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au where you and yukhei are childhood best friends pining after each other (10/?) 

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"it's sort of like we're dreaming. we can share dreams."

Written by: tamzinrose

He'd told himself not to get swept up by the media, not to get his hopes up. But it's real. He's going to the World Cup and playing for his country and it's all a bit overwhelming, to be honest. "I'm going to play in a World Cup," he says slowly, letting it really sink in.

World Cup AU where everyone plays for England, even Niall, and there's a liberal artistic licence in how far England can really go in the competition.

Written by carissima

ot5 (all the ships and your occasional threesome) + World Cup au + pwp

"Richard, you can't just do that to the girl, she's not consenting to anything and either have her parents," a voice hissed, the tone clearly indicating that an argument was going on. Kris could hear the voices, vaguely, but she wasn't processing anything that was being said. It was difficult enough just to stare up at the ceiling, the blinding lights of the operating table hazy as her vision faded in and out of darkness. She was going under again any second now, most likely, despite her fighting against it with everything that she had. 

"Look, Paul. This is the dozenth time this kid has been in here this past year. You know she's not going to make it if she keeps dealing with this, no one's that strong. This could be her saving grace and you said that's what we wanted," the other voice urged, a passion coming through with every word he spoke. Whatever it was they were arguing about, it sounded important, even if Kris wasn't sure what was going on. She was in too much pain to think about it, too far gone to really worry.

"Fine...you're right. If this fucks up that girl's life more than it already is, it's on you, though." With the conversation over, Kris recognized that there were two bodies standing over her now, holding a large syringe in front of her body. "This is going to help you Kris...you're going to use this wisely, I know you will. I think you'll find this will give you the power you've been craving all this time." And with that, the syringe was plunged into her chest and Kris felt a strange wave of heat throughout her body. After that, Kris didn't remember anything and when she woke again a few days later in her own bed, Kris had forgotten all about the strange experience. 

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Gripping onto the door frame with a tensed hand, Kris could hear the fighting from down the hall again. Her grandmother crying, her grandfather yelling, it was all too familiar. Already in the last week she'd had to step in and stop him before things got out of hand and she wasn't sure she could do it again. Glancing down at her wrist that was covered in bandages, Kris let out a soft sigh. She didn't want to have to do this again, not already, but she knew she'd do it if she had to. She always would, it was just part of who she was. If she had to sacrifice herself for the people she loved, she would do so with no qualms. 

With a hesitant step out into the hallway, the young girl walked down into the kitchen where her grandparents were going at it. It had already progressed to the point where she felt the urge to step in and fix it and she darted forward to put herself between the two. "Can you just not for a couple days? Please?" she begged, her voice tired, lacking the typical fiery passion that accompanied it. She was too exhausted for this, too worn down to really make a difference. Her grandfather brusquely pushed her away by the shoulder, forcing Kris to snap and grab onto his arm.

When she did, however, everything changed. In the moment she touched his arm, Kris felt something in her mind shift. Her vision blurred for a moment before she found herself staring herself in the face, seemingly from the eye's of her grandfather. It was as if somehow she had gone straight into his mind and had taken it over. Pulling away in surprise, Kris watched her own body get further away until the connection between them dropped. Just like that, Kris was in her own body again, in control of just herself. Her grandfather was staring blankly, dazed by what had happened, and with no recollection of the past few seconds.

It isn't really a jail cell they break him out of except where it is.

Isaac Lahey: arrested for driving an icicle through his father's heart and then running away from the crime scene. They can't prove it's him and they can't prove it isn't so he's in their holding cell, cradling his hands and wondering how he made water turn to ice.

Isaac also wonders how he managed to kill his father with that but it's secondary. No love lost there-- not really.

He snaps his fingers-- once, twice, again and again-- but nothing happens; not even snowflakes. Which really just confuses him-- makes him wonder if he's going crazy, if he just imagined the shot of water that comes from the air above his palms, freezing into a sharp point that he stabs through his father's heart. Is that even possible? That should be impossible. 

Maybe Isaac is crazy.

The thought is more reassuring than it should be.

And then there's a girl in the skintight suit walking through the wall and taking his hand and telling him to keep quiet and that-- that definitely cements Isaac's theory. It's quite nice being crazy what a wild imagination he has.

Maybe he imagined the abuse too.

But they're in the car and he's staring at the trio he's currently with, all wearing the skintight suits, all with an X on their chest and Isaac's a little dumbfounded.

"You're not my imagination are you?"

"Nope." His last syllable is almost mockingly popped. "Good theory though."

"Where are we going?"

"We're picking up someone else like you, Isaac." She has grey hair but doesn't look old at all.