Rudosurebrec Stories

You were born on the rich side, where dirt is a rumor and blood never stains long enough to matter. Your hands stayed clean-not because you were careful, but because the world was. Well your side at least. Jewels weighed your wrists. Safety wrapped your throat like silk. Freedom was handed to you so often it stopped feeling special. You smiled easily. Spoke to anyone. Asked questions people laughed off instead of answering. But the Slums were different. They weren't ugly to you-just unfinished. Like a sentence cut off mid-thought. If we're all human, why is there a gate?

❛❛ i'm not good at this stuff, but, as long as i'm here, you'll be safe. ❜❜ ╰── in which 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 was always your kingdom. your place, you grew up from the ground. you always made sure everyone knew that. you were still at the start of your journey, but once a boy that was from the sphere came from the ground, that was when your journey officially started. and even better - your knights came along! [ GACHIAKUTA 𝗫 FEM!FISCHL!READER ] ━ ongoing / monthly updates　 ๋࣭ ₊ ✦　 　　(｡>‿‿<｡) ━ 𝙋𝗨𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗦 ! 　　　yandere gck ✧ ─ © pikapirkx

𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ VAR!Gachiakuta x FEM!Reader STARTED: 07/16/2026 ENDED: N/A

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

what can men worship after being stripped of god? © 2025 ASTROBLISS

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!!

[Rudo Surebrec] Tôi bảo vệ chị

A quiet rain-soaked morning becomes the start of something lasting. On her first day of high school, gentle, observant Amo crosses paths with strangers who will slowly become anchors, kindness offered without obligation, words exchanged without promises. In a world of new halls, unfamiliar faces, and small, human moments, this tender coming of age story explores how the simplest encounters can quietly rewrite a life.

js read if you wanna, its mediocre writing honestly all rights reserved gachiakuta does not belong to me it belongs to kei urana

When Omei was born, everything finally felt peaceful. For the first time in years, [Name] had a home. A family. A future worth protecting. But then the world fell apart. Separated from her brother and stranded in a place that should not exist, [Name] finds herself forced to navigate a brutal new world alongside her young daughter. Surrounded by monsters, strangers, and secrets that refuse to stay buried, survival quickly becomes the least of her worries. Because some memories are missing. Some truths don't add up. And the people she trusts most may know more than they're willing to say. After all, every storm begins with a quiet day. And this was the calm before it. _________ Manga/anime spoilers will be taking place in this work. So brace yourselves ya'll, it's the beginning of the end. The manga/anime Gachiakuta DOES NOT BELONG TO ME and belong to its RIGHTFUL OWNER. Kei Urana. Anything relating to its contents featured in this work rightfully belong to her. Any hate towards her will not be tolerated. This work isn't officially apart of the manga/anime series Gachiakuta. The stories plot line belongs to me along with any OC's mentioned or described. This is a Female Reader Insert. There is implied teen pregnancy. Yes, this is a yandere story, just not the psycho/gorey kind. Chapters will have a lesser eord count than future chapters. And yes, this is a slow burn.

MORAL SUPPORT || Yandere! Gachiakuta x Isekai! F! Reader WHEREIN you found yourself stuck in the world of Gachiakuta with absolutely no clue of what's going on and a super irritating System that won't shut up about maxing out some "love meters"-because apparently, that's the only way to recover your lost memories and return to your original world. || I do not own any media used in this story unless stated otherwise. Gachiakuta is owned by Kei Urana. I only own the plot and the story itself. Do not attempt to copy or steal it. Slow updates (no schedule). Lots of grammatical errors. ©2025 hckzee & ijustwantsome_bananamilk ||

🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍 🂹 You've been dropped down to the ground to these strange people and away from your light Mad⭐︎ka Oh Madoka where are you? you have to get back up to find her no matter WHAT the costs are 🂺 🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍🃍 This is a Gachiakuta xHomura!fem!reader fanfic Gachiakuta is not my creation and all rights are reserved to Kei Uranu

One minute, you were driving back after a grocery run, and the other, you were somehow cruising through the strangely saturated and 2D plain of Kei Urana and Ando Hideyoshi's award-winning animanga series. What will you do when you recognize the dangers that lie in your new animated reality?

"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.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?" You walk around like you got a big one in your pants. Maybe it's cuz if you were a guy, you would most definitely would. Maybe you wouldn't be involved in all this if you hadn't got a good heart in your big 'ol chest. Now, you got a bunch of crazy lovebirds chasing you. - Well, at least they cute.

Riyo asks Rudo a question about the sphere involving languages, Rudo does not want to answer but does anyways and tries not to feel to bitter about it.

This Story Is a direct sequel to my previous work, Amo & Love: A GACHIAKUTA Story Amo has been taken. When a lone raider abducts her from the tower and disappears into the wasteland, two friends set out to bring her back. Rudo charges after the trail head-on, driven by urgency and stubborn loyalty. Renz follows a blood soaked path through the desert's margins, tracking what others overlook and watching from the shadows. Separated by distance and method, but united by the same goal, they race against time and each other to find Amo before it's too late. Because she isn't a symbol. She isn't a prize. She's their friend.

"so why see the world, when you've got the beach?" a gachiakuta x reader fanfiction!

"I didn't know you were married, Tamsy?" - Cleaners "Well, neither do I" - Tamsy Caines A random kid showed up at the HQ claiming to be Tamsy's child. One he'd never known he had. He wanted to deny it, yet all the allegation seems to throw buckets to his face. "Aren't you curious who my mother is?" "Not really." Note: The reader is the mother, not the child.

❝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.