cas is bleeding fanfic

Most people who die and get reincarnated into the world of Bleach want to be a prodigy Shinigami, an Espada, or a broken Quincy. Me? I woke up as a sword. Specifically, I woke up as Tensa Zangetsu—the physical, teenage manifestation of Ichigo Kurosaki’s Bankai. I came fully equipped with a jagged black trench coat, a permanently depressed expression, glowing blue eyes, and enough latent spiritual pressure to give the Captain-Commander a stroke. Living inside Ichigo’s inner world is a nightmare. It rains constantly because the kid has zero emotional regulation, he swings his blade with all the grace of a toddler holding a crowbar, and I have to share rent with a psychotic albino who laughs too loud. So, when Ichigo is on the verge of being bifurcated by Zaraki Kenpachi in the middle of the Seireitei, I decide to break every fundamental rule of Zanpakuto lore and physically step out to block the strike myself. Not because of the power of friendship. But because the screaming was giving me a migraine, and I realized stepping out of the sword to effortlessly one-shot a Captain was the ultimate way to farm god-tier aura. Now, I'm out in the real world, and I absolutely refuse to go back inside. I refuse to explain who I am because staying silent is way edgier. Ichigo is being gaslit into thinking my appearance is his fault. Yoruichi is terrified of my bottomless Reiatsu. Byakuya’s philosophical monologues are being violently interrupted by my nonsensical, cryptic one-liners. And Sosuke Aizen is about to find out that his century-in-the-making keikaku means absolutely nothing against a bored, hyper-depressed teenager who uses 0.00000000000000001% of his power just to keep the dust off his boots. The sky is black, the rain is annoying, and everyone in this afterlife is an idiot. I am Tensa Zangetsu, and I have an aesthetic to maintain.

He did not want to go back, he really didn’t want to. But the more he tried to shake the thought out of his head, the letter will always reappear, crawling from the depths of the back of his mind. He remembered this was his cycle, day in and day out and throughout the sleepless nights. Till finally a week passes, he caves, and he took another look at the letter… “Everyone thinks the staff disappeared ten years ago…” “We’re still here…” “FIND THE FLOWER.” Now, standing before factory’s closed doors, he makes a silent prayer before entering. Unaware of the monsters waiting for him. ———————————— This is an AU story, but what if you were a bit more kinder to the monsters than the game allows you.

In a galaxy far, far away... A world filled with struggle between the good the bad. The Empire The Republic. In this mess of a world, a soul crossed the barrier between worlds, the division of worlds into this opera of space. The calling of Force. These ancient times without the Jedi order and the Sith, what is the future of this galaxy. Will it follow the established timeline where darkness corrupts Anakin, leaving Padma to bear the weight of his fall. Or the times when Ben Solo sacrifices himself to stop the nonsensical resurrection of Emperor Palpatine. Anyhow, the world will never be the same, now that this new soul, changes the timeline. Read as new soul changes the lives of our beloved characters before they are even born. Note: This is a heavily modified Au that doesn't follow any established timeline, it just follows the established settings or rules of Starwars franchise. Support me in patreon for 5 chapters weekly: https://patreon.com/_theRonin666 And the link to a wonderful discord server that I grew to like a little in my stay there: https://discord.com/channels/1511144508987805938

The bleeding tree is a story where a tree bleeds and it's known as the eternal tree.... The blood which comes from the trees are much powerful that no one can express..... If someone drinks the blood,they will know the power of it.... And someone does...... What will happen?????

War has already taken everything gentle out of Westeros. Now the dead are being counted in more ways than one. Sansa Stark is trapped in a game growing darker by the day, surrounded by lions, whispers, and men who mistake survival for cruelty. Somewhere in the Riverlands, broken knights and haunted girls are still trying to remember what mercy looks like before winter swallows it whole. Want to read advance chapters? You can support me on Patreon to get early access and advance chapters: PATREON : https://www.patreon.com/c/FairyFiction. If you'd like to read ahead, feel free to visit the page.

credit for cover image to KronKilton on Tumblr kaida Shirohara returns to her homecity after her parents had a bad split. On her last year of highschool she struggles to find her place in the world as she is painted as "That kid" after a series of accidents. Releasing her pent up anger she destroys a mirror (among other things) and discovers the parallel world and discovers the power of Persona. dropped. Maybe I'll continue it.

A young boy is forced into life on the streets when everything he loves is taken away by an incident, curated to shape and control one’s own trauma. As a street kid he learns what it means to survive in Night City as a Solo. Luckily, Sixth Street, a local gang and security detail for certain districts of the city took him in. Offering him the skills to survive. And then some. Years go by when it begins to feel like he will never find the truth about the destruction of his home. Thats when the recruiter calls. Hinting to have knowledge about his past. And wishes to meet with Mugen Inuzama. Who by now, is a decently respected cyberpunk in Night City. Making his way up the ladder. Thats when Mugen decides to form a crew in order to hunt for the truth on his own terms. Cascade. Continuity. Behavior modeling. Asset Indigo. These were just a few corporate words that would come to mean more than he could ever imagine. This story is a combination of influences from a dnd campaign for cyberpunk red, some chooms and I ran. And creative writing by myself.

A story based in Douluo Dalu, after the fall of the Spirit Empire. Shylock Menelaus, formerly part of the Spirit Empire, is sent to Shrek Academy. He was born with a basket spirit and an innate ability to change it into any kind of basket he touches. That, along with his quirky personality and abilities, makes him stand out among his classmates - and not necessarily in a good way. I just wanted to write about a character like this in this setting, because I love the universe of Douluo Dalu. There won't be too much in the way of interaction with the known characters of the story, sorry. Warning for those who are sensitive: Cross-dresser I am not a cross-dresser myself, so I apologize in advance if I cause offense, or include misinformation. Feel free to correct me in the comments. No haters, please.

Steve Rogers is happily engaged planning to start a new life in the modern world. Tony Stark has a huge secret,one that could change his and Steve's lives forever. Will they learn to cope with the changes?Will Steve's new relationship ruin everything? WARNING:Contains mpreg,explict language and quite possibly graphic description of voilence and/or sexual interaction.If you don't like that then don't read it.You have been warn.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"