Tom Hardy Character Imagines

The Crash (NSFW)- Ronnie Kray x OFC

Ronnie looked down into her eyes and he knew that he was hopelessly in love. She was beautiful; the way her mouth parted and she breathed his name softly as their bodies rocked together gently. It was funny really to think it could feel this way. Before her, sex was just an animalistic release of primal urges that needed satiating. And now? If he heard someone else saying such a thing, he would scoff and tell them to put their fucking poncey lovey dovey novel back down and read a real book for a real man. But the fact was that having her in his arms was like reading the pages from every one of those very books he used to mock. Touching her, this sweet lovely thing, in his murdering hands was like touching the stars in the night sky.

"You're far away, Ron," she murmured, touching his face gently.

"Nah," he shook his head. "I'm right here."

The day Ronnie Kray first met Chelsea was a day like any other. He ate breakfast with his mother and Reggie then he went to the club to attend to some business. Reggie had a meeting elsewhere in the afternoon so he used the car while Ronnie walked home to take a bath and change before returning back to the club for the night. To be fair, he could have easily arranged another car but he enjoyed the walk back home from the club. He enjoyed walking through the streets that he and Reggie owned. People smiled and asked how his mother was, and while he didn't have that charismatic ease with human beings that Reggie did, he did have the manners he was born with and always gave a polite if not a little abrupt reply.

They hadn't changed much, these streets, yet at the same time they had changed dramatically. People moved here, people left here; but some things remained ever constant. The sound of mothers shouting at their children; the noises of those very same children playing in the street without a care in the world. Day by day the world was changing but sometimes Ronnie wished it could just carry on the way it was. He continued to ponder these thoughts as he crossed the road, and lost in his own mind he didn't hear the little chiming of the bicycle bell up ahead. He landed on the floor with a thud and the first thing he was aware of was the smell of citrus. Then he felt a soft body pressing against his own and he scowled at the girl on top of him.

"What the fuck?" he growled, sitting up.

"I'm so sorry," she apologised with a grimace. "I did ring my bell but you didn't see me."

"So you thought you'd fucking run me over?" he grunted, helping the girl to her feet before brushing the dirt off his suit.

A few people had come outside to see what all the commotion was about, and those that had seen the crash were worried nervously waiting for Ronnie to lose his temper with the girl.

"I really am sorry," she answered, grimacing as she tested her weight on one of her feet and realised it hurt like hell.

"You hurt your foot?" Ronnie noticed her discomfort immediately.

"I think so," she nodded with a sigh as she glanced over at her bike which was in a twisted pile of metal a few metres away. "And apparently I've broken my only mode of transport as well."

Ronnie grunted and motioned for her to sit on the curb and take her shoe off.

"Everything alright, Ron?" a familiar voice shouted from one of the open doorways.

"Yes thank you, Mrs Bryant," Ronnie called back. "Just going to make sure this clumsy girl is alright and then we'll be gone."

"Righto love."

"I really resent being called clumsy," the girl screwed up her face as Ronnie began prodding at her foot, turning it this way and that. "You're the one who ignored my bell."