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Revisit, Revise by Tainaron
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
29 May 2025
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Learning that Mobei-Jun had a human spy in Cang Qiong Mountain Sect proved too much of a temptation for Luo Binghe, who was fresh from the Endless Abyss and had spent every day since being thrown away wondering about the man who sent him there.
When he visited An Ding in secret he expected to be told that his Shizun had forgotten him and moved on. He expected to discover new depths to the feeling of betrayal. He even expected to have to remove his traitorous Shishu from the equation if he posed a threat to Shizun.
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13 Mar 2026
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The shadows under Flins’ eyes speak louder than he ever will. Nights spent awake have left him worn thin, his body refusing the simple mercy of rest. He’s lived with it so long he almost believes this is all he deserves.
But the Grand Master thinks otherwise. If the Lightkeeper can’t find rest on his own, then he won’t let it stand.
Even the restless can find peace in the arms of someone they adore.
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11 Mar 2026
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"I don't like it," Flins murmured to the apha's skin.
"Hmm?"
"Not being able to smell you," he wanted to curl his fingers into a fist to overcome the sudden rush of embarrassment, but he didn't. Nonchalant in nature, he spoke like it was natural for him to disclose his feelings this easily. "I like your scent.”
"I know." A small purr rumbled in the alpha's chest, his hand on Flins's hair didn't stop combing it.
Did he, really? Was Flins that futile in his endeavor to sweep every emotion under the rug?
Flins didn't make any requests of him. He never tried to ask anything of him. He took whatever Varka gave him and learned to be content with it. And to be fair, Varka gave him everything.
Except for one thing.
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Flins is in love, and he wants that mating bite on his neck. But all he does is wonder if Varka feels the same about him as he touches the fae's skin in the most indecent way every time he comes back to him.
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05 Mar 2026
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“What’s on your mind this time?” he asks.
That Varka will go with the rising of the sun, that Flins is not canny enough to keep him. “The way your voice sounds right now.”
Varka rumbles with laughter. “My voice is it?” he asks, turning his head to press his lips to Flins’s ear. “And what, exactly, do you like about my voice?”
In the small hours before dawn, Varka attempts to trap Flins with a riddle he can't solve.
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05 Mar 2026
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“I did not expect to see you work as the Starshyna’s messenger boy,” Varka said with a relaxed, almost all-knowing smile. “What happened to Illuga?”
“Nothing,” Flins said. “The Starshyna you might try to steal him away from the Ratniki. It is more appropriate if I come instead.”
Varka had to find something funny in Flins’s half-truth, laughing first and then tapping his chin pensively. “Is he not afraid of me trying to steal you away? I’ll say, it seems like his judgment isn’t as sharp as he’d want it to be.”
Varka was a very touch-oriented person. Always clapping shoulders, patting backs, or holding onto his friends’ arms when he laughed too hard. Flins wanted to feel that for himself.
But when he had it, it felt shallow. He missed the lingering touches, their feet playing under the table, their hands gravitating towards one another. He wanted Varka to hold him and never let go.
It was a lot to ask because Varka did not belong to the graveyard or to Nod-Krai. He belonged to his family back in Mondstadt, whom he had never spoken to Flins about.
Because for the first time, it was Flins who was temporary—not the other way around.
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05 Mar 2026