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The Franchise as text posts for the target audience of me
Blue and… (2065 words) by CaterpillarWrites
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices Series - Cassandra Clare
Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Marigold Fairchild, Thelma Fairchild, Charlotte Branwell, Henry Branwell, Peter Fairchild, Matthew Fairchild (mentioned) - Character, Will Herondale (mentioned) Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Canon Compliant, I'm worldbuilding here, Triplets, Gardening Facts, <- on account of me being me, Autism, Family Fluff, Post-TLH, Post-Canon, Ficlet Summary: It's an uneventful morning at the Fairchild's home; not that anybody seems to mind. Marigold Fairchild certainly doesn't.
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Alexander Lightwood & Peter Fairchild
1900 - ???
1905 - ???
“Entreat me not to leave thee, Or return from following after thee— For whither thou goest, I will go, And where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.”
Post TLH Moodboards 7/?
-Peter Christopher Lewis Fairchild-
Tweed jackets, flocks of songbirds going up, summer night air, leather shoelaces, piles and piles of sheet music, blinding heat of stage lamps, clapping of a crowd you can not see, the familiarity of piano keys, chopin and mozart, carnations, lapel pins, august days with your best friend, conductors baton slipped up your sleeve, the scent of rosin, valve oil, and pen ink under the smell of almond cologne.
PETER FAIRCHILD (THE FRANCHISE)
I know it's in poor taste but the whole new franchise Peter is hoping to be cast in set-up made me laugh.