Floss's life is shattered when her brother is brutally killed, thrusting her into the dangerous world of the Cleaners in the wastelands. Amidst thievery, death, and the ever-present threat of madness, she finds an unexpected spark of love. But can this budding romance heal her broken mind, or will she succumb to the deathly habits that surround her? Set before the events of Rudo's arc. *Disclaimer: Fanfiction- I do not own Gachiakuta*

"I didn't know you were married, Tamsy?" - Cleaners "Well, neither do I" - Tamsy Caines A random kid showed up at the HQ claiming to be Tamsy's child. One he'd never known he had. He wanted to deny it, yet all the allegation seems to throw buckets to his face. "Aren't you curious who my mother is?" "Not really." Note: The reader is the mother, not the child.

˖ 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.

Tamsy Caines was a wolf in sheep's clothing-charming, calculated, and cruel beneath the surface. His entire life revolved around breaking others, twisting their pain into purpose, delighting in the way despair could shape a person. He was merciless, but never careless; every move was part of a design only he understood. And then there was Y/N. A sheep in wolf's clothing-fragile at heart, but armored in defiance and masks she wore for the world. Where others underestimated her softness, Tamsy saw it immediately. He didn't sneer at it or exploit it the way others might. Instead, he coveted it. To him, she wasn't a weakness-she was balance. Her quiet strength tempered his cruelty. Her presence gave his chaos meaning. He mocked and teased, but never in the way that sought to break her. Instead, he protected her fragility while indulging her strength, the only one he would let close enough to see him without disguise. Tamsy became the perfect lover not because he softened, but because with her he could be both wolf and sheep without contradiction. He held her with possessive certainty, teased her with sharp edges, and shielded her with unflinching devotion. She anchored him, and he, in turn, made her believe that even in a world built on cruelty and masks, their love was the one thing not born of lies. Together, they were a paradox-predator and prey, mask and truth, wolf and sheep. And somehow, against all reason, it worked.

❝ 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 ▞▞▞▞▞, Smut, Comedy, Angst, Slow Burn, for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞Please don't forget to Comment, Vote & Enjoy! ▞▞▞▞▞PUBLISHED• Sep/23/25 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•??\???\??

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]

They're freaky. Insane and unhinged. What's not to love about their relationship. Warning ⚠️ there will be lemon 🍋 scene in this. Enjoy. 😉 Just the first short. (A/n- this is so random. I'm making it into a series if someone asks. For now. Happy reading 😁.)

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

HELLSPITTER; ᝰ.ᐟ When a soul and lighter are bounded by memory and ember, where these flames will forge and forget. ❝ SHACKLED TO THE SIN OF OUR PASTS, - PRAY FOR SALVATION.❞ FOR THE SPHERE WILL SAVE YOU. ⸝⸝ [HELL-BRINGER OF OCULON] ⤷ better to be an open sinner, than a false saint. Stories forged in pain and devastation, the inferno of rage will once again erase all that is near. a gachiakuta fan-fiction ; updates every mon (currently on break) contains: dark themes, graphic content, violence, and foul language + may contain slight nsfw GACHIAKUTA X READER GACHIAKUTA does not belong to me --> KEI URANA do not repost without permission. the reader's character and story belong to me.

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓 ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵘʳˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃˢʰ ʰᵉᵃᵖ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ⁱᵐᵖᵘˡˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿˢᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ, ᵘⁿᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ ⁱˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵘⁿˡᵉᵃˢʰ GACHIAKUTA VARIOUS X READER FANFIC IN WHICH, You had spent your life in the slums, sifting through mountains of refuse where survival was measured in scraps. One evening, beneath a shroud of rusted iron and twisted beams, your hand closed around something different―a sword, cracked yet whispering with forgotten weight. You did not know it then, but that single grasp would unearth more than metal... it would unchain calamities 17082025 @TINNITUZZZ NOT CROSSPOSTED ON OTHER PLATFORMS