Casandra Shelby, or 'Cass', is the oldest female Shelby sibling. She was born in between Tommy and Ada, meaning she is 27 years old. She is very close with Tommy, John's kids, and Polly. Everyone else just sort of exists around her. When her brothers stepped up to fight in the war, she wanted to as well. But since there were no female soldiers, she ended up being a battlefield nurse. She cared for hundreds of soldiers, nursing most of them back to health. However, one soldier stood out from the rest. They ended up falling in love, but when the war ended, they never found each other. They both went back to their old lives, assuming the worst had happened to the other. Will they manage to find each other in the craziness that has become civilization? Only time will tell.
Ages: Arthur, 32. Tommy, 29. Casandra, 27. Ada, 26. John, 24. Finn, 10. John's kids - Lily, 8. Ben, 6. Katie + Frank, 5.
~Disclaimer~ I do not own anything from the Peaky Blinders tv show, I only took inspriration for the story.
Started - 12/05/22
Updates are patchy 😘
THE WILDEST OF THEM ALL - a Peaky Blinders fanfiction
IN WHICH all sorts of things happen, at home and outside, every day, but Darcy doesn't recall having ever thought that in the life she had there was particularly bad. Life was like that, that's all, she grew up with the duty to make it difficult for others before they made it difficult for her.
Little devil, they called her. The wild, Italian half sister of the Shelby siblings, blessed with the beauty of her mother, cursed with the wickedness of her father. She was a wildfire, a force of nature that couldn't be contained or tamed. And just like wildfire, she was unpredictable, sometimes spreading warmth and light, other times, leaving destruction in her path. But despite the chaos she brought, there was a raw beauty to her wild nature. She was a force of change, a reminder to all that some are born to be Shelby.
Darcy was. And no one dared to say otherwise.
She was a girl who blazed her own trail, and in doing so, set the world on fire with her passion and unapologetic authenticity. Darcy was desire itself consumed in pure madness, lost in vain, a prodigal existence yearning for freedom, the kind that the Shelby family couldn't give.
A kind of freedom she would take and live.