#ronald kray x reader

[martinandlewislive]

Drunk

Young Ronnie x reader // oneshot

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You jumped at the sound of pounding on your door. You turned your bedroom light on and grabbed your knife off the night stand, you kept it there for situations Just like this. It was a little after 3am who the hell was at her door? It wasn’t (F/N) your best friend, she was out with reg for the night and she has a key.

You pulled your blanket off of your body , your heart began to race as your mind went over 300 different situations, all bad. Nothing good comes from a pounding at your door in the middle of the night.

The pounding continued and as you got closer to the front door you could also hear some groaning and mumbling.

Steadying your breath and gripping your 7 inch knife you swung the door open ready for confrontation but instantly let your guard down when you saw Ronnie standing (if you could call it that) on the porch.

He didn’t even notice you had opened the door his eyes were closed and he was swaying back and forth lazily

“Ronald” you quipped getting his attention.

He still didn’t open his eyes just breathed softly and asked.

“Reg about?”

“No him and (F/N) are in hackney at the fights , they won’t be back until tomorrow” you explained looking him over.

“Are you drunk?” You added.

He looked up at you mumbled something and then puked on the floor in front of your feet.

“Damnit Ronnie !” You yelled stepping back as though it were lava

“M’sorry… m’sorry (Y/N)”

he mumbled his words just barely making it out of his mouth. His hand reached up and pet your hair and face softly. You moved out of his reach and put his arm around your shoulders to help him stand. You couldn’t turn him away and have him wander the streets in the dark in the drunken state he was in.

This is the last thing you wanted to deal with at 3 in the morning.

“And Where have you been you smell like horse shit” you stated wrinkling your nose at his stench.

“Hmmmm dunno” Ronnie hummed opening his eyes slightly.

“Reg about?” He asked again looking around. You grabbed the bridge of your nose in irritation

“Take your clothes off”

you instructed leading him down the hall to the bathroom, you couldn’t handle his smell , he needed a bath.

“Wait brush your teeth first”

You said pulling an extra tooth brush out of the drawer.

“I can’t”

he slurred falling backwards a little, you steadied him and rolled your eyes

For Christ’s sake

“Open your mouth”

you wet his tooth brush and topped it with paste before turning to face him.

“I swear to god Ronald if you puke on me” you warned

Ronnie shook his head with his mouth still open waiting patiently for you to brush his teeth . You took that to mean he won’t. You brushed his teeth gently and made sure not to stick the brush too far in his mouth.

“Ok spit”

He didn’t move

“Ronnie spit it out” you said again

He opened his mouth and let the tooth paste fall out of his mouth and onto his shirt.

“Right whatever”

you said using his shirt collar to wipe his mouth he stumbled and you once again steadied him.

“Ok now get undressed”

It was bath time

“Don look..don’t- don’t look at me”

he mumbled, you rolled her eyes and turned around to start the bath water. You could hear Ronnie struggling with his suspenders and then you heard him stumble into the bathroom door knocking down some toiletries as he did so. You stared at the bath tub blankly as he fought with his clothes.

“Ronnie just let me help you for Christ’s sake” you huffed.

“A’right” he spoke softly. Youd never seen Ronnie naked before but you’ve seen almost everything before as you and (F/N) had been best friends with the krays basically their whole lives.

Ronnie wasn’t always a violent unpredictable man , in this moment he was very calm and vulnerable almost timid. This is the Ronnie you knew and wanted everyone else to know too but he didn’t show this side to everyone. He wanted people to fear him and so they did.

You took off his suspenders and then unbuttoned his shirt and pants sliding them both off. You gasped when you saw thick, red , liquid splattered on his chest and shoulders.

“What did you do?” You asked looking up at him. You knew for a fact this blood was not ronnies , he must have gotten into a fight. Ronnie getting in to a fight never ended well for the other guy. Ronald was disqualified from boxing for being too violent , he didn’t know when to stop he just couldn’t control himself.

“Dunno” he chimed.

“Is he dead?” You asked tossing his clothes aside . Ronnie simply shook his head.

“Did anyone see you?” You asked again.

“No” he replied, his voice was so low and gentle.

You left it at that. Whoever he hurt most likely deserved it.

“I’m going to make you some coffee, get in the tub”

You instructed before walking out to the kitchen. preparing the coffee , and grabbing a mug out of the cupboard setting it on the counter before moving into the living room. You grabbed some Blankets and pillows from the ottoman and made him a makeshift bed on the couch.

The smell of strong coffee filled the air a tell tale sign it was ready to be poured.

When you walked back in the bathroom you found Ronnie had done as she told him and gotten in the bath , though he wasn’t washing himself.

“Couldn’t find soap”

he said knowing what you were thinking. Your eyes moved to the edge of the tub where a bar of soap sat untouched.

“It’s right here ro” you said with a sigh.

“Oh” he chimed with a small chuckle.

You set his coffee down and grabbed a wash rag from the linen cabinet.

“Wash the blood off of you” you told him soaping up the rag.

“I can’t move..” he replied.

God, how much did he drink?

You washed him yourself, wiping someones blood away from his chest.

“That feels nice” he commented closing his eyes at the feeling of warm water falling down his skin.

“Drink your coffee ronald”

“Don’t like coffee” he replied.

“Just drink it , it will help the room stop spinning” you said, now washing his back. He began to smell much better.

“You feel it too?” He sighed closing his eyes

They sat in silence , you washed his body and he drank his coffee, looking forward , emotionlessly, at the bathtub faucet the whole time.

“I want to call them “

Ronnie said still staring at the faucet . You sighed

“I don’t know what hotel they’re at Ron .”

You knew by ‘them’ Ronnie meant (F/N) and Reggie

Usually having zero contact with your friend would cause you to have extreme anxiety but you knew (F/N) was with Reggie and while he was still living and breathing no harm would befall her

“I’m ready to get out” Ronnie said suddenly finishing his coffee and standing up.

You couldn’t help but laugh

“Ronald get your dick out of my face”

You tossed him a clean towel and he wrapped around his waist with a smile

“Sorry” he chimed stepping out of the tub

You could tell he sobered up a little but he was still pretty drunk

“Does reg have any clothes here?” He asked

“No but you can borrow a pair of my shorts to sleep in if you want “ you offered , Ronnie nodded and followed you to your room. You walked to your dresser and tossed him a pair of black spandex shorts. He took them into the bathroom and put them on.

In the mean time you finally crawled in bed ready to sleep.

Ronnie walked back in to your room , your shorts looked like black boxer briefs on him

He looked gorgeous in the moonlight , you had a hard time looking away.

“I made a bed for you on the couch” you informed

“I don’t wanna sleep alone” he replied quickly

You were going to tell him too bad but you knew how he felt and honestly didn’t want to sleep alone either.

“Ok you can sleep with me but put the trash can by you in case you need to puke”

He grabbed the bin set it beside the bed and got in with you

“Will you cuddle with me “

he asks laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. You didn’t verbally answer but you moved yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest and draping your arm over his waist letting your hand rest on his abdomen

He smelled fresh and his skin was warm and soft from the heat of the bath , it began to rain outside they could smell it in the air that drifted in from the open window

Ronnie pulled you closer and closed his eyes, a minute or so of silence passed before he spoke

“What do you think Reg and (F/N) are doing“

“Honestly probably the same thing we are“

You hummed

Ronnie nodded

A few more minutes of silence passed you listened to the rain that fell on the roof and Ronnie spoke again

“ do you think he’s fucking her?“

“Maybe” you answered honestly.

Reggie was just as gorgeous and beautiful as his brother they were both as beautiful as each other , You certainly would not blame (F/N) if she was fucking reggie

Another minute of silence and rain

“Do you want me to fuck you?“

Ronnie asked his voice still low and quiet

“Yes Ronnie I do, but not while one of us is drunk and the other is sober. We should both be drunk or we should both be sober“ you said

Ronnie hums in agreement, this made sense to him and he would never pressure you into anything.

“Thank you for letting me in“ he chimed

You waved this off, you knew if the situation was on the other foot Ronnie would’ve done the exact same thing for you , Ronnie would’ve stopped the world for his brother And his friends.

You could tell by the rhythm of his breathing that he was falling asleep the deep cadence of his breath in his chest made you want to fall asleep too you felt his fingers trace shapes on your lower back as you stroked your thumb across his abs you both fell asleep to the sound of the rain

@frostyluxe

#kray twins #real ronnie kray #ron kray fic #ronnie kray #Ronnie kray fanfic #Ronnie kray imagine

[leelee1234love]

Bunny

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron accidentally takes your favourite stuffie and you panic…

Warnings: Swearing,Crying,Angst,a little squint about anxiety,PTSD,sibling death,depression!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Reggies POV-

It was 11:00 am in the morning it was a normal day except the fact that when I walked into the flat with Ron,we was met with no sign of dov-Y/n.

I saw a little note on the table that said "went to the Prince shop to get some ranchers, be back soon xx" and I smiled.

"Where is y/n?" Ron said and I handed him the note.

"She's out for a bit" I said and looked at Ron who was looking around.

"Do y'a mind if I look around?" Ron asked since he knew we would have to wait for y/n until we got to go to the carpenters Arms to sort business out.

"Knock yourself out mate" I said before walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

Ron walked upstairs and looked around bored.

Until something caught his eye, a cute small bead-stuffed bunny on the double bed.

He walked over to it and held it gently before he chuckled a bit knowing y/n slept with a teddy.

What he didn't know was how much the bunny meant to her..

He put it into his blazer pocket and went back downstairs.

"Y/n’s back let's go" I said and Ron nodded before we left and went to the car to meet with y/n.

"You boys alright?" She asked us with a smile whilst she also sucked on a jolly rancher.

"We're good just waiting for you to come down to carpenters with us" I said and she smiled again.

"Yup let's go" she said and we left before I opened and shut the car door for her gaining a thank you a from her.

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After carpenters.

Abt. 1:30 pm

I drove y/n back but Ron went to our club with the rest.

We walked up to the flat and she went upstairs to get changed into something more comfy.

I was in the kitchen reading the newspaper until I heard a loud gasp and then y/n scream "Reggie!"

I quickly went upstairs.

"Yeah?" I breathed out.

"Where's bunny?" She panicked and began looking everywhere.

I huffed, she panicked me for a stuffed teddy?.

"Dove.." I said and she shrugged off the hand I placed on her arm off.

"Don't! Where is she!" She cried.

I hated when she cried. Because she rarely would, only if it was her period,a loved one was mean to her,a loved one got hurt or if she lost her bunny.

"Oh Dove..c’mon please don't cry..I'm sure we'll find her" I reassured her but she wouldn't listen.

"No! I left her here! Who's been here?!" She stuttered through tears.

"Oh fuck.." I said and she looked at me worried.

"What?" She asked me through tears.

"Ron's been here" I said as I held my two fingers to the bridge of my nose.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She said pissed off.

"Dove..calm down I'm sure he just meant it as a joke" I tried to calm her down but she was furious.

She went downstairs as she wiped her tears and she left the flat before slamming the door.

She was wearing flats, leggings and a baggy jumper as she left the flat and walked down to the car and began to start it. I chased after her but failed. She had already drove away before I got to her.

"Y/n! For fucks sake!" I said to myself angrily.

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Y/n’s POV-

"Ronald James fucking Kray!" I yelled through the empty club.

"What'd y'a do?" Teddy asked Ron and he shook his head. He didn't know what he did.

"Where is she?!" I yelled at him and he looked at me sad and confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Ron said honestly but i wasn't havin it.

"Don't fuckin play that game with me, give her to me now" i threatened and he was upset he hated when i was mad at him.

But I didn't care, I wanted my bunny, she was the only thing I cared about in this moment.

I needed her, she was my comfort. I had her through everything in my life.

My anxiety,depression,PTSD, my brothers death.

My parents fights,my uncles fights, when my dad went to prison or when my uncles did.

When I had no one. When all my fake friends ditched me. She was all I had.

I need her.

"Don't yell at me y/n" Ron said but i ignored him.

"Give me Bunny!" I yelled and searched his pockets.

"Y/n! Stop it!" Reggie scolded me and pulled me off of Ron.

"No! I need her!" I cried in Reggies arms and he stroked my hair comfortingly as he held me trying to calm me down.

But it didn't work.

"Ron give me the stuffed bunny from my flat" Reggie said in a very serious tone.

Ron went wide-eyes since he had realised what I had wanted this whole time.

He quickly opened his blazer pocket and handed me the bunny.

Which I instantly took and held in relief.

It instantly calmed me and my sobs began to slow down.

"Shit..I-I'm sorry y/n" Ron said apologetically.

"It's alright Ron, you didn't know" Reggie said as he held me close.

"Thank you" I breathed out through teary breaths.

Eventually after I calmed down I gave Ron a hug and I explained to him why I wanted my bunny so much.

"After my anxiety and depression and PTSD, I've had bunny the whole way through, I've had her since I was two" I explained to Ron and he felt so bad.

"I didn’t know y/n, I'm sorry" he said and gave me a hug making me smile.

"It's fine Ron, you didn't know,I'm sorry for yelling at you" I replied as I hugged him back.

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[bubblyani]

‘Just For Show’

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Movie: Legend (2015)

Word Count: 6253

Rating: Mature

Requested by: @97freaknik

Summary: Upon his brother’s persuasion, Ronnie Kray dates, and marries a ‘nice’ girl, in order to cover up unsavory rumors about his sexuality. All just for show. Until feelings come knocking.

Author’s Note: Loved this story idea so much I couldn’t resist. Thank you for this. Hopefully everyone will love this! Enjoy y’all!

Light or Dark?

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you were at a sheer dilemma as you held on to two lipstick shades, comprising of light pink and dark red. Whatever color that would be painted on your lips tonight, must indeed leave an impression, deemed 'perfect and memorable’.

“You think he is taking the mick?”

A concerned voice inquired. With your eyes still in the mirror, the inquiry urged you to recall the sole reason you had difficulty deciding a simple lipstick shade in the first place.

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(A few days ago)

Regardless of the years of baking experience you had under your belt, the simplest task of carrying a cake dressed with heavy icing on a cake stand, yet proved to be your most challenging task, ever. Finally placing the stand in the countertop display, you sighed silently with relief. As you gazed at the delicious treat, along with the others next to it, you could not wait to see the lineup of customers ,eager to satisfy their sweet tooth.

“Psst! He’s here!”

You turned upon the whispers of Ethan, your cousin, who stood next to you. Being the same age as you, Ethan had been working in your family’s Bakery for years, receiving the required training until he would be ready to start his very own elsewhere.

With your eyebrows raised, you shot him a glance.

“Who’s here?”

You whispered back, quickly standing straight. He motioned his head towards the door that opened with the ring of the bell, finally revealing a figure.

A figure responsible for your heart to skip a beat every single time : Ronald Kray.

You caught your breath, attempting to suppress a smile. Your cousin sniggered in response. “What?” You hissed under your breath, giving a nudge. “How can I not? When you’re all lovestruck!” He replied, in mid-snigger. “Well, Stop it!” “Shhh!” Ethan's shushing finally made you look back front, all to see Ron walk towards the counter. You involuntarily dusted your hands off the apron. It was something you could not help but do, every time he walked in, to be exact. “Morning, Ron...”

You greeted, offering a soft smile to the well dressed man. Looking around, he merely replied with a low grunt of acknowledgment. Silence afterwards was not of any surprise. And with no further question, you quickly found yourself packing the usual order for him. Only to realize he had come alone today. What could be the reason?

The famous Kray Twins always preferred to fulfill their sweet cravings from your Bakery. And their preference had tempted the rest of the Firm to be fanatics as well. Though he was the silent one between the two, Ron certainly succeeded in capturing your attention with the least of intentions.

And with the fullest of intentions, you found yourself falling for him, deeply. In secret, of course.

Smiling, you placed the neatly wrapped treat on the counter before him.

“Lemon Drizzle Cake...just the way you like it” You said, certain those will be only words you will need to spare for him that day. “Hmm...” Ron grunted, his gloved hand grabbing it slowly. And just as always, you expected him to turn.You expected to indulge the view of his broad back as he slowly walked away. As always, you expected to be grateful for even seeing him again for a mere few seconds.

Except, he defied all your expectations.

"Y/N?" “Y-yes?” You stuttered, surprised by the timbre of his deep voice when he uttered your name. You watched him take a deep breath, his eyes still on the cake.

“Would you like to…" he began, looking at you, "....go out with me?"

You swore no trace of breath was left in your body.

That query seemed completely ludicrous, exiting the lips of someone such as Ron Kray. Yet for you, it was heavenly music to your ears.  

And when heavenly music played, who would not want to sing with joy?

“Yes…” You replied mindlessly, all to your cousin's surprise.

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(Present)

“Oi!” The snap of Ethan’s fingers forced you to return to the present. “Where were you off to?” He asked, with raised eyebrows. With the lipstick pressed against your lips, you smirked. “I’m sorry…” you replied, “….you were saying?” “I was saying…” Giving you a quizzical look, Ethan continued, “Do you think he was taking the mick?” Concern still evident in his tone.

After the entire recollection, all you could do was smile to yourself. And given the dark red shade that ended up on your lips, your heart seemed to have already decided.

“Honestly, I don’t know…” you said, “Only one way to find out, hmm?”

‘Cool and unaffected’ may have been your exterior. But only you were the witness to your excited self who jumped up and down on the inside.

A man you adored finally wanted to take you out.

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The last long note of the jazz trumpeter was responsible for the storm of applause that emerged in the club, and you certainly were a willing contributor. Though your hands had turned red from the the chaos of the claps, the smile on your face did not seem to fade away. Offering a standing ovation to the musicians on stage, your response seemed to attract the attention of the other customers as well.

“Jazz tickles your fancy, innit?” 
 Ron Kray asked, causing you to sit down shyly. “I admit, it does” smiling, you replied with honesty. “What about boxing?” He continued, “Do you like boxing?”

What was this? A questionnaire, a survey? Was he ticking off certain invisible criteria that you had not laid eyes on? Regardless, you found it all so amusing. Chuckling, you crossed your leg over the other.

“Thanks to me Dad, I do…” You said, straightening your back, “Although he won’t let me attend any games…” you added, looking around with wonder. Esmeralda’s Barn was as amazing as you had imagined it to be, and more. Your eyes did not fail to sparkle from the moment you set foot in this venue, for all that existed, really seemed to posses a touch of glitter.

“This is a really nice club…” You said, looking over to Ron with a smile. With no words in reply, he raised his glass of champagne to you. Inviting you to raise yours in turn. Though conversation was not of the expected frequency, you were enjoying the night with him.

“Well...Hello Hello! What have we here?”

Reggie Kray was full of smiles and cheers, making his way over to your table with a few from the Firm. You were certainly surprised to see how all of them were quite joyous to find you there with Ron. As the chairs were dragged with screeches, a mini party was suddenly held at the comfort of your own table.  

Time flew by gloriously. In the midst of sipping champagne, you eagerly listened to stories told by the Krays, and even some others from the Firm. Stories, that were mostly unfiltered. Nevertheless, they all caused you to laugh so wholeheartedly, even the sides of your stomach began to ache. The jazz music, the stories, the company, all the bare necessities to fill you with happiness. Seeing Ron smile with his mates was definitely a highlight of the evening. If only you could have been responsible for a feat as amazing as that was. If only.

When the Firm finally left the two of you alone, you were in the midst of laughter, hitting the table hard with your eyes closed, upon remembering the dirty joke Reggie uttered a few seconds beforehand.

“Oh!…” you breathed, recovering from the laughter, “I am having such a blast” you said with all honesty, waving to the others before turning to Ron, “Thank you…” you told him, presenting the most genuine smile you could ever portray, as you calmed down to watch the performance on stage.

It was certainly an evening you hoped to remember. Granted, you would have preferred more intimacy with the man sitting next to you. But you did not wish to complain. Not about Ronnie Kray. Being at his presence was a gift itself. The sound of the empty glass landing on the table firmly made you look back at the Kray Twin.Why would he gulp down such a fine brand of champagne in one setting?

“Y/N…” “Yes?” You replied, as you indulged in your own champagne.


“Will you marry me?”

Spitting out the alcohol in a flash, you looked at him with wide eyes, and a dropped jaw.

“W-WHAT?”

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With the Kray Twins claiming the title of Royalty in East End, a scandalous story about them hitting the papers was certainly a stain that was hard to wash off.

Ever since the story of the sex party scandal came to light, featuring popular figures such as Lord Boothby, the curiousity about the sexuality of Ronald Kray had garnered more attention. Along with that, Business with the current clients, found itself to be difficult to be built up, or even being carried on. Awfully desperate to wipe this slate clean, Reggie Kray and Leslie Payne had but one solution.

“Are you out of your FUCKING minds?” 
Ron Kray’s reaction was simply justified, especially when their solution, was for him to marry a ‘nice girl’. Marry? And to a woman?  Rubbing his chin, Reggie looked at his brother.

“Just think about it, Ron…” he said, his hands resting on his hips, “Or else people are going to talk…” “Business ain’t going to be good for us, Ronnie” Leslie added coolly, blowing smoke as he held on to his his cigarette. Looking around at the only two occupants in the pub, E.Pellicci on a Tuesday afternoon, Ron pointed his fork at his twin. “Reg, you’re my brother…” he muttered deeply, “You know better that I never hide my preference…”

“And as your brother…” Reggie said, sitting in front of him, “I know better to have your back before things go fuckin south…yeah?” He added, “Come on! It’s not like you have to fall in love with her…” he smiled, patting Ron’s shoulder “It’s all just for show…”

Looking at one another, a silent conversation had suddenly begun, a silent negotiation more like. Or perhaps was it an eager salesman trying to make a sell to the difficult customer?

Finally, Ron sighed, grunting in acknowledgement. He seemed to have given up. Feeling victorious, Reggie and Leslie nodded at each other with relief.

“You have someone in mind?” Ron asked casually,  resuming to pick at his Eggs Benedict with his fork.

Looking at his brother proudly, Reggie smirked. For he was eager to share his grand plan.

The grand plan that involved their favorite Bakery.

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Relieved you were to have saved your best nightgown for a night such as this one. Your wedding night, to be exact.

Tracing the material with your fingers, you permitted the silk to caress your skin whilst you brushed your loose hair. With Ron still in the bathroom, you had some time to reflect on the whirlwind adventure you had experienced. All in just one week.

Just when the idea of a date seemed ludicrous, a proposal from Ronald Kray was simply unimaginable. He made some fair points, you would admit. How he 'loved you’, and how he ‘wanted no one else but you’. Truthfully, his tone may have seemed monotonous, it could have easily been a tad bit insincere, yet you were certain that was only because he was not like everyone else. For a different aura existed within him, and that being one of the primary reasons you adored him. Some attractions in life could never be explained.

Besides, with you hopelessly in love with him for almost a year, there was no trace of hesitation when you accepted it. Your family did not seem to mind whatsoever. With the Krays and the Firm showing their loyalty to the Bakery, your parents never felt safer and more proud. No wonder you had no difficulty loving Ron Kray all this time. For everything seemed to make complete sense. He may not be the most expressive man on the planet. But that did not bother you, not even the slightest. Confident you were to pull out something new from him. You had never been this certain about anything in your entire life.

The wedding, it was simple yet lovely, including all that you ever hoped for. There was music, there was laughter and there was company at its warmest. The Firm may intimidate the others, but in your eyes, they were the epitome of sincere friendship and family.Just married for a few hours and yet all of them felt like brethren to you.

You jumped out of your thoughts the moment Ron cleared his throat. Coming out of the bathroom, he managed to look robust even in his pajamas.

“Sorry about that…” He said, embarrassingly. Being inside the bathroom for quite a long time, the apology did not seem shocking. You shook your head slowly.

“It’s fine…” You said, as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly walking over, you joined right next to him. You felt giddy, empathizing with a teenager hoping to catch the attention of her senior classmate.

Silence took center stage for brief moment. Almost to the point it grew awkward. You felt your breath quicken in silence as your heartbeat increased along with it. You found it difficult to gain control. But fortunately, Ron began to speak.

“Many people think Reggie is the more beautiful one …” He said, “Do you agree?” He asked, turning his head to face you. With his glasses still on and his hair slicked back, Ron certainly looked too formal for bed. With your eyes on him, you took a deep breath, finally calming down thanks to his inquiry. A proper distraction.

“Well, I won’t lie…” you began,  “Reggie is beautiful…” Ron sighed, “Eh…” as if this was no surprise. “And so are you…” You added, with an extra dose of affection. Which made him look back at you with shock.

“Yeah?You think so?” His query was sincere, to which you nodded, chuckling. 
“Of course…” you giggled, “Why else would I say yes to you?”

Your heart sang when you heard him chuckle in return. It was very rare, his chuckle. A chuckle only heard when the others in the Firm jested. Only then did he chuckle. Until now.

Feeling the softness of the bed on your fingers, you were even more convinced he was not really ready for bed. You wanted him to loosen up. Inching closer, the distance between the two of you finally closed. Suddenly, you felt so brave. Brave enough to make an impression on the feared Kray Twin: your now-husband.

Ron did not flinch when you took his glasses off, for you were as delicate as you could be with it. Neither did he move an inch when your fingers began to affectionately stroke his head, stealthily digging into his hair, pulling his locks out of the constraints of his hair wax. Tonight and for always, he was to be yours, and you were overjoyed.

With his hair falling on the sides of his face, it came to your realization as to how handsome he really was. He was quite underrated, to be honest.

Your eyes quickly fell on to his lips. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, those lips had driven you mad. Lips that could enslave a thousand if needed. You knew for certain of their softness, you had an inkling they were luscious. All you needed was proof. 

Frustration came over you when he kissed you at the ceremony for the first time. Being in the presence of many, the kiss was short. Too short, to be exact. You wondered if he was just shy. Many a doubts came to mind, yet you were too quick to dismiss them. Why would he marry you if not for love? You had no wealth nor mafia connections. So indeed for love, yes?
 Staring at his lips for too long, you felt your heartbeat increase with urgency. You were hungry. With your hands still in his hair, you leaned forward for a taste. Until you felt him grab you by the shoulders, pushing you into bed. With grunts and growls that exited his lips, you realized his preference for lovemaking: Rough.

You gasped when he surprised by climbing on top of you. Pulling down his pajama bottoms in a flash, he rubbed his manhood with intensity whilst spreading your legs wide open, causing your eyes to widen as well. No, not yet! Not this ways!
 “Ronnie Wait!" you cried, " I’m still a virg-”

Your own words were cut off by a loud cry of surprise, feeling your inner lining break with a sharp pain as his shaft finally entered you, for the first time, ever. With your eyes closed, you tried to handle the pain, that disappeared soon afterwards.
 “You’re a…?” Ron croaked, finally realizing the depth of his actions. You nodded slowly. To your surprise, you found the tone of his eyes change. It grew into something that could even be considered sad. Or regretful. That was when you felt your heart melt. What you thought you would get cross, you could not, you did not. All because you loved him too much. 
 Cupping his face so delicately, there were so much you longed to say. Certainly, this was not the best way for a virgin to experience sex. Yet, this was life. But when you cupped his face, you had other agendas at heart. What could those lips offer you?

With his attention tightly held on to, you moved close, finally kissing him the proper way.

You cherished it, every second. At first, it was a peck, innocent and sweet. With the longer peck, followed increased affection that was motivated with every touch. Being braver, you proceeded to lick his lips, only to place your lips over his once again, kissing  him with added pressure, longer than before. Only then, only then did you feel his own lips kiss you back. With his equal reciprocation, it was possibly the best kiss you ever experienced. Moving your hands over to his head, you encouraged the kiss to deepen, moaning into his mouth, as he began to rhythmically move inside you once again.

No clothes were in need of disrobing. Not tonight. For the priority was met. Vulnerabilities were disrobed instead of clothes. Intimacy was displayed instead of the bare frame. You moved along with him, and he was wonderful, fitting so well within you. Pleasure was felt to the core. And to your relief, the kisses did not end so soon. Stealing long, expressive kisses here and there, Ron Kray made love to you until finally the release was met. Groaning, he fell on to the bed right to you.

As you brought your legs together, you felt a sense of wetness in between your thighs. With a swift stroke, your eyes widened by the sight of blood on your fingers.

“Where are you off to?” Ron asked, as you slowly attempted to get off the bed. “Uh….” you struggled, looking at him shyly, ‘The blood…” you said, motioning to the bottom part of the bedsheet stained with red,  “Need to clean ‘em off…I-Ah!” But you were far from it, especially when you were pulled back into it by Ron. Ending up in his arms that wrapped your frame, you rested on you elbows, looking at him confusingly, only to be met with his long kiss. 
 “No rush…” He grunted coolly, bringing you to his chest, “No rush…”

Pleased by your husband's wishes, you complied, savoring the softness and warmth he had surprisingly brought to you.

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“So?..Did you get it over with?”

Reggie asked, the very next morning when Ron made his visit to the E.Pellicci. Sipping on his tea, Ron merely grunted in acknowledgement. Little did he know of the growing curiosity of Reggie Kray and Leslie Payne in regards to the juicy details of the wedding night. Given his usual displeasure in women, they were indeed quite curious about this particular woman. 
 “And...How was it?” Reggie was persistent. Looking up from his cup, Ron found himself staring into the distance. “You know what?" he said, " It wasn’t half bad…She…" he paused, bringing his hand up , "....she is an interesting one” 
 “Is she now?” Leslie asked, chuckling with amusement, "So will there be more that interesting one then?" "Fuck off!" Albert Donoghue’s sudden appearance in the pub caused the trio to quieten with concern. “Reg, Ron…Heads up!” he muttered, as the pub doors swung open dramatically. Along with its dramatic swing, came in a group of men, wielding nothing but iron pipes and shameless grins.

“Congratulations Ron Kray!” One of them called out loudly, “The Richardsons would like to give a little…wedding present…”

Gang wars. What’s there to be said?

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You sighed, sitting comfortably on the sofa, as you continued to apply the medicine over Ronnie’s hand. Just a small brawl, Reggie said, when he brought his brother back home to you. One day after the wedding and you already were forced to face this. Helping you realize all that you were to anticipate in the near future. All as the wife of Ronnie Kray. 
 “So…will this be something usual?” You asked, making him throw you a look, “Just for future reference…” you added defensively. Ronnie looked back at his bruised knuckles.

“Every job has its challenges, yeah?” He began, as you nodded, “I suppose these are mine…” he added,  “…and more…” You chuckled. It was clear when you married him, you married everything about him. So who were you to judge? “Well said, Mr. Kray” you smirked as you were quite impressed,  “There! All done…” you said, staring at his cleaned bruises as you slowly got up, “I’ll just… make you some tea and-Ah!”

He was always the surprise, pulling you back to him. Ever so comfortably, you ended up on his lap. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he brought you closer, making you blush.

“Would you mind just…staying like this?” Ron asked, his tone filled with shyness, all the while looking at you. His words made your eyes warm. And also your heart.

“I would love to…” you said, blushing harder when he took your chin to kiss you. Long and quiet, the kiss was proficient enough to convey enough to your heart and soul.
 “Y/N?” “Hmm?” you hummed, still drunk by his kiss. Pressing his lips together, he inhaled softly. “Do you like…poetry?” Ron asked all the sudden. You could reply with nothing but your bright smile.

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“Oh darling, these are just wonderful…” Violet Kray, mother of the Kray Twins cried with joy as she accepted the basket, filled with warm Loaves of French Baguettes. All from her daughter-in-law. 
“Straight from the oven, Mrs. Kray” She said with pride. Violet scoffed.

“Don’t you dare be so formal, love. Call me Mum…” The matriarch replied, bringing the young woman to an embrace.

“I will, Mum”

All this Ronnie Kray watched, with a surprising sense of satisfaction. The fact that his wife won his mother's heart was definitely a good sign. And as days and weeks went by, Ronnie Kray was coming to terms with what an amazing woman he was forced to marry into.With the fascination of a woman and a man combined, her interests were beyond incredible, fit to make conversation with simply anyone in the Firm. He certainly had judged her too fast before. Just because she worked at a baker, did not mean she was not interesting or amazing.

Apart from conversation, she was sexually surprising as well. Never did Ronnie imagine to feel a sense of pleasure that was never experienced before.  And besides the pleasure, he felt love. Although he had more preference to men earlier, the aura she had given out in the bedroom was what he could not get enough of. Sex with her was just as exciting as sex with a man. With a colorful imagination, she made sure every time to be as unforgettable as the one before.

Watching a somber or serious news telecast would never be boring with her sitting on his lap. Especially when his erect and hungry shaft was buried inside her as she moved in steady rhythm. Holding his head securely, with his face pressed against her neck, he watched her moan, all the while she made her way up and down on his shaft. Impressed he was with her eagerness to be so open minded, even urging his hands to roam around her frame as she unbuttoned her dress from the front. All so that his hands could touch, pull, pinch, tickle and caress every inch of her skin as he pleased while she moved.

“Never knew you had this side to you…” Ron breathed, to which she looked at him. 
“Well, you never asked, Mr. Kray…” she purred, crying out in pleasure soon after, as he tugged her erect nipples.

And before knew it, Ronnie Kray had more appreciation for the female anatomy than ever before. Ever since then, he would spontaneously show off his appreciation with his lips more than ever. The simple favor of undoing an apron may have gone further, merely triggered by the sight of her bare neck, forcing him to unzip her dress, only to let it fall to the floor. All the while he held her, as he took his sweet time, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her skin that his eyes could trace. And with her gratuitous moans and cries filling his ears, he had never felt so proud.

Ever since the wedding, Ron visited the E.Pellicci less. But whenever he did, the pub was filled with cheer.

"We hardly see you anymore, Ron!" “Probably too busy getting hands on with his new Missus!” “Or maybe even busy training her to stay out of his way…” “No! No! He really seems to like her…” "Bugger off, you cheeky fuckers!" Ron would say, with a cigar between his teeth, laughing alongside the mates. All the mates who laughed. All except Teddy Smith.

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You watched the Firm gather around Teddy, all with champagne glasses in hand. "Happy Birthday, Mad Teddy!" Ronnie cried out on behalf of all at Esmeralda's Barn, "May you be as mad as ever!" "To TEDDY!" All cried with cheers.

Teddy Smith flashed his brightest smile. You clapped your hardest, watching the Firm sing their songs of camaraderie. This really should have been just the boys. Why on earth would Ron bring you here?

"I would just ruin the whole mood" you remembered telling him, whilst putting on the earrings a few hours ago. "Fucking nonsense!" he said, as you turned to fix his tie, "The Firm loves you..." he stated as you finished, “Besides… who doesn't want to show you off?" he teased, forcing you to playfully smack his shoulder.

Smiling to oneself at that recollection, you headed towards the restroom while your ears were enlightened by jazz musicians who played on stage. Too much champagne had you running off to the loo even before 11pm. But before you could enter the ladies room, you felt someone stand behind you. 
 “Enjoying the party?”

Teddy asked, making you turn to him. You smiled widely. “Oh yes, very much…" you said, "Happy Birthday again Teddy!” you clasped your hands together with a sincere wish. He was the adorable brother you never had.

Except he merely scoffed with disgust. 
 “You think you have all of us figured out, aye?” He asked, displeasure very evident in his tone. Confused, your eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Taking one more step towards you, he folded his arms.

“Do you really think the great Ronnie Kray…married you, for love?”

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With your pulse running high, you quickly turned on the sink tap in the ladies washroom, letting the water run as you moistened the mouth with some. You hoped it would calm you down, but it did not.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you watched yourself take deep breaths. Each breath in a dire need to to help you take in the information you just received from Teddy.

Also known as the truth.

He disclosed it all, Reggie’s desperate plan to save his brother's reputation, and how that plan mainly included marrying you. Rumors of his bisexuality you were familiar with, yet you never expected that to be true. Not after everything you had experienced with him. And you did not expect to hear all of that from Teddy, the man who claimed to be Ronnie's former lover. 
 “You’re nothing but a bloody cover up…” You remembered him saying. Chuckling with pride, he continued to taunt you: “How do you know where on earth he fuckin ends up, after you fall asleep?” he continued, “Face it, love! You’re nothing but a public please-”

“Stop it!” You cried out, covering your ears with an innocent plea, storming into the Ladies Room. Bringing you back to where you were now.

A fool, You felt like a fool. How could you have been so blind? You should have not come here. You should not have said yes to anything Ronnie had asked of you. More importantly, You should not have loved him in the first place.

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He always had her in his sights, no matter how busy he was with the Firm in the party. With her been in the loo for too long, Ronnie was getting impatient.

The moment she was within his sights he felt relief, except that was robbed from him once again when he watched her leave the club with a possible look of dejection.

It worried him, infuriatingly. He followed her, tried to at least through the crowds in the club. And Teddy Smith was the biggest hurdle of all, bumping into him as he came from the same corner as she did. 
 “Why is she leaving?” Ron asked him. Teddy however, was silent, enraging Ronnie even further, “Answer my fuckin question!”,he said, pulling him by the collar. Teddy however looked far from upset.

“Cause she doesn’t belong here…" he said, "...she never belonged with us, Ronnie…” he added with dedication, “Forget about her…” his breath felt seductive, running his hands over his clothed chest. Ron was immune to it surprisingly. He was far from aroused.

“You fucking bastard!” He yelled, pushing him away,  “I’ll get you next time!” pointing at him, “Wankers!” Ronnie cried out, leaving the club. Passing him by, Reggie appeared quite confused. 
“Ron…what’s going on?” He called out to his brother, who clearly ignored him. Reggie turned to Teddy, finally sensing the reason for this contradiction. Shaking his head, Reggie Kray sighed. “Teddy, …the fuck did you do, mate?”

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“Come on! Come on!” You prayed, turning the dial of the numbers frantically as you stood inside the telephone box. You hoped someone would answer your call, you hoped someone would come to pick you up. But your hopes were in no luck for consideration. “FUCK!” You yelled at the phone frustratingly. Clearly, it was not like you to swear like this in the open. Has his habits rubbed off on you?

“Y/N!”

And just like that, you turned to find Ronnie standing outside the booth. “No!" you shook your head immediately, "Go! Leave me alone!” you cried out, putting the phone down. “Y/N…” Ronnie began, “What the bloody hell you doing?” “Avoiding you, that’s what!” You snapped. 
“Let me in…” he demanded. “No!
“Let…me…in” his demands were repeated, through gritted teeth, leaving pause with each word, which truthfully scared you. Left with no choice, you opened the door, allowing him to enter, and lock it right behind him.

With such little space between the two, you felt uncomfortable for the very first time. If it were a mere few days ago, you would be finding any excuse to be wrapped around him, just to listen to him grunt, to listen to him moan, to listen to him chuckle.

“What did Teddy tell you?” He inquired in seriousness. Averting your gaze, you kept silent for a few seconds before you finally answered: “The truth…the whole truth and nothing but the truth…”
“Never knew you could be snarky”
“Well, you never asked…”

Your banter with him, it was such a lovely surprise. Which made this even more disappointing.

“I’m not even angry…I’m..." you paused, "I'm hurt” you said, feeling your nose grow sour, “I may not be smart as any of you. But I'm no fool…” you added, involuntarily sniffing, “I’m not foolish enough to stand by when someone plays with my emotions” with your hands on your hips, you tried to gather your self, “I don’t…I don’t think anyone has ever loved you the way I did" you said, making Ronnie open his mouth slowly, “It was silent, but it was strong. For many years. I never cared that you were a gangster, I never even cared of the other foul things they said about you.” you continued, “But if you were to tell me, this was all just for show and nothing…was ever…real-I…I don’t understand” you struggled, taking a step closer to him, his cigar smell strong in his coat, “Was none of it real?” you asked, “Our conversations? Our kisses?" you paused, taking a deep breath, "... Every single time we made love…Were they not real?”

A single tear trickled down your cheek by the end of that question. And with your question, you expected a well deserved answer. You think you earned it after all this. Yet, Ronnie did not answer. Staring at you, he merely stood there pondering. Disappointed, you did not know how to cope with this. Sighing symbolized your surrender, and you turned to leave with a heavy heart.

Until he grabbed your wrist with a grip hard as iron. 
 “If you know me well.…" he began slowly, "You would know very well that I am a difficult man to deal with” he said softly, yet he remained feared. You gulped, not knowing what to anticipate. However, his grip loosened soon after. Instead he held your hand gently.  
 “You're right..." He began, “It was just for show, yes. In the beginning. At the bakery, at the jazz club…” he said, making your stomach clench, “I had to, it was the plan…”

So that was it, It was the truth. You were being strung along all just for show. Your feelings felt used, like a wet cloth being wrung so tight there was no water left.

“But not anymore…” Your eyes widened upon hearing his words. Looking up, he looked at you. His hold on you tightened, yet not with pain. But warmth instead.

“I…” he paused, “...I think I love you" he gulped, "And I don’t want to lose you…ever” he said, tracing his tone to comprise of softness and vulnerability. A thick liquid of warmth began to pour down on to your heart. You wanted to accept it wholeheartedly, except it was blocked by a lid of doubt. 
 “What about Teddy?" you asked coldly. 
“Oh! He’s a jealous faggot! But he means well…” Ronnie said in a matter of fact tone, forcing you laugh out loud. He certainly could make you smile always. That Ronnie Kray. 
 “He loves you, I can tell…” you said, feeling envious to the core. 
“Well, it’s a pity now…” Ronnie said, driving that jealousy away. Yet you were still not convinced. "How can I believe you?" You inquired, still realizing your hand was being held, "How can I sure absolutely sur-“

Your words were cut off when Ronnie Kray pulled you to him for a passionate kiss. And your lips did not hesitate to hold back at all. Though your mind was the provider of that lid of doubt, your heart was the one pouring that warmth, and it seemed like it was stronger. Lips were happy to be reunited once again, opening to each other so that the tongues could play their usual dance. You moaned involuntarily as you felt his hands grab you by the buttocks, pulling them up whilst you both kissed. But your mind was not impressed, not yet. This was just too easy.
 "Ronnie..." you said, pulling away, “..that's just cheap-”

"This! This is what I want...for the rest of my fucking life..." he snarled, but with meaning, "I may get arrested, I may even go to fucking jail..” he said, "But this…” he paused, “I don't want this to change. Ever" Positively moved, you chuckled. “Well said, Mr. Kray”

You admitted, lips not holding back when Ronnie fully kissed you once again. Never did you expect a man like Ronnie Kray to be this way.

As he kept kissing you with all his heart, you wondered. Did you really pull something out of him to change? Would a better version of himself be a possibility because of you? For the moment, none of that really mattered.

For all you needed to remember was your love for him. And from tonight onwards, his love for you.

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Brutus

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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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[iamkatehardy]

Imagine Ron taking care of you when you’re sick.

Request: “ Hey babe! Love the account! I’ve been sick for the past couple of days and I was wondering if you could write a fluff fic with ron taking care of a sick reader thanks!! ♥️🤒🤧 “ by a lovely anon out there!

A/N: It’s just a small imagine, but it has been a busy day  😪 Hope you enjoy it!

At first, it was hard to get used to see your brother hang out with the fucking Krays, but you soon found out that keeping on the right side of them could have its advantages. They weren’t all bad, but definitely the kind of gentlemen that people know better than to mess with. When you finally started hanging around with the twins and seeing the good in them, they were like a second family;  very comfortable to be around.

You went from timid to owning Esmeralda’s Barn in the blink of an eye. Miss (Y/N) Smith, the life of the party; but not that night.

Staggering to the bed, you fell onto your back. You felt feverish, cold, exhausted… Even your head hurt as if you had been hit. Curling up into a ball, you covered yourself with the soft blankets; you tossed and turned, over and over again, but failed to fall asleep. You put your sleep mask on, but it didn’t help either; drenched in perspiration, you put your hands on your head.

“For fuck’s sake.” – You muttered under your breath.

Finally, you fell asleep. It wasn’t a very peaceful sleep, but it was better than being conscious of you runny nose, sore muscles and exploding headache.

Couple hours later you woke up to the door slam and jumped from the bed.

“I told you not to be that loud, goddamn it! Why are you home so early anyway?” – You called out to your brother, putting a pillow over your head, but there was no answer.

All you could hear were heavy, paced steps approaching you, before you felt your bed pressing down, as if someone just gently sat there.

“Are you fucking deaf, Teddy?!” – You growled as you ripped the sleeping mask off. Your eyes widened when you saw it wasn’t Teddy. – “Ronnie?! What are you doing here?!”

“Well, if Mohammed won't go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed.” – He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly on his lap.

“But the most important question here is… How did you get in here? Did my brother give you the key?”

“No. I tried to ask, but…”

“Did you steal the key?” – You crossed your arms under your breasts.

“I borrowed it. It was on the table, within reach of my clever, determined, crafty fingers.” – Ron was visibly proud of his accomplishment.

“ You gangsters’ definition of borrowing matches my definition of stealing.” – You extended your hand, palm up, waiting for him to give it back.

“I just wanted to check in on you, y’know?” – He said, with some indignation. – “Your brother told us you were sick, I had to see you.”

You knew Ron was kind of crazy, but also sensitive and strongly attached to his loved ones, willing to protect them at any cost. A tender smile wobbled on your lips.

“We aren’t getting soft are we?” – After coming closer, you laid your head on his lap.

“Never. A little worried, maybe. ” – Just a hint of a smile formed on his pouty lips. – “When I’m sick, Ma makes me some chicken soup and pie. Y’know, I thought it might make you feel better.”

“I don’t think I have the strength to think, or move, Ron… Let alone cook.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, are you cooking for me?” – You laughed, quirking an eyebrow.

“That would be a fuckin’ disaster and you wouldn’t want that, now, would you?” – Ron gently lifted your head off his lap and got up, setting his glasses on the nightstand. – “I stopped by mom’s house on my way here.”

“Ronnie, you really didn’t have to!”

After he went to get the silverware, he took the food containers he brought.

“It’s not very fancy, but…” – He took the container and the spoon in hand. – “Is as good as we can do right now. I promise I will take you to the most refined restaurant in London, once you recover a little.” – He scooped up the soup and placed it near your mouth. – “Say ahhh.”

“Are you serious?” – You chuckled.

He nodded; you didn’t take long to realize he actually meant it. Opening your mouth, you let him feed you the chicken soup.

After he made sure you ate right, he nestled you in his arms, watching you closely and humming happily.  

When confined within four walls, he was a different man; a Ron that not many could see. He could either be lustful and dominant, or protective and caring, sweet in his unique own way.

“You should go to the club, have fun enough for the both of us, huh.” – You gently squeezed his nose between your knuckles.

“Are you sending me away? Am I such a bad company?” – He straightened up, letting go of you.

“No, I just don’t want you to get what I’ve got.” – You gently traced the veins in the back of his hand with your fingertips.

“I’m Ronald Kray, not even bullets can get to me, let alone a bug.” – Shaking his head, he leaned against the headboard and drew you back to his chest.

“Excuse me if I worry about you, Mr. Badass.” – You buried your face against his broad chest. – “Furthermore, you could be having fun with my brother and the boys, but you’re putting up with me…”

“I’m here because I want to.” – He twirled your hair in his fingers. – “Fun isn’t my priority. Even if it was, how could I ever have fun without you?” – He lifted your chin, tilting your face to his and meeting your gaze.

Your mind and your heart raced even more than usual, as you studied his luscious lips. Before you knew it, he lowered his head and covered your lips with his own, warm and firm; his fingertips dug gently into your soft bare skin, his other hand roaming freely through your hair and your back. In the few seconds the kisses lasted, you felt as if you were floating on air. You pulled away from the kiss, your hands still on his body and your lips still just one inch apart from each other.

“Ron! That was disgusting.”

“I’m sor…”

“Shut up and kiss me.” – Interrupting him, grabbed his collar and pulled him into you.

He rarely took orders from anyone, but he complied with your request in a heartbeat; pulling your hair gently, he kissed you again and again, wrapping his arm tight around you. His kisses were long, slow and lingering. His lips seemed to devour yours and they didn’t belong to you anymore; not as long as he kept giving you the addictive, intoxicating feeling of his touch.

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[tastefullynefarious]

Violent Delights

Chapter 2

Warnings: Still none? Oops.

Word count:  2,018

Note: I’m a little stupid and managed to lose this chapter twice... so like, I wrote this three times, I’m jut sick of it :))) may be a little all over the place. Not sure how well I’ve got across what I wanted... the last time typing this was a drag...

I feel the need to point out that real life Ronnie was bi, so there’s that... also married a few times?

The night was spent twisting and turning in her bed. She told herself for a moment it was because of the full moon, shining through the windows, but there was no reason to lie like that. Her mind was truly infested with thoughts of the man at the bar, from his fingers that were wrapped on his glass and the way they would look on her skin, to those plump lips of his. Would they be soft, or as hard as the rest of him looked? And his eyes! Damn those eyes, piercing through her until they reached her very naked soul.

She groaned and rolled on her stomach, shoving her face in the pillow. She wondered what would have happened had she stayed just a little bit longer. Would have he approached her? Or wait for her to reach him, pull her into his lap, his hand not discretely at all going under her rolled up dress, along her outer thigh. Sleep hadn't come easy that night.

She was not stupid, she knew who the man was. Anyone who lived in East End London for a couple of month like her would have heard something, anything, about the Kray twins. Some of her neighbors have even met them. Most of the stories weren't pretty though, but that was quite alright, wasn't it? She didn't fancy pretty, she ran away from it. The only thing she was weary about was the persistent rumor that he may not have been entirely into women. Could have she completely misunderstood that look he had given her? It was quite possible his eyes hadn't been on her, but on a young man who may have been seated just behind her, old lovers sharing an all-consuming glance. She might have been just an unwanted spectator, caught in the burning flame of their passion, only to be left behind, ever yearning to bask into that warmth again. At least once more!

There was no way of separating truth from fiction, though there was one thing most agreed upon: Reggie had a heart of gold while Ronnie had no heart at all. And she had known instantly under which brother's stare she had been under, be it from the glasses he was wearing or the fact she had seen Reggie once before, when Ron had been still in prison.

Prison!

She looked at her reflection in her small vanity, already setting her makeup for the night; heavy on the lashes to make her eyes bigger. What was wrong with her? On that afternoon she came to a revelation, a truth she had already known deep down, but didn't want to acknowledge: she was drawn to danger and it was not alright at all. But she couldn't help it. The thought that life wasn't a set of domino pieces, fated to perfectly fall one onto another with precision was intoxicating, it was like pure adrenaline pumped into her veins, instantly painting her small world in vibrant colors. Life wasn't perfect, it had ups and downs, beauty and filth, both equally important.

But these were criminals -gangsters - not some handsoe bad boys who could only hurt her pride by cheating. She liked to think she was fairly smart, and while not as beautiful as those Hollywood babes everyone was raving about, she was at least pretty. Still, she doubted her ability to talk or flirt her way out of a messy situation if any of the powerful men at the club would consider her a nuisance. She could turn up dead come morning, body left somewhere in a ditch, her killer never to be found. 'Such a shame. If only she hadn't left her home town', he papers would read.

So was the high worth the risk?

She slipped into the red dress with ease, the garment now new, but the perfect combination of classy and hot: hem barely passing her knees, long sleeves, but bare back, her favorite style. The problem with that kind of danger was that it was a bit like falling airplanes... or cancer. It was something very scary and very real, that you didn't quite take seriously until it was happening to you. People still traveled by plane and most did little to prevent the disease without reason. She gave herself one last look into the mirror she was ready for the night. Puling a coat over her shoulders and grabbing her purse, Trudy left her apartment with haste, before she could change her mind the millionth time that day.

The air was colder than the night before, a chill running down her spine despite her coat. Each step brought her closer to the club and with each step the excitement was bubbling more and more inside her. Questions were forming and were already replaced with new ones before she could find an answer to any. Would he even be there two nights in a row? If he was, should she approach him? Was that allowed? Should she try being flirty or try the blushing bride card? Just be herself? First things first, she needed a drink.

Ron had put together all there was about the woman by noon, with the help of Teddy. There wasn't much to her: average family, if only slightly above. Father was a war hero, retiring with a nice amount of money, but nowhere near the toppers in London. Mother was the picture perfect brunch-throwing house wife. An older brother, up to make a name for himself as a doctor. A younger sister still in college.

And then there was her, Trudy Walters, small town girl and middle sibling. Average grades in college, average job, set to marry an average guy. No wonder the poor thing ran away and never looked back, her brain was turning to mush from all the boredom. He flipped another page of the file he'd put together, skipping the information of her current whereabouts, address and workplace, his eyes landing on the picture clipped on the corner. She didn't look much, yet there was just something about her that made his thumb caress the black and white cheek.

"Personally, I don't see what's the fuss about her, Ron." Teddy glanced over his shoulder, his usual chipper voice laced with something else. He had the illogical urge to hide the photo away, despite the younger man being the one to have acquired it in the first place. Those pills they were making him take were surely at fault for his inconsistent behavior.

"I want her." The words slipped his tongue without regard and he cursed himself for revealing something so personal, even if it was just to Teddy. Stupid pills!

"Go get her then."

Ron lifted his eyes towards the bar where Teddy had gestured to, and sure enough there she was, almost as if pulled out of the picture, yet infinity more beautiful. That red dress, somehow proper yet still teasing. He wasted little time thinking his next move as he pounced towards his prey, but once before her, he faltered. He was not as charming as Reggie, nor nearly as handsome. Why would a woman like her accept to talk to the likes of him?

"Hello." Never had the greeting sounded more sinful from any lips, he was sure of it. He had the mind to bend her right there over the bar counter and slam right in her. He had to settle for just sitting in the newly vacated chair, the bloke previously there scurrying away when met with Ron's glare. The woman watched him from between her long lashes, waiting for him to reply. What would Reggie say to a pretty thing like her?

"You look lovely."

"And you look dangerous." Despite the accusation, there was still a smile playing on her red lips. "So what does the notorious Ronald Kray want with little ol' me?" 'Make you scream my name while the entire club watches' was the first thought that came to mind. But the way she said his name gave a momentary pause to the lewd images in his head.

"Ah, so you do know who I am."

"And you know who I am from the looks of it." She tapped a manicured finger on the file he hadn't realized he'd brought along. "Should I be scared, mister Kray?"

"Are you scared, miss Walters?" There was a small pause, the corners of her lips straightening just slightly as she thought it through. Her voice came out low, barely a whisper, the last word turning out into more of a gasp than anything else. It sounded divine.

"A little bit, yeah."

"Good, good. It would have been worrisome if you weren't." He had to look away from her, feeling his restraint weakening. Their mum raised both him and Reggie to be gentlemen, but she was so fucking tempting. Not his usual preference, but she wouldn't have been the first woman he had been attracted to, nor the last. Men were just a little harder to break and he did enjoy a challenge. Her voice brought him back to attention, but he still didn't look at her as he signaled the bartender for his usual drink.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know a whole lot about me, yet all I know is your name."

"What would you like to know?"

"Do you enjoy being a gangster?" There was no need to think about the answer, but he did pause. For someone who knew only his name, she sure asked all the wrong questions.

"Fucking love it." She giggled, and it sounded loudly in hie ears, over the music. She had a nice voice, he decided. It was soft and calm, just like the rest of her looked like. She'd break so easily under him, like porcelain.

"Honest, I like that. You should not have to hide who you truly are for anyone, right?" At that, he sharply turned to look at her again, her words burning deep inside his mind. She jumped slightly in her chair as he caught her staring at his lips, her eyes falling on her lap. He smiled a little, as he continued watching her squirm in her chair under his gaze: the way she crossed her legs, the damn dress caught in the motion revealing a bit more skin, her delicate looking hand brushing her hair behind her ear, her cheek flustered red, so much prettier than in the photo. He might have just pulled her to him, hadn't they been interrupted.

"The meeting is starting in the back. Reg is looking for you." Teddy was besides them before he had a chance to reply anything to the woman. Ron considered being late to the damn thing, but how could he let Reggie face those jackals alone? He was entirely too trusting, his brother. He thought of leaving her there at the bar until the meeting was over, but there was no knowing how long or how well it would go. He found himself once more wondering what his twin would have done.

"Right, Teddy, will you see miss Walters gets home alright?" If he had anything against it, the boy didn't show it. If anything, he looked a little smug.

"Sure, Ron. Come on, darling." She got up without question or complaint and without meeting his eyes. His jaw clenched as she walked past him and he thought she wasn't even going go bid him farewell. But she stopped just within arm's reach and turned, her warm doe like eyes pinning him like daggers.

"Until tomorrow then, mister Kray." And then she left the club with Teddy, but for some reason still popped into Ron's thoughts. He wasn't sure how much of the discussion he followed that night, but made a mental note to talk with Reggie about those pills messing with his mind.

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[pandoras-princess]

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

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

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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[bubblyani]

The Pencil Skirt

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: This idea floated in my head for a while and finally managed to write it. Been missing some Dom! Ronnie Kray. Hope you all enjoy it!

His legs spread wide open, as he guided you towards him. Standing between them, a sense of excitement fluttered when you felt him close his legs on you. And to your surprise, an exhale left his lips in the form of a grunt, the moment his clothed thighs brushed against your own.

He had you, right where he wanted you.

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One hour ago , late afternoon “Ah! Y/N...right on time, as always. Take a seat , love”

Reggie Kray cried out the moment you stepped into the flat. You acknowledged the presence of everyone there with silent greetings and subtle waves.

“Right then lads...” Reggie said while he showed you the free seat he left next to him “...let’s get this sorted”

It was not so long ago, since you joined The Firm to work as their secretary. A boys club it was, sure. And family and friends being firmly against it was a given. But for you, the money was good and you enjoyed the company with all your heart. They were your family too.

Your hands began to smooth down  from about mid-thigh down towards the bottom of the skirt as you sat down. This was obviously the usual practice when sitting down with a skirt. But with the pencil skirt, the process seemed far too pleasing, feeling your own curves through the material before taking your place in the chair.

New and on trend, you treasured the  pencil skirts you owned with love. Classy, elegant and feminine, wearing them brought you confidence.

Confidence in yourself in every way.

As you sat down, you felt a particular pair of eyes watch you with intensity. It was familiar enough to not show surprise.

As always, business was discussed. This time however including a special topic: Attempt on making peace with a rival gang. A meeting was planned today after this. And there had to be contingencies. Legs crossed, you noted them all down in your book, with focus and detail.

And yet, those eyes watched you. Those eyes belonged to none other than Ronnie Kray.

Just as you had your habit to smoothen your skirt before sitting down, the other Kray twin had his. Always sitting right across from you, him staring at you with fascination was simply involuntary. And just as always, his stare would wash over you long enough for you to look up, only to find yourself locked in his gaze.

“Y/N?”

Reggie’s sudden whisper broke your concentration mid-gaze. Leslie Payne had begun talking, allowing Reggie some free time to wonder as to why your hand had stopped moving.  

“You alright?”

Inconspicuously, Reggie whispered to your ear, moving his lips subtle enough a particular person would not read them, “Is Ron giving you a hard time?”

His tone was filled with concern. It was not surprising, since  his brother’s stare was quite noticeable. Your eyes widened.

“No...of course not” you slightly shook your head, turning your head towards him, “...I’m fine, thanks Reg” you whispered back, giving a soft smile.

Of course you were fine. But what Reggie did not need to know was your deep curiosity.

How you were dying with curiosity of when his brother’s stares will finally end, with something more.

His stares never made you uncomfortable, for it simply fueled your desire for him enough more than it was the first time you laid eyes on him.

You wished you understood the language his eyes spoke, for you'd be an enthusiastic conversing partner. But that was all a part of your curiosity.  So, you kept writing as the men continued.

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An hour later

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you returned to the living room. Everyone had left, except for Ronnie.

Nervously, you cleared your throat.

“Where is everyone?”

“They all left...” Ronnie said, putting out his cigar while he sat on the armchair, “I promised Reggie we would meet him at the pub after”

The meeting, you remembered. Of course.

Embarrassment came over you when you realized you made a Kray twin wait for you until you were ‘powdering your nose’’. And the fact it was Ronnie made it worse.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kray....”You said, looking down.

Silence filled the room while you got your things ready to go.

“You know...I’ve always thought you looked good!”

You froze. 

As long as you have known him, Ronnie Kray had never complimented you before.

Until today.

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him. Suddenly this seemed to be the most tense moment you’ve ever encountered.

“Beautiful...yeah” Ronnie began,  “I’ve always thought you were beautiful” he said in a convincing tone, “but...you in that skirt...fuckin hell!” he scoffed, “It’s something else...you look so good” He said, holding out his hand.

When he held out his hand that way, with eyes that demanded you to hold it, you knew defiance was not a wise choice. And you did not want to after all.

“So fucking good...I couldn’t get my fuckin mind off it” He growled.

Hips swaying as you walked towards him, you swore this was merely your imagination. For you couldn’t comprehend any of this.

At last , he had spoken. And you needn’t be curious anymore.

The touch of his hand on yours sent shivers down your spine, and blushes up your cheeks.

His legs spread wide open, as he guided you towards him. Standing between them, a sense of excitement fluttered when you felt him close his legs on you. And to your surprise, an exhale left his lips in the form of a grunt, the moment his clothed thighs brushed against your own.

He had you, right where he wanted you.

And with a swift movement, you felt him place both hands on the back of your thighs, caressing the material of your pencil skirt.

“Genius....innit? This skirt...” he said, in a low tone, transfixed in you.

Starting from the hem, his hands traveled upwards, slowly indulging every inch of you skin through skirt until they reached mid thigh. And then they traveled downwards, repeating the process to his pleasure.

His touch, it made you wince, it made you moan softly. It claimed his power over you, even though he still remained to be seated. “Don’t look away!”Ronnie said, “Look at me!” He commanded, when he noticed your involuntarily need to close your eyes in response.

With much bravery, you gazed back at him.

Finally, you found yourself understanding his language. And you knew, a few minutes more of his silent conversations, would surely drive you to the point of heated arousal, that will not fade so quickly.

“Mr. Kray....” you began.

“Ronnie...” he corrected.

“Ronnie...” you amended, eyes not leaving his as he slowly got up,“I’m afraid we’re going to be late-Ah!”

A gasp was inevitable as you felt him cup your buttocks firmly. Faces only centimeters away, his heated breath fell on your face.

“Well...” Ronnie began, pulling you closer till your body was finally pressed against his.

“....Then I guess they’ll have to just fucking wait...till I’m fucking done with you!” ___________________________________________

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Rosy

may i ask for something like Reggie finds Ron and you kissing sweetly and he is like o.O and ron gets embarrassed and you are like 😍😍 cause you can't believe you're in love w this teddy bear

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Red. It was the color of passion. It was the raw, blinding color you saw in moments of intense heat. It was the color that stained your boyfriend’s cheeks when you complimented him. It was the tint that circled your swollen lips after hours of kissing. The color of racing hearts. Cherry chapstick. Mingling tongues. Angry stares.

Ron was stood in the corner with his elbow laid out on the sticky countertop. The bar was drenched in spilled liquor and toppled over glasses, waiting to be tilted upright. He sent a glare toward the dishes, too annoyed to pick them up himself, so instead he merely stared. His fingertips drummed against the counter hollowly, beating against it repeatedly and without fault in its rhythm. He casted a glance toward the drunk guests that weaved between one another and danced clumsily around the room. Each and every person in the club was pumped full of the addicting alcohol and as he watched the laughing idiots, he couldn’t help but to pity them. They looked so pathetic, he decided, as he watched men roar with laughter and women bat their eyelashes toward blokes who were clearly uninterested. Alcohol made people stupid and stupid people got on his nerves.

A heavy grunt left his lips, a sound drowned out by the noisy music in the room. He ran his tongue over his lips before turning away from the noisy occupants and instead completely toward the counter.

His twin brother, Reggie was stood on the opposite side of the counter, dishing out cups of ice for thirsty consumers. Usually neither of them tended the bar, but tonight, Reggie felt a bit generous and wanted to be more involved. Ron watched as ice cube after ice cube was placed in a cup before that cup was given to whoever had requested it. He was bored, completely and utterly ready to go home. The man use to find entertainment in hanging out with the lads, but that no longer mattered to him.

He use to enjoy toying with the boys that worked for them. Using them as much as possible. But he never truly loved them. He’d just cared for them when need be. His blue eyes fell to the counter, sticking to it like the liquor did. But they didn’t matter anymore — not since he’d met you.

“Your girl’s here.” Reggie informed his brother before pointing toward the door.

Ron didn’t hesitate before craning his neck around so he could look in your direction. You rarely ever stopped by the club. You were similar to Ron in a sense of hating crowds. Especially overly loud ones with people who wanted to convince themselves they were much drunker than they actually were. The red dress you wore embraced your body snugly. It twinkled beneath the bright lights in the room, shimmering because of the sparkles that bordered the entirety of it. And it didn’t take long at all for you to spot him. Your pretty painted lips curved upward, a delicate smile sent directly in his direction.

Reggie moved out from behind the counter to tend to Albie who’d requested his presence earlier, so as he slipped away from the bar just as you moved between the crowd and headed toward your boyfriend.

He always looked so handsome at work, dressed down in a smart suit. Tonight he wore black. Solid. No pinstripes. The white collar that bordered his jacket was from the button down under his blazer and he looked sickeningly attractive. Ron lifted his fingers to his glasses, pushing the frame up and along the curvy bridge of his nose as he watched you approach. Everyone else in the room faded away and all he saw was you.

Your small hand extended toward his when he was within reach and he wasted no time at all before locking his fingers around your own and guiding you into him completely. Your hands lifted to his strong chest, laying against his warm skin as you stared up at his features.

“Evening.” He uttered hoarsely.

“Good evening, Mr. Kray. Are you having a good night?” You inquired breathily. He bit his cheek briefly.

“It’s much better now, innit.” He murmured before placing his large hand on the curve of your hip. His thick fingers were strong on your waist, tender but firm as he drew you forward and toward him, no shyness in how close he held you to him.

“Such a charmer, you are.” You smiled playfully before moving your hand to his cheek. Tracing his warm, soft skin, you sucked in a deep breath before using the height of your heels to assist you in reaching your boyfriend’s lips. You’d been waiting all day for a kiss and you’d be damned if it’d be delayed any longer. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you drew him forward and toward you so your mouths could connect.

Ron never kissed you in public. It was too dangerous. Too unknown. What if someone dangerous saw? But in that moment he found it too hard to care. His stomach twisted with delight and his heart hammered with excitement. His mouth slanted perfectly against yours, opening and closing at just the right pace. You hummed out breathily, always in shock by how good something so simple felt. Your arms wound around his shoulders, refusing to part with him. He tasted so good. He kissed so good. He made you feel so good.

“Jesus, can’t the pair of you get a room?” Reggie’s voice cut into the mix. It was an instant mood killer. Ron drew back sharply, as if your lips had been burning his own and when you looked toward his twin, it was only to shoot daggers at him. Ron was red in the face, blood boiling and stomach twisting from frustration. All he saw was red. You wouldn’t have been surprised if all hell broke loose, but Ron managed to keep himself cool.

Reggie was baffled. You could see that as you ogled him. He knew that the pair of you were dating, but he didn’t know you were that close already. He’d never seen his brother kiss anyone before so the sight was a bit.. shocking. He folded his arms over his chest stiffly before looking toward Ron with a confused expression. He knew that the pair of you were serious, but this serious? Serious enough to kiss in public and expose your relationship to everyone?

Ron Kray had red cheeks and shuffled his weight like a child who’d just been told off as he lazily messed with the glasses on his face. He looked so pathetically innocent in that moment — so deceiving. He couldn’t drag his eyes off of the floor as he tried to swallow down the ebarassment he felt at being caught. You fidgeted too, though your wiggling was from impatience. You wanted to kiss him again.. so you didn’t wait much longer before slinking closer to your handsome man. You stepped closer to the front of your boyfriend before swallowing thickly. Gently grabbing ahold of the front of his smooth tie, you lugged him down and forward in order to lock your lips together, staining his pink lips red.

Reggie lifted his hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the sight. A low growl left his lips, a sound warning his brother to find a different space to kiss you in, but the sound Ron set free was enough to make Reggie back off. He wasn’t moving this time. And he wasn’t breaking the kiss. You’d given him the confidence he needed as your mouth opened unashamedly against his, arms curling around his middle this time as you lazily began to sway to the soft music.

A grumpy Reggie moved around the pair of you, unsure of how to process the fact that his brother was in a stable relationship before he was. He took it upon himself to wipe down the counters and clean up the dishes in order to avoid looking anywhere but at the gross scene of his brother making out with you.

Ron, on the other hand, was beginning to lose the rosy color in his face. His skin returned to its normal tone and his arms wrapped around you more securely, kissing you deeper and deeper as each second ticked by. It was a lovely surprise having you stop by the club, and after today, he hoped you’d do it a lot more often.

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[hardyimagines]

All Yours

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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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Sick

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Hey, I don’t mean to pester, but I’m sick today and was wondering if you could write a blurb of reg and ron taking care of a sick!reader please ♥️♥️ Thanks so much

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“Reg, she’s still running a fever. I don’t think some hot soup is going to cure her.” Ron growled. His fingers curled around the glass bowl on the counter that was still cooling down. The steam that rose from the top of the food was enough to make Ron worry further. It didn’t make much sense to give someone something hot, and impossible to eat, whenever they were already burning up.

Reggie was sat on the sofa beside your hip, fingertips lazily tracing your tummy as he studied you. Sweat coated your forehead so he brushed it away, but it was only moments later when the droplets returned. He lifted his gaze toward the white-painted doorway, inspecting the light that poured from the room. He couldn’t see Ron, but he could hear him clearly. “Mate.” Reggie exhaled heavily, voice tinted with slight annoyance. “Why the fuck would the doctor,” He stood, fingers grazing your hip. “recommend for her to eat soup, yeah, if that was only going to make her sicker than she already is?” Reggie’s brows were drawn together, forehead creased with evident lines. You struggled to turn your head, small hand lifting to wrap around Reggie’s.

“He’s only looking out for me.” You reminded the man before sitting up slowly. The pain in your head seemed to spread throughout the entirety of your body. “You both are, and I appreciate it, but I can make my own soup..” Your hand lifted to your aching head. “I’m alright, really.” Your attempt to prove your words true was a huge fail. Swinging your legs over the side of the sofa to stand up and waltz into the kitchen to retrieve your bowl of food, you made it to your feet, but your body went light and your legs gave out. Reggie was alert, instantly stepping forward in order to lock his arms around your waist and prevent you from crashing against the hardwood floor.

“Alright, yeah, I see that.” He frowned before slowly helping you back into a seated position on the sofa. His hand lifted to your forehead, slowly brushing your strands away from your eyes as he stood beside your bent knees. It was a very comforting gesture and you could feel some of the tension and throbbing fading away beneath the warmth of Reggie Kray’s palm.

Ron made his way into the living room, hands cupped around the base of the oval shaped bowl. He was careful with his movements, footsteps steady so as not to spill any of the meal on the ground as he approached the sofa. Setting the dish on the coffee table, he looked toward you. Your eyes were droopy, bags lining the undersides. Your cheeks looked sunken. He could tell you still didn’t feel any better — not even after receiving some medicine from the doctor. You’d already had as much of it as you could for the day and it didn’t seem to be helping too much. Ron lowered himself down on one side of you and Reggie took it upon himself to drop down on the other. Both men had their gazes fixated on you, scrutinizing you, searching for some way to help you further. You leaned forward and grasped the spoon that was drowning halfway in the bowl. Stirring it around lazily, you inhaled shakily. Your body felt so weak and you didn’t know what to do about it. You just wanted to lay down, but when you did that then you felt nauseous. There was no winning.

Ron placed his hand on your back, fingertips lazily dragging along the length of it. “That’s alright then?” Ron inquired, soft eyes moving along your features as you lifted the spoon to your lips to smell the soup. Your lips twitched, curving upward in the slightest as you blew on the hot liquid, cooling it more so. Reggie wore a frown of concentration, elbow propped up on his knee and cheek buried in his palm. His eyes drifted to his brother and they exchanged a short glance before both looking back to you when you took a bite. The hot liquid soothed your sore throat and your hum of approval was music to their strained ears.

“It’s very good, thank you.” Your voice was breathy, coated in appreciation. Looking toward Ron, your eyes slipped between his shimmering orbs. They glistened with concern. You wanted to kiss him to show him just how grateful you were, but passing your illness onto one, or both, of the Kray’s didn’t seem ideal. You lifted your hand to his cheek, tracing the smooth skin lazily. Ron’s cheeks went red, warm from your words, but burning from your touch. He craned his neck and pressed a firm kiss against your palm. The sofa creaked as he stood.

“I’ll be back, yeah, need to clean up the kitchen.” He fixed the glasses which were beginning to slide down the bridge of his nose. Nudging them back up and into place, he inhaled deeply before rotating and heading back into the kitchen. He made his way to the stove and lifted the hot pot from its place, before cutting on the hot water so he could rinse the dish and rid of any sticky remnants from your food.

You looked toward Reggie as he laid his hand on your lower back. He began to soothingly rub away the little aches that tugged on your muscles and chewed at your bones as you ate. Trembling, you set the bowl down on the table and shakily continued to eat your soup by only focusing on holding the silver spoon opposed to the entire heavy dish. Reggie could see instantly that something was wrong. The little spasms and shakes in your movements told him that you were freezing despite the sweat droplets that lined your skin. Added to the fact that you felt frail and fragile.

The frown on his lips was still in place and remained there until his fingers ran up and along your back to find the base of your neck. “I think a bath would make you feel better, babe.. right, want me to go run you one?” His fingers traced the swollen sides of your jugular, kneading them delicately. You tipped your head to the side before sucking your bottom lip in and giving a gentle nod. Turning down his offer meant that he would only search for some other form of treatment — and a bath actually did sound very nice. Lifting the spoon so that you could finish up with your meal, you smiled beneath Reggie’s lips as he kissed your head before watching him go.

The sound of his boots on the stairs flooded the house, banging in your ears like a stick against a drum. Rising on very shaky and unreliable legs, you scooped up the bowl of devoured soup and made your way back into the kitchen so you could clean up your mess. Ron was oblivious to your entry, back to the doorway as he scrubbed at the filth with the worn and torn sponge. His muscles were barely visible through the white button down he wore, body shaking vigorously with the harsh movements from his arm. Approaching him from behind, your nails traced the length of his spine before you reached around him and set your bowl and spoon under the running water.

“Finished already?” He inspected the bowl. “Jesus, you must’ve been hungry.” He squirted a little bit of soap into the dish to let it soak for a moment before he twisted around to peer down at your very close form.

“Mh, Reggie’s running me a bath, so I guess I got excited.” Staring up at the handsome bloke, the nails you’d had on his back were now lazily caressing the front of his chest. Your fingertips pinched playfully at the buttons on the material before moving to his belly, stroking it absentmindedly.

He grunted in response to your words before reaching behind him in order to turn off the running water. “Well, you’d best get up there before the water gets cold.” He set his hand on your hip and nudged you lightly toward the door. Fisting your hand in his shirt, you tugged him along with you.

“Aren’t you coming?” The question was light, not pressuring in the slightest. Ron almost smiled. The man lifted his hand to his face and rubbed the length of it down, swiftly hiding the almost twitch of his lips. His hand remained in place on your hip before he once more ushered you toward the door, but this time followed along behind you.

Reggie was perched up on the side of the tub. His feet were planted flatly against the cream colored, fluffy rug beneath his shoes. He shuffled his boots lazily as he hunched over the full tub in order to cut off the running water. His black suit jacket was discarded, folded messily on the sink, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his forearms. He kept dipping his fingers into the water to ensure that it wasn’t going to burn your sensitive skin and he’d come to the conclusion — three times — that you’d be fine. His enchanting eyes lifted to the creaky wooden door in the corner when it opened noisily. The hinges groaned beneath the soft pressure of your palm. You sent Reggie a warm grin, one that told him you were appreciative for what he’d done.

Ron moved to the sink, leaning against the platform as he let you move toward the bath. The thin fabric of your nightgown didn’t do much keeping you warm so both men knew you were eager to submerge yourself in the water. You laid your hand on Reggie’s shoulder and hunched over in order to test the water. He was wearing an expression of cockiness, one that told you he’d done all the checking necessary. The damp part of your fingers grazed his shoulder before you lowered your hands to the bottom of your attire and swiftly lifted the fabric. Dragging it off of your body, you reminded yourself that being nervous was pointless. Course anyone in their right mind would be frazzled under the stare of one Kray twin, let alone both. You discarded the dress on the floor beside your feet and without hesitation, lifted your leg over the side of the basin and lowered yourself down into the water. A heavenly sigh escaped your lips as soon as the warm bath soothed your aching muscles.

Reggie and Ron were transfixed on your expression. You were glowing, and it wasn’t from the sweat. Your lips were parted in the slightest, eyes drooped closed calmly and head tipped back revealing your neck to them. Reggie had a better view because of where he was sat, but Ron leaned to the side in order to get just as good of a view. Both gazes were curious, raking along your body to familiarize themselves with the skin their fingertips were already acquainted with. You opened one eye when you felt their stares lingering.

The heavy intake a breath that escaped you made them both straighten. “Thank you both for helping me,” You whispered, other eye opening in order to scrutinize the twins that stood before you. Everything they’d done the last few days in order to nurse you back to health could’ve easily been done yourself, but you weren’t complaining. Why would you? Two handsome fellows wanted to look after you and you were expected to turn them down? That was laughable. Leaning up in the tub, you placed your arm on the side of the bath, fingers grazing the outer part of Reggie’s thigh. Ron stepped forward so he could join his brother on the ledge of the tub and when he did, you couldn’t help but smile toward your handsome boy’s. “I’d give you a kiss if I wasn’t contagious.”

“I think that’s a risk, right, that we’re both willing to take, innit?” Reggie was already leaning over and into the tub and your weak attempts to halt him did barely anything. Laying your hand on his chest, you curled your hand in the front of his shirt with a quiet giggle and tried to keep him away, but he managed to dip his head and steal the softest peck.

“Reggie!” The aches in your body were impossible to feel as your laughter overrode all the pain you’d felt earlier. Standing up so the man could no longer take another kiss, you set your hand on his shoulder. “Quit it.. I don’t want to make you ill.”

Ron was fixated on the water droplets that raced along your body. His eyes flashed with amusement before he looked to Reggie. He didn’t blame his brother. Being sick was worth it if that meant they got a kiss. His arms folded when you stuck your lower lip out and looked to him for help. “I’m afraid I’ve got to side with Reg, yeah, it’s a risk I’d take too.” Your lower lip stuck out further.

“You’re both insane.” Leaning over, you splashed the both of them with handfuls of water before settling back down in the tub. Neither of them were too happy with the wet spots that now stained their clothes, but they didn’t verbally complain either. Ron reached into the tub to give you the exact same treatment, splashing you with some water. You gasped sharply before narrowing your eyes toward him. Challenging him would probably make you feel sick again. Rest was recommended and attacking him with water didn’t fall into that category. Slinking forward to retrieve the bar of soap, you grasped ahold of it before beginning to wash your body. The white bar left a trail of white along your skin, sticky and drying the longer it sat. You hummed absentmindedly as you let the bar slide along every inch of your skin. Reggie looked toward Ron, his brows twitching, silently wondering how the pair of them had gotten lucky enough to have someone as beautiful as yourself. Ron shrugged his shoulders before looking back in your direction. The clear water was becoming murky the longer you sat in it and the more soap that filled it. He looked toward your hands. Your skin was becoming pruny.

“Alright.” He stood. “Time to get out.” The man moved to the corner to retrieve the red towel that was folded neatly on the tall shelf by the door. He pinched the soft cloth before swiftly opening it so he could wrap it around your body. You remained seated in the tub, upper half of you shivering at just the thought of leaving the warm water. You bit your bottom lip hesitantly before beginning to squirm in the slightest. Ron gave you a look before stepping closer, arms extended and towel opened even wider. “Come on, you’ll be warm as soon as you’re in this.” He shook the material.

Reggie grasped your hand, finger gliding along the top of your wet skin. Helping you up and out, his hand fell away from yours only once Ron had trapped you in the towel. He wrapped you up snugly before drawing you into his chest to add even more warmth. His hands slid along the length of your back as he leaned in and pressed his warm, pink lips against your forehead. It wasn’t on fire like he’d expected it to be and that was an immense relief. You didn’t have a fever.. maybe the soup and bath really were helping, and maybe the medicine was kicking in. He began to back up, blindly reaching behind him to open the door and lead you out into the hall.

Reggie halted in the bathroom. Letting the water out of the tub, he withdrew his wet hand and set the stopper on the side. Rising, he wiped his hand on a dry towel and tidied up the dirty clothes and dried the wet floor. He knew when he returned to the bedroom, you’d be curled up on the bed, waiting to be sandwiched between them.

Ron was sat on the left side of the bed, glasses now sitting on the side table as he watched you under a studious stare. You assured him that you could get ready on your own, but that didn’t mean he would take your word for it. He let you dress yourself, but he was ready to jump from his position and help you if you felt too weak to stand. His eyes moved along your form as you rolled the pink fabric of your nightgown over your head and shoulders. The material fell along your body, outlining your curves. He focused briefly on your breasts before they were hidden by the thin cloth.

You inhaled deeply before removing the towel from your hair. Flipping your locks to help quicken the drying process, you tossed the damp towel into the bin in the corner before moving toward the mattress. Your fingers grazed Ron’s shoulder delicately, using him as a sturdy surface to help you climb into bed. “Are you as foolish as Reggie?” You whispered before letting your heavy body collapse against the sheet. Propping your head up on the pillows, you smiled toward him slowly.

Ron wasn’t stupid. Turning his head, he rotated his body completely before taking his time to lower himself down so that he was laid at your side. His hand brushed along your stomach before moving to your hip, thumb grazing the sharp bone that resided there. “Course I am.” He whispered. His eyes, shimmering with so much care and worry, moved from yours to your lips. “A little sickness won’t kill me.”

“You hope.” You piped up before moving your small fingers along his arm. Lifting your head, you gave him the softest kiss possible since Reggie had stolen one from you in the bathroom. Your fingers lifted to the back of his neck, gliding up to run through his dark locks. He inhaled deeply, breaths deepening the second that his mouth touched yours. He leaned in again, ready to close the space between the two of you, but you turned your head to the side. “No, no, no..” You giggled quietly. “Just the one.. I’d feel so guilty if you got sick just because you kissed me. Please, Ron.” Lifting yourself up in the slightest, your nose bumped his before your arms curled around his neck. Drawing him in for a cuddle instead, you trapped him in place against you. His body molded so perfectly against your own and although it may have appeared that he was crushing you, it was comfortable. His hot breaths tickled the side of your neck and the second they did, his mouth found your throat as well. You opened your mouth to argue that he shouldn’t be messing with you in this manner, but each kiss rendered you speechless. “Ron.” The word was broken. Your hand tightened in his hair, fisting in it. You could’ve shoved him back, but instead your neck involuntarily craned to the side, effectively giving him more access.

Reggie’s footsteps elicited a deep groan from the floorboards, a hollow sound that flooded the entirety of the house. You sighed gratefully. Ron pulled away to look toward the door and as he did, it opened. His twin brother made his way inside, forehead lines visible as his eyes fell on the pair of you. He offered a soft smile before moving toward the bed tiredly. His hands fell to his belt, swiftly unhooking it before he withdrew it from the loops. He set the leather on the bedside table before doing as you’d done and collapsing on his back. He settled down on your right side, hands folding beneath his head before he shut his eyes and crossed his ankles. He sleepily kicked his shoes off, toe of one pressing against the heel of the other. He yawned loudly before squirming in the slightest. You smiled fondly at the child.

Ron kissed your neck once more before slowly rolling off of you. He dropped down at your side before letting out a breathy grunt of content. “I hope you’re feeling better.” He told you gruffly. There was a brief pause, one that held so much silence, you wondered if he was on the verge of sleep. His eyes were beginning to close as he spoke. “Love you.” You looked in his direction. Rolling closer to him so you could give him a lingering kiss on the lips, your hand met his cheek, slowly caressing it as you bid him goodnight.

“I love you too..” You felt him smile against your mouth as you spoke into the liplock, but the second the kiss came to an end, he pressed his lips together in a straight line and pretended to be too sleepy to let the smile show. You kissed his nose before rolling back on to your back and listening to their deepening breaths. Your stomach fluttered to life, butterflies flapping their wings seemingly angrily in your tummy — you felt sick because of how much you cared about him.

Ron was the first to fall asleep. His snoring made it clear. The deep rumbles that left his nose and filled the room sounded as if you were sharing your bed with a bear. You inhaled deeply, fingers curling in the duvet to drag it up and over his body. Rolling him on to his back instead of his side, you smiled slowly when the snoring softened in the slightest.

“Doesn’t help much, does it?” Reggie’s deep voice met your ears. You gasped sharply at the suddenness of his words. Looking over your shoulder toward the man, you squinted.

“You scared the hell out of me.” Dropping back down against the pillows, you shrugged before folding your arms. “It helps a little..” you offered. Reggie hummed mockingly before rolling on to his side. It was his turn to cuddle up to you. The man’s arm looped around your waist, hand hooking around your hip so he could drag you into him. He smelled musky and inviting, so your head rolled toward him, nostrils flaring and nose twitching. “What is it with you two? You can’t kiss me for a few days and now.. you’re starved.” Tracing his bottom lip with the tip of your finger, you inhaled deeply, eyes searching his.

His brows twitched. “I don’t know about Ron, but I’m always looking for some kisses from you. You’ve, right, you’ve been drained for the past few days, so neither me nor my,” He looked toward the slumbering bear. “beautiful brother wanted to bother you.” He looked back down at you, breaths deep and long.

You smiled evidently before locking your arm around his neck. “If you get sick, don’t come crying to me.” You whispered before closing the space between the pair of you. Your lips locked with his as perfectly as they locked with Ron’s. It was strange. They were similar, but they had significant differences — and those differences should’ve made one of them mold less perfectly against you, but as Reggie lifted his body so that he could rest on top of you, you found no flaw. Opening your legs, your hands moved to his sides, losing yourself in the kiss he gave you. Both of you knew that Ron was the heaviest sleeper, and even if he did wake, he wouldn’t care about what the two of you were doing. Losing yourself in Reggie’s touch, you seeped further and further into the man’s touch, each one of your shallow breaths growing hotter and heavier.

This would go on until Reggie tried to slyly roll your dress up and get his fingers between your thighs, but just because you were letting him kiss you didn’t mean you were going to sleep with him. You bit his tongue playfully, but hard enough to warn him not to try and go any further. His kisses grew slower, softer, sleepier and they continued on like that until he whispered against your lips.

“I love you.” His confession made your insides burn. You were fully aware of the fact, but it would never fail to make you feel all fuzzy and shy. Kissing him once more, you watched him as he rolled off your body and snuggled into the pillow.

“I love you too.” You reminded him before setting your hand on his chest. Caressing his stomach slowly, your heavily beating heart thumped noisily against your rib cage as you settled down for sleep. Ron’s body molded against your back and your front molded against Reggie’s side. This was your typical sleeping position, and one that left you feeling extremely snug.

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Morning came quicker than any of you would’ve liked. The sun was high, beaming down on rooftops and shining through windows that had the curtains already drawn. You woke with a clear throat, a fine head, and no pain in your body whatsoever. Grinning like a child on Christmas, you pushed yourself up on to your knees and knelt on the mattress. Shaking both of the men’s arms, your fingers sunk into their soft flesh. “Wake up!” You gleefully whimpered. Feeling better meant not having to be so careful — not having to worry or stay indoors, not having to deprive yourself of the Kray’s.

Ron was first to wake and when he did, he thought he’d been shot. His hand lifted to his head, cradling the aching backside. He wrinkled his nose and brows up in distaste before slowly sitting up. A low moan of pain left his lips before he looked toward you, bleary eyed and half asleep. “What’s the matter?” His rough voice filled the room.

“Nothing, Nothing.” Your hand moved to his leg. “I was just.. saying that I felt better.” You tipped your head to one side. “But it looks like you feel the opposite.” Moving your hand along his thigh and up to his belly, you crawled closer. “What’s the matter?”

Ron shook his head softly. “I’m alright, just a bit of a headache.”

Your brows twitched. “That’s funny. That’s exactly what I said and it turned out to be the very first symptom of..”

Reggie woke with a harsh cough and an ache in his chest. Sitting up hurriedly, he let out a heavy, hoarse utterance of complaint before shielding his eyes. “Fucks sake.” He hissed. Your brows creased then.

It took a moment for it to dawn on you why the both of them were sick, but when it did, you shot up to a standing position on the bed. “See!” You exclaimed. “I told you, didn’t I! I knew you’d both get sick.” Narrowing your eyes toward both blokes, you leapt off the bed and folded your arms. ‘I told you so’ simmered in your eyes and the words built in your chest but you bit back the urge to rub it in their faces. Shifting slowly, you shook your no longer aching head and tutted softly. “Looks like I’ll be the one caring for the both of you this time.” Giving a smug grin, you took a small step back before yanking the door open and rushing from the room before either of them could stop you.

Reggie and Ron exchanged a look of distaste. They both would much rather take care of you instead of you taking care of them, but they didn’t voice that. They saw the happiness twinkling in your eyes over the fact that you got to return the favor. They both bit their tongues and slouched against the mountain of pillows.

Both Kray’s were sick, but there was no need to worry. They were in good hands, just as you’d been.

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[hardyimagines]

Comfort

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HIIIIIIIII!!!!! I was wondering if you could do a Ronnie Kray x Reader, where the reader goes to the club after a bad day and Ron just lets her sit in his lap and holds her and everyone’s surprised, even Reggie cause Ron never told him about reader? If it doesn’t work or you’re busy, I totally understand, just wanted to throw that out there!! Hope you’re having a fantastic week!! ❤️ — ANONYMOUS

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“You can’t be serious?” Your question was breathy, directed toward your boss — ex-boss. “I’ve been here for two years.” The floor beneath your torn shoes was cold. You felt as if you could feel the iciness through the broken bottoms of your sneakers. You stood still as the man’s green eyes raked along your form, studying your appearance. You didn’t own the nicest clothes and you didn’t exactly have time to do much else to your hair apart from a messy bun. “Please, I can’t lose this job.” On top of the counter sat a mountain of unwrapped bread, ready to be properly stored away in its appropriate position. It was your next task. “You don’t dress the part, Y/N and you’ve been late this past week.” He uttered, staring down at the clipboard he held in his hand. “I’m sorry, but we’ve got other people who I’m sure will open on time and come in looking a bit more.. classy?” He moved to step around you, but your small hand fisted in his grey shirt, gripping the sleeve. “Wait, please. I’ve just moved across town, there’s so much traffic, I can’t help that.” The clothing part wasn’t your fault. You didn’t come from a rich family so it was difficult to afford new things.

“You’d find a way to make it here on time if this job was really important to you. Get the hell out. I don’t want anymore excuses.” His green eyes had never been colder as they darted between your own. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he physically pushed you toward the exit and out the door. The bell sounded, loud and alerting every customer in the store. Nobody said or did anything as you tumbled out and into the rain. Within seconds you were soaked. The harsh raindrops hit your skin relentlessly. It felt like needles. It was freezing out and since you were in your short sleeved top and an old skirt that no longer really fit you, that didn’t provide you with much warmth. Your hands fell to your sides, angrily pulling the fabric of your skirt down and into it’s appropriate position. It stayed in place for a moment before gliding back up and along your thighs.

You set off in the direction of the only place you ever felt any sense of comfort. You weren’t usually allowed in unless it was after hours and nobody else was around except for the man who was constantly seeking your attention. He’d made the rules very clear. You don’t come around unless the open sign that hung out front was switched off. Today you didn’t care. You’d just been fired and told that you weren’t efficient with your skill to tell time and your clothing wasn’t good enough. You felt as if you’d been insulted and beaten, but it was just because of how sensitive you were. Your clothing was drenched, clinging to every crevice of your body as you made your way along the empty pavement. Every few minutes someone would rush out of their home, umbrella clutched in their hand to protect their recently done hair from the rain’s ability to wreck it, and then scramble into their car. You didn’t have an umbrella and you sure as hell didn’t have a car.

The building at the end of the road was a club. It belonged to Reggie and Ron Kray. You couldn’t remember anymore how you and Ron had even come to be more than acquaintances, but you had. He was the only person that made you feel like you weren’t worthless. You knew, after he got over the anger of you coming to see him when the sun was out, that he’d tell you your job was pointless anyway. The pay wasn’t worth the harsh words your boss spat at you and if you really needed some sort of income, Ron would be there to help you out and maybe even offer you a job.

He loved you. He’d never said and would never say it, but he did. You could see the way his dilated pupils seemed to darken with a twinkle when he looked toward you. He wore a hard expression every second of everyday. You’d think the man was incapable of loving if you didn’t know him. Ron Kray, as terrifying as most people found him, was actually just your big teddy bear. In secrecy. You loved him too and you definitely didn’t need to verbally announce that. He knew it from the second the two of you had kissed. A kiss that did all the talking and said all the words that needed to be said.

Despite the fact that you both had serious feelings for one another, it would never work out. He was a dangerous man, and being with a gangster meant your life would be in danger and he would never risk that. It was why he’d made sure you understood that this.. thing was nothing more than just two people messing around. Since you were aware of his feelings, it was why you knew you could go to him since you were upset. If you meant nothing to him then he wouldn’t spend night after night, showing up at your house to share your bed. Most times it was for sex at first, but then he’d lay by your side and brush your locks away from your face, studying the peaceful expression that graced your features as you slept soundlessly. He’d admire his works, hickeys scattered along your neck and chest, staining you as his and his only. Yes, Ron Kray was more than just a one-night stand. Much much more than that. One day you’d be able to physically announce that, but only when you were sure that he wouldn’t push you away. You couldn’t handle any more rejection. Not in this lifetime.

Down the road, at the end of the street, the club sat. The word open was illuminated and you could hear music vibrating from the inside. It wasn’t as loud as usual, but it was raining and it was early. Most people that showed up at this time were regulars and they were just their for the alcohol, not the dancers or the music or the conversation. Just the liquor.

“Now you’re not playing fair, mate.” Reggie sighed heavily, his breathy exhale visible as a cloud of smoke accompanied his words. He lowered the cigarette that was pinched between two of his fingers, wobbling dangerously as he stared down at the cards in his other hand. His eyes were darkened with frustration because he was losing. Ron always managed to somehow flick through the cards when Reggie wasn’t looking and somehow miraculously take the lead. The lopsided smirk on Ron’s lips was enough confirmation for Reggie. His brother was definitely cheating, he just wasn’t sure how. “Wouldn’t be very fun to play if I were cheating, now would it, Reg?” The cluttered table shook beneath the heavy force of Reggie’s hands slapping the surface when Ron once again tossed a King down in the center. Empty beer bottles toppled over and cards that had already been discarded lifted with the gust of air that Reggie created. He rose, ready to shout, but the door to the club opened and the men turned their heads toward the intruder. They were open, but nobody had really come down here due to the weather. Reggie calmed instantly when he saw you.

You weren’t close to Reggie — but you knew him well enough to smile. The few times that you and Ron had been nearly caught in the midst of getting carried away, it had been by Reggie. The room was quiet then, the men who surrounded the twins were stuck staring at you. None of them really knew who you were. You weren’t business so they had no need knowing. “I’ll get rid of her boss-“ One of the the lads spoke up, but when Ron lifted his hand to cease any further movements, he was given a look of confusion from all men in the room, including his brother. Ron was staring at you, scrutinizing your expression intensely. You didn’t back away from his hard stare, you simply took a step forward, nearing the crowded table. Apart from the Krays and their posse, there were only a few gents at the bar, hunched over no doubt from the night before, sleeping off their headaches and intake of alcohol.

Reggie was eyeing you with a mild look of confusion. You were just the gal that worked down the road at the bakery. On occasion, he or Ron would stop by and order a few things for their mother, but that was the only time he saw you. Ron on the other hand, well, he stopped by for more than just the oven-baked treats. The floor beneath your sneakers was sticky and when you were close enough to reach the man in glasses who hadn’t torn his eyes away from you since you’d stepped foot in the club, he grabbed ahold of your arm. It wasn’t a harsh touch, just a firm one. His knees cracked as he stood. Beneath his thigh sat another entire deck of cards and Reggie, though he was curious as to why his brother was touching you, was shocked as Ron’s first secret was revealed. “Fucking cheeky bastard,” Reggie pointed toward the second deck. “right, you are a cheater.” Reggie’s words hit deaf ears. Ron read you like a book, enraptured in the sadness that floated in your gaze. It embarrassed you. How easily he could see through you.

All at once a wave of emotion flooded through you. Your glistening eyes filled with tears in seconds and after a few blinks, the salty droplets escaped. They didn’t get very far before Ron pulled you into his chest and guided your face into the fabric of his shirt. Your tears were absorbed by the soft cloth and the shakes and trembles that were growing more apparent were soothed by his fingers which ran along the back of your neck and through your hair. His lips moved to your ear, not daring to speak loud enough to where anyone else could hear. He was very aware of the silent men, all holding their breaths and not daring to budge for they were attempting to hear what Ron Kray had to say.

“Why’re you crying?” His voice was harsh and low, almost inaudible, but you’d heard him. You were tempted to speak against his body, but you knew the muffled words would irritate him if he didn’t hear you clearly the first time. Beating around the bush wouldn’t work either. If Ron was asking a question, he expected an answer, a simple one. You drew back and looked up at him, wet lashes fluttering as you lifted your hand to wipe at your red-rimmed eyes. “I lost my job.” You whispered breathily. You didn’t offer any further explanation and he didn’t pry it out of you. His hand slunk away from your neck and instead down to your back, dragging you further into his body. He could console you, whisper sweet little nothings against your ear and assure you that things would eventually get better, but he merely grunted in understanding. His fingers fell away from you so he could adjust his trousers, properly situating them on his waist before he lowered himself back down and on to the chair.

His finger lifted to usher you toward him, but his eyes were on Reggie’s. “Let’s finish this fucking game, Reg. I’m not cheating.” The man grumbled. You shyly stepped up to his side, unsure of where exactly he meant for you to go, but when he spread his legs a little further and ushered for you to sit down, you were sure you resembled a ripe tomato. Lowering yourself down and on to his lap, your fingers slid to his outer thighs, lazily brushing along them. You’d been in this position many times before, but it was never for a simple seat. You bit your cheek at your thoughts before closing your eyes and laying your head down on your folded arms. Leave it to Ron Kray to be able to fill your head with filthy thoughts without even doing anything. The man smirked. He loved the affect he had over you.

The twins continued to chat, neither of them bringing up the fact that Ron now had you sat upon his thighs. Reggie didn’t even bother pointing out that his brother was a sore sport for playing unfairly. He was too focused on the fact that Ron was holding you. There was a silent question in Reggie’s eyes, but neither of them addressed it. You shifted quietly, your eyes heavy from crying. You could hear the soft flicking from the cards when one of them would toss one down on the table. Reggie was winning now since Ron was unable to cheat. “I won, fair and square, mate.” Reggie announced, setting his deck down face up for all in the room to see. You lifted your head when Ron grasped ahold of your waist so he could hunch over and peer down at his brother’s winning hand. “I had you at the beginning.” Ron grumbled before dropping his hand of cards.

“You only had me cause you fucking cheated, yeah?” Reggie ushered toward the deck which still sat on the chair beneath Ron. His eyebrows lifted and several lines made themselves apparent across his forehead. “See that,” He ushered toward the deck. “that’s karma, innit?” Ron crinkled his nose before burying his hand in his pocket and dragging out some money. Tossing it across the table and toward his brother, he leaned back in his chair with a grumble of distaste. You were stiff on his lap, unsure of what exactly was.. welcomed. Could you lay your head on his shoulder and embrace him the way that you desperately wanted to, or were you meant to remain rigid, the only contact between your body and his being your ass on his thighs?

“Right then,” Ron spoke. “new game, someone else can take my place.” Reggie lifted his eyes to the pair of you, eyeing you under an inquisitive stare before he slid the cards toward Alfie. “Shuffle those, will you?” You didn’t dare look at Ron, not even when he placed his heavy hand on your thigh. The cool lining of his rings brushed along your bare leg and the cool temperature summoned goosebumps. Laying your small hands on your knees to provide some amount of warmth, you shyly turned your head toward his own, peering at him. He lifted his brows before moving his hand along your leg. Your hand ceased his large one when his fingertips grazed the edge of your skirt, daring to go further. You shook your head softly, eyes pleading. He obliged. If you wouldn’t have had a bad day though, he would’ve had his hand buried between your thighs. Looking back to the men, Ron barked loudly at the few who were staring. “Right, you lads seem to have a staring problem.” He grunted before beginning to rise. “I’m just gonna take her to the back so you boys stay in here.”

The man’s knuckles popped as he pressed on them. Finishing off the liquor on the table, he set his hand on your back and ushered you toward the door. “Go on.” He muttered. You didn’t hesitate. The floorboards beneath you continued to cling to your shoes, trying to halt you, but it didn’t do much other than create a squelching sound. Vanishing into the other half of the club, you heaved a gentle sigh of relief at the empty room. You just wanted to be alone with Ron anyway, so this was nice. Booths were scattered around and a bottle of wine rested on each table. This section of the club was only opened on busy nights, so thankfully, it probably wouldn’t be too lively due to the weather.

Ron set his glass down on the table before looking to his brother. “You know you’ve got a staring problem, haven’t you?” Reggie grunted lowly at Ron’s question before speaking up himself. His eyes fell to the cards in his hands. “What are you doing messing around with the lass? That’s the little baker from down the street, innit? You’re going to stir up a lot of problems, you know that, don’t you?” Ron exhaled in amusement. “Mh, tell me when trouble comes knocking, will you?” Looking toward the door, he adjusted his glasses before slipping through the gents and making his way toward the area where you were.

You’d sat yourself down at one of the booths, legs crossed and eyes low, fixated on your fiddling fingers. Ron released a noisy grumble as he lowered himself down at your side. Your bun was wet and loose and your clothes were stuck to your body. Ron’s suit was black so the outline of your wet form wasn’t visible from where you’d been sitting on him. He didn’t say anything as he pulled off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, but you knew he was doing his best to comfort you in the most nonchalant way. Your head turned toward his own, corners of your lips twitching upward. “Thank you.” You whispered softly. He didn’t offer a reply. He studied you though and that was all you could ask for. Most times he didn’t even look at people when conversing, so it meant a lot to you when he held eye contact.

“Do you really care that you lost your job?” He pressed a little now that the pair of you had a little privacy. His hand lifted to the frame of his glasses, pinching the lens briefly so he could adjust them. You shook your head. The man nodded once. “Well, I don’t know much about women, but you don’t cry for no reason, do you?” A small smile tickled your lips. Tucking your hands away beneath the table and in your lap, you leaned toward him. “If we bottle up our emotions we do, but that goes for men and women.” Your hand lifted to his cheek, stroking the smooth surface. Ron didn’t pull away from the tender touch. “Right.. why are you crying then if it’s not because you lost your job?” His dark eyes scanned your features, searching for any sign that you were about to lie to him, but he saw none. You were being truthful.

“My boss said I was showing up late too much and my clothing is..” You looked toward your attire. “Not exactly ideal.” Setting your hands on the table now, you stared down at your chipped nails. Ah, so it was the words that were said, not the job itself. “It’s a bakery.. and he expects me to wear a fancy blouse and a beautiful skirt, but I can’t afford that.. not even with the job.. the pay isn’t that amazing.” Ron slowly moved his hand to your back. “Yeah and what does that say, love? The job’s useless.” His fingers slid along the jacket of his you wore. He made a silent promise to himself that he’d buy you whatever the hell you wanted. He knew you’d never ask him, so he’d do it without request. “Things will get better.” He assured you before leaning in, ready to seal his words with a kiss. His lips were inches from your own and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. Ron never kissed you unless it was because he was carried away during sex. Kissing seemed more passionate than sex in a way so when he lifted his free hand to your chin and tilted your head toward yours, your lungs deflated and your heart felt like it was running a race, hammering wildly against your ribs. His mouth fit so nicely against your own, you wondered if the pair of you were carved perfectly to mold together. His hand hooked beneath your thigh and you didn’t have much say when he smoothly lifted you into his lap. It was very comfortable, but even more so since the two of you were alone.

“I’m sorry I barged in.. I know you told me not to come to the club when others are around.” You whispered breathily against his lips before beginning to pull back. The man halted you from moving any further. A low sound of disapproval left his lips, disappointed that you hadn’t listened, but he shook his head at your silly apology. “You had a good reason.” His lips pressed together. “And now you can come whenever you’d like... so long as it’s not busy, I don’t want everyone in the fucking area to know that you’re with me.” His words caught you off guard, but you didn’t show your excitement. You simply nodded, biting back your smile so you could instead lean in and kiss him once more.

You didn’t believe in soulmates. But you did believe that Ron Kray was meant to be with you. No man had ever made you feel the way Ron did. He was so different than anyone you’d ever been with and he made you the happiest. Course, you were his little secret.. apart from Reggie and the other men that filled the club, but you liked the privacy and the fact that you had him all to yourself. Ron wasn’t good with words, but he was good at kissing away the annoying feelings that scattered throughout your chest. Your arms wound around his shoulders and your lips moved in time with his own. One day, whether it was was tomorrow or next week or even next month, one day, you would tell the gangster in your arms how much he really meant to you and you’d voice that you wanted him all to yourself, but for now, you were happy with just being his little secret.

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I HAVENT POSTED IN SO LONG, IM A MESS!!

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[bubblyani]

His Type : Part 2 (Ronnie x Reader)

Ronnie Kray’s now Two Shot “His Type”

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Swearing, Dom! Ron Kray, Sexual Themes (18+)

Author’s Note: Still remember when @meer0rauschen asked that lovely question, and the lovely people who seconded and thirded that (you know who you are😘) I’ve opened my mind to the possibility of a part 2 for this story. And my goodness, I felt hot writing this. The sinning continues once again. Hope you all enjoy!

Check Part 1 HERE

“What’s wrong with you Y/N?”

You looked up from your lunch. Teddy and Leslie eyed you suspiciously as you were all finally having lunch at the bar. 

“What do you mean?” You asked innocently. With his elbow on the table, Teddy pointed at you. 

“You’ve be awfully quiet since the car ride to lunch...” he said with certainty, “What happened?” You gulped, unable to answer. 

“Did Ronnie say anything mean to you?” 

“No!” You replied a bit faster than you should, as you looked down and resumed eating your food. Keeping a secret was not easy, especially when it was something as unexpected as the one you shared with Ronnie Kray a little while ago. Plus you had a hard time acting normal, for example, when Ronnie’s gaze did not leave you for one second since then and how hot your face kept feeling. 

To make things worse, during work, all you ever felt was impatience, distraction and frustration. Your leg wouldn’t stop shaking, and you kept looking at the clock too many times, waiting for the time to pass. It had been a long time since you felt all these emotions spread evenly in every inch of your body. 

 When the clock finally struck and you were finally free from the confines of work, life felt like it was full of endless possibilities for you. You walked home, expecting for a familiar car honk, or the sound of a slow engine behind you. But all you heard were either silence or all of that, for someone else. 

Suddenly, you couldn’t help but wonder whether Ronnie really meant what he said. Did he get preoccupied with The Firm and forget? Or was he just having a laugh about this whole thing?

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Slowly getting into the bathtub, a part of you already had already given up on the idea and wanted to forget about it, instead of feeling like a fool. Yet the more positive side of you decided to feel grateful, and proud of the exciting encounter itself, and slightly confident that Mr. Kray might actually show up at your door. 

The water splashed whenever you’d move around to clean yourself. The sight of your naked form, glistening with the soap filled warm water made you study yourself with a new fascination, imagining what it would be like, to be touched, held and ravished by him. As you continued, the daring side urged you to clean yourself even further down, with lighter strokes, as if he was there,  touching you already. But you were not an idiot, for you did not want to disrespect the man. And if he never shows up, the former could always be an option. 

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You wrapped the silk robe tightly around your body, the moment you managed to dry yourself with a towel. Butterflies did not seem to escape your stomach as you sat there in the living room, and you finally heard a knock on the door. 

Making sure you were not hallucinating, you tiptoed to the door, to look through the door hole. Butterflies somehow managed to multiply themselves within, followed by your breath quickening. You opened the door, keeping yourself composed. 

 Ronnie Kray stood outside the apartment hallway. No words were exchanged, the two parties were fully aware of the activities that will surely come to past tonight. 

 You moved to the side, allowing him to enter. His eyes never went past your body, especially when your erect nipples were quite visible through the thin robe. 

 “May I take your coat?” , You decided to speak first, trying to reach for it. Suddenly he grabbed your hand tightly.Pulling the hand to his face, he silently sniffed your fingers to your surprise. 

“Did you touch yourself before I got here?” He asked, in a dark tone. Biting your lip, responded: 

“Does washing yourself in a bath count?” 

With a grunt and much force, he pulled you to him, attacking your lips with the same energy, savoring what he had missed since the lunch break. Kissing him back, you were happily surprised. 

“That ..” you began, “was a nice way to start the night” you said breathlessly the moment your lips left his. But his grip on your hand did not. He owned you, and you did not mind that. 

Gently pulling him forward, you guided him to the living room. 

“Please ...” you said in a soft tone, as you unbuttoned his coat,” take a seat” eyes were in silent conversation as you helped him take it off before he made himself comfortable. 

You stood so close to him, your legs managed to brush against his knees. The way he observed you, you felt like a animal being watched by it's predator. Leaning forward, Ronnie casually got a hold of the edge of your robe, feeling the material with his fingers. 

"Silk is such a nice material" he commented, "Such a shame this has to come off" he continued, his dark gaze moving over to your face, setting you on fire. 

You knew better than to defy Ronnie Kray, you knew enough. Resting your hand on the knot, you slowly undid it. Opening the robe in equal speed, you got rid of yourself of it, throwing the light material back, as you finally stood  in front of him, naked. "It is a shame" you replied, watching his eyes scan your foreign nude frame.,"Maybe I should” You said, as you slowly turned behind”... get it back-" 

"On your knees" he commanded. 

Obedient as you were, you lowered down, crawling on all fours towards the piled robe, while he watched you from behind. Pushing your buttocks up, you lowered your upper torso down to the ground, lithe as a snake. You hummed in pleasure, pushing your rear up higher, feeling the softness of the silk on your cheek, fully aware of the fact you're giving Ronnie a clear view of your throbbing slit. He watched calmly, although his shaft was not as calm as he was. 

"Enough! Crawl back...now" 

Returning to him, you noticed the growth in his trousers. You took your sweet time, running your hands up and down his thighs, till you finally decided to halt at his belt. Keeping your eyes on him, you bravely unbuckled his belt. As you unzipped, you took his manhood out, whilst licking your lips with a great appetite. Touching with the upmost delicate nature, your mouth watered instantly. But that thirst could not be satisfied when he quickly grabbed you by the hair, tilting your head over to him. 

"Who told you, you could do that?" he asked sternly. You opened your mouth. 

"N-no one" you answered, trying to hid your nervousness. He pulled you closer, his shaft accidentally brushing against your breasts, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

"Sit" he said, suppressing the need to express his arousal. He leaned back when you climbed up on him, facing him straight as you sat on his lap. 

"Undress me" 

You understood the game he was playing, and you could not help but enjoy it. He was not like other men...no bullshit was involved. 

You found it hard to concentrate when you took his glasses off, for his growth kept brushing on your buttocks. You gasped. As you put the spectacles away, wetness appeared in generous amounts instead.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his waist coat. Without removing it, you quickly moved your hands to the tie. 

"No..." he stopped you, "do it properly". There it was, more fire. 

Moving forward, he watched your body contort, stretch when you took off his waist coat, causing both of you to be centimeters apart. You swallowed, staring at his inviting lips as you held his waist coat on your hands. Soft moans came out your parted mouth, when you were desperate enough to rub it against your chest, feeling the material on your skin. As you heard his fist clench in frustration, you swore you almost saw Ronnie start to curse under his breath, but stopped himself. 

Dropping the waist coat down with one hand, you took hold of his tie with the other, moving even closer that you felt his breath on your collarbone. You tried so hard to focus undoing his tie when his hardened member sprung up higher, resting in between your butt cheeks. Ignoring it all your might, you fought back by holding his tie between your teeth, when you moved over to his shirt. 

"F-fuck" finally you heard his curses escape softly. Feeling his walls coming down, you threw the tie away, taking his right hand, placing it on your left breast. You resumed unbuttoning while feeling his hand explore you. You loved his hands on you. So you were not ashamed to do so. His palm brushing on your hardened bud along with the feel on his rings on your sensitive skin, sent frantic signals of pleasure, causing the throbbing below to increase. 

After unbuttoning the last one, you pulled the shirt down. His other hand took hold of your other breast, both hands now partners, as they pinched and pulled, watching you gasp without wasting any time. 

Stomach muscles clenched up tight, you were burning up, and you felt impatient. You pulled his wife beater up much faster than you did with the other clothes, and he did not seem to complain. Probably the fact his concentration was somewhere else. You made a sound in frustration when his arms got in the way of you taking the last piece of clothing off his torso. You were stopped when he grabbed your hand. Taking a deep breath, you wondered what exactly did he want you to do this time. When he pulled you forward, you knew why, as he kissed you with an intense hunger. 

It felt competitive, it felt intense. He did not want to take it slow, for you quickly felt his tongue demanding you to present your own. Quite the reminder from this morning. 

Arms snaking around your waist, he got up, with you wrapped around him. Your fingers frantically running through his hair, revealing the look you witnessed for a short period before in the car. Kneeling down, his mouth did not leave you when he placed you on the rug. Leaving to yourself, he stood up, stripping the rest of his clothing as quick as he could. 

The sight alone felt like a penetration, when he watched you, panting and naked. With your legs pressed together, you lay there watching him. You slowly parted them open as your fingers slowly ran down your stomach, then even further. 

"No fucking thing goes in there before I do!" he ordered, kneeling down on top of you when he parted your legs fully open with force, inserted himself in you in a flash. You cried out in surprise, but no surprised when you felt him enter you with convenience as your insides literally flooded with arousal. 

He continued to ram into you while he pinned your hands above your head, each push was strong enough for you to move along with him. 

"Ron-!" you moaned. Those moans were later promoted to cries of a loud variety in time as he dipped his head on your neck. Biting into your neck, he left hickeys wherever he could as he moved down to leave more on your chest. 

"Oh...fuck yes" you cried out, pleasure arising through the pain as he marked you. 

Grunting with each push, he made himself home inside you with enough thrusting, that he finally felt his release through gritted teeth. Throwing your head back, you felt him pull out, raining himself all over your stomach.

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Puffs of smoke left his lips as Ronnie smoked his cigar. Sitting on the armchair, he had you wrapped around him, both still naked. You took the opportunity to play with his loose hair, appreciating this rare sight that you did not get to see that often. 

"I would never hurt you, you know" he said, making you pause. 

The fact that Ronnie Kray could have a small dose of tenderness in him warmed your heart. 

"Of course...." you replied, running a finger along his cheek "but it was nice to know I did something risky with you. It'll be a lovely thing to remember by" you said, the warmed heart feeling a bit heavy, knowing the fun had ended so quickly. His hand suddenly held on to your waist tightly. 

"Who said this was the only time?" 

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His type (Ronnie x Reader)

Ronnie Kray One  Two Shot

Genre: Smut (18+)

Author’s Note: I’m a sinner once again to be inspired at work. And about Ronnie Kray no doubt. Hope you all enjoy!

The red dress stuck on to your body like a magnet, as you swayed your hips in rhythm to the slow jazz. The thin material felt like second skin, for you found it quite easy to freely move, to and explore, and to' be lost' in the music. You certainly enjoyed it. Being the brave one to get up from the table, being the one to move to the dance floor with no hesitation, being the one to dance and wait for no one’s permission. But you also took great satisfaction when there was an audience to witness it, even if it was an audience of one, but only if the ‘one’ meant him.

“Such a crime…to see you alone tonight without a lucky lad by ya side”

You smiled, turning to accept a glass of brandy from Reggie Kray as you swayed.

“Crime? Oh ho! You're the one to talk Reg” you replied in tease, biting your shiny red lower lip, taking in a sip.

“Hey! I am a Club Owner, alrigh?” he reminded you with a confident smile.

“Right...of course” you played along, winking at the Gangster Prince of East End.

“I don't need a man, I have the lot of you to keep me in good company” you continued, tapping him on the chest. He did not wait to hold on to your hand.

“That’s not the company I had in mind love” he said softly, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

“Oh Reg...” you pouted in protest, still aware of the pair of eyes that haven’t left your sight since you got up. His eyes that you didn’t mind watching you. The eyes you wanted to watch you.

With confidence gained from another sip, you finally raised your glass to Ronnie Kray, who sat with Teddy a few tables away. Raising his glass in return, he maintained his gaze, smoking his cigar. Clouds of smoke escaped his lips, misting his glasses, yet the alluring shade of red that approached the table helped him focus.

“Mind if I join ya lads?” You asked in a mockingly polite tone, with fluttering eyelashes. Teddy jumped up,

“Only if you promised to stay the whole night” he chirped, walking over to pull up a chair for you.

“Which won’t be a problem” you replied with a giggle, pinching his cheek before sitting down.

“Yeah, cause good company is not easy to find, don’t you agree Y/N?” Ronnie spoke out of the sudden, looking at you with intense eyes. You suddenly stopped giggling, lost in his eyes with confusion.

“ Yes...couldn’t agree more” you managed to reply, finding it difficult to read his mind.

“That’s more like it...Get more fuckin drinks over here” roaring into laughter, Ronnie was in high spirits calling out the waiters.

Relieved, you watched as Reggie joined in along with Leslie and Albert. Your bubbly personality and appreciation for sarcastic humor won the hearts of The Kray twins and most of The Firm, and was invited as great company for quite some time. Every week, nights like these at Esmeralda’s Barn was an essential.

Unlike some, you firmly believed each brother possessed a charm which was simply irresistible and unique . Your friendship with the Krays never was romantic nor sexual. As much as you found Reggie’s smooth advances enjoyable, Ronnie was the one who secretly became your unattainable fantasy. With his rather unconventional social life, you liked to wonder the what if’s.

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“Oi Y/N! You off work?”

“Firstly Teddy, don’t 'Oi' me now. That’s rude. Secondly, it’s actually my lunch break ” you replied with a tone that hinted sass, waving at Teddy who just stopped the car, when he found you walking.

“Afternoon Ronnie!” You certainly didn’t forget to greet Mr. Kray, who sat on the back, nodding in acknowledgement.

“Where are you lovely people heading off to?” you asked, with your hands behind your back.

“We're going to pick up Lesl-“

“Join us Y/N!...” Ronnie suddenly cut off Teddy, "...we'll pick up Leslie then head for lunch, that sound alright?"

You smiled, "The perfect way to spend my lunch break for sure" getting into the backseat, joining Ronnie.

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"Lazy fucker! Is he not up yet?" Ronnie grunted irritatingly. You sighed, looking out the window as Teddy called out for Leslie outside the building.

"I'll go get 'im, Ron...might take a while" Teddy shouted back at them, before entering the building.

"Ahh.....get it fuckin done...we'll be late for lunch" Ronnie angrily motioned him to be quick. You looked over to him, "It's alright...we can wait a bit, maybe he's having a bad hangover" you said.

As he grunted in reply, there were the two of you, sitting on either sides of the backseat.

This was the first time you were ever alone with Ronnie Kray. And for some reason the one thing you wanted to talk about felt quite ridiculous, but you gave it a try.

"I just had to ask..." you began, "Do you have a certain type with men?"

Ron stared into the distance mid thought, "Not really. I guess the taste... varies". You smiled.

"And what about women? Is there a type?" you felt daring,"Am I your type?" And there you went. Not like you were risking anything. You could always laugh about it later. Or did you cross the line? Were you that desperate?

Ron suddenly turned his head to you, with narrowed eyebrows. You felt embarassed, regretting everything in an instant.

"Of course not...not in slightest eh?" you said, wrinkling your nose, laughing nervously, hoping he'd tell you to fuck off or something. But instead,

"I never said that" he replied.

Tension started building in the car. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Come here" Ronnie commanded. You scooched over to the middle seat, slowly.

"No...closer" he said, as he patted the seat closest to him. He sounded firm and certain. Confusion and excitement mixed together, you moved over untill you sat cross legged next to him, your knee lightly brushing against his thigh.

This view was new to you, being this close to a man who was known to be quite dangerous.

"You know..." he began, looking at you, "sometimes...I'd wonder..." you caught your breath when he moved his gaze down, where his hand made contact with the bare skin of your calve "...how it would be like if you and I ever had...-"

"-something? " you completed it for him, "Funny you should say that.." still finding it hard to get over his touch, you strived on "...that was something that crossed my mind..more than a few times" your breath quickening, as you felt his hand moving up to your knee.

Maybe it was his touch or something else completely. But Ronnie Kray suddenly seemed far from unattainable at this point.

With your hand on the seat as support, the leather squeaked as you got up, pulling up your tight skirt. Putting your leg around Ronnie, you straddled his right thigh, your skirt pooled around your waist. Leaning forward, you carefully took off his glasses with both hands, gently placing it next to you, while you held his shoulder with one hand. If Ronnie was known to be unconventional, well that was what you were going to be with him without a doubt. You proceeded to loosen his collar and tie. Placing your hands on his suit, running over his broad chest, you bent over, kissing every inch of his neck with much satisfaction. The low moan that came out of him gave you a strong, throbbing sensation down below.

You felt yourself jump as Ronnie's hand gripped your neck, hard enough to keep you in place, but not so much to strangle. With lips slightly parted, you watched him eye you up and down. Loosening the grip, his hand settled on the top button of your high collar, unbuttoning one and moving down to do others. Impatient and obedient as you were, your hands quickly moved to where his were, unbuttoning your silk shirt in haste, exposing your skin more and more as you stared at him, lips pressed tight. The silence was only cut off by the visible breaths coming out of your heaving chest as Ronnie Kray leaned back to watch you undress. Pulling out the tucked in shirt, you removed the last button. Thankful of your clothing choices today, you unhooked the bra from the front, stretching your shoulders back. Though you were still dressed, the mere exposure of your breasts to the open air made you feel very much naked, especially when he was the one looking. Ronnie leaned forward as you slide closer to him, his strong thigh rubbing against your crotch as you did. Grabbing one of his hands, you opened his index finger, placing it on your lips. Watching you from the corner of your eye, you kissed it softly, taking the time. Guiding his hand to your neck, you allowed his hand to taste the skin of your bare neck then moving to your collarbones. The throbbing grew stronger between your thighs as he took charge, his callused palm feeling his way around your bare breasts.

"You're..." he murmured deeply ,"...quite the fascinating creature Y/N" his eyes glued to your chest as your body winced and reacted to every touch, squeeze and caress. With reddened cheeks, you held on to his shoulders, rocking back and forth, letting your heat create fiction against his thigh. Your movement felt more at rhythm when Ronnie's other hand slithered round your waist, resting on your left buttock, extending his palm around the area, gripping it tight as you kept going.

"Ronnie..." you breathed, "please..." bending down to snatch his lips. But he merely teased you, tilting his chin up, watching you groan in frustration.

"Do you want me to beg?” You whispered angrily, “Is that it? Ro-"

Pulling you close, Ronnie hungrily clashed his lips against yours. Finally.

So sudden yet powerful, it felt like a KO merged in a kiss. You felt as if you were suddenly injected with the strongest drug. So you did not hesitate to let your mouth open as his tongue slid in searching for your very own. This drug of a kiss was strength inducing, you felt brave enough to run your fingers through his neatly combed, slicked back hair, pulling out locks, pulling him further to you, deepening the kiss to depths you've never dove before.

Deliberately pressing your chest against his suit, your nipples remained erect as his crisp shirt and the suit jacket brushed against your exposed naked torso.

"Ronnie!” Your hand rested on his clothed erection, “I want...I want...", quickly unzipping his trousers , you dipped your hand in, releasing soft swears out of Ronnie's lips as you felt him. The level of arousal was so high, you felt completely soaked down south.

"Ron! Leslie's alive...Don’t be cross now”

Teddy's loud voice from the distance shook you both into reality. In a flash, you ducked under the seat, pulling your skirt down, and buttoning up your shirt in seconds.

"Alright.. you’re forgiven...fuckin wanker” Ronnie cried out while he brushed his hair back. You snickered as you slowly got back to your seat. Hoping they didn’t see much.

Sitting next to him, you hurriedly placed a handkerchief over the soaked stain on his trouser leg.

"Sorry about that..." you said quite casually, with a smug look on your face. Ronnie quickly grabbed your hand,

"Your place...tonight" he growled in a low tone.

You shuddered, biting your lower lip, as your thighs pressed together to suppress your arousal. But quickly changed expression as you looked on forward, smiling at Teddy and Leslie.

" I hope you're hungry Y/N" Teddy called out as he started the engine.

"Oh trust me...I'm fucking famished"

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Part 2

Mood for Reggie?

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At Last (Kray Twins x Reader) - Chapter 3

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Warnings: Fluff, Ron being adorable, Reggie being adorable as well, Angst, Mention of Violence, Mention of Death , a mix of feelings, you see?🤣

Author’s Notes: Please don’t hate me for the long chapter and let me know what you think about it!

Also, your husband is a jerk, but he’s a snack, because he looks like Alexander Skarsgård, just in case you want to picture him better 😘

AND At Last is actually a real song, one you should check out if you haven’t already!

Chapter 3

You couldn’t let fear run your life, or keep you from doing all the things you always dreamed to. It wasn’t easy to forget about your husband’s threats; he kept sending the same flowers and the cards with disturbing messages.

Reggie didn’t like it one bit, he could sense how tense you were  every time you performed, how your eyes would scan the room, searching for Raymond’s face in the crowd. He had two of his most trustworthy men on the outside of your dressing room at all times, to prevent unpleasant surprises, and when you weren’t there, he would watch over you himself.

With time you became slightly more at ease, especially when you stopped receiving threats or flowers. Maybe your husband had finally decided to leave you alone, or he just realized he couldn’t touch you after the Krays took you under their wing.

You spent your time making musical arrangements of the greatest hits at that time, you had big plans for the club’s birthday and Reggie gave you full creative freedom to prepare the show. Ron would often stay to admire your work; he didn’t always verbalize it, but you knew he liked it, or he wouldn’t bother to stay. He didn’t give up the singing lessons idea, although his brother didn’t think it was a good one; the only times Ron went on Esmeralda’s Barn’s stage were simply disastrous; so Reggie asked you to forget the subject, but Rn would bring it up every now and then, and you decided to give it a shot. Maybe focusing on a new hobby would help him to control his aggressive impulses.

These lessons helped you bonding with the hardest brother to deal with, and it wasn’t a bad experience at all.

“In order for it to work, you have to be willing to open up. You have to fully feel it, to deepen your connection with it, that’s more important than hitting the right note, honestly.” – You rubbed his hand, because with time you learned that he’d be easier to deal with when you did it with love, although he’d refuse it at first.

“And how exactly do I do that?” – He pushed his glasses back onto his face, studying you for answers.

“How do I exactly teach that, huh?” – You muffled a laugh. - “Come with me, Ronald.” – You got up, offering him your hand.

“Where?”- He looked at you over his glasses, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t agree, so don’t ask, just come.” – You gave him a warm smile.

He put out his cigar and got up. Sorting him out wasn’t so hard after all. You took his hand; it was hard and his fingers were broad when compared to yours, he could definitely snap someone’s wrist, or neck, if he wanted to, but he tried to keep it gentle with you, though.

You both reached the front door. The sky grumbled restlessly, and the thick blackened clouds were full of rain, which poured heavily down the city.

“What are you doing?!” – He tried to stop you when you stepped into the rain.

“Come.” – Instead of running for cover, you just stood there. Your cloths soon became soaked and heavy, but your lips curved into the most delicious smile he had ever seen in his life. You spun happily, to find him striding towards you.

He took his glasses off, putting them in his pocket.

“Are you crazy (Y/N)?”

“Aren’t we all?” – You giggled, tracing his wet cheek with your delicate fingers.

“Let’s get inside, you’re a singer, you can’t get a cold!”

“I don’t care, Ron.” – You just danced in the rain, as if it was the most delightful thing you had ever done. – “Close your eyes.” – Your hair flew, due to the ferocious wind. – “Come on, I promise it’ll sound less crazy once you do it!”

“I don’t think it will.” – He closed his eyes, even though he wasn’t much convinced.

You were both drenched to the skin. Reggie came to the window in his office, to check the bad weather, and saw you both.

“Oh, bloody hell.” – He scratched his eyes and sighed.

Outside, you were still using your unusual methods with Ron.

“How do you feel?” – You grabbed his hands on yours.

“Fucking wet, (Y/N), that’s how I feel.”

You laughed out loud, laying your head back, and he opened one eye.

“Close your eyes, come on. Focus. I meant to ask how you feel inside.”

He took a deep long breath.

“I feel… Calm… Warmth…” – His expression softened. He made a weird face, not used to analyze his feelings that way, and slid a hand on his wet messy hair.

“And what else?”

“What do YOU feel?” – He asked-

“I feel freedom, serenity, happiness… I feel more like myself, as if the rain is washing my soul. And that’s just how I feel about music.” – You wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest for a while. He gave in and stroked your hair.

“That’s right, you have a point… I guess it’s worth the cold we’ll have tomorrow.”

“Are you both mad?! “ – Reggie peeked out the door. – “ I don’t know which one of you folks is crazier, right now.”- He shook his head.

“That’s what I meant when I told you to let it in… There’s a whole universe inside you, which you can explore, if you open up to it. And I know you can, Ron.”

He gave you a half smile; it was more than you were used to, so it was totally worth it. When you both got inside, you got a lecture from Reggie, nothing you hadn’t foreseen. But one thing Reggie couldn’t possibly deny was the positive effect you had on his brother, who listened to you, and even asked you for advice, before making his typical hot-headed decisions.

“Listen (Y/N), I want to thank you for helping me with Ron, but you really shouldn’t listen to all his ramblings…” – Reggie told you once Ron was gone.

“Have you ever thought he just wants to be heard? I know he can sound a little strange sometimes, but he really loves you and he’s just desperate for your approval, I think that’s the most meaningful thing for Ron.”

Reggie knew you were right, but he also knew a side of Ron you hadn’t meet yet, the blood thirsty one. He wouldn’t unveil that part of their lives, he knew that could push you away and he didn’t want it to happen.

The day of the show was near, it meant extra work, and extra time with Reggie in the club as well. Ron would often host after parties with the boys in his house, so it meant only you and Reggie would stay in Esmeralda’s Barn. His marriage was getting worse by the day, and working was the only way he had to make him forget about it. You liked him more than you should; it meant you’d listen to him whenever he needed to get something off his chest, no matter how hard it was for you to hear him talk about his wife and how much he loved her.

Some days you just sat on the dressing room, thinking how different things would have been if you had met him at a different time, under different circumstances but soon you’d try to convince yourself that it was what it was: you were doomed to be stalked by your abusive husband, and Reggie was supposed to run into Frances’s arms at the end of the day. You just couldn’t be together, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be that way.

On the celebration day, you felt anxious. It was expected, because it was something big. Reggie stopped by the dressing room, as usual, to check on you; he always did it to reassure you before the show, even if you didn’t always need it. It became a kind of tradition.

“How is my beloved diva tonight?” – He sat on the arm of the sofa, watching you. A Lemon Sherbet danced on his mouth, as he spoke.

“I’d be better if you shared your sweets, once in a while.” – You narrowed your eyes, joking.

“It’s the last one, I swear.” – Reggie got up, walking towards you, and rubbing your shoulder.

“And how is that an impediment, Mr. Kray?” – You laid your head back, to take a look at him.

His eyes were glistening, and his pouty soft lips turned into an appealing smile.

“Right…” – He rubbed this thumb across his lips, lost in thoughts for a second. Looking into your eyes, he ran a finger gently up the left side of your neck.

Your lips slightly parted, in response to his touch, which seemed to put a spell on you. Reggie bent down, approaching you. One of his hands rested on your naked shoulder and his thumb slid across your lower lip, as asking for permission. His touch made you feel alive, and you longed for it.

He let the candy slip into your mouth, pressing his lips gently on yours as he did it. You closed your eyes, feeling tingly all over, shivering inside, with the slightest touch of his lips on yours. Reggie broke the contact, and you opened your eyes, licking your lips with discretion.

“Thanks.” – You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I hope the show goes well, love, enjoy it.” – He planted a lingering kiss in your forehead and then left the dressing room.

Your heart was racing and you were still shaking. If you ever really wanted to take Reggie off your mind, what happened made things a lot harder.

Show time. You were secretly glad Frances wasn’t there; it meant you could swoon over Reggie, although you knew it was wrong.

When you walked up to the stage, you could see him in the front row, which immediately put you at ease. You didn’t close your eyes to perform, as you usually did, you kept your eyes glued on him instead. Never had a song have such a strong meaning as in that night.

“At last my love has come along, my lonely days are over and life is like a song…”

His feelings were contradictory, for a minute he just forgot about the wedding band on his finger, feeling oddly pleased you seemed to be sending him a message through the song.

“At last the skies above are blue; my heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you…”

His eyes were locked on yours, because he simply couldn’t take his eyes off you. You got off the stage, walking to his table.

“I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own… I found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill I’ve never known…” – You got closer, caressing his shoulder gently as you passed by him. – “You smiled… You smiled and the spell was cast, and here we are in Heaven, for you are mine at last…”

Reggie smiled, he didn’t know if he was right, but his gut told him this was clearly for him. He felt as he hadn’t in a long time, a spark inside him, a barely controllable emotion taking over him.

Your performance granted you a standing ovation, once again, and all the attention turned toward you. All Reggie wanted was to take you away from there and make you his, but he had to control himself, in order to prevent people from gossiping and ruining his marriage even more.

As the night went on, you mingled with some people in the club, who congratulated you for your performance. You had already celebrated with Ron, Teddy , and a bunch of other people who were usuals at the club. You felt someone grabbing your arm, and turned to see Reggie, smoking.

“I haven’t congratulated you on tonight yet.” – He smiled not only with his lips, but also with his eyes.

“Did you like it?” – You got closer, almost resting your forehead on his, and stealing is cigarette, taking a puff.

“I loved it, darling.” – His hand moved to your waist, playing with the fabric of your dress. He leaned his head against yours, rubbing his nose on your ear, causing you goosebumps.

Your free hand moved to his cheek, running your fingers on it, in a warm soft caress.

“Ron is coming for you, I think you are needed over there…”

“Do you really want me to go?” – He smiled and you could feel his breath on your skin.

“That’s an unfair question, and I believe you know the answer already… But you’re the owner; you can’t just stay here, as much as I’d love you to.” – You tittered.

“Alright, but I will come back for you…” – He bit his lips and then turned to Ron, walking with him to the office.

By the time the bar closed, Ron had left the office already, but Reggie was still locked inside. He said he’d come for you, so you decided to wait for him. You started to tidy up the club for the next day, as you used to, when you were just a bartender.

Ron had forgotten his overcoat in his usual table, so when you heard the door you thought it was him. You didn’t immediately turn.

“Ronald, you scatterbrain! I knew you’d come for the coat, it’s freezing out there. If your head wasn’t attached to your shoulders, you’d certainly leave it behind as well.” – You giggled and then you turned around. Your face went blank.

“It’s so nice to finally see you (Y/N). You really did great tonight.” – A tall blond man walked toward you, and you started breathing heavily. – “It’s time to stop playing hide and seek; you need to come home with me, that’s where a lawful wife belongs.” – He smirked.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Raymond.” – You took a couple steps back.

“Feisty… I’ve always love that.” – His hands slid on his perfectly slicked back hair.- “Now, come on, don’t make things harder for you. I said COME.” – His eyes darkened with rage, and you knew exactly what that meant.- “Darling?” – He extended his hand, as an invitation for you to follow him home.

You shook your head, terrified. You couldn’t go back to the life you once had. He looked down, biting his lip.

“Why do you insist in making me lose my patience, huh?” – He approached even more, grabbing your chin with his hand. – “WHY can’t you just be quiet and obedient (Y/N)? Why do you make me do this?”

“You’re hurting me…” – You winced.

“And you hurt me, every time you run away.” – He kissed your lips forcefully.

You bit his lip hard, breaking it, and then spat on his face. He slapped you so hard you stumbled over a table.

“You’re a monster, and I’ll never willingly go with you.” – You pressed your hand on your reddened cheek.

“(Y/N), I love you…” – He pulled a knife out of his pocket.- “And that’s why I need you to hurt , just the way I hurt when you leave…” – He smirked maliciously, walking towards you once again.

“What are you doing? Stop.” – You screamed, in horror.

“You see, ungrateful woman, from now on, you’ll always smile when I touch you, just like you should…” – His eyes glistened with evil.

Hearing you, Reggie realized there was trouble, and he silently walked in the main room of the club, with a gun on his hand. He walked towards Raymond, hitting his head hard with his gunstock. Raymond fell on his knees, dropping the knife, which you kicked away from his reach.

“I came to realize you are a man of poor choices…” – Reggie said bitterly, and Raymond lift his hands in defeat, as the coward he was.

You were still breathless, terrified.

“First of all, I fucking hate when people come in my club with any kind of gun in their possession. It’s not good for the bar. And I don’t like violence in here…” – Reggie put his gun against your husband’s head. – “Second, poor choice of weapon. You’re not really smart, are you? You didn’t stand a chance in the first place, not on my watch…” – He removed the trigger safety.

“Reggie…” - You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Now, get up, look me in the fucking eyes like the man you’re not. I’m about to tell you what your poorest choice was.” – Reggie took two steps back. – “And don’t even try to be funny, I’ll shoot you between the eyes, mate.”

Raymond got up, facing Reggie.

“You poorest fucking choice is being a coward, who hurts helpless women. I’m afraid you must pay for that.”

“Have you been sleeping with her? Is that why you’re protecting this useless bitch?”

“Mate, I’d strongly suggest you to fucking shut it.”

“If you haven’t, I’ll save you the suspense, it sucks, it’s not worth all this drama, so just let me take her home.”

“I thought that once you had a gun on your face, you’d show your wife the respect you owe her, the respect and love she deserve. You also owe her an apology. So by all means, go ahead and do it, right now. ”

Raymond turned to you, and you could see he was upset.

“You fucking bitch.” – He stepped quickly toward you, choking you with his both hands, the harder he could. Your nails were digging in his flesh, as begging him to stop, and it started to get harder for you to breath.

“When you have bad habits, you have them to the bone, I know about that, more than I’d like to, meaning I also know you don’t deserve the chance to see another day.” – Reggie pulled the trigger and the sound of the shot was the only thing to break the silence, for a moment.

Raymond’s hands stopped choking you, his eyes widened before you could see his life leaving them. Your dress was soaked in his blood, and his body slowly fell against yours, until it finally fell at your feet. You kneeled by his body, your hands were now red, and you shook him, searching for a sign of life, even though you knew there wasn’t any.

Tears danced in your eyes, and you could feel a kind of twist in your stomach. Everything was blurry, but you could hear Reggie’s steps.

“You… You killed him…” – You looked up at him, visibly disturbed.

“I had to, he was going to hurt you, and I have feelings for you, I couldn’t allow such thing. If not today, he was going to do it tomorrow, or whenever he’d catch you… I couldn’t stand see you being consumed by fear anymore.” – He offered you his hand, but you didn’t take it.

“But I never wanted anyone to get hurt. I don’t know if I can live with that. Can you?”

His silence was the answer. This was the side of him you didn’t know; he did what had to be done, he protected his interests however it was needed, and it often involved blood. The violence you wanted to avoid, by running away from your husband, it was the same you just saw in Reggie, when he killed Raymond in cold blood.

In that moment, you realized the man you fell in love with wasn’t only sweet and gentlemanly, as you used to think he was. The rumors were probably true, and the Krays were probably dangerous. Reggie had a dark side, bigger than you could even begin to imagine.

“You’ll be fine (Y/N).” – He put his gun aside, fixing his disheveled hair. – “I’ll solve this, make sure his body is found and he’ll have a proper funeral… From today on, you’re free, and you must fear no one.” – He helped you getting up, cupping your cheek in his hands.

“No one except you.” – You escaped his touch, breathing heavily. You grabbed your coat and put it on, walking into the rainy dark night.

Reggie could live with the guilty of killing a man. But could he live with the guilt of pushing you away?

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Partners in Crime (Kray Twins x Reader)

Request by the sweet @kind-wolf 🖤

Warnings: violence, swearing

Author’s Notes: I’m really sorry I wrote this in such a rush, but it has been hard for me to write long chapters and to write frequently. I hope you like it anyway 🙏 I’m sorry if this has some kind of error, but I wrote this at 2 a.m. in my phone, so something might have slipped...

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Partners in Crime

You had been dating Reggie for some long months now, the happiest of your life; you knew what his life was like, he made sure he was completely honest with you once things between you both got serious, because he knew he could trust you with his deepest secrets. Reggie wanted you to know what kind of life he had in the shadows, so that you’d be aware of all the dangers you could be facing now that you were with him.

His gangster life wasn’t easy to deal with, but the biggest challenge in your relationship was definitely his brother. Ronald had always been suspicious of females, especially the ones with relevance on his brother’s life, and you were no exception. He kept filling Reggie’s head with his theories about you, about how evil and a gold digger you were. Reggie never believed in his absurd stories, but that didn’t stop him from trying, he kept making up worse theories instead , such as you being a spy for a rival gang. You never knew for sure what he told Reggie, but you knew he despised you, no matter how hard you tried to get along with him. Your efforts seemed worthless for Ron, so you started avoiding him instead.

Reggie tried to make Ron believe you weren’t the woman he thought you were, that you were the one for him, but he wasn’t convinced. He tried to make you believe things would be better as well, once Ron got to know you better, but seeing how hostile he was with you , you just couldn’t believe it.

With each of Ron’s thoughtless and careless actions, Krays’ lives became increasingly harder. Having cops after them was something they were used to, but the other gangsters weren’t nearly as calm or stupid as cops. They were thirsty for blood and had a ruthless sense of justice. Recently they broke in the club, catching Reggie off guard, stabbing him multiple times when leaving only when he seemed to be dead. But your man was stronger than they thought, he survived and was now at home, recovering from the incident, stepping away from London’s underworld for a while.

You always tricked your parents, saying you were going to your best friend’s house, but you went to Reggie’s instead, to check on him and taking até of that stubborn man. Keeping Reggie resting was almost as hard as pleasing Ron, if not harder, but most of times your pants and kisses did the job.

“Don’t worry love, I’m ready for another!” - He smiled and played with your hair, while you were laying by his side, head in his chest. When you heard his words, you lift your head, facing him and scowling at him.

“Don’t say that, not even joking, Reginald Kray! I’d hit you right now, if you weren’t in recovery!” - You then laid your head back in his chest.

“Well, about that, I think I already...”

“Hmmm hmmm” - You interrupted him, shaking your head in disapproval.

“ You didn’t even hear me, woman!” - He kisses your forehead.

“Yet, I am sure I know you well enough to know that I won’t like what you were going to say. Don’t even start thinking of leaving the bed, Reg.”

“Not while you’re in here, hell no..” - He tightened his arms around you.

“Neither when I’m not, Reggie... You heard the doctor, the wounds are still pretty ugly, you need some more time to recover, baby.” - You buried your face in his neck, planting a gentle kiss there.

“You know I have urgent businesses to handle, love.” - He looked down at you.

“No fucking business is more important than your life, period.”

“Oh, you women are so protective, and that’s so lovely.”

“Yes we are, but only of those who we love more than ourselves, Reg.” - You sentence was followed by a painful silence, and you sighed. - “ I know you’re a part of that world, and I know that world is a part of you, there’s no use in trying to change that, and I won’t... But I need you to be safe, to take care. I can’t afford to lose you.”

“There’s only this meeting...”

You got up from his chest, sitting on the bed, your back turned to him, drying your eyes.

“Do you ever listen to me?” - You shook your head, your voice cracking.

“ I can’t let Ron go alone, you know his temper, I can’t trust him with peace negotiations, that would go terribly wrong.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, hurt he didn’t even try to understand your point, and your motives. Reggie winced, sitting in the bed and reaching for your arm.

“(Y/N), babe...”

“ Don’t fucking babe me, Reginald, I’m going home.”

“ Listen , love, I’m out of options here.”

“ I can be an option Reggie.” - You turned to face him.

“I understand, and you’ll always be my priority, but...”

“No, I don’t think you’re understanding.” - You sighed. - “I’ll go with Ron.”

“What?! No. No, no,no.” - He put his hand on his head, as if you said something crazy.

“ Don’t you trust me?”

“ I do (Y/N), with my life, but that’s too dangerous.”

“More dangerous than a paranoid schizophrenic guy, with no medication? No. I’ll have Ron with me, that’ll be alright.”

“That doesn’t put me at ease, things between you and Ron aren’t easy at all.”

“Trust me, I can handle it. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you...” - Your eyes met his and he sighed heavily.

“ Even if I agreed this insane idea, which I haven’t yet, Ron absolutely wouldn’t.”

“Well, don’t ask Reginald, just inform him . He respects and trusts you, he’ll end up accepting it.”

“I’ll think about that, ok? Now come here , my main concern now is to enjoy every moment with you, not discussing this kind of things, alright?”

“Fine, but just know that I won’t give up. “ - You laid by his side, reaching for his lips and kissing him urgently, trying to show how deeply your loved him.

Reggie knew you wouldn’t give up, and you knew a lot about his businesses, so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. Convincing Ron was the biggest challenge, once again , they discussed it for days , but Reggie ended up successfully talking Ron into it, due his endless persistence. Ron made it clear he wouldn’t stop anyone from killing you, to which Reggie replied that you were a part of him, and how devastated he’d be if anything ever happened to you. Ron didn’t quite understand Reggie’s feelings for you, but he agreed to work with you as if you both were in Reggie’s presence, but in this single mission only, he said.

In the following days your boyfriend got you a gun and taught you how to use it, in case you needed it. You were a fast learner, plus you wanted to show him you could do it, so in no time you were handling a gun as if you had done it for years.

When the day of the meeting came, Reggie begged you to be careful. It felt as if your roles had been reversed, usually it was the other way around : you begging him to take care and come home safe, so that you could spend the rest of your days with him. You warmly kissed him goodbye, and then left his home, getting in the car where Ron was impatiently waiting, smoking his cigar. The ride was long and painfully silent.

When you arrived the place of the meeting, you turned to Ron, who looked back at you in disgust.

“Frank , could you please leave me and Mr. Kray alone for a minute?” - You asked politely, giving the driver a smile. He obeyed, disappearing from your sight. - “Alright Ron...”

He just grunted, staring at you in confusion.

“ I know you hate me, though I don’t know exactly why... And I also know you’ve been sparing no effort to make Reggie get me out of his life. Just know that I won’t let it happen,not so easily.” - You narrowed your eyes. - “ I tried, and will keep trying, to keep things civilised between us, not for you, not for me, but for your brother, who I love so damn much. I won’t be leaving, Ronald. I love Reggie, and you are his brother, so I know in your way you love him too. I would never want to bring you both apart, please understand that. I just want peace, that’s all.”

“We won’t ever be friends, (Y/N).”

“We don’t need to be, even if it was better for us to try.”

“ You should fear what may happen to you.” - He interrupted you.

“ Well, Ron, dear, let me give you the news : I don’t fear whatever may happen to me, neither I fear you, or anyone, just for the record. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to be with your brother, who happens to be the love of my life, regardless of what you, my parents, the pope, or anyone thinks/wants. So just fucking deal with it.” - You pointed your finger at his chest and then got out of the car. - “Now let’s finish this. And try not to go psycho in the middle of the damn meeting Ron, or I swear to God I’ll shoot you, and believe it or not, I already have more than motives to.”

He followed you in silence, processing whatever the hell just happened, and everything you said.

Arriving the room you were both invited to seat by a broad man, whose black eyes showed no sign of him having a soul within him.

He first talked about how stupid and naïve it was for the Krays to believe they’d have peace after some incidents they caused, then he just kept roasting them, getting worse word after word, spitting venom every time. At this point your blood was boiling already, your expression visibly hardening. The men kept talking about how unstable, lunatic and a freak of nature Ron was, and that he should’ve never make it out of his mother’s womb, he then started insulting Reggie, calling him a delusional pussy who sent his bitch to deal with his problems. And he kept on, he kept on for some good minutes, enjoying insulting them and insulting you. The men then turned around, pouring himself a drink.

In that moment you took the gun Reggie gave you, while Ron was distracted trying to keep it together. You got up, approaching the man.

“Just one more thing...” - The man turned and you aimed at his chest, he laughed in in your face. The anger and rage took over you and you pulled the trigger, not once, not twice, but as many times as the bullets you had, even after he was lifeless on the floor.

“Have you lost your mind?” - Ron shouted at you, getting the gun out of your hand . - “ What about the...” - He made an high pitch voice, mimicking you .- “Try not to go Psycho, Ron, or I’ll fucking shoot you!” - He then mimicked Reggie.- “ Oh Ron, she’ll go with you so that someone keeps your cool when you get mad!” - He went back to his normal voice.- “ All this and YOU fucking shot the guy and start a gang war?!”

“Ron, you heard him, we wouldn’t have peace anyway. And I wouldn’t let him talk shit about Reggie and you , and despise your honor and name like that! That’s now how I work Ron, loyalty and protecting the ones I love are everything for me. He would insult someone I care for , just like that, and get away with it!”

Ron took of his glasses, scratching his eyes, weighting what you had just said. You talked like family would, and that confused the shit out of him. He wanted do hate you, but you did and said things he valued a lot. He put his glasses back on, sighing and willing to thank you for your loyalty, offering you his own.

“What are you doing?” - You asked, as he removed the bullets from the chamber of his gun, putting them on your and giving it back to you.

“ No one will know you did it, and if anyone asks, I did it, not you.” - He removed his jacket, placing it over the body. - “Your jacket, scarf and whatever clothes you don’t need, please. We can’t leave him here.”

“What?! No! I stand for what I’ve done!” - You have him some of your clothes.

“Listen (Y/N), I don’t doubt you do, but I think you’re no idea what consequences these acts bring. I’m ready for them, and you’re not.” - He wrapped the body in the clothes.

You didn’t know exactly what to say, as you didn’t expect him to behave like that.

“No, that’s wrong! I can’t let you pay for my actions.”

He got up, getting closed and putting his hair back in place.

“That’s What family does (Y/N), we have each other’s backs, no matter what, and sooner or latter that’s what we’ll be. Family.”

“ Oh Ron...” - You closed your eyes and then hug him right, and for a second he replied, even if he hated displays of affection.

He slapped your shoulder lightly.

“Now come on, we’ve got a body to get a rid of, partner!”

“But Ron?”

He was now back to the task of dragging the body.

“Hmm?”

“ I’ll have to be honest with Reggie, I won’t lie to the man I love.”

“Be honest then, but I’m sure as Hell that he’ll agree with the plan of protecting you, it’s the best for everyone.”

You helped him dragging the body.

“ And Ron... Thank you, for trying to protect me, and for all the stupid things you sometimes do, that I know that you do to protect Reggie as well. It means a lot.”

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