TONY KRAY !

Rolf didn’t spend a great deal of time alone - not anymore. But there were times he didn’t mind some time to think. Of course, it was an odd choice to do so surrounded by people, he thought, smiling to himself. He heard Tony’s voice - a little louder than his usual tone - before he saw him, but promptly reorientated his stance to be facing him. “As a renowned - I say with humility- world traveller, I can say with certainty it is worthy of its world famous reputation.” Rolf had been hoping to check in with Tony if he could find the time, though not wanting to take the man away from his loved ones. Though he might not have known him particularly well in any other life, they had a great deal in common. Not just the Order. Rolf gestured behind him, his eyes softening as he watched the children run wild, “Your family? I see why you’ve spoken so fondly about them.”  

Tony lets out a light laugh at the others words ‘‘ you flatter me, you flatter me. ’’ Of course, Tony knows the pub is excellent. But when they bought it, it was a shit hole; they had invested a lot of time and money into the place. Tony needed it to be the best pub in Hackney; he needed that title. ‘‘ Uh, yeah, those are my two over there - ’’ he points out the two Kray kids amongst the group now sitting cross-legged under the bar ‘‘, and by the window over there is my wife, Giovanna. A real stunner, ain't she? ’’ he's awestruck for a moment, as he so often is, by just the sight of her. He has to watch her for a moment, watch the way her nose crinkles when she laughs, the way her kindness SHINES out of her face, the way her hair falls so perfectly on her shoulder. FUCK, he needs to stop or the guilt will start building again. He turns back to Rolf ‘‘ let me get you a drink on the house, what do you want? ’’

The Aurors came late last night. He identified the body an hour later. Was given a glass of water. A pat on the back. A look of empathy, maybe. They had asked him if his parent had any known enemies, to which Jimmy had responded with an, “Are you seriously asking me that?”, because most people Mundungus had known, could be considered his enemy. He’d commented something about the fucking Death Eaters, and after that, it had all been a blur. Eventually, he’d come home, left the lights off, and smoked a joint. Then, he’d smoked another. And then, he’d fallen into some kind of semblance of sleep. 

Now, he was splayed on the sofa. It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected Mundungus to die at a certain point – in all truth, he was surprised he’d made it this far – but this had been murder. It made him go cold. There was music playing on his stereo, that he hardly registered, but it was noise. There was a bottle standing on the floor next to the sofa, whiskey drained from it without the use of a glass. Jimmy was staring at the ceiling. He had been for quite some time. Was this supposed to be the denial part? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure he felt anything at all. And then, a knock. A familiar voice. He took a moment to get up, as if his muscles were frozen, as if he’d forgotten how to move. Waving his wand, he temporarily broke some of his wards, then opened his door. “Tony,” he mumbled. Usually a man of many words, he now had very little. “Heya. You heard?” 

‘‘ yeah, I heard. ’’ Tony says as he looks Jimmy over. he looks like shit. ‘‘ I’m fuckin’ sorry, man. ’’ he’s never been great with these sorts of situations. He cares deeply, but he’s not always gentle with the way he expresses his love. he’s rough around the edges, brash, sometimes flat out rude. He pats the other on the back slightly awkwardly. He reckons Jimmy would rather skip the forced softness, rather Tony talk to him like normal rather than like he’s some sort of broken being. ‘‘ get your shit together, you’re staying at ours for a bit. ’’ it’s not a offer, it’s a statement. ‘‘ Giovanna’s orders. ’’ 

Eyes turn to Giovanna, no words need to be said, they both know what they need to do. Tony kisses her on the cheek, hands her the gun and she hands him his wand before he apparates away, landing less than gracefully outside Jimmy’s place. He knocks twice, not bothering to wait before calling out ‘‘ Oi, Neutron, it’s me, open the door, will you? ’’

DATE: ????

The pub is BUSY this evening, but with a large screen on the back wall playing the NAPOLI vs CHELSEA game, it’s hardly surprising. As always, there’s an ODD mix of people. MEMBERS OF THE FAMILIES GANG, local dealers, tourists who have stopped in for a drink, people he grew up with, both muggle and wixen, children running rampant in BLUE football shirts while shoving walkers crisps in their mouths. HE LIKES THE CHAOS THOUGH, especially because he’s not tending bar this evening. Instead Tony’s sitting at a table with Millie on his lap, sporting his old NAPOLI football shirt (He does support both teams, but when they’re going up against each other G insists he support Italy), finishing up a pint as his childhood friend next to him yells profanities at the screen. ‘‘ I’m gonna get another drink, ’’ Tony says with a grin as half time is called, putting the toddler down and watching as she instantly heads for Freddie, the boisterous four year old who Tony notes is currently downing a coke as quickly as humanly possible before Giovanna can take it away. that’s my boy. As he reaches the bar he’s pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face sitting at one of the stools ‘‘ 'ello, mate! ’’ its easy, the voice of someone three pints down. ‘‘ what are you doin’ ‘ere? let me guess, you just ‘ad to check out the world famous Kray family pub, am i right? ’’

jimmy and tony.

where – grimmauld place. who – @tcnykrcy​

Being in the Order with Tony kind of sets everything on its head that Tony knows about their dynamic. When they’re with the crew, they look to Nik. When they’re at Tony’s, they look at his wife. Here, they look at a plethora of people whose names are familiar enough, sure, but it’s different. The pair are sat in one of the sitting rooms of Grimmauld place, Jimmy pulling at a loose thread of the sofa he’s sitting on. Nervous habit, one of many.

“Ye know what I always wonder when I’m here? How many rooms does a house need?” He looks up to Tony. “I mean, right now it’s bloody convenient, but this was a place people, like, lived in. Was it made for a cult, y’reckon?” His words are empty, and he vaguely remembers the battle, memories flashing through his mind. Somewhere, there’s a hint of pride. Mostly, there’s nervousness, a feeling of luck. The fact that he got out of there, no harm done to him besides some minor damages … it feels like a miracle, in truth. “Anyway, T. Wish you’d been there.” He doesn’t specify what there is, assuming that Tony tracks his train of thought. “We could’ve used you.”

Sometimes Tony couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he DIDN’T BELONG IN THE ORDER. Not with this history of violence that ran right back to his childhood. He had always justified his family's actions by telling himself that some people deserved to be hurt. they deserved to lose things, they deserved to SUFFER. and sure, his father had certainly come across people who did deserve those things, but as men of god, Tony sometimes felt himself questioning if it was really his job to seek justice in such a manner, or if it was something that should be left to the father. he felt the same in the order, in the crew, in his father's business. Maybe he should just listen to Giovanna and leave the two very illegal and often dangerous groups he is a part of, maybe he should leave the Order, let those with more experience, more anger, seek vengeance. maybe he should listen to his wife, give it all up, move to a vineyard in Italy with her and the kids, get them out of this godforsaken city, let them attend the wizarding school out there. BUT, he thinks, WHO WILL SEEK A FAIRER WORLD FOR THEM, IF NOT THEIR FATHER? These thoughts run through his head now, as he watches Jimmy closely, wondering if he also has doubts about the paths they have chosen.

‘‘ the black family basically are the cult, ’’ he says only half-joking, a bad attempt to lighten the mood, to cut the tension that hangs in the air following the events of the battle. the battle he didn’t attend. a feeling of guilt creeps up his spine and settles at the back of his neck, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat. ‘‘ you know we almos’ went to that damn carnival? almos’ took Mills and Fred as well. On the mornin’, G said she ‘ad a bad feeling in ‘er gut and wouldn’ let us go. I was fucking fumin’, ’’ he pauses to pull out a packet of cigarettes, ‘‘ I’m glad you got out okay. Don’ get me wrong, you’re a pain in the fuckin’ ass but we still would’ve missed you. ’’

He’s really trying to keep his cool here, his shirt pressed tightly against the open wound, trying to stop the flow, but it just won’t fucking STOP. ‘‘ fuckin’ hell, Neutron, you know you didn’t have to get yourself near killed to get my attention. ’’ he says in a desperate attempt to ease the growing tension, to push away the reality that THIS COULD BE IT, THIS COULD BE IT IF HE DOESN’T GET A GRIP ON THE BLEEDING. ‘‘ you absolute fuckin’ tosser. just wait till G hears about this, she’ll have both our heads. ’’ don’t cry, Tony, don’t cry, keep it together, he needs you to keep it together. ‘‘ just hang on a little longer, ok? Hang on. ’’

{ cis man, he/him } ❝ gangster life was intoxicating and irresistible. It’s difficult to describe the feeling. It’s that jungle culture, the lion syndrome, the Tarzan tag; the invincibility, the lure of living on the edge. ❞ huh, who’s DAVEED DIGGS? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually ANTONIO ‘TONY’ KRAY. he is a 38 year old MUGGLE BORN wizard who is A BANK ROBBER. he is known for being CRUDE, ARROGANT, DESTRUCTIVE, ARGUMENTATIVE, and DECEITFUL but also ASSERTIVE, DETERMINED, RELIABLE, DYNAMIC, and PROTECTIVE, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song JUST BE GOOD TO GREEN BY PROFESSOR GREEN and A PINT AT 3 IN THE AFTERNOON ON A WEDNESDAY; ATTENDING CONFESSION BEFORE A KILL; SUNDAYS RESERVED FOR FAMILY; THE ABILITY TO DISAPPEAR WITH A TRACE; ATTENDING YOUR KIDS DANCE RECITALS WITH BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS FROM THE LAST JOB. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER, so be sure to keep an eye on him.