Gris Stories

╰┈➤ «𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐?» «𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.» |YAN! GACHIAKUTA x fem! reader| ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You imagine yourself at the very bottom of the 'no lifers' category of social life. You're a coward and a crybaby. You're a failed comedian, a failed actress- a failed everything. So obviously, when you're sent to world that is much more dangerous than your already overstimulating one, you lose your shit. And you somehow manage to make a lot of other people lose their shit as well. COVER BY @akariri 𝗚𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 © Kei Urana

❝𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨❞― Two children stand side by side in an old photograph, siblings. One is as blinding as the sun, the other could only be described as a blank canvas. Yes, their fates had already been decided by that point. One to be a tool and the other to be the wielder. ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. - - → Various! gachiakuta x gn! reader This is my second story after not writing anything for a really long time so I apologize if there is anything grammatically off or whatsoever. This story will contain potential manga spoilers and some topics that may leave a few people uncomfortable. Warnings will be included on top of every chapter when necessary so please always put your comfort first!

𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩, ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 Traveling alone for most of her life, (Y/n) continues on a path of aimless wandering. However- she soon crosses paths with a Cleaner who recognizes her talents and invites her to join his team. From there she follows beside them and embarks on an action packed journey. Little does she know that opening her heart and joining a family can come with more surprises than she was bargaining for. ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ A Gachiakuta Various! x Reader story! This book will be slowburn and follow the manga. There won't be many spoliers until after the current anime arc, and any spoilers prior will be clearly marked to skip! Please enjoy! I will update the story weekly <3

➜ " Y/n calls me skxawng. It means "moron." "

❝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] HIGHEST STORY RANKINGS #1 in gachiakuta (12/25/25) #1 in traitor (05/14/26) #8 in enemiestolovers (01/01/26) #13 in readers (12/25/25) 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘁 © Hirareiya 05/07/26) 𝗚𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 © Kei Urana

"you're a... What?" "You've never heard of a shark before?" "What even is that?" く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 A shark has landed in the Ground! How, why, who? Dive into the sea, or trash in this case, to find out! 🔷Gachiakuta belongs to Kei Urana and Hideyoshi Andou for the grafitti designs.

One-shots for Gachiakuta. I saw the announcement for the anime and went to go read the Manga. I love it.

Ici, pas d'idées noires. Je n'en ai pas, je n'en ai plus, j'espère les avoir dissolues dans l'abîme. Mais certains jours, se lèvent les idées grises. Une petite bruine dans la tête. ▓ Gris-poisse-angoisse ▒ Gris-bleuté-regrets ░ Gris-pluie-mélancolie Si vous aussi, vous voulez faire le tri dans vos moments gris, c'est par ici ╗

You've spent your whole life hating any sort of action or shonen anime - so of course, one day you would open your eyes to wake up inside of one that you don't know anything about. Now being trapped inside this universe, a part of you wishes to escape back home to comfort while the other part that has to live through the world's struggles and reality wants to stay to protect the ones you've grown to love and care for more than ever. Though as others come to care for you, they realise that they don't want to let you go. [!!Anime watchers only Safe!!] MY OLD ACC IS NO LONGER ABLE TO BE ACCESSED!!!

esa noche, mi corazón se partió -si es que se podía aún más-. esa noche, lloré hasta que perdí todos los sentidos y mi cuerpo perdió toda la fuerza en él. esa noche, quise regresar el tiempo al primer día que lo conocí. esa noche, jimin se suicidó, y yo lloré hasta extrañarlo.

El mundo es a tonos grises hasta el momento que ves por primera vez a tu soulmate. Ver el paisaje claramente, no significa que has ganado, pues, es sólo el inicio. Este "regalo" -como lo consideran algunos- trae condiciones al recibirlo. Personajes: Kai, A/Re/Ru/U (el lector decide quién es el otro personaje) Fanfic participante de la actividad "DIA INTERNACIONAL DE KAI -DIK- 2019" del grupo de facebook "POR EL HAREM DE KAI"

This will just be a short story about a game by Nomada Studio, that I like

Historia de reflexión sobre perspectivas de la vida y lugares incorrectos

Malia owns her own restaurant & store. Her boyfriend, Enjin, is a tattoo artist who owns his own tattoo shop. Malia and Enjin have been dating for 2 years, almost coming onto 3 years. Malia and Enjin met in junior high and then became best friends. Then, a few years later, Enjin asked Malia out, and they started dating. Their relationship is filled with laughs, flirty comments, and more. Malia is half-ominaruzain and blasian-american. Her mom is black and japanese. Her dad is ominaruzian. She is from America and also plans to visit her dad's country. She wants to bring her boyfriend to America and Ominaruza so he can meet the rest of the family. Disclamier: I don't own Gachiakuta and pictures.

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lei esta historia en otra parte y me gusto y quize hacer una propia......

¿Desde cuándo las sombras son malas? ¿Han intentado comerte? ¿Devorarte? Si no las escuchas bien, no podrás entenderlas. Sueños que van y vienen cada séptimo día del mes en un extraño pueblo gris que le teme a la luz. Cosas aprendidas, y abandonadas, Pequeñas Personas Ocupa-Máscaras que te sorprenderán a cada escasa palabra hablada.