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Dependence - Chapter 7 - lempiate - Legend (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

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Hey, I love your writing for Teddy and Ronnie, I hope all is well, I'm just wondering if/when the next update for Dependence will be cause I love it too much to let go!! :)

Thank you so much!!

The good news is it hasn't been abandoned! I am just going through a lot of health troubles/require surgeries, and I haven't been able to write!!

I hope to get back to it very soon. Take care, anon ❤️

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“I hope this email finds you well”

First of all the only emails that ever find me well are from AO3

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Dependence - Chapter 6 - lempiate - Legend (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

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“Bloody hell, is that Tony Wilkins?” Teddy listens to their catching up with only one ear, because Reg is still focusing on him, and this time when their eyes meet, he doesn’t look away frightened as usual.   

He hopes he looks as rosy as he feels, as Reg’s eyes travel down his face. As soon as they land on his lips, Teddy takes a step towards him, coming closer than necessary.  

“You look nice.” Reggie watches him sound out the words, mirrors Teddy’s slow smile before he scoffs.   

“You look...” He looks away towards Ron, clears his throat as a flush develops across his wonderful high cheek bones.  

Teddy giggles, realising it’s just dawned on Reg what exactly they were doing in the alley. “What, Reg?”  

“Bit scruffy if I’m honest.” It’s fair, Teddy hasn’t looked in a mirror since yesterday after all. Fingers come up to his collar and straighten it out - almost absentmindedly – triggering desire in him all over again. Groomed by Reggie Kray, in public . “Left Ronnie to get on the lash, did ya?” Unfortunately, Reg takes his hand back.  

Teddy’s brows come together at the implication, “He been missing me?”  

“Well, seems like you made up just fine.” The look turned on him is extremely pointed. Teddy laughs and Reggie enjoys the sight.

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This has been a PSA.

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I‘m late for the fandom and Ronnie would probably punch him for being this affectionate in public

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I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

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if i post a fic and get no kudos or comments in the first fifteen minutes i’m a failure and should never write again. but the moment i get 1 comment i’m the next stephen king

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Exerpt:

“Don’t they need you for pictures?” Teddy asks. Ron stops next to him, not leaning against the stone as Ron doesn’t slouch, but it’s close.  

“Not yet. You alright?” He looks good, really good. All the torment usually present completely wiped from his face. Weddings suit him, it appears; Ron needs to be around people, needs the energy and atmosphere to guide his own mood. Teddy takes his fill of the rare sight, eyes dancing that triangle they love so much, lingering a little too long on his plush lips each time.  

“’Course I am.” He replies, smiling kindly.  

“You ran outta there.”  

“Not one for God, s’all. Need a fucking drink.” Ron hums, scrutinises Teddy for lies.  

“I was thinking...” Ron’s head bows, eyes going down to his shoes. “Back there, in the church. If I could do that... Do it legal. It’d be with you.” Teddy freezes, fag halfway to his mouth. Slowly, Ron tilts his head back up, eyes finding Teddy’s again, “Yeah.”  

Where Teddy’s mouth had been open, one side pulls into a smirk, “You’d... marry me?”  

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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

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Commenters are the real MVPs

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Dependence - Chapter 4 - lempiate - Legend (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

Exerpt:

“Ron wants ya.”  

“He say what for?” He’s slurring he notes, embarrassingly.  

“Not a word.” Billy doesn’t seem horrified, from what Teddy can tell through his current kaleidoscope vision, and so perhaps he really doesn’t know.  

“Ok. Let’s go.” He struggles to stand, almost face-planting the table until a hand grasps tightly around his arm and holds him upright, helping as he side-steps the table and moves towards the exit.  

“You alright, kid? Summit happen?” Teddy doesn’t mind Billy, he keeps to himself mostly and he’s only ever seen him do driving gigs for the Firm. He’s not really in his right mind but he can’t see the harm in telling him. He leans in close to slur,  

“I killed someone.” Billy tuts, bringing Teddy’s arm up and over his head to drape across his shoulders so he can carry him like a wounded fucking soldier to the car.  

“The first one’s difficult.” Teddy scoffs, unkindly. It’s absolutely not the first time.

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Dependence - Chapter 3 - lempiate - Legend (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

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The boy’s face changes then, becomes softer, eyes glistening. Ron wonders if he’s looking right back at the boy with the same mushy feelings. He hardens his grip and thinks back to the first time at the caravan, all those years ago, when Teddy loomed menacingly above him, hands ‘round Ron’s throat and he had thought that he might die.

Had thought that he would let the boy kill him, end all his suffering then. Instead, he had dragged him back into living.

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Dependence - Chapter 2 - lempiate - Legend (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

Exerpt:

“Why are we here today?” Asks Doris. She is a small and serious woman.

“There are... spirits. That speak to me. But, I don’t always understand them.” Doris nods to him understandingly and places her hands either side of her, palm down, on the table. She then looks to the centre, where a black cloth covers something large. Breathing deeply, she closes her eyes and whispers,

“I can feel them. You have questions prepared?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we will begin.” She opens her eyes. “You must do as I say, when I say it. We cannot disrespect these beings. The consequences will be severe.”