We'll Never Be Friends
Title: We'll Never Be Friends
Type: Original, Drabble, Slight AU Bandom
Pairing: Collin Blaise/Ying Fa Li, Ryan/Brendon
Word Count: 850
Time: thirty minutes or so
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Really random Harry Potter AU here. Prompted from all_unwritten's quote prompt. Collin and Cayden Blaise are both my original characters and Ying Fa Li is hopefulgenius's and she lets me borrow her sometimes. Brendon and Ryan are, uh. Property of each other, so. I don't own them either. Honestly, I don't even know why they made a cameo here.
Summary: "In June of 1692, nineteen men and women were hanged and one was pressed to death on felony charges."
"In June of 1692, nineteen men and women were hanged and one was pressed to death on felony charges. Now, when people think of the word 'felony' they usually think 'murder' or 'kidnapping' or 'grand theft auto,' in this case, 'grand theft horse-and-buggy', considering the time frame." Some of the students that gathered around the middle-aged woman laughed politely at her little joke. Ying Fa sniffed, crossing her arms.
"But these twenty men and women were not convicted of any of those things. Today, we take the words 'innocent until proven guilty' for granted. These people, these twenty criminals were guilty without one shred of evidence against them aside from the testimony of deranged teenage girls. These people who merely wanted to live their lives in peace and raise their families without losing five children to disease, were accused of witchcraft."
Ying Fa sighed and slipped to the back of the group, bored already by the woman's constant monotonous speaking voice. Brendon (dragging Ryan with him by the hand), scurried after her. He grinned, "Bored, my little witch hunter?"
"Terribly, my darling big mouth," she replied, quieter. "Could you maybe say it a little louder so the tour guide can stick me on a pedestal and call me crazy? Or maybe you could phone the press and get them to institutionalize me?"
Brendon held up his free hand defensively. "Hey, I'm just kidding. And you think too highly of me, darling. The press would never believe it. Maybe if Ryan said it." He smiled up at Ryan. "They'd believe this year's valedictorian of St. Michael's, I'm sure."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "It's not that big a deal, Bren."
"It's huge. Gigantic, even." Brendon's cheeks puffed a little. "You're a bloody freaking genius."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "I am not."
"But you are."
Ying Fa, not wanting to be a part of this conversation for the millionth time, slipped away as quickly as she could. She loved Brendon; he was her best friend. But she couldn't handle him when he and Ryan had 'but you are amazing' argument. It made her want to hang herself sometimes.
She cracked a smile as she glanced up at a display of old nooses. If she wanted to be hanged this would be the most ironic and convenient place for it.
"Penny for your thoughts, Ying Fa," a voice mumbled into her ear. She tried not to look like she'd jumped out of her skin, but. There's only so much you can do when you've already done it.
She set her mouth in a thin line, staring hard at the glass casing over the nooses until she could see her reflection. And his. Collin Blaise. "How about you keep your penny and I'll keep my thoughts?"
His reflection smiled at her. Damn it for being a beautiful smile. "Innocent request, Ying Fa. I don't plan on sicking my coven on you during this particular school trip, I swear."
She spun around to face him, eyes flashing. "Jump off a cliff, witch," she hissed at him, bristling.
He put his hands behind his back and Ying Fa immediately thought of the people killed in the trials as they were led to the gallows. Except that he wasn't innocent and she was going to shoot him, not hang him. "Hostility, Ying Fa, will get you nowhere." He rocked back on his heels. "Have you decided what you were going to do about me yet?"
"Shoot you," she spat, "shoot you and your coven and never think twice about killing your pathetic ass."
"Really," he looked over her head at the ropes, his mouth setting in something akin to quizzical mixed into cynical with a dash of amusement; it infuriated her and she didn't know why, "I thought we were past this, Ying Fa."
She squinted at him. "Past what?"
"Nothing, nothing," ugh, his voice could not be more infuriating, "just, hostility will get you much further than denial. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"Hm." He began walking to her left and she automatically turned with him and followed. After a minute or two of silence, his hand came up to a fifteenth century cross hanging on the wall and said, "What do you think they would've done to me if they knew?"
Ying Fa had an overwhelming urge to shove him away from the cross he was touching. She wasn't particularly religious or anything; it just seemed wrong. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to stop herself. "Hang you in a heartbeat."
"Perhaps." His long fingers stroked along the scarred wood. "I'd have admitted what I was and they would've hung me by my toes. So." He turned to Ying Fa and leaned toward her, smiling a little. "What are you going to do about me, Ying Fa?"
She couldn't stop, didn't want to, and she grabbed his collar, yanking him down. Their teeth clicked together with the viciousness of the kiss. "Kill you," she growled into his mouth, "I'm going to kill you, Collin Blaise. And I'll enjoy every minute of it."
Type: Original, Drabble, Slight AU Bandom
Pairing: Collin Blaise/Ying Fa Li, Ryan/Brendon
Word Count: 850
Time: thirty minutes or so
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Really random Harry Potter AU here. Prompted from all_unwritten's quote prompt. Collin and Cayden Blaise are both my original characters and Ying Fa Li is hopefulgenius's and she lets me borrow her sometimes. Brendon and Ryan are, uh. Property of each other, so. I don't own them either. Honestly, I don't even know why they made a cameo here.
Summary: "In June of 1692, nineteen men and women were hanged and one was pressed to death on felony charges."
"In June of 1692, nineteen men and women were hanged and one was pressed to death on felony charges. Now, when people think of the word 'felony' they usually think 'murder' or 'kidnapping' or 'grand theft auto,' in this case, 'grand theft horse-and-buggy', considering the time frame." Some of the students that gathered around the middle-aged woman laughed politely at her little joke. Ying Fa sniffed, crossing her arms.
"But these twenty men and women were not convicted of any of those things. Today, we take the words 'innocent until proven guilty' for granted. These people, these twenty criminals were guilty without one shred of evidence against them aside from the testimony of deranged teenage girls. These people who merely wanted to live their lives in peace and raise their families without losing five children to disease, were accused of witchcraft."
Ying Fa sighed and slipped to the back of the group, bored already by the woman's constant monotonous speaking voice. Brendon (dragging Ryan with him by the hand), scurried after her. He grinned, "Bored, my little witch hunter?"
"Terribly, my darling big mouth," she replied, quieter. "Could you maybe say it a little louder so the tour guide can stick me on a pedestal and call me crazy? Or maybe you could phone the press and get them to institutionalize me?"
Brendon held up his free hand defensively. "Hey, I'm just kidding. And you think too highly of me, darling. The press would never believe it. Maybe if Ryan said it." He smiled up at Ryan. "They'd believe this year's valedictorian of St. Michael's, I'm sure."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "It's not that big a deal, Bren."
"It's huge. Gigantic, even." Brendon's cheeks puffed a little. "You're a bloody freaking genius."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "I am not."
"But you are."
Ying Fa, not wanting to be a part of this conversation for the millionth time, slipped away as quickly as she could. She loved Brendon; he was her best friend. But she couldn't handle him when he and Ryan had 'but you are amazing' argument. It made her want to hang herself sometimes.
She cracked a smile as she glanced up at a display of old nooses. If she wanted to be hanged this would be the most ironic and convenient place for it.
"Penny for your thoughts, Ying Fa," a voice mumbled into her ear. She tried not to look like she'd jumped out of her skin, but. There's only so much you can do when you've already done it.
She set her mouth in a thin line, staring hard at the glass casing over the nooses until she could see her reflection. And his. Collin Blaise. "How about you keep your penny and I'll keep my thoughts?"
His reflection smiled at her. Damn it for being a beautiful smile. "Innocent request, Ying Fa. I don't plan on sicking my coven on you during this particular school trip, I swear."
She spun around to face him, eyes flashing. "Jump off a cliff, witch," she hissed at him, bristling.
He put his hands behind his back and Ying Fa immediately thought of the people killed in the trials as they were led to the gallows. Except that he wasn't innocent and she was going to shoot him, not hang him. "Hostility, Ying Fa, will get you nowhere." He rocked back on his heels. "Have you decided what you were going to do about me yet?"
"Shoot you," she spat, "shoot you and your coven and never think twice about killing your pathetic ass."
"Really," he looked over her head at the ropes, his mouth setting in something akin to quizzical mixed into cynical with a dash of amusement; it infuriated her and she didn't know why, "I thought we were past this, Ying Fa."
She squinted at him. "Past what?"
"Nothing, nothing," ugh, his voice could not be more infuriating, "just, hostility will get you much further than denial. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't."
"Hm." He began walking to her left and she automatically turned with him and followed. After a minute or two of silence, his hand came up to a fifteenth century cross hanging on the wall and said, "What do you think they would've done to me if they knew?"
Ying Fa had an overwhelming urge to shove him away from the cross he was touching. She wasn't particularly religious or anything; it just seemed wrong. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to stop herself. "Hang you in a heartbeat."
"Perhaps." His long fingers stroked along the scarred wood. "I'd have admitted what I was and they would've hung me by my toes. So." He turned to Ying Fa and leaned toward her, smiling a little. "What are you going to do about me, Ying Fa?"
She couldn't stop, didn't want to, and she grabbed his collar, yanking him down. Their teeth clicked together with the viciousness of the kiss. "Kill you," she growled into his mouth, "I'm going to kill you, Collin Blaise. And I'll enjoy every minute of it."