Bonjour, bienvenue,
Come and choose from the menu!
Take a seat, savor a treat,
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I’m your little baker, Ava! idk what im doing, just having fun with my username, you know… banana bread and all… >ᴗ< anyway!!!
Would you favor a luxurious croissant dipped in decadent dark chocolate?
Then may I recommend the Sylus selection: (oldest to newest)
❤︎ Does a dragon purr? - you invite Sylus to rest with you
❤︎ Brush - Sylus brushes your hair
❤︎ Tender Gaze - Sylus sees his newborn’s eyes for the first time
❤︎ Heart - a little valentines gift from Sylus
❤︎ Embrace - whenever you hug Sylus, he never lets go first
❤︎ Language - you discover Sylus’ old journal detailing his dragon language, and surprise him with a poem in his ancient tongue
❤︎ Pet - x nonmc, when Sylus first introduces Mephisto to you
❤︎ Day After the Party - you tease him the day after his birthday
❤︎ All the Little Traces of Warmth - Sylus gives (?) you a ring
❤︎ Tribute - tribal chief!sylus x tribute bride!reader, a fun AU
Would you love some sweet macarons?
Then may I recommend the Zayne special:
❤︎ Beauty Marks - you share a post about how beauty marks are kisses left by your lover in a past life…
Perhaps you’re interested in high tea time?
Do stay a while for our set course (multi-chapter)
❤︎ Looking Glass - in your universe, sylus is your beloved character in a game you like to play. in his universe, sylus acquires a mirror of the game… and sees you playing.
And here we have limited-edition collaboration pieces with renowned artisan pastry chefs, enjoy!
#sylus reblog fics #rafayel reblog fics #zayne reblog fics
Gasp, you’ve been eating treats from other patisseries inside my shop? *Clutches my pearls*
Ahh, well. Understandable, they are delicious:
#ava recommends #ava recs #sylus art #zayne art (pardon me I’ve yet to make proper tags)
Crumbs! All over the floor!
#ava rambles #ava answers #let sylus play the claw machine #posting self aware content until the boys actually do #headcanons
Hmm? You want to know the history of our humble shop? Not much to say, but here you go!
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< Intro | Chapter 1
Self aware Sylus x gn reader, hurt/comfort
CW: vomit, derealization, general sickness
wc: 1.7k
You slowly stir back into consciousness, a gooey exhaustion clinging to your entire body and weighing you down uncomfortably. A wave of motion sickness flows through you as you attempt to sit up, having to try multiple times in order to get your aching muscles to cooperate.
Your vision spins as you try to reorient yourself. Everything feels just slightly wrong, like a space you were once familiar with has been tampered with, all your belongings moved an inch out of place, causing your body's instinctual memory to falter and stumble over what once felt natural.
But, by far, the greatest discomfort comes from your heart. It aches, a deep, pulsing pain; and it thumps harder than it ever has in your life. Each beat jostles your whole body, and you slump over, your hands clasped over your chest as you tremble.
After a couple of deep breaths to hold the nausea at bay and attempt to calm yourself, you sit upright again, and your vision clears enough to be able to make out your surroundings.
You're in a large, intimidating room with gothic-style decor, dimly lit by flickering firelight that's dampened by walls painted completely black. Your aching body is gently cradled by silk sheets with the highest thread count you've ever felt. Something about this room tugs at the edges of your memory, but it slips away whenever you attempt to grasp at it. A canopy drapes above you, framing the view of a shadowy-looking city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and…
You startle as your somewhat delirious mind finally takes notice of the figure seated in front of you. There's a pitcher of water with two expensive-looking glasses set on a table behind him, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit. He's slumped over in a luxurious armchair, his head resting on his knuckles as he breathes deeply, fast asleep. That's- no way, this can't be right.
You check your hands — five fingers on both, no abnormalities. You're wearing your usual pajamas, and the details are all there, down to the smallest stain. This is too clear to be a dream. This hurts too much to be a dream. So what, a psychotic break? Are you going insane?
Intense pain blooms deep in your skull, and you cover your face, holding back a shuddering sob. Chills and shivers wrack your body, and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from crying out and waking the stranger in front of you. The stranger, because there's no way that's who you think it is. He's not real. You must be going insane; it hurts so badly. You bite down on your palm to keep yourself quiet, tasting iron as your unease builds even further.
You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here. Dizzy and delirious, you climb out of bed, nearly collapsing to the floor just from trying to stay standing. You unsteadily stumble forward on legs shaking from the effort of holding up your own body weight, singularly focused on moving forward. You've never felt this weak before.
With a great amount of effort, you reach the door to the bedroom, and luckily, the door's hinges don't squeak as you push it open. You're relieved to have something to lean on, bracing your shoulder against the wall as you force yourself to keep moving forward.
You're unsure of your goal as you mindlessly limp down the hallway, peeking past the open doors in hopes of finding something, anything. No luck. Not even a promising-looking potential hiding place. Acid bubbles up in your throat, and you choke on a cough, just barely swallowing it back down. Your throat burns as the liquid retreats, but you know it likely won't be gone for long.
A bathroom. You need a bathroom. Shivering as another wave of chills rolls through you, you keep moving forward. There would have likely been one attached to the bedroom you woke up in, but you're not going to risk heading back in there, not when there's some sort of doppelganger at your bedside.
A wave of pain originating from your heart forces you to your knees, and you gasp, your vision blurring with tears. You struggle back up to your feet, and you think you catch a glimpse of red, beady eyes glowing in your direction from a vantage point up above. But when you try for a second glance, they're gone.
The nausea in the back of your throat is rapidly worsening, and it's looking like you won't get to a bathroom in time. You stumble into a random room, looking for a garbage can, but there's none in your limited field of vision. Acting on instinct, you crawl under a table in the corner like a defeated dog, curling up as you try to hold back the inevitable.
The ringing in your ears grows louder as tears drip down your nose, hand pressed to your mouth. You're too drained to flinch when you feel cool fingers brushing your neck as they carefully gather up your hair, holding it out of the way as another hand gently pries yours from your mouth, nearly engulfing it as a thumb rubs slow circles on the back.
"It's alright. Just let it out, sweetheart. I've got you."
You sob, a hiccup quickly followed by a cough, then a violent retch as your body expels a thick, viscous, black goo onto the ground in front of you. You don't even have enough time to be horrified before more quickly follows, this time mixed with the contents of your stomach.
It tastes awful, leaving a lingering burn in your throat and your mouth, and the taste of what you can only imagine as rotten flesh. You cough up a few more mouthfuls before slumping forward, easily caught by the large hands that have handled you so delicately.
Your vision is spotty as your body is pulled forward, retrieving you from your hiding spot with the utmost care. Your mouth is carefully wiped with a silk handkerchief before you feel the figure lifting you with incredible ease, guiding your chest to lean against his own as he stands up. He must be very tall, you muse, as you're quite far off the ground.
He walks slowly, one arm beneath your thighs and the other rubbing circles into your back to keep you steady and attempt to mitigate the effects of motion sickness. You appreciate his efforts to keep you comfortable. Your throat still burns; you think it got into your sinuses, too. You sob softly into his shoulder. You can't stop shaking.
You lose focus for a little while, almost dozing off, but you're brought back by the soothing sensation of a warm washcloth gently cleaning your face, wiping away your dried tears and the leftover black residue around your lips and nose. You're sitting on the edge of a cold bathtub, with the man's hand still pressed to your back to keep you from toppling over.
A plastic cup is tapped to your mouth, accompanied by a soft command.
"Swish."
You do as he says, opening up for the liquid and swishing it around in your mouth. Once you're done, he guides you to lean over and spit it out into the tub, bringing you back to wipe your lips again. How did he know your favorite mouthwash…? Lucky guess?
You're lifted again, and you lean into the man, burying your face in his chest for comfort. He smells nice; a small but very welcome distraction from your poor condition. You don't think you've ever felt closer to death than you do now. The deep, burning agony in your heart has begun to spread slowly through your veins, and your muscles now protest with a throbbing pain left from overexertion.
You're pulled from the grounding warmth of his chest yet again and delicately placed in the bed where you woke up, back in the embrace of its silken sheets, now soothingly cool against your feverish skin. You're propped up like a doll against slanted pillows, and the man sits in front of you, dipping the mattress. His hands press another cup to your lips, this one made of glass.
"Drink."
You doubt you could gather enough energy to raise your arms to grip his wrist, so you thoughtlessly comply, the water feeling heavenly against your irritated throat, clearing much of the remnants of black goop still clinging to the inside. You drain the whole glass in no time, and after he refills it, you drain another. You're about to ask for a third, but the man places the cup aside, opting to press the back of his hand to your forehead instead.
"You have an incredibly high fever…" He murmurs, concern laced in his tone. "We need to see how that water settles first, then I can give you some more."
You turn away from him, your gaze fixing instead on your hands. Your skin looks much greyer than it should. But you can't bring yourself to care as exhaustion begins to tug insistently at your mind, urging you to relinquish your feeble grip on consciousness. You almost do, but you're interrupted again by the man's voice.
"Do you remember who I am?"
You blink a few times, forcing your eyes to focus in order to make contact with the stranger's ruby-red ones. There's a hint of desperation and vulnerability in them that you hadn't spotted before.
"… Sylus?" you rasp, your throat feeling like it's filled with shards of broken glass. Though, the pain is worth it when you get to catch the surprised relief on the man's face. Maybe it is really him.
Instead of confirming or denying your assumption, he gently lifts one of your hands, leaning down and pressing his lips to your knuckles. There's a new tenderness when he speaks now, as if your existence itself is as fragile as glass and he's afraid to shatter reality.
"Rest. I'll be by your side until you wake."
Some part of you deep inside feels comforted by that, so you let go, falling into the cavernous abyss of sleep.
Sylus fluff. Featuring his lovely nose. :> wc: 280~
A cozy warmth greets your senses as you gradually wake. You blink and yawn, then shift under the blanket to turn around and face Sylus, still asleep.
A smile forms on your face as you quietly observe his handsome profile, your gaze sweeping over the long lashes on his closed eyes, his chiseled jaw, his lips… eventually settling on his defined nose.
So pretty, you’ve always thought. You prop yourself on your arms and draw closer to his face. Your lips close in on its target, and land a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Make that two. Or three. Another kiss, then another, and another… until you’re peppering his nose with kisses.
You feel him shift, but that doesn’t stop your barrage. His lips curl up in a smile and a rumble sounds deep in his chest, though his eyes remain closed.
“You keep missing the mark, sweetie. My lips are here.”
Giggling, you press yet another kiss on his nose. “Am not.” Then you bite it gently.
His crimson eyes fly open to meet your cheeky ones. Uh oh.
Effortlessly, he flips you over so that he has the higher ground, caging you within his arms. With a smirk, he starts attacking your nose with kisses, except he’s faster… and sloppier.
You squeal, trying to push him off. “Sy—Sylus!” Your laughter rings out. One of his favorite sounds.
He stops, looking at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile. His fingers reach to wipe your nose.
Then he leans down once more, but this time finding your lips, sharing languid kisses that say, I adore you.
He loves waking up to your playful little mischief. He loves getting slow, happy mornings like this.
sylus has learned to expect surprises when you come jogging into his office with armfuls of pudge to plop one or both on his lap.
today, he catches kyros in one arm and balances lucian on his head, as you conduct them like a maestro. prefacing him with nothing but, “watch this.”
“what does a cow say?”
“moo.” goes kyros, which sylus already knows he knows, but he is rewarded a kiss anyway.
“the sheep goes?”
“bah.” lucian gurgles. sylus pinches his cheek.
“the duck goes?”
“wak wak wak.” they bubble in failed synchronization. sylus’s heart pinches in his chest.
“can i give an animal?” he asks you, but you hiss at him to shut up. he rolls his eyes in good faith and continues to be tonight’s audience member instead.
“dog?”
kyros forgets, but lucian recalls. “auf! auf!”
“cat!”
kyros’s favorite. “miw! miiiw!”
“dinosaur?”
sylus scoffs. “dino—?”
“roaaar! raaawr!” lucian growls eagerly. kyros follows suit at the excitement, “warr! oooh-waar!”
“fish!”
“fish?!”
“poa poa poa.” sylus gasps at his little ones smacking their lips and wiggling their bodies. his laugh rattles mountains when he realizes.
“lizard!”
there’s a silence. like they’re thinking of doing one of two or more choices. meanwhile sylus curiously thinks what other sounds a lizard might make aside from the clicking he knows of.
“eh?” kyros asks, hands plopping onto sylus’s cheeks. confusing his papa more.
you give him an excited thumbs up— yes, just like you practiced.
“peetie! peetie!” lucian howls, joy lighting up his features. kyros explodes in a fit of giggles, screaming too, “peetie!’ peetie!”
sylus’s brows knit together at the sound. but before he digs through his mind palace to find the drawer of lizard sounds he knows, he meets your gaze. all smug in your mischief. then he realizes what you have taught your children, and what specific kind of lizard it is they are emulating.
“sweetie.” his voice is low as a warning as he rises from his seat. the littles giggle at the lizard sounds coming from its original source.
you bolt as soon as he step forward, squealing against the oncoming storm that befalls you for your arrogance. your children’s laughter echo down the hall, close on your heels despite having a hunter’s speed.
and when you lock yourself in your bedroom, you believe you are safe.
only, behind you, a whispered, “kitten.”
a distant, obedient, “miw!”
your heart stops at the sight of your husband— only now, with six glowing orbs staring at you from the shadows.
“nice trick.” he clicks his tongue, so harrowingly similar to a true lizard, much larger and maybe winged, as he draws near.
if it weren’t for the kids’ giggles, you’re sure— you’d be absolutely done for.
wc: 720
gn reader, soft sylus, exhaustion, fluffy comfort!
Your day was exhausting. Too many people, too much noise, too much everything. You left feeling dizzy and strained, not even having the energy to text Sylus that you were coming over. You're sure he'll understand; he shows up to your apartment uninvited quite often, and you never complain. You stop by your place on the way to change into more comfortable clothing, then pull on your helmet and hop on the bike he gifted you.
Luckily, you manage to stay fully awake for the entire duration of your drive to Sylus's manor and park smoothly in his garage beside his favorite bike. You're sure he knows you're here by now; his security system is incredibly robust and likely identified your face on your way into his garage.
You scan your thumb on the reader, and the door unlocks with a happy-sounding chime and a little caw sound effect. You can't help but smile a little, remembering how you asked the twins to help you implement it, and how the two gleefully complied, offering to record his reaction as well.
The way his eyes widened with surprise and then softened with fondness as he chuckled still lives in your mind, the memory brightening your days. Part of you expected him to change it, but he never has. Your little project of adding small, cheery touches to his home has been going surprisingly well.
You rub your eyes as you make your way through his side door, toeing off your shoes in the entranceway and trudging forward. You check each room as you pass by, looking for signs of Sylus's presence. Empty, empty, empty… You eventually reach his study, and there he is.
He's in an ornate armchair, reading, with one of his favorite records playing in the background, filling the air with a gentle melody. You feel an incredible weight lifted from your shoulders just from breaching the threshold, causing your posture to relax and a yawn to escape your throat. It smells like him in here.
Sylus doesn't seem surprised to see you, merely placing his book aside and opening his arms in invitation with a smile. "You should have said something about coming to see me. I would've prepared you a drink."
You hum lowly in response, your brain far too scrambled to prepare anything coherent to say. You just take his invitation, crawling into his lap and nestling your head into his chest, curling into him. The day's tension melts from your frame, and from Sylus's as well. He lets out a soft sigh, pressing tender kisses to your hair and enveloping you in his embrace. He almost seems to be purring.
"Your presence is a lovely surprise, sweetie." He murmurs, pulling you closer, smothering you with affection. His kisses travel down to your neck, and he snuggles into you, the tip of his nose nuzzling into your soft skin, a smile curling his lips. "Long day? Hmm?"
You wrap your arms around his torso and whine. A quiet laugh rumbles through his chest, his hand sliding beneath your shirt to slowly stroke up and down your spine. "Alright, alright, no more teasing."
His chest is so warm beneath your cheek, his arms holding you close and insulating you from the harsh world outside. You're enveloped in a safe little bubble, free to let go without fear of judgment, free to recharge without having to rely on solitude. It's as if the universe is just the two of you, and you've never felt safer.
"Naptime?" he whispers, and you nod, cozy and drowsy, your mind fixating on the rhythm of his heartbeat and the vibration of his voice resonating through his chest. He hums, placing a kiss on your jawline. "Rest. You did well today. You should be proud."
At this, you open your eyes to look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Really?" you ask, something in your expression making him chuckle fondly.
"Yes, kitten, really. You know I don't offer empty praise." Your eyes start to water, causing Sylus's to soften tenderly. He shushes you, tucking your head back into his chest with his free hand and threading his fingers through your hair, soothing your tears.
"I'm proud of you. Never forget that. Rest well for me, sweetheart. I'll stay right here by your side."
by now, sylus is completely used to your nonsense. he dosen’t even blink when you use his head like a canvas.
it’s a lazy evening at the base. you are both tangled up together on the big leather sofa, completely relaxed. sylus is lying back against the cushions, his body serving as your personal mattress. he has one arm wrapped securely around your waist, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your hips.
you, however, are busy.
you have a handful of pastel colored, sparkly star hair clips scattered across his shirt. one by one, you gather up his silver hair and carefully snap the pretty clips into his hair, parting his bangs so they’re pinned completely back
sylus dosen’t move a muscle to stop you. he just lies there, chin titled slightly to give your hands more room, completely unbothered by the growing constellation on his head.
“there,” you whisper, admiring the blue, pink, yellow and purple clips decorating his hair. “you look absolutely adorable!”
sylua slowly opens his eyes. his crimson gaze is heavy lidded, fond and full of amusement as he looks a the proud smile on your face.
“am i pretty enough for you now, sweetie?” he says, purposely making his voice high pitched. you snort.
“the prettiest,” you tease, reaching up to gently tap on the pink star right next to his temple. “the fierce leader of onychinus defeated by hair accessories.”
sylus lets out a low, deep chuckle–a sound that almost always makes your heart skip a beat. a slow smirk spreads across his handsome face.
“if defeat is watching you smile and get all happy when you decorate my hair, i’ve been winning for far too long,” he murmurs smoothly, his red eyes gleaming with warmth. “besides if i’m your captive, shouldn’t you be keeping a closer eye on me?”
instead of rolling over to pin you or tease you, sylus just shifts slightly to nestle you deeper into his side. he slides his hand from your hip, his long fingers gently cupping your cheek. he nuzzles his face downward, peppering your face with gentle kisses.
“sylus!” you giggle, enjoying his affection.
sylus smiles, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to it. “let’s just stay right here.” he whispers against your lips now, voice dropping into a sweet murmur.
you melt instantly, your heart doing a happy flip as you lean up and press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. when you pull back, the sparkly clips are still sitting perfectly, catching the dim light of the room. sylus lets out a deeply content sigh, burying his face into your hair.
“close your eyes, sweetie” he whispers, fingers running through your hair. “your captive isn’t going anywhere.”
@meeshrox tagged me for this game on my main blog but I thought why not bring the game here?
So thank you, my love, for the tag and for the opportunity to show my girl.
This is Arya, Rafayel's Cutie. She's a bit light headed and clumsy, and she daydreams a lot. In her naivity, she sometimes let others take the best of her, but when she realizes it, the woman turns into a storm and you better step out of the way.
Her opinion is many times overlooked or ignored, and she tended to share her thoughts less and less because of that, until Rafayel. Fishie seems to be the only one who understands her and she's not ashame to share what's going on on her mind around him.
She loves fiercely, and she will protect the ones she loves until the end. Rafayel is a very lucky bastard 🥰
I might be starting to collect some ideas for a long fic about those two. Let's see if I can pull it through 😬
Tagging some lovelies to join the game if you want: @sweet-evil-trap; @munnmolads @irandial @hachisenshi @whateveritisisfine @raffyfish @flamulas-n-boingfish and everyone else who likes to join! If you do tag me to see your gorgeous girls!
Arya looks so magestic @a-shed-pearl thanks for the tag
My Mc, Aria for Rafayel.
When Aria first met this Sassy Fish she was not impressed. She did break his fall when she first visited his art studio (he fell off the ladder) But over time, this Fish was able to worm 🪱 his way into her heart 💜.
This song describes how she feels since he invaded her life.
“You wreck my world in a beautiful way.”
Aria is slow to warm up to people, but once she trusts you, she is loyal for life. She loves slow mornings, sunrises, strolls on the beach, and reading books at cafes. She is captivated by Rafayel’s artistic talent and how he is able create beautiful masterpieces. She wants to see the world through his eyes 👀 where he sees beauty in everything, especially in this broken world 🌎.
Her relationship with Rafayel is filled with slow glances, quiet touches, sparkles of silliness, and deep emotional understanding. And occasionally… 🤭a whimsical tryst.
Your MC is pretty! Lovely eyes! ♥️ and loool not being impressed at first with Rafayel 😂
Here is… Ava. Hahaha 😆 She doesn’t know how she ended up in the bossman’s arms, she only knows that he is very warm, a comfort, a safe place to just be herself ♥️
Likes to read, a bit cheeky and playful, appreciates the small joys of life. Will do stuff for boba tea lol. Enjoys trying out new restaurants.
I tried to make her look like me but i don’t think i got it haha. Maybe the eyes. But idk about the rest, I’m so bad at customization 🫣
might plan a giveaway for these prints I had made of my older sylus art, though I’d have to limit it to US participants since international shipping confuses/intimidates me lol
