Jabber Histoires

"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

A really big trash storm causes chaos and Zanka if left injured and finds himself with the raider Jabber

You don't fall. You are thrown. The Sphere's judgment sends you into the Pit along with the city's refuse. Twisted metal, torn cloth, broken tools spinning beside you like discarded memories. The air reeks of rust and rot, and the darkness below opens wide, patient, inevitable. Then- Everything goes quiet. The noise of crashing trash fades. The screaming wind softens. Even your heart seems to hold its breath, to cover you silently. You look up. At the edge of the Sphere, silhouetted against the sky, stands a man bathed in sunlight. The sun burns the same color as his eyes. A sharp, warm, impossible shade that pours down around him as if it chose him on purpose to hold the sun in him. Dust and debris fall past his outline, but he doesn't move. He just watches. And in that stillness, you chock on your breath. A stir of questions from the experience before you collapsed on the ground now. Questions that hung in the air and between them both as your body started to feel movement again. And despite yourself. Despite your cautious behavior throughout your life that kept you alive and surviving you asked something out of sorts instead. "Who are you?" An ordinary question that would unlock so many new experiences. His gaze meets yours-steady, curious, unafraid and for a single suspended moment, the Pit no longer exists. There is only the distance between them, stretched thin by gravity and fate. Then he tilts his head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. "Well" he says softly, almost amused, "What a beautiful suprise" Then the darkness rushes back in. Trash collides. The fall resumes. The Pit surges upward to claim you. But you keeps looking at him-at the sun wearing a man's shape-even as the light pulls out of reach. Because even as the Sphere discards you, you were now being seen for who you were And that changes everything. ~°¤°~ An Enjin x reader Enjoy♡

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!

•○●Black Female Reader inspired Coraline x Gachiakuta various●○• You are a stubborn, sharp-tongued Cleaner known for your mean streak and cold attitude. Beneath it, though, you hide a surprisingly soft heart. Which attracts the pretty boys around you. Sorry the synopsis suck...😭

Fics of Jabber and Zanka. (Zanka is a little older than in canon!)

𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. IN WHICH, Cast down from the Sphere for an unforgivable crime, a memory-stripped noblewoman named Y/N awakens in the Pit with unbreakable chains fused to her wrists. Now inducted into the Cleaners, she must weaponize her shackles as the Vital Instrument "Locker" to survive the rot and uncover the truth of her "sin." past. And as she cleans the garbage of the underworld, she must confront the mystery of her "unforgivable crime" to determine if she was truly a sinner worthy of hell, or a martyr silenced by heaven......... ⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘ ENJIN X Fem!READER X TAMSY CAINES

"🇮 🇩🇴🇳'🇹 🇹🇷🇺🇸🇹 🇧🇪🇮🇳🇬🇸 🇼🇮🇹🇭 🇦 🇩🇮🇨🇰." 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

❝ 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗠 𝗜? ❞ ⤷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you, (y/n) (l/n) gets accused of stealing and ultimately thrown off the pit. surprised to still be alive, after every ounce of hope & prosperity was torn away from you, a mysterious cleaner helps to pull you out of the dark pit you were thrown into. in time, you slowly recovered, and became a member of the cleaners, going on adventures, finding love interests, and most of all, discovering your jinki and it's true back story. ―― 𐔌 fem!reader x various ┃.ᐟ.ᐟ ┆𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼 ; strangers , by proderics (ft. melodybloom) ┆𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘁 ; @astronmic ♡ ⧽ send fanart / inquires here : lyricshinazugawa@gmail.com 】 ʳᵃⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍˢ !! ۶ৎ #10 & #8 in ' fanart ' -- 3/5/26 ! ۶ৎ #6 in ' jabber ' -- 3/4/26 !

SFW, some elements MAY be sensitive, angst/fluff, parts may come out slowly!!

jabber headcanons

Janka Hockey x Figure Skater AU Disciplined figure skater Zanka and reckless hockey player Jabber meet when their teams are forced to share the same rink. Their first encounter turns into a heated rivalry, with both constantly challenging each other to prove whose style of skating is better. Zanka's precise control or Jabber's aggressive speed.

Jabber & Zanka one shot based on "Scavenger On The Wind" by Mangy Bones.

𝗩𝗔𝗥!𝗚𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔 𝗫 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗔!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 [ GACHIAKUTA ] ꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜ ragnarok rag·na·rok | /ˈrag-nə-räk/ | Old Norse (n.) fate of the gods. 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, an unstable combatant spirit crashes through the Ground, their strange nature waking everybody's deep slumber. However, two perceptive souls can't help but feel a familiarity towards the odd "natural".

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❝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!

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Zanka is a city boy who firmly believes that "nature" is something that should stay behind a 4K screen or, at the very least, a well-paved sidewalk. He went into the woods with a sleek windbreaker, moisture-wicking leggings, and a portable espresso maker. He was prepared for everything-except his own bladder. One quest for a "hygienic" place to pee later, and Zanka is hopelessly lost, his GPS is a paperweight, and he's currently trying to "reason" with a bush. Enter Jabber: a 6'0" forest-dwelling menace with neon-magenta eyes, a loincloth that's seen better decades, and a complete lack of a prefrontal cortex. To Jabber, Zanka isn't a lost hiker; he's a hilarious, loud, and incredibly shiny new pet. Jabber doesn't do "social cues." He does "stalking Zanka from the trees for six hours to laugh at his clumsy walking," "poking Zanka's ears to see if he squeaks," and "eating poisonous berries just for the tingle." He's a manic, masochistic blur of lean muscle and matted dreadlocks who thinks personal space is a suggestion he's happy to ignore. Zanka is horrified. He's covered in mud, his "premium" gear is shredded, and he's pretty sure he's being haunted by a guy who looks like a tweaker Tarzan. But as the nights get cold and the bugs get big, the dynamic shifts. Zanka realizes that while Jabber is a chaotic freak who "paints" with things he shouldn't, he's also the only thing keeping the snakes away. Between Zanka's screaming matches with local insects and Jabber's manic obsession with "grooming" his new favorite human, survival has never been this stressful-or this weirdly domestic. Zanka came looking for the trail; he found a feral boy who treats him like a prize mate and is 100% down to fight a bear for him. Civilization is overrated anyway.

𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘪𝘵? 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘴. 𝘈 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵... 𝘩𝘮𝘮 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭? 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥? 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦? yandere gachiakuta x male reader, reader is based on Wanderer from genshin impact! a:n- I know I know I am already writing so many fanfica butttt! I can't help it okay!?! although this one might be taking time to update then the other one.

In a high-stakes collision between celestial perfection and absolute subterranean filth, Halos & Hell-fire follows the agonizing social suicide of Zanka, a high-ranking angel and obsessive perfectionist with a crippling impostor syndrome. After a disastrous skirmish leaves him grounded and mangled, Zanka is "rescued" by Jabber-a masochistic, high-speed demon lunatic who speaks in heavy AAVE slang, hallucinates on "Glitter-Root," and possesses a disturbing obsession with Zanka's "shining armor." To escape execution by the terrifyingly polite (and secretly sadistic) golden boy Tamsy Caines, Zanka is forced into a humiliating lie: claiming the soot-covered, middle-finger-flicking Jabber is his "rehabilitation pet." What follows is a chaotic descent into divine infamy as Zanka drags his new "companion"-who proudly reminisces about his childhood as a fecal muralist-through the pristine halls of Heaven. Between Jabber's rhythmic, freestyle insults and Zanka's failing mental health, the two navigate a toxic, high-tension dynamic where combat is a love language and the "Pet" contract is just a thin veil for a budding disaster. It is a story of order meeting an unstoppable force of grime, proving that sometimes the only way to find yourself is to tackle a demon into a trash chute and hope the silk sheets are worth the treason.