" 𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 , " : 𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙙𝙞 - 𝟬𝟭𝟬𝟭𝟬𝟵 𝘇𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗸𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

❝𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚... 𝗦𝗢, 𝗜 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗨𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗘.❞ ━━━━ 𝗦𝗛𝗘 was once a shadow among the Raiders - a ghost with blood on her hands and silence for a voice. (Y/N) Izumi was trained to kill, to obey, to never question the orders whispered through her communicator. She was the girl who followed the cold precision of Zodyl Typhon, who endured Jabber's madness, who learned to disappear beside Cthoni's stillness, and who once found fleeting warmth in Momoa's quiet hums of forgotten music. But when a single act of mercy tore her away from the Raiders, the world branded her a traitor. Lost, hunted, and half-alive, she crossed paths with Rudo - a boy who should've seen her as nothing more than another Raider to destroy. Instead, he saw something no one else ever had: a chance for her to start over. Now among the Cleaners, (Y/N) fights to reclaim her soul in a world built on ruin. She struggles with the voice of her mother's phantom - Demon Snow - and the memories of every life she took. Yet, even as she learns to stand beside Rudo and his friends, the shadows of her past move closer, whispering her name again. Because the Raiders don't forget. And the girl who tried to become human again may soon have to face the monsters who made her one. In a world of rust, violence, and broken light - love, forgiveness, and survival all come at the same price: blood.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶... 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺?❞ ~--~❦︎~--~ Hmm... Monkey... Jk - She helped anyone who came along her path, good or evil, right or wrong. Always battered to black and blue, some visible and others hidden. Nursing them back to peace, she never cared about the way she imprinted in their minds. Wandering aimlessly - neglecting her job - through the mountains of trash, her strolls seem to have caused her to accidentally rack up a heap of favours she can check in at anytime. ~--~❦︎~--~ ❝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦?❞ ❝𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚.❞ ~--~❦︎~--~ • HEAVY manga spoilers, not recommended to anime-onlys unless you won't mind them, proceed at your own risk • Please do not ignore the notes in the introduction as you read my work <3 . . . . . . Started: 31//August//2025 Ended: --//-//---- Updates: In the process of editing + republishing (updates every 2/3 days) Status: Ongoing ∆Gachiakuta is made by Kei Urana.∆ ∆Credits go to them for the characters except for my own.∆

❝𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.❞ ❝𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌...?❞ ──────── 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗡 a girl becomes the real-life version of the famous children's story 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 where an angel fell inlove with his enemy and had a child who never belonged anywhere. Because of this : she seeks out human emotions as an endeavour to free herself from the past, to feel accepted for once. Even if it meant the 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 truth. ❝ TERRIFYING , gatchiakuta x f! Reader start : nov 2,2025 end :

❝𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨❞― Two children stand side by side in an old photograph, siblings. One is as blinding as the sun, the other could only be described as a blank canvas. Yes, their fates had already been decided by that point. One to be a tool and the other to be the wielder. ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. - - → Various! gachiakuta x gn! reader This is my second story after not writing anything for a really long time so I apologize if there is anything grammatically off or whatsoever. This story will contain potential manga spoilers and some topics that may leave a few people uncomfortable. Warnings will be included on top of every chapter when necessary so please always put your comfort first!

"It may seem weak, but a single roll can turn the tide-trust your fate to me in this gamble." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The characters do not belong to me other than my OC'S, they belong to Kei Urana. STARTED WRITING ON 10/11/2025 AND ENDED ON THE XX/XX/20XX

A world where things that are even slightly damaged are seen as trash and said trash turning into beasts that threaten lives. What will Y/n do when she finds herself ostracized for being "damaged goods," and how will she react when a handsome stranger catches her in his threaded webs, unwilling to set her free? ♤♡◇♧ Started: 12.02.2025 Finished: --. --. ---- [Cover not mine]

❝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘! 𝗖'𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘?❞ ━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 a world built on trash, lies, and people who are thrown away, (Y/N) was never meant to feel anything at all. Born among the Sphereites and raised to be perfect, she learned early that emotions were inconvenient, silence was praised, and obedience kept you safe. From the outside, she was everything the Sphere adored-polite, capable, untouchable. On the inside, she was empty. Still. Quiet. Until she fell. Cast down into the Ground, where rot breathes and survival demands blood, (Y/N) joins the Cleaners-believing usefulness might give her purpose. Instead, she becomes something far more dangerous. Her Vital Instrument does not cut, burn, or destroy. It calms. When she acknowledges what she feels, the world around her sinks into stillness. Rage dulls. Fear slows. Pain quiets. And those who live in chaos begin to crave her presence like air after drowning. Especially Rudo Surebrec. Around her, his curse eases. His hatred softens. His pain stops screaming. And once he realizes that calm has a source... letting go becomes impossible. But Rudo isn't the only one who notices. Cleaners grow protective. Raiders grow curious. Obsession blooms quietly, dangerously, from both sides of the battlefield. Love turns possessive. Protection turns suffocating. And the more (Y/N) tries to disappear, the more the world bends around her. Because still water doesn't mean safety. It means pressure. And when it finally breaks, everyone will be dragged under.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Y/n a women with an obsessive love for her own perfection, survival, and aesthetic. The more she admires herself, the stronger she becomes. She is her own weapon. He is her worst distraction. 𝘼 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝𝙨-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙯𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝘼𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙙... 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙧. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚.

Informations are one of the most powerful things on earth, especially when those are photos. Too bad that those informations could also be dangerous and there are men ready to do anything to obtain or delete them. "Uh? Is that. . .is Mary Poppins clapping some monsters made of trash?!" ". . .you have inhaled too much toxic gas"