Jabberwonger Stories

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

"I don't belong in a palace, Zanka. And neither do you. You look like a ghost in there. Come be a monster with me." Zanka Nijiku is the "Ice Prince"-a porcelain masterpiece of Triple Axels and silent perfection, held together by the suffocating grip of his elite family. Jabber is the "Enforcer"-a 6'0" whirlwind of neon pink eyes, golden-ringed wicks, and a masochistic love for the bruise. One moves in graceful arcs; the other moves in straight lines and bone-deep collisions. When Zanka finally snaps under the weight of the "Nijiku Standard," he doesn't just fall-he jumps. Straight into the chaotic, cigarette-stained world of the Grey District. Living in a "Trash Palace" apartment littered with used guitars, broken dreams, and the heavy scent of wintergreen and rebellion, Zanka must learn that "perfection" is a cage, and "trash" might just be the only thing that's real. Between the 4:00 AM practices and the high-stakes world of underground grit, the friction between the skater and the enforcer begins to melt the ice. What starts as a volatile rivalry transforms into something deeper-a raw, messy, and fiercely protective bond. In a world of cracked needles and gold medals, they'll have to decide if they're just two kids running away, or if they've finally found a place where they can truly be handled.

❛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

Jabber was always a jealous person. Anything that belongs to him doesn't need anyone or anything else. So why did he never realize that Zanka and Mary Poppins were so close? Why does Zanka look so happy with him? Jabber boils with jealousy. Or: Jabber gets jealous over Enjin's interaction with Zanka, they argue, Jabber begs Zanka, and since they're equally unhinged, Zanka loves it. --- Credits to the author of the image

astound /əˈstound/ verb 1. shock or greatly surprise. --- Zanka gets drunk and somehow he and Jabber get married.

Don't expect these to ever be finished.

(AUSSIE HS AU !) only bcs im aussie and cant be bothered researching american stuff, soo with that. this fic includes aussie spelling.. boo!! beware. (characters are.. Zanka: 16 yrs, Jabber: 17 yrs.. both going into year / grade 12) Zanka Nijiku, a- (decently) behaved teenage boy with a short temper, moves to small town on the coast of Western Australia, (yes we are getting an aussie Jabber) expecting a scorching, boring summer.. however instead he finds himself boarding the ride of his life after finding a new, somewhat.. 'psychotic' friend who just happens to know where to get the best stuff and how exactly to sneak around some restricted spaces. How will their relationship turn out? (I'm expecting there to be drugs, vapes and alcohol in this fic too btw!) im BEGGING please lmk if that was ok.. ^^ anyhoww.. i may give up on this so uhm be warned? enjoy.

"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

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.

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.

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

Congragulations!! You've been employed!! It's official, you're now the raiders one and only, most important doctor! good luck, and go make some money!

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.

Five years have passed. The silence in the district is no longer peaceful; it's a graveyard. Zanka has become a shell-a man obsessed with a ghost, running The Ocular like a machine, waiting for a savior who no longer exists. Jabber hasn't just been in a cell; he's been in a meat grinder. The penitentiary didn't "fix" him-it stripped away his dimples, his slang, and his mercy. He is coming home, but he isn't the boy who left. He is the shadow that the sun forgot.

Shockwave was an ordinary kid living in the Sphere or most people calls it Heaven or something he doesn't know he lived with Regto he was a kind man he lived in Shockwaves heart he cared about him since well Regto gave him a roof to live under but good days dosnt stay good as one day Shockwave was acused of something he didn't do Regto spoke up for him but no one really listened no one really listened anyways before he was thrown down into the pit calling out to Regto's name. [some of the pics I'm gonna be using is from Pinterest so all credits to the artists.]

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

Thai school AU

Zanka is a studious teen who spends most if not all of his time studying, alone, in his room. However Jabber is the complete opposite, he's almost never in his room, always out partying or at some kind of club, he's basically that guy, he's friends with everyone and everyone loves him for his energetic, crazy and carefree personality that's so easy to be around. For the one day, once in a blue moon when Zanka forgets to complete his assignment and ends up in detention, guess who's also there for getting caught gettin high in the bathrooms?

Jabber wants to have an early start to get ready for his match, so you think sleep would be the answer, right... Right. Welp, that's until you get isakaied in the world where you're the bad guy and your boyfriend is threatening you with a blue stick (enter speed laughing gif), half the peeps you're friends with hate you, and your boxing coach is an emo evil doer. In other words, Jabber is somewhere he's not supposed to be (as a normie anyway)