Practical Mythology
After the Wen Qing time travel fic, I spent some time trying to decide whether I believed Wei Wuxian was actually capable of doing time travel without causing more problems than he solved. I decided maybe! ...But only by accident.
Listen, he tries.
Summary: The Yiling Patriarch is a living legend—a terrifying, ancient force of nature, dispensing punishment or reward with implacable, indifferent fairness.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is a weird but oddly charming guy who wanders around the cultivation world making fun of people’s art and mooching food from sect leaders.
It really upsets people to find out that they’re the same person.
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Necromancer Nolan Holloway AU
"How many deaths have you died to be so strong?
How many times have you screamed to be so silent?"
Trigger Warning: angts, death, seizure, blood
in order to become a "master of death", you must get a taste of if before...
The nightmares got worse, and the lack of sleep was definitely affecting his performance at school, he survived purely on caffeine lately.
Nolan was just leaving chemistry class when it happened.
There was a lot of people on the hallway, a lot of dead people.
Edgar, Tiang, Janney, Brett... Gabe.
These were the few he knew.
They were all just standing, looking bloody and maimed.
Gabe had all his bullet's holes oozing blood and Brett was drooling a black goo.
It was like a horror movie.
Nolan's heart hammered in his chest, he was stuck on his feet, just staring at them.
Then, it all happened really fast, a blinding pain in his head, aching like it was about to blow, the nauseous feeling in his stomach, the rapid fluttering of heart in his chest, his lungs burned, the sudden taste of blood on his mouth...
"Dude, are you okay?" Mason asked.
Nolan collapsed.
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Corey and Mason watched as Nolan fell to the ground fast, as if someone had cut his strings, there wasn't even time for them to react, he was already at the ground.
It took Mason a few seconds, but Corey already was at Nolan's side.
"Nolan, what... What the hell?!"
Nolan's chest jerked away from the ground, his mouth open in a silent scream and his eyes open, fogged, like a cloud was stuck inside his eyes.
Just as fast as it started, he went completely still.
"Someone call an ambulance!" Mason screamed at the students gathering along the scene.
"Mason, he has no heartbeat." Corey said almost in a whisper. "I can hear nothing!"
"Oh my God, okay, okay..." Mason prepared his hands, trying to remember everything from his heath class, he was about to start a very clumsy CPR, when Nolan took a big breath, chest jerking away from the floor again, almost instantly his body started convulsing.
"We need to start counting!" A girl said in the growing crowd.
"On it!" Another boy said, looking nervous from the clock to Nolan's form, seizuring on the floor.
Corey and Mason did their best through the first minute that the seizure lasted, holding Nolan on his side, covering him with a coat donated by someone when he lost control of his bladder.
He just stopped, breathing heavily, then another seizure followed.
The bell rang, and there were and even more people joining the crowd.
"What happened?"
"Have you all called an ambulance already?"
"Oh my God, there's blood coming out of his mouth!"
"Is he dying?"
"Is he possessed?"
"OKAY EVERYONE, GET OUT, FOLLOW TO YOUR NEXT CLASSES, I DON'T WANT TO SEE A SOUL AROUND!" Coach screamed, and people instantly started vanishing.
"Oh, shit!" Liam joined them quickly "He smells awful."
Nolan had just calmed, laying lifeless on the floor, blood coming out from the corner of his mouth.
"He must've bit this tongue... But at least his heart is beating." Corey said, relieved. "Do you think we can move him?"
"No, keep him there." Coach instructed. "Ambulance in on it's way."
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