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ﾠﾠﾠﾠﾠ ❝𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞.❞ ˋ°•*⁀➷ Cannibalism, a metaphor for a destructive, all-encompassing passion where you give everything until nothing is left, akin to devouring each other, self-destruction to becoming one with them, and possessing them completely. It gnaws and becomes parasitic, leaving one hollow but never satisfied, craving so much they'd devour them to feel complete. What is love, if not the willing act of letting someone consume you until you are nothing but a memory of who you used to be? 𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 12/24/25 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: --/--/-- Gachiakuta Fanfiction ⚠︎ Contains Major Manga Spoilers [Will be following the Manga] 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘁 © Hirareiya 𝗚𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 © Kei Urana

𐔌 .⋮ ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒... 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? ❞₊ ⤷ ft. Var!Gachiakuta x Vautaur Bleu!Cleaner! reader ⟢ ━━━ ᛝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 .. 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴. ── ₊˚⊹. ۶ৎ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ; Gachiakuta © Kei Urana Path to Nowhere © AISNO ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ © vvillowisp

The world is drowning in its own filth. Mountains of waste bury the horizon, a kingdom of junk where the condemned are tossed like scraps. Down here, in the Pit, trash is more than refuse it's alive, gnawing at the bones of the forsaken. The strong carve their place from rust and ruin. The weak are ground into the dirt. Cleaners, Raiders, all fighting to rule the graveyard of forgotten things. They say when value is placed on trash, said trash will come to life.

When Semiu assigns you to assist August Stilza, the Cleaner HQ's most brilliant and impossible designer, you expect long hours and messy work. You don't expect the storm of ego, caffeine, and chaos that comes with him. August insists he doesn't need help. You insist he does. Between tangled wires, half-finished gear, and the strange beauty of his cluttered world, you begin to see the cracks beneath his perfection. You're just supposed to organize his schedule and fix his messes. But in a city built on trash and second chances, even the most reluctant partnerships can start to matter. A slow-burning story about patience, pride, and the art of building something together.

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