Carstairs and Herondale

Carstairs and Herondale

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Long before Jem Carstairs became Brother Zachariah, long before William and James fell in love with Theresa Gray, long before the Magister came to power, it was just the two of them. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Two boys with polar personalities. One, a cold brother with a flair for the dramatic, and the other a steady pulse in the mess of 18th century London. "For 5 years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also." - The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare. This is the tale of two brothers in arms and in bond, of their journey as parabatai, and of the hardships and struggles of the young warriors as they battle to make a mark in the world and with each other. This is the story of the Carstairs and Herondale. -- #13 in Infernal Devices -- ON HOLD IDEFINITELY. I AM TRASH. An Infernal Devices fanfiction. Inspired by the Shadowhunters Chronicles by Cassandra Clare. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, all rights belong to Cassandra Clare, the author of the Shadowhunters series. However, the overall details and storyline is completely original. -- dt. my parabatai @Shadow_of_Illusions ♡ (mainly ahahaha)
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