I just loved how Tom Hardy portrayed the twin gangsters in the movie 'Legend'. Or should that be, I just love Tom Hardy. But either way, I hope that you enjoy.

Ronnie and Reggie Kray. What could you say about Ronnie and Reggie Kray that hadn't already been said? Well one thing, was (Y/n).

(Y/n) had grown up on the same East End streets as the twins. She had experienced the same hard times as the boys. But the two men had always joked that there was something different about the girl next door. That she was a cut above the rest. And that was why they had always referred to her as "The Lady".

(Y/n)'s mother Margaret, and the twin's mother, Violet, had been friends for years. So (Y/n) had always looked to Violet like an aunt, resulting in (Y/n) being closer to the boys than anyone else. And in more ways than one.

From the moment (Y/n) had begun to develop into a woman, she had caught Reggie's, and even Ronnie's eyes. The boys always vying for the attention of the quite exquisite creature that lived next door. The beautiful young woman the only real thing that the twins would ever really fight about.

(Y/n) always had a way with coping with the extremes of the twins, especially Ron's. And as the two had risen to power, the Kray boys had liked having their lady around. Reg knowing, that if (Y/n) was present, it could always be guaranteed that Ron would take his medication and be a lot easier to deal with. Resulting in her being the one that all the boys would look to, if ever Ron seemed to be diverting off the straight and narrow. If ever his condition seemed to be getting out of hand. The Lady a respite for all from the chaos that usually surrounded the twins wherever they went.

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Ronnie and Reggie sat in the back of the Jag. The cars behind theirs, filled with the rest of the gang. They were on their way for tea with their mother. A sort of ritual for them all. Yet today was a little more important than others. Today was their Lady's birthday. Today their parent's home would be decorated. This the only time of the year, other than Christmas, that the twin's father, Charles, would get out his ladder and put up the decorations. The house filled with laughter and music, as the family celebrated as a whole. The boys expecting that (Y/n) would have already been at their parent's little terrace house for hours, helping their mother bake cakes and make sandwiches for the hoard of hungry men that would soon descend on them.

"Do you think she'll like it?" Ron suddenly asked, not even turning his attention from the streets of the Eastend that currently flew by the car window.

"This is (Y/n) we are talking about. When has she ever not loved a gift that you gave her?" Reg replied. Not needing any further explanation to know what his brother was talking about.

"She even liked that ring you got her from the fair when we were ten. The one that always turned her finger green. When her mum threw it away, she cried for days." Reg added, reminding his twin that their lady hadn't smiled again, until Ron had dug through the rubbish and found it for her. The little girl placing the ring on a chain so that she would never lose it again.

"Yeah. I suppose ya right." Ron agreed. A smile that he kept only for (Y/n), creeping onto his face as he recalled how she had hugged him when he had found the small piece of jewellery and placed it in the palm of her hand.

Reg had always been surprised by how much his twin seemed to care for (Y/n). Ron's proclivities were well known to Reg and the rest of the crew, but Reg knew that Ron loved (Y/n) as much as he did. Sure, that he would take her to his bed, as quickly as any of the other men around her. Reg had to admit, that in a strange way, he had always been a little jealous of how well Ron and (Y/n) seemed to get along. Their Lady, one of the only people that Ron would turn to for comfort and support.

"But do ya think she'll really like it............?"

"Ron! Will ya stop. You've been asking this for a week. (Y/n) will love it. Now fa tha love of God, Frank, get us ta tha house." Reg interrupted. The dark haired young man in the driver's seat nodding, before putting his foot down on the accelerator.

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"(Y/n)! Do you need any help?" Violet called up the stairs, as she and Charlie waited for the birthday girl to appear.

"No, I'm alright thank you, Aunt Vi. I'm just coming." A beautiful voice replied. The old couple smiling, as they saw (Y/n) appear at the top of the stairs in all her glory.

"Well? What do you think? It's so beautiful, isn't it?" (Y/n) asked, as she made her way down the stairs. Twirling around so that Violet and Charlie could get a good look at the new dress that Reg had bought her for the occasion.

"Reg took me to the West End. We had a wonderful day. And then we walked right into the fashion house. I couldn't believe it. He is so sweet. I know that it must have cost him a fortune. But he wouldn't tell me. All he would say was that I would be the only girl in the East End to have a genuine Coco Chanel dress." (Y/n) explained happily, as she brushed off the form fitting dress.

"Oh, aren't you a sight to behold? Our Reggie always did have good taste, and I doubt that anyone would look better in it." Violet cooed, as she took (Y/n)'s arm and led her back into the living room. The old woman looking at the clock on the mantel piece and realising that her boys would soon arrive.

In truth, Violet had always hoped that one of her boys would marry the girl from next door. The Kray matriarch seeing (Y/n), as being the perfect wife for either of her sons. Yet so far, she had been denied the joys of a wedding. And even more, she had been denied the joys of the patter of tiny feet. But today would be different. Today Violet was sure that, after seeing (Y/n) in her beautiful new dress. One of them, either of them, would have to say something to her. Either that, or Violet herself would have to say something.

"Now, lets hide you in the kitchen. Then when the boys are all here, we can get you to make your grand entrance." Violet said, as she ushered (Y/n) into the kitchen. Closing the door so that not one of the boys, that had just pulled up in the cars outside, would get to see the beautiful birthday girl before she wanted them to.

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Frank got out of the car and made his way to the back. Opening the rear doors to let the twins out. Reg sure that he had never been more delighted to see his mother's house in his life. Ron insisting on continuing to talk about whether (Y/n) would like her gift. The oldest of the two twins, quickly making his way to the door and pushing his way into the home. A small smile pulling at his lips, as he saw the decorated front room, the waiting piles of food, and his mother. The only thing missing, was (Y/n).

"So? Where is she?" Reg asked, as he kissed his mother. The other men piling into the house, all wanting to be fed and to see the Lady.

"(Y/n)!" Violet called out. A subtle smile pulling at her lips, as (Y/n) opened the kitchen door. The old woman not failing to notice the looks in her son's eyes, as (Y/n) finally appeared.

"Hello Reggie. Hello Ronnie."