. For a young and lovely girl like Florence, she has never felt such an enormous feeling of love for someone like Reggie. To be someone so young and in love with someone like Reggie, she felt like he was sent from the heavens. She felt like she was the luckiest girl alive to have met someone like Reggie. And so that same night, she confessed to Reggie her feelings for him. To her surprise, he also felt the same way for her and he asked her to be his woman and will treat her with many riches and vast wonders that he would give her in a heartbeat.

“I would love to be yours forever Reggie, just… I’m nervous to lose you since you are a famous gangster around these parts. And I’m afraid that some of the other gangs want to kill you and I don’t know if…,” she trailed off while Reggie cupped her chin with his right hand.

“Love, known of those things, scares me. What I am more concerned and worried about the most is you. If any twat ever gets near or touches you even for an inch, they are dead. You are my responsibility and yes, I am a gangster, but that doesn’t change the fact that my love for you has never faded away. And now that you are here with me, I am grateful to have you here in front of me and in my life. I will always be there for you to protect and give you all of my compassion and my life for you. Even if it means anybody tries to kill me to save you, I love you, Florence,” he said, lastly placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

Florence smiled at this as she returned the gesture to his plump smooth lips of his saying “I Love You” in return. And so, from that very night, they both weren’t inseparable wherever he went. She followed. Even if it meant she had to come along with him to his ‘business” meetings, where she also had a brother and sister bond with Ronnie. She was at first very unsure about Reggie’s older brother since he as well as “The King” as he says of East London. But after getting to know him better, he was an interesting character and Ronnie also had a soft spot for Florence out of all the women around their hometown.

“You know somethin’ Florence yea? You and my brother are lovely together considering that I don’t have any attraction toward women. But you are still a good one, no matter what. You treat him good as much as he will do. Because he never stops thinking or talkin’ about ever since we left school. He said he would be more than happy to marry you. That’s what he said to me one time. And I have to say righ’, that wanker should,” Ronnie said to her one time when they were at the Esmerelda Barn one night later.

This fluttered Florence’s heart never thought that Reggie had already planned to want to marry and be with her since they both were still at school. Before he could propose to her that same night, Albert told Reggie that he had to serve some time in jail, which upset him very much. Both Florence and Reggie did, however, spend a good amount of time dancing, drinking, laughing, and being with each other for one last time. Florence didn’t have a clue that Reggie had to serve his time until the end of the night when they had sex for the first time together in 3 months. She was, of course, devastated when the next morning rose. She felt the side of the bed that they shared was empty.

While Reggie was away, Ronnie took over The Esmeralda Club, knowing she would have to be there to watch over Reggie’s older brother. Hoping that he didn’t screw up or do something that would make his younger brother upset after he comes back from prison. In no time, however, that fuck up quickly came true after Ronnie made the worst decision he could. Knowing it would make her beloved infuriated once he sees what Ronnie Kray has done to the club.

Once the front gates to the prison opened, Reggie appeared in front of Florence’s sight. Without a single constraint on herself, she ran her way to hug him with a few tears of joy glistening over her dark green eyes. Reggie caught her mid-way as he lifted her from the ground, twirling her around in a circle, making her yelp and giggle at the same time.

“There she is, me favorite woman in all of East London, in all of her fuckin’ beauty. How have I missed you, my dear Florence,” Reggie said, placing a kiss on her pink thin lips, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

“I have also missed you very much, my sweet prince. Oh, my god, your face. Look what they have done to you, those bastards,” Florence said in a furious tone, caressing his smooth left cheek.

“Darlin’ that shouldn’ matter anymore. Don’t waste your anger on these coppers. Now, what do you say you and I get out of here, yeah? I am hungry for somethin’ special, if you know what I mean, love,” Reggie said with a cheeky smile to his girl, adding a sly wink in the end.

“I thought you would never ask my handsome gangster.”

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Once they made it back to Reggie’s flat, luckily the place was empty and quiet from the inside. And not long before he shut the door behind him, Reggie placed a hard kiss on Florence’s lips. His hunger for wanting to taste those lips for so long was happening right in front of him. Their kiss became deeper than their tongues twirled together in unison while Reggie hoisted Florence up from the floor. Pinning her hard against the wall, letting out a hard groan between their lips. Florence then undid his black lace tie as Reggie massaged her round buttocks under his rough, muscular hands. A moan escaped between her lips as she leaned back, a smile formed on her face.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long my Reggie, take me now my naughty devil,” Florence said seductively, licking his thick lips that made him go even madder than before.

Reggie closed the gap between them once more than he lifted her white long sleeve blouse over her head. Revealed her sexy black lingerie bra, making him want to consume more of her seductress. Reggie placed his now wet lips on the side of her neck, grabbing his combed brown locks with her right hand. Before they went any further, Florence stopped him mid-way as she led him upstairs to the bedroom. Once they got to the front door, they then continued to kiss once again as he gently shoved her onto the silky bed.

“How much do you crave me, my little troublemaker?” Reggie sensually asked as he licked the side of her neck, feeling his hot breath against her skin, feeling goosebumps forming throughout her body.

“So fucking much, oh please stop your teasing and make me feel like a filthy slut,” Florence said, desperately placing a soft grip around his sturdy neck, missing her small and yet dominant hand against his throat.

“Oh, my darlin’ I will do whatever you command, for you are my slut and only mine to fuck whatever way I please,” he said cupping her chin with his fingers, as he stuck his thumb between her mouth as Florence sucked on it.

Florence then sat up from the bed as she undid her bra, revealing her fleshy chest in front of her lover. Reggie cupped both of her breasts without holding a second, placing one nipple in his mouth. While the other he started to teasingly play with her, as he was sucking profoundly on her hard nipple.

Florence let out delicious erotic moans, while Reggie continued to suck into her nipple a little harder than he did before. She then gripped the bedsheets with both of her hands, loving the way his hot mouth felt against her nipple.

Reggie…,” she said, closing her eyes at feeling these sexual vibrations she has been king waiting for months.

He then finally left a small hickey on top of her tit, as he then went for the other nipple. This time, however, his right hand then traveled down underneath her dark navy skirt. Making Florence buckled as she bit her bottom lips at this unexpected touch. Once he was done leaving another red hickey on her other breast, Reggie left wet kisses to her flat stomach. And as he reached her down to her shirt, removing the soft material, revealed her sexy black garter belt. With hungry eyes, Reggie removed the material in a quick gesture, exposing her wet, delicious pussy.

“You are all wet now, are you my mischievous little girl?” Reggie said, eyeing up at her gaze, making a cheeky devilish smirk at Florence.

“Stop wasting your time Reggie and fuck me already,” Florence said massaging both of her tits with her small hands, making Reggie grow hornier against his black trousers.

“With pleasure, love,” Reggie said, inserting two fingers inside of her warm wet walls, making Florence moan out loud as she rolled her eyes behind her head.

“Fuckk Reggie… yes fuck me fast and fuck me hard,” Florence moaned out, feeling his sinful tongue licking away on her clit.

The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of her made Florence’s cheeks go red, moaning his name out to go faster. How much she has missed feeling his tongue and fingers against her pink pussy.

“Ohhh Reggie… yes, fuck me just like that,” Florence pleaded, gripping her hand on top of his brown locks, as he continued to finger fuck her and lick her sweet cunt out dry.

Florence felt she was coming at her peaking point. Before she could stop him, her orgasm came around his mouth and fingers. Reggie licked off her juices, tasting a hint of something sweet that made his horniness go off the edge.

“That was fuckin’ tasty now was it baby?” Reggie said, giving a small kiss on his girl’s lips, making her chuckle between their gaps.

While they shared another lustful wet kiss, she now hovered over on top of Reggie. Her nice, round breasts looked marvelous in front of his eyes as she rousingly massaged them with her own hands. Florence gave Reggie a small grinding dance around his bulging trousers while still massaging her beautiful tits.

“Love what you’re seeing, my naughty boy?” she soothingly said while unbuttoning his white long sleeve shirt revealing his muscular body.

She roamed her delicate, smooth hands around his chest pecs while Reggie placed his hands on either side of her hips. Still grinding her hips from side to side, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. Florence licked her way down between his pecs, to his stomach until she made her way to where she wanted to consume the most. Undoing his belt, Reggie breathed in through his gritted teeth, feeling his trousers being unzipped. Florence then dragged down his pants while keeping a locking gaze up at him as his now erected penis towered in front of her. She then bites her lips at his hard rock, and without further words, she then thrust him slowly with her hands. Reggie groans at this touch, missing the feeling of her lovely hands around the length of his cock.

“Ohhhh Florence… baby stop your teasin’ and suck me,” Reggie moaned out, closing his eyes in concentration as Florence sucked the top of his dick.

The warm walls of her mouth consumed the entire length of his cock, as she lowered and lowered. Reggie let you a grunt, feeling the back of her throat. She then bobbed her head up and down in a fast motion as her right hand massaged his balls ever so lovingly. He then placed a hand on top of her dark black hair, giving a soft grip on her locks. As she continued to bob her head faster than she did in the beginning.

“FFFFuck… baby hmmm yea, yea, shit,” Reggie said mid-sentence, gripping tighter around her dark locks as she sucked on his cock, increasingly feeling like he was about to reach his climax inside of her mouth.

Before his orgasm could flow inside of her, she then stopped abruptly, removing her mouth away from his still hard member.

“You may not come just yet my dear,” Florence said in a seductive tone, getting herself on top of Reggie while he then threw his white shirt off to the side of the bed. “How much do you want my wet little cunt around your hard cock, my love?”

“So fuckin much baby, I’ve been waitin’ for so long and so desperate to feel that little pussy of mine again. I’ve missed you so much, darlin,” Reggie said as Florence adjusted herself between him and her private parts.

“I have missed you more, my lovely bad boy, and I love you so much as well. My Reggie Kray,” she said, entering down on his cock as both of them broke into moans together.

She then rode him slowly as she stared lustfully into those dark brown eyes of his that he possessed. Feeling all those tingling sensations she had been craving for such a long time. Her thrusting increased ever so slowly, arching her back, tilting her head back while Reggie’s cock pounded further inside her walls.

“Oh, fuck… Reggie… Reggie… oh god,” Florence exclaimed out loud, feeling Reggie’s hands gripping tightly against her hips, rocking back and forth ever so pleasurably.

The way her breasts bounced up and down made Reggie go berserk, wrapping a hand gently around her thin neck. Florence increased her pace as she placed her hand around his muscular neck as they both thrust with each other in unison.

“Oh, god babe… I’m about to cum,” Reggie said while hearing his woman’s moans grow louder, feeling they were about to burst soon.

Everything went by so quickly as they both finally cummed together, Reggie hissed and grunted between his teeth, riding his orgasm inside of her wet flower. Felt some twitch here and there as Florence rode out her juices, feeling his warm white semen inside of her. As they both relaxed while catching their breaths, she then lay next to Reggie’s side. Wrapping an arm around her body as she rested her head against his chest, hearing his now steady heartbeat. Reggie then caressed her dark locks with his fingers, placing a gently sweet kiss on top of her head.

“Did you love the many poems that I have written to you, my darlin?” Reggie asked after a moment of silence.

“Oh yes, I loved them and held them against my heart after reading every single one of them. How I wished to hear you read them out loud while I was in this room filled with nothing but silence and sadness. But those days are gone now, for you are nowhere next to me, and that’s all that matters to me,” Florence said looking up to Reggie placing a hand against the side of his face, closing his eyes at the feeling of her soft skin.

“And I too think the same way, wha’ matters now is I am here with you again, oh how I have long to want to touch you again. I won’t ever leave your side anymore, my precious flower. Anywhere I go. I want you there with me, yeah? What say we go down to the Esmeralda Bar tonight? See how the place has been runnin’ while I was away? What do you think, love?” Reggie said, smiling down at Florence, returning a small and uneasy smile, not fully prepared for Reggie to see how Ronnie had brought the club to the ground.

Before they got themselves ready, Reggie reach for his nightstand on the side of the bed. Where he then took out a small dark blue velvet square box showing it to Florence.

“Reggie, what is that love?” she said, wrapping her soft blanket around her body, wondering what the small box had inside.

“Florence, I was going to surprise you with this before I left for prison, but I think tonight is best that I give it to you now. Florence would you like me to be your loving husband as much as I want you to be my loving wife,” Reggie said as he opened the small box revealing a nice-looking light diamond, silver ring making her gasp out in happiness.

“Reggie… I… my god, why yes, yes I do very much. I want to be yours forever, my gangster prince,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, making him smile at her acceptance.

He then took her right hand, placing the ring on her finger, fitting perfectly well as he expected. Florence felt in awe at seeing the new piece of jewelry on her finger, which made her heart flutter even more.

“It is beautiful Reggie. I love it very much, thank you so much, my sweet king,” she said, giving her now fiance a deep kiss on his lips, excited to see what her new life as Mrs. Kray will be like.

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pandoras-princess · 3 years ago

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

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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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beah388love · 7 months ago

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So Over Protective

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Pregnant Reader

Summary: Reggie’s very over protective for you and the twinnies…

Warnings: pregnancy,twins,shouting,swearing,fighting,arguing,stalker man?!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You went down to the market this morning to grab some food for dinner and some snacks.

You was walking down the road with your bag, you was looking around the shops and you noticed a man behind you but you just thought he was going in the same shop as you.

Until, he went in the next shop and the next...

You got a little worried, you was all alone and didn't have anything with you besides your bag and your purse, which he probably wants to steal.

You left the shop trying to dodge him but he followed you. And you walked back home trying to stay with a crowd but he still followed you.

"Why'd I wear heels today" you cursed to yourself in your head.

You was only two roads away from your flat but instead went a different direction and headed to Reggie's mums house since it was closer.

But you cut a corner and forgot which way to go.

"Shit.."

you looked behind you and he was catching up with you.

You saw a familiar house and ran to that direction and out of pure luck, it was the right road and you saw Reggie's mums house.

You was sweating and was struggling to breathe since you was pregnant and might you say 'very pregnant'.

"Ah thank god" you muttered to yourself as you saw the familiar door, you still walked fast and looked behind you and there he was.

He was only about four feet from you and you was terrified.

You dropped your bag and ran to her door banging on it loudly.

"Vi! Violet! Open the door it's Y/n!!" You yelled panicked.

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Reggie had decided to go to his mums house to grab a present she had for him or something.

He was sat on the sofa with his mum and Ron, Ron had decided to go with him because he was hungry.

They were chatting and watching telly until they heard a massive bang at the door.

"Vi! Open the door!" Reggie heard someone yell and he could tell it was you from your voice.

He instantly rushed to the door and opened it as quick as he could.

You pushed past him and slammed the door shut.

"Woah are you alright?! Y/n?! What happened?" Reggie asked you worriedly, you looked like a mess.

You was sweating,out of breath and looked like you was about to cry.

“Oh my! Are you alright love?” Violet asked you and you nodded.

Reggie was about to open the door but you tried to stop him.

"No!"

Reggie looked at you confused and opened the door anyway.

And that's when he saw a man a couple feet away from the door.

"Oi! Who the fuck are you?!" Reggie yelled as he pointed his finger in his face.

The man was terrified. He had heard about the krays.

"Uh- I - I'm sorry- I was just-" he stuttered but Reggie cut him off when he saw your bag of food and clothes on the floor that had gone everywhere.

Reggie grabbed him by the collar and punched him square in the face, giving him a bloody and broken nose.

"Apologise to my wife right now!" He yelled and the man put his hands up.

"I-I'm sorry!" He cried and you looked away, standing next to Ron.

God knows what that man would've done to you if Reggie wasn't there.

"Right now fuck off! Don't ever go near my wife again! You fuckin sick bastard!" Reggie yelled as he chucked the man in the middle of the road.

And watched him as he scrambled away.

"Y/n are you okay? Ron help her sit down!" Reggie asked but it was more of a demand.

Ron held his hand out and helped you sit down on one of the armchairs, giving you a blanket.

Reggie left the house and picked up your bag and some of the things that fell out, luckily all the foods were wrapped up.

He stepped back inside and put the food away, shutting and locking the door.

“Y/n/n? You okay?” Ron asked you and you nodded.

“Mhm, thank you ronnie” you smiled giving his hand a squeeze.

“You should be more careful” he said and you nodded.

“Want some of my cake?” He asked you and you nodded before he held the fork up to your mouth.

Reggie walked behind the arm chair you was sitting in and held your hand rubbing small circles on it softly.

“You and the boys feeling alright?” Reggie asked you softly and you nodded.

He held your belly as Ron fed you some of his cake.

Occasionally giving himself some.

“God some people are wrongens…I’m gonna go put the kettle on!” Violet said as she walked into the kitchen giving you a kind smile.

“Thanks mum” Reggie said keeping his eye on you.

God he could’ve killed that man.

After a couple hours of talking and laughing, watching telly. You and Reggie went home, Ron went with you and slept on your sofa.

“Ron I can drop you off to your trailer if you want?” Reg asked but Ron shook his head

“Nah you’re alright Reggie, teddys there and he’s getting on my right fucking nerves” Ron replied as he moved you in between him and reg so you wasn’t walking in the inner side of the road.

“Alright then mate” Reggie nodded his head, holding your hand and giving it a kiss.

Once you got back home and got in bed, Reggie held your bump and gave it loads of kisses.

“Stop making your mama so hungry and grouchy all the time” he grinned as he spoke to your belly.

“The boys are literally kicking my ribs as your saying that” you laughed as you held your bump and reg laughed.

“I can’t wait to meet em doll”

“I can’t wait either baby” you smiled giving him a kiss before he laid back down.

“Talk us to sleep please” you giggled as you got yourself comfortable making him laugh.

“What is it with you and my voice?”

“I don’t know you just sound like heaven” you grinned making him laugh.

“Don’t be a cheek…” he smirked as he tickled your sides making you laugh but thankfully he stopped before you peed yourself.

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years ago

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Nature Documentary: Tom Hardy Characters

Leo Demidov

Ah, and here we see a rare Russian lion pondering the existence of evil. He is a beautiful beast, is he not?

He is known to stalk his prey for miles, and once engaged in the hunt, he is relentless.

This male might appear distant and elusive. However, when it comes to mating, he will choose his mate for life and is a fierce protector.

Freddie Jackson

This is one of the most unpredictable Tom Hardy species out in the wild. Note the cheeky smile. Alluring, attractive...but dangerous.

This beast draws in his prey with a calm demeanor before quickly switching over to brute force.

With females, he has a natural tendency to induce a sort of hypnotic trance over them. Pulling them into his bed and mating aggressively, then moving on to defend his territory.

Alfie Solomons

The cameramen have been advised to give this ferocious beast some distance. See the intensity in this male's eye? A stunning specimen of the Tom Hardy species indeed.

A highly territorial predator, Alfie Solomons stalks his natural habitat of Camden Town. To protect his territory, he puts on displays of dominance by proving his intellectual superiority through strategy. If other males are not daunted by this, then he resorts to physical aggression to lay claim to what's rightfully his.

Females are drawn to his musk and intense masculine magnetism. He has no issues finding a mate.

Eddie Brock

This curious creature, latin name Neurotix Eddix, has an interesting migration pattern. Though we've seen attempts at settling, the tracking chip shows yet another transition in location.

This beast is generally good-natured. However, recent blood tests after a catch and release indicate that he has been infected with some kind of parasite.

Instead of making him sick, the parasite has somehow enhanced his abilities. I believe we are seeing a rare but real-time evolution of genes in this species. Truly remarkable.

Ian Eames

A quick-witted and feisty creature, Eames mostly hunts alone. However, there are times we've seen him in collaborations with other males.

He is, at times, able to blend into his surroundings. Going unnoticed for hours. However, when he wishes to be seen, he pulls the attention of many.

If you look closely, you can notice his subtle but distinct plumage. The salomon colored shirt draws the attention of his intended mate, who is then floored by his extraordinary male beauty. Upon sensing the arousal of a potential mate, he wastes no time in mounting the female.

James Delaney

I am keeping my voice lowered so as not to disturb this majestic beast. His tolerance for attention is fairly low, so any sudden movement on our part will likely end in an attack.

James is a stealthy predator who has been known to use others for his own purposes. I've not seen such dedication at completing a hunt as compared to him. So it is best we do not annoy him.

Reggie Kray

Ah, yes, the dazzling yet dangerous Reggie Kray is seen walking the streets of East London. You see, the well pressed suit, polished shoes, and meticulously combed hair indicate his status and power. He is nonverbally telling others that he is king of this jungle.

He is a fiercesome predator. He is able to incapacitate his prey quickly and efficiently.

His ability to find a mate is extraordinary. Instead of looking for the female, as traditionally most males are ought to do in the wild. The female comes to him. It's absolutely fascinating.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #facepuller #eddie brock #james delaney #alfie solomons #freddie jackson #leo demidov #reggie kray #ian eames

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potter-solomons · 3 years ago

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Please send me your favorite fluffy Tom character fics.

Anxiety has sky rocketed and need some comfort/hugs.

Anyone else feeling low lemme know and I'll send some along as well.

#tom hardy #facepuller #teddy bear #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie Solomons #tommy conlon #james delaney #forrest Bondurant #leo demidov #fluff #fluffy #hugs #fuck anxiety #eddie brock #the krays

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bubblyani · 4 years ago

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‘Just For Show’

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Movie: Legend (2015)

Word Count: 6253

Rating: Mature

Requested by: @97freaknik

Summary: Upon his brother’s persuasion, Ronnie Kray dates, and marries a ‘nice’ girl, in order to cover up unsavory rumors about his sexuality. All just for show. Until feelings come knocking.

Author’s Note: Loved this story idea so much I couldn’t resist. Thank you for this. Hopefully everyone will love this! Enjoy y’all!

Light or Dark?

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you were at a sheer dilemma as you held on to two lipstick shades, comprising of light pink and dark red. Whatever color that would be painted on your lips tonight, must indeed leave an impression, deemed 'perfect and memorable’.

“You think he is taking the mick?”

A concerned voice inquired. With your eyes still in the mirror, the inquiry urged you to recall the sole reason you had difficulty deciding a simple lipstick shade in the first place.

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(A few days ago)

Regardless of the years of baking experience you had under your belt, the simplest task of carrying a cake dressed with heavy icing on a cake stand, yet proved to be your most challenging task, ever. Finally placing the stand in the countertop display, you sighed silently with relief. As you gazed at the delicious treat, along with the others next to it, you could not wait to see the lineup of customers ,eager to satisfy their sweet tooth.

“Psst! He’s here!”

You turned upon the whispers of Ethan, your cousin, who stood next to you. Being the same age as you, Ethan had been working in your family’s Bakery for years, receiving the required training until he would be ready to start his very own elsewhere.

With your eyebrows raised, you shot him a glance.

“Who’s here?”

You whispered back, quickly standing straight. He motioned his head towards the door that opened with the ring of the bell, finally revealing a figure.

A figure responsible for your heart to skip a beat every single time : Ronald Kray.

You caught your breath, attempting to suppress a smile. Your cousin sniggered in response. “What?” You hissed under your breath, giving a nudge. “How can I not? When you’re all lovestruck!” He replied, in mid-snigger. “Well, Stop it!” “Shhh!” Ethan's shushing finally made you look back front, all to see Ron walk towards the counter. You involuntarily dusted your hands off the apron. It was something you could not help but do, every time he walked in, to be exact. “Morning, Ron...”

You greeted, offering a soft smile to the well dressed man. Looking around, he merely replied with a low grunt of acknowledgment. Silence afterwards was not of any surprise. And with no further question, you quickly found yourself packing the usual order for him. Only to realize he had come alone today. What could be the reason?

The famous Kray Twins always preferred to fulfill their sweet cravings from your Bakery. And their preference had tempted the rest of the Firm to be fanatics as well. Though he was the silent one between the two, Ron certainly succeeded in capturing your attention with the least of intentions.

And with the fullest of intentions, you found yourself falling for him, deeply. In secret, of course.

Smiling, you placed the neatly wrapped treat on the counter before him.

“Lemon Drizzle Cake...just the way you like it” You said, certain those will be only words you will need to spare for him that day. “Hmm...” Ron grunted, his gloved hand grabbing it slowly. And just as always, you expected him to turn.You expected to indulge the view of his broad back as he slowly walked away. As always, you expected to be grateful for even seeing him again for a mere few seconds.

Except, he defied all your expectations.

"Y/N?" “Y-yes?” You stuttered, surprised by the timbre of his deep voice when he uttered your name. You watched him take a deep breath, his eyes still on the cake.

“Would you like to…" he began, looking at you, "....go out with me?"

You swore no trace of breath was left in your body.

That query seemed completely ludicrous, exiting the lips of someone such as Ron Kray. Yet for you, it was heavenly music to your ears.

And when heavenly music played, who would not want to sing with joy?

“Yes…” You replied mindlessly, all to your cousin's surprise.

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(Present)

“Oi!” The snap of Ethan’s fingers forced you to return to the present. “Where were you off to?” He asked, with raised eyebrows. With the lipstick pressed against your lips, you smirked. “I’m sorry…” you replied, “….you were saying?” “I was saying…” Giving you a quizzical look, Ethan continued, “Do you think he was taking the mick?” Concern still evident in his tone.

After the entire recollection, all you could do was smile to yourself. And given the dark red shade that ended up on your lips, your heart seemed to have already decided.

“Honestly, I don’t know…” you said, “Only one way to find out, hmm?”

‘Cool and unaffected’ may have been your exterior. But only you were the witness to your excited self who jumped up and down on the inside.

A man you adored finally wanted to take you out.

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The last long note of the jazz trumpeter was responsible for the storm of applause that emerged in the club, and you certainly were a willing contributor. Though your hands had turned red from the the chaos of the claps, the smile on your face did not seem to fade away. Offering a standing ovation to the musicians on stage, your response seemed to attract the attention of the other customers as well.

“Jazz tickles your fancy, innit?”   Ron Kray asked, causing you to sit down shyly. “I admit, it does” smiling, you replied with honesty. “What about boxing?” He continued, “Do you like boxing?”

What was this? A questionnaire, a survey? Was he ticking off certain invisible criteria that you had not laid eyes on? Regardless, you found it all so amusing. Chuckling, you crossed your leg over the other.

“Thanks to me Dad, I do…” You said, straightening your back, “Although he won’t let me attend any games…” you added, looking around with wonder. Esmeralda’s Barn was as amazing as you had imagined it to be, and more. Your eyes did not fail to sparkle from the moment you set foot in this venue, for all that existed, really seemed to posses a touch of glitter.

“This is a really nice club…” You said, looking over to Ron with a smile. With no words in reply, he raised his glass of champagne to you. Inviting you to raise yours in turn. Though conversation was not of the expected frequency, you were enjoying the night with him.

“Well...Hello Hello! What have we here?”

Reggie Kray was full of smiles and cheers, making his way over to your table with a few from the Firm. You were certainly surprised to see how all of them were quite joyous to find you there with Ron. As the chairs were dragged with screeches, a mini party was suddenly held at the comfort of your own table.

Time flew by gloriously. In the midst of sipping champagne, you eagerly listened to stories told by the Krays, and even some others from the Firm. Stories, that were mostly unfiltered. Nevertheless, they all caused you to laugh so wholeheartedly, even the sides of your stomach began to ache. The jazz music, the stories, the company, all the bare necessities to fill you with happiness. Seeing Ron smile with his mates was definitely a highlight of the evening. If only you could have been responsible for a feat as amazing as that was. If only.

When the Firm finally left the two of you alone, you were in the midst of laughter, hitting the table hard with your eyes closed, upon remembering the dirty joke Reggie uttered a few seconds beforehand.

“Oh!…” you breathed, recovering from the laughter, “I am having such a blast” you said with all honesty, waving to the others before turning to Ron, “Thank you…” you told him, presenting the most genuine smile you could ever portray, as you calmed down to watch the performance on stage.

It was certainly an evening you hoped to remember. Granted, you would have preferred more intimacy with the man sitting next to you. But you did not wish to complain. Not about Ronnie Kray. Being at his presence was a gift itself. The sound of the empty glass landing on the table firmly made you look back at the Kray Twin.Why would he gulp down such a fine brand of champagne in one setting?

“Y/N…” “Yes?” You replied, as you indulged in your own champagne.

 “Will you marry me?”

Spitting out the alcohol in a flash, you looked at him with wide eyes, and a dropped jaw.

“W-WHAT?”

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With the Kray Twins claiming the title of Royalty in East End, a scandalous story about them hitting the papers was certainly a stain that was hard to wash off.

Ever since the story of the sex party scandal came to light, featuring popular figures such as Lord Boothby, the curiousity about the sexuality of Ronald Kray had garnered more attention. Along with that, Business with the current clients, found itself to be difficult to be built up, or even being carried on. Awfully desperate to wipe this slate clean, Reggie Kray and Leslie Payne had but one solution.

“Are you out of your FUCKING minds?”  Ron Kray’s reaction was simply justified, especially when their solution, was for him to marry a ‘nice girl’. Marry? And to a woman? Rubbing his chin, Reggie looked at his brother.

“Just think about it, Ron…” he said, his hands resting on his hips, “Or else people are going to talk…” “Business ain’t going to be good for us, Ronnie” Leslie added coolly, blowing smoke as he held on to his his cigarette. Looking around at the only two occupants in the pub, E.Pellicci on a Tuesday afternoon, Ron pointed his fork at his twin. “Reg, you’re my brother…” he muttered deeply, “You know better that I never hide my preference…”

“And as your brother…” Reggie said, sitting in front of him, “I know better to have your back before things go fuckin south…yeah?” He added, “Come on! It’s not like you have to fall in love with her…” he smiled, patting Ron’s shoulder “It’s all just for show…”

Looking at one another, a silent conversation had suddenly begun, a silent negotiation more like. Or perhaps was it an eager salesman trying to make a sell to the difficult customer?

Finally, Ron sighed, grunting in acknowledgement. He seemed to have given up. Feeling victorious, Reggie and Leslie nodded at each other with relief.

“You have someone in mind?” Ron asked casually, resuming to pick at his Eggs Benedict with his fork.

Looking at his brother proudly, Reggie smirked. For he was eager to share his grand plan.

The grand plan that involved their favorite Bakery.

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Relieved you were to have saved your best nightgown for a night such as this one. Your wedding night, to be exact.

Tracing the material with your fingers, you permitted the silk to caress your skin whilst you brushed your loose hair. With Ron still in the bathroom, you had some time to reflect on the whirlwind adventure you had experienced. All in just one week.

Just when the idea of a date seemed ludicrous, a proposal from Ronald Kray was simply unimaginable. He made some fair points, you would admit. How he 'loved you’, and how he ‘wanted no one else but you’. Truthfully, his tone may have seemed monotonous, it could have easily been a tad bit insincere, yet you were certain that was only because he was not like everyone else. For a different aura existed within him, and that being one of the primary reasons you adored him. Some attractions in life could never be explained.

Besides, with you hopelessly in love with him for almost a year, there was no trace of hesitation when you accepted it. Your family did not seem to mind whatsoever. With the Krays and the Firm showing their loyalty to the Bakery, your parents never felt safer and more proud. No wonder you had no difficulty loving Ron Kray all this time. For everything seemed to make complete sense. He may not be the most expressive man on the planet. But that did not bother you, not even the slightest. Confident you were to pull out something new from him. You had never been this certain about anything in your entire life.

The wedding, it was simple yet lovely, including all that you ever hoped for. There was music, there was laughter and there was company at its warmest. The Firm may intimidate the others, but in your eyes, they were the epitome of sincere friendship and family.Just married for a few hours and yet all of them felt like brethren to you.

You jumped out of your thoughts the moment Ron cleared his throat. Coming out of the bathroom, he managed to look robust even in his pajamas.

“Sorry about that…” He said, embarrassingly. Being inside the bathroom for quite a long time, the apology did not seem shocking. You shook your head slowly.

“It’s fine…” You said, as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly walking over, you joined right next to him. You felt giddy, empathizing with a teenager hoping to catch the attention of her senior classmate.

Silence took center stage for brief moment. Almost to the point it grew awkward. You felt your breath quicken in silence as your heartbeat increased along with it. You found it difficult to gain control. But fortunately, Ron began to speak.

“Many people think Reggie is the more beautiful one …” He said, “Do you agree?” He asked, turning his head to face you. With his glasses still on and his hair slicked back, Ron certainly looked too formal for bed. With your eyes on him, you took a deep breath, finally calming down thanks to his inquiry. A proper distraction.

“Well, I won’t lie…” you began, “Reggie is beautiful…” Ron sighed, “Eh…” as if this was no surprise. “And so are you…” You added, with an extra dose of affection. Which made him look back at you with shock.

“Yeah?You think so?” His query was sincere, to which you nodded, chuckling.  “Of course…” you giggled, “Why else would I say yes to you?”

Your heart sang when you heard him chuckle in return. It was very rare, his chuckle. A chuckle only heard when the others in the Firm jested. Only then did he chuckle. Until now.

Feeling the softness of the bed on your fingers, you were even more convinced he was not really ready for bed. You wanted him to loosen up. Inching closer, the distance between the two of you finally closed. Suddenly, you felt so brave. Brave enough to make an impression on the feared Kray Twin: your now-husband.

Ron did not flinch when you took his glasses off, for you were as delicate as you could be with it. Neither did he move an inch when your fingers began to affectionately stroke his head, stealthily digging into his hair, pulling his locks out of the constraints of his hair wax. Tonight and for always, he was to be yours, and you were overjoyed.

With his hair falling on the sides of his face, it came to your realization as to how handsome he really was. He was quite underrated, to be honest.

Your eyes quickly fell on to his lips. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, those lips had driven you mad. Lips that could enslave a thousand if needed. You knew for certain of their softness, you had an inkling they were luscious. All you needed was proof.   Frustration came over you when he kissed you at the ceremony for the first time. Being in the presence of many, the kiss was short. Too short, to be exact. You wondered if he was just shy. Many a doubts came to mind, yet you were too quick to dismiss them. Why would he marry you if not for love? You had no wealth nor mafia connections. So indeed for love, yes?  Staring at his lips for too long, you felt your heartbeat increase with urgency. You were hungry. With your hands still in his hair, you leaned forward for a taste. Until you felt him grab you by the shoulders, pushing you into bed. With grunts and growls that exited his lips, you realized his preference for lovemaking: Rough.

You gasped when he surprised by climbing on top of you. Pulling down his pajama bottoms in a flash, he rubbed his manhood with intensity whilst spreading your legs wide open, causing your eyes to widen as well. No, not yet! Not this ways!  “Ronnie Wait!" you cried, " I’m still a virg-”

Your own words were cut off by a loud cry of surprise, feeling your inner lining break with a sharp pain as his shaft finally entered you, for the first time, ever. With your eyes closed, you tried to handle the pain, that disappeared soon afterwards.  “You’re a…?” Ron croaked, finally realizing the depth of his actions. You nodded slowly. To your surprise, you found the tone of his eyes change. It grew into something that could even be considered sad. Or regretful. That was when you felt your heart melt. What you thought you would get cross, you could not, you did not. All because you loved him too much.   Cupping his face so delicately, there were so much you longed to say. Certainly, this was not the best way for a virgin to experience sex. Yet, this was life. But when you cupped his face, you had other agendas at heart. What could those lips offer you?

With his attention tightly held on to, you moved close, finally kissing him the proper way.

You cherished it, every second. At first, it was a peck, innocent and sweet. With the longer peck, followed increased affection that was motivated with every touch. Being braver, you proceeded to lick his lips, only to place your lips over his once again, kissing him with added pressure, longer than before. Only then, only then did you feel his own lips kiss you back. With his equal reciprocation, it was possibly the best kiss you ever experienced. Moving your hands over to his head, you encouraged the kiss to deepen, moaning into his mouth, as he began to rhythmically move inside you once again.

No clothes were in need of disrobing. Not tonight. For the priority was met. Vulnerabilities were disrobed instead of clothes. Intimacy was displayed instead of the bare frame. You moved along with him, and he was wonderful, fitting so well within you. Pleasure was felt to the core. And to your relief, the kisses did not end so soon. Stealing long, expressive kisses here and there, Ron Kray made love to you until finally the release was met. Groaning, he fell on to the bed right to you.

As you brought your legs together, you felt a sense of wetness in between your thighs. With a swift stroke, your eyes widened by the sight of blood on your fingers.

“Where are you off to?” Ron asked, as you slowly attempted to get off the bed. “Uh….” you struggled, looking at him shyly, ‘The blood…” you said, motioning to the bottom part of the bedsheet stained with red, “Need to clean ‘em off…I-Ah!” But you were far from it, especially when you were pulled back into it by Ron. Ending up in his arms that wrapped your frame, you rested on you elbows, looking at him confusingly, only to be met with his long kiss.   “No rush…” He grunted coolly, bringing you to his chest, “No rush…”

Pleased by your husband's wishes, you complied, savoring the softness and warmth he had surprisingly brought to you.

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“So?..Did you get it over with?”

Reggie asked, the very next morning when Ron made his visit to the E.Pellicci. Sipping on his tea, Ron merely grunted in acknowledgement. Little did he know of the growing curiosity of Reggie Kray and Leslie Payne in regards to the juicy details of the wedding night. Given his usual displeasure in women, they were indeed quite curious about this particular woman.   “And...How was it?” Reggie was persistent. Looking up from his cup, Ron found himself staring into the distance. “You know what?" he said, " It wasn’t half bad…She…" he paused, bringing his hand up , "....she is an interesting one”   “Is she now?” Leslie asked, chuckling with amusement, "So will there be more that interesting one then?" "Fuck off!" Albert Donoghue’s sudden appearance in the pub caused the trio to quieten with concern. “Reg, Ron…Heads up!” he muttered, as the pub doors swung open dramatically. Along with its dramatic swing, came in a group of men, wielding nothing but iron pipes and shameless grins.

“Congratulations Ron Kray!” One of them called out loudly, “The Richardsons would like to give a little…wedding present…”

Gang wars. What’s there to be said?

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You sighed, sitting comfortably on the sofa, as you continued to apply the medicine over Ronnie’s hand. Just a small brawl, Reggie said, when he brought his brother back home to you. One day after the wedding and you already were forced to face this. Helping you realize all that you were to anticipate in the near future. All as the wife of Ronnie Kray.   “So…will this be something usual?” You asked, making him throw you a look, “Just for future reference…” you added defensively. Ronnie looked back at his bruised knuckles.

“Every job has its challenges, yeah?” He began, as you nodded, “I suppose these are mine…” he added, “…and more…” You chuckled. It was clear when you married him, you married everything about him. So who were you to judge? “Well said, Mr. Kray” you smirked as you were quite impressed, “There! All done…” you said, staring at his cleaned bruises as you slowly got up, “I’ll just… make you some tea and-Ah!”

He was always the surprise, pulling you back to him. Ever so comfortably, you ended up on his lap. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he brought you closer, making you blush.

“Would you mind just…staying like this?” Ron asked, his tone filled with shyness, all the while looking at you. His words made your eyes warm. And also your heart.

“I would love to…” you said, blushing harder when he took your chin to kiss you. Long and quiet, the kiss was proficient enough to convey enough to your heart and soul.  “Y/N?” “Hmm?” you hummed, still drunk by his kiss. Pressing his lips together, he inhaled softly. “Do you like…poetry?” Ron asked all the sudden. You could reply with nothing but your bright smile.

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“Oh darling, these are just wonderful…” Violet Kray, mother of the Kray Twins cried with joy as she accepted the basket, filled with warm Loaves of French Baguettes. All from her daughter-in-law.  “Straight from the oven, Mrs. Kray” She said with pride. Violet scoffed.

“Don’t you dare be so formal, love. Call me Mum…” The matriarch replied, bringing the young woman to an embrace.

“I will, Mum”

All this Ronnie Kray watched, with a surprising sense of satisfaction. The fact that his wife won his mother's heart was definitely a good sign. And as days and weeks went by, Ronnie Kray was coming to terms with what an amazing woman he was forced to marry into.With the fascination of a woman and a man combined, her interests were beyond incredible, fit to make conversation with simply anyone in the Firm. He certainly had judged her too fast before. Just because she worked at a baker, did not mean she was not interesting or amazing.

Apart from conversation, she was sexually surprising as well. Never did Ronnie imagine to feel a sense of pleasure that was never experienced before. And besides the pleasure, he felt love. Although he had more preference to men earlier, the aura she had given out in the bedroom was what he could not get enough of. Sex with her was just as exciting as sex with a man. With a colorful imagination, she made sure every time to be as unforgettable as the one before.

Watching a somber or serious news telecast would never be boring with her sitting on his lap. Especially when his erect and hungry shaft was buried inside her as she moved in steady rhythm. Holding his head securely, with his face pressed against her neck, he watched her moan, all the while she made her way up and down on his shaft. Impressed he was with her eagerness to be so open minded, even urging his hands to roam around her frame as she unbuttoned her dress from the front. All so that his hands could touch, pull, pinch, tickle and caress every inch of her skin as he pleased while she moved.

“Never knew you had this side to you…” Ron breathed, to which she looked at him.  “Well, you never asked, Mr. Kray…” she purred, crying out in pleasure soon after, as he tugged her erect nipples.

And before knew it, Ronnie Kray had more appreciation for the female anatomy than ever before. Ever since then, he would spontaneously show off his appreciation with his lips more than ever. The simple favor of undoing an apron may have gone further, merely triggered by the sight of her bare neck, forcing him to unzip her dress, only to let it fall to the floor. All the while he held her, as he took his sweet time, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her skin that his eyes could trace. And with her gratuitous moans and cries filling his ears, he had never felt so proud.

Ever since the wedding, Ron visited the E.Pellicci less. But whenever he did, the pub was filled with cheer.

"We hardly see you anymore, Ron!" “Probably too busy getting hands on with his new Missus!” “Or maybe even busy training her to stay out of his way…” “No! No! He really seems to like her…” "Bugger off, you cheeky fuckers!" Ron would say, with a cigar between his teeth, laughing alongside the mates. All the mates who laughed. All except Teddy Smith.

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You watched the Firm gather around Teddy, all with champagne glasses in hand. "Happy Birthday, Mad Teddy!" Ronnie cried out on behalf of all at Esmeralda's Barn, "May you be as mad as ever!" "To TEDDY!" All cried with cheers.

Teddy Smith flashed his brightest smile. You clapped your hardest, watching the Firm sing their songs of camaraderie. This really should have been just the boys. Why on earth would Ron bring you here?

"I would just ruin the whole mood" you remembered telling him, whilst putting on the earrings a few hours ago. "Fucking nonsense!" he said, as you turned to fix his tie, "The Firm loves you..." he stated as you finished, “Besides… who doesn't want to show you off?" he teased, forcing you to playfully smack his shoulder.

Smiling to oneself at that recollection, you headed towards the restroom while your ears were enlightened by jazz musicians who played on stage. Too much champagne had you running off to the loo even before 11pm. But before you could enter the ladies room, you felt someone stand behind you.   “Enjoying the party?”

Teddy asked, making you turn to him. You smiled widely. “Oh yes, very much…" you said, "Happy Birthday again Teddy!” you clasped your hands together with a sincere wish. He was the adorable brother you never had.

Except he merely scoffed with disgust.   “You think you have all of us figured out, aye?” He asked, displeasure very evident in his tone. Confused, your eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Taking one more step towards you, he folded his arms.

“Do you really think the great Ronnie Kray…married you, for love?”

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With your pulse running high, you quickly turned on the sink tap in the ladies washroom, letting the water run as you moistened the mouth with some. You hoped it would calm you down, but it did not.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you watched yourself take deep breaths. Each breath in a dire need to to help you take in the information you just received from Teddy.

Also known as the truth.

He disclosed it all, Reggie’s desperate plan to save his brother's reputation, and how that plan mainly included marrying you. Rumors of his bisexuality you were familiar with, yet you never expected that to be true. Not after everything you had experienced with him. And you did not expect to hear all of that from Teddy, the man who claimed to be Ronnie's former lover.   “You’re nothing but a bloody cover up…” You remembered him saying. Chuckling with pride, he continued to taunt you: “How do you know where on earth he fuckin ends up, after you fall asleep?” he continued, “Face it, love! You’re nothing but a public please-”

“Stop it!” You cried out, covering your ears with an innocent plea, storming into the Ladies Room. Bringing you back to where you were now.

A fool, You felt like a fool. How could you have been so blind? You should have not come here. You should not have said yes to anything Ronnie had asked of you. More importantly, You should not have loved him in the first place.

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He always had her in his sights, no matter how busy he was with the Firm in the party. With her been in the loo for too long, Ronnie was getting impatient.

The moment she was within his sights he felt relief, except that was robbed from him once again when he watched her leave the club with a possible look of dejection.

It worried him, infuriatingly. He followed her, tried to at least through the crowds in the club. And Teddy Smith was the biggest hurdle of all, bumping into him as he came from the same corner as she did.   “Why is she leaving?” Ron asked him. Teddy however, was silent, enraging Ronnie even further, “Answer my fuckin question!”,he said, pulling him by the collar. Teddy however looked far from upset.

“Cause she doesn’t belong here…" he said, "...she never belonged with us, Ronnie…” he added with dedication, “Forget about her…” his breath felt seductive, running his hands over his clothed chest. Ron was immune to it surprisingly. He was far from aroused.

“You fucking bastard!” He yelled, pushing him away, “I’ll get you next time!” pointing at him, “Wankers!” Ronnie cried out, leaving the club. Passing him by, Reggie appeared quite confused.  “Ron…what’s going on?” He called out to his brother, who clearly ignored him. Reggie turned to Teddy, finally sensing the reason for this contradiction. Shaking his head, Reggie Kray sighed. “Teddy, …the fuck did you do, mate?”

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“Come on! Come on!” You prayed, turning the dial of the numbers frantically as you stood inside the telephone box. You hoped someone would answer your call, you hoped someone would come to pick you up. But your hopes were in no luck for consideration. “FUCK!” You yelled at the phone frustratingly. Clearly, it was not like you to swear like this in the open. Has his habits rubbed off on you?

“Y/N!”

And just like that, you turned to find Ronnie standing outside the booth. “No!" you shook your head immediately, "Go! Leave me alone!” you cried out, putting the phone down. “Y/N…” Ronnie began, “What the bloody hell you doing?” “Avoiding you, that’s what!” You snapped.  “Let me in…” he demanded. “No! “Let…me…in” his demands were repeated, through gritted teeth, leaving pause with each word, which truthfully scared you. Left with no choice, you opened the door, allowing him to enter, and lock it right behind him.

With such little space between the two, you felt uncomfortable for the very first time. If it were a mere few days ago, you would be finding any excuse to be wrapped around him, just to listen to him grunt, to listen to him moan, to listen to him chuckle.

“What did Teddy tell you?” He inquired in seriousness. Averting your gaze, you kept silent for a few seconds before you finally answered: “The truth…the whole truth and nothing but the truth…” “Never knew you could be snarky” “Well, you never asked…”

Your banter with him, it was such a lovely surprise. Which made this even more disappointing.

“I’m not even angry…I’m..." you paused, "I'm hurt” you said, feeling your nose grow sour, “I may not be smart as any of you. But I'm no fool…” you added, involuntarily sniffing, “I’m not foolish enough to stand by when someone plays with my emotions” with your hands on your hips, you tried to gather your self, “I don’t…I don’t think anyone has ever loved you the way I did" you said, making Ronnie open his mouth slowly, “It was silent, but it was strong. For many years. I never cared that you were a gangster, I never even cared of the other foul things they said about you.” you continued, “But if you were to tell me, this was all just for show and nothing…was ever…real-I…I don’t understand” you struggled, taking a step closer to him, his cigar smell strong in his coat, “Was none of it real?” you asked, “Our conversations? Our kisses?" you paused, taking a deep breath, "... Every single time we made love…Were they not real?”

A single tear trickled down your cheek by the end of that question. And with your question, you expected a well deserved answer. You think you earned it after all this. Yet, Ronnie did not answer. Staring at you, he merely stood there pondering. Disappointed, you did not know how to cope with this. Sighing symbolized your surrender, and you turned to leave with a heavy heart.

Until he grabbed your wrist with a grip hard as iron.   “If you know me well.…" he began slowly, "You would know very well that I am a difficult man to deal with” he said softly, yet he remained feared. You gulped, not knowing what to anticipate. However, his grip loosened soon after. Instead he held your hand gently.   “You're right..." He began, “It was just for show, yes. In the beginning. At the bakery, at the jazz club…” he said, making your stomach clench, “I had to, it was the plan…”

So that was it, It was the truth. You were being strung along all just for show. Your feelings felt used, like a wet cloth being wrung so tight there was no water left.

“But not anymore…” Your eyes widened upon hearing his words. Looking up, he looked at you. His hold on you tightened, yet not with pain. But warmth instead.

“I…” he paused, “...I think I love you" he gulped, "And I don’t want to lose you…ever” he said, tracing his tone to comprise of softness and vulnerability. A thick liquid of warmth began to pour down on to your heart. You wanted to accept it wholeheartedly, except it was blocked by a lid of doubt.   “What about Teddy?" you asked coldly.  “Oh! He’s a jealous faggot! But he means well…” Ronnie said in a matter of fact tone, forcing you laugh out loud. He certainly could make you smile always. That Ronnie Kray.   “He loves you, I can tell…” you said, feeling envious to the core.  “Well, it’s a pity now…” Ronnie said, driving that jealousy away. Yet you were still not convinced. "How can I believe you?" You inquired, still realizing your hand was being held, "How can I sure absolutely sur-“

Your words were cut off when Ronnie Kray pulled you to him for a passionate kiss. And your lips did not hesitate to hold back at all. Though your mind was the provider of that lid of doubt, your heart was the one pouring that warmth, and it seemed like it was stronger. Lips were happy to be reunited once again, opening to each other so that the tongues could play their usual dance. You moaned involuntarily as you felt his hands grab you by the buttocks, pulling them up whilst you both kissed. But your mind was not impressed, not yet. This was just too easy.  "Ronnie..." you said, pulling away, “..that's just cheap-”

"This! This is what I want...for the rest of my fucking life..." he snarled, but with meaning, "I may get arrested, I may even go to fucking jail..” he said, "But this…” he paused, “I don't want this to change. Ever" Positively moved, you chuckled. “Well said, Mr. Kray”

You admitted, lips not holding back when Ronnie fully kissed you once again. Never did you expect a man like Ronnie Kray to be this way.

As he kept kissing you with all his heart, you wondered. Did you really pull something out of him to change? Would a better version of himself be a possibility because of you? For the moment, none of that really mattered.

For all you needed to remember was your love for him. And from tonight onwards, his love for you.

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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100 Follower Event!

Hi guys~! So here’s another one for my 100 event, this time its YamiWill requested by @kray-dragon ! I hope you like it dear 🥺💕! This is my first time writing BL, so I hope its good and that you guys like it!

Word Count: 1,000

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

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William was thankful he had the day off today, it was nice not having to worry about anything for a couple of hours. Ever since they were told about the Spade Kingdom and how they had 6 months to get their squads trained and to rank 0 so they could take on the Spade Kingdom and their devils, things had been pretty crazy. William had very little time for anything now, not even for his boyfriend Yami Sukehiro. When William thought back on it now, when was the last time they had seen each other? He couldn’t quite remember.

‘Ah that’s right, during the meeting.’ William suddenly thought and that was over a month ago now. As he looked around the market he frowned, maybe he should get something to surprise Yami? That way he knew that William was thinking about him and loved him even though they weren’t able to spend time together right now? William scanned all the different stalls, it had to be a perfect gift and he wouldn’t settle for less!

It took him at least two hours before he found what he was looking for; an aged bottle of red wine. It was at least 10 years old and very expensive, but he knew Yami loved his liquor, so William was more than happy to pay a little extra for a good bottle. Nothing was too expensive for his boyfriend after all. William looked at the bottle and turned it over in his hand, should he write a note for him? Or would that be too much? Yami didn’t really care if any of the squad members found out about their relationship ‘it was none of their damn business’ as he put it. But William wasn’t ready to tell his own squad yet, especially after they had learned of his betrayal.

The Golden Dawn members had already distanced themselves from him after they found out, well most of them did. But if they were to find out he was dating the Captain of the Black Bulls? There was no telling how they would react. The squad members knew William was attracted to men, they just didn’t know about his attraction to Yami especially since most people assumed he was straight. He shook his head before climbing onto his broom and flying towards the Black Bulls hideout.

After a small flight William landed on the ground with a soft thud, he looked up at the base and smiled softly. He always thought the base had a small charm to it, even if he personally couldn’t see himself living there full time. He walked up to the door and knocked softly, after a moment or two Asta opened the door in surprise but he beamed brightly nonetheless.

“ Oh Captain Vangeance! What’re you doing here?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head, William smiled warmly.

“ I’m here to see Yami, is he home?” He asked politely, he held the bottle of wine at his side, and was slightly disappointed when Asta shook his head.

“ Nope, Captain Yami left a little while ago. But he’ll be back soon if you want to wait?” Asta offered brightly, he shook his head before handing the boy the wine bottle.

“ Ah no, I have to get back to the base to help train my squad. Much like I’m sure all of you are training. But please do give him this.” Asta frowned in confusion but took the bottle anyway.

“ Will do! It was good to see you Captain Vangeance.” William nodded before turning around and walking away, hearing a soft click of the door closing behind him. William couldn’t help but wonder where Yami could be at this time?

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After returning to the Golden Dawn base William couldn’t help but feel disappointed, he had really hoped Yami would be home when he brought the bottle of wine over. He was hoping they could talk, or maybe even go out to dinner since they hadn’t had much time recently. But alas, that wasn’t meant to be. William was pulled out of his thoughts when his Vice Captain Yuno walked over to him.

“ Ah Yuno, I take it everything went well while I was away?” He asked and watched the young raven haired boy nod.

“ Yes sir, everything went well. Although,” he paused for a moment, piquing William’s interest. “ The Black Bulls Captain stopped by, he asked me if you were here but you were in town. He left something for you in your office though.” Yuno explained, William couldn’t help but be curious, why would Yami come all the way here? But he nodded and headed to his office.

When William opened the door he frowned slightly, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but once his eyes landed on his desk he frowned. Something was currently laid upon it. As he walked closer he was able to tell what the object was; a single red rose. His frown deepened, when did this get here? He blinked when he noticed a card laid underneath it. William picked it up and read over the note.

“Saw this and thought of you, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend much time with you recently. But just know I love you and that I’m always thinking of you.

-Yami.”

William couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face, so this was where he was and why he had stopped by. To leave him a flower. Yami was actually a very sweet man, even if he didn’t want to admit it to others. William brought the rose to his face and smelled it, roses truly did have a wonderful fragrance. He placed a soft kiss against the petals before placing the rose in a small vase full of water. He really did love that man with all his heart.

William was now starting to wish he had left Yami a note as well.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years ago

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"That's A Wrap!!!"

A Reggie Kray X Abigail Hathorne(FemOC) One-Shot

***LIT SMUT***

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all are doing good and yes I haven't posted much I actually wanted to take a little "break" and also just haven't been feeling myself lately. But I wanted to give you guys a new One-Shot. And this time finally I'm touching on my favorite gnagster of all time, Reggie Kray. I actually was daydreaming about this piece of cinema a couple of days ago and I said "Reggie and his GF making love in the movies?" what an idea right? And here it is and I hope you all enjoy this short and fun short story of Reggie and Abigail. Again thank you all for the support and please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for me and my blog as a whole. Thank you to each and every one of you guys love you guys to death. As always guys please enjoy and see you in the next post. See Ya!!!!

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Word Count: 4,520

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Violence, Some Graphic Blood, Mentions of Trauma, Death, Gang Affiliations, Fluff, and Lit SMUT

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Abigail and Reggie had been together for almost a year since he laid eyes on her that night at The Esmeralda’s Barn. It was very unexpected for Abigail to encounter the notorious and fearful prince gangster of East London. She was solely focused on getting herself a quick drink to enjoy the many cheerful sounds of the people surrounding her. In her perspective, she never had a single thought of ever finding a man in a place such as The Esmeralda’s Barn. But that thought alone would change her point of view of men when she met Reggie that same night when he step foot inside the hall of the club.

It happened so quickly when Abigail was sitting alone at the bar counter while drinking her second cup of red wine since she got there. She didn’t notice his presence after she heard that smooth, charming, and yet booming voice he possesses once Abigail eyed him sideways.

“Two gins like usual,” Reggie said while he took out his pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips as he lit it up with his small gold light.

Abigail suddenly felt chills running down her spine as she caressed the top of the cup with her right finger. Lost in her thoughts, however, the man behind the bar came back with some drinks that they accidentally tumbled in front of Abigail. Making her gasp, and stood up on her feet at the cold liquid now all over her long sleeve dark brown dress.

“I’m deeply sorry miss, please let me help you clean that for you,” the bartender said in a panicked and stuttering voice, trying to find a towel for Abigail to dry herself up.

“You mate, yea, FUCK OFF NOW!!!” said Reggie, shouting out at the young man behind the counter. He didn’t question him back and did what he was told.

Some people around her were looking on, suddenly feeling embarrassed as her cheeks became red as blood.

“Sweetheart, you alrigh’? Come on, I’ll escort you to the ladies’ room so you can get yourself clean up, yea? And I’m sorry abou’ that young lad, he is a bit of a clumsy bastard but he won’t be coming back here anymore now. But I am terribly sorry abou’ that love,” the tall man said as he was then handed a small wet towel from Albert as he gently placed it against her dress.

“No, it is alright. It’s not a big deal this happened to me before, believe me, but thank you, good sir,” Abigail said as she and Reggie made their way through the crowd making their way to the bathroom.

“Sir? Did you just call me sir? That is actually very cute of you there love, from now on alrigh’ you will only call me by my first name. And that is Reggie, not sir, yea? Especially for a lovely-looking woman like you, that seems so pure and innocent just by looking into your eyes,” he said as Abigail gave a smile at his nice compliment.

After about an hour later of cleaning her dress to the best of her ability, she then made her way out of the ladies’ room. To her surprise, Reggie was there waiting for her all this time, which made her feel a bit confused.

“Reggie, were you really waiting for me all this time? Why?” Abigail said in a shy tone as he took another drag from his white cigarette and let out a slow and smooth blow.

“Because why not?” he said, making a small shrug of his shoulders as he walked his way to her, taking another puff of his cigarette, “I wanted to know you looked good and well, you are pretty much alone around here. Wanted to ask if maybe if you don’ mind I be some company for you tonight if that is something you wish to have?”

Abigail didn’t know what to say about this unexpected request from someone as handsome as Reggie did. She then bit her bottom lips lightly, trying to accept his request or reject him, since Abigail felt like it wasn’t what she wasn’t expecting tonight. She never really had any boys come up to her and ask her for a drink or a dance since she got there at the club. Abigail was thinking of leaving after she got her second cup of wine until Reggie came along tonight.

“Well, I was thinking of leaving right now but… actually…,” Abigail’s words trailed off for a second while collapsing her hands together once again, feeling her face flushed red again.

She could feel Reggie’s warm presence as he took in another puff from his cigarette as he side smiled in her direction.

“How abou’ this then yea? Would you like to go out with me sometime this week, like maybe Saturday night? I can take you on a nice dinner date and I’ll let you choose whatever place you like. If that is something you might like and be interested in and also if you feel comfortable, of course. It is up to you, darlin’, and if you say no, I’ll respectfully take your word, love.”

Before Abigail could speak again, a gentleman with a very nice-looking suit and his light brown hair combed smoothly back on his head, then disrupted them.

“Reggie Jack is here, and he wants to speak to ya, and he said it’s urgent too,” the man said as he noticed Abigail in front of him, “Oh my apologizes miss for the interruption, I’ll see you in a bit Reg.”

Reggie just nodded his head as the man left them alone again, seeing his facial expression change, looking a bit disappointed at being called for.

“I must go now love, I’m very sorry to leave you soon. If you want to find me and need anything, I’ll be sitting with my brother at a corner table booth. Again I must apologize miss… I’m sorry, what’s your name dear?”

“Abigail, my name is Abigail Hathorne, but you can just call me Abi for sort,” she said, giving Reggie a small smile.

“Abigail, well, that is quite a lovely name. I like it a lot. It was a pleasure to meet you then and again. I apologize for leaving you in such circumstances, really. But you have a lovely nigh’ love,” Reggie said as he now made his way down the small brown-lit hallway until Abigail called out to him and placed a hand on his left forearm.

“Reggie wait, I… I accept your date with you and what do you say maybe 7:30 at night at most? And if that hour fits for you, then as well?” she said, feeling nervous now that she quickly welcomed his offer.

Reggie did that same attractive side smile at her, and Abigail looked away for a moment.

“Of course Abi, Saturday night at 7:30 in the evening. I’ll be there for you then. Would you like another drink with me, love hmm?” he said as he searched for those brown almond eyes that he had been growing fond of since this entire night.

“Hehe… I would love that very much Mr. Kray,” she said as she looked up at his astonishing brown dark eyes, which he then gave her a quick wink.

“Right this way than Ms. Hathorne.”

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Having a movie date night was one of the best things that Abigail enjoyed the most when Reggie wasn’t away from work. She already knew what type of business Reggie and older brother Ronnie were into, not really minding how much blood and bones were being broken or shed. Especially that one night when he was released from prison, he and Ronnie got into a terrible fight with each other. Finding out that Ronnie was going overboard and fucking their entire system while he was away made Reggie infuriated, and they got into a bloody fight. Abigail felt devastated at seeing both brothers fight almost each other to death, but after all, they were still brothers by blood in the end.

Reggie afterward felt terrible that Abigail had to witness such a thing, but she didn’t mind it for one bit since she had seen that type of violence growing up with her older brother Vincent.

Back in Manhattan, where she and her family used to live, wasn’t such a pleasant and welcoming area. Filled with lots of poverty, violence, drugs, and alcohol, and almost everywhere she would go there would be girls hanging out on the sidewalks. Her brother Vincent was a good boy, the best brother she could ever have and asked for. But he did some things that no young boy isn’t supposed to do at such a young age. Vincent joined a gang for a small period, where he had to beat the living hell out of anybody that his boss would tell him to do. He has seen things that made him have nightmares almost every night that her parents didn’t know what to do with him. They didn’t know about his little secret about him being in a gang, but Abigail was the only one who knew about his secret troubles. It saddened Abigail to see her big brother go through such multiple traumas, knowing that she kept it between herself and Vincent. One time she accidentally stumbled upon his brother hitting this other young boy in an alley when she went out with a friend. She remembered really clearly how the boy’s face was covered in both his and Vincent’s blood and she felt disgusted to see such a thing. Vicent realized her little sister and her friend as he then gave the big another big hit, making him go out old and tumbled down to the cold pavement floor. He took out a small red towel as he cleaned his bloody knuckles while Abigail’s friend breathed in and out uncontrollably. Abigail only stood there quiet and frightened to see his brother do such horrifying things, not knowing what to think about his actions. Abigails’s friend only ran away from the gruesome scene while Vincent took Abigail’s left arm gently. They walked their way down to an ice cream shop where they would hang out most of the time. Vincent knew inside of his heart he felt terrible to know her sister had to see him that way.

“Abi, hey, look, I’m sorry that you had to see what I did to that boy. You were not meant to see that at all, but I promise you something right now. I will go clean after I win a good amount of money, no matter how much I have to stay. Please don’t tell mom and pops about this too because I know you won’t say a single word of this. Can you do that for me, Little Abi?” he said as he took a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream. Abigail only nodded her head shyly as she was picking out her strawberry ice cream with her spoon.

“Do you really mean it, Vincent, about you going clean? And cross your heart that you will do it whenever you get enough money for us to get out of here?” Abigail said sometime later as she was finishing her ice cream.

“I promise I am being serious with you, dear sister. I cross my heart,” he said, making an X on his chest with his finger, believing in his words.

Mostly when it came to the money, he would store it away in a secret redwood box he hid inside the walls of his room. Promising his sister that one day he and hopefully his parents would understand that they will move out of Manhattan and live a better life than where they were.

“You will never have to worry about those scary bastards that you hear from outside your room window. We will get out of here no matter what Little Abi, I promise you so much,” he would say one night as he showed her his secret box where the money was stashed.

She patiently waited for Vincent to do the dirty work that he did for his boss. Some weeks later, Vincent however turned his life around after he came back home one night later. He realized he wanted more than just a life of corruption and violence, and risking himself between life and death. So he then had the courage to tell his boss that he quit and wanted nothing to do with him and the rest of the gang. His boss didn’t take it nicely, but he let Vincent go.

He then got himself back to school, trying to get a degree in something better and wanting to make his family proud to see his oldest son graduate strong. Abigail was very grateful and relive to see him strive in school instead of seeing him in the streets. However, it wasn’t easy to get what he dreamed of and wanted for himself and for his little sister and parents. Until one day, they found her brother dead in a small obscured alleyway around Manhattan. Abigail didn’t lose just a big brother but a best friend, a mentor, and a protector that she will never get back for all eternity. She knew who her killer or killers might have been, but after the police were finding and searching for her brother’s killers. Suddenly, they also were found dead. Their bodies were hanged under a small bridge as their own blood dripped down to their shoes. There wasn’t any justice in her brother’s death but only grief and loss of someone she was close to and someone who promised her a better life than where they all were.

After two months after the death of Vincent, Abigail and her parents moved out. Ending up going to London out of all places, she and her mother were confused about why his father thought it was better to live in London other than in America. Her father found it would be a fresh start and be away from all the terrible violence around where they lived. He thought it seemed like a better choice and this made her mother upset and thought about it for quite some time. And so that is where she is now and to her surprise, found herself again in the world that she grew up in. But Reggie, however, was another man that she didn’t expect, and also he reminds her too much of Vincent. Reggie is very overprotective of Abigail going out by herself when she had to go to the marketplace or when she just walked her way to work. She found it annoying at first to see Albert and another young gentleman named Frank outside of her front door. But after some time going by, she got used to them being there and then offered their rides to take her anywhere she desired.

Reggie and Abigail then walked their way to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets for the film Cleopatra. Inside the dark, dimly lit theater room, they sat down on the seats where the projector was above them. As they got comfortable with each other, he then looked at Abigail as he gave her a soft small smile, giving her a small kiss on her small sweet lips. She then leaned back for a moment, smiling as bright as the sun.

“Do you want me to get any treats or popcorns for you, babe?” Reggie asked in a whisper, caressing her soft skinny cheek with his hand.

“I”m alright my Reggie thank you, I’m happier that you are here with me, especially on nights like these,” she said placing her hand against his large strong hand, which he chuckled giving her another big kiss on top of her head.

As the lights dimmed, the movie then played. Abigail rested her head against Reggies’ broad chest.

When the movie continued playing sometime later, there was a romance scene that appeared in front of their eyes. Abigail then gave a small kiss on Reggie’s right cheek. Feeling those sweet lips of hers made him feel goosebumps through his body. While having his right arm wrapped around her tiny shoulders, he then softly cupped her chin with his left hand as he gave her a deeper kiss than the first one. Hearing the background audio and music of the movie, their kiss became passionate, sensual, and overall erotic. Abigail placed both of her hands on the side of his face. Reggie caressed her right leg with his hand. Their tongues then dance smoothly between thrift mouths. She let out a quiet moan, making Reggie kiss the side of her neck, biting her bottom lips at his kiss.

“Reggie…,” she whispered next to his left ear, nibbling his ear as he continued to leave small kisses on her neck down to her left shoulder.

“You like that, don’ you, my little princess?” Reggie said seductively in a whisper, making Abigail get goosebumps through her now warm body.

His hand made its way underneath her black shirt, feeling her silky lingerie panties craving to touch what’s beyond the small material. Abigail let out a soft gasp once she felt his hand caress soothingly against her white panties, giving him those hypnotic eyes that made Reggie go mad. Those familiar begging eyes that Reggie has known already for a while, then move his hand inside of her. Feeling her wet, sloppy pussy between his fingers made Abigail tilt her slowly back. She felt like she was above the clouds, as Reggie tried his best to unbutton her dark blue blouse with his free hand. All the while, she felt one of his fingers thrust in and out of her wet walls, as she then reached for his now aching budge with her right hand. This made Reggie bite gently down on her now exposed collarbone as Abigail caressed and rubbed his hard crotch with her small hand.

“You want me to go down on my knees like a naughty slut? While I take in your hard, lovely cock of yours inside my dirty mouth, babe?” she said devilishly seductively, leaving a small hickey on her left shoulder.

Reggie then thrust another two more fingers inside of her, making her gasp louder, which he quickly covered her mouth with his right hand.

“Shhhh quiet love,” he said in a whisper as he looked around the theater to see if anyone was around to their surprise they were the only ones there tonight, “You so fuckin’ wicked my little horny spawn, get on your fuckin knees and give daddy some love hmm?”

“Yes daddy, your wish is mine to command,” Abigail said as she slowly made her way down between his legs, she took her small and yet lovely tits of hers out from her small white bra.

Reggie bite his lips together once he saw Abigail’s nice, small, and round chest while she unbuckled his black belt. Once she got the belt unbuckled, she then went on with his zipper while she gave him a tantalizing look while excavating out his lovely long wood.

“Just like baby, take out that enormous cock so it can feel that hot and lovely slutty mouth of yours,” he said while caressing her long silky black hair with his hand, as Abigail did what she was told.

Feeling the cool air around his erected bulge, Abigail bites her lips while letting out a small chuckle, knowing what was yet to come. She gently thrust his length with her right hand as she gave a few small kisses on the top of his cock’s head. While her other hand massaged his small yet smooth balls as she then licked the head of his dick. She then slowly consumed his cock with her mouth, making Reggie groan quietly as he felt her warm mouth go lower and lower on him. Abigail then gently bobbed her head up and down in a lovely rhythm while having both of her hands now thrust between his length. All the while licking and sucking Reggie like there is no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’... shit… Abi… oh babe yes, yes,” Reggie moans out, quietly closing his eyes in concentration, feeling many erotic emotions throughout his tingling body.

She picked up the pace as she then deep throat him as she felt the side of her mouth drip a bit of saliva, not caring if her red lipstick makeup gets sloppy. Her thrusting and sucking became faster while she also closed her eyes in concentration, knowing that she wants to make her king burst sooner than she wanted him to. Feeling his insides were building up more and more, he then tighten his eyes harder as he grabbed a fist of her black hair with his right hand. This made Abigail get even faster than she now felt the tip of his cock all the way behind her throat.

“FFFFUCCKKKK!!!! yea, yea, yea, don’t stop babe, don’ stop,” he said medium loud tone, as he was breathing in and out feeling her moaning vibrations around his cock.

Abigail went faster until in a few seconds his wet and tasty white milk burst inside of her, making her bob her head slowly. Consuming every bit of his heavenly milk inside of her mouth. Abigail’s mouth was now filled with Reggie’s semen as she teasingly opened her mouth to show his man how much she has inside. This only made Reggie get harder while his beautiful angel was being a joker and yet naughty at the same. She then swallowed everything whole as he gave her another deep kiss, tasting a few of his own fluids between his lips.

“Now, you sit back and let me take care of my queen now yea?” he said as he gave another peck on her lips, which Abigail giggled, knowing it was her turn to be his toy now.

He then looked around the room once more to see if anyone was around, but in relief, there was no soul to be seen. The movie then continued playing in the background, while Abigail pulled her panties down as she felt the material down against her ankles. Making herself sit more comfortable against the seat, Reggie then lifted a bit of her black skirt. Abigail desperately wanted Reggie’s wet tongue to lick her out, knowing how much she can’t resist right now. Reggie caressed her right cheek as they smiled at each other.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you, my little Abi?” He said as he caressed his thumb gently against her cheek.

“Yes, my love, I am your only good girl in this world and you are mine to claim and have. I love you, Reggie Kray,” she said, kissing his hand and giving a side smile towards him.

“Well, let me take care of you now. Would you like that, my sweet Angel?” He said teasing as he reached further between her legs, biting her lips together to resist a smile and a chuckle.

Abigail simply nodded her head, and Reggie now reached where he wanted to be. He started slow once he inserted two fingers inside her lovely wet canal, making Abigail moan out quietly. Reggie massaged her right tit with his free hand while thrusting into her pussy ever so lovingly.

“Hmmm… Reggie please… don’t stop just like that make me feel like a dirty whore you want me to be,” she said rearing her head back, feeling his tongue licking around her sensitive clit.

Reggie licked the place up as he thrust and lick in a wonderful rhythm while Abigail closed her eyes, seeing some black spots around. She felt so much like she was in heaven loving how Reggie would treat her to her sinful desires that had grown to love. Anytime or anywhere, she and Reggie would always try to have time for each other, and no matter where they make love to each other. What Abigail cared about the most wanted to be close to him and have his warm body be against hers. Felt at home, safe in his arms, happy, and overall, a life that she expected to have with a man like Reggie.

Abigail felt so many tingles through her body as Reggie worked on his speed as his tongues twirled and nibbled around her clit. She knew she was this close to reaching her climax when Reggie thrust his fingers as he looked up at her beautiful face.

“Who do you belong to, hmm? Tell me who this little cunt and this slut belong to?” He said as he placed a gentle hand around her white neck as he thrust his three fingers in and out of her, making her curl her toes together.

“Ohhh fuck Reggie… I belong to you… ohhhh… I’m your only slut… for you to fuck me… and, oh god I’m about to come,” she said couldn help but love how her pussy was building itself up to her and burst out her juices.

Reggie then tightens his hand around her neck, making fingers thrust deeper inside of wet walls until she can’t resist the temptation. Abigail then came around his fingers, feeling her face flush red riding her organs around his large fingers. They both breath heavily for a moment once Reggie takes his fingers out of her now undone pussy. He licks her juices off with his tongue that sting a bit of a sweet hint that he only knew. Abigail giggled at seeing Reggie do such a naughty thing that he then placed his fingers in her mouth to lick off the rest of her juices. She erotically licked and suck his fingers while giving those devilish eyes in his direction. This made Reggie feel hard between his legs, once again loving her nice little tongue playing around his fingers.

The finale of the movie then came to an ending as the projector and the theater then lit up a bit, realizing that the film was over. Abigail quickly put her panties on again while Reggie buckled his belt around.

“That a Wrap, as they say in the movie industry,” Abigail said jokingly, making Reggie let out a small chuckle finally zipping his trousers.

“Don’t be such a joker love, come on, let’s get out here. Don’t you think this isn’t the last scene of our movie not yet? Because there is a continuation after this little misbehaved young lady has been very, very mischievous. Because she doesn’t realize she has a little surprise that her Prince Charming wants to give to her. What do you say, my darling? Are you ready for the big finale of this story of ours?” Reggie said, cupping her face with his hands and giving her another sweet, small kiss.

“I would love to know very much about my lovely king,” Abigail said as they made their way out of the theater excitedly, looking forward to seeing where this would go to.

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

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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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