🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍 🂹 You've been dropped down to the ground to these strange people and away from your light Mad⭐︎ka Oh Madoka where are you? you have to get back up to find her no matter WHAT the costs are 🂺 🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍 This is a Gachiakuta xHomura!fem!reader fanfic Gachiakuta is not my creation and all rights are reserved to Kei Uranu

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐭? [ 𝐆𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] Right when you think life had hit you with enough pain, now it just decided throwing you was an option. In a world that keeps on moving, not letting you take a breather, you're expected to keep up, even if you're tired. even if you're on the brink of just dying in the middle of the road. You have to keep moving. Your time's not up yet. Especially when you live in a dystopian society with Trash Beasts roaming outside safe walls. Being humanity's janitor means you gotta clean up whatever mess someone else leaves. No matter how much you wished you could just mop the floor using their face. ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ - 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮! - [𝐘/𝐍] 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐳. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫' 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞! - 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫..! ((For obvious reasons: The manga/anime of Gachiakuta belongs to Kei Urana. I am simply a fanfiction writer born from the enjoyment of reading their amazing story))

"Why are you doing this...?" "Because you're mine. Isn't that obvious?" Y/N joins the Cleaners after getting sentenced down to the ground as a death punishment. She was a quiet but unshakable presence-her voice alone turning conviction into something almost dangerous. She believes in justice, helps the weak, and refuses to bend... even as the world around her starts to break in strange ways. Because the moment she arrives, people begin to change. Attachments form too fast. Eyes linger too long. Admiration turns into something heavier-something clingy, possessive, obsessive. Especially from those who've never had anyone to stay. And Y/N, for the first time, starts to feel like she's being pulled into something she can't control.

ᯓ★ 𝗚𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔 ━ ❝𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.❞ You were never one to reach out to others or to blur the boundaries between your personal and work life. For years, you've balanced both lifestyles while also keeping another identity a secret-being a (somewhat) famous novelist. Your words captured the hearts of your readers, but exhaustion became inevitable and so your journal and pen became a tombstone for the death of your creativity and past self. It was only natural that you quietly withdrew from the Cleaners and everyone else without hesitation. Once anxiety became the perpetrator of your own demise, your luck had ran out and you were evicted from your shitty apartment. But what was viewed as bad luck could be seen as new opportunities in different perspectives, and returning to the Cleaners was your only way to get your life back together. Or so you'd hoped. Maybe some fates were just destined to never have their happy endings after all, right? 𝗴𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 ∶ a lanternoid universe ✧ ೃ༄ suicidal fem!reader • third pov • angst ✜ 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗! ✦　｜started ∷ 01 Jan 2026 ✦　｜ended ∷ dd/mm/yyyy © dream lantern is created by lanternoid © gachiakuta is created by kei urana following the anime but there'll be some spoilers ig can't really avoid a canon event from happening yk (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

You and Jabber were an odd pair. He expiriment on you till you met your doom and you let him because you asked. But what happens when his hands grew hesitant for the needle to pierse your skin? CW: Suicidal reader, use of toxins (gore), gore (All art belongs to me)

orphic: (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding. IN WHICH- You weren't supposed to follow him. Orphic beings weren't meant to love. You were only supposed to guard him, guide him, and protect him while he lived on the Sphere. Never grow attached. That's what you've always been told. Yet as you watched Rudo fall, disappearing beyond the edge of the Sphere, into the darkness of a world you knew better than he ever could, becoming smaller and smaller until he vanished into the dark clouds below, all you could think about was how terrified he must be. The thought alone was enough to make you break every rule you've ever known. So, you abandoned the heavens and followed. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was foolish. But you had spent years at his side, watching him grow, watching him laugh, watching him stubbornly throw himself into trouble again and again, and somewhere along the way, he had become something more than just your ward.

You were born on the rich side, where dirt is a rumor and blood never stains long enough to matter. Your hands stayed clean-not because you were careful, but because the world was. Well your side at least. Jewels weighed your wrists. Safety wrapped your throat like silk. Freedom was handed to you so often it stopped feeling special. You smiled easily. Spoke to anyone. Asked questions people laughed off instead of answering. But the Slums were different. They weren't ugly to you-just unfinished. Like a sentence cut off mid-thought. If we're all human, why is there a gate?

❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧❞ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌' 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖲𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 Sphere. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌. ⦾ 𝖦𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 ⦾ 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾

MORAL SUPPORT || Yandere! Gachiakuta x Isekai! F! Reader WHEREIN you found yourself stuck in the world of Gachiakuta with absolutely no clue of what's going on and a super irritating System that won't shut up about maxing out some "love meters"-because apparently, that's the only way to recover your lost memories and return to your original world. || I do not own any media used in this story unless stated otherwise. Gachiakuta is owned by Kei Urana. I only own the plot and the story itself. Do not attempt to copy or steal it. Slow updates (no schedule). Lots of grammatical errors. ©2025 hckzee & ijustwantsome_bananamilk ||