On June 8th 2025, it will be an entire year since I posted my first fic with Lydia Shelby.
To celebrate, Lydia will be taking over my blog for the entire day. If you wish to get involved in her celebration, you may do so in one of the following ways -
#AskLydia - Got any questions for or about Lydia? Send them in!
#TellLydia - Got a secret? Confession? She's all ears.
#GiftLydia - Moodboards, blurbs or even just something silly/fun. All gratefully recieved.
If none of those take your fancy, you're more than welcome to just keep your eyes peeled for some fun Lydia content.
Asks can be sent anytime from now, and will all be answered on June 8th. 🫶🏻
Tagging those who may want to get involved (no pressure, of course) - @novashelby @zablife @evita-shelby @pacifymebby @thatcrazyblonde57 @jelly-rei @darklydeliciousdesires @runnning-outof-time @vivianleighwishesshewasme @futurefamousdeadmusician @hoodeddreams13 @murderousginger @peakyltd @lau219 @bonniegoldisasexbomb @cherrycilly @cillianmurphysdimples @radioactiveradarzoneuvb-76 @brummiereader @peakysgiri
Hi Daisy! I wanted to send in a question for/about Lydia (and hopefully it’ll be one you’ve not answered/elaborated on before):
How does she feel about Tommy’s over-the-top plans/schemes that he’s always thinking up? Does she appreciate them? Feel uneasy about them? Does she take an active part in them as she gets older or does she stay off to the side? (Does Tommy let her be part in them?) And if she’s against them, does she let him know? — it’s gotta be tough for her given how close she is to him
Hopefully I’ve done this right 😅 - happy birthday again to your lovely OC! 💛
Ooooh, sweet pea.
You're going to want to pull up a chair and grab your favourite brew for this one...
You lot think I cause trouble? Try living with Thomas Shelby.
"Oh, 'ere we fuckin' go."
Look, I grew up watching my brother build empires out of smoke and blood. Even when I was little, I knew Tommy’s mind never properly rested. He was always planning five steps ahead of every other fucker. Or at least he tried.
I’d be fibbing if I said I don’t get uneasy sometimes. Some of the things he dreams up? They’re fucking dangerous. Reckless, even. Not just for him but for everyone. But, you see, they’re also genius, and when they work, they change everything in the best bloody ways. So yeah, I do appreciate them. I see the brilliance, but I see the cost too.
As I’ve got older, he’s started letting me in a bit more. Not always at first because he still tries to keep me protected, but I don’t do sidelines. If he’s got a plan that puts any of us at risk, I want to know about it and I want a say. And he knows better than to underestimate me now... I think.
Do I always agree with him? Fuck no. And when I don’t agree with him, I'll tell him to his face. But not in public, never in front of anyone. I'll tell him when it's just the two of us. I’m not in the business of making him look weak, or undermining him in front of a bunch of people. But he knows if I think something’s wrong, I’ll tell him. That’s never changed, not since I learned to yap for Birmingham.
It is tough, being close to him. Because I see the things no one else does. The wear and tear behind his eyes. The way he never really stops. So even when I do disagree, I never forget why he does it all. It’s for us.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight him if I have to.
Yours in chaos,
Lydia E. Shelby
Thank you so much for getting involved, K. I absolutely loved answering this! 🤍
Happy Tumbversary to Lydia!!💙💜Sending a ton of love to her! My question to her is: what is her favorite part of being a Shelby and what's the most negative part about it?
Thank you for the love, sending some right back!
My favourite part of being a Shelby? Easy.
I'm never alone, not really. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how deep the shit runs, I’ve got a wall of brothers who would set the world on fire if I asked them to, and a sister who would hand me the matches and dare me to do it myself.
That kind of loyalty doesn’t come soft, and it sure as hell doesn’t come clean, but it’s real. I’ve always known where home is.
Even if home looks like chaos with a cigarette in its mouth...
"Eh?"
The worst part? Being born with a name people think they already understand.
I walk into a fucking room and people decide what kind of person I am before I even get chance to speak. They see 'Shelby' and think they’ve got me pegged - dangerous, heartless, corrupt, dramatic, take your pick. Sometimes they want to be you, sometimes they want to kill you.
You lose count of how many people love you for the wrong reasons, and how many hate you without ever knowing your face. Makes it hard to trust some days.
But I’d still rather be a Shelby than anything else.