#ron kray drabble

[pandoras-princess]

Turn Back In Time (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

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A/N: Hellooo my lovelies! 🌸 Long time no speak I know. I’ve had a rough few months and stepped back from writing for a while. Buuut I’m back. I started writing this months ago and it somehow turned into 5k long and no where near the end so I’ve decided to split it into two parts. It’s an AU world in which Ronnie never went to prison and has instead been married to you for 5 years. I’ve been watching both Legend and The Krays (kemp brothers version) and the depiction/story of Frances really struck me, so I’ve decided to centre this fic around her and the impact the Kray’s had on her. I’ve kept some parts of the original plot from the movies, although following a different timeline, as I feel they’re key to Frances’ story but I’ve put a little twist on them. Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 As always I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: Everyone has something to say about the Kray’s, but only you know the full story...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood

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“Serving as keeper of the Kray’s was an impossible feat. An impossible feat that always came as second nature to me. It wasn’t until Frances came along that I realised just how hard it really was.

She was a kind soul. As delicate as a dandelion swaying in the wind. A kind soul, but a troubled one nonetheless.

So often would the darkness take her. Wrapping her up in conflicted thoughts and shattered dreams. Reg didn’t make it any easier, dressing her up like a doll and parading her around for all the world to see. As soon as he slid that ring on her finger, she stopped being Frances Shea and became Reggie Kray’s wife...”

“Is that so?”

“Course it’s so. Sure as the day is long, that girl couldn’t handle being part of the Kray’s. It weren’t her fault mind, you had to be bloody barmy to put up with those two.”

“Are you calling yourself barmy, Mrs Kray?”

“Course I am. We’re all barmy really, till some man in a white coat says different. My dear Ronnie, God rest his soul, never suffered a dull moment that’s for sure. Another part of the Kray life Frances couldn’t handle. If you married Reg, you married Ron right along with him. Drove her mad it did, not that Reggie ever noticed. That’s what did it in the end, I think. Reggie never noticed...”

[Many years before]

“That’s it dear sit down, sit down. Ron get her that little stool- that’s the one. There you go, now you put your feet up and we’ll sort out the tea.”

You do as you’re told and rest your aching feet on the footstool provided, sinking back into the cushiony chair as everyone fusses over you. You’re now into your 20th week of pregnancy and every opportunity to put your feet up and relax is shamelessly exploited. It hasn’t exactly been plain sailing so far, but the time spent at home surrounded by the ones you love make up for it all.

Ron stands behind the chair, on guard for anyone that dare to touch you. Given the complications with the pregnancy Ronnie’s protectiveness had reached it’s peak or rather what you hoped was it’s peak. Despite your wilful protests it was now akin to signing a death warrant for anyone to get within a foot of you.

“Ronnie sit down! You’re putting me on edge!” you hiss.

Reluctantly he perches himself on the edge of the sofa, sticking his bottom lip out like a sulking child.

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to Violet carrying in the tea and for the first time you notice the petite young woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her hair is pruned to perfection and her clothes are as dainty as a dress up doll. With her big brown eyes and high cheek bones she is undeniably beautiful... but she is definitely new.

“Who’s this then?” You ask no one in particular. You’re quite surprised the two of you hadn’t been introduced yet.

“Oh, I’m Frances-”

“She’s with me.” Reggie cuts in and snakes an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. She smiles sheepishly in response and tucks a non existent strand of hair behind her ear. You don’t miss the look of disapproval from Violet.

“Well then... nice to meet you.” You offer her a polite smile and decide to stop asking questions.

After an hour or so you’re feeling much more tired than you would’ve liked. One look at your face tells Ron the same thing and he is soon helping you into your coat and saying his goodbyes. It’s a short ride back to the flat but you can barely keep your eyes open, settling for resting your head on the cool windowpane as Ronnie’s hand finds your thigh.

The next thing you know he’s waking you up and helping you out. Once inside you waste no time and head straight to bed, clambering in as Ronnie makes you both tea. By the time he brings it up you’re snoring softly into the pillows. So, with a shrug of his shoulders, he strips down to his boxers and climbs in next to you. His arm settles around your ever-growing bump as your sleeping form curls into his side. Stroking it absentmindedly, a smile spreads across his lips. Images of your daughter-to-be dance through his mind, whirling and dipping perfectly in sync.

Would she have your hair? Wild curls the colour of burnt oranges and fallen leaves of autumn. Or would she have his? Smooth and silky... but boring old chocolate brown. Would hazel eyes come through? Or would she defy all odds with irises the colour of the deep blue sea? The excitement is intoxicating and the possibilities endless as they go bouncing about his head.

You were carrying a girl, he was sure of it. Everyone else says as much and he’d be lying if he said that isn’t exactly what he’s hoping for.

The comfort of your embrace wraps itself around him like a warm fluffy blanket and he is quickly lulled off to sleep.

You spend most of the next few weeks like that. You in bed, Ron joining you in between meetings and nights at the club. Soon enough though there are more good days than bad and you often find yourself strong enough to relax at Violet’s while the boys go about their business.

Today Ronnie had vowed to stay firmly by your side, supposedly irked by the ‘funny look in your eye and pale skin’ as he so elegantly put it. You sit nestled between him and Violet at the kitchen table while Frances busies herself with making the tea.

“This is so kind of you” Violet gushes. “A real treat, isn’t it?”

“Mm lovely yeah.”

You notice the complexion of the hot liquid as soon as she starts pouring it and wince for what’s surely coming next.

“Oh. No, no, Frances no, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. You go and sit with Mr Kray and I’ll sort it out.” Violet’s tone is dripping in disappointment and her face says it all...

Frances would never be good enough for her little Reggie.

She rushes off into the front room and hides herself away on the chair, oblivious to Mr Kray’s presence. Your heart went out to her; it’s not easy making your way into the Kray family. 

“She can’t even make a decent cup of tea!”

“Yeah, poor Reggie, ay? It was a good effort.” Ronnie snipes, quite obviously loud enough for Frances to hear.

“Ron!” Your palm connects with his bicep and his lips part in protest but the murderous glare overtaking your features stops him dead in his tracks. “Don’t be so rude!”

“Go easy on him Y/N, he’s only stating the obvious...”

“She looks like a budgie in that dress, don’t she?” Ronnie chooses to ignore the daggers you’re shooting at him, clearly egged on by his mother’s reassurance.

“The rag-and-bone man wouldn’t pick her up if she was laying in the gutter!” Violet chuckles.

“No... oh well, Poor Reggie. I shall, um, I shall flush that.”

The mockery proves too much and Frances leaves without saying another word, the slam of the front door casting a stunned silence over the room. Staring at the now empty seat, you can’t say you blame her. Ron’s tongue was razor sharp to the untrained ear and could slice open the toughest of souls in no time at all. Violet’s could be far worse, the apple having fallen none too far from that particular tree. 

Rumour has it she ran all the way home that day, rushing down the roads and stopping for no one on her way. You can’t say how true that rumour is, but more often than not the feet take on what the heart finds too much to bear.

The weeks roll by and before you know it you’ve passed 7 months. With only a couple of months left until the baby arrives, it should be a joyous time for you all. But disaster had struck, as it so often did in the chaotic gangland of the East End. Reggie’d been collared for an old warrant, the judge denied his appeal and he was to spend the last 6 months of it behind bars. He was ordered to surrender the next morning.

What should’ve been happy days quickly became solemn and with Reggie gone it was clear Frances was never going to be accepted into the family.

Spending so much time lounging in the cushiony chair you’ve laid claim to and walking the streets aimlessly for a scrap of relief as the baby makes a boxing ring out of your womb means you pick up on the things that go unmentioned by everyone else.

Frances is not happy. In fact, she’s miserable and in no way enthusiastic for the life she’d unknowingly signed up for. Reggie’s constant absence is taking its toll on the fragile woman and you aren’t sure how much more her shoulders can carry. In the months that have passed since your introduction she’s like a whole new person, in the worst way possible.

One evening you’re nestled beneath a number of blankets, engrossed in the copy of Moby Dick you’ve read a thousand times before when Ronnie comes home. He pours himself a whiskey and settles into the seat beside you bringing your legs to rest on his lap.

“Guess who I bumped into today?” He asks, completely disregarding the item already occupying your attention.

“Who?” 

“Good old Frances.” 

“Oh! How is she...?” 

“I don’t actually know. I shouldn’t think too well though. You see I told her- and before you say anything it’s fucking true -I told her that she’s turned into a ghost, right before our eyes. Now don’t give me that look love because with the right kind of lighting I’d be able to see through her clearer than a butchers window.” 

“You did not say that to her?!”

“I absolutely fucking did. Somebody had to tell her and it wasn’t very well going to be you or Reggie now was it.” 

“You can’t go around saying things like that to people, they don’t tend to like it very much.”

“Princess, I don’t give a fuck what other people like. Not a single fuck in the world.”

“Don’t you think she’s sad enough already Ron? She doesn’t need you rubbing salt into the wound.”

“What I think about that right, is that Frances is so sad she doesn’t actually know what sad feels like anymore.”

While you’re not a fan of Ronnie’s way of going about things, you find it hard to disagree with him on that one.

That night laying awake in bed it isn’t the baby keeping you from sleep. Images of Frances flash through your mind and as you nibble away at your bottom lip they show no signs of stopping. With an exasperated sigh you roll yourself out of bed, the shift in weight proving more than enough to wake your sleeping husband.

“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t sleep. Help me with this please.”

Moving behind you he takes hold of the dressing gown you’re battling with and untangles it. Within seconds he’s holding it out for you.

Mumbling a quick ‘bastard’ you slide your arms into it and secure the belt around you. Ronnie chuckles, amused by your childlike frustration and draws you into his arms. His large hands settle over yours on your bump and he begins swaying the two of you from side to side.

“What’s up love? What is bothering you?”

“Frances.”

The swaying stops and he spins you around to face him, confusion etched onto his features.

“Frances? Has she done something? Or said something? I won’t be having that. It’s not on. Not on at all. You are a pregnant woman- my pregnant woman -I won’t be having her do anything untoward-”

“Ron stop. Stop- stop it’s okay.” Spluttering through your giggles you attempt to shut him up long enough to explain. “She hasn’t done anything to me. I’m just worried about her.”

“Worried about her? We’re all worried about her. It’s not any of our business.”

“Reggie loves her and that makes it our business. You said yourself she’s turning into a ghost. How can I sit back and watch? Just watch her fade away into the background without doing anything at all?”

“That’s easy love, you don’t watch her.”

“Ron!” You groan. “Be serious.”

“Look Y/N, you’re weeks away from giving birth, Reggie’s inside and I’m losing my fucking mind. You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about her worries n’all. Focus on you and the baby and let Reggie worry about the sanity of his woman, yeah?”

“Reggie isn’t here to worry about her and I can’t very well ignore it and do nothing Ron. It’s not right!”

“What do you suppose we do about it then love? Invite her to move in? Tell you what she can share the cot with the baby how about that.”

“Oh stop it. I don’t know what, I haven’t gotten that far yet. I do know that I’m going to do something, before it’s too late to do anything at all...”

Your plans to save the day are very quickly derailed when it becomes apparent Frances isn’t the only one lost without Reggie around. Ron is completely distraught without his twin by his side and his grip on reality loosens that bit more with every day that passes. You’re sure he’s stopped taking his medication. Heavily pregnant, you don’t have the energy to run around after him so you manage his moods as best you can when you’re with him and pray to the high heaven’s for anyone unlucky enough to cross his path when you aren’t.

Those prayers weren’t to be answered.

A few days later you’re dozing in bed when three sharp knocks shake you from your sleep. As you slowly make your way to the door the three sharp knocks sound again.

“Alright alright keep your hair on I’m coming!”

Cranky and half asleep, you fail to hide how much of an unpleasant surprise it is to find Lesley Payne on the doorstep.

“Ronnie’s not here.” You quip, hoping to end the conversation before it had even started.

“I know Ronnie’s not here. I’ve come to speak to you.” His voice is a mixture of anger and panic, his suit entirely disheveled. Tufts of hair stick up on his head suggesting he’d spent quite a lot of time pulling at it.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?”

His eyes dart around the surrounding houses and scattered neighbours along the street. “Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

Growing increasingly agitated by his elusive behaviour you grit your teeth and fold your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think so. What do you want? Ronnie would have your head on a stick if he knew you were here. I’m half tempted to tell him.” 

“I’m here to tell you your husband has lost the fucking plot love. He wants me to take money out of the casino to fund some fucking pipe dream in Africa. I had him in my office today shouting the odds and throwing his weight around. Not only that he’s scaring away every customer half worth serving at the barn. I came here to warn you. He is dangerous. Put him on a tight leash and sharpish before he does damage that can’t be undone.”

Not giving you the chance to reply Payne mutters a quick goodbye and scurries off down the street. His body is hunched over his briefcase, which is held tight against his chest.

‘He’s obviously scared of something.’

You have no doubt that something is indeed Ronnie...

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Belated Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Monday

Prompt From This List

Ronnie Kray (with voyeur Teddy Smith)

Ronnie looks down on you. 

“Let’s see how many times I can make you cum.” He growls. He rucks up your skirt and draws down your panties. You look up at him and tremble in anticipation. You don’t doubt Ronnie Kray is good at what he is going to do to you. He’ll likely not be gentle, but you don’t expect him to be.

“Do your worst.” You whisper. Ronnie nods. “I will.” He mumbles. 

He bends down licking his lips. “Fuck.” He growls. He attaches his mouth to your left nipple. His hand grabs your thigh, parting your legs with a bit of force. He is not beating around the bush, that is for sure.  You cry out when his thumb brushes your clit. Ronnie nods slowly. “That is right.” He murmurs. He pushes two fingers into you, without any further ado. You moan and throw your head in your neck. 

He fucks you on his fingers, without much control. It is obvious he does not bed down with women often. But you enjoy it regardless. He is working you exactly the way you need to get there quickly. All your muscles tense against his fingers. “F-fuck.” You moan. “Yes, that is right, cum for me.” Ronnie growls. That is your undoing. You cum all over his fingers. “Good girl.” Ron grunts. 

“Now, for the next one.” He unzips his fly and fishes his cock from his trousers. You whimper softly. You know exactly where he’s gona put that huge thing. You open your legs wider, to accommodate his massive frame. “Do it.” You hiss.

#Ronnie Kray #Tom Hardy #Ronnie Kray x Reader #Legend (2015) #smut under the cut

[ronmanmob]

Garden.

Words for a Headcanon/Drabble

‘POOL!!!’ One word. One word and a flurry of near-black curls was all the warning Ron got of the departure from his immediate company of his youngest son Jim. They’d had a long day house hunting. This one here in Hever, Kent, was the last on today’s list. And bless their hearts his children, all four of them, had been angels through the lot of it -- even when the car broke down and the chap from the AA nearly earned a kicking for flirting with Mrs Kray - Ron’s Monica of course, not Reggie’s Frances. 

This final offering, Ron felt, was verging on perfect. It was a stone walled manor house, set back a good hundred yards off the road. Its perimeter was walled, its garden massive, rolling, dotted with oak trees and dappled shade. And. Perhaps most importantly...

‘POOL!! There’s a POOL!!!’

Jim’s gleeful crowing ended in a resounding SPLASH - the still very much clothed young man disappearing into the water with as much ease as he ever did. Lad was half fish, Ron would swear, but before he could even suggest moving to retrieve him Olivia was moving off in hot pursuit.

‘I’ve got him dad!’ she called back, trotting after her baby brother as her siblings and parents looked on. Fondly, Ron shook his head at the display. Then, he turned back to the estate agent. 

‘Giv us th’tour then’ he said firmly, wanting the odd look the man was giving his littlest to disappear YESTERDAY. Suitably jolted from his glaring, the agent obliged. Half an hour later, Jim cacklingly retrieved, the family decided on their forever home.

#hislittledxll #modern!verse #<- with Monica #//for you dear friend <3

[hardyimagines]

Brutus

Drabble!!

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The bell above the creaky door jingled noisily, alerting the gangsters in the room of the sudden entrance. The door was ajar, hanging in that position for whoever had entered, despite the sign evidently reading the word ‘closed’, was hovering in place.

Every man in the room straightened, attempting to look just a little more sharp beneath your sudden appearance. You were stood with ankle high socks on and a pair of boots to match. The socks peered over the rim of the shoe, adding a little color to your outfit. Up and along your calves, their eyes slid, before briefly ogling the skirt you wore — shorter than most women wore them but the world was inevitably changing and you didn’t dress based on what was approved by society, you dressed based on what you liked. Reggie narrowed his eyes toward your blouse, ogling the fine material. It was tucked away in the waistband of your skirt, three buttons at the top, and the neckline dipped south in the slightest. When the men reached your face, they were stuck staring rudely. Your hair was curled in little ringlets, messy from the merciless wind which whipped about angrily outside. The smile on your lips was kind and the look in your eye expectant. Everyone decided at the same time that you were not where you were suppose to be.

Reggie looked to Albie, sharing a momentary look with him before he leaned against the counter and lifted his cigarette to his lips. Albie nodded shortly before crossing the room to tend to you.

“Hello, dove. I think you’re in the wrong place.” His voice was kind — much kinder than any of the other men’s so that why was Reggie had volunteered him to escort you out.

“I was sent here..” You informed him softly. Your fingers curled just a little tighter around the door handle, stroking it lazily before you stepped further into the room so that the door could swing shut, blocking the cold air from entering anymore.

Albie’s brows twitched, lips pursing and brain racking itself to try and think of who in their right mind would send you this way. “I think you may have misunderstood them.” He lifted his hand to his face and brushed his fingers along his cheek slowly. “What are you looking for?”

Your eyes roamed the length of the room briefly, shying away only slightly beneath all of the gazes that remained locked on you.

“It’s not what.. but who..” You looked back toward Albie. “I was told this certain person worked here.” You whispered. “or stayed here or something.” Albie watched the way you fidgeted. It must’ve taken a lot of courage to come and find whoever it was you were seeking. “I’m looking for Ron Kray.”

Reggie. Reggie was the one that every man in the room had assumed you were looking for — but why then hadn’t you said anything to him. He was stood, visibly, off to your right, tucked away behind the counter, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were low, latched on the receipts that bordered the counter but when you said his brother’s name, he looked toward you in confusion. As did every other man.

No woman had ever come to find, visit, or speak to Ron, so Reggie was immediately on guard. He placed his hand on the counter, ready to do some inquiries, but his brother beat him to it.

Ron was sat in the booth in the corner, eyes low as he rummaged through the box on the table. He rested in a cloud of smoke, oblivious to your intrusion and truthfully careless. Your voice was pleasing to his ears, but still he made no movement to look toward you — not until you’d said his name. He peered over the rim of his glasses, lines marking the length of his forehead as he scanned your unfamiliar face. He narrowed his eyes alongside his brother before standing to reveal himself. Your eyes instantly moved to him, lips vanishing as you pulled them in and bit them. You smiled shyly toward the bloke in the corner, hidden by the mass of men.

“Bunch of fucking nonsense.” He uttered toward the mess on the table which was beginning to agitate him. He closed the lid of the box in front of him before waving his hand toward the boys perched at his side, ushering for them to get out of his way so that he could climb out from behind the table and move toward you. “Yeah?” He lifted his fingers to the rim of his glasses, adjusting the frame as it sat on the bridge of his nose. “What is it?” He didn’t stop in his approach until he was stood by the bar, in front of his brother. He clearly didn’t recognize you, you decided, so your initial plan to come in here and thank him for helping you out felt silly to do now. Nevertheless, you’d worked up a lot of courage to come here and do what you planned to do, so you swallowed down the nerves that built in your tummy and wiggled up your throat.

Reggie was just as alert as Ron. He watched your every movement. Just because you looked sweet and innocent, didn’t mean you were. You could pull a gun or even a knife and target his brother before either of them knew what was happening — so as you moved toward his brother, he made sure to watch every little twitch of your fingers. Nobody in the room could’ve guessed what was happening. Not a single man in the room, leaning against tabletops and walls, smoking, drinking, and studying you. Not Reggie. Not Albie. Not even Ron. The heels of your boots clicked softly against the floor, silencing when you came to a stop directly in front of him.

His eyes dropped south, settling on your own as he towered above you significantly. His brown hair was slicked back in a similar fashion to his brother’s. His lips were parted, heavy breaths escaping the small space as he watched you. He feared the same as his brother. You’d been sent by the Richardson’s. You were the perfect distraction. Ron was fixated on you. Unable to look away. You were beginning to look oddly familiar to him but he couldn’t pinpoint where he knew you from.

You lifted yourself up on to your tiptoes and before any man in the room could register what was happening, you cupped Ron’s cheeks in your small palms and drew him toward you for a very soft kiss. Reggie’s eyes widened, doubling in size as he watched the scene play out. He distanced just a little, straightening behind the counter as he watched your fingers trace his brother’s cheeks as they made their way toward the back of his hair.

Albie had never seen Ron kiss a girl. Nor had Reggie. So this scene was completely new to them. Teddy was stiff in his seat, rubbing his teeth together as he plotted multiple ways to hurt you. But he remained still, hands locking together on top of the table as he fiddled lazily with them.

Ron was unmoving beneath your lips, confused. His hands had subconsciously lifted, ready to move to your hips and draw you in just a little closer, but instead, they hovered in place, twitching because he really had no idea what was going on. He wasn’t exactly kissing you back, but he couldn’t help the way his mouth responded now and then to your own very gentle one.

Your small fingers curled in the back of his hair, holding him in place. You didn’t care who watched, what they thought, or how confused everyone was. Ron had done you the biggest favor in the entire world a few days ago and it didn’t matter to you if he didn’t remember it. The want to show him how grateful you were, because he’d rescued your dumb dog, was strong. You let out a very soft hum before beginning to pull back, but it was when your hands fell to his shoulders that he finally began to kiss you. You were stunned by the action, a bit taken aback, but you let it play out, neither of you focused on the surrounding men who watched.

Reggie looked to Albie before tonguing his cheek and folding his arms. “Alright, mate.” He leaned forward and pat his brother’s shoulder. “Alright, alright,” Ron growled out lightly. The bloke broke away from your lips reluctantly before staring down at you with the same confused expression he’d been wearing prior to the kiss.

“You don’t remember me.” You said softly, shyly. Your hands wrapped around one another, clasping securely together as you shifted in front of him. “But you.. helped me significantly the other day and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” You tried to keep your voice quiet so that the conversation was private. “I wanted to thank you properly and I suppose.. this was the best way i could think of.” The little giggle that accompanied your explanation made Ron straighten. He didn’t like how ticklish he felt. His heart was thumping just a little quicker from how admirable your actions were and how cute you were being. He looked away.

It was rush hour. The streets were packed full of honking cars and speeding drivers. Ron was headed down the crowded sidewalk with his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his trousers. His eyes were glued to the pavement, glasses sliding centimeter by centimeter down the bridge of his nose the longer that he walked. He’d wait until it had hit halfway before he’d knock them back up and into their rightful place. Ron came to a stop at the busy intersection where he needed to cross. His deep, seemingly dark and mean gaze lifted to the street across from him at the sound of shouting.

“Grab him!” You bellowed pleadingly to anyone who would listen. “Brutus!” You cried out when the pup continued to run far ahead of you. His leash was dragging against the ground, ears flopping and tongue hanging out of his mouth as he happily raced along the street freely. Your eyes were growing watery as the worry flooded your stomach. This stupid dog meant everything to you and you wouldn’t be able to bare it if anything ever happened to him. All the passerby’s took steps back, avoiding the big mutt, despite your pleas for someone to help you out. He was a pit bull. Nobody was going to touch him.

Ron stepped forward, narrowing his eyes toward the scene. He could see your distressed face as you ran as fast as you could. His eyes drifted to the dog and then the cars that raced by unknowingly. He stepped forward, brows drawing together in concern before he looked to the left and then the right. He was much smarter than a dog was, so with an intense amount of focus, he crossed the road, weaving through the speeding vehicles. People blew their horns and shouted out the window at him, wondering why he was being so foolish, but they didn’t see the animal that was inevitably going to be hit. Ron made it to the sidewalk with just a sliver of a second. He grasped the leash with just enough time and hauled the pup back.

“Easy boy. Sit.” He ground out before squatting down. Forcing the pup to sit on the sidewalk, he wrapped the leash around his hand before looking toward you. The appreciation that radiated off of you made him puff his chest out.

“Oh my god... Brutus,” You panted out before coming to an abrupt halt in front of the man. Your chest heaved and your heavy breaths made Ron have to strain his ears to hear you clearly. “I.. I’m.. thank you so much.” You whimpered out before taking the rope from him when he handed it over to you. Ron nodded once toward you with a flicker of a smile before he looked down at the dog.

“Big dog, yeah, be careful. It’s you who he’ll be dragging out into the street.” His hand moved to your shoulder briefly before he brushed past you. “Have a good day.” His voice was deep, husky, and low. You clutched on to your pup desperately before slowly taking a small step back and away from the street. Watching your savior go, you led your dog back down the length of the sidewalk and toward your home.

You’d spend the remainder of the day asking surrounding people if they recognized the man. It took no time at all before someone told you that that was none other than Ron Kray. A very dangerous man, they’d warned. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.. he’d been awfully kind in helping you out.

“The lass with the dog.” He murmured out before squinting. “I remember you, yeah, and your hard-headed mutt.” He looked toward Reggie. “Reg, this is the owner of the dog I was tellin’ you about the other day. Right, fucking thing nearly killed himself breaking free from her and running toward the road.” Ron rubbed his lips together savoring the warmth and taste of your lips on his own. He cleared his throat quietly, ogling his brother.

A wave of realization washed over Reggie and it was then that he looked toward you. He let out a soft hum before nodding his head and looking back toward his brother. What a hero. Perfect timing was what Reggie had to say about that. He shook his head at the now amusing situation before shrinking back to give the pair of you just a little bit of space.

“Well, thanks to you.. he’s doing just fine. You.. basically risked your life to save his, crossing the street when it was busy like that.” You lifted your hand to your hair before brushing the strands away from your eyes and shrinking back momentarily. “I was wondering if.. um.. youre not too busy, maybe you’d want to go for dinner sometime?”

This was how people met wasn’t it? The lonely gentleman on the corner of the street assisting the struggling girl with the dog twice her size. That was a setup for some sort of relationship. You sent him a small smile, one that told him you completely understood if he didn’t want to go. Every man in the room was sure the twin would turn you down. He had a preference for boys — and you, most certainly, were not a boy.

“I..” It was silent before he lifted his hand to his jaw and scratched the length of it. “yeah, alright.” He didn’t really want to say no, which he found instantly odd. He’d never met a girl he was interested in, but one that was brave enough to saunter into a room full of men and kiss him as a way of saying thank you, he didn’t exactly want to pass this up. You were awfully attractive, you had a very sweet voice, a kind smile, and he figured there was no loss in going on a date.

The light that lit up in your eyes made him forcefully bite back his smile. You looked so happy. He was baffled by how something so small as a date could make your day as it seemingly did, but he didn’t question it. Nor was he complaining. You bit your lips before shrinking back and away from him, further and further until your back had hit the door.

“Tonight?” Your head tipped to the side. “Your club?” Your eyes drifted to Reggie, soft smile passing over your lips. “Your club.” The twins shared a look and then an almost invisible smile before Ron nodded in the slightest. “Right, then, I’ll see you tonight.” He chewed his cheek before turning on his heel and retreating back over to the counter. The bell sounded, signaling your retreat.

“Mate. Ask her where she’s coming from. You don’t want her walking all the way to the club on her own.” Reggie frowned before pointing toward the door.

Ron looked toward his brother before cocking a slow brow. He let out a low grumble of stupidity because he was actually quite, unknowingly, careless when it came to certain things. He turned on his heel before rushing toward the exit. The door opened swiftly and he stepped out with a hurried call for you to stop.

“Oi.” You hadn’t made it far. “Let me.. pick you up tonight, yeah, it’ll be too late for you to be out so late, you know, on your own.” You, having turned around when his deep voice filled the air, studied him, small hands resting on your hips.

A little nod of understanding was passed his way before you pointed to the tall buildings across the street. “I stay here.” A little grin stained your lips. It wasn’t far at all from the club, but he’d be there nevertheless. “And my name’s Y/n.” You told him quietly, eyes gliding between his own as he studied you.

“Right then. Y/n.” He tested it. “I’ll see you at 8?” His tongue traced his lips before he reached for the door behind him. Lugging it open, he hovered in the door, watching intently as you waved goodbye before climbing the steep stairs up to the apartments. He waited until you’d gone inside before he moved back into the tall building and looked toward Reggie. The men shared a lingering look before Ron made his way back toward the booth in the corner, smile staining the corners of his lips.

He had a date.

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Ronnie’s World (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

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A/N: Hello my lovelies! 🌸🌸 I hope you are all well. I’m not too sure where this came from, but I’m very happy it’s here. My first time writing a proper one shot for Ronnie, it was inspired by the drabble I posted a while ago 😊 obviously an AU world where Ronnie isn’t solely interested in men and in terms of that if any phrases I’ve used in relation to Ronnie cause any offence please let me know and I will be more than happy to find an alternative that works, but I don’t know anything if you guys don’t let me know, so please always feel comfortable enough to just drop me a message 😊😊 the last thing I want to do is upset anyone. So with that said, I give you this one shot, maybe a part two if you want it?? Idk status pending on that one 🧐 Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 as ever I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: In Ronnie’s harsh world there’s no time for love and feelings and all that nonsense. No, Ronald Kray was a heartless man, interested only in chasing the infinite highs of life. That is, until he meets you...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (it is a kray one shot after all)

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Ronnie Kray’s world was a unique one, to say the least. Draped in sex, drugs and all things gangster, it was hardly what one would call normal.

But the world worked for Ron, and Ron worked for his world.

The moment he saw you, that world tilted on it’s axis. The movement was so slight it could’ve gone unnoticed. The insatiable desire to claim you as his own, however, was not so easily ignored.

It was a drizzly Friday night and the club was at it’s peak. Packed from wall to wall with happy go lucky couples, the live entertainment was going down a storm.

Ron was enjoying a whiskey, puffing away on his signature cigar when he noticed a sodden young woman enter the club. Drenched ringlets clung to your face and your chubby cheeks were as red as your velvet coat, but he couldn’t drag his gaze away. He’d certainly never seen you in the club before, and as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen you in the surrounding area either.

You push through the crowded bar to lean over and whisper something in the bartender’s ear, who then calls Reggie over and introduces you. A growl rumbles through Ron’s chest as Reggie embraces you in a hug and leaves a kiss on the back of your hand.

It was no secret that Ronnie was of a different persuasion to his brother, so he couldn’t fathom where these feelings were coming from. He couldn’t fathom why it made his skin crawl and teeth itch to watch Reggie flirt with you. He’d never been this attracted to anyone, much less a woman. But as his eyes drink you in, you’re the only person left in the world he has any interest in.

The hand creeping up his thigh brings him crashing back into reality and he roughly pushes it away. “I am not interested.”

“C’mon Ron, you’re always interested” Teddy purrs.

“Not anymore.” Standing up, he makes his way over to the spot you were occupying at the bar.

“Hello there.”

“Alright Ron” Reggie nods towards his brother, a smirk plastered across his face at the apparent infatuation written all over Ronnie’s. “This is the new singer, she’s on in a bit.”

You whip around, spraying his face with fine droplets of water in the process. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Er right, nice to meet you. Are you from around here?” Ron sips his whiskey, his posture awkward and stiff as he shoves his free hand in his pocket. It’d been a long time since he’d had to impress anyone. And never anyone as beautiful as you.

“No but close, Hackney actually.”

“Mm very close indeed.”

An awkward silence sweeps through the air and you smile politely at him, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, break a leg.”

He raises his glass to you before stalking back to the table, grumbling to himself along the way.

‘You’re a fucking idiot Ronald a fucking idiot! Should’ve asked the pretty lady out when you had a chance, probably thinks you’re a fucking weirdo now...’

Half an hour later you were up on stage. You’d traded your damp coat for a red gown that hugged your body in ways he could only envy, and the room falls silent as you begin to sing.

“Tell me that it’s true, tell me you agree... I was meant for you, you were meant for me...

Dearly beloved, how clearly I see... somewhere in heaven you were fashioned for me...”

By the time you’d finished, Ron was in complete awe. If he thought your beauty was breathtaking, the voice that came from you knocked the remaining air right out of his lungs.

This time he made his way over to you smiling and relaxed, back to his usual cocky self. Hearing you sing had given him the confidence he so desperately needed and nothing, absolutely nothing could stand in his way of getting you.

“Like my very own angel! Here have a drink.” He hands you a fresh glass of champagne as his eyes rake over your body.

You were a good few inches shorter than him despite your heels, and as you smile up at him through your lashes, Ron’s heart stops beating. Just for a second.

“Thank you.”

After a few more glasses and many more compliments, you agree to let him take you out to dinner.

The rest, they say, is history.

6 months later you and Ron are leaving the church hand in hand as your closest friends and family shower you in rose petals. You weren’t quite sure how you had found your soulmate buried within the psychotic gangster, but you didn’t need to know. All you needed to know was that he loved you more than life itself, and the feeling was very much mutual.

6 months after that you and Ron are driving round to Vi’s for your weekly visit. You had finally managed to grab Ronnie by the ear and drag him with you and the man had complained nonstop since.

“What am I meant to talk about anyway?” He grumbles, glancing out of the window as he drives at a snails pace down the cobbled roads.

“She’s your mother you should know what to talk about.”

“See that don’t answer my question now does it?” He turns to you, and the innocent look of despair almost makes you giggle.

“Normal things, you talk about normal things Ron.” You plant a quick kiss on his lips and he begins to list all of the normal things he can think of.

“The weather...”

“That’s always a good’un.”

“Er, the future weather. They’ve got all those predictions now don’t they?”

“How about you start with how you’ve been?”

“Because you said normal things love, and I am not normal.”

As he pulls to a stop outside of Vi’s, he’d come up with 6 topics of conversation appropriate for the visit. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his mother, he always wanted to see his mum. It was just that over the last 6 months Ron had become so accustomed to your way of translating the ‘normal’ things he found so hard to understand, that he didn’t actually know how to speak with other respectable adults. He dealt solely with you, Reggie and gangster’s, and only one of those relationships required him to be sane about things. So spending an afternoon on his best behaviour, participating in common conversation with a woman he most certainly could not disrespect, was fucking terrifying.

Your reassuring squeeze of his hand calms his nerves, and he tries to relax. It was his mother and his wife after all, what could go wrong?

“Y/N, Ronnie, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in!” The small woman pulls you both into a hug before ushering you inside. They both take a seat at the breakfast table as you set about making the tea.

“Lovely cup of tea, darling.”

A smug smile tugs at your lips as you drink the compliment in. A good cup of tea was the ultimate seal of approval when it came to Violet Kray.

“Thank you, mum.”

After a few minutes of tea sipping and mundane chit chat, Ronnie had reached his limit. Excusing himself from the table he disappears upstairs to join Reggie.

Once he was out of earshot, Violet turns to you. “So, when were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That I’m going to be a grandmother!” She sings, clasping her hands around yours.

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.”

“I know the look of a pregnant woman when I see one love, you’ve got the glow. I’d say around 8 weeks.”

Time grinds to a halt as you count back the dates in your head, realising you were indeed a month late. Your boobs constantly ached and within the past few days there were few foods lucky enough to remain in your stomach, but you didn’t think too much of it at the time. Just a bug, you thought.

With all the newlywed bliss you’d not noticed the missing period, something you were now cursing yourself for. A wave of nausea washes over you as the image of Ron’s face twisted in anger flashes across your mind. Dashing to the loo, your lunch comes back up as quickly as it had gone down.

Sagging against the wall, you will your racing heart to steady itself. How you’d been so careless you’d never know. Ron would be furious. A baby hardly fit into his gangster world plans.

Knock. Knock.

“Y/N are you okay?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Y/N...?” Ron’s worried voice replaces Violet’s but you still couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“Y/N, open the door...” His tone changes and if you knew your husband, you had about 30 seconds to open it before he opened it for you.

Dragging yourself to your feet you do as he says, and one look at your face tells him something isn’t right.

“Y/N what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Before you know it his strong arms are around your waist spinning you in the air, a smug grin plastered on his face.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” You watch the smile spread to his eyes, both twinkling with excitement, as you nod your head.

“Oi Reg, guess what?”

“What?” Reggie’s head pops over the banister.

“We’re having a baby! She’s pregnant!”

“That’s great news Ron! Great news. About time n’all.” He makes his way downstairs with the rest of the gang in tow, and Violet barely gives him the time to hug you both before thrusting a glass of champagne in his hand to celebrate.

Soon time comes for you to leave and tears threaten to spill over as Violet congratulates you again, Ronnie fighting to prise you from her grip before bundling you into the car. The stress of panicking and excitement over the news was far too much for your unstable hormones to bear and you spend the whole journey home blubbering into Ron’s suit jacket as he tries his best not to laugh.

You were adorable, and he couldn’t wait until there was a mini you running about the place.

Unfortunately pregnancy was not kind to you, most of it spent in and out of the hospital. This only served to elevate Ronnie’s worry to levels he’d not thought possible and by the time your baby girl had arrived, his protection was a force to be reckoned with. 

The tiny bundle of joy was everything he’d dreamt she’d be, born with a full head of ginger curls and eyes the colour of storms at sea. Ronnie swore if you stared into them long enough, you’d see the cloudy skies swirling around her inky irises.

She was nothing short of perfect, and Ronnie couldn’t imagine loving anything more than he loved her. Apart from you, of course. 

You stand in her hand painted nursery, cradling your daughter to your chest as she gently suckles away. 

“From this valley they say you are going... we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile...” 

Ronnie follows the voice he’d fallen so hopelessly in love with - the voice that had calmed his sufferings countless nights before - and stands quietly in the doorway so he can enjoy the private performance. 

“For you take with you all of the sunshine... that has brightened our pathway for a while... 

Then come sit by my side if you love me... do not hasten to bid me adieu...

Just remember the red, river valley and the cowboy who has loved you so true...”

He moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing the pair of you into his chest. Luna gurgles in satisfaction and her big blue eyes find her father’s as her little eyelids start to droop. Ronnie rocks you both from side to side, stopping only to plant a kiss on your temple and within seconds she’s sound asleep in your arms. You place her in her cot before turning around to face him.

“Hey” you whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping newborn.

“Hey.”

“We should probably get out of here.”

“Yes we probably should” he chuckles, leading you out of the nursery.

You collapse onto your bed, arms high above your head as a long sigh escapes you.

“Your daughter is so exhausting!”

“My daughter yeah?”

“Yes, when she’s loud and grizzly and hungrier than a cattle farmer, she’s your daughter. When she’s cute and smiley and adorable, she’s my daughter, okay?”

“Alright then whatever you say yeah.” Ronnie holds his hands up in surrender, not daring to argue with his exhausted wife.

You feel the bed dip beside you as his large hand rests on your thigh. “How about we get some sleep love, how about that?”

You grin sleepily, tired eyes peering up at him. “Sounds perfect.”

You quickly undress and climb into bed, your heavy limbs sinking into the soft mattress as you snuggle into Ron’s side. Within seconds your breathing slows, and the rise and fall of your chest evens out as you fall into a deep slumber.

‘Like mother, like daughter’ he thinks to himself as he focuses on the steady beating of your heart against his own, your warm breath fanning his bare chest. He soon falls into his own dreamland utopia.

Yes, meeting you had spun his world entirely on it’s head. Emotionless sex was replaced with raging passion and marriage vows, drugs were replaced with cups of tea and breastmilk. Gangster’s were replaced with... well, there’s only so much you can change about a Kray.

But, Ron had to admit, this world worked for him too.

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[pandoras-princess]

Ray of Sunshine on a Cloudy Day (Ronnie Kray Drabble)

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A/N: Hello lovelies! 🌸 just a random and completely self indulgent Ronnie Kray drabble I wrote from an old challenge. The prompt was ‘baby’ and it has to be 100 words exactly. Happy Reading Peoples! 🥳

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Pregnancy had been unkind to you, with most of it spent in and out of hospital. This only served to elevate Ronnie’s worry to levels he’d not thought possible. By the time your baby had arrived, Ronnie’s protection was a force to be reckoned with. The tiny bundle was everything he’d dreamt she’d be...

A mop of wild ginger curls; two doe eyes stormier than any sea.

10 tiny fingers, 10 tiny toes; a perfectly formed button-nose.

She gurgles, she cries; her smiles brighten his darkest skies.

She is Ronnie’s very own sunshine ray.

She is Isabella Violet Kray.

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Sunday

Prompt From This List

Ronnie Kray

Nervously you drop your pale white dress. Your heart is beating in your throat. You know your new husband's reputation better then you know him. They say he is crazy. They also say he does not even like women.

“Don’t worry, I would never touch you.” Ronnie says. You turn to look at him. So he does only fancy men? "Sh-should I leave?" You stammer. "If that is what you want." Ron's voice is much gentler than what you expected. Maybe he is not all that crazy. "What do you want?" You ask softly. Ronnie snorts loudly. "Not some docile compliant little wife." He growls. You send him an offended and slightly resentful look. It is not like you were the one making this match. Ronnie shakes his head. "You don't want to know what I want." He says. "Yes I do, I am your wife." You argue. Ronnie chuckles hoarsely. "It is just a formality." He says. You flush and huff. That makes him chuckle.

"Would you like more?" Ron asks. You barely dare look at him. What is this sudden shift? "You know, if you can convince Teddy to come to our hotel, we might yet have some fun." Ronnie rumbles. That makes your fluster deepen. This man is suggesting a threesome at your wedding night. Holy Shit!

#Tom Hardy #Ronnie Kray (legend) #Legend (2012) #arranged marriage au

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Tom Hardy Masterlist

Daily Sweetheart Drabbles [Saturday] [Friday] [Sunday] [Monday] [Thursday] [Wednesday] [Monday] [Saturday] [Thursday] [Tuesday] [Sunday] [Friday] 

Smutty Prompts [Max Rockatansky] [Ronnie Kray]

Fluffy Prompts [Ronnie Kray] [Ronnie Kray] [Ronnie Kray]

Kink Prompts [Eddie Brock] [Ronnie Kray] [Ronnie Kray] [Ronnie Kray] [Alfie Solomons]

Misc Prompts [Ronnie Kray]

Dad Hot

First Kiss [Alfie Solomons] [Ronnie Kray] [Reggie Kray] [Tom Hardy]

First Morning After [Tom]

Having Sex With Eddie Brock

No Safeword [I]

Dream a Little Dream of Me (Robert x Eames) Eames getting the Heck Edged out of him (Robert x Eames) Sweet Dreams are Made of This (Robert x Eames)

Wrapping it up in Lace (Teddy x Ronald) Ron Claiming Teddy [Requested Teddy x Ron Fluff]

Pegging Tom Hardy

Some Symbrock BS

#Tom Hardy #Master List

[ronmanmob]

Vices! (drabble)

Words for a Headcanon/Drabble

Snap’a fingers. Roll’a dice. Playin’ cards to th’croupier. Music playin’. Blood thrummin’. Nip’a coke for th’road? Why not. Why not. That. That was vice to Ron Kray. It was gambling til the wee hours, drink by the gallon, whatever the kind. It was drugs of the upper classes - more A than A-list, but that’s just what he liked and who he didn’t. Man never could stand Celebrities. Graspin’ vultures, them, he found. That or so up their own arses their breath smelt rotten with it. No time for that aspect of his fame, had Ron. 

But the Class A...That he could enjoy. 

Only in specific company though. Like all of his life, Ron kept his dabblings with vice of that nature and others - for who didn’t enjoy the beautifully consenting as being consentingly beautiful, even if that consent had a price tag attached - far and away from his day-to day. Those things were for Ron the Gangster, not Ron the Pub Owner, same as they were for Reg the Gangster, not Reg the Husband. And because’a this, this double-life-leading, Ron’s days could be long as all get out. Full day at the pub and then, shirt change, shoes change, jacket on, aftershave and out--

Out to the West End.

To the white powder sniffed; sugar lips bitten; scandal sown. 

Destruction...It waited. Patient like scorned Frances Kray with her scowls and endless sadness, it waited on Ron like she did on Reggie and when it got him - when 100mph round the M25 ended off a verge near a flyover - it nearly got him for keepers. How he and his man of the minute - his Ted then, not now - survived it they chalked up to God and some good fucking luck. They walked away, car totalled and Ronnie...Ronnie decided then that life was much better lived without the powder and the rest. At least then he’d be around to enjoy its more sedate plod.

#a-kitten-with-claws #tw: drug use #tw: prostitution mention #modern!verse #main!verse #👓Headcanon

[ronmanmob]

Couch

Words for a Drabble Meme

‘--Daddy?’

A whisper was all that word came out as; little Olivia Kray knowing better than to jolt her papa Ron awake from a nap. She knew too how precious sleep was to him - how hard it ran to escape him sometimes - but today- Today wasn’t a hard up for sleep day. Today he’d conked out under a copy of Churchill’s My Early Life, and had been stirring into wakefulness before she’d reached out so-

So the eye that opened to give or take half mast when Ron heard her was simply sleepy - not shocked or otherwise put out at being roused. Small hands reached out slowly; paused before they could touch him. And that voice again, soft like a breeze--

‘Can I come up for a cuddle?’

A rattling grumble came up in Ron’s chest, his book discarded to the floor as he reached for his eldest girl’s hands. ‘C’mere li’ln-’ he rumbled, his free hand patting his flank; indicating where she could settle. A bit of child-moving wizardry later and they fit on the settee just right - both comfy; cuddles ensuing as little Olivia had requested they should until-

‘--Dad?’

Black eyes blinked open, having shut without so much as a by your leave, to find five littlens of varying sizes looking at him and Olivia hopefully. The question can we have cuddles too? was never spoken; didn’t need to be. At least, Ron thought gratefully, they’d asked at all and not just pounced on him this time.

‘...Careful, alrigh?’ he cautioned.

And, bless their hearts, they were.

#modern!verse #<- with Monica #ft. Olivia Kray #hislittledxll #Anonymous

[ronmanmob]

Wine

Words for a Drabble Meme

The turns, as they say, had well and truly tabled. 

This Sunday noon it was Ronnie and Beth doing a bit of cooking in the kitchen at Cedra Court; their guests, Mr and Mrs Kray the Younger (those being Reggie and Frances) entertaining themselves in the sitting room while their hardworking (read: vaguely sloshed) hosts loudly debated quite how much red wine needed to go into the beef stew they’d been working on all morning. Now, Ronnie and Beth were about as good a cook as each other, which meant there was at least one semi-functional adult manning the stove with them both stood by it giggling. Nearby was a cookery book, open carefully at the correct page. They’d managed their times correctly, added the right seasoning when it was due to be added, and had even managed to put the rest of the meal on to cook properly as well. The place was as tidy as it could be with a feast being prepared. It was just the matter of--

‘--Th’plonk!’ Ron sniggered, poking the open bottle Beth was holding.  ‘S’gotta be at least f’ree glasses, yeah? Won’t taste it ovvahwise! It’ll boil off!’

‘Nmmhhh.....Don’ no-’ Beth countered playfully. ‘Tink abou’ Lil Frances-’

‘I am.’ Ron sniffed, eyeing the bottle and the pan in turn. ‘...Maybe four-’

He got a gasp and a swat for that crack, for all it was semi light-hearted.

#brooklynislandgirl #modern!verse #<- with Beth #//the one functioning adult is literally Beth with her stew xD

[hardyimagines]

All Yours

Drabble!!!

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Ron was sat in the arm chair his mother had had placed in the same spot for the last decade. His legs were widespread, mug of tea cradled in one hand. The glass was hot enough to burn him, but he held the glass unbothered. He was void of his usual coat, white button down being the only thing he wore. His red tie hung from his collar, suspenders embracing his shoulders. He was still, ears straining to listen to the sound of his mother as she moved in and out of the room, tending to his stomach. He was hungry, he was thirsty, he was her little boy and she insisted on taking care of him.

You were sat on the sofa, legs crossed as you waited for the inevitable. Ron had just shot and killed someone — and he hadn’t done it somewhere secluded, no, he’d done it in a bar, in front of too many eyewitnesses. His brother would definitely stop by and he would have a lot to say.

Violet weaved in between the sofa and armchair, soft eyes moving from her son toward you.

“Alright, love?” Her question was directed toward either of you.

You lifted your gaze, smile clear on your face before you nodded once. Looking toward Ron, you shifted slowly, warm breaths leaving your lips.

Ron set his mug of tea on the side table before laying his hands on his thighs. Brushing his ring-covered fingers along his trousers, he let out a hoarse grunt.

“Think I’m gonna take her upstairs, mum. It’s been a long day.” Ron stated under his breath. He pushed his hand into the arm of the sofa to stabilize himself as he stood, but when you followed suit, Violet spoke.

“Darling, Reggie’s on his way. Mh? Don’t you want to see your brother?” Her shaky hands clasped together in front of her, against her blue, floral dress. She shifted in front of the pair of you before squinting. It was obvious that the pair of you wanted to be alone. She couldn’t count the amount of times Ron had feasted on you with his gaze. She could take a hint. “I do have laundry to do, however, so just call for me when he’s here?”

Ron’s eyes twitched with his squint. He nodded his head once before returning to his armchair. A low grunt of comfort left him and the second his mother left the room he ushered you toward him. Your eyes scanned his features, attempting to read his expression, before you stood. Sidestepping the coffee table so you didn’t cut your exposed calf on the sharp edges, you moved toward the handsome bloke before lowering yourself down on to his lap with no hesitation.

“Is this where you want me?” The question was almost inaudible. Violet was down the hall, too far out of range to hear anything that was said between the two of you, but whispering made this all the more sneaky and Ron got a kick out it. The man let out another low grunt of approval before placing his hand on your hip. He peered down at your attire, admiring the skirt that was riding up the length of your thighs each time you squirmed.

“Come on,” His hands dropped to the fabric. He rolled the plaid material up the length of your legs. “let’s have a little fun while we wait.” You didn’t mind letting him continue, but Reggie wasn’t one to goof off when he was mad and you knew he was going to be infuriated.

“Wait until we go to bed.” You whispered before placing your hands on top of his own. His jewelry was cold to the touch, buried in your palms as you stroked his warm skin. You moved forward and toward him so that you were sat directly on his crotch. You could steal tease him.. you just couldn’t give into him completely.

“Bedtime’s a long way off, i’nt it?” He moved to stand, ready to hoist you up and carry you off to the bedroom so the pair of you could do anything but sleep. Maybe pass the time whilst waiting on his beloved brother. You leaned in and kissed him to try and weaken his movements before he could even get out of the seat. It worked. Ron’s body went limp. His pink lips pressed against yours firmly, refusing to part in the slightest once they met. The hand which had been pulling at your skirt had now slid around to your lower back so he could hold you against him. It wasn’t as if you had any intentions of distancing, but he kept his palm in place to cradle you close to him as he’d done to his mug. His lips moved against yours at a slow pace, his heavy breaths mingling with the noisy pecks the two of you exchanged. You giggled against his lips, savoring each touch he gave you because you knew when Reggie got here, it would be goodbye big ol sweet bear. Ron was always distant when his brother was around and you never understood why. Your lips parted from his but only so they could glide to his neck. His skin was soft, hot, and his pulse was throbbing beneath your lips. You bit playfully at his flesh, hands grazing the buttons that lined the front of his chest.

“Ron?” The suddeness of Reggie’s voice made you almost topple off of your semi-boyfriend. The wreath hanging on the back of the door bounced against the wood before stilling. Reggie brushed his hair back, smoothing the strands down before he looked over his shoulder to ensure Albie was inside. He kicked the wood shut with the heel of his boot before making his way through the doorway and into the living room. You hadn’t even had a chance to climb off of Ron before his brother was in the room, watching the scene before him.

Albie wore a lazy smirk, unable to hide the fact that he was amused by the situation. He took a seat on the creaky chair in the corner, back molding into the cushions as he folded his ankle over his knee and sent you a tilt of his head in greeting.

You climbed off of Ron’s thighs and smoothed down your skirt before making movement to sit on the sofa. Ron’s hand locked around your own though, halting you from rushing off.

“Reg.” He uttered before dragging you back toward his opened thighs. Your rear was set directly on his upper legs, a comfortable seat that you wouldn’t complain about under any other circumstance, but beneath the heated gaze of his brother — you’d really rather sit on the sofa. You took the silence as a means for you to greet Reggie too.

“Doing good, Reggie?” Your question made the anger falter slightly. He was fond of you, everyone was. You were kind, gentle, very enjoyable to look at. You got along with everyone, so he found it impossible to be as pissed as he was toward Ron, when you were sat on the brute’s lap.

“I am, yeah, thank you.” The black trench coat he wore looked impossibly heavy. His broad shoulders carried the weight proudly, easily. His hands, previously tucked away in his pockets, slid out from their hidden space. In one hand he held a cigarette and in the other a lighter. He swiftly lit the end before placing the cigarette between his lips and backing up. His calves hit the armchair behind him, knees deadlegging so he could collapse on the cushion.

“Ron,” You spoke breathily. Turning your head so that you could see him, your fingers trailed from his knee all the way up to his thigh. “I’m going to put the kettle on.. mh? Talk to your brother.” Leaning forward, you stole a delicate kiss before lifting yourself up and off of his lap so you could hide away in the kitchen.

Reggie’s eyes followed you which earned him a glare from Ron. “Let’s keep our eyes to ourself, mate.” Ron grumbled out possessively. His feet shuffled against the floorboards, loudly thudding as he peered over his shoulder and through the doorway to the kitchen. Inspecting the way you moved around the table, he let out a soft noise before standing. He took a seat on the sofa instead, blocking everyone’s view of you as you made them all some tea.

Reggie practically snorted before shaking his head in disbelief. “Didn’t come here to ogle your girl, mate. I came to see why the fuck,” His palms opened wide, it was obvious he was beyond mad. “you thought it would be wise to fucking shoot a man in a bar.” His hands lifted to his hair. He smoothed down his locks before clenching his jaw and looking toward the floor. His boots brushed along the carpet beneath him, a distracted action. “Un-fucking-believable.” He moved his gaze to Albie.

Albie was calm, collected, his usual self. He clasped his hands together over his stomach and let the situation play out. There was no rational-talking or situation-calming. If the boy’s wanted to fight, they’d fight. He did however have a good tendency to look out for the love interests in either of the Kray’s lives though and so that meant you were under his watch. He knew you’d come barreling into the room to try and put a stop to their flying fists, but he’d be prepared to halt you before you got too close.

Reggie stood with a heavy sigh before looking toward the hall. He could hear his mother’s faint humming. He looked back to Ron. “You’ve gone and fucked it all up, haven’t you?”

Ron shifted on the seat. His fingers lifted to pinch the frame of his glasses so that he could adjust them. He wasn’t fighting tonight. “Y/N.” He called out softly before slumping back against the cushion. He didn’t feel like sitting around all night, listening to his brother talk down on him either.

Your eyes flickered to the living room, shoulders straightening as you were called to the room, but before you could even take a step forward the kettle started whistling. You swiftly pinched the handle and removed the pot from the stovetop. Laying it to the side, you poured three mug fulls before setting them on the flimsy, black tray. Moving from the kitchen and into the living room, you handed Albie his tea first, smiling when he thanked you, before handing Reggie his cup and Ron his. The Kray’s gave you the same grateful look. Their eyes held their gratitude.

“Right, well.” Your hands moved to your hips. “I,” Your gaze dropped to Ron. “am going to have a shower and then go to bed, so, I will see you..” Your brows lifted. “when you’re finished.” Hunching over the side of the sofa, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and caught your lips. The action was far too sensual for a man like Ron Kray, but you didn’t complain. Your hand lifted to his cheek, tender and careful as it brushed along his warm skin. You felt his lips twitch against your own and in hopes of catching his smile, you drew back. It was gone before anyone could see it. Patting his thigh, you twisted around and stepped toward Reggie. “Always good to see you, Reg, even though the circumstances aren’t the best.”

Reggie’s large arms opened wide. He locked you in his warm embrace before you really had anytime to say anything. His hugs were different than Ron’s. He was seemingly skinnier, not as visibly broad as Ron, but then again.. just as broad. You smiled against his shoulder before allowing him to kiss your cheek.

“Take care of my brother.” He told you quietly before you could remove yourself from his embrace. You reassuringly pat his arm before stepping back.

“Always.” You nodded. Your hand fell from his arm to his hand, squeezing it once for another reassuring action before you stepped around him and brushed by Albie’s knees. You paused long enough to kiss the top of his head before bidding them all goodnight and heading down the lengthy corridor.

Ron was glaring daggers at both men, envious over the physical displays of innocent affection. He watched you as you vanished down the hall and considered chewing them both out for touching you in any sort of manner. He remained silent though. His eyes said enough.

You poked your head into the laundry room, informing Violet that Reggie had arrived and you were going for a shower. She thanked you sweetly, not even bothering to fold the remaining dry clothes before hurrying off down the hall so she could see her second little boy.

The house was silent when you stepped into the bathroom. It really was hard to hear from this side of the house. The navy blue walls were cold as you leant against them, arms folding over your chest as you nibbled at your bottom lip. It was foolish for you to stand and wait with your fingers pathetically crossed as you internally begged for their little chit-chat session to come to a close. You wanted Ron all to yourself, it had been forever since you’d had him. Teddy was always hanging around, eager to get a little bit of Ron and although you’d promised him that it didn’t bother you that the relationship you had with him was open.. you’d had a change of heart. You wanted Ron Kray all to yourself. It was greedy and selfish, but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care. He spent almost all of his time with you anyway, it was just hard to actually be alone because men dropped in all the time for ‘work’. You knew it was just because they wanted to see him.

A heavy sigh of defeat left your lips when too much time dragged by. If you were lucky, you’d get a kiss before bed. Your eyes rolled as you lifted your hands to the buttons on the front of your dress. Undoing them one by one, you shoved the material off of your arms before rolling your skirt down so the blouse could follow the fabric to the floor. Taking a seat on the closed toilet lid, you rolled off your socks and underwear before placing your elbows on your knees and staring at the floor. If you did muster up the courage to tell Ron you wanted to be his and his alone, you’d also have to tell him that you wanted him to be only yours and a part of you ��a small part of you, feared that he’d say no.

Blinking rapidly to pull yourself out of this sad state, you stood from the seat and leaned over so you could turn on the shower. The water struggled for only a second before it shot out from the shower head. The pitter patter sounded hollow because of the tub, but the second you climbed in, the water would hit your body and be much quieter. Removing the pin from the front of your looks, you shook out your strands before setting the hair accessory down on the recently wiped down sink. The soft clatter filled the bathroom before with a breathy hum, you moved toward the shower.

Ron made his way down the hall, fingers already hooked in his tie so he could undo it from its fastened state around his neck. His suspenders already hung off of his shoulders, dangling beside his hips as he moved forward and into the bathroom without hesitation. Your sharp gasp of surprise when he entered made him let out an amused grunt. He closed the door with an arched brow, reaching behind him in order to twist the lock. He didn’t bother looking over his shoulder to ensure the lock had indeed done its job, his eyes were stuck on you, completely bare. You gave him a soft smile before moving toward him instead of the hot water.

“About time you joined me.” You uttered, fingers taking over in undoing the buttons on his shirt. The thin white fabric was smooth beneath your fingertips.

“Should be a regular fucking occurrence.” He told you huskily.

“If you come home more often, maybe it would be.” He sensed that you were easing him into something, but he didn’t want to pry. He wanted you to tell him whatever it was at your own pace. A grunt was all you received. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor before moving toward the shower so he could feel the water. It was hot against his palm, but it wouldn’t be too hot once the both of you were stood beneath it. Your hand moved to the waistband of his trousers. Hooking your finger in the belt loop, you tugged on him in the slightest, waiting for him to twist around to face you. He did so, slowly. He stared down at you, glasses fogging up from the steamy shower. You stared at him intensely. Half of you expected him to break the eye-contact, but he didn’t budge. His eyes were locked on yours, patient and curious as he waited for you to fess up to whatever it was. “I don’t want to share you anymore, Ron.” There was a momentary pause. “At first.. I didn’t care, it was just just fun and sex and parties, but now..” His chest seemed to puff out as his ego boosted, eyes widening for only a millisecond. Clearly, he hadn’t expected this. “I care about you, deeply. And I want you to just be mine.”

“Yours.” It wasn’t a question. You nodded anyway. “Right,” He turned back to the shower and adjusted the temperature in the slightest. “I’ve been yours since day one.” His words were harsh, stern, almost accusing, but they made you beam and your stomach was doing somersaults. “I thought you knew that by now.” He straightened. His hands fell to his trousers, undoing the button so he could shove the fabric to his feet.

“How could I? I thought Teddy was your favorite.” You whispered. Watching him as he stepped out of his slacks, he stood in front of you in just his boxers.

“Teddy.” He snorted. “Teddy was my favorite until you came along.” He was beginning to feel a bit shy, but he swallowed the urge to shy away. His hand moved to the sink, fingers curling around the new box of soap. He pinched the ends and tore the thing open before dumping the bar out into his hand and then wiggling it. “Come on, the water’ll get cold.”

You pushed yourself away from the corner you’d been stood in and instead moved toward him. Your small hands lifted to his big shoulders, rubbing them lazily as you gazed up at his handsome face. Your heart thumped noisily, hammering against your rib cage loud enough for Ron to hear. Lifting yourself up on to your tiptoes, you stole a slow kiss from him before backing up toward the shower. You swore you felt him smile against your lips, as he clumsily followed you into the shower. You reached for his boxers, shoving the material to the floor before he lifted you up and on to his strong hips. He cradled you as you locked your legs around him, arms doing the exact same to his shoulders. He kissed you deeply, meaningfully, proving to you that he was yours and yours only.

Reggie was sat on the sofa, continuing to chat with his mother and Albie for a bit. He was lost in the conversation about London and Ron, lazily swirling the liquid in his mug around.

“She’s a good one.” Violet whispered to her son. “Treats him better than anyone I know. She’s here day and night, you know that, always waiting, smiling. Such a helpful girl.” She sighed breathily. If something, god forbid, were to ever happen to her, she trusted that Ron was in good hands.

Reggie rubbed his lips together, savoring the sweet taste of the tea that lingered on his lips. “I know it.” He nodded in agreement. “I like her... Ron thinks too much.” He chortled before sharing a look with Albie. “He did good.”

Violet sighed. “Well if he’d settle. He’s got too many,” She waved her hand around, gesturing to the men Ron still fooled about with. “lovers.”

Reggie shook his head. The clink from his glass tapping the plate was almost too noisy as he set it down on the table. “Nah.” His head shook. “Ron loves her, I think. I see it every time he looks at her.” This was a risky conversation to be having. Ron could be eavesdropping from the hall. It wasn’t bad, but it was about him, and Ron wouldn’t like that at all.

Lucky for the Kray’s in the den, Ron was a bit too busy to pay attention to anyone outside the bathroom. His body molded against your own perfectly, arms hooked under your thighs to hold you up against the cold tile. The hot shower was hardly raining down on either of you, but your sweaty, hot body was keeping you warm and would do so for a while. You panted harshly into the, now, sloppy kiss as Ron assaulted your tongue with his own. Digging your heels into his back, you matched his set rhythm, heart threatening to give out as Ron was semi-gentle with you. It was new. It was different. And it was nice. You decided, as your tongue moved along his, that you preferred to be screwed senseless by the man, but this felt damn good too.

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#tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #ronald kray x reader #ron kray imagine #legend fanfiction

[ronmanmob]

@a-kitten-with-claws asked:  *I would like a drabble about Ron's first impression/thoughts on Kit please?*

...What’s he doing?

...The rain...It’s raining...Raining...Black skies...Black flag- Pirates- No...It’s night time...Night time...No doctors at night...Safe at night...No one’s looking...Ssshhh...He’ll hear us...Room’s so quiet...Look outside, Ronnie...Near the window- Go near the window...He’s moving closer- DROP! NO!...No. Steady legs...Steady hand- He’s touching the glass! Heehee! Cold- It’s cold- Wet- No. Chilled. No condensation on his fingers...The wet’s on the outside of the glass...Put your hand down...Down- In his pocket. He put it in his pocket instead! Yes...Yes...Dark out...It’s dark out...Nighttime London- No doctors now- No questions...Questions...

...What’s he doing?

...WHAT’S HE-...

...Heels- Heels on the tile floor, Ron, turn and look- NO DON’T! Doctor’s coming with a sting for yah- Outta bed too late, too long- BACK TO YOUR BED NOW MISTER KRAY!! No! It might not be- IT IS! Doctors wiv STINGS- NO! Listen. They wear plastic slips, not heels on tiled floors. Doctors don’t wear heels when they sting...See her in the window?...Dark hair...Little sad...Rain makes her look like she’s crying- What’s wrong, Petal? Wha’s wrong, Pet?...Keep your hands in your pockets- Turn- Look- NO! Use the window...Safer- No eyes there...No getting inside- No letting her inside-

‘Can’t sleep?’

Ron drew in a breath, pulled up from how he’d been dwelling inside; long beyond, long gone from conscious notice in this place of sterility and tiled floors. Glacially, his gaze moved from the window to settle upon his guest; small and uncertain-looking - a classical beauty, were he allowed such opinions so casually as that. When he finally spoke, it felt like much more of an effort than it sounded. He had a talent, he found, for masking certain parts of the illness that’d sent him to the hospital.

‘S’th trick wiv insomnia, miss’ Ron mused quietly, his voice more rumble than much else. ‘Always nips when y’least want it to - when y’jus want y’brain t’stop. T’sleep. Couldn’t settle in me quarters so wandered aht ‘ere. Weren’t no locked doors; no gates ‘ere. S’osi, not prison.’

#a-kitten-with-claws #modern!verse #<- with Kit #//struck-through text are the opinions of Ron's Committee -- the voices his illness brings to life #tw: mental illness #cw: mental illness

[hardyimagines]

Late Night

Drabble!

( why do I keep doing drabbles!!!! )

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The worn, old record player in the corner, perched up on the recently purchase vanity, was beyond slightly noisy. The scratching of the needle was agitating as you laid on your side on the gray sofa. You didnt have the willpower to climb off of the furniture and submerge yourself in silence. The annoying noise was better than being alone with your thoughts. And you couldn’t imagine any more stress than what you were drowning in currently. Even with the scratching, you’d still been replaying the events from earlier that day over and over and over again in your head until your tear ducts had run dry. Your sticky, damp eyes were growing increasingly droopier and you were positive that it was due to the late hour.. not because of the incessant crying. The clock in the corner ticked audibly, dragging your attention to it every few moments. It was three in the morning and you were beginning to think that Reggie wasn’t coming home. He should’ve been home hours ago.

The porchlight flickered visibly through the white sheer curtain that hung over the window. It’s dim glow held a faint buzzing and crackling sound as it struggled to stay lit. You used the back of your hand to wipe at your angry eyes before lowering your glistening hand to the sofa. Your leftover tears stained your skin, drying in place on your wrist. You rolled over on to your back then, to try and find a position that was comfier. You stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks that needed to be fixed. If Reggie didn’t come home, you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

There was a dull thud from the room above, the sound of something heavy falling. The hollow sound was followed by a low grunt and then the sound of Ron Kray’s voice, drifting through the vents in the ceiling as he swore under his breath because he hadn’t meant to drop whatever he had. You sighed in heightened annoyance. Not only would Reggie’s lack of presence make it hard to sleep, but Ron’s loudness would simply add to the difficulty of giving yourself over to the impossible, but much needed, slumber.

You were momentarily distracted, ears alert, hunting for another sound — anything. It was quiet, apart from the faint buzzing from the porch light. Your droopy eyes fluttered, briefly gliding to the record which had somehow quietened itself. You didn’t wonder what had done it, if the needle had broken, you didn’t care. You merely looked away and focused on the dim glow of the porch light. Your eyes drooped further, threatening to fall shut and stay that way, but that didn’t mean you’d sleep. It just meant you were going to cast yourself in the darkness behind your eyelids. Your lashes fluttered harder, lids closing completely. You found it hard to open them and figured that if you laid still for long enough, your body would have no choice but to give itself over to the featherlight state of oblivion. Seconds ticked by into minutes and you could feel your body, drifting and drifting further and further away. Tossing and turning was sure to ensue, but even just a few minutes of sleep was better than none at all.

“You don’t have time for me anymore. I don’t want to fight with you, Reggie, but I can’t do this.” Your shaky finger clasped around the bright, expensive wedding ring that hadn’t even cradled your ring finger for a year. “You’re never home. You get here when dinner is cold and no longer edible. I sleep alone on most nights. I spend my days wondering what you’re doing, if you’re okay, if you’re coming home..” You roughly set the ring down on the table. It clinked noisily against the wood, drawing a narrowed glare from Reggie. “It wasn’t like this before, you use to want to spend every minute with me, take me out on dates, and now, now I’m lucky if I even get to say good morning or goodnight.”

“You think I wanna be out, do you? Away from my fucking wife?” He stepped forward. You felt small beneath his tall form, bulging and broad. He seemed bigger when he was mad. “Right, that’s what you fucking think. Yeah, I’d much rather be out, handling the club and dealing with the fucking Richardson’s, wouldn’t I?”

You were quiet.

“Come on, now. yeah, you had a lot to say a few seconds ago, didn’t you, babe, come on then.” He slunk forward further. His heightened stress made his tongue feel numb and his lungs ache for the addictive nicotine. He sunk his hand into his pocket and gripped the packet of cigarettes. Flicking the package open with his thumb, he grasped one of the sticks and drew it out with a shake of his head. He placed the thing between his lips before turning away from you so he could hunt for a lighter.

“I don’t think you want to be out there, Reggie, but you obviously don’t want to be here with me. If you did, you’d be here, wouldn’t you? I don’t even feel like I’m married. Feels like I’m just waiting..” Your heart ached with the question that always seemed to find its way to the front of your mind. It scared you to ask him because the answer really was unknown, but you had to know. You wanted to hear him say it. He hadn’t reminded you that he did since the beginning of the relationship. “Do you even love me anymore?”

The click of the door closing woke you instantly. You sat up on the sofa, defensive and alert. Squinting your blurry, sleepy eyes toward the door, a very soft, inaudible sigh of relief left your lips at the sight of your husband. He was dragging off his coat, shaking it to ensure nothing was left in the deep pockets. You lifted your hand to your face and rubbed down your aching head. Your dream had been a recollection of the fight from earlier. Word for word, action for action.

“S’just me. What the fuck are you still doing up?” Reggie asked gruffly. He wreaked of cigarettes and booze. You were sure he hadn’t been drinking, but owning a business that sold large amounts of alcohol meant that he smelled as if he’d drank the club to emptiness. His blue eyes were penetrative and studious, watching you as you tiredly stood. Gathering yourself, you smoothed down the wrinkled blouse you wore before looking toward the long corridor that led to the bedroom.

“Waiting on you, as per usual.” You uttered. There was no time for fighting tonight. It was late, you were both exhausted. You just needed to know that he’d made it home safe.. now you could sleep and you’d sleep good. The bottoms of your feet noisily pat the hardwood floor as you made your way toward the corridor. Reggie caught your small hand in his slyly, halting you before you could make it into the hall. His hair was still slicked back neatly as he peered down at you, wrinkled lines forming across the length of his forehead as he pursed his plump, pink lips. His white shirt was rolled at the cuff, up to the bottom of his wrists and you felt the warmth that radiated off of him as he cradled your palm in his own.

“Hang on a second, yeah. You dont mind if I..” His features looked so innocent — deceivingly innocent. Your heart ached at how sweet and vulnerable he appeared. “come to bed with you? Don’t really want to sleep on the fucking couch.” His free hand moved to the base of his neck. He scratched at the hair that resided there, smiling sweetly toward you.

You frowned in the slightest before pulling your hand away from his own. “It’s not only my bed, Reggie.” The lack of warmth embracing your hand made you want to cry, but you put on a brave, unbothered face and made your way back down the hall so that you could climb into bed. The clothing you wore was scratchy and uncomfortable, too hot and tight to sleep in, but you didn’t want to risk the fact that he could very easily come into the room and catch you undressing. That would lead to the easiest, best form of making up and you didn’t want that — there needed to be a conversation in the process of this making up. You dropped down heavily against the mattress, body heavy and eyes the same; but you didn’t feel unconsciousness tugging at you just yet.

Reggie followed you into the bedroom, a certain rock in his walk. His black trousers hugged his hips and held his tucked in shirt securely. He fixed his crooked tie and ensured each button was fastened correctly. He knew it didn’t matter how handsome he looked, the pair of you had fought and talking was the only way to fix it — not attraction or anything physical. He let out a drawn out sigh, an exhausted noise that made you want to inquire if he was okay.

You remained silent.

Reggie dropped down on the edge of the bed. His widespread knees lined up perfectly with his boots, thudding quietly against the floor each time he shifted. He pulled at the tie around his neck, undoing it from its looped do. He tossed it on to the chair in the corner before beginning to undo the shirt buttons. You laid on your side now, watching him undress. You were still mad, but you figured you could at least enjoy the view.

Maybe not.. you decided as your heart began to pathetically flutter. Weakening yourself wasn’t going to solve anything. Your eyes closed before he removed his shirt fully. His tanned, hot skin was on show for a few seconds as he moved around the room shirtless, looking for something else to put on that would be comfortable enough to sleep in. You were drifting once more, in between slumber and dreaming. Your body couldn’t quite figure out which one to do. So it resumed its recollection of memories from what had happened earlier that day.

“Don’t be daft, right, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, haven’t you?” Reggie shook his head in disbelief. His expression warned you to stop, not to push any further and just let the whole situation go. But you wanted to have this talk. You didn’t want to feel the way that you felt anymore. He was always gone and you deserved better.

“Reggie, if you loved me. You’d make time for me. The only time I ever get to spend with you is a few minutes in the morning if I wake up before the sun does so I can bid you farewell when you go off to work..” You hissed before cupping your cheeks in annoyance. The longer that the two of you argued, the angrier you were going to get.

“Put that ring back on your finger.” He was too calm. He moved away from you and the table and instead toward the armchair in the center of the room. His heavy body dropped down on the navy-colored fabric, arms finding their place on the armrests. He tipped his head back and allowed it to rest against the back of the seat, eyes closing after a few seconds. The room was quiet, so he didn’t have to strain his ears too hard as he waited for you to drag the ring off the table and slip it back on to your finger.

“I’m not putting that back on until we’ve had a talk. This isn’t how I went to spend the rest of my life. I’m unhappy.” The words were sharp, each one a painful jab to his heart. He shuffled in the seat, expression calm. It was as if your words didn’t hurt him.. and truthfully, they probably didn’t hurt too much. He knew you loved him. Why else would you wait to confront him? A woman that had fallen out of love would’ve just left.

“Not gonna be much talking right now, is there. I’ve got to go to work.” He told you quietly. His eyes fluttered open then. “But once I’m home, then we can talk. If you put that ring back on.”

There was a warning feeling in your stomach. It twisted and churned painfully, begging you to throw the ring at the bloke on the chair and leave. He wouldn’t be home until the sun was about to start rising. Despite the feeling in your gut, you snatched the jewelry off the table and shoved it onto your hand.

“You’re off to a great fucking start.” You barked sarcastically before leaving the room. The sound of your heels, loudly clapping against the hardwood floor, could be heard even once you’d vanished into the bedroom.

Reggie stood from the armchair. Hooking his fingers in his belt loops, he tugged his trousers up into their appropriate position before sauntering after you. His movements were sly, unrushed, and calm as he made his way down the corridor. The door at the end of the hall was the room that the pair of you shared so without so much as a knock, he turned the handle and nudged the wood open. You were sat on the bed, heels dangling from the tops of your feet as you stared down at your lap. He was still silent. His boots thudded loudly against the ground when he started to move in your direction and with every inch of space that was lost in the gap, you felt yourself tensing further and further.

It was only when Reggie came to a stop, directly in front of your knees, that you finally looked up at him. His blue eyes moved between your glistening, desperate ones. He hunched over, a gesture of his that you were no longer familiar with. His hands found the outer sides of your thighs, grazing them delicately as he closed the space between the two of you and took a few kisses. It would’ve been right for you to pull away, but you’d craved the lips he had on your own, so pushing him back wasn’t an option. It actually felt good. It was one of the things you missed the most from your husband so as he stood, kissing your seated form, you felt a little barrier around your heart break away. Your arms circled his neck, holding him close to you as you both kissed one another with such passion. Your mouth opened second, only daring to part when you felt his tongue eager to re-visit your own. You broke the liplock when you felt him lift his knee on to the bed.

He could make time for sex, but not for you. Your brain hissed. You ignored it. Savoring the kiss, you brushed your hands from his neck down to his shoulders when he pulled away. He peered down at you under hooded eyes. His hand moved through your soft strands of hair, caressing them slowly before he leaned in for one more soft kiss.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can.” He promised. He adjusted the tie around his neck and the wrinkled shirt before straightening. “I love you.” His confession was breathy, almost inaudible, and your stomach ached from how good it felt to hear those stupid, silly, unnecessary but desired words.

“Babe.” The snapping of his fingers drew you out of your slumber once more. Sleepily looking toward him, you fisted your hand in the cold sheet and shoved yourself up to a semi-sitting position. Lifting your fingers to your eyes, you rubbed the itchy, droopy lids, trying to wake yourself up. “You wanted to talk. How can we do that if you’re sleeping?” His words made you want to clench your jaw so hard it was close to breaking.

“I did.. I do, Reggie, but I wanted to at a reasonable hour. I had dinner made at 8, I waited until 11, which was pushing it.” You sat up completely on the creaking mattress. “It’s not fair to me, what you’re doing, I’m your wife.” The talk was beginning. “You’re suppose to love me. And it’s one thing for you to say the words, but god.. the least you could do is show me some affection. Today is the first day you’ve kissed me in almost two weeks, Reggie. I’m sick of sleeping alone. I’m tired of waking up to an empty bed. I spend my entire day wondering if I should just go to the club to see you. Don’t you get it?” Your eyes were watering. “I miss you. I’m lonely. Before you married me, it was like you’d do anything for me. You wanted to spend every second with me and now that I’m bound to you.. you’ve grown careless.” Reggie was still stood, no longer looking for something to wear to bed. His arms were folded over his chest, eyes squinted as he studied you. He was listening very closely to everything you said. “I like going on dates. I like being kissed in the morning and at night. I miss having sex.” Your head shook, voice growing breathier at your last confession. “Why the hell did you ask to marry me if you were just going to ignore me afterward? I spend more time with Ron than I do with you.” Collapsing on to your back, your hands moved to cradle your hot face. Every inch of your body was on fire, boiling from your rant.

Your husband sucked in a deep breath of air before slowly moving toward the bed. He placed his knee on the mattress before climbing on top of the springy surface. Folding his legs, he studied your expression, ignoring the dull ache in his heart. He knew he’d caused this. Being busy at work was one thing, but treating work like it was top priority was another. His top priority was right here, crying from exhaustion and emotions. “I’m sorry.” He spoke almost inaudibly. “Right, I didn’t realize how much time it’s been that I haven’t kissed you. And I didn’t realize how much time I’ve been spending away from home.. it all seems so routine for me now, to just work every second of the day.” He sighed before directing his gaze to his lap. “I miss you too, you know. I think about you all day, I don’t realize the hour when I’m heading home to you.” You sniffled quietly before removing your hands from your face. You felt stuffy and ashamed for being so desperate for his affection, but you really couldn’t help it. You missed him so much.

“I want you to want to be home with me. I know work is important business and I know you have to spend a lot of time at the clubs and with the lads, but I wish you’d spend a little more time with your wife as well.” Your words were soft and they pulled a little smile from Reggie. He leaned in in the slightest before pressing his lips against your temple.

“I do want to be home with you, right, I always think I’m home in time for dinner and then I get here and you’re fast asleep and I feel so guilty. I do, babe, you’re everything to me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” His hand brushed along the bedding toward your own. It was delicate and unrushed, a soft touch just so he could show you that he was right here. He wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t letting you go either.

Believing him and forgiving him was so easy because he was so convincing, but actions spoke louder than words, so you knew you’d have to wait until tomorrow to see if he kept his promise. Nodding along to him as he spoke, your small hand wrapped around his larger one more securely, cradling it before you slid toward him so you could wrap your free arm around his strong, broad shoulders. It had been forever since he’d held you while the pair of you rested, so tonight you weren’t giving him a choice. You lugged his big body down, completely on top of your own, and slumped in place. Embracing him snugly, your warm lips found the side of his neck so when you spoke, your words traveled up to his ear.

“I don’t ever want to lose you, Reggie. You mean everything to me.” His skin tickled from your hot breaths, goosebumps rising on his flesh as you spoke. He locked his arms around you securely before turning his head and stealing a very soft kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He murmured as he set his forehead against your own. “I married you because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, yeah, so I’ll make some changes with my work schedule. I don’t want you being sad..” He’d had experience with a sad wife in the past and it had torn him to pieces. He couldn’t imagine going through something so painful again. His arms tightened around you and his face pushed into your shoulder so he could bury his features in the warmth of your skin. “This is where I want to be. I want you to always tell me when you feel like I’m not around a lot..” He loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone. He’d never truly understood what love was until you’d come along. He supposed he was still learning the right’s from wrong’s. Family came first. Work came second. He seemed to get those two mixed up when stress was weighing him down, but he was going to work on it. He couldnt bear the thought of losing you — let alone actually doing so.

His fingers laced through yours tighter, remaining like that as he slumped completely on top of you. He was a little bit heavier than you were able to handle, but you knew that he needed comforting too and once he’d had what he needed, he’d roll to the side and guide you with him. Your eyes droopily closed and your free arm slid from his shoulders, south to circle his waist. You clutched onto him gratefully, body feeling deliciously warm and delightfully light. Tonight you weren’t sleeping alone.

Time would tell if he would keep his word, but for now you just wanted to bask in his warmth and soak up every ounce of affection he gave. Who knew when he’d do this again? Tomorrow? Next month? Your eyes closed even tighter and your body wiggled to get closer to his own. You wanted to savor this. Sweet Reggie could be gone tomorrow and Mr. Kray could very well decide he’d much rather stay at the club until 3 am again.

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