Tamsycaines Stories

"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.

"🇮 🇩🇴🇳'🇹 🇹🇷🇺🇸🇹 🇧🇪🇮🇳🇬🇸 🇼🇮🇹🇭 🇦 🇩🇮🇨🇰." Byakko doesn't remember her past - but she knows getting close to Tamsy is dangerous. He's calm on the surface and chaos underneath, a quiet smile hiding something sharp she can feel even when he says nothing. She should keep her distance. She should run. But she doesn't. Something in him pulls her in, something she can't name, something she's willing to face even if it destroys her. She just doesn't know whether that part of him is meant to save her... or break her. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕 3 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒐'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍

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.

I'm IN LOVE with Gachiakuta so I thought Stringcrow would be a fun story to do I would do Janka but its hard to write about them ;( *Smut *Toxic *LOTS OF SMUT *cheating (not a lot at all because I hate cheaters) *spoilers (sorry it will have warnings tho) (idk what other warning I should of so I'll probably put it at the beginning of the chapter)

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.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...?" "𝐑𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐡𝐦...𝐮𝐡...𝐨𝐡! 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 '𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭' 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠" ˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ A prophecy. A promise you desperately want to keep. That's what your life has come to be. Now, so close to your goal like never before, you won't falter nor give up, not even when the resident bird-looking cleaner can't stop messing around with you. Not even when you can't seem to stop either. ˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Disclaimer!! Cover by @akariri Gachiakuta © Kei Urana

A young man who is sent to the Ground must fight Trash Beasts and stop Raiders from causing trouble.

❛𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣❜ ╰┈➤IN WHICH... 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩. GACHIAKUTA X HIMIKO TOGA READER WARNINGS: violence, blood, cannibalism(?), himiko toga reader insert, jabber and reader match each others freak in a weird way, but reader also kinda hates him at times; it's complicated, suggestive themes, language, mentions of abuse and self harm

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!!

❝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

Your elder sister just got a new house and a new job, you were about to start college, but the universe decided that such opportunities were mandane. So when a car runs you over instead of dropping dead you were dropped into your favourite manga. Will you try to change it's corse? Can you do it without anyone finding out?

What would you do if you just so happened to be isekaied into the world of Gachiakuta? Well now you can, becase in this fanfic one night you go to bed like any other night but when you wake up you're being held in the air by ropes with people chanting below you before you get thrown down into a pit. When you awake you are met with a pungent smell and the growling of a monster. Started: April 25, 2026 Ended: ???

this is Lowkey my self insert ngl cleaner! reader / maybe ootd characters?? idk we'll find out / reader doesn't change plot / fem! reader / Isekai reader / might be a little corny / manga spoilers / no beta we die like Regto She fell from the sky, of course the cleaners assume shes from the sphere and not another world, why would they jump to that conclusion? (pls comment. it makes me happy)

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

𓈒 ꒪ ♬ㅤ𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 who goes through hell and back, all for the sake of inspirational uses. what's more important than that? ❝cause you and i, we were born to die.❞ ﹙✧﹚ VAR. GACHIAKUTA X READER / © kaioruvv 2025

In a world built on what is discarded, Ilsa Karsten survives by understanding odds and quickly learning what it means to survive. Ilsa is a Cleaner who operates with restraint, precision, and an acute understanding of risk. On the Ground she treats every decision as a game. Nothing is trusted without cost. Nothing is taken without consequence. Ilsa's past is rarely spoken of, but it informs everything she does. Once forced to fall from a place that promised safety and order, she learned that certainty is a liability and belief leads to loose ends. What remains of that fall is not grief or rage, but discipline - a refusal to act blindly, and an acceptance that survival often means carrying what cannot be discarded. As tensions deepen and old remnants of the world resurface, Ilsa is confronted with the limits of restraint in a system that rewards cruelty as adaptation. In a society built on what is thrown away, she must decide whether control is enough to preserve her humanity - or whether surviving the Ground will require risking the one thing she has guarded most carefully: herself. -------- Everything Gachiakuta-related belongs to Kei Urana and the creators of Gachiakuta.

‼️Gachiakuta x OC story‼️ Apologies to everyone, this will not be an x reader. I find it way easier to use a written character rather than using {User} or {Y/N}. For those of you who are interested and are willing to stick around. Hello and welcome~ This will not be my first time writing a story (as I have wrote many cringe fan-fiction in the past, sorry high school me). My grammar has improved significantly and this account is my fresh start. It's been 10 years since I've written a fic, so please be easy on me dear readers! I will try and update as frequently as I can as I am a busy adult just enjoying a hobby~ Anyways, I love you all and hope you enjoy! ~ Author

in which y/n tokito after losing her only family to a trash beast joins the cleaners will she be able to remember her past and will she be able to finally have a family? ---- i do not own gachiakuta or kimetsu no yaiba all the credit belongs to kei urana and kyoharu gotouge all images, gifs or drawings that may be used in this fic belong to their respective owners please do not sue because i have no money.

"She got me come to the back like I'm in a cop car shawty sippin' drank, flooded it like a rockstar" ☆ In which after an experiment gone wrong, a magician ends up in a dystopia where anything loved enough gains a soul A gachiakuta fanfiction TWST! Reader

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR GACHIAKUTA ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ' ' ' ' There's the angel that crossed the border, seen by The Lady of Penta. It had went and came back once more. But no story has been shared of the angel that appeared. No eyewitnesses of it arriving. It just appeared. The angel cries, the angel wields a scythe. The angel does not belong here. EXTREMELY SLOW UPDATES!!