❛❛ as long as i'm here, you'll be safe. ❜❜ ℘　𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 , the ground was always your kingdom. your place, you grew up from the ground. you always made sure everyone knew that. you were still at the start of your journey, but once a boy that was from the sphere came from the ground, that was journey finally started. and even better - your knights came along! ℘ GACHIAKUTA | © kei urana ℘ PULCHRITUDINOUS | © artsyirkx

[ YAN! Gachiakuta ] [ ANGST ] 𓏲ּ𝄢 "I don't want to live anymore." 𓏲ּ𝄢 M!Reader x Yan! Gachiakuta 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. Ever since they almost lost a best member of the cleaner in the HQ, they always bother (Y/N), calling him through the choker, and if he didn't respond? they will find him no matter where he is. They won't make the same mistake again Little do they know This behavior cause something to grow inside of them

You've always had this need to understand. So what happens when you move into this small town and there's no explanation for its...strangeness.

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢. ℑ 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 "𝔶𝔢𝔰" 𝔬𝔯 "𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔣" 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰. ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔡𝔬𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔰 "𝔫𝔬." - This may be a (character)! Reader book. But yn's character wouldn't base solely around them. 'yn' would be shaped by their own experiences that contribute to its development and identity. Criticism is a natural part of anything, but it's vital to approach it with an open mind and respect for the my effort and intention. If 'yn' doesn't align with your expectations or preferences, you are entitled to your opinion. However, constructive feedback is more beneficial than outright dismissal. If you find 'yn' unsatisfactory, you are free to move on to other stories that better meet your tastes. - Be sure to check my Tumblr for extras! - Published: June 07, 2024 Status: on-going

"Do you regret it? Jumping after the kid?" "Nah. People treat him like he's worse than garbage, but he has a lot more to offer." A small, light, chuckle escaped her lips. Enjin looked at her, confused, with a brow raised. Cruz's gaze lingered at the sky, smile never fading. "If one man's trash is another man's treasure, then, I must've hit the jackpot." [Disclaimer: I only own Cruz and her plot.]

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 ||

-𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥- [ Gachiakuta x Isekai! Reader ] Being transported into a different world was the last thing you expected to happen but, being transported into a world you know absolutely nothing about is definitely worse. Sure, it has its perks but, typically people being transported into an alternate reality have memories of their past life or have somehow died in their prior life. You, however, don't fall into either of those categories because you don't have any memories other than a couple of minor details about your life and you don't recall dying before finding yourself in this world. Your goal? To continue leveling up, learning new skills and upgrading them, and to survive. Pretty simple unless you count the people you begin (unintentionally) attracting that makes everything, mostly surviving, much, much harder than it already is. !Gachiakuta does not belong to me, it belongs to Kei Urana! [ Hopefully will be updated weekly or sooner, it will depend ]

ODD ONE OUT || Yandere! Gachiakuta x Kobeni! Reader As the black sheep of your family, you really didn't have a choice in becoming a Cleaner when the second option was turning into a prostitute. But hey, at least you were now employed, with a steady source of income, and safe from whatever dangers were on the Ground... right? || I do not own any media used in this story unless stated otherwise. Gachiakuta is owned by Kei Urana and Kobeni Higashiyama is owned by Tatsuki Fujimoto. 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 ||

━━ * 𝗕𝗢𝗢 !! ┆ 𝘺𝘢𝘯! Gachiakuta . ┆ 𝘅 𝘧𝘦𝘮! reader . ╰┈➤ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, A criminal joins the cleaners . What could possibly go wrr rrɹ𝗿𝗿𝗿𝗿r o ong ? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 永遠 ⚊ 𝗦𝗛𝗘 waited beneath the fading stars, holding 𝗛𝗜𝗦 memory for 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺* , as if time itself had bent to her longing . (/□＼*) !! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ *" 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 " ━━━ (o'罒'o) - is time st𝗿etched thin , eternity 𝘄ith a heartbeat mor𝗲 . It's the promise of never leaving , even when forever should've e𝗻ded . A love so stubborn , it stays p𝗮𝘀t the end , ling𝗲ring in 𝘁he silence that follows time 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 . ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 :: BANBANAN . 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗞𝗔 :: 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?