❝ IF YOU'RE GONNA CALL ME A BITCH...MAKE SURE YOU DO IT WHILE CHOKING ME. ❞ __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ In Which a Gothic Raider tortures a Cleaner with a praise Kink who wants nothing more than for her to drop dead, only making her want him more. __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ BABY DOLL夢精 ENEMIES TO LOVERS ▞▞▞▞▞, Comedy, Angst, Slow Burn, for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞Please don't forget to Comment, Vote & Enjoy! ▞▞▞▞▞PUBLISHED• Sep/23/25 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•??\???\??

[📧] → @CAPTAIN, a tale of a woman long left in the junkyard of society before they even knew her name- a woman who clawed herself from the ruin, the filth of trash- and her name is... "Y/N" ★ various!gachiakuta characters x reader #rankings .ᐟ #19 IN BADGIRL #5 captain #3 in trash #1 in trash © bigmomma_pi

In a world where loyalty can be twisted and trust is a weapon, Y/N must navigate a deadly game of control and manipulation. By her side is Tamsey Caines-mysterious, lethal, and fiercely protective-whose secrets are as dangerous as Amo's power. As illusions shatter and enemies lurk in every shadow, Y/N discovers the strength to fight back... and the peril of falling for the one person she can't fully trust.

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴ [ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ɢᴀᴄʜɪᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀ x ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇɪᴛᴇ! ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] (ON HOLD!) (WATTPAD REPORTED ME!) 🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️⋆˚࿔ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🕯️🦢🩰🪞🎀 ✎ᝰ.🅲🅾🅽🆃🅰🅸🅽🆂 🅰🅳🆄🅻🆃 🆃🅷🅴🅼🅴🆂! 🆁🅴🅰🅳 🆃🅷🅸🆂 🅰🆃 🆈🅾🆄🆁 🅾🆆🅽 🆁🅸🆂🅺 🅰🅽🅳 🅱🅴🅷🅰🆅🅴 🅼🅰🆃🆄🆁🅴🅻🆈! M4nga Sp0il3rs, A𝗀3 𝖦4𝗉, 𝖢𝗎𝗋5e 𝖶0𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖱4𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲e𝗑1𝗌𝗆, S𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. ୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⋄ 𓍯 ﾒ૦ﾒ૦💋 ────୨ৎ──── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʙʏ ɢᴏᴅ" ────୨ৎ──── ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ, ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴜᴅᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ! ࿐ྂ

"You know, sweetheart, for someone who claims to love the silence, your soul makes a hell of a lot of noise whenever I'm around...kinda wanna make you scream" In a world of falling gods and rising rot, the Abyss's most chaotic Cleaner finally meets the one thing he can't sweep away: a Ronin with a wooden soul.

A story where the reader is based off Arlecchino. she's in team child at the cleaners ofc, but often has mission with team akuta. Enjin will be the main love interest.

࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ "I try to make the most of it..." ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹------- Living where nothing but filth and muck every where you turn. People scraping for a living and a purpose. Though only the people who live "dumb" areas where all the wealthy people from cloud city throw the trash. Having the privilege that is to be careless. Through some do make the most of it even through piles of trash. Even finding small trinkets as it all she can remember. Akira (aka you) all she could remember was a music box in her hands. Her shelter of music that guided her through the thick air. Left abandoned with just her name and her music box. ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ ‧₊ ♪˚⊹------- {Notes From The Author} Hiii guy! Just to clear some things out I'm not using the phrase y/n because it just ruins the vibe when I'm writing. Sorry in advance! O~O Also this for fun and i just want to create a safe community where we just laugh and enjoy stories. I'll try make this story as creative for all people can enjoy to also be part the story. But I also will share some ideas as I also try to get the reader to understand which way I'm taking the story. Btw! Feel free to leave some thoughts or comments as I like to listen. Literally it can be random stuff! ^o< Further more⚠️⚠️⚠️ {WARRING} ⚠️⚠️⚠️ the story will contain some bad language. But also some verbal abuse and little physical abuse for flashbacks BUT I'll put tigger warnings for pages so you can skip DW I GOT U! As for 18+ stuff I'll keep it minimal but enough for giggles! 🤭

'✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞! 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ In which, a woman with a secret wide view of 'beauty', her own deep secrets, and too much interest in letting the dead close their chapter respectfully, joins the Cleaners. After all, how could she deny herself the delight of learning about so many interesting individuals gathered in one place? Of course, she might have also attracted a few eyes on herself along the way. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 - Major Manga Spoilers ahead - Morally grey! Reader - Slow or inconsistent updates (First time properly writing; English isn't my first language) - Self-indulgent fic, I've written this with a set character in mind so might not be as inclusive (though I'll try my best) If that's all okay with you, then I hope you enjoy your time here! -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ [Gachiakuta Anime&Manga and all it's characters belong to Kei Urana]

The Ground knows her only as the Crimson Butterfly. A shadow in motion. A whisper of wings. An assassin whose presence means death has already been decided. Lendale Hano was not born to the Ground. She was cast into it. Sold to preserve a noble family's name, she was claimed by the Raiders' leader and raised into a living weapon. Every order she follows tightens the chain. Every life she takes secures the system that owns her. Leaving is a thought she buries deep because escape would cost more than her own blood. Then she is sent to kill an enemy who doesn't recoil when the butterflies appear. He meets her blades with laughter, desire, and recognition. Like he's been waiting for her. In the chaos of battle, he sees what no one else ever has: not the myth, not the monster, but the woman trapped inside the wings. To him, she is everything he never knew he was searching for. As violence escalates and control begins to crack, Lendale is forced to confront the truth she's avoided her entire life: freedom isn't taken. It's chosen. And choosing it means turning her blade on the world that raised her. The Crimson Butterfly was made to kill. She was never meant to want. And she was never meant to fall in love with the man she was ordered to destroy.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 // 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 ᯓ✦ 𝓖𝓐𝓒𝓗𝓘𝓐𝓚𝓤𝓣𝓐 An ex-raider leaves her position for a one-night stand to join the cleaners. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⡀⡀⡀⢀⢀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⡤⢤⠤⢤⡤⡄⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣆⡔⣿⡿⡟⣷⣟⣯⣿⣿⣷⣆⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣖⣟⣯⠭⡿⡿⡿⣿⡣⠯⣏⣄⠀ ⠀⢀⣼⡧⢿⡯⠇⠡⠩⠑⠘⠉⠣⡿⣿⣷⣔⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣯⢛⠩⠂⠁⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠣⣮⣇⡂ ⠀⡐⡳⢯⡓⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⢋⡿⣿⣧⡄⠀⣪⣟⠏⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣷⡍ ⠀⡅⣿⣹⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⡥⠋⣗⡵⣯⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣿⠅ ⠀⣆⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠅⡍⡗⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡏⠂ ⠈⡓⡯⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⣾⠁⡀ ⠀⠀⠷⣧⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⡯⠋⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢑⢵⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠈⣵⠻⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣏⡗⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⢅⣗⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⣴⣟⠯⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⣅⠋⡂⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡔⣿⡯⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠢⣎⡦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣶⡟⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⣷⡤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣨⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠱⠧⣆⠄⠀⠀⡤⡮⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠳⣇⣋⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀