update for my silco fic log that im treating like letterboxd and obsessively rambling about as soon as i finish a fic: just reread and finally finished ichthyological studies (by @beskars )
I'm not going to spoil it obviously but if any of you have read it and want to scream abt it PLEASE hit me up.
Genuinely having a crisis because I am YEARNING for the love described in the beautiful relationship this fic follows + the found family in it is just the cutest thing ever.
I believe in Soft Silco supremacy!!! More fics where he is just happy and adored the way he deserves to be.
beskars, how do you manage to capture everything delicious about Silco and envision such a beautiful way of reinventing him in different AUs while keeping him so consistent at a base level????? Insane.
Not me finishing Anthesis and Ichthyological studies back to back this week truly an incredible week for AU silco indulgence<3
a lil snippet of chapter twelve of ichthyological studies for y'all:
“Where to next?” Silco asked eventually, offering his hand.
You took it, acutely aware of how his fingers interlaced with yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin as you made for the exit. “There’s a used bookstore a few blocks from here. They have a little café inside too, if you're getting hungry.”
“Perfect,” he murmured, hesitating for a moment before adding, “Though I find myself somewhat challenged in my ability to focus on literature at present.”
You glanced up at him, your breath catching in your throat at the undisguised heat in his gaze.
“Patience,” you reminded him softly, echoing his earlier sentiment with deliberate provocation. “Wasn’t that your recommendation?”
“Indeed,” he replied, the word carrying a hint of strain as his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. “A virtue that I find myself less concerned with honoring by the second.”
You squeezed his hand, scintillas of heat racing up your spine at his words. “If I were to kiss you right now,” you began, watching him closely, “would that help to tide you over or just make it worse?”
“Oh, far worse,” he murmured, that telltale curve appearing at one corner of his mouth. “Though I find myself inclined to endure the additional torment, should you feel so compelled.”
You didn't need further invitation. Rising slightly on your toes, you pressed your lips to his in what you’d intended to be a brief, chaste gesture—just enough to satisfy the craving that had been building since you’d left his office that morning.
But the moment your lips met his, something shifted. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as if he was trying to commit the topography of your face to memory. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the barely contained restraint you could feel in the tension of his body, in the careful way he held himself back.
When you finally pulled away, you were both breathing more rapidly than the brief contact should have warranted. His usually immaculate composure was noticeably disrupted—the pupil of his undamaged eye dilated, a faint flush high on his cheekbones, lips slightly parted.
“That was…” he started, then paused, seeming uncharacteristically at a loss for words.
“Worse?” you supplied, unable to keep the smile from your face despite the heat blooming across your skin.
“Infinitely,” he agreed, voice rougher than usual as his thumb traced the curve of your lower lip with careful precision. “Yet I find myself rather desperate to make matters even more unbearable.”
“That,” you murmured, holding his gaze, “can be arranged.”
Before he could respond, you parted your lips and drew the pad of his thumb into your mouth, tongue pressing against it in a deliberate caress. You felt him go completely still, heard the sharp intake of breath as his pupil dilated further, eclipsing almost all of the seafoam green.
torn between wanting to work on ichthyological studies 24/7 (well, at least with any free time i have) because i love writing it so much and not wanting to finish it too quickly bc there are only five chapters left and i don’t want it to be over 😭
the next chapter of ichthyological studies is up tomorrow but here is a little snippet in the meantime!
A wave of panic washed over you. “Why didn't he tell me? What am I supposed to get him? Does he even like celebrating his birthday? Oh god, does he expect me to plan something? I don’t even know what kind of—”
“And there’s the freaking out,” Jinx sighed, hopping up to sit on your desk. “Relax. He never tells anyone about his birthday. He acts like it’s some state secret or something.” She kicked her feet idly. “And no, he doesn’t expect you to plan anything. We usually just do dinner at home. Nothing fancy.”
You took a steadying breath, but the anxiety remained. “Still, I should get him something. What would he like?”
Jinx let out a shout of laughter. “Good luck with that. He’s literally impossible to shop for. I asked him for gift ideas and he said that he needed to get some new potting soil for the plants on the front porch. Like, what kind of gift idea is that?”
“Very practical,” you muttered, trying to imagine the look on Silco’s face if you presented him with a bag of dirt for his birthday.
“Yeah, he’s the king of practical,” Jinx agreed. “One year I asked what he wanted, and he said he’d been meaning to replace the gaskets in the kitchen sink.” She shook her head in fond exasperation. “I got him concert tickets instead. He actually had a good time once he stopped being such a crotchety old person about it.”
this week is bonkers and idk if i’ll have time to update more than one thing so im gonna let y’all decide what i should work on bc i am incapable of making a decision rn
hi happy wednesday everyone here is a lil preview of ichthyological studies chapter fifteen :)
"The marks you left," he said quietly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that made your breath catch.
"They've… developed quite impressively."
Heat flooded your face as you remembered the constellation of marks you'd scattered across his torso, the way you'd claimed him with teeth and tongue as he'd trembled beneath you.
"Show me," you whispered, the request slipping out before you could second-guess it.
There was a brief pause, then the sound of movement. Your phone buzzed with an incoming message, and your pulse quickened as you pulled it away from your ear to check.
The image made your breath catch - his shirt pushed up just enough to reveal the lean planes of his torso, where your marks had indeed blossomed into vivid purple against his pale skin.
The scorpion tattoo was just visible at the edge of the frame, one claw disappearing beneath his waistband in a way that made heat pool low in your belly.
"God, Silco," you breathed, returning the phone to your ear. "They look… fuck."
"Eloquent as ever," he remarked dryly, though the slight roughness in his voice betrayed his affected composure. "But yes, I'm rather pleased with the effect."
"Yeah?" you asked, something warm and possessive unfurling in your chest. "You like being marked up?"
A soft sound escaped him, something between an exhalation and a moan. "By you?" he murmured. "Yes. Very much so."
i want to commission some ichthyological studies silco art but what should i get 😭 it will just be him since i want to keep the reader as free of physical descriptions as possible but is there any particular scene or moment y’all wanna see depicted?
