FICLET: And So It Begins.... Part One (Kyle Lewis/Oliver Fish, One Life to Live, Slash)
Fandom: One Life to Live (soap opera); Canon.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R in later chapters) mostly for language. Might up the rating in later installments.
Summary: Oliver Fish met Kyle Lewis in college. It will change his life forever. Part One of ????
A/N: I got the idea for this from a challenge that I did over on FFN. Put my music device on “shuffle” and write out a small drabble/ficlet to a song, using it as inspiration or as the foundation of the story. I wanted to do some stories of Kyle and Oliver in their college years, but I might just write out bits and pieces to whatever song comes on. Plus, this story's helping me overcome my writer's block. Blech!! Hope you enjoy!
Also posted on Kishmet. Thread here: And So It Began...
Part One:
McFearless
Kings of Leon
Wade Addington cracked the huge wooden paddle into his hand, the Greek letters Kappa, Alpha, and Delta burned into the handle. The president of the fraternity was still in his black tie and shirt; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he had the most frightening grin plastered on his face. The other brothers, some who were officers with Addington, surrounded him.
Oliver Fish remained perfectly still on his knees, crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with the other pledges. He barely registered the smaller, dark-haired guy next to him. Fish dared not move, blink, or even breathe funny; he had heard from the other pledges that the upperclassmen were probably going to do a little harmless hazing. Mostly talk, but nothing else. They weren’t going to risk having their charter pulled again during the probationary period.
Surely they wouldn’t, right?
Oliver hoped desperately that they didn’t see or hear him gulp.
“Listen up, bitches!” Wade bellowed, smacking the paddle in his palm. “Don’t think for one damn minute we’re going to go easy on you. For the next four years, we own you pathetic little shits, and if you fail to live up to our standards, we will end you!”
Oliver did nothing. When the guy next to him snorted, barely audibly, Addington whipped around so quickly and jutted himself toward the two boys so violently that Fish almost fell back.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU LITTLE BUTT-LICKERS LAUGHED?”
He opened his mouth to say, “No one laughed, sir!” but the guy next to him inexplicably spoke up.
“I don’t know about you, but threatening us with bodily harm while you're all on probation doesn’t really seem like the most brilliant move. Sir.”
“Lewis? This is your first night with us, and you’re already giving us shit?” Addington looked menacingly at the other guy, who was now, inexplicably, smirking. Oliver prayed this idiot didn’t just earn himself a beating from the entire fraternity. If there was going to be a fight, Oliver would feel compelled to step in and stop it, even if he didn’t know him.
That’s who he was. He had too much cop in him. He knew what was right and what was wrong. And starting a fight over some stupid, smart remark was definitely wrong.
Lewis shrugged. “No attitude. Just wanted to be honest with my new brothers. Point out some simple truths… buddy.”
Oliver was completely taken aback. This Lewis character - there was nothing but casual amusement in his voice. He could practically hear him smirking. As if he didn’t care whether he got into it with the president if not the entire house.
Addington reared his arm back, the paddle high above his head. Oliver readied himself, waiting for the downward arch, preparing himself to intervene.
The officer jabbed the top of the paddle into Lewis’ chest. “You’ve got bathroom duty. Friday morning through Monday. For a full month.”
Oliver let out a little breath of relief. Bathroom duty? That’s not so bad.
“Our first hall party’s this Thursday. And we’re going to leave all sorts of nice… surprises for you. Buddy.”
Lewis said nothing. Addington turned back around and started barking more orders and more chores to the pledge class. Oliver nodded, barely paying any attention to any of it. A few times he chanced a glance over at the shorter boy.
Only once did he catch Lewis’ eye. And there was a moment, so brief Oliver thought he imagined it-
But Oliver could have sworn he winked at him.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R in later chapters) mostly for language. Might up the rating in later installments.
Summary: Oliver Fish met Kyle Lewis in college. It will change his life forever. Part One of ????
A/N: I got the idea for this from a challenge that I did over on FFN. Put my music device on “shuffle” and write out a small drabble/ficlet to a song, using it as inspiration or as the foundation of the story. I wanted to do some stories of Kyle and Oliver in their college years, but I might just write out bits and pieces to whatever song comes on. Plus, this story's helping me overcome my writer's block. Blech!! Hope you enjoy!
Also posted on Kishmet. Thread here: And So It Began...
Part One:
McFearless
Kings of Leon
Wade Addington cracked the huge wooden paddle into his hand, the Greek letters Kappa, Alpha, and Delta burned into the handle. The president of the fraternity was still in his black tie and shirt; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he had the most frightening grin plastered on his face. The other brothers, some who were officers with Addington, surrounded him.
Oliver Fish remained perfectly still on his knees, crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with the other pledges. He barely registered the smaller, dark-haired guy next to him. Fish dared not move, blink, or even breathe funny; he had heard from the other pledges that the upperclassmen were probably going to do a little harmless hazing. Mostly talk, but nothing else. They weren’t going to risk having their charter pulled again during the probationary period.
Surely they wouldn’t, right?
Oliver hoped desperately that they didn’t see or hear him gulp.
“Listen up, bitches!” Wade bellowed, smacking the paddle in his palm. “Don’t think for one damn minute we’re going to go easy on you. For the next four years, we own you pathetic little shits, and if you fail to live up to our standards, we will end you!”
Oliver did nothing. When the guy next to him snorted, barely audibly, Addington whipped around so quickly and jutted himself toward the two boys so violently that Fish almost fell back.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU LITTLE BUTT-LICKERS LAUGHED?”
He opened his mouth to say, “No one laughed, sir!” but the guy next to him inexplicably spoke up.
“I don’t know about you, but threatening us with bodily harm while you're all on probation doesn’t really seem like the most brilliant move. Sir.”
“Lewis? This is your first night with us, and you’re already giving us shit?” Addington looked menacingly at the other guy, who was now, inexplicably, smirking. Oliver prayed this idiot didn’t just earn himself a beating from the entire fraternity. If there was going to be a fight, Oliver would feel compelled to step in and stop it, even if he didn’t know him.
That’s who he was. He had too much cop in him. He knew what was right and what was wrong. And starting a fight over some stupid, smart remark was definitely wrong.
Lewis shrugged. “No attitude. Just wanted to be honest with my new brothers. Point out some simple truths… buddy.”
Oliver was completely taken aback. This Lewis character - there was nothing but casual amusement in his voice. He could practically hear him smirking. As if he didn’t care whether he got into it with the president if not the entire house.
Addington reared his arm back, the paddle high above his head. Oliver readied himself, waiting for the downward arch, preparing himself to intervene.
The officer jabbed the top of the paddle into Lewis’ chest. “You’ve got bathroom duty. Friday morning through Monday. For a full month.”
Oliver let out a little breath of relief. Bathroom duty? That’s not so bad.
“Our first hall party’s this Thursday. And we’re going to leave all sorts of nice… surprises for you. Buddy.”
Lewis said nothing. Addington turned back around and started barking more orders and more chores to the pledge class. Oliver nodded, barely paying any attention to any of it. A few times he chanced a glance over at the shorter boy.
Only once did he catch Lewis’ eye. And there was a moment, so brief Oliver thought he imagined it-
But Oliver could have sworn he winked at him.