so i know that i’m a million years late to the party, but something i find hilarious in agents of shield is that in season one, these guys are basically your regular government employees who just deal with weird stuff, and by the time season four rolls around, these same people are so codependent that when their new boss comes in and is like “:) yay! i can put the genius STEM people in my genius STEM section and the hyper-competent soldier people in my hyper-competent soldier section!” they all immediately assume that he’s out to get them and is splitting them up on purpose. like you people are AT A JOB this is YOUR BOSS what are you DOING. and it’s not just daisy or fitzsimmons thinking about this. fucking coulson and may are also suspicious. like guys. you are government workers. why are you conducting secret missions. people are going to die for your found family.
When Sylus discovers the scar running down her back, it’s more than just a mark—it’s a reminder of the pain she’s endured without him.
The one where Sylus sees her scar for the first time.
Sylus x MC. Fluff and light angst, h/c. 775 words.
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A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first post in around [checks note] six years. I've been really invested in Love and Deepspace for the past month and have found myself to be a sucker for Sylus and the Main Character's (I've named her Lili) story to the point where I've decided to publish it, so here we are. Anyways, enjoy!
Sylus loves it when Lili stays over.
Their relationship is still new, fragile in the way that something precious often is, and every moment with her feels like a revelation. He’s always been a man of control, of calculated moves and measured emotions. But with Lili, it’s different. The desire to be close to her isn’t a wildfire—it’s a slow, steady burn that has crept into every corner of his being. It’s in the way his chest tightens when she laughs, the way his fingers itch to trace the curve of her jaw, the way he finds himself holding his breath when she’s near, as if even the air between them is sacred.
He wants her in ways he’s never wanted anyone before, but it’s not just physical. It’s deeper than that. It’s the way she makes him feel seen, even in his darkest corners. And so he holds himself back, careful not to push her, not to rush her. He wants to be her safe place. Her sanctuary.
That’s why when he walks into his bedroom one evening and finds her standing there, her back exposed as she changes into her pajamas, he freezes.
She’s only in her bottoms, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders as she reaches for a towel. She doesn’t turn around, doesn’t flinch or try to cover herself. She knows he’s there, and the trust in that simple act makes his chest ache.
But then he sees it.
A scar.
It runs diagonally across her back, from just below her left shoulder blade down to her waist—a jagged, raised line that speaks of pain and survival. Sylus is no stranger to scars. He’s worn them, inflicted them, tended to them. But this one—hers—feels different. It’s a mark of something he wasn’t there to protect her from, and the thought of her in pain—of her enduring whatever caused this—ignites a quiet fury in him.
He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t need to. Not yet. Instead, he steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate. His hand finds her hip, his touch feather-light, and he feels her shiver under his fingertips.
“I was thinking of ordering some pizza tonight,” Lili says, her voice casual, though there’s a slight tremor in it. He hopes she’s not afraid of this newfound closeness. He trusts that she will voice it if it were true. “I’ve been craving cheese and—”
Her words cut off as he lowers himself behind her, his lips brushing against the top of the scar. He kisses it gently, his mouth tracing the length of it. Each press a silent promise: I’m here. You’re safe. You’re loved.
She doesn’t doesn’t pull away, but he can feel her breath hitch, can sense the confusion in the way her shoulders stiffen.
“Sylus,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t stop. Not until he’s kissed every inch of the scar, until his lips have memorized its shape. Then he stands, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She fits perfectly against him, and he feels her warmth seeping into his skin. He rests his chin on her shoulder, his breath stirring the damp strands of her hair.
“I’m inclined to believe,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, “that no one has ever kissed your scar better before. So I’m doing it now.”
Lili turns in his arms, her eyes searching his. For a moment, he thinks she might pull away. But then she smiles—a small, tender smile that makes his heart ache—and rests her head against his chest as her arms fully embrace him.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but there’s no bite in her words. Only warmth.
“Maybe,” he admits as his hands slid up her back, his fingers brushing against the scar once more. “But I meant it. Every kiss.”
She looks at him, her gaze soft but piercing as if she can see straight through him. And maybe she can. Maybe she always has.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice breaking just enough to make his chest tighten.
He doesn’t say anything. He pulls her closer instead, his lips finding hers in a kiss that’s equal parts tenderness and yearning. It’s not enough—it will never be enough—but for now, it’s everything.
And as they stand there, wrapped in each other, Sylus knows one thing for certain: he will spend the rest of his life kissing her scars, both seen and unseen, until she believes she is whole. Until she believes she is loved.
Because she is.
She always will be.
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“I don’t want to lose you again. Not in this life, not in any other.”
“No matter how many lifetimes we live, no matter how many times we have to start over, I’ll always find you. And I’ll always choose you.”
The one where she finally remembers.
Sylus x MC (Lili). Angst, emotional h/c. 877 words.
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“Sylus… I curse your soul to never fade away.”
“You’ll always be tied to me. Forever.”
“This is my curse. Only I can grant you a true death.”
Lili woke with a start. Her ragged, uneven breaths and pounding heart felt like she had run for miles. The room was dark, with the faint glow of the city outside being the only light. For a moment, she felt disoriented. She finds herself between the dream and reality: the field of blooming daturas, the weight of her curse, the ache of a memory that wasn’t hers—until it was.
She turned to Sylus, his silver hair tousled and sharp face softened by slumber. The sight of him being there next to her—so real and solid—made her chest tighten. He stirred awake, his crimson eyes eventually flickering open in alert after realizing the state she was in despite the haze of sleep clouding him. “Sweetie.” His voice was rough, but his hands were already moving, pulling her close. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t answer at first. The weight of the dream—no, the memory—was too heavy and raw. So she buried her face in his chest and let her tears soak into the fabric of his shirt. Sylus didn’t push her to speak. He simply held her, his arms a steady anchor as she cried her heart out.
When her sobs finally subsided, she pulled back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen, her voice barely above a whisper. “I remember everything, Sylus. All of it.”
He stilled, his breath catching. “Everything?”
She nodded, her hands clutching his shirt as if he might disappear if she let go. “The Abyss. Your death. My curse. I… I killed you, didn’t I?”
Sylus’s jaw tightened. His crimson eyes darkened with an emotion she couldn’t quite name. Was it anger? Regret? Disappointment? “Lili…”
“I’m so sorry,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “All this time I left you alone with a burden that you had to carry all by yourself.”
Sylus cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he said in a low and steady voice. “You’ve given me a life I never thought I could have.”
She shook her head, her tears still flowing. “But I cursed you! I tied your soul to mine, forced you to live through lifetimes of pain and loneliness. How could I do that to you? I was selfish.”
His hands tightened gently on her face, gaze unwavering. “You weren’t selfish,” he stated firmly. “You were in a desperate situation. You loved me enough to defy fate, and I love you enough to endure whatever comes with it.”
Lili cried harder, her hands clutching his wrists as if he might vanish if she let go. “But you’ve suffered so much because of me. All those years, all those lifetimes… I didn’t even remember you. I didn’t even know!”
Sylus leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered. “You’re here now and you remember. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Her chest tightened, her heart breaking and healing and breaking and healing again in an endless loop. “Sylus, I… I don’t know how to make this right. How do I make up for everything you’ve been through?”
He pulled back slightly, his gaze soft as he looked at her. “You don’t have to make up for anything,” he tells her. “Just love me and stay with me. That’s all I need.”
“I love you,” she immediately whispered. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I didn’t remember, I think I always knew.”
Sylus’s lips curved into a small, tender smile. “I know,” he said. “I felt it. Every time I found you—in every lifetime—I felt it. Your soul called to mine even when you didn’t know why.”
Her hands moved to his face, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips. “I’m so sorry,” she said again, her voice breaking. “For everything.”
Sylus caught her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. “Don’t be. I’d do it all over again if it meant I could have this life we have now—if it meant I could have you.”
Lili searched his eyes, her heart sinking at the depth of love and devotion she saw and felt. “I don’t want to lose you again,” she whispered. “Not in this life, not in any other.”
Sylus leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers again. “You won’t,” he promised, his voice fierce. “No matter how many lifetimes we live, no matter how many times we have to start over, I’ll always find you. And I’ll always choose you.”
Lili closed her eyes, her heart swelling with a love as ancient as their history. “I’ll choose you too,” she whispered. “Always.”
They had found each other again, and this time they wouldn’t let go. The curse that had bound them for so long was no longer a chain, but a thread that weaved their souls together for as long as Lili wanted.
For the first time in centuries, Sylus felt free. And for the first time in her life, Lili felt whole.
A/N: I was saving this for later but I couldn't help myself. I always either go full fluff or full angst, there is no in between.
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When love finds Sylus in the form of Lili, a resilient hunter with scars of her own, he’s forced to confront the man he was and the man he wants to be.
This series is a collection of intimate, interconnected stories that span the lifetime of Sylus and Lili in no particular order. From the early days of their relationship, to the joys and challenges of building their family, and finally to their twilight years.
Masterlist
Kiss it Better - fluff, light angst, h/c
When Sylus discovers the scar running down her back, it’s more than just a mark—it’s a reminder of the pain she’s endured without him.
The one where Sylus sees her scar for the first time.
I Remember, I'm Sorry - angst, h/c
“I don’t want to lose you again. Not in this life, not in any other.”
“No matter how many lifetimes we live, no matter how many times we have to start over, I’ll always find you. And I’ll always choose you.”
The one where she finally remembers.
It’s been a while since I’ve truly been active on this account 🤡
Hello! A lot has been going on since I put in any content here. Uni got super busy (I’m currently working on my thesis), my dad died, moved houses, and a whole lot more lmao. I hope everyone’s well 💕💕💕
Not sure when exactly I’ll start putting content again (especially my babies gertchase, I miss them) but honestly it’s just good to be back on tumblr. Again, I hope everyone’s well and happy 🥰
one thing that pleased me so much about the “to all the boys ive loved before” movie was that it portrayed high school so realistically. like, the casual mentions of/the usage of social media (like peter mentioning watching chris’ snapchat story, or the etiquitte of commenting on someone’s IG photo of you) was just so accurate. they didnt go completey over the top when it came to social groups and popularity. like, you can tell peter and gen are popular, but the crowd in the hallway doesnt part when they walk through. theyre treated like normal (albeit cooler) people among their peers, not royalty. it doesnt try to pull that “text sent around the school and everyone receives it at the same time and laughs at the victim” gag that SOME high school dramas like to pull despite it NEVER happening in real life (cough 13 reasons why cough). the scene with the photo on the locker required some suspension of belief, but it was done in a way that literally could have been done to someone before, and i can forgive it. even in the party scene, it was just most people standing around and talking. no one was puking in a vase, or doing kegstands, or dancing on a table, and ive been to many a highschool house party that was literaly just. people standing around, drinking and talking. this movie felt like actual teenagers were consulted in the making, not some middle aged writers who forget high school and get movie tropes confused with memory. in this essay i will
