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Ron Kray fanfic?!

It can be with a girl, boy, Whoever! Personally I'm leaning toward doing a Ron x man because every fanfic I read of Ron is always with a Woman, Who knows though?! Maybe Ron with a man and a woman at the same time, Maybe Ron and Reg with a girl or a random boy with Ron and the girl! Im rambling now but I'm excited about this! Comment what you think I should do!

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The Board Meeting - a modern!verse short

‘--So wha’ d’yah fink’a this’n then?’

Reggie Kray flicked a Polaroid picture of an aspiring new hire across the billiard table he and his brother Ronnie were holding court at. It was just the two of them, a little pile of Polaroids, a wide chalk board which Ron was using to plot out the pluses and minuses about the persons pictured in said Polaroids, and a pot of tea that made up this meeting of theirs; a seemingly informal affair which held very formal significance for anyone wanting to get In on The Firm.

This was where the magic happened. This Board Meeting - chucklingly dubbed by Reg because chalk board - was where all new recruits began.

Without looking at the picture, Ron plucked it from where it’d fallen and wiped the board clean of the etchings that’d elaborated on the previous applicant. That one had fallen into the No pile. This one? They’d soon see. Dusty rag tucked back into the nearest hole on the billiard table, Kray the Younger retrieved his favoured bit of writing chalk from his pocket, sat this next potential hire’s picture at the centre of the board and slid his glasses down his nose so he could ponder the look of him critically. From the slowly forming scowl Reggie guessed a-

‘Nah?’

Ron’s expression pinched. He tilted the picture in the light. ‘Ow’d y’know ‘im?’

‘Ee’s one’a Albie’s pick-ups in th’nick’ Reg explained, watching as his brother put chalk to board. A neat 0 appeared near the board’s edge, the chalk tapped twice beside it as Ron considered the shape’s placement in relation to the picture. Quite what was running through his mind Reg wasn’t sure, but he’d learned to decode enough of Ron’s writings during these meets to clock that 0’s needed balancing out with 1′s if they were to get anywhere. Distance from the picture also seemed a negative thing in Reg’s experience. Indeed their last candidate had ended up with a lovely frame of 0′s and 1′s before being promptly tossed in the bin. A sip of tea preempted Ron’s next query.

‘Wha’s ‘ee been in for?’ Again, he tilted the picture. ‘Looks like a realtah- One’a them or a bankah.’

‘Jodrell, aye? Reg snuffled.

‘Nah’ Ron said. ‘Lit’ral. Fucked ‘ee get tha’ suit from? M ’n S?’

‘Everyone’s gotta start somewhere, aye?’

Another 0 was scratched onto the board. ‘Somewhere ain’t ‘ere’ Ron snipped.

He had a point there. ‘- I’s Rap-sheet’s armed robbery. Pled guilty. Sob story-’

‘Ohh’ Ron griped, forcing his voice into a higher pitch. ‘Onest guv I was only doin’ it t’feed me fahmlee. Me girlfriend left me ‘n I was ‘avin’ a rough’n so I jus’ f’ort I’d take me crowbar ‘n-’ That higher pitch died into a growl. ‘Turn ovvah some poor ol’ fella’s cornah shop; f’reaten ‘is Mrs, maybe kill ‘is pets-’

0, 0, 0 circled the picture.

Reg, listening to his brother snarl away, fondly shook his head. Ron was nothing if not a judge of character. ‘All tha’ off a picture ov a twat in a cheap suit, mate?’ he mused across his tea cup. ‘Might’a told yah ‘ee’d been organised abaht it; tha’ it’d been a bank job ‘ee’d done-’

‘Nah y’wouldn’t’ Ron cut in, swiping the picture into the No pile and wiping off the board for the next prospective hire’s go. ‘Y’d ‘av opened wiv tha’ if it was ‘is background. Y’sell th’ones y’want t’me ‘ard. Them y’don’t like yer silent ovvah.’ An appraising look across the billiard table; black eyes meeting black. ‘I c’n read you like a book son.’

Reg’s crooked smirk was as fond as that shake of the head had been. ‘Too fuckin’ right y’can mate. Too fuckin’ right. Now-’ He plucked the next picture from the Maybe pile as Ron poured himself a cuppa out the teapot. ‘This’n I do like th’sahnd ov. Met ‘im meself--’

It’d be 8pm before the twins wrapped up their meeting; the chalk board cleaned off and hung up neatly; the Polaroids shredded, then burned.

#a bit of fanfiction based on -->#The Kray Twins #modern!verse #Ron Kray #Reg Kray

Reggie (Left) & Ronnie (Right)

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New fic up! This is my first Legend (2015) fic, and it's Ron x Teddy. It's set after the fight between Ron and Reg, with Teddy helping to mend Ron's broken nose.

I hope you like it ❤️ Likes, kudos, comments, and reblogs are always welcomed!!!