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“What are you playing at, Viktor? And why do you look so damn old, huh? And… How is your hair long again?”
The boy speaks in English, voice heavily accented and spitting out the words one by one.
“Who… What did you do to my—— our son?”
It is not Viktor who answers, but Yuuri standing behind him. His tone is quiet, but borderline aggressive, and completely ignores the stranger’s questions.
“Hah? What do you mean, Katsuki? Hit your head on something recently? As far as I know, you guys don't have a son and unless you did it overnight, you're not married either.”
“I—— What? Do I know you?”
“Oh my god,” The boy throws his hands up in the air in exasperation, “You really have gotten amnesia. I'm Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky. Does that ring any bells? You know, his—”
He points wildly at Viktor.
“—student?”
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Yuri is stuck in a parallel universe where he's supposed to be six years old and the son of Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki.
Needless to say, he is not pleased.
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you only hear the music (when your heart begins to break) by undeadpsycho13 for citrussine
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
08 May 2017
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He passes portrait after portrait, some posters, some paintings, each and every one of them framed. He doesn’t bother to look at any of them.
(But that’s only because he’s seen them so many times that he knows the one to his right is one of Viktor when he was sixteen, tossing his head back in laughter, long tresses thrown back in a mane of glory, winning his first Grand Prix Final, and the one to his left is a portrait of none other than himself, dolled up in one of his costumes and posing, reluctantly for the painter.)
(He knows that day he had been especially murderous and glared furiously at the painter, but she had just changed up his face into a bright smile, so that it looked nothing like him.)
(Like a fraud. Like a fake. Like a joke.)
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you're just a sad song (with nothing to say) by undeadpsycho13 for citrussine
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
08 May 2017
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It was sunny the day Otabek Altin died.
It shouldn’t have been.
There should have been a hailstorm for a blizzard or even just a light drizzle to reflect the mood of the situation, but no, it had to be sunny.
It was a car accident, he was just driving to the skating rink for his daily practice, the bus hit him while rounding a corner, and that was it. No more Otabek Altin. No more of the renowned figure skater, no more of The Hero of Kazakhstan.
And here’s the tragic part. His wedding was planned to take place in two weeks, in the very rink that he was supposed to make a trip to when the accident occurred.
But he’s dead now. No more wedding, no more skating, no more smiles and “davai”s and thumbs-up.
His fiancée is heartbroken.
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Found in the Throes of Lunacy by undeadpsycho13 for bloodywarrior666
Fandoms: Endgame Series - James Frey & Nils Johnson-Shelton
16 Mar 2017
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The Nabatean is too soft, too annoying, too honourable. Does he have to wake him up? Would it not be easier to put him to eternal slumber?
But no, Maccabee gave him his hand, and Baitsakhan feels indebted to that, ridiculous, suit-wearing boy. Baitsakhan cannot be indebted to anyone, dead or alive.
If he’s dead, how will Baitsakhan pay him back?
And maybe –– just maybe –– Baitsakhan is starting to warm up to Maccabee, though he would not admit it.
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Eyes of the Remembered by undeadpsycho13
Fandoms: Endgame Series - James Frey & Nils Johnson-Shelton
21 Jan 2017
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“Who are you?”
There's curiosity in the voice, curiosity and fear and hatred. The hand on the gun still does not waver. Aisling speaks slowly, in a low voice, a calming voice,
“I am a tourist, a photographer, I got lost and now I'm here.”
A nervous laugh escaped.
“That's a load of bull, there's no point in lying little Player. The question is what line. Minoan, perhaps? Or La Tene? Maybe Nabatean?”
Same voice, but with humour lighting it softly. To her incredulity, Aisling’s first thought was an indignant, little Player? What do you mean little Player? I'm not little! Not getting her priorities straight here.
How did this girl know she was a Player? How did she know what a Player was even? How did she know about Endgame? But Aisling was in no place to ask questions, so she kept her mouth shut. The girl tightened the trigger another 0.09 centimetres,
“Answer the question!”
Gulping, Aisling muttered,
“La Tene.”
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Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.
(Alternative Universe, far-flung future sci-fi/fantasy. There are elements from the anime that exist here, albeit in very different forms; Gundam mechas, Zero, and lovely G-boys for instance. They are perhaps a universal constant we are not yet aware of.)
This fic was originally started over a decade ago. It has been heavily rewritten and is now finished.
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全文分为五大篇章
第一部分（回都篇）：章回1-10
第二部分（追亡篇）：章回11-20
第三部分（证道篇）：章回21-36
第四部分（战场篇）：章回37-62
第五部分（收尾篇）：章回63-未知 -
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-古代非玄幻设定
-含前传三章，正文七章已完结
-很多虚构很多OOC，见谅
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02 Oct 2025
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有番外！但还没更完。。。去lof看https://www.lofter.com/front/blog/collection/share?collectionId=19291499&incantation=hjECrWWYFj8S
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“You have never danced before?”
“No one ever taught me how.”
No one ever wanted me.
Lee looks at him, his eyes iridescent under the constellations arcing across the desert sky. He holds out one hand, scarred, unbandaged, unafraid. “I will teach you,” he says, “if you will let me.”
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31 Mar 2025
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