Gachiakutafanfiction Stories

You joined the Raiders for one thing, knowledge. It's all you craved. You were willing to do almost anything for it. There was nothing more valuable to you than information, and you gravitated towards people that promised it. To you, they were just another group of people that would lead you to yet another pile of information. But as time passed, you were already beginning to wonder if the knowledge was worth it. Possible manga spoilers for characters that haven't been introduced to the anime yet. Other than that, this doesn't really follow the events of the manga. This is unedited, so I apologise for my bad writing in advance. TW: VIOLENCE, DEATH, MILD GORE ( If I miss anything, there will be a trigger warning at the beginning of the chapters) I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR Y/N! ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO KEI URANA! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICTURES IN THE FANFICTION! I GOT THEM FROM PINTEREST!

❝𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟-𝗡!❞ ━━━ 𝗜𝗡 the Ground, you're either trash... or you learn how to fight like hell to survive. (Y/N) learned early. Once, she was nothing more than a voice. A girl forced to smile, forced to sing, forced to perform while the world above treated people like her as disposable entertainment. An idol polished pretty enough to be loved - but never free. Then everything was taken from her. Her home. Her future. And worst of all... her older brother. The only person who ever protected her. The only person she couldn't save. Now, years later, (Y/N) stands at the top of Akuta as its leader - cigarette between her fingers, prosthetic leg built from scrap, and a gun steady in her hand. To the Cleaners, she's hope. To the Raiders, she's a threat. To the Ground, she's a symbol. They call her "Boss." They call her "Songbird." They call her reckless. But they still follow her into hell without hesitation. Because when (Y/N) says, "I've got you," she means it. Yet the past she buried refuses to stay dead. A childhood friend she can't forget. A truth she doesn't want to face. And the crushing realization that the person who stole her brother's life... might also be the one who still holds her heart. Love and hatred blur. Trust turns fragile. Enemies get closer. And the war between Cleaners and Raiders grows bloodier by the day. In a world built on garbage and survival, kindness is a weakness. Attachment is dangerous. And loving someone? That might be the deadliest mistake of all. But if protecting her people means burning everything down - her past, her enemies, even herself - (Y/N) will go 𝗔𝗹𝗹-𝗜𝗡!

❝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.

My first Gachiakuta fan-fiction! I'm still bad at this, so sorry in advance! // Rudo was walking through the ruined 'gardens' of the cleaners HQ, when he heard a familliar voice. He ran to check it, but nobody was there. He then heard a familiar voice behind him. //or// Tamsy sees Regto walking around the ground unharmed. DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN THE GACHIAKUTA ANIME!!! THIS IS A FANFICTION!! ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO THE CREATOR KEI URANA!!

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

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

[GACHIAKUTA x Fem!Reader] "You're tailor-made for this day and age, 'cause you're powerless and look like prey~!"