Peaky Blinders Imagines

"I don't need fucking excuses."

Thomas Shelby Imagine #5
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(This chapter does have smut (and I don't usually write it so I'm sorry it's not super good right now), so if you don't wish to read it, I recommend skipping this one. Just a heads up!) (:

A woman's wedding day is supposed to be the most important day of her life, and when I stepped out of the shower on the most important day of my life, immediately I knew something was wrong.

"Where are my clothes?" I looked around the room for the small pile of folded clothes I had set aside, to no avail. Did I leave them out in the bedroom?

I went to grab a towel off of the rack to go check when I realized they had also vanished from their place on the shelves. All of the clothes and towels had been taken out from when I started my shower until now.

"Fuck." I whispered.

Nobody was home except for me. Everybody was out getting ready for the wedding and wouldn't be here for another two hours.

Usually not having clothes in the bathroom wouldn't be an issue, but Thomas and I had kept ourselves on opposite ends of the house this past night as we didn't want to see each other 24 hours before we wed. So I had no clothes in this room besides the ones I wore in here. The ones that have also now miraculously disappeared.

I'm going to have to make it across the house without being seen.

I padded through the guest room, leaving wet prints as I did, and quietly opened the door. When I peaked, I made sure no one was around before I made a dash to an adjacent hallway. Luckily for me, most of the staff was downstairs preparing for the festivities so the chance of running into one was low.

I walked along the wall of the hallway, continuously checking behind me to make sure no one was there. When the coast was clear I made another sprint to another hallway that led to the other wing of the house.

I made it halfway down the hallway before I heard two voices. I tried to listen from which direction they were coming from but it was hard to tell as the house echoed terribly. In a split second decision I kept running in the direction I was headed.

Unfortunately I chose wrong because almost instantly John and Arthur turned the corner. When we made eye contact I prayed that they wouldn't look down, but I'm sure I was a sight to be seen running through the halls wet and naked.

"What the hell are you doing?" Arthur asked as I made a terrible attempt to cover myself.

"Is this a fucking game you're playing?" John asked, a smile appearing on his face.

I gritted my teeth together, "It's not a fucking game, someone stole all of my clothes and the towels in my bathroom. Now turn the fuck around before I take your eyes."

They chuckled softly between themselves but did as they were told, making sure they had their backs to me.

"Too bad it's not a game, I'd have asked to join." John whispered to Arthur, though he made sure it was loud enough for me to hear. They burst into laughter and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Take off your jacket, John." I demanded.

John went to turn around, "Are you fucking—"

The second he saw my face in a scowl he turned back around, holding his hands up in a surrender. He shook off his coat and held it behind him, offering it to me.