#heartvalor

[shadowbrn]

to  be  one  of  the  best  known  shadowhunters  in  the  world  .  .  .  theo  had  never  thought  he'd  engage  with  someone  who  held  that  classification.  and  then  jace  herondale  showed  up  at  the  los  angeles  institute.  theo  had  immediately  jumped  on  the  opportunity  to  train  with  him.  why  wouldn't  he?  jace  was  amazing,  and  probably  one  of  the  few  shadowhunters  in  the  world  that  wouldn't  look  at  theo  with  absolute  disgust  because  of  being  half  werewolf  (  although,  it  wasn't  really  a  half  and  half  situation,  but  that  was  irrelevant  ).  ❝  thanks  again  for  this.  ❞  theo  said,  examining  the  wall  in  the  weapons  room,  trying  to  figure  out  what  would  be  best,  he  didn't  really  have  a  specialized  weapon  yet  .  .  .  but  he'd  get  there.  he'd  had  a  late  start,  after  all.  ❝  it  really  means  a  lot.  ❞

@heartvalor  (  jace  )  requested  a  focus  muse  starter

[musae1us]

〝 i imagine you would have … people for this. 〞 the words came out in a slight grunt , black gloved hands sticking themselves into the pockets of an equally black coat. the cool air caused a slight shiver down his spine , the snow falling in small increments , enough to be classified as annoying. there were many places he would rather be , curled up beside her in the solitude of their room , rather than here. anywhere but here. yet when she looked at him with those eyes , a gentle smile on her face ( which was his weakness ) he caved.

rhys larsen didn’t take himself as a man who enjoyed christmas. he didn’t enjoy any holiday , always standing on the sidelines observing everyone else. perhaps it was because he didn’t have anyone to spend it with , maybe it was because he found the holiday to be quite infuriating. but when his wife , the words still foreign on his tongue , but so right , stood beside him , his world instantly shifted. of course , he still remained grumpy , wishing to be anywhere else but here.

〝 they all look the same to me.. large and.. green. 〞 never once would he have imagined himself christmas tree shopping and yet as the holiday season fell upon them , he found himself brushing up on what couples do for the season. specifically what bridget wanted to do. 〝 princess , how many trees do we need? we’ve been here.. 〞 a quick check of his watch , before his gloved hand finds the small of her back 〝 fifteen minutes already. 〞

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[skyw4lkr-arc]

long are the nights without his wife,       spent in close quarters with his troops    &   fighting alongside legions of clones.     everyday he thinks of her,     every night he yearns for the moment when he can finally come home to her.        because home is not a place for anakin,     its not an environment thats shaped him into the man he is today.        no,    its all padmè.       the woman he’s been in love with since he before he knew what love was.     

flesh hand finds her stomach,      easily pushing aside the robe as he caresses the bump that’s growing ever bigger by the day.       he thinks its astounding how padmè can easily hide their babe with oversized gowns    &   perfectly tailored outfits,     but in the comfort of her apartment can she truly allow herself to look pregnant.      he cherishes these moments,    when secrets can unfold   &   they can pretend everything is okay.        “   call it fathers intuition,    my love,    but we’re definitely having a girl.   ”        he grins cheekily,      leaning down and pressing a kiss against her belly with an exaggerated     ‘ mwah ! ’      /      @heartvalor​  

[acipaer-a]

@heartvalor .

the camp is slowing down as the night set in .   fires litt ,   tents put up   &   the moon shines over them .   sits on the ground with back against a wooden log ,   eyes slowly drifting across the place around him .   like a threat might jump out at any given moment .   sword rest on the ground just at his side ,   ready to be grabbed .   ready to defend the woman sitting on the wooden log behind him   :   her fingers running through his hair   &  a braid slowly forming in his hair .   also looking for people that might look their way ,   low rumble drag from the depths of his chest whenever someone do .   legs pulled up a bit ,   arms resting on knees and while there is a scowl upon features ,   it’s hard not to relax back into her   :   nestle into the calm that is elide .

[fateviled-aa]

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈𝙰 ... @heartvalor (continued.)

the winter fete was her busiest time,    she had to tailor more than usual.   found herself glowing at the end of the night.   but not from using her powers   -   but from his gaze.   she felt absolutely beautiful with the captain of the guard’s eyes locked on her as she maneuvers through the party.   only wishing he would come join her.   there was no one she wanted to dance with quite like him.   the man who had held her heart for as long as she remembered.   maybe even since the first time she met him.   about eleven years old,   stubborn with a cut to his head.   given to him as a parting gift from his father.   she had been hurt by men before,   had sworn she would stay far away from love.   and there had chaol westfall been   ...   with that laugh of his and his beautiful smile.

he did not need any tailoring,   no.   genya found him to be absolutely beautiful all by his natural self.   so once the queen is satisfied and settled,   she sneaks to his side.   peering up at him from her short self.            “   the happier moments  ..  are they all with me  ?   i’d hate if you were happy with other grisha ladies around here,   sir.   ”          she speaks,   a faint but still present blush on her cheeks.   one that she was dying to tailor away,   but she lets him see it.   reveals her cards to him.   take me as i am,   chaol.   and she knew he would.   he had never said no to a challenge,   not when they came from her.

“   i wish you’d come dance with me.   i wish i could just   ..   ”           leaning close to breathe against his ear.   lips gently brushing the lobe.           “   i wish i could be in your arms all night,   and show all these rich bastards that i belong here and nowhere else.   ”           feeling herself choke on something uncomfortable.   she knows there are eyes watching.   that the king had people watching her on nights like this,   yet she grips onto his hand.   looking into his eyes with a soft nod.           “   you owe me a dance,  chaol.   ”

and hopefully,   it would be somewhere private where they could laugh and she could finally get the kiss she was yearning for so terribly.

                    finding  himself  so  engulfed  in  his  affection  was  in  itself  a  contradiction  to  everything  that  chaol  westfall  was.    duty-bound  soldier  with  nothing  to  give  but  loyalty  to  his  king,    service  the  escape  that  had  finally  set  him  free  from  the  horrors  of  a  past  whose  memory  still  burned  like  snow  under  his  palms  as  it  mixed  underneath  him.    that  had  been  a  lifetime  ago,    but  the  impression  of  it  had  refused  to  fade;    it  was  meant  to  be  a  reminder  of  why  he  was  who  he  was,    the  push  that  kept  him  on  track  when  thoughts  of  faltering  cascaded  over  him.    (as  if  chaol  had  ever  faltered    —    as  if  he  would  ever  let  himself,    before…      before…)

                    was  that  was  love  was  meant  to  be,    a  contradiction?    all  of  the  stories  had  told  him  otherwise.    to  love  was  harmony,    a  feeling  of  belonging  that  was  more  like  coming  home,    knowing  you  were  where  you  needed  to  be.    with  the  person  you  needed  to  be.    it  certainly  couldn’t  be  the  hammering  of  his  heart,    gazing  down  at  her  and  forgetting  everything  that  came  with  the  word  duty.    only  swallowing,    the  dusting  of  red  over  her  perfect  skin  stirring  something  within  him.      ❝  none  compare  to  what’s  in  front  of  me,    my  lady.    ❞      a  tad  breathless,    more  honest  than  he  thinks  he  was  intending.    chaol  can’t  be  bothered  to  care;    he  would  never  lie  to  her,    not  about  this.

                    ❝  i’m  not  sure  that’s  a  good  idea.  ❞      his  words  soft  enough  to  be  lost  in  the  murmur  of  conversation  around  them,    but  hesitant  in  their  determination.    again,    he  forgets  himself    —    wishing  nothing  more  than  to  wrap  his  arm  around  her  waist,    to  return  the  favor  of  a  shiver  running  down  his  spine  by  tucking  his  fingers  under  her  chin  and  guiding  her  lips  up  to  his.    instead,    he  brushes  his  fingertips  over  her  hand,    the  closest  they  can  come  to  holding  each  other.      ❝  but  someday…  ❞      he  swears,    voice  low.      ❝  all  of  the  dances  you’d  like,    they’ll  be  yours.  ❞  

                    it  wasn’t  a  promise  he  could  make.    he  shouldn’t,    and  yet    —    if  she  said  the  word,    he  would  keep  it.    without  a  second  thought  of  his  responsibilities.    offering  her  a  smile  again,    he  tilts  his  head  towards  the  exit.      ❝  my  shift  will  end  soon,    and  if  you  can  excuse  yourself  even  for  a  moment…    the  garden  looks  lovely  tonight.  ❞

[soulvalor]

                    "       i've heard before that marriage is a political alliance.       "       it might seem as if the words come out of nowhere, but it is a thought that has been plaguing her mind often.       it's a sore topic, surely, for she has already refused @heartvalor​ before, but the king's current marital status is of great importance, as many put it.       and she understands.       ravka is in a fragile situation, as always.       strength and stability are required, and even if she does not question his abilities, she is fully aware of how advantageous it would be to form an alliance.       and she is no longer powerful, will no longer move crowds, cannot bend light in her favour, is not capable of leading an army, as much as her opinion is valued, as much as her friends keep her close.       it was one thing to have always been weak, she was never a fighter before, a mere cartographer and not even a good one at that.       but having a taste of power, having it coursing through her veins, finally finding purpose, and then losing it all...       it has left her with the true meaning of uselessness.       "     you know they're right, nikolai.       we cannot do this alone.       and i'm far from your strongest ally now.       "       still, she is selfish, trying to grasp what she has left, trying to keep to herself the remnants of an old life, a life that seems no longer hers.       fingers toy with the emerald ring as she evades his gaze.

[rhysan3]

every book he came across felt like an empty weight within his hands. the words eventually became jumbled together , having no meaning to him. as time went on he grew frustrated with himself , putting on a smile whenever feyre walked into the room , whenever he talked to nyx , the babe that would kill her. the babe he would lose. his love never faltered , knowing that there had to be some solution out there. and yet his honesty fell on deaf ears , a wall was put up and time ceased to exist. she deserved his honesty and he couldn’t give it to her.

he almost knew exactly where to find her. perhaps he was stalling , looking for the words , an explanation , he could give her for keeping such a secret. they didn’t keep secrets from one another , not anymore. feyre was his mate , his high lady and his wife. they were EQUAL in every way. rhysand felt as if he was protecting her from the heartbreak , protecting nyx like a father should. the look on her face was one engraved in his mind and he’s aware that his presence isn’t wanted. the bond felt heavier now , a weight on his mind as he takes in the sight of her.

all he wants to do is pull her into his arms and apologize , tell her that he knows it’ll all be fine , they’ll get to be a happy family and NEVER live through another war again. but he can’t. no matter how hard his heart tugs to embrace her , he doesn’t. rhysand enters , keeping a slight distance , anticipating her fury , but what hits him instead , hits him harder. his head dips at her words , knowing he deserved them. this truth was meant for them and them only , and he made the mistake of betraying that trust. 〝 feyre , 〞 her name comes out in a whisper , a hushed breath as he finally looks up at her to meet her gaze.

〝 you deserve much more than an apology. and i wish i could give you answers , but i currently don’t have them. it was something i never intend to keep from you. i wanted you to know the truth , i just wanted to find a solution first so you didn’t have to worry. 〞

@heartvalor continued from here

[silverflamcs]

@heartvalor​ 

❝  You  are-  you  are  everything  to  me,  I  need  you  to  be  alright.  ❞  cassian

     madja had left after setting the bones in nesta’s hand and wrapping it. although it was no longer broken, her hand was still sore, which the healer said is normal and would most likely be sore for a few days. nesta didn’t think it was a big deal, it was nothing compared to what she did to that illyrian prick who was the cause of this. earlier in the day rhysand had mentioned visiting illyria, she asked to join so she could visit emerie. her and emerie were walking past a group of males who speak out of their ass instead of their mouths. comments about her were easy to brush off, in fact, she found them amusing when they called her a witch. however, when it was cassian they were insulting nesta saw red. her temper had gotten the best of her and a fight had broken out. if rhys hadn’t gotten there when he did the illyrian would have no tongue. instead he had broken ribs, a broken nose, and a black eye. which is getting off easy in nesta’s eyes.

     rhys had winnowed them to cassian’s cabin, disappeared then reappeared with madja, and disappeared again to return with cassian. despite her wishes to not let cassian know about this. she had given him a death glare to let him know how annoyed she was with him. he had simply grinned at her and disappeared for the final time. now madja was gone, leaving only her and cassian. nesta had never been this type of person, she never started physical fights, her words were her weapons. but when it came to her mate it’s like the rational part of her brain turned off and all that remained was the feral fae part.

     cassian’s words and the expression on his face made her heart constrict. this was precisely why she didn’t want rhysand telling him she had gotten hurt. no doubt he would worry more than necessary. “i am alright. it was nothing, just a fight because a stupid male couldn’t hold his tongue.” a tongue that she still wishes she had cut out. “you know how dramatic your high lord is, he probably over exaggerated and got you worked up for nothing.” she held up her wrapped hand, trying to reassure him. “you saw how easy it was for madja to heal my hand. i’m not covered in any blood.” reaching for his hand she pulls him down on the couch next to her. “you’re everything to me too. that’s why i can’t stand back and allow anyone to talk about you the way he did.”