Parcasious

To be a light in the dark. A man lacking in faith dies in a society where religion has fallen to Atheism, and is reborn in a dark fantasy where a mysterious dark fog threatens all. . . . For a mark of a cross ordains his hand, he is an Apostle to a God unknown to this world. (Original title was 'The Apostate,' but the name was taken already) Author’s Note: It could have worked for any religion or a made up religion, but I know Christianity better so it centers around it. The story about an apostle in a dark fantasy was something on my mind for a while.

One's fate is not decided by chance, but by choice. A hero will rise from the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo. (A story about Shirou becoming a Vasto Lorde) Well, after finding out that this story was already getting published here by another user, I decided to just make an account and just publish it all. Fanfiction has earlier posts Side note, I have no idea how to format properly on this website. I couldn't find an Italics button or bold button, so if anyone knows, please send a message! P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious I do not own Fate or Bleach. -Parcasious

A certain technician is invited as a member of Chaldea's staff until a chance discovery changes everything and lands him into an ordeal with the fate of Humanity itself at risk. P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious

A tale of meetings and reunion, and the headaches along the way. The goal was never so straight forward. Clear the dungeon. Or it should have been. Zelretch, you bastard. P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious

An unlikely Master summons a Servant beyond the present world's understanding, starting a series of events that would become the basis of a legend. (A Crossover between Fate and Campione, Disclaimer: I don't own either) P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious

Guardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. An RWBY X Fate Stay Night Crossover P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious

Death and corruption. A rotting Empire, and a man who would sit at the heart of a revolution. In a dark world of constant death and deceit, what place will a man whose only wish was to save others be able to carve out for himself? A Fate Stay Night X Akame Ga Kill fic. (I don't own either) P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious

He was an anomaly not meant to be in this world, yet fate would deem otherwise. After all, the fate of the world just may hang in the balance. -A Fate Stay Night crossover with DxD. Shirou enters the DxD World -Faster updates on Fanfiction I do not own Fate or H DXD P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious Side note, I have no idea how to format properly on this website. I couldn't find an Italics button or bold button, so if anyone knows, please send a message!

He was a hopeless man, a man who would amount to a little more than a fool. Yet this man pursued an endless dream, a dream in which he could hold her again... (A Shirou medieval Britain Fic-beginning before Saber drew Caliburn) P a treon. com (slash) Parcasious -I do not own Fate

The Lonely Peak was a relatively famous game series. It depicted the warring clans of the Barbarian Lands in the West, and the sophisticated societies of its neighboring kingdoms. To the East lay the Empire of Magic where wizened old men and women in luxurious robes flaunted their vast array of arcane knowledge. To the North lay the United Conglomerates of the Ancient Ones, they who guard and cling to the glories of the past. Finally, to the South, there existed only an aged nexus in which all the inhabitants were filled with immortals known as ‘Players’ in their own tongue. This was the starting location of the game, the Lonely Peak, with the standard trope of rising above the rest and leading the world of Alden against its future calamity. At one time, everything was just fun and games, but everything changed from the moment Levi Hartman died in the real world and found himself born as the son of an unassuming Tribal Chief in the Barbarian Lands twenty years before the start of the main story. Knowing what was to come, only a single choice was left. Die, or avert the tragedy that had yet to come. -Patreon.com/Parcasious