Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, a man of power, and the most hated man in the cultivation world. He massacred his entire adoptive family, and died a miserable death. So how did he end up finding himself once again eating his Shijie's soup in the audience of his own past self?!
Edit: This fic is officially discontinued. I was only planning on an indefinite hiatus, but I really hate how I paced this fic, I hate no motivation to fix it, and it was written during my teenage angst phase so it's really cringey for me. I also no longer use Wattpad.
Apologies for anyone anticipating my return to this fic. I will not be back.
*All Characters belong to the Mo Xiang Tong Xiu, the author of Mo Dao Zu Shi*
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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