Gachiakuta Stories

Sentenced to the Pit for a crime she didn't commit, Y/N's silence becomes louder than accusations. Bound by a mysterious locket, she must fight to survive and make her unheard voice shatter a world built on lies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The characters do not belong to me other than my OC'S, they belong to Kei Urana. STARTED WRITING ON 14/09/2025 AND ENDED ON THE XX/XX/20XX #1 ranking in femreader 13.01.2026 #1 ranking in gachiakuta 12.11.2025

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.

── .✦ "𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼. 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄." ──「 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗢 𝗬/𝗡 」 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. [𝗩!𝗚𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔 𝗫 𝗡𝗘𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗢!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥] ✦ 𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ✦ [#1 𝗢𝗡 𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦] [#1 𝗢𝗡 𝗫𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥] [#1 𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥] [#1 𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔] [#5 𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗡𝗢 𝗬𝗔𝗜𝗕𝗔]

Across from all the people. he met someone that is awfully strange yet, somewhere between felt a beautiful thread of lie with him. who was he? and what have gotten into him? yet he replied. --- yandere (slight probably not heavily) Gachiakuta x (albedo) male reader a:n- reader is somewhat based on Albedo from slight character personality to his line of work although he will still varied from him. as it will b more likely reader not an oc so. pictures use here aren't mine. this is a fanfic. Gachiakuta is written and illustrated by Kei Urana. I don't own anything. it is just for entertainment fanfic. I don't condone any behave of yanderenism. that's all.

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? 𝐒𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲

❝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!

A story where the reader is based off Arlecchino. she's in team child at the cleaners ofc, but often has mission with team akuta. Enjin will be the main love interest.

"You know, sweetheart, for someone who claims to love the silence, your soul makes a hell of a lot of noise whenever I'm around...kinda wanna make you scream" In a world of falling gods and rising rot, the Abyss's most chaotic Cleaner finally meets the one thing he can't sweep away: a Ronin with a wooden soul.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...? 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥...? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦... 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶...? 𝘕𝘰... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

"Rules are the only thing that keep the world from falling apart. But Jabber is the thing that thrives in the cracks." Zanka Nijiku has finally achieved the impossible: a life of his own. After years under the suffocating thumb of his elite family, he has a studio apartment, a "Standard" routine, and a growing following for his minimalist lifestyle content. It is a world of white walls, ironed shirts, and absolute control. Or so he tells himself. The first crack appears in the smell-a sharp, medicinal hit of menthol tobacco that lingers in a room with no windows open. Then, the objects start to move. A chair is tilted. A favorite pen vanishes, only to reappear in his bed. Zanka tells himself he's just tired. He's just paranoid. He's just... failing. But the shadow haunting his peripheral vision isn't a hallucination. It's Jabber. Towering, lanky, and sickeningly handsome, Jabber is a masterpiece of filth and designer rags. With waist-length dreads that trail like funeral shrouds and eyes bloodshot from a permanent adrenaline high, he doesn't just want to watch Zanka-he wants to dismantle him. To Jabber, Zanka's "Standard" life is a cage, and he is the only one "loving" enough to burn it down. As the physical incursions grow bolder and the digital messages more intimate, Zanka finds himself trapped in a predatory dance. He is a man who fears nothing more than being a "failure," and Jabber is the one person who knows exactly how to make him fail. In a city of millions, Zanka is realizing that his locks are useless. Because Jabber isn't just following him home. Jabber is already there.

On their way back from a mission, the Cleaners-Enjin, Rudo, Zanka, Gris, and Tomme-stumble upon a girl who catches their attention. What begins as a simple attempt to recruit a new giver quickly shifts, as her powers prove far greater than they expected. Faced with the unknown, they steel themselves for the mysteries waiting ahead.

"She's too shy to speak. He's too loud to stay quiet. An anxious girl with a pen that rewrites reality... and the loud boy who won't leave her side" Emiko, Rudo's shy sister, falls from the Sphere with her brother into the harsh world below. Socially anxious and easily scared, Struggling with fear, battles, and new friendships, Emiko slowly finds herself drawn to Zanka. But can a girl who cries at every mission truly change her destiny-and her heart?

A girl with no name, no age, no birthday, no file about her in existence, a lady who carries herself with this certain demeanor, someone who's smart, nobody can tell what she is, or where she came from, how could this girl from nowhere be involved with the events of a certain boy that fell down the pits adventure? (HAREM SERIES!)

A collection of Gachiakuta oneshots set in the world beneath the pit. (PLEASE REQUEST !!!)

❛❛ 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 journey finally started. and even better - your knights came along! ℘ GACHIAKUTA | © kei urana ℘ PULCHRITUDINOUS | © artsyirkx

𝙰 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐? 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. "9 month in my belly and he look exactly like his sexy father!" You comment. "He's perfect~" the baby coo happily. 1 years later. "BEGONE YOU DEMONIC CHILD!!" you throw some salt at the 1 year old boy. "[Name] what are you doing?" Tamsy ask. His head tilt curiosly. "He ate my chocolate." "Chocolate? You know I can buy more" "I know but he actually walk towards the fridge as if he already knows how to walk without wobbling around." "Oh..." Another 1 years later "FREEEDDDDDOMMMMMM" "THEO CAINES COME BACK HERE!!!"

The Cleaners sleepiest member, who seems to be tired all the time, might actually have a more unsuspecting past that what others may think. Her shattered telescope holds more that what meets the eye, and how innocent is she really? Zanka x Reader! Friends to lovers! Note: I do not own any characters in Gachiakuta!

In a world where loyalty can be twisted and trust is a weapon, Y/N must navigate a deadly game of control and manipulation. By her side is Tamsey Caines-mysterious, lethal, and fiercely protective-whose secrets are as dangerous as Amo's power. As illusions shatter and enemies lurk in every shadow, Y/N discovers the strength to fight back... and the peril of falling for the one person she can't fully trust.

In a world where the rigid order of the elite Nijiku family meets the lawless, neon-drenched chaos of the campus underground, The Catalyst & The Choir Boy tells the story of an explosive collision between two polar opposites. Zanka Nijiku, a disciplined honors student burdened by the weight of his family's expectations, finds his carefully calculated life derailed when he is paired with Jabber, the "Chemical King." Jabber is a brilliant but unhinged chemist who thrives on rebellion, menthol smoke, and a "Finders Keepers" philosophy. What starts as a series of "disrespectful" flirtations and forced study sessions soon spirals into a high-stakes obsession. Jabber drags Zanka out of his shell and into a "Euphoria-esque" world of warehouse parties and sensory overload, using the language of chemistry and geometry to rewrite Zanka's reality. However, the reaction turns volatile. A toxic blend of jealousy and possessiveness leads to a devastating breaking point that leaves Zanka physically and emotionally shattered. Amidst the intervention of their found family-the "Nerve Center" crew-and the looming shadow of Zanka's intimidating siblings, the story shifts from a dark, destructive romance into a raw, deeply intimate journey of mental healing. Ultimately, the first book concludes not with a bang, but with a hard-won breath of fresh air. Jabber chooses to shed his "Chemical King" persona to seek genuine atonement, proving that even the most unstable elements can find equilibrium. It is a story of trauma, recovery, and the realization that sometimes the most powerful bond isn't the one that burns the hottest, but the one that stays to help you rebuild.

❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧❞ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌' 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖲𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 Sphere. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌. ⦾ 𝖦𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 ⦾ 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾a