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 ||

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25

A fanfic where a noblewoman pretends to have multiple personalities in order to live publicly. Will she ever be able to be genuine with someone?? Gachiakuta x reader fanfic There may be yandere elements in the future.

ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ !| ɢᴀᴄʜɪᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ x ᴍᴜᴀʟᴀɴɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

this is my second fanfic I just decided this because I was thinking about making it for a while so yeah I got inspiration from another gachiakuta fanfic the name is [vibrant compassion] it's a really good fanfic Warning⚠️ their will be curssing some characters aged up or down angst

"WAIT NO I'M SORRY I GIVE UP I GIVE UP!!!" ☆࿐ཽ༵༆IN which, a kid with horrid anxiety isues joins the world of the Cleaners with nothing but a hat that quells their mind GN!CHILD!READER X PLATONIC!VAR.CHARACTERS ALL CHARACTERS IN GACHIAKUTA AND GACHIAKUTA ITSELF BELONG TO THE LOVELY KEI URANA!!!

❝𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠, 𝗠𝗬 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 - 𝗔 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠❞ ━━━━━ (𝗬/𝗡) Yoisaki always found comfort in the soft hum of her computer fan and the quiet glow of her screen. Music was her language, her heartbeat, her only way of understanding the world. Her life revolved around composing songs that could heal, comfort, and reach those who were hurting-because she knew that kind of pain too well. Her world was small, quiet, and safe-until one night, during a late call with Ena, Mafuyu, and Mizuki, something strange happened. After their call ended, her monitor flickered. A website she didn't recognize appeared-its name unreadable, its colors distorted. The cursor moved on its own, dancing across the screen as if something alive was watching her. She tried to turn it off. She tried to pull away. But before she could even blink- The screen pulled her in. Now trapped in a world of rust, ruin, and chaos, (Y/N) must navigate the harsh lands of Gachiakuta, where survival depends not on kindness, but on strength. Yet even in this broken world, her music refuses to fall silent. With her mysterious Vital Instrument, a harp that can heal, defend, and fight, (Y/N) becomes an unexpected light among the darkness. Haunted by her past and driven by her compassion, she'll learn that even the softest melody can echo louder than any scream. But in a place where beauty is punished and kindness is a weapon- Will her music save others... or destroy her instead?

═════════•°•⚠️•°•═════════ 𝑮𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. ┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ Waking in a land she has never seen, Y/n is thrust into a journey shaped by danger, uncertainty, and quiet wonder. Determined to return to her own world and to the children who depend on her she navigates unfamiliar territory with calculated grace. Along the way, she forms bonds she never intended to make. She never pauses to consider the effect she has on others, nor does she notice or care to notice the feelings that begin to take root in the hearts of those who cross her path. Unaware or simply indifferent to the emotions gathering around her, she continues forward, focused only on her goal... ┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ This version of Arlecchino!Reader This is a Fem!Reader story. I haven't played Genshin impact in a long time, so please forgive any mistakes. ═════════•°•⚠️•°•═════════