Fall in Line || HP Crossover / Peaky Blinders - Thomas Shelby x OC

IV

Arthur stumbled to his room, his nose crinkling up from the foul stench on his clothes, not that he could complain - it's his fault for having slept in a whore house drunker than a boiled owl and having a bunch of wet girls sleeping on top of him like he was a needle in the haystack. His pocket was emptied out so he had to walk back home from across town.

Fookin' hell, Polly was gonna have his balls staked to the table. He spent all his money on whiskey, sex, and drugs again.

Rubbing at his eyes, Arthur yawned into his elbow, jaw cracking and ears popping. He noticed Tommy's door was wide open - odd. Tommy always kept his door shut even when he wasn't in his room. He went up to it, intending to shut the door for him when he froze. Blinking several times to rid himself of the fuzz and a slight tap to his cheeks.

Nope. Still seeing it.

Arthur bowed his head a little, eyes squinting.

Tommy was on the floor with a white-haired girl curled up at his side, her face covered, their hands intertwined, her legs between his and his brother's arm wrapped tightly around her little waist as if to keep her there. He looked... Well, Tommy looked peaceful, a little smile playing on the corners of his lips.

They were sharing a fucking blanket.

Arthur pulled the door shut, it clicked softly behind him. He turned back around and went back downstairs just in time for Polly to come out of the kitchen, a steaming cup of tea in one hand and five McVitie's in the other. Her hair was pulled into rollers still, and a dressing robe around her nightgown. She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. As usual, Polly's face was already powdered and painted before any of them saw her.

"Just get in painting the town red?" Polly asked.

"Am I dreaming or does Tom have a little lass in his room?" He pointed his thumb behind him towards the stairs, his voice was confused and raspy from dehydration.

Polly laughed.

"Aye. Her name's Calliope and she'll be staying with us from now on. Tommy brought her here last night."

Arthur's mustache twitched. "What?"

"Johnny Doggs found her. Charlie and Curly got Tommy and Tommy brought her here. She's a druid, no gimmicks. She's an honest witch and Tommy wants her to stay." That last part wasn't said for sure but Polly had a dream. Her dreams were never wrong. Tommy was going to keep her even if he had to tie her up to him.

Arthur nodded his head as if he was agreeing but he didn't understand her. His head was still fucked from the bottle but he did grasp that yes, there was a girl. No, he wasn't hullicantaint and yes, they had a new housemate. And of course, Tommy was already staking a claim on her to the family. Which meant she was one of them.

Tommy never brought girls home. Not even Greta before the war and he was in love with Greta. Tommy never brought anyone home. Freddie, his own best mate had been barred from the house.

But Tommy brought this Calliope.

That had to mean something.

Either the girl was a deity or he had a head injury. Arthur was going for deity.

"All right then," He smacked his lips. "G'night, Pol."

"It's the bloody morning," Polly scoffed at him.

"Then good mornin'," He waved her off and went back up the stairs to get a few extra hours of sleep.

When he next woke and came down the stairs freshly bathed and dressed for the day it was to find the prettiest of girls swaying in trousers way too tight for her in the kitchen as she cooked ham and eggs in skillet at the stove. Tommy was drinking tea and smoking a cigarette as he watched her. Arthur followed his line of sight and deduced that yes, Tommt was staring at the girl's plumpy arse.