Gachiakutafanfic Stories

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

You will never make anyone happy. And you will never be happy.

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

──★ "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

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

❝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.

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

" 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

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