#ethan silver

massive twink vs. normalsize twink. this shot made me crack up

anyway this vid made me slightly insane. I am actually going to sit down tomorrow morning and attempt to gif some bits. for now, screenshots.

i too would be grasping chris' thighs if i ever had the opportunity to wrestle him

chris bends him into multiple different pretzels and looks like he enjoys making lykos suffer (much to my viewing pleasure).

an entry to @writingtipsandtricks june competition

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“Put your cold hands on me one more time and I will flip you off a rooftop.”

Ethan didn’t have a single doubt that Cossette would follow through with that threat, and let themself fall back a couple steps. “We are exactly the same temperature, and you know this. Now let me look at your broken nose, dumbass.”

Cossette whirled around to face them, but the anger was already sliding off her shoulders. Sometimes it paid off to be the only person willing to stand up to her. All they had to do was wait for the adrenaline of the fight to wear off, and she was a perfectly normal nineteen year old girl. With a broken nose.

“Fine,” she hissed, her French accent thicker than ever. It tended to be, when she was in pain. “But it doesn’t even hurt, you are wasting your-- merde, Ethan! What in the hell!”

She jerked away just as they set the nose back into place, letting out a string of curses Ethan was sure she shouldn’t even know, let alone be saying. The fire was back in her eyes, but they smiled prettily and grabbed their mop from where it lay abandoned against the wall. “You better hurry and get changed if you want to walk me home,” they called over their shoulder.

“Aller se faire cuire un oeuf!” She called after them, determined to have the last word. Ethan let her have it-- she needed it more than them.

Ethan and Cossette had officially met a few months after she had entered into the fighting ring. They had made some remark about her needing to take better care of herself, which of course she said was bullshit.  “I have mopped up more of your blood than what is currently in your body,” Ethan snarked, to which Cossette responded with French equivalent of “mind your own business”.

They’d become fast friends after that.

Neither of them were very good at being someone’s friend, of course. Ethan didn’t know that Cossette was trying to earn enough money to bring her mother to the States and save her from an abusive husband. Cossette didn’t know that Ethan was in school to become a nurse and was working this definitely illegal job to make sure their sister had a good life.

Ethan did know that Cossette could take more punches than it seemed, and Cossette knew they couldn’t take any at all.

Every night that Ethan worked, Cossette would walk them back to the nicer part of the city. There were plenty of goons outside the fight club that thought Ethan would be easy prey. Seeing the frenchwoman alongside Ethan was a good deterrent. She would walk with them until they reached a corner street that had a small mom and pop diner, then turn around and head back into the dark part of town without a care in the world. Ethan worried for her, sometimes. Then, they think about the time she passed out for three seconds in the middle of the ring before getting up and punching someone square in the jaw. She won that fight.

She’d won quite a few fights since her arrival from France. The man who ran the fight club loved her-- she was a powerhouse. No one expected the 5’3 French girl to hold up against any of the men she was put into the ring with. Even the regulars were constantly losing money to her expertise. Cossette could take a punch. She could take ten punches, then punch the stuck-up Jeoffry Turner right where it hurts and win the match.

Three days after the broken nose, Ethan watches as Cossette goes against Tom Cabot. He’s a heavy hitter, and Ethan knows that if Cossette isn’t careful, she’ll be leaving the ring with another broken nose. Her lip was split in the first couple seconds, and the dried blood left a trail down her chin. At first, the fight seems to go how it always does. Then Tom catches the side of her jaw with enough force that she loses her footing. Tom isn’t a fool, he doesn’t hesitate and she goes flying to the ground. Ethan winces as they hear the crack of her skull against the concrete floor-- they don’t need a medical degree to know that she’s going to have a concussion from that.

When Cossette finally stumbles out of the ring, shakily undoing her hand wrappings, Ethan doesn’t hesitate to rush to her side. In the few months since they’ve met, they had moved from constant insults to brief moments of caring (among more constant insults). For once, Cossette doesn’t snark at them. She holds onto their forearm to steady herself, muttering curses.

And then Cossette looks up.

And then she looks in Ethan’s eyes.

Cossette will blame it on the concussion and try to never speak of it again. Ethan will blame it on nothing and speak of it casually. Cossette will flush, get embarrassed, and argue, and Ethan will goad her on, and then it will happen again.

They kiss.

In the end, it doesn’t matter what Cossette is running from. It doesn’t matter the life Ethan is saving them and their sister from. Perhaps it will matter one day, because the past always catches up to those who are waiting. But in that moment-- in the moments that follow-- it does not matter.

“My sister said this was going to happen,” Ethan whispers sometime around the third kiss.

“Your sister sounds just as insufferable as you,” Cossette responds with fondness in her voice.

impressive match for their age I feel, good pacing, worked the crowd of mothers and children well. I've definitely seen worse from older people.

crunchy quality Drew looks like my little brother :') also i respect his dedication to the gayass shorts from the beginning. If this was my brother he would be staying as far away from pink as possible

more drew/ethan silver. they are underage, be forewarned. but if you want to read a little bit about drew longing for deathmatches it might be your cup of tea.

quick little Drew Parker/Ethan Silver (Kid Lykos before he was Lykos) oneshot before I go back to writing thousands of words more than intended with my next Chris/Drew fic.