#rocknrolla fic

[ghost-nerd-writer]

Real Rocknrolla

Chapter 3

Game. Set. Match

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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With a loud sigh, Izzy tried to angle her elbow enough to dab at the areas she couldn't see as the bathroom door opened again, and Izzy tried her best to ignore whoever else had entered the room. That was until she felt a warm hand on her shoulder while another took the paper towel out of her hand gently. She glanced up into the mirror, surprised to see Archy stood behind her.

"I think you're lost Archibald. Unless you're trying to tell me something." Archy flicked his eyes at the mirror with quiet amusement before he carefully angled her arm to see the damage.

"Lenny sent me to find you. Thought you were on the courts, but when I went to fetch you, I found a very broken tennis racket in your place."

"This is your fault, you know." Izzy twitched her arm so he knew exactly what she had reffered to.

"What did I do?" He complained and halted his medical aid.

"Well whistling isn't exactly a developed way of communication. Yes, it catches people's attention. Sometimes not the right people. You distracted me when Jackie was serving."

"Sorry." He muttered as he focussed his attention back on her arm.

"Why do we keep her around anyway? Apart from you getting your rocks off with her." Archy smirked as he reached for a dry paper towel.

"You're not too fond of our Jackie, are you? Why? You want her job?" A disgusted noise escaped Izzy, and she turned to barge past him and out the door.

"Men." Karen uttered from her cubicle.

"My sentiments exactly, Karen," Izzy said before she stomped out of the ladies'.

"Oh come on Izz, I was only joking," Archy followed her with his arms outstretched.

"That's what makes it worse, Arch," she barked as she made her way through the lobby and out through the front door.

"Listen, love." Archy gently caught her arm and she turned to face him. "I'm sorry. I don't know if you've noticed but I am a bastard."

"Not to me you're not, Arch." Izzy replied, and caught him off guard. His eyes flicked to her chest and he frowned.

"She really gave you a sore one with that," he gently placed his fingers where Jackie had hit her with the tennis ball and she flinched at the sharp pain that followed.

"Ow," she gasped.

"Sorry," Archy muttered. Lenny appeared near the bar and waved them over.

"Hurry the fuck up you two, I'm getting fucking tired just watching all this bullshit." Izzy rolled her eyes.

"Way to keep up appearances, Len." Archy placed a hand on her back in invitation for her to lead the way.

"Come on." He guided her down the stone steps and out into the car park where they caught up with Lenny.

"Good game was it, sweetheart?" Lenny asked.

"The best." She answered sardonically, which always seemed to be lost on Lenny when it came from her.

"Good to hear. Jackie likes you, she doesn't like playing with the men. Need to keep her happy so she keeps keeping clients happy."

"Happy to be of service," Izzy muttered as they reached the car. Turbo waited with the car door open for them and they all climbed in.

"Why is there blood on your skirt, sweetheart?" Lenny enquired conversationally as he pulled a cigar out of his jacket. Izzy looked down to see heavy blood drops on the side of her plaid tennis skirt.

"Ah, fuck. I had an accident on the court. Archy's fault." Lenny gave Archy a chastising look before he slipped his cigar between his teeth and lifted her elbow to check it.

"Ah nevermind, love. You can clean it proper when you get home."

He gently placed her arm back and searched for his lighter. Izzy chanced an amused glance at Archy who’s irritated glare was on her. She winked at him and stuck out her tongue. He averted his gaze and pushed his tongue into his lip to hide his amusement. Lenny finally found his lighter and lit his cigar. Izzy glared between her father and his cigar before she held her breath as best she could. She may smoke when she’d had a drink, but she couldn't stand the stench of a cigar. Turbo pulled the car out of the carpark and took off into the streets of London.

"Did the councillor take to Jackie well, then?" Archy asked Len suddenly, as he leaned forward to see past Izzy, and glanced at her to gauge her reaction.

"I think he was taken with her before hand. It's hard not to be, is it?" Lenny answered perversely. Izzy couldn’t help the disgusted scrunch of her face and glanced at Lenny who was happily puffing away on his cigar. She sobered quickly enough to see the impish smirk on Archy’s lip. She returned the smile sweetly and pinched his thigh hard.

"Ah fuck!" He exclaimed.

"You alright Archy?" Izzy asked sweetly. Archy looked between her and Lenny’s startled looked.

"Fine. Yeah." Archy grumbled. Lenny took a drag of his cigar and then turned to Izzy.

"Speaking of Jackie," he tapped her leg to get her attention. "You're going for drinks with her this weekend. She was saying she was getting bored of the usual places, so I told her you'd go out with her." Izzy looked at him in shock, her mouth agape.

"What if I had plans? Did you even think to ask?"

"You'll do as you're told," Lenny growled.

Izzy felt herself revert back to her childhood reaction to news she didn't like. She pouted and a frown creased her brow. She felt Archy's shoulders shake, and turned her head, to glare at him as he laughed silently. She threw him a dirty look, but he merely gave a cocky tilt of his head.

"Listen, love. We're going to drop you off at home. We've got some other business to get to." Lenny said as he rolled down the window and tapped the ash from his cigar.

"That's fine, I'll have the Wild Bunch round. We can have a party." Izzy looked at her nails, aware that both men now stared at her.

"I know you're joking, sweetheart. But fucking don't," Lenny said flatly

The trio remained silent until they reached the house. Archy got out to so that Izzy could clamber (elegantly) out of the car.

He took her hand to help her step out and winked at her before he slid back into the car. Lenny waved from behind Archy and then they were off down the road and round the corner.

"Psst." Someone hissed from somewhere behind her. Izzy twirled in shock before her eyes settled on her big brother Johnny Quid. And he was high off his fucking tits.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She hissed as she stomped over to him and punched his shoulder before shepulled him into a tight hug.

"I just need a few things little sister of mine."

"Johnny you stink." Izzy startled and pulled away from him quickly.

"Rude. But observant. And very nice of you to tell Johnny the truth."

"What have you taken?" She asked crestfallen. Johnny shrugged at her look of disappointment.

"Bit of everything," he mumbled and cast his eyes to the ground.

"Come inside, get cleaned up, and you can be on your way before Lenny gets back." Johnny plastered a smile on his face before he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Of course mum. A mutually beneficial arrangement."

"You can't steal anything, Johnny."

She opened the front door just a fraction to make sure none of Lenny's men were kicking about before she hurriedly ushered Johnny inside.

"Upstairs, quickly." She commanded.

"Sister mine, you realise there is blood on your skirt. You been fighting or do I need to start handing out my own twist on the famous Archy slap?"

"Not unless you can backhand mother nature, love. Now upstairs."

"Yes mother."

Izzy tried to smack him on the arm again, but he moved quickly up the stairs and out of sight. She tiptoed around the downstairs area to check nobody else was in the house. If Lenny were to find out Johnny was here he'd have a fit.

Once she had confirmed they were alone in the house, she ran upstairs to find Johnny, who had let himself into the billiard room and had sprawled himself out on the table. With an impatient sigh, she left him to whatever it was he was doing to find him a towel from the airing cupboard and returned to Johnny, to toss said towel at him.

"Come on Johnny, I don't know how long Lenny's going to be." Johnny lifted the towel from his face and sat up as he lit a cigarette.

"Alright mum, watch my cancer stick. It's my last one." Izzy rolled her eyes as he ambled out of the room. He'd always been one for the dramatic.

"Will you behave yourself if I go for a shower too?" Johnny looked at her.

"We're not sharing." He joked dryly.

"Ew! Johnny!" Izzy shrieked. Johnny laughed as he made his way to the guest bathroom. Izzy sighed in disgust before she headed to her own en suite.

The very knowledge that Johnny was in the house had her showering in record time. She jumped out of the shower, dressed as quickly as she could and ran out into the hallway, slowed herself to seem cooler than she felt, and wandered through the house in search of her brother.

The discovery of a bone dry towel that hung limply on the banister gave her pause. She picked up the towel and searched around as she tried to work out where the fuck he had wandered off to.

“Johnny?” She called.

Silence.

Her stomach dropped as she thought of the multitude of things he could have taken. She threw the towel back down onto the banister and ran through the house in search of him. Nothing seemed to be missing as far as she could tell, which could mean Lenny wouldn’t notice if Johnny had stolen something. She returned to the landing and breathed a sigh of relief as she grabbed the towel and took it down to the washer.

[beanarie]

fanfic writer answers!

thank you for the questions! ❤️

@nzchance 8, 20

Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

i really really really would've liked to contribute more madi-focused fic for black sails, especially a post finale epic dealing with all her years afterwards. but i never got her voice down to the point where i felt comfortable writing in her pov. characters who are good and responsible and driven without gaping holes in their armor are hard for me to get a handle on.

Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?

in the parent trap fic, tommy's story about changing denny's diapers. he and sal and chim went over to hen's because she was super injured! she wasn't just a deadbeat making her coworkers parent her infant son (the first time. second and third were kind of up for interpretation). tommy didn't explain that because he didn't think news of his mom almost dying on the job right after she got him would've made denny feel great.

(more q&a after the cut)

@trombonechurchill 1, 5

Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

sea legs, my mal/eames story, was very influenced by mid-career guy ritchie movies snatch and rocknrolla. tom hardy played the character of all time in rocknrolla. it wasn't the hugest of leaps.

Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

this is more directors commentary than "y'all missed this". in an awful and dreary blank, tommy actually got his phone taken away from him because he was spending ten minutes writing an individual text, getting more agitated as each reply came in from buck, and his chief was like, okay, enough. i'm gonna hold onto that, because if you go on like this for much longer someone is gonna sedate you.

@geddyqueer 3, 15

What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

can i count my work experience as research time?? because i have spent hours and hours in outpatient clinics, hospitals, and sub acute rehabs just so i can add, like, "annoying healthcare PSAs were playing on a loop over the speakers" lol. oh, black sails was fun because at one point i had to wonder what they even did with fish in the 1700s, and that led to a throwaway line about packing it in salt.

Is there any genre, trope, or style that you find particularly challenging to write? Do you enjoy the challenge or prefer to avoid it?

i'm really not a plot girlie. and i don't do action scenes (currently stuck on one!). i get very pleased with myself when i'm able to write around it so there's Stuff going on, just not on the main stage. like, there's a seasoning of plot. i don't seek out plotty concepts unless i can figure out how to shove it in the background.

@bidisasterevankinard 10, 11

If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?

sex pollen. intellectually, theoretically, i understand the appeal, but the concept squicks me hard.

Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

whump, h/c. it's sort of ingrained in me. this is so embarrassing but when i was little, i would play hospital with my stuffed animals, bandage them up with toilet paper, make IV lines with scotch tape (my mom was just telling someone this for some reason!).

[mister-eames]

hey ash, if you are to choose from, which character TH has done would match most closely to eames backstory?

Good question!!! It's a tough choice but I think I would have to go with Handsome Bob in RocknRolla! I think it sets up young Eames nicely with a criminal backstory where it could splinter off into so many different directions to get to the Eames we all know and love (almost as much as Arthur) in Inception - I'm very fond of the fics where Eames and Arthur are in London and for some reason or another end up meeting up with One Two and Mumbles - and Arthur learning about "Handsome Bob" is always gold!!!

What about you - which would you choose?

[teawithmagician]

Hi, I’m a fan of Archy in Rocknrolla played by Mark Strong. Been reading all your works about him and absolutely obsessed with them. I want to read something about what’s it like when he was doing the 4 years in prison. Do you think he was ruling or he was having a tough time?

Hi! Thank you so much for your high evaluation of my fics :) I think that Archy had a tough time is unlikely from the first sight. He's a tough guy himself. But again, maybe he's so tough because of the air of authority around him and the resources he can use. Maybe in jail, he had to fight his way to social status which made him change, as mentioned in the movie. That drives us to my second hypothesis: Archy was kinda ok in jail because he knew the drill. But life was brutal and it affected him, giving him some sort of PTSD.

The 3-d hypothesis favours Archy: he thrived in jail. But it would be a tad boring and wouldn't contribute to character development. And a good fic needs a conflict and struggle for that. But if he ruled in jail, then I would assume ruling demanded sacrifices of his humanity for it, and it again scarred him deeply.

All hypotheses seem more viable if we remember there is an actual difference between street and prison cultures. Once I read a research on the crime culture of the 90-ies (The Word of a Lad // Слово пацана) and found out something interesting:

Even though "street lads" respected guys who came from prison and the prison code of honour, at some point they had a split since prison culture was too brutal, rigid and black-and-white for them.

Regardless of whether Archy thrived, failed, or had a mediocre life in prison, it is very likely he wasn't quite ready for it, and it changed him.

[kate2kat]

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: RocknRolla (2008) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Handsome Bob (RocknRolla), One Two (RocknRolla), Mumbles (RocknRolla) Additional Tags: Backstory, Bob's adolescence Series: Part 14 of Bob Summary:

How did teenage Bob become Handsome Bob?

Ages ago, this picture got me thinking about the kid who met One Two and Mumbles, and how a lonely gay boy could be recruited into a gang by a charismatic older guy. And as I have always been fascinated by Bob's deprived childhood, Bruised is the result.

[unsettledreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: RocknRolla (2008) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Archy (RocknRolla)/Johnny Quid Characters: Archy (RocknRolla), Johnny Quid Additional Tags: Kink Bingo 2013 Summary:

The truth is, he doesn't want to stop touching Johnny.

[iwasnttrainedforthis]

Fandom: Kingsman (Movies), RocknRolla (2008)

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Archy (RocknRolla)/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Merlin/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin

Additional Tags: Organized Crime, Undercover, Voyeurism, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Eggsy is planting bugs in Archy's office when Archy shows up unexpectedly. Eggsy improvises a distraction. All Merlin can do is watch.

[buttercupsandboys]

HANDSOME BOB!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

@hecatemoon87 looooove it x

Handsome Bob AU - Crazy Aces

Part I - Handsome Bob's Last Request

This storyline is an AU in which our beloved Handsome Bob is straight (us ladies want a piece of you too Bobby!)

This story idea goes to the credit of @baneofmyexistencee !! I didn't think I would get to it this soon, but here goes Part 1

Warnings - SMUT

Summary - Bob's in trouble. He made a bad decision while doing a job for his gang, Crazy Aces. Thinking it's his last day on earth, he comes to the reader asking for solace.

I’m drawn out of a deep sleep as my mobile vibrates loudly on the nightstand. I squint through the darkness and reach out my hand to stop the device from twitching against the wood. The LED screen illuminates and temporarily blinds me. My eyes gradually adjust and I can see I’ve received four missed calls all from my friend, Handsome Bob. 

He hadn’t always been Handsome Bob. No, far from it. He had actually gone by Robert or Robby as I had called him. When I first met him in primary school he was a scrawny, awkward boy who had a tendency of getting bullied by the other kids. He wasn’t a coward, mind you. He emanated a type of confidence that was impressive. And no matter how many times the bullies would knock him down, he would get right back up and say, “Never mind all that, I’m gonna get out of this bloody village and be somebody.” 

I was not a popular child either. My family had just moved into Bob’s village a few months before I entered school. I was terrified on my first day of school. A very cruel girl with red hair came over to my lunch tray, picked up my milk and proceeded to dump it all over my lunch tray. Bob was over by my side in seconds, pushing the girl back on her arse. It was brilliant and he became my best friend in school. It was a couple years after High school that Bob decided to go to London. He seemed agitated at being trapped in our small village and he rather take the risk of failing in the city than living out his days in our village. 

It broke my heart when he left. I had never really understood my feelings for him. I saw him as my best friend, he wasn’t really boyfriend material, at least at that time I didn’t see him as such. After Bob left, I began dating a guy named Chaz. He was handsome and kind enough to me, so when he asked me to move to London with him I didn’t hesitate. Well, I should have stopped and thought about it. Because moving to London was the worst decision I had ever made. It turned out that ol’ Chaz was cheating on me, with two other women! So I sorted that shit out by taking all his clothes to the back garden, dumping kerosene on them and having myself a little BBQ. 

So, with Chaz’s departure I had to pay for our flat rent all by myself. And in London things are expensive. I needed to take out a small loan just to pay for a few months. But the bank didn’t like the looks of my credit so they rejected my loan request. Desperate and out of options I did something stupid. I heard of a gang in my neighborhood that would give out a quick loan. They gang was known as Crazy Aces and I stupidly decided to agree to their high interest rates just to avoid being evicted from my flat. 

Well, turns out I couldn’t pay those high interest rates and the gang came knocking. And guess who was at my door? That’s right, Robby, or I mean, Handsome Bob. I didn’t recognize him at first. Remember I told you he was a scrawny little kid? Well, the man before me was bulky with muscle, filled out in the most pleasing way a male could be. He had always been a pretty boy, but with the extra weight and stubble of a beard he was drop dead gorgeous. He on the other hand had recognized me instantly and got to work figuring out how to get me back in the good graces of the Crazy Aces. 

Ace Desmond, the leader of the gang, decided to forgive my loan if I agreed to come work for him. I’m very good at computers, mostly hacking. I once had a moral code of using my powers for good, but with my head on the chopping block, I agreed to siphon off people’s credit cards and bank accounts. I hadn’t seen Robby in almost twelve years and now we were both working for a gang in London. Funny how things turn out later in life. 

I press down on Robby’s name on my mobile screen and dial him back. It barely rang once when he picked it up. He sounded out of breath and he practically shouts into the phone. I pull the phone slightly away from my ear as he speaks. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’ve messed up, I’m so fucked!” Bob shouted on the other end. 

I cringe a little, still struggling with waking up. Bright lights and noise are not conducive to waking up in the middle of the night. 

“Slow down, what are you going on about?” I ask. 

“Ace, he’s gonna kill me, that’s what I’m fucking going on about!” he said, continuing to shout. 

I sit up in bed, still groggy, but I’m now very concerned. I glanced down at the time, it was four-twenty one in the morning. 

“Robby, take a breath. What do you mean Ace is going to kill you? What happened?”

“I had a job a few hours ago. Ace let me choose the guys and I…fuck! I chose one bloke that screwed me over! I told Ace we could trust him, but the wanker double crossed me,” Bob said, his voice lower now, but still filled with panic. 

“Double crossed you? He took the money?” I ask, knowing it was a stupid question once I said it out loud. 

“Yeah, Y/N, that’s what double cross means!”

“Okay, I get it, stupid question,” I say, feeling annoyed, but trying to understand he was stressed out. 

“Can I…Can I come over?” he asks. 

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll get the kettle started,” I say. 

In about an hour, Robby is over at my flat. We are sitting on the touch, cup of tea in hand. He is shaking his leg nervously up and down and sloshes some of the tea onto the floor. 

“Shit, sorry,” he says, placing the cup on the small table in front of the couch. 

“Robby, you need to calm down. Why don’t you call Rotcher?” 

Rotcher is Ace’s right hand man. He is actually very reasonable and was the guy you went to with this sort of problem. If Rotcher liked you, he’d figure a way to save your arse. If he didn’t like you, well then, you were good as dead. 

“I did…I fucking called him as soon as it happened,” Bob says, nodding. 

“Right, then you’re going to be okay,” I say with confidence. 

He turns and looks at me with disbelief. 

“How is it going to be okay? I lost Ace five hundred thousand pounds,” he replies. 

I cringe when I hear the amount. 

“Well, you know Rotcher, he’ll sort it out. Besides, you know the guy right? Give me the details and I bet you I can trace him online and find him,” I say, taking a sip of tea. 

“I’m so glad this is a done deal for you! Do you know what Ace will do to me?” Bob says then places his head in his hands. 

He then leans back against the couch and gives me his darling puppy dog eyes. I’ll be the first to admit, my socks are charmed off. But as I said, he was my best friend, and still is. You don’t fuck your best friend, do you?

“It isn’t a done deal for me. Here, I’ll call Rotcher right now and tell him I can help trace where that prick went off with that money,” I say, getting up to grab my phone. 

“Just leave it, I’m sure Rotcher knows that. You gonna call him at five in the morning? You won’t help my case then. I told him around one a.m., he’s sleeping now,” Bob says. 

“Fine, then just calm down a little. Drink your tea,” I say, coming back to the couch. 

“I don’t want to drink my bloody tea,” he whispers. 

He’s always been like that. He doesn’t like being told what to do, which I find amusing as that is what he does for a living. Ace tells him what to do all the time. We sit in silence for a little before he speaks again.

“I need to tell you something, in case this all goes tits up,” he says. 

I take another sip of my tea, waiting for him to divulge his secret. He looks over and gazes at me for a moment. Then he says something that makes me choke on my tea. 

“I love you,” he says. 

The hot liquid rushes down my throat and I begin coughing. I put the tea cup down and clear my throat before slapping him on his shoulder. 

“Don’t joke like that!” I say. 

“I’m not joking, I love you, I always have.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, incredulously. “You left me behind for London, I doubt you loved me.”

“I left you behind because I could see you weren’t interested. You just saw me as Robby the muppet.”

“Muppet? Really? That isn’t what I thought of you at all, you were my best friend,” I say in my defense. 

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to be just best friends. I wanted you.”

My cheeks are now feeling flush and I’m only a few inches from him. His eyes are settled fully on me and I’ve seen that look before. I never really knew what that look meant until I matured from girl to woman. When we were children, I guess it would have been puppy dog eyes, now, he was a man, that look was of lust.

“Robby…” I say, nervously. 

“I want…I want to be with you just once, before Ace does me in,” he says. 

I take a deep breath, not certain how to answer him. He seemed to really think Ace was going to kill him. Like, today was his last day on earth and all he wanted was to be with me. I was conflicted to tell the truth. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, because let’s be honest, sleeping with your best friend can complicate things. But on the other hand, over the past year I’ve been working for the Crazy Ace gang, I couldn’t help but develop a crush on Robby. 

“Please?” he says, trying to get me to focus back on him. 

“I…I really think you’re going to be okay, Robby,” I say. 

“Yeah, you think. You don’t know,” he retorted. 

I look at him nervously. Well, he had me there. I didn’t really know if the end result would be positive for him. 

“Fine,” I say, not sure if he was guilting me into this or if I was just so randy for him I wanted it just as badly. 

He smiles and at first just takes my hand and squeezes it. He then closes the gap between us and pushes back a lock of hair that’s in my face. He is so handsome, but I hate his new nickname, Bob. I refused to call him Handsome Bob, he would always remain Robby to me. 

God, I’m so fucking nervous. His eyes are so intense, filled with desire and I’m completely pulled into his magnetism. He kisses me and I feel a bolt of electricity rip through my body. I’ve kissed a few boys in my lifetime, but this kiss was something else. It was like a dormant force of emotion that was longing to be set free was just released. His lips were so soft and he was slow and deliberate with his kisses. I opened my mouth a little more to pull in his upper lip, but he found that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

He takes me into his arms and my hands come up and embrace him. He’s so muscular and he smells like cinnamon and spice. He must have been planning for sex as his mouth tasted of mint, like he had taken a shower, sprayed new cologne and brushed his teeth. Was it all a ploy to get me into bed? No, he wouldn’t have been so afraid if that were the case. Besides, I was already in too deep and I wanted more of him. 

I press against him, my hands trailing over his chest. I want to feel his naked body, so I begin tugging on his shirt. 

“Off,” I whisper and he obliges. 

He is well defined and the contours and bulge of his muscles furthers my arousal. I’m still in my pajamas and I slip my top and bottom off, now only in my panties. Robby sucks in air with a sharp sound of inhalation at the sight of my naked body. He stands up and removes his trousers then takes me into the bedroom. He guides me over to the bed and presses me down into the mattress, kissing my neck as his hands paws at the outlines of my curves. I wrap my legs tightly around him, feeling his erection lock against my pussy. His boxer-briefs are still on, the cloth of my panties are becoming moist, getting both mine and his underwear wet. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says before softly crushing my left nipple between his teeth. 

I sigh with pleasure and whimper as he rubs his cock against my clit while he suckles and teases my tits. I’m fucking seeing stars here! But also, I’m unable to fully grasp that this hunk of a man used to be a dorky little boy who thought drinking milk through his nose was funny. I giggle at a brief memory of him that flashes through my mind. He looks up and gives me that stupid grin that I fondly recall from our childhood. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks. 

“You,” I say, stroking his hair. 

“Am I not doing something right?” he asks, cocking his head with concern. 

“That’s the problem, you’re doing everything right. It’s so bizarre,” I say. 

“Because…because of our childhood?” he asks. 

I can only nod because I just am not able to articulate exactly how I feel for him. He simply smiles and gets off the bed to remove his underwear. He then wiggles off my own and he settles himself between my legs again. I can’t help but trace the outline of his chest and abdomen. His chest is hairy, but pleasingly so. He has several tattoos now and I like them. 

“Can I?” he asks, the head of his cock brushing against my lips. 

It feels so good and I forget he’s not wearing a condom, but for some reason I trust him and I’m on birth control. What the hell, I want him to raw dog me senseless. I spread my legs wider for him and I whisper yes. He carefully fills my void, his girth dividing my walls with a slight sting. As he fills me up only pleasure engulfs my senses. He is big and I am very tight. He groans as he completes his entrance, he is completely inside me now. 

“You alright?” he asks. 

I nod with my eyes closed, his cock is making my cunt feel like it's about to burst. I had no idea how well endowed he was and clench myself around him. He moans and begins to thrust. I hang on to his back, my nails digging slightly into his bronzed flesh. I guess I needed sex really bad. It had been almost two years since I had sex, stupid fucking Chaz. I let go of my tension and fears and just allow Robby to rail me. I moan and mewl and beg him for more. 

He’s an excellent lover, listening to how I wanted it. I begged him harder and faster and he made sure to give it to me. I grab onto his arse with both hands now, really bracing myself to receive the delicious impact from his cock. He has such a great arse too, it’s taut and meaty, a pleasure to hold onto. I am thoroughly aroused and when I start my first orgasm just by his thrusting I am shocked. Chaz never could make me cum just by penetration alone. I whimper, then cry out his name as I cum. He doesn’t stop pounding me as I cream all over his cock. But I can tell he wavers as if he is about to orgasm as well. And he does after a few more fine thrusts from his powerful hips. 

He rests his forehead against mine and quivers in my arms. He moans so sexily and I grip him close to me, our sweaty skin meshing together. He feels me up with his cum, it is a strange sensation as I never have let another man fuck me without a condom. But I like it and some primal part of me is proud to have received his seed. I can feel his body relax in my arms and he looks down into my eyes and then kisses my nose. 

“I think…I think I can die happy now,” he says. 

[griseldagimpel]

Get to know me better game! Thanks, @dumbkiwi!

Three ships: Harrow/Gideon Nav, Gideon the First/Wake/Pyrrha, and Palamedes/Camilla for my current fandom: The Locked Tomb. Although, I'm writing a lot of John/Sarpedon, just because it's a good vehicle to explore John as a character.

First ship: Y'all don't need to know about my Yu-Gi-Oh shipping days from half a lifetime ago, so let's do Palamedes/Camilla as the first ship I liked in The Locked Tomb. In a series where a lot of characters are jerks, I loved their mutual devotion toward and protectiveness of each other.

Last song: "What if God was One of Us?" - I'm using it for a John Gaius fan vid I'm working on.

Last movie: The Man from Uncle. I'm finding I rather like Guy Ritchie movies - he also did RockNRolla - but I found myself wishing he'd just gone all in with the OT3. Still, it was a fun movie.

Currently reading: Astro City. A friend got it for me for Christmas, and it's been an interesting read so far. A lot of effort clearly went into the construction of the world, but for all it wants to deconstruct superhero tropes, I'm finding myself wishing it was more willing to question the premise of its very world-building.

Without writing a whole dissertation, superhero comics got their start during the heyday of the mob. Superheroes fought mobsters and nazis and political corruption. And occasionally what we'd call supervillains, but they weren't as much of a staple as you'd expect.

And then the war ended, Seduction of the Innocent was published, and the Comics Code Authority was established. A LOT of supervillain tropes come from this place of censorship, but this history was so influential that superhero stories just take it as a given that superheroes need to fight street crime (masked bankrobbers!) or supervillains in garish costumes with some nefarious plan.

But, like, how often do you actually encounter a group of criminals knocking over an armored car these days? Or even in the 90's, when Astro City was published?

Currently consuming: a lovely Alana/Margot fan fic written for me for Fandom Trumps Hate. I'll link after I finish it.

Currently craving: Yatsuhashi. Please someone introduce yatsuhashi broady to the United States. My country remains tragically ignorant of what we are missing!

Tagging @saathi1013!

[bisexualpirateheart]

It’s Tom Hardy’s bday??! AND he’s in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy?!? You are just dropping knowledge today friend! Will you rec your favorite fics that you have written that feature a character played by T Hardy to celebrate his bday?

It IS! He’s forty-three today and look how beautiful. :D  I have loved him for over a decade now and he continues to delight me. 

Oh wow, let me think:

Put Your Hands On Me - Alfie Solomons/Tommy Shelby 

A Dubious Romance - Alfie Solomons/Tommy Shelby

Don’t Sleep in the Subway, Darling - Arthur/Eames

Bite That Tattoo On Your Shoulder - Arthur/Eames

Imagine Me and You - I Do - Arthur/Eames 

What You Do For King And Country - Ricki Tarr/Peter Guillam 

I haven’t written as much fic for his characters as I would like. I have a Rocknrolla fic in the vaguest of works and I always want to write more Arthur/Eames and Alfie/Tommy (I have of these that’s a WIP as well.) 

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you’re having a lovely day! <3

[crimsonheart01]

Dear Crimson,

May I please, if you wouldst allow it, request a Christmas fic? I humbly ask for one with regards to Jaskier and number 9, either with or without a romantic interest (whether you want to write a reader or OC, up to you)?

Yours in friendship and Guy Ritchie bonding,

Jane

Dearest Janey, 

In case you missed it, our favourite Bard made his appearance last night. 

Yours humbly in still holding out for a RockNRolla Sequel, 

Crimson

[mi6-cafe]

We’re still blown away by the enthusiasm the fandom’s shown for our miniBang (it’s now 26 fics and 26 pieces of art!!). And so to thank everyone who signed up, we’ve decided to rec their work in these posts and also to help you to get to know them better. You see, besides old favourites, we’ve also got quite a few newcomers!  (See all the spotlight posts here.) 

We know that we’ve advertised the miniBang as “one last event before the movie” and now the premier’s moved to November, but the Bond fandom has no time to sigh!

We’ll keep writing and arting and supporting our writers and artists with many reblogs and comments!

Now, give it up for:

BiancaIcaras

Links: AO3  @biancaicaras​ on Tumblr

What are your top three dream Bond-film destinations for a holiday?

London, Hong Kong, Mexico City (are you noticing a theme? ;P )

Do you have a favourite Bond film? 

Several? Living Daylights for the Dutch baddie, Moonraker for Jaws and Skyfall for The Bench Scene

What’s your Bond OTP/OT3? What’s your favourite rare pair?

James/Q. I just found the tag for M and her husband which I will be reading right after this. 

Choose your favourite child (fic, artwork). Tell us about it. (OK, you can pick 2. But that’s it!)

My one fic that's more that 400 words about Kingsman and RockNRolla (film): Family ain’t who you’re born with. It’s who you die for. 

and this one (Prompt: Sparks) about the magic of trains. I like trains a LOT. 

I’m writing a fic for the minibang. 

I’m writing for prompt: It’s a secret. You’ll have to wait and see.

@stormofsharpthings is my partner. (And I love them all!)

Ask your partner: “If you were an ice cream flavour what flavour would you be and why?” What was their answer?

Didn't ask, will do!

[tommyplum]

hello there, lovely tag.

we are john & maggie, and this is our tom hardy appreciation blog!

what we do:

answer asks about tom hardy characters

write ficlets about tom hardy characters

make fashion posts for tom hardy characters

post pictures and gifs of tom hardy, also his characters

shriek incoherently about tom hardy, as well as his characters

various other content, largely peaky blinders, the terror, and boyd holbrook

we do not do:

imagines

tom hardy character x reader

real person fic (no moral judgement there, we just don’t)

welcome and please ask away!

about us: john is english and subsists almost entirely on tom hardy and fashion, two great tastes that unfortunately do not converge very often. maggie is canadian and was inculcated into tom hardy adoration entirely due to john; can also be found on her personal, bossymarmalade.

masterlist

visuals

sky mobile gifs prince’s trust, 2013 gifs cbeebies gifs (1), (2) the take, 2009 gifs interview for the revenant, 2015 gifs (1) taboo, 2017- gifs (1), (2), (3), (4), (5) peaky blinders gifs (1) rocknrolla (1)

venom: deleted taxi scene

. . . fashion: eames running errands with yusuf in mombasa eddie on a date with symbiote and anne fight night, modern!alfie solomons style eames on a night out with saito for .... modern alfie feeling sexy

. . . art comparison: pain and galliori, tommy hands and flameng, alfie divinity and marin, alfie portraiture and singer sargent, alfie pandora and jules joseph, ada

. . . graphics: lithomancy and aeration, tolfie the serpent was subtil, tolfie both good with mint, tolfie strong bone box, alfie the duel/the company, tolfie lethe, tolfie the only halo there is, tommy you cannot kill me, alfie

. . . miscellaney: birthday art for maggie from her sister glockgal  how will you spend christmas vacation? affirmation plate (tommy)

written

. . . [ peaky blinders ]

arbiter of many things, daylight among them  |  AO3 -  the morning routine in camden town

pbeebies: book one, lollypop syrup  |  AO3 -  mr. solomons reads the children a story

sugar feeds yeast  |  AO3 -  tommy and alfie negotiate starch and come away sweet (tolfie)

the king’s shilling  |  AO3 -  tatiana has things to teach tommy, if he’ll learn

crumb coat  |  AO3 -  sometimes a sweet tooth just won’t be denied (modern tolfie)

the midlands  |  AO3 -  no sense letting a perfectly good hotel room go to waste. (tolfie)

i am but dust and ashes (the world was created for me)  |  AO3 -  taboo au, where tommy is alfie’s half-sibling (tolfie)

mind the upholstery  |  AO3 - tommy can be very particular. not overly perceptive, though (tolfie)

**meme writing the devil never eats salt - amateur occultists au stop before i begin - dystopian bonded-for-life au tied my lead and pulled my chain - western/deadwood au 

**for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness’ series aka the liquorverse (modern tolfie) - the liquorverse memes and scenes - tommy’s mixtape

tis the saison  |  AO3 -  holiday office parties are a necessary chore eggplant peach question mark  |  AO3 -  some days require sexting or your best approximation thereof margarita’s no good without salt  |  AO3 - alfie and tommy skive off work early to get down to business

transcripts: the gospel of alfie solomons & the ballad of tommy shelby

these fucking rhyming couplets made flesh (musings) we at tommyplum are not team grace / addendum  (grace shelby meta) . . . [ inception ] mine i’ll leave to chance | AO3 - yusuf/eames in mombasa  the time before that and the other time after  |  AO3 - yusuf/eames but what do you remember

. . . [ venom ] you’re burning yearning | AO3 - eddie brock/symbiote/anne weying symbiotic conversations (symbrock chat posts)

non-tom hardy content

. . . boyd holbrook: on ‘camp confessions with shannon coffey’ in the shadow of the moon interview on ‘the gate’ gifs el pais fashion shoot gifs two/one gifs (1)

. . . our rp characters-related ephemera: hardy & holbrook, fanart, b&w, hatfields & bondurants

. . . music: ten songs for ... (ten-song themed playlists)

fanwork recommendations

14 november 2019 29 november 2019 14 december 2019 29 december 2019 14 january 2020 23 february 2020

. . .

[iamnmbr3]

6, 8, 24? 👀

6) sexual/romantic orientation?

that flirting scene in RocknRolla.

8) favorite fanfic trope?

oh god that’s a hard question! it depends so much on the fandom, and the fic in question.

i feel like i’m usually weak for hurt/comfort thought. and some good old fashioned enemies to lovers slow-burn. 

24) what makes you blush?

Very little little these days thanks to the blue hellsite and the internet in general. 

[iwasnttrainedforthis]

Fandom: Kingsman (Movies), RocknRolla (2008)

Rating: M

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Archy (RocknRolla)/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin

Additional Tags: Organized Crime, Undercover, Honey Trap

Summary: Archy and Johnny are up to no good. Eggsy goes undercover to investigate.

[gattinidiguerra]

Inceptiversary Watch Party — Rocknrolla

Are you a real Rocknrolla? Do you want to be? Come join me for the Inceptiversary Watch Party of Rocknrolla on Sunday July 28th at 4 PM EDT or join Sophie at 4 AM EDT. We'll be chatting on either the Inception Slack or the Discord, depending on where the crowd turns up. If you need an invite feel free to message me here on Tumblr or find me on Twitter @War_Kittens.

Rocknrolla is one of Guy Ritchie's most fun films. It stars Tom Hardy, Idris Elba, Gerard Butler, Thandie Newton, and Mark Strong. Can't make my watch party at 4 PM EDT? Sophie is hosting one at 4 AM EDT! It's a first time watch for her, so it will be a blast.

It's going to be sausage and beans all day, mates!

At my 4 PM EDT watch I'll have trivia about the film that I'll share throughout, along with a bunch of Rocknrolla fic recs afterwards. It's going to be an absolute blast, so I hope you can make it!

The best part? You'll get to know and love Tom Hardy as Handsome Bob, who is an incredible character. There's a ton of great fic out there, and even Inception crossovers.

Overall for a heist film it is low on the gory / bloody violence. I've included Media Sense's ratings for the film below.