Ok, I NEED someone to write Guy's POV for this latest story path, Enchanted & Entwined. Starting in the garden from the point of the incident to Zev's explanation!, and then sitting by her bed till she wakes up.
Summary: You go to lunch with Guy one day, and wondered what it would be like to hold his hand.
Warnings: Fluff, Guy’s PG teasing
Pairings: Reader x Guy Avari/Guy Monas (Court of Darkness)
Author’s Note: Because Guy is a tease.
“Done classes?”
I was on my way back from classes and ready to get lunch from the refectory, when I happened across Guy along the way. Seeing the man I love waiting so patiently for me there drew a smile across my lips to greet him as I held my book close in my arms. “For the morning! I have some time until my next class.”
With no one around, he returned my smile with an affectionate and handsome one.
It was impossible to ever hold myself against that smile, that the secret slipped past my lips one day and the response he gave me was far from his former deadpanned tone. Rather, he laughed and determined to use his newfound weapon to make my heart flutter anew each time we were together.
Each time he did, I was thankful that the privacy of his quarters encased my embarrassment, where his valet Jasper seemed to have developed an intuition of not intruding until something important came up or the reluctance to leave him for classes would arise within me.
Missing class was not an option after it became known among the other S Rank princes that I had chosen Guy, nor would I dare to show up with any sort of marks, lest I desire the wrath of the Avari Aficionados despite our relationship. But that hardly deterred Guy from showing I was his, as we became closer in front of everyone, and spent lots of time together that the message was loud and clear. The flares of his aura was complete proof of what we were doing, as it took time for it to wear away, and my cheeks would be as red as the glow of magic that surrounded him.
“Come. Jasper also made lunch for you.”
“Coming!”
Gathering him to speak his mind more often with me was a feat of its own, though I knew Guy had his own way of communicating and we became more attuned to each other.
As we wandered to the elevator lift, I felt the graze of his hand briefly against mine and my gaze drifted down in thought. Though awkward and public as it may be, there was the thought that had been lingering in my mind for quite some time but I had forgotten to ask about by the time I saw him: I wanted to hold his hand.
“–What is it?” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts, prompting me to look up at him just as the elevator was being called down to meet us.
“Hm?” I barely heard him call my name.
“You were not listening again, were you.” He sighed, staving off a scowl as he stopped to turn towards me and enclosed the gap between us by leaning down to be of the same eye level. "You have been of odds lately. Does your body ail you?"
A simple silly thought like that flew out of the window and my first instinct was to shake my head. "N-No, I'm fine! I… I've just been thinking about some things." And in no way is that a lie.
He takes my silence as a reason to back off, though I can see the way it bothers him in his expression before we enter the lift.
Oh great. I made it awkward. I wanted to smack myself on the forehead for it as I stood quietly next to him. Would he say anything or be bothered if I took his hand…? I looked down at his hand then as discreetly as I could at his side profile. I felt flustered, fighting with my indecision. I could do everything else he said but take his hand on my own discretion was something that questioned comfort in doing publicly. … Maybe I should ask him about it later.
The lift opens without another move made and we both leave it, though his long legs make him advance ahead of me until he pauses to face me yet again.
"Guy?" Warmth encloses around my hand, fingers lacing between the spaces of mine. I look up to him again and he's smiling that handsome smile, enticing a warmth to creep its way across my cheeks that turns his smile into a smirk of satisfaction.
"My paramour walks alongside of me, not behind me. Shall I keep you close like this then?"
The way he says it has me ready to melt into a puddle, and the realization that my thoughts have been bare on my expression enough for him to act on it so has rendered me speechless and stutter before I can gather my bearings.
“Y-You– Are you sure you don’t have mind reading powers?”
He chuckles, lifting my hand to brush his lips against my knuckles. “You wear your thoughts as you do so with that bleeding heart of yours.” His voice is low and deep for my ears, coercing me close. “Show your thoughts to me alone. Let not another see your vulnerability.”
“You make it sound easier said than done.”
He arches a brow. “Shall I teach you then?”
“You parade around so proudly with your aura. I think you may need to keep teaching me more so no one can see what I show and do with you.” Warmth leaves the back of my hand as he lowers our intertwined fingers, leaving me to look up at him curiously.
But he steps in until I am against him, his lips dropped to my ear. “Shall I begin teaching you tonight?”
My cheeks flared so deeply as I stepped back, though he would not relinquish his hold. “G-Guy!”
For a moment, there was a flash of a smirk before he turned back towards his quarters, tugging me along for our lunch together where he continued to laugh and tease me behind closed doors.
Summary: Guy’s birthday is coming and you’re wondering what to give someone who has everything that he could obtain. So you decide to make him something, and well... your mind starts wondering about your abilities and being able to be by his side.
Masterpost: LINK
Is my imagination that wild to envision her here this morn? Mine eyes must be weary, perhaps weighed down by sleep that I am seeing this.
Beneath me she lies, her beautiful smile that I yearned for many days to see, void of exhaustion or the stress that plagued her in the duration of her extensive practice. Perhaps my need for her has created this vision so well that I hear her voice greet the day with me.
"Guy, are you okay?" Her hands are gentle upon my skin, guiding my face to look at her.
Twas a day before that I had seen her unable to rise to her feet, let alone move without my assistance. Yet her pallor is the same colourful brightness as I remember it always being, and it takes a moment for me to recover from this unusual greeting that realization indicates she was the one watching me. “Dirty habit, watching people sleep,” I can only muster, but I cannot scowl, only smile warmly at my beloved beneath me.
“I wanted to be the first one you saw, especially this morning.”
Her heart is tender, and bleeds for others more than for herself. She is far too kind, yet she has changed me to be the man I am before her. But what more, is the meaning of today that must be above other days? She giggles, and the question I have yet to utter has found its answer in a newfound greeting as she smiles up at me.
“Happy birthday, Guy.”
Love wears itself in her eyes, and my own feelings return hers with a smile. Indeed, she has found the day that reason did not provide cause for celebration, except for a party formed by Fenn. Knowing that she was in bed yesterday only dampened any reasoning to attend such an affair, but seeing her with me here on the morn of my birthday is a sight I know here and now that I wish to see more of.
Gently, I trace my thumb across her cheek to caress the soft skin there. The softness of her skin is one I have touched many a time, but it is the temptation of a kiss that inches me lower and I pause.
She seems highly aware, a slight tension of her shoulders at how I refrain, yet she smiles up at me so tenderly and she is the one to initiate the first move. Her lips press to mine as she leans up, and the restraint I held is gone to kiss her as I have missed her, those lips that speak my name and take all of my love as she gives me hers.
Perhaps I have been without her for longer than I dare to admit. Or rather, to need her more than I thought.
A rush of desire and love fills my being as we kiss, our bodies pressed together as we meld into one form and our limbs tangled with one another. My beloved is in my arms once more, and I will not allow another to have her, not even the touch of her lips or the thoughts that are filled of me.
The time of day has become irrelevant for the time being, as I am consumed by her love and her kisses. The touches of our tongues in sweet movements, parting the seam of our lips so deeply and passionately.
But a thought crosses my mind. Has she had enough rest yesterday that she is able to greet me today, that I dare kiss her and gain power from her lips?
“Guy…?” she asks, breathless and flushed in the cheeks. Even her chest heaves, though I have been the reluctant party to break the kiss.
“Have you rested enough?” I am careful and tender with her in that question, our bodies pressed together that I must roll onto our sides so there is comfort for her. But my question is received yet again with another smile, that I cannot be irritated with these cryptic messages until she utters an explanation of sorts.
“Have you noticed your aura yet?”
My aura? I check, but I can only knit my brows in questioning because there is nothing to sense. “What nonsense do you speak this early–” And I stop. At the moment I realize it, her own smile has grown exponentially. In times past, I was only allowed to spare a kiss from her as a result of the transference of power, that anything further could have taken the strength of her entire being to the last drop.
Here and now, she has taken control.
Is this what Sherry has defined as her loving me so? The woman in my arms has given her all so that she may love me, to give me all that she is of her own free will, for naught that will divide us from sharing our love through actions. By doing so, she is able to protect herself from others knowing the secret that connected us from the beginning, but certainly, she has more to do and I commit myself to her growth in every shape and form.
We become helpless to our control then and there as we smile at each other, before our lips meet in kisses to greet the morn and whispers of our feelings slip between our lips.
The feeling I sent through my veins and surging my emotions forward is not the power that rules her, but the very strength and empowerment of my love for her has swelled inside me.
Sadly, our time together is interrupted by a knock.
“Master Guy, I have brought you both your breakfast.”
She blushes so beautifully as we are both in complete disarray when the door opens, seated in bed with fingers fumbling to fix every wrinkle and paw at each other’s hair until we are presentable.
Jasper only then enters with the tray of food, a knowing smile on his lips, but I see there is only one cup while there are two meals. “Ah, have I come in too soon?” The question is not directed towards myself, but to her and her eyes shift away.
“What is it?” From the corner of my eye, a ribboned box floats towards me steadily as she fidgets with the hem of her dress. She has shown much improvement.
“I… wanted to make something for your birthday. I didn’t know what to get you exactly though…”
She made something for me? Expectations were not high in knowing the allowance she received from the Headmaster was far from allowing her to dabble in the grandiose my life surrounded itself upon, yet knowing that she made something had piqued my curiosity. The contents of the box had been simple, to the ignorant, it would be but something simply bought off the stands.
But she is aware of my affinity for the Avarian coffee she dislikes, and has created me a cup with a saucer to rest it upon.
One would require the right dirt to make form into clay, and solidify its form into the way it was with the correct heat as well as minding the cracks. Beneath the dips and curves that form the designs, I see none save for the fruition of her hard work. Her powers have grown since the day we met, from knowing nothing of the existence or concept of magic and her fancy ‘abracadabra’ that she called it, to controlling her powers and formulating a cup from raw materials has gained my praise.
She awes me, from her passion to her love for me. Her ardour is never to be trifled with once she has set her eyes on her goal, and we are hand-in-hand in our chapter together.
“Jasper, I’d like to have coffee in this cup.”
“Yes, sir.”
As though she expected me to say otherwise, there is surprise across her features and the part of her lips that my laughter bubbles up from within me after Jasper has left to prepare my coffee. “Shall I refuse it and take another cup for my coffee?” I tease her with a crook of my finger under her chin. “Perhaps I shall take my drink from your lips.”
Her blush spreads across her cheeks so pleasantly. “You do know I hate that coffee, right?”
“But yet you allow me to kiss you even when I have taken part with it. Will you hate my lips for it?”
She looks almost mortified that I cannot help a laugh. “I didn’t practice this hard to not be able to kiss you!” She realizes the gravity of her words, and my lips curve into a devilish grin.
“So you have taken such measures to devoid me of such prior, and now that I am free and able to, the taste of coffee will not keep you from me, will it? After all, I must punish you for being away from me for a time, but I must reward you for your efforts.”
“Guy–” Her complaints fall on deaf ears, taking her breath and words with me as I kiss her, embrace her in my selfish need to have her. She is mine in every way, for what she gives me, I will give more. She is enough, she is not by any definition that the world would seek to place on her.
“I love you,” I tell her, my feelings spilling forward for the first time in days.
She regards me with the same expression, love laced in our words and breaths. “I love you, Guy. Happy birthday.”
She is my sworn paramour, and I am prepared to greet many more mornings to come with her as we are.
Summary: Guy’s birthday is coming and you’re wondering what to give someone who has everything that he could obtain. So you decide to make him something, and well... your mind starts wondering about your abilities and being able to be by his side.
Masterpost: LINK
I am quite certain I previously told her to not overdo it. My mind played back to the conversation in the hallway not too long ago when I had been walking to my next class with Roy and had bumped into Sherry, as we seemed to always do. But she wasn’t there.
“She really loves you, Master Guy.”
There was the temptation to twitch a brow at Sherry’s words, but I schooled my expression to try to understand what compelled her to say this. “...What is this.”
"She's been practicing hard and showing improvement. She must be wanting to make sure she can be someone worthy of being with you. But it seems she overdid it and is ill in bed as a result for today."
To become someone worthy of being with me? She has given me her oath, has she not?
I stop in front of her door. Was it… because her worries are consumed by not being able to be with me due to her lack of control? I had not been able to see her last night due to some matters that came up from home, but I was not willing to dash away knowing my paramour lies in bed ill.
Without a moment of hesitation and thought, the door unlocked and I stepped in, where I was greeted by her winged feline familiar.
“Master Guy!” His name had automatically become ‘Cat’ for me, despite the fact that she had told me his name repeatedly. “Milady is resting and unwell today. She apologizes that she cannot see you today.”
“Of that, which is why I am here.” My lips purse when I see her in bed, her hair in a state and the blankets fallen past below her hips. The closer I become, the more I can see the way her chest heaves and the wet cloth that sits on her forehead that had been made cold from the bowl of water at her bedside. Taking the cloth, I will the water to remain a touch colder and let the cloth chill with a ring before the cloth floats back onto her forehead.
“Mrm…” My paramour stirs in her bed, the flutter of her eyelids and she looks up at me with a flush of colour on her cheeks. “Guy…”
“Have you eaten?” I refrain from scolding her like I usually would have. The words Sherry uttered still wear on my mind.
“No…” Her hand gently reaches for me, and I take it to hold it close to me, brushing my lips against her knuckles. She’s burning up. “I’m sorry…”
I do not need her apology for the thoughts that consume her to this extent. “You are my paramour. You have chosen me as I have chosen you, so remain as you are.” I say the words as I can only think to reassure her, kissing her knuckles once more. With the state she is in, I know I cannot reaffirm my feelings in a kiss upon her lips, for the magical stores she is working to replenish in her rest will result in a transference to me.
So I can only caress her cheek and brush the strands of hair away from her face.
“Does your body ail?”
“Just a bit sore…” she murmurs, closing her eyes briefly. “Your hand feels so nice…” The heat of her body is a deep contrast to the cold I bring to my hands so that I could grant her some comfort, ensuring that the cloth is refreshed for her.
“I sent Jasper to get food for you.” Perhaps a normal meal would not work this time, but a soup would provide her some energy and prevent any other problems that may come up from her lack of nutrition.
“Thank you…” she whispers hoarsely. Carefully, she’s stirring once more, this time allowing the cloth to drop as she makes to rise, though I protest with my hands on her shoulders and she places her free hand on my sleeve, a gentle shake of her head. “I’m not leaving the bed…”
Curiously, I let her do what she likes, and the innocent act of her sitting up with her arms encircled around me as her head rests against my shoulder for comfort is enough to make my lips curve into the smile she loves. In return, I pull her into my lap, granting her more comfort by doing so and cradling her as I right myself on her bed. Her breath fans against my neck, and I feel from its pace that I have granted her the solace she seeks.
For the extent of her powers, I wonder what she has done so much to result in her ailment.
I do not ask in time, a rapt at the door and it is Jasper with a meal for her. My fingers continue to card through her soft locks and I cannot bear to part with the peace she wears in her sleeping expression, but I think other of it, for the sake of her energy. “Your food is here,” I say to her gently in her ear, hoping to beckon her awake from the gentle sleep she has drifted into.
The red eyes she has gained with her sigillum arcanum look up at me drowsily then down to the tray, nodding. “Thank you,” she says to Jasper.
Neither of us are disturbed that Jasper has seen us in this state, though I had ignored it for the sake of her care.
“I will leave you two be, Master Guy.” There’s a faint smile on his lips as he leaves, for the man I’ve trusted as my valet since my infancy knows my avarice is no longer for her power, but for her love as mine is hers.
Silence is hardly bothersome as I soothe her hot skin, until she has finished the very last drop of her soup. The cat himself has kept his distance to provide us as much privacy, but I have a feeling there is more to this that neither of them, or Sherry is willing to tell me. In the past, I would not hesitate to use ancient magic, but she is my equal, my paramour, for her I will give no orders or demand them of her until she readily speaks.
For her, I will not allow spineless rumours to plague her thoughts and send her into ruin, but to fill her mind with thoughts of me and my love for her.
I must refrain from kissing her, dare I steal her strength, and it takes all of me when she looks up at me with that drowsy yet giddy and beautiful smile of hers.
The colour in her cheeks is returning, staving off the heat bit by bit, though it takes but a time to recover from this predicament. Her arms circle back around me, the bowl gone from her hands and on the table by her bed, but my eyes are certain that it was not me who had done that.
“Rest.” The gentleness I have for her brings a calm to my emotions, settling her onto the bed despite her unwillingness to remove herself from me. I do not want to leave you either. I have been without her presence more and more these days in exchange for her increased training with the Invidian princess, that my yearning for her has grown more than the time I had been gone to Avari without her.
“Stay a little longer…?” she asks of me.
“I will remain until you slumber.” In time, I will return, for I know the longer I stay by her side, the more that I loathe to part from her and her rest will be lost at my expense. So I lay with her for a while longer, allow my emotions to toil further as I watch her fight the call of sleep to gaze back at me. It is the fragility of her peaceful expression that overcomes her once more, and reluctantly, my lips press to her forehead. “Rest well.”
My parting words with her cat are but a simple instruction to take care of her, before I slip out of her room quietly to head towards my next class.
Summary: Guy’s birthday is coming and you’re wondering what to give someone who has everything that he could obtain. So you decide to make him something, and well... your mind starts wondering about your abilities and being able to be by his side.
Masterpost: LINK
“Just a bit longer…”
My voice barely carried throughout the room, a dribble of sweat rolling down the side of my face as I concentrated on the flames in front of me. I could sense my magic wasn’t as strong as it had been earlier, but the attempts to condense it and focus into the different methods I was accomplishing right then and there was necessary.
A hand reached out, wiping the sweat away with a kerchief, but I didn’t budge from my concentration. This was already a repeated motion that I had become less aware of. “Heavens to hexes, you are going to push yourself into a coma if you keep this up,” said the voice of the hand’s owner.
I couldn’t shake my head to protest her comment, instead skirting around it with a prompt response. “I need to finish this tonight, Sherry, or I will not be able to forgive myself for not trying.”
“Master Guy will appreciate your gift no matter what you give him, I am certain of that.”
Guy. Guy Avari, prince of the Avari Kingdom, and my paramour. I had fallen so head over heels for him that I wanted to give him a special gift after his valet, Jasper, had informed me his birthday would be coming up in a month’s time. But here on Sagilia, my resources were limited, and so was my allowance to be able to purchase anything. Guy was able to afford such extravagances and I wasn’t, so I sought out a more daunting task that required more effort.
I wanted to create him a gift.
But being in the state I was at the time, and the C rank I held weren’t going to be enough to allow me to push forward. So between my classes and times I would come to see Guy, I started crafting my project and practicing consistently to make rough drafts of it, until none of them could satisfy the desire to create the perfect gift for the man I love.
Our meetings became more sparse as of late, as I pushed myself forward to improve, and silently I had enlisted Sherry as my accomplice and alibi to indicate I was merely training and trying to achieve her level.
The excuse alone was enough to peeve Guy slightly, but Sherry had insisted that there were times in our schedule that we could practice together while the S ranks were in their lessons.
I was running out of time, and Guy’s birthday was going to be happening in two days. By my estimation, finishing this tonight would easily put me in bed for a whole day tomorrow before I could see Guy for the actual day.
“Your magical stores will be depleted if you keep going.”
I shake my head, the heat of the flames surrounding my gift growing brighter and hotter. My breathing was starting to get heavy, and my chest was already getting tight. My mouth was dry as a result of staving off my thirst in exchange for my project. Soon, I couldn’t breathe and my vision started to blur.
Whoosh!
The flames went out in an instant, and I had to grip the desk as best as I could before I collapsed.
I barely heard Sherry’s call of my name, her arms encircling me to help me remain upright in my seat.
“Are you all right?”
“I-I… I think so…” My voice was but a hoarse whisper, lifting my eyes as best as I could to look at the two objects on the table. “Sh-Sherry… look…”
Her pink locks shifted and grazed my cheeks as she shifted her line of sight to the objects, both of them floating in mid-air and rotating in every direction for us to inspect.
“Not a single scratch…” Sherry whispers. “You did it!”
I smiled weakly, but part of me felt upset inside. When our class was taught to float stones, it had been a breeze. But something like this felt so complicated, like I shouldn’t have been so exhausted from trying to do something like this that seemed so… simple. The only justification out of this was the fact that I had been repeating the process, where previous attempts were now incinerated to ashes. How could I stand to be with Guy if something like this was going to drain me to my very core?
My kerchief floated out to unravel on the desk, cushioning the objects as they stacked neatly before the cloth wrapped itself neatly. The chair scraped gently across the floor as I stood, carefully taking the gift into my arms.
“Are you going to be okay walking back to your room?” Sherry asked.
I could only offer a sheepish smile. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” My legs were threatening to shake and give out to me, but I couldn’t worry Guy if I were to come across him on the way home.
Guy’s birthday is coming and you’re wondering what to give someone who has everything that he could obtain. So you decide to make him something, and well... your mind starts wondering about your abilities and being able to be by his side.
Romantic Pairings: Guy Avari (Court of Darkness) x Reader
Genre: Romance – Fluff, Comfort
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own Court of Darkness, or any of the game’s characters.
So I might do a walkthrough for Court of Darkness' Guy Avari. I know there were some I got wrong, so I'll only post the correct answers and do another run-through as soon as I'm done the first one to make sure I get the proper answers.
I’m currently on chapter 29, so I’m chilling a bit to do my battles because I’m pretty sure it’s going to ask for a ton of spirit points again.
