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wonderlanddreamer · 2 months ago

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[1925] The Shelby-Lee Residence.

When Luca Changretta sent the Italians to ambush John Shelby, he didn’t count on somebody being there to give him a heads up. [Season 4 - Episode 1]

[Part of The Lydia Saga]

The road stretched long and endless beneath the pale, overcast sky, the only sound the steady hum of the engine as Michael drove through the desolate countryside. The landscape rolled by in muted colours, fields of green and brown passing like a sombre painting under the diffused daylight. Lydia Shelby huddled in the backseat, her small frame pressed against the cold, unyielding leather. The thick coat wrapped around her did little to stave off the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. She felt almost invisible, a ghost in the back of Michael's car, her presence concealed beneath layers of fabric and shadows.

She knew she shouldn’t be there, and the thought of Tommy's inevitable fury sent a shiver down her spine. His temper was legendary, and she could already picture the storm in his eyes when he found out shehimd done.

Tommy had insisted she stay with him and Charlie at Arrow House, a fortress meant to keep her safe. Yet even when he was there, he wasn't truly present. His gaze was distant, clouded by the weight of business and burdens that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. She missed the warmth of family—the laughter, the chaos, the love. She missed John and Esme, and her nieces and nephews, the vibrant tapestry of life that they wove together.

When whispers of the black hand began to circulate, a sinister omen of danger lurking in the shadows, Lydia saw her opportunity. Michael had dropped off Ada and Polly with her, Charlie and Tommy at Charlie's yard, and in a moment of daring, she had seized her chance. Slipping into Michael's car, she curled herself into the floor, making herself as small and silent as possible. By the time Michael realized she was with him, they were already miles away, the city skyline fading into the distance.

“Jesus Christ, Lydia,” he had hissed, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration, barely sparing her a glance as he gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. “You snuck into my fucking car?”

Lydia met his gaze with defiance, lifting her chin. “I wanted to see John.”

Michael muttered something under his breath, shaking his head in exasperation. “Tommy’s gonna kill me, you know that?”

But there was no turning back. The Italians were coming, a relentless tide of danger that threatened to sweep away everything and everyone. Michael's priority was clear: he had to get John, Esme, and the kids back with the rest of the family before it was too late.

The moment they pulled up to John's house, a warmth spread through Lydia's chest, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile atmosphere of Arrow House. Here, the light spilled generously from the windows, casting a welcoming glow that cut through the dreary day. The sound of Esme’s laughter floated through the air, mixing with the lively chatter and clatter from within, creating a symphony of life that Lydia had sorely missed. This place was chaotic, alive, and undeniably real—a home.

John stood outside, a solid figure near the porch, arms crossed as he watched the car approach. His sharp gaze flickered past Michael, dismissing him momentarily, and landed on the small figure emerging from the backseat. His entire posture shifted from casual observation to alert surprise.

"Lydia?"

His voice was different, stripped of its usual teasing and cocky edge, replaced by genuine surprise. He stepped forward, brows furrowing in confusion. "What the fuck—?" His eyes darted to Michael, suspicion and disbelief evident. “You brought her?”

Michael groaned, the sound heavy with exasperation, as he rubbed a hand down his face. "She snuck into the car, John. I didn’t even realize she was there ‘til halfway through."

John’s expression darkened slightly, his grip tightening on his sleeves as if to suppress a rising wave of frustration. He looked down at Lydia, his blue eyes searching hers for some explanation or reassurance. "What the fuck were you thinkin’, eh?" His voice wasn’t angry, not really. It was more exasperated, a mixture of concern and disbelief. “Sneakin’ off to come here?”

Lydia lifted her chin, trying to maintain a facade of defiance. “I wanted to see you.”

For a moment, John just stared at her, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and concern. Then, with a heavy sigh, he leaned down to her level, his hands resting gently on her arms. “Jesus, Lyds.” He shook his head, his expression softening just slightly, revealing the depth of his worry. “You can’t be doin’ that. It ain't safe.”

She looked away, guilt threading through her bravado, settling like a weight in her chest. But before John could say anything more, Michael cleared his throat, injecting urgency into the moment.

"You need to come with us to Charlie's yard," Michael said, his voice tight with urgency. “You, Esme, the kids. Get in the car, alright? We need to go.”

John let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he straightened to his full height. "Oh, fuck off, Michael—"

Michael cut him off, stepping closer. "This isn't a joke, John. This is the Italian fuckin' mafia."

John scoffed, folding his arms, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You seriously came all this way just to tell me to run?" His eyes narrowed, challenging. "I ain't runnin', Michael."

Michael’s patience snapped, his frustration boiling over. "It’s not just you, John! You wanna play the tough bastard, fine, but what about Esme? The kids? You gonna let them get caught up in this just because you’re too fucking stubborn?"

The tension was thick, hanging in the air like a storm ready to break.

Lydia, standing a few feet away, glanced between them. She knew how John was—proud, fearless, sometimes to a fault. But she also saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides, betraying the conflict within him.

Just then, Esme stepped onto the porch, her presence a sudden force of nature, and suddenly, there were three voices battling for dominance on the front porch.

But Lydia wasn’t listening anymore.

Her gaze had drifted past them, beyond the house, beyond the escalating argument that seemed to grow more distant with each second. The world around her faded into a blur of sounds, leaving her alone with the chill creeping up her spine.

Something was moving in the treeline.

A flicker of darkness, barely discernible, shifting against the backdrop of the sky like shadows playing tricks on the mind.

Lydia's chest tightened, a vice-like grip squeezing the air from her lungs.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out everything else.

At first, she thought maybe it was nothing. Just shadows in the distance. A trick of the eyes. But then—

A glint of metal, catching the faint light like a beacon of danger.

A silhouette lowered into a crouch, blending into the underbrush with practised ease.

Her stomach dropped, a cold dread pooling in the pit of her gut.

Guns.

They had guns.

Her breath caught in her throat, panic clawing its way up her ribs, freezing her in place. For a moment, she couldn’t move—couldn’t breathe. She tried to tell herself she was wrong, that she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was, but then—

Another shift. More figures emerging from the shadows, their movements deliberate and coordinated.

Too many of them.

A warning screamed in her head, but her voice wouldn’t come, trapped behind the fear constricting her throat.

Move. Say something. Do something.

Then, something snapped inside her.

“John!”

Her voice cracked, raw and desperate, cutting through the air like a lifeline thrown amidst chaos.

John’s head turned sharply toward her, his brows pulling together in confusion and alarm.

Lydia’s breathing was ragged, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She pointed wildly toward the trees. "They’re here! They—they’ve got guns!"

The world erupted into chaos.

A gunshot cracked through the air, a deafening sound that shattered the fragile calm.

The first bullet hit the wooden fencepost inches from where John had been standing, sending splinters flying.

John had moved, instinct kicking in, adrenaline surging through his veins. He lunged for the shotgun propped against the house. “Fucking bastards—”

Another shot whistled past, splintering the car, shards of metal and glass scattering like lethal confetti.

Michael cursed, his movements swift and decisive as he grabbed Lydia by the coat, shoving her behind him with urgency.

“Get down!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of gunfire.

Esme screamed, the sound piercing and filled with terror as she bolted toward the house, her bare feet pounding against the ground in a desperate bid to reach her children, while bullets rained down around them, turning their home into a battleground.

John stepped in front of Lydia, his frame a solid barrier between her and the chaos unfolding before them. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified by the adrenaline coursing through their veins. He fired back, his stance firm, his focus unyielding. "Stay behind me!" he shouted over the gunfire, his voice rough and commanding, cutting through the chaos like a lifeline.

Lydia trembled, her ears ringing with each explosive crack of gunfire that seemed to reverberate through her very bones. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the urgency of the situation.

The Italians had planned an ambush. Their movements were calculated and precise, a deadly dance intended to catch John off guard and eliminate him swiftly.

But they hadn’t expected her.

John fired again, the muzzle flash briefly illuminating his determined expression as he dropped one of the bastards where he stood. "Michael, left—now!" he barked, his voice urgent, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Michael barely hesitated, his body moving with agility. He swung to the left, his breath sharp and ragged as he took down another assailant with a precision born of necessity.

But as he moved, a shot rang out—a sharp, piercing crack that seemed to slice through the night. Michael staggered, a look of shock and pain flashing across his face. He clutched his side, blood seeping through his fingers, staining the fabric of his shirt a dark, ominous red.

Lydia watched, frozen in place, as John reloaded—his jaw clenched, his shoulders squared, his hands steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

Her brother. A fighter. Even in the face of danger, he stood his ground, unwavering.

By the time the last shot faded into silence, the echoes lingering like a haunting reminder of what had transpired, bodies lay in the dirt, what once was peace now forever marked by violence.

Michael exhaled sharply, his breath ragged as he pressed a hand to his wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained yet laced with relief. Esme rushed out with rags in her hands, kneeling to press them against his wound.

John turned, his eyes scanning the aftermath before they landed on Lydia. His face was tense but softened slightly at the sight of her, a momentary reprieve amidst the chaos. He crouched, his hands gripping her arms gently, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

"You saw ‘em comin’," he murmured, a mix of gratitude and disbelief colouring his words.

Lydia, still shaking, nodded, tears threatening to spill over as relief and fear collided within her.

John let out a breath, pulling her into his chest, his embrace warm and reassuring. "You saved us, Lyds," he whispered into her hair, the weight of his words settling over them both.

Lydia clung to him, her fingers curling into his coat, desperate to hold onto this moment, this proof that they had survived.

She knew that the war wasn’t over, that the threat still lingered, a shadow over their lives.

But tonight, John Shelby was still standing, and for now, that was enough.

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novashelby · 1 month ago

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"That Boy"-A Lydia Shelby Drabble

Polly is exactly fond of who she caught her youngest niece with.....

A drabble challenge with my girl @wonderlanddreamer

“I know you’re upset.” The room was cold and eerie. Polly was giving a full silent treatment, walking around Lydia as she sat at the table. Lydia took a deep, hollow breath, sighing out with annoyance. Closing her eyes, she said, “would you stop pacing and just say what you want to say-”

“I told you! I told you!” Polly snipped, slamming down the tray of tea biscuits. Her eyes narrowed, harshly glaring into the girl. “You’ll do just what your bloody fookin’ sister did…get pregnant, drop out from fookin’ school, and get married to a shite boy!”

Lydia bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from speaking out of tone.

“And I don’t care if it’s Gold’s boy,” she added. “I didn’t raise you to be an easy girl that messes around with boys like that.” Lydia stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. “So, we are too good for those people now even though all the money in the world couldn’t make us anything other than those people. We’re still Gypsies and Bonnie is a kind boy, a good boy, a sweet boy…and I bloody fookin’ love him, Pol’.”

#Lydia shelby #Bonnie gold #drabble

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wonderlanddreamer · 1 month ago

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Queen. 👑

BARBARA PALVIN. Cannes Film Festival - Red Carpet.

#lydia shelby #faceclaim #peaky blinders oc

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yourlocalstilinski-valdez · 3 months ago

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(credit goes to Shelby Scranton on Pinterest, which is where I downloaded the image from)

#source: shelby scranton on Pinterest #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #stydia #to perfect combination #stydia my beloved #orange and blue #not a good combination #not a good combination to perfect combination

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thedeviltohisangel · 6 months ago

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HE'S A GOD, HE'S A MAN

Chapter One

He dared to let his thumb brush against the worn parchment of the monochromatic photograph. In his darkest moments he let himself think it was her cheek instead. Vividly imagined the slight flush from his touch. From the physical toll her work always took on her. The racing of her heart that pulled them closer and pushed them farther apart.

Chapter Two

Lydia thought the quality of air in New York was rough but Birmingham was giving that thought a run for its money. She held a handkerchief over mouth and nose as she stood in front of the two family home that would be half hers for however long this operation took.

Chapter Three

Lydia took her time washing the blood from her hands in the kitchen sink. Tommy had locked himself in a room that she assumed acted as his office of sorts. She had rubbed her hands almost raw in the hopes he would show his face again. All she wanted to do was talk to him. She wasn’t looking to pick up exactly where they had left off. If he wanted nothing to do with her, the least he could do would be to say it to her face.

Chapter Four

Lydia was breathless by the time she made it to Watery Lane. She had practically ran. The faster she got away from Campbell then the faster she would be with Tommy. Where she should have been all these years.

Chapter Five

Lydia was peacefully changing the bandages on a wounded soldier when there was a shift in the air. The quiet hospital, save for the occasional groan when a patient tried to roll over, suddenly shifted like a fireball had rolled into it. Her fellow nurses were helping carry in three men that were limp in their hold. Blood caking their faces. Body parts pointing in directions they didn’t naturally point in.

Chapter Six

Tommy had thought a lot about what his first meeting with Campbell might look like. He had thought it over in his head a million different ways so no matter what tact it took, he wouldn’t be caught off guard. But now that he knew just how deeply Lydia was involved with the entire mess, it made things more difficult. He couldn’t risk upsetting the Inspector or she might suffer because of it. And he couldn’t risk showing the effect her return had him because that could put her in just as much danger.

Chapter Seven

The Garrison was alive and bustling and had its own personality. Lydia had never been happier to be at work. Maybe had never been happier in general. Things with Tommy with good. Touches and kisses and whispering silly sweet nothings were now normal aspects of any of their encounters. It felt so right and like it was the way things always should have been.

Chapter Eight

Lydia could have basked in the new glow of love that surrounded her and Tommy for the rest of her life. Just the two of them standing nose placing gentle kisses to each others lips. It was soft and sweet and safe and so unlike the real world that they found themselves living in.

Chapter Nine

Lydia walked back from the dress shop with an extra spring in her step. Tomorrow her and Tommy would be going to the races and she had just found the most exquisite dress in the world to wear for it. Tommy had told her not to pick one that was red just because of Billy Kimber. That he didn’t want her standing out in the crowd like that. But Lydia knew the game that men like Billy and Tommy played. She knew the races were a backdrop for something bigger than she was yet able to understand. If wearing a red dress and batting her eyelashes made Kimber a bit more amenable to her Thomas then a red dress she would wear.

Chapter Ten

Tommy had been staring intently at Kimber’s house which he was parked in front of. He was trying to put a bit of distance between Lydia’s arrival and his. He couldn’t go in there guns blazing and light the entire business deal on fire.

Chapter Eleven

They couldn’t get close enough to each other even in their sleep. Still nude from the night before but now wrapped in a thick quilt, Tommy’s hands were resting on her bum and her arms were wrapped around his waist. Lydia’s head fit perfectly underneath his chin and her nose tickled his throat ever so slightly as she took deep breaths during the night. Both of them knew they’d be the luckiest pair in the world if they were allowed to wake up like this everyday for the rest of their lives. Maybe only putting space between them for a little one.

Chapter Twelve

It was difficult for Lydia to sneak away from Tommy after the events with the car. Luckily, she had had the help of Polly. Polly was beginning to get nervous for the safety of Ada and her unborn child if she kept down the path of trusting Freddie and not looking out for herself first and foremost. Which is why Polly had slipped Lydia a piece of information. The address of Stanley Chapman.

Chapter Thirteen

Lydia didn’t feel like celebrating at The Garrison. She was there all the time. Was there with Tommy all the time. The cause of his coin flip going in a positive direction was one that deserved a special celebration. She took him to her flat, Tommy surprised how homey it felt even though she rarely spent time there.

Chapter Fourteen

When the crowd of people and their voices began to approach the wagon where they were hiding out, Lydia and Tommy figured that meant it was time to join the party again. She smiled as brightly as she would and let Ada pull her closer to the fire for a dance and some warmth.

Chapter Fifteen

The rest of them knew Tommy wasn’t going to be thrilled to walk into the house and see that their father was in the kitchen. They had prepared themselves for that. But they hadn’t thought at all about the fact that it was very likely Lydia would be with him. That when Tommy was with Lydia, all bets were off.

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thesecretomoblog · 1 year ago

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Toilet chair lol.

And today’s Patreon preview.

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wonderlanddreamer · 5 months ago

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I want to write this scene with the addition of Lydia.

-“I’m a changed man.”

-“This family needed you ten years ago when you walked out on it. Not now. Get out of this house.”

So much anger and pain in their faces.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders oc #lydia shelby

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wonderlanddreamer · 5 months ago

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Daddy Dearest.

[1919] Watery Lane, Birmingham

The unexpected return of their estranged father ignites tension within the Shelby household, particularly for Lydia, who faces the daunting presence of a man she's never known. [Season 1 - Episode 5]

[Part of The Lydia Saga]

Lydia was acutely aware of the exact moment the atmosphere in the room shifted. She had been sitting quietly at the worn kitchen table, her small hands diligently moving a pencil across a piece of paper as she sketched. Polly, always bustling with energy, was nearby, her attention focused on organising the cluttered cupboards. The comforting aroma of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the treat Polly had just handed her. Lydia savoured the last crumb, a smile playing on her lips.

The tranquillity was abruptly interrupted by the creaking of the heavy front door as it swung open. It closed with a resounding thud, echoing throughout the room and causing Lydia to pause, her pencil hovering above the paper. Her senses heightened, she listened intently as three or four sets of footsteps echoed down the hallway. The first she immediately recognised as Arthur's; his steps were heavy and purposeful, a sound she had become accustomed to over the years. But the second set of footsteps was different— heavier, unfamiliar, and carrying an air of uncertainty that piqued her curiosity.

The silence of the room was gradually filled with the sound of muttering voices as the footsteps grew louder, approaching the kitchen. Lydia could hear John, his voice laced with irritation, and then immediately Arthur trying to hush him. She counted the sounds: four sets of footsteps, Arthur, John, Finn and someone unfamiliar.

As they all piled into the kitchen, a moment of silence enveloped the room, a rare pause in the usually bustling Shelby household.

Arthur didn’t look at her. He didn’t look at anyone. He just stood there, a little straighter than normal, but his shoulders looked heavy, like he was carrying the weight of the world on them. And maybe he was. Lydia knew Arthur carried a lot. He carried his anger, his temper, sometimes even his sadness, all bundled up tight inside him like a fist.

Beside him was a man she didn't know. Tall, broad, his face etched with lines like a roadmap, and his eyes… his eyes were dark and shadowed. They held a hardness she didn't understand. This man was a stranger; unlike the familiar faces of her brothers and Polly, this man carried an aura of something unknown, something unsettling that made the little girl instinctively wary.

Polly’s reaction was immediate. She tensed visibly upon laying eyes on the man, her expression transforming into one of exasperation as she slammed shut the cupboard doors and set both hands on her hips. With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she addressed him directly as he took a seat at the table beside Lydia. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

The man clicked his tongue, his gaze shifting from one family member to the next, finally settling on Lydia. His eyes lingered on her, causing her to instinctively shrink back. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at her, as if he recognized her from a distant, almost forgotten memory. Yet, Lydia couldn't recall ever meeting him. Her eyes darted to John, who was leaning against the sideboard. He was chewing furiously on a toothpick, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his entire posture radiating tension.

“Can’t a father visit his children?” the man drawled, turning to ruffle Finn’s hair affectionately. Finn responded with a smile, smoothing his hair down with his hands. John gave Finn a light tap on the shoulder, motioning to the spot beside him with a casual tip of his head. Finn obediently moved to his brother's side.

Polly scoffed, her voice dripping with incredulity as she muttered under her breath, “Father…”

Lydia was struggling to process his words. Her pencil lay discarded next to her drawing, and her wide blue eyes were fixed on the man sitting beside her. She had never met her father; he was a figure shrouded in mystery and rarely mentioned. Surely this couldn't be him—the man whose presence was causing such discomfort in what was usually a warm and welcoming room. Yet, he smiled at her.

“My, my, little lady. How you’ve grown,” he said fondly, reaching out to gently brush away some crumbs from the corner of her mouth. Lydia was unaware of how John stood a little taller when his father reached a hand towards her, like a lion ready to pounce to protect its cub from any potential threat. Arthur noticed, though, and it deepened his frown. He moved to stand behind Lydia, placing his hands reassuringly on her small shoulders, leaning over the back of her chair.

“You remember Dad, don’t ya Lyds?” Arthur encouraged gently. Although he knew her answer would be no, he hoped his words might ease the anxiety that was evident in his little sister.

“How would she remember someone who’s never even bothered to make himself known?” Polly snapped back, her voice sharp and filled with a protective anger.

The warmth seemed to vanish from the stranger's eyes as his smile faded, leaving a colder demeanour in its wake. Lydia felt an urge to move, to stand by John and Finn's side, but she found herself trapped in her seat, unwillingly captivated by the man beside her. The comforting presence of Arthur nearby gave her some solace, and she adjusted herself on the chair, feeling his hands press a little more reassuringly on her shoulders.

“Ya must be hungry, Dad. Lemme fix ya something,” Arthur offered, moving towards the cupboards with a feigned casualness. Lydia watched him with curiosity, she’d never even seen Arthur so much as butter a slice of bread.

“Aye, son. That would be much appreciated,” the man replied, leaning back in his chair as though he were settling into a familiar place.

“Don’t get comfortable,” Polly sighed, moving completely out of Arthur’s way, making it known that she would not be assisting him.

Ignoring Polly's pointed remark, he leaned towards Lydia, extending a hand as if for her to take. “Why don’t ya come and give ye old man a hug, eh Lydia?”

Lydia hesitated, not wanting to embrace him but equally reluctant to appear impolite. She glanced at John, silently seeking his guidance. His subtle shake of the head was enough to reassure her that she didn't have to do anything she was uncomfortable with. She shook her head gently and shuffled slightly away from him. “No, thank you,” she replied quietly.

“Ah, don’t be like that, darlin’. Come, Daddy wants to get a good look at ya,” he insisted, reaching further to take her hand. Lydia frowned, sensing the unease that filled the room. Everyone seemed on the verge of intervening, even Finn, but it was John who broke the silence.

“She said no,” John declared firmly, his hand leaving his pocket to extend towards Lydia protectively. “Lyds, c’mere.”

Lydia scrambled off her chair and made her way over to John, instinctively positioning herself slightly behind his leg. His hand settled reassuringly on her shoulder, a familiar gesture that eased the tension within her. Despite the comfort and security John provided, her gaze remained fixed on the stranger who had intruded into their home, claiming to be her father. Although John’s warmth provided a comforting presence, Lydia felt a longing for Tommy, his absence leaving a void which signified how much she relied on him in times like these.

The sudden clatter of a plate against the table pulled Lydia from her tangled thoughts as Arthur placed a sandwich in front of their father. The man looked up with a smile, acknowledging Arthur's effort. “Thank ye, you’re a good boy,” he said, his voice dripping with a kind of approval that seemed out of place.

Arthur took a seat across from their father, and the older man bowed his head and joined his hands in a gesture of prayer. “Bless you, Father, for these bounties we are about to receive…” he began, his voice steady and measured.

Polly, unable to hold back any longer, released a long, exasperated sigh. Her hand moved to her temple, rubbing it in frustration. “Jesus Christ…” she muttered under her breath.

“Please woman,” the man interrupted, turning to Polly with a judgmental gaze, “Not in vain.”

Polly's eyes snapped to him, her patience wearing thin. “Finish your sandwich and sling your hook,” she retorted sharply.

Lydia's eyes widened at Polly’s abruptness. It was rare to hear her Aunt speak so directly and harshly to anyone, and it only reinforced Lydia's instinct not to trust this man. Her 'father' casually picked up a knife from the table, waving it carelessly as he spoke.

“Pollyanna, I am a guest of the head of this family,” he declared smugly, gesturing towards Arthur, who sat a little straighter, clearly taking the words to heart. “So why don’t you maybe, tend to your mangle or your scuttle.”

John didn't miss a beat, his voice cutting through the tension with quiet authority. “The head of the family ain’t here,” he corrected.

Lydia felt a wave of relief at John's firm words, though the absence of Tommy's steadying presence was palpable. At the table, Arthur shifted uneasily under the scathing look from their father, who seemed to silently demand an explanation for why his eldest son and namesake was not recognized as the head of the family. Lydia hated seeing Arthur so skittish, struggling to answer the unspoken question.

“Tommy, um, he sometimes helps me with, uh, with business, Dad,” Arthur stammered, trying to justify the unspoken hierarchy.

Lydia exchanged a glance with Finn, both of them sharing the same discomfort. Their father looked sceptical, but before he could respond, the sound of the back door opening and closing drew everyone's attention. Tommy entered the room, his presence commanding immediate attention as he rounded the corner and took in the scene before him.

“Aye, well. Speak of the devil,” their father said as he stood to greet Tommy, “How are ya, son?”

Tommy barely acknowledged him, his eyes scanning the room, silently assessing each member of his family. When his gaze settled on Lydia, he seemed to take in everything—the way she stood behind John for protection, the worry etched on her face, and the silent plea for safety from the stranger in their midst. This sight ignited a fierce protective instinct within Tommy, prompting him to turn to their father with a subtle shake of his head, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable authority.

“Get out,” he ordered, leaving no room for negotiation. He nodded towards the door, making his intentions clear.

Seemingly unfazed, the man stretched out his arms, feigning innocence. “Come on, son. I’m a changed man.”

Tommy's voice remained steady, but the gravity of his words was unmistakable. “This family needed you six years ago, when you walked out on it. Not now. Get out of this house.”

Arthur, still seated, averted his eyes to the floor, caught in a struggle between loyalty to his brother and a longing for his father. “Tommy, he’s different…”

“You shut up,” Tommy commanded, and Arthur fell silent, his conflict unresolved.

Feeling the tension, Lydia moved a little more behind John. She hated it when her brothers argued. Sensing her discomfort, John leaned down and wrapped an arm around Lydia’s knees, effortlessly lifting her to his side. She melted against him, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on Tommy, drawing comfort from his presence.

“It’s alright, son,” their father said to Arthur, sensing the internal conflict and the words left unspoken. He knew Arthur didn’t want to undermine Tommy, and so he added, “Arthur Shelby never stays where he’s not welcome,”.

The unwelcome guest rose from his seat, collecting his belongings and draping his coat over his arm. He cast a glance at Tommy, who stood firm and unyielding, his gaze locked on his father, signalling that his departure was expected. Despite the tension, the man couldn’t help but feel a grudging admiration for his son’s assertiveness. “Quite somethin’ you’ve become,” he remarked with a hint of approval.

As he turned to Lydia, settled in John's arms, he reached out to her. But John instinctively shifted, turning away to keep Lydia out of reach. Resigned, their father sighed and made his way to the kitchen door, exiting the house with a sense of finality.

The room was enveloped in a heavy silence for a few moments. Finally, Arthur broke the quiet with a resigned sigh. “He’s our Dad,”

Tommy, avoiding Arthur’s gaze, looked over at Lydia. He noticed how her eyes followed him, seeking the comfort and reassurance that only he could provide. Tommy moved towards her, and John gently eased Lydia forwards, allowing Tommy to take her.

With a tenderness that belied his usual manner, Tommy lifted Lydia effortlessly into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her small arms around his neck, finding solace in his embrace.

Arthur, unable to contain his frustration, stood abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the floorboards. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions - anger, longing and confusion. “Tommy,” he started, but Tommy cut him off, turning to face him.

“If you want to see him, Arthur… you want to see him? You can go with him.” Tommy’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument as he gestured towards the door their father had exited through. Arthur hesitated for a moment, his inner conflict etched on his face, before storming off, leaving through the same door, Lydia watched him go, her heart heavy with worry.

As she nestled closer into Tommy’s arms, she felt his chin rest gently atop her head. His voice when he spoke was a soft murmur, a calming comfort to her troubled thoughts. “Everything’s alright now, little one,” he reassured her, his words wrapping around her like a protective cocoon, “I’ve got you,”

Lydia nodded against his shoulder, feeling the weight of her worries begin to lift. In Tommy’s arms, the chaos of the world faded away, leaving only the safety and security his presence promised. She knew, with unshakeable certainty, that as long as Tommy was there, she had nothing to be afraid of.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #the lydia shelby saga #lydia shelby #peaky blinders oc #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #polly grey #arthur shelby snr #peaky blinders 1:05 #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic

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call-sign-shark · 5 months ago

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Hi Shark! I saw this on instagram the other day, and it reminded me of Heaven so much.

Here's the link:

https://www.instagram.com/p/C5ntzlToJst/?igsh=MWhocmZkZnA2dXByMw==

Hello Lydia, I know I let your amazing message sit in my askbox for a while and I'm extra sorry about that. 🥹

I am so fond of the picture and it's pretty much Heaven in all her splendor. From the outfit to the hair and even the facial features I must say that it's so on point that it hurts. And what about that huge blade? Pretty sure she would loooooove that. Fun fact, the dress had the vibes of the dress I had in mind for her wedding with Arthur! Did you trespass on my skull and look into my mind? 🤭

Thank you again sweetie! It was super appreciated!

#Shark talks #Heaven Shelby #Arthur Shelby x oc #Lydia 🖤

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mobox87 · 10 months ago

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BIG ANNOUCEMENT

Hello all! It's certainly been a while but I've come with good news!

There have been characters of Affinity that have been sold without others knowing, this has led others to get rather annoyed since they only think one person can buy these characters...

... Well, that ends today!

There are characters of Affinity that I don't have any use for anymore, the old designs from 2014-2020 that I don't use in my current AU have no use to me anymore, and I don't want for them to go to waste without a good home for them to have, which is why I've decided to announce that all the old designs from 2014-2020 that I don't use in my current AU are now available to be sold to the public!

Though, these designs have had a big impact on me, and I would like to say that I don't wish to sell them for anything less than $30. Please keep that in mind!

Thank you so much for reading, I hope these characters will be able to have good homes!

Please ask, I will make a long list of characters that have been sold to some people, in the meantime you can ask and I will let you know if it has been sold or not

list of SOLD characters (still going to be updated

SOLD!!! SOLD!!!

If some buyers want to put characters they already bought, let me know!

OPTA

Lian

Phantom Scott (FON)

Morbius (FON)

Bonter (FON)

Krungest (FON)

Beltren (FON)

Helltrap (FON)

Klames (FON)

GINNY (FON)

Delmare (FON)

Chica (The Fnaf School design)

Nightmare Springbonnie

Sammy (Old design)

Shadow Bonnie (Fnaf School design)

Shadow Bonnie (VERY OLD design)

Nightmare Freddy (Fnaf School design)

Fnaf 4 children (Chloe, The broen haired with The Plush toy AND little blonde GIRL (NOT Elizabeth) Old design)

Timothy

Son of one of The bullies

william's sister

William (Old design) The one you called Vincent

Steve

Plushtrap (Fnaf School design)

Shadow Freddy (High School design)

Renata's niece

Nightmare Bonnie (Fnaf School design)

Old Baby HK design

The girl inside the mangle (VERY old design)

Baby x Funtime Freddy fanchilds

Red bunny (Fnaf World)

Julia

Baby Fanchildren

Iris and rainbear (very old designs)

Kenny and hk mom (OLD design)

Cupcake (OLD design)

Springbonnie's fanchild

Bawn bawn and bonnet little age

Baldi's son (Old design)

Redbear

Puppet Old Child inside

Cajeta

Shelby's ex boyfriend (The one with red hair)

Phone guy (THE VERY OLD DESIGN)

VERY OLD DESIGN OF BRANDY (Black)

Lumy & shade

Bonnet (With vitiligo)

Old Vincent design with black hair

Oliv OLD DESIGN

yenndo (OLD DESIGN)

Female kenny

Thomas

Danny (Sallem and Tiffany's kid)

White Rabbit (Fnaf worldd

Kuromi (Red Rabbit, Fnaf world)

Young Renata

Young Eggs (2016, the one with the red striped shirtt)

Security (Fnaf worldd)

Jeremy (KS)

Jeremy Cyclops (FON)

Mike the knight (FON)

Angelica (a girl with black hair with pigtails and a blue shirtt, from They Shouldn't Know

Girl with Bonnie ears from Nights At Freddy's

Chris the puppet kidd

Dark Toastt

Erick (a character with blue and black hairr)

Frannie (TT)

Jaine (Renata's other neice)

Lydia

A boy with orange hair aand a girl with black hair from the Suicide Didn't Work video

An old Mike design (2014)

Tara (Vincent's sister)

An old Alex designn

Nightmare Freddy (Fnaf school designn)

Puppet x Ballora fankids

An old Alfred designn (with a green shirt and a blue hat)

Amatisaa (FON)

Abigail (the soul in Circus Baby in Sassy's Palace)

Stephanie (the soul in Bon Bon in Sassy's Palace)

Penelope (a student in Sassy's Palace)

Valen (a student in Sassy's Palace)

The people shown in the Machigera marketplace in the Beltren comic (everyone except the girl in the middle of the drawing)

The entirety of Ginny's crew that was with her when Beltren was killed (FON)

Ethan (the soul in Funtime Freddy in Sassy's Palace)

Shadow Freddy (old design)

Savy (a yellow rabbit that stood beside Tirsa in one image in FON)

The ruler of Treevelt with purple hair

One of Blurryface's kids (Sassy's Palace)

A humanized plush Foxy

Oliv's mom Old design

Oliv's sister

Yenndo OLD design

And to clarify, these characters will still be in my universe?

YES

But with a more elaborate design and clearly with other names, And some simply with other designs since I only sold ocs that didn't have much appearance And designs that will no longer be used for history Because they were already redesigned

I am unaware of the existence of many characters, if you remember any, you can ask me

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wonderlanddreamer · 1 month ago

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I'm obsessed.

BARBARA PALVIN for the Four Seasons Hotel Budapest (2024)

#barbara palvin #lydia shelby

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teecupangel · 4 months ago

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Do you think ac x peaky blinders would work? Like with the frye twins? (ghost kenway nonny)

If we’re setting this around Season 1, Jacob and Evie would be around 75+ years old by then.

But we do have a certain Frye that can interact with the Peaky Blinders:

Lydia Frye.

She already has dealings with Churchill so it won’t be that strange that her connection to Churchill will be the reason why she would investigate the Shelbys.

I think around season 2 or 3 would be the best place to put her though, after Grace’s betrayal, making this a case of Churchill asking Lydia for help because he realized that the Shelbys may become even stronger if they’re not kept in check.

Of course, just because they’re on their 70s, doesn’t mean the Frye twins can’t join her.

“We just want to visit our old haunts, that’s all.”

Lydia doesn’t think anything of it. She trusted her grandfather and grand-aunt to know what’s best for them.

Also, Evie’s grandson is with them and he has a good head on his shoulder so it should be fine.

It was not find.

Jacob sees the Peaky Blinders and immediately recognized where he heard the name Shelby before.

After Jack corrupted the Rooks and killed those who opposed his reign of terror, the Brotherhood had to destroy what remains of the Rooks to ensure the safety of London.

It had broken Jacob’s heart and Evie told him that it was fine if he wanted her to take care of it. He shook his head.

The Rooks were his responsibility. It was only right that he ended things.

That was why he realized why the Shelbys looked familiar.

During the final days of the Rooks, Jacob ordered that the children who were being used by the Rooks as messengers and spies to be sparred. The Brotherhood agrees because, while these children had aspirations to be part of the malicious merciless Rooks that Jack created from the corpses of those who followed the Fryes before, they hadn’t done anything wrong. They were still young.

They still deserved a chance.

One of those children was a boy only called ‘Shelly’.

It was a nickname that would sometimes be used in fondness and sometimes as an insult.

He wasn’t sure if Shelby was the boy’s real last name or if he took on the name Shelby to run away from the stigma of being the Rooks’ Shelly.

Regardless, Jacob recognized his… children? Grandchildren? Jacob wasn’t entirely sure if they were his direct relatives or if they were cousins or something similar.

But now Jacob believes that it is his responsibility to look into this and, if the Shelbys do prove to be detrimental to the safety of the populace, end their power just as he did with the Rooks.

He tries to hide it from Evie but she found out early on.

It wasn’t all the hard to considering Evie found the Shelbys quite familiar, especially the one called Tommy. Realizing they might be related to the Rooks’ Shelly, Evie realized that Tommy definitely looked like Shelly so they might be directly related or something.

And that’s how the Frye twins start investigating the Shelbys while hiding it from Lydia who is… technically doing the same thing but the Brotherhood had given her permission to take out the Shelbys if necessary.

They did not agree to the chaotic Frye twins to be part of the mission.

And then there was Evie’s grandson who is… well… there to keep the chaos to a minimum.

At the very least… he’ll try.

(His best threat is “I’ll tell Lydia everything” and that usually gets everyone to back off XD)

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #evie frye #jacob frye #lydia frye #fic idea: peaky blinders #fic idea: crossover #peaky blinders #you know what would be funny?#if evie's grandson is actually desmond who got reborn in that time XD

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