Gachiakutafanfic storie

ヘビ革 ° loathing, unadulterated 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ your memories may not be the best thing to ever happen to you. But being found by the Cleaners and starting anew definitely is. There's only one, teensy, 𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 shaped problem. 𝘇𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗸𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. © ᶜʰᵉˢʰⁱʳᵉˢᵃᶠ | ᵖˡᵒᵗ © ᵏᵉⁱ ᵘʳᵃⁿᵃ | ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

━━ * 𝗕𝗢𝗢 !! ┆ 𝘺𝘢𝘯! Gachiakuta . ┆ 𝘅 𝘧𝘦𝘮! reader . ╰┈➤ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, You were supposed to keep your head down, enjoy your absurd wealth, spend time with your Jinki, and work toward one very specific goal. Peacefully. Instead, your uncle somehow ropes you into joining the Cleaners, despite the teeny tiny little detail that you're a wanted criminal. Now you're dodging monsters, questionable coworkers, and the consequences of your own terrible luck, all while trying very hard not to get any more involved than absolutely necessary. Unfortunately for you, "absolutely necessary" keeps getting worse. ...And for reasons that are becoming increasingly concerning, some people seem far more interested in keeping you around than is probably healthy. Or: the one where a criminal who wants nothing more than a quiet life keeps getting dragged into everyone else's problems, and, eventually, someone else's obsession. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 :: BANBANAN . 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗞𝗔 :: Kei Urana .

In a world full of filth, you'd think that the people would not be as messed up as where they live. ‎ ‎That's what one would think. ‎ ‎What happens to a heart so shattered, when it's left to fend for itself? ‎ ‎Does it wallow in it's sorrow, devoid of hope? ‎ ‎Does it use it's sharp edges to hurt those around? ‎ ‎Or does someone else mend it, and set it free? ‎ ‎ •••••••••••••••••••••• OC is different from reader. Reader is 18, Oc is 15. Warnings will be placed at the beginning of each chapter. Saying this now, there WILL be spoilers in this fanfic. All the heinous acts done within this series are things I do NOT at all condone. I do not wish them upon anyone, and I hope that my writing encompasses how people deal with these problems and how they grow from them Other than my OC Meno and Reader, all the other characters are NOT mine, they are all creations of Kei Urana from her manga, Gachiakuta. And lastly, please enjoy, comment, and comment, and PLEASE comment, I'd really love to interact with you guys as this is my first time posting on this platform! Also please expect mistakes from time to time, English is not my first language.

𝐈𝐧 $𝐮𝐧!𝐋𝟏𝐕 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝! ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ∩――――∩ || ∧ ﾍ　 || || (* ' ｰ') ZZzz |ﾉ^⌒⌒づ'￣ ＼ (　 ノ　 　⌒ ヽ ＼ ＼ 　　||￣￣￣￣￣|| 　 ＼,ﾉ|| ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ "Race to my light" There is this legend, when the child of gods will fall from the heaven, times will change You, without a doubt, were the child. Gifted in every aspect: beautiful, empathetic but stern and powerful. That day when Rudo the spherite fell from heaven, times did change. Visions of this Ground shifted Will you uphold the legend or change? 𓆩♕𓆪

Rym S******c, sister of Rudo! Never heard of her? Well she's the latest addition to this supernatural, monster filled, and comedic Manga/Anime!! Where transmigration happens and little cutie pies keep appearing! Oh and maybe some romance~ Gachiakuta © Kei Urana ⚠️Spoilers⚠️ x OC (?) Let's keep this brief because I over share. This is my first fanfic. English is my second language but I am fluent. Grammar and spelling corrections are welcomed. I'd probably only focus writing around summer holidays or whenever I'm in my productive writing phase, please note that this is something I just wrote for fun so updates aren't consistent but I would love to write more (to improve my writing in general). I love Rudo, my sweet boy, to death, and this is dedicated to him cuz why not. Be hydrated, be relaxed and I hope you like my first ever fanfic. Warning there can be very cringe sentences I don't even know how to face myself. So please just ignore it. 4•1•2026 24•4•2026 20•7•2026

ꜰᴏʟʟᴏ ᴛᴜɴɪᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞: ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - 𝘈 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘖𝘥𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. ≫≫ ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ── .✦ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓! :3 !! These characters are not mine, they belong to Kei Urana and are from the animanga series "Gachiakuta." I hope you enjoy my inte

The sphere. A massive constantly moving island. It's luxurious and abundant in resources. At least from what we can tell. It seems as if trash from it never stops raining down. The sphere was heaven, and so the ground could be nothing else but hell. And if those above we're angels, well then it doesn't take much to figure out what we'd be, does it? ⤷ This story is written in 1st person with occasional 3rd person entries, if you don't like it this is a warning. ⤷ This is an oc story NOT reader. This may or may not be a Tamsy x Oc... (I genuinely don't know yet, but there will be implications.) But the main focus will of course be on Apple. Rankings : 1 | Semiu 2 | Raiders 3 | Gachiakutafanfic

" Catharsis, it's the purging or release of emotional tensions, especially through kinds of art or music. " pairing. august stilza x f!oc/reader. slight reverse harem. 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚. November 2025 @infantazia

──★ "the voices, they were once so sweet..." ; 𝄞 the ghost of the pit, ROSEN, meets the boy who brings her noise once again, named RUDO . . . ꒰ 🗑️ ꒱ؘ ꩜ starring various!gachiakuta x oc ! 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

sometimes thinking gets you nowhere, or everywhere all at once. Gachiakuta is NOT my story, all credits to Kei Urana

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