Power x Male Reader. Second part of "Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert." There was such thing as a dream? Or perhaps was he just reliving the enthralled memories of a broken mind? Was this feeling of solitude of his own, or had it just crept from deep beneath the feelings of something else? Her scent, the warmth of her blood, was the only thing keeping him sane. After all, there was something special in the way she made him feel.

random crossover AU that proves ✨happy✨endings exist ✌️

As the world and its citizens busy themselves with their daily lives, everything and everyone routinely preoccupied, an unknown enigma appears. Of course I'm talking about the fated meeting of The Control devil and The Strongest Sorcerer. The opposite sides of the same coin. An unexplained occurrence triggers a memory loss and a fabric that tore through space and time, putting our dearest friend in an otherworldly situation. Though may I ask, is she truly a friend? Or a foe? "𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨." . . . . "𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣-𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣." (UNDER. EDITING.)

"Wait, you mean she's a he?" "I have three words for you. Destroy. That. Woman." T̃w̃õ ỹẽãr̃s̃ l̃ẽf̃t̃ a͚n͚g͚e͚l͚d͚e͚v͚i͚l͚ x r͚e͚a͚d͚e͚r͚ Chainsawman, credits go back to the writer and owners of the pictures. ✺✺

Makima finds herself in a strange world after receiving the highest honor of being consumed by the Chainsaw Man. It was certainly a fascinating place that didn't contain Devils, Devil Hunters, or Fiends. Can this world change a twisted influence like her? Can it be untwined into something extraordinarily beautiful, or will she remain forever as she is? A Crossover Fanfiction between Chainsaw Man & My Hero Academia. I wanted to bring this story over to Wattpad as I've written it on two other fanfic sites.

Power X Male Reader. The flames poured into his soul, fusing themselves, grasping into the only thing that could give them comfort and warmth, dancing along the broken melody of a heartbeat. There was something in the way she made him feel. 1# in Chainsawman as of March Seventh 2023. Although I've been reading various fanfics, this is my first attempt at writing something. Also, as you can probably tell, English is not my first language, so I deeply apologize for any inconvenience this may cause when reading.

This story is full of erotic description. ENJOYYY

Long before the concept of humans. Long before the concept of devils. There lived primordial beings, beings of immense power. Fueled by the death and destruction of each other. Eventually, all perished after a bloody war. Billions of years later, a body of one of these beings was discovered by the American. One simple mistake caused a series of events that changed your life. Whether that for the better, or worse, that choice is up to you. Power × y/n reader Cover art by u/mercer47 on reddit All images used are not mine.

However ironic it might sound, you have been saved from death, by a demon. OF DEATH. Yes, this is a thing, you forged a contract with the most overpowered devil in existence, however, it seems you're not able to use it's power in full. The reason behind that, you don't know, but that might be able to explain why you had to be involved in such a great, bloody, visceral mess.

[Male Reader x One Piece] "Alright, [Y/N] dear, you have a busy day ahead tomorrow, and you mustn't forget to sleep. How will you be able to pick up your sword and defend the kingdom without any energy?" An older woman with dazzling golden blonde hair cooed her only child, her bright eyes filled with hope for the man he would become, for the future they had been building for him, one devoid of all the chaos and violence that embroiled the world around them. He would inherit an entire kingdom, and they wanted to give their little prince all the support that he would need while they were still around... "Can't you tell me one more story, mother? I just can't sleep!" The small boy cried, looking up at his mother. Never had she been able to say no to that face, the eyes he made. "Oh, alright..." Her voice sounded tired but she always treasured the time they spent together. "Fine, what do you wish to read tonight then? Brag Men, perhaps? Or maybe you would like to hear Liar Noland once more, hmm?" However, none of those were the books that he wanted. Rather, there was one book in particular that young [Y/N] had been dying to hear her read again, as she did most nights. His mother rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course, how could I have been so silly..." And, from the bookshelf, she carefully plucked out an old tome, with clear signs of overuse from the text's damaged spine. He jumped back into bed, ready to hear his favourite story once more. It wasn't necessarily literature that a child should've enjoyed so much, and yet, nothing else compared... "Let's get started then, for the one-hundredth time, my dear, The King in Yellow."