anonymous asked:

So, you think Louis is gona stay and help look after the kids now while Lottie and Tommy are on holiday

I have no doubt that Louis will help with the kids, but I need to say something because I’m confused by a lot of stuff I see about Louis, Lottie, and the twins (including other asks I received today). This fandom realizes they have a dad, right? Dan is a person who exists. So is Fizzy, the older twins, Dan’s sister, their grandparents, and probably other family members and friends who can help out if needed. I realize that Lottie and Tommy help with the younger kids a ton, but this fandom sometimes seems to have the misguided belief that they are single-handedly raising Doris and Ernest and that’s quite insulting to Dan and the other members of their family who help too.

Holiday - Tommy Shelby

The trip to London gets off to a rocky start. 

Holiday - Tommy Shelby | part of Gods + Monsters Series

You sat in the front seat beside Tommy. He was silent while he drove, though you weren’t entirely sure what he would have to talk about with you. He was clear that whatever business he needed you for was not something he felt the need to discuss with you. In the early hours of the morning you had walked to his house with a bag, just a change of clothes, and he’d handed you a gun.  

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Tommy Shelby: Season 3, Vignette 4

Warnings: None
Word Count: 983
About: Tommy Shelby and I were a thing. A big thing. Until he left for France. Watch through a series of snapshots at my life after he returns from the war. Requests are accepted.
Edited/Beta-ed: No

Tommy was out camping, again. Charles whimpered, his small body squirming in the bed next to me. I reached a hand over, resting it on his little chest, calming him. Tilting my head, I looked out my window again, every so often I would see the flicker of a flame on the hill. Sighing, I closed my eyes trying to sleep, but was greeted only with the image of a coffin and a hole in the ground.

It had become a routine for us. I would mind Charlie, comforting him and Tommy would take Grace’s horse to the hill, light a fire and sleep out for the night. At the break of dawn, he would return, take Charlie from my bed, and hide in his office for the day, at which point I would take one of the horses out for a ride.

It worked for us; Charlie was cared for, Tommy was able to grieve alone and I didn’t have to see him. I didn’t want to see him. I couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing that my friend, the woman he loved, had died and left us trapped together in this house. I wanted to comfort him, but I knew that it would cross a line I didn’t think I was prepared to cross. Being that emotionally available to him, allowing us to grow closer, to breach the gap that had been ripped between us all those years ago. I knew I would fall into that hole that I had so carefully tried to pull myself out of. I knew I would fall, and this time I wouldn’t be able to come back.

The mare I had chosen today was a heavy, grey. Built for strength, not speed, she had a kind eye and sweet temperament. When animals darted out from undergrowth, racing across our path, she did not start. She was young, still to be broken to harness, but the muscles in her hindquarters were promising. I heard a yell, and the crackle of wheels on gravel.

“Tommy!” someone yelled. I frowned, gathering my reins and nudging the mare forwards. I broke through the trees and nudged the mare into a canter. Around the side of the house, the Shelby household, excluding the maids, was gather on the front drive, visibly distressed. Noticing me, Finn pointed to the road, where a wagon was making its way slowly around the corner. Without hesitation, I clicked my tongue and the mare took off at a gallop, knowing that the mare could easily outrun the wagon, I followed the drive instead of jumping over the fence. It would save the horse’s joints and her energy.

“Tommy!” I called.

Johnny turned around, peering over the side of the cart. His eyes widened at the sight of me. He disappeared over the side, and the cart begun to slow. I trotted around to the front of the cart, making sure I was in front of Tommy’s horse so he couldn’t take off.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I said. Charlie cracked a smile at me, and waved his chubby arms in my direction. I supressed a grin.

“Holiday.” Tommy clicked his tongue and his horse moved forwards, forcing my mare to leap out the way. She snapped at the black Thoroughbred, and I yanked her head back. Scowling I turned her around and rode alongside the cart, speeding up into a trot.

“What about the family?”

“We’ll only be gone a few days. Arthur and John are big boys, they can run things for a while.”

“Tommy. Fucking stop the wagon and tell me where we’re going.”
“There is no we.”

“Johnny, where the fuck are you going?”

“I don’t know, Miss. He won’t tell me.”

“Go home,” Tommy said, clicking his tongue. Next to him, Charles cooed.


“Well, shut up then.”


“If you’re going to follow, I want quiet.”

So, I stayed quiet. I quickly worked out which direction we were travelling in. “We’re going to Wales?”


To visit the gypsies. Now, what business would Tommy have with the gypsies?

She could still ride better than any of us. Her skirts were hiked up around her thighs, and I could see her claves wrapped around the torso of her horse, holding firmly as she cantered ahead. She looked so relaxed and peaceful as she rode, and I was reminded of the young girl on the runaway horse roaming the streets of Birmingham. She had become even more beautiful than she had been then. The wagon bumped over another pothole and I grimaced as it jolted Charlie awake in my arms. He had been sleeping peacefully, exhausted from the day’s events, but now he was awake and screaming. Hearing his cries, she slowed down the horse, turning the mare around and walking back to the wagon.

Charlie reached his chubby arms for her, and smile that brightened her face broke my heart.

“Can I?” she asked me, gesturing to Charlie.

I nodded. “Careful.”

She gave me one of those sly grins I liked to think she saved only for me. “Always.”

She leant down carefully, her horse standing still beneath her. She grabbed Charlie and carefully settled him in front of her. He giggled and grabbed handfuls of snowy white mane. Carefully they moved off, at a slow walk. The party continued on, with both Johnny Dogs and Tommy watching the pair on the white horse.

“She’s a looker, that’s for sure.” Johnny commented. The look I sent him melted lesser men. “The horse I mean,” he elaborated.

I turned back to the road, ignoring the look Johnny sent me. “She’ll make a good broodmare.”

There was a giggle as Charlie reached for an overhanging branch, showering the both of them and the horse in droplets of water from the leaves.

“Aye,” I said quietly. “She would.”

Part 3

Part 5

Imagine Billy and Tommy celebrating Jewish holidays

And of course Teddy is involved; even though he was raised Christian he can say his prayers and follows the traditions like a pro. Kate doesn’t quite follow any religion but she understands that this is important for her teammates so she just smiles and eats with them, and if she doesn’t pray too well there aren’t any hard feelings. America is curious about the traditions and thinks it’s amusing that her god is worshipping someone else but, of course, doesn’t say anything.