Tom Hardy Character Imagines

Dancing In The Dark- Ronnie Kray x OFC

Ronnie couldn't sleep. His brain was tick ticking; thinking about all sorts of crazy things. Next to him, Nancy was fast asleep, curled up against his side; all warm and comforting like a hot water bottle. Her hair was mussed up; the remnants of the hairspray she had used to tease it into style when the two of them had gone out to the club that night still stuck there.

As always Nancy had looked beautiful and she had turned the heads of many a man, yet her own eyes had been all for him. It baffled Ronnie to no end because he knew he wasn't worthy of her. Tonight had been just another example of that when she had asked him to dance.

"But you love to dance," she pouted when Ronnie shook his head.

She knew that would be his answer but she had decided to try anyway because who knew when a miracle might occur.

"Just go and dance with Reg or Albie instead," he grumbled.

"I don't want to dance with them; I want to dance with you."

Ronnie leaned back in his chair, taking a puff of his cigar as he regarded her with his infamous steely gaze.

"And I said I don't want to dance."

"Fine," she shrugged indifferently, even though he could see the hurt on her face. "You just sit here and be miserable all night; I don't care."

Watching Albie spin her around the dance floor, Ronnie tried to stop jealousy from eating at him like a parasite. But he couldn't help the envious thoughts from forming and he wished more than anything he was the one dancing to the live band with her. She was right, he loved to dance; his body just couldn't help itself when he heard a good piece of music. But a slight wobble of his body by himself at a party was different to dancing out in the open with her for everyone to see. And what was the problem with that exactly? Well, it was just another way to tell the Richardson gang that she was his Achilles heel, wasn't it? And that's precisely what she was, and she had been from pretty much the moment he laid eyes on her. He'd heard people speak of love; he'd read about it; he'd seen it with his own two eyes, barely able to conceal a scowl of disgust at his brother and Frances' appallingly sweet displays of affection. But until he met her he'd never felt it, let alone imagined he ever would. And now he couldn't clearly remember how it felt to not love her. It was all consuming and all encompassing yet he still felt as though he couldn't get enough of her. He didn't want to get enough of her. He wanted her to be the air he needed to breathe; the hint of light in his darkened mind; the smile to his scowl. But he was terrified that if he showed all of that in public then someone would find a way to take her from him. He couldn't be the reason her life was taken.

His eyes lingered on her as she danced; his fingers twitching with the need to touch her and press his nose to her strawberry scented hair. Albie spun her a little too hard and when she almost fell to the ground, Ronnie could hear her laugh across the room, right over the noise of the music and he smiled into his whiskey glass.

"Fucking hell I haven't seen you smile like that since mum got you that blue toy train for Christmas when we were kids," Reggie sat down at the table with a grin, his gaze following Ronnie's. "She's got a right dirty laugh, Nancy, hasn't she?"

"I told her once she cackled like a witch and she threatened to do a spell to make my balls shrivel up if I said it again," Ronnie commented, drawing a genuine laugh from his twin.

"She's a keeper, Ron," Reggie chuckled.

"She most definitely is."

And Ronnie was a selfish man. Even though he knew he should really let Nancy go and find someone more worthy, he wasn't willing to let her go. With a gentle kiss upon her lips, he watched her brow furrow as she stirred in her sleep, and just as he hoped she opened her eyes sleepily to look at him.

"Ron? Everything alright?" Nancy croaked.

"No," he shook his head.

"No? What's wrong?"

"I need you to come downstairs with me right now," he ordered, sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed.

"Right now?" Nancy frowned, glancing at the bedside table. "It's four o'clock in the morning."

"I know but it's important," Ronnie assured her, heading downstairs without waiting for her.

With a sigh she forced herself out of bed and followed Ronnie to the living room where she found him standing fiddling about with the record player. When the beginnings strains of Elvis Presley's 'Can't Help Falling In Love With You' started, Ronnie held out a hand to her and she looked at him in confusion.

"Ron, I thought you said this was something important," Nancy narrowed her eyes.

"It is," he murmured, pulling her gently into his arms.

And in the early hours of the morning, the two of them swayed to the gentle rhythm of one song and then another while Ronnie murmured how much he loved Nancy. And she loved him too.

Always.