Jabberwonger Stories

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.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔..." You were once a treasure. Cherished by the upper class for your renowned beauty, you were born to be a star. Until, like trash, you were tossed aside and replaced. Younger, fresher, better. - Everything you once were.

Picture this, imagine your boyfriend is so infatuated and full of adoration for you that he becomes possessive and obsessive. Eventually becoming a yandere. Can you also imagine if he was a masochist? Didn't think so. Welcome to my story. A story where you, the (Fem) main character are in a relationship with a love sick, overly passionate, masochistic, yandere. And his name is Jabber Wongar. Enjoy this read where there will be plot twists and mysterious characters. Along side the romance and horror the story brings alongside this journey. So, Have a good time reading my story! AN: There will be TW (Trigger Warnings) at the beginning of each chapter!! Check out my other stories as well! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! (𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗨)

Making all these out of pure spite because I looked up Jabber x Reader on AO3 and it was JUST Janka like guys please. Reader's vital instrument is a fighting kind, but I apologize in advance if I don't write it well considering I wouldn't know what other people would have for theirs. Some of these will be based on headcannons I saw.

❛❛ 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 journey finally started. and even better - your knights came along! [ GACHIAKUTA 𝗫 FEM!FISCHL!READER ] ━ ongoing / monthly updates　 ๋࣭ ₊ ✦　 　　(｡>‿‿<｡) ━ 𝙋𝗨𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗦 ! 　　　yandere gck ✧ ─ © artsyirkx

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!

You're is resilient resident living in The Crates, a dizzying, vertical slum of stacked shipping containers located on the far industrial outskirts of the Abyss. While scavenging through a treacherous trash heap, you come across a injured, unconscious man buried under debris. Realizing he is still breathing, you hauls him back to your cramped container-home while dodging the prying eyes of your eccentric neighbors.

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.

So keep in mind that Im a begginer in writing fanfics and this is to help me get better and for fun,hope ya'll will enjoy.Some aus are from people I asked permission from to post it and some will be mine's. Enjoy ! just a side note(the cover is temporally there)

Zanka Nijiku loves ballet, is the one thing that makes him feel like himself. One day he meets a guy with a dance style that challenges the structural way he was so fond of, that guy's name is Jabber.

╰➤ 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ────𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, y/n l/n tried to be a better person. she truly did, but the past has a funny way of coming back into her life. ❝ YOU KNOW, I'D KILLLL FOR YA. ❞ ❝ SEE, WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IT MAKES ME THINK YOU DON'T HATE ME. ❞ ❀ ── ongoing

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.

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.

Thai school AU

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

> | You volunteered to leave. The prophecy called for a sovereign flame to descend into a decaying world and restore balance. You stepped forward without hesitation - because that's what rulers do. But the ritual failed. Instead of arriving as a savior, you crashed into a wasteland known as the Pit - a graveyard of metal, concrete, and forgotten things. Your Sol Emeralds are gone. Your flames are weaker. And the energy in this world feels wrong against your skin, like it's pushing back against your very existence. When a group of people known as Cleaners find you standing in the rubble, regal and unyielding despite the dust at your feet, they don't see a queen. They see a threat. Now stranded in a world that doesn't bow and doesn't believe in destiny, you must learn to survive without a throne, without certainty - and without the full strength of the fire that once answered your every command. 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. --- @ ᵍᵃᶜʰⁱᵃᵏᵘᵗᵃ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉⁱ ᵘʳᵃⁿᵃ @ ᵇˡᵃᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵍᵃ

No character or art is owned by me! All characters are from Gachiakuta. Zanka is a man of lines-clean strikes, perfect posture, and a reputation as sharp as his Jinki. Jabber is a smudge on that perfect canvas. After a joint skirmish leaves them sidelined in the echoing silence of a hollowed out skyscraper, Zanka's irritation finally boils over. He can't decide what's worse: Jabber's lethal prowess, or the fact that he achieves it while looking like a frantic, uncoordinated animal. The deal is simple: Zanka will show Jabber how to channel his speed into a proper killing blow, and Jabber will stop humming that nails-on-a-chalkboard tune for five minutes. But as Zanka tries to force Jabber into a disciplined stance, the tension shifts. To Zanka, every correction is an act of order; to Jabber, every touch is a provocation. The training turns into a psychological chess match. Jabber intentionally fails just to see Zanka's composure crack, while Zanka pushes Jabber's body to the limit, trying to find the breaking point where the beast turns back into a man. Between the sweat, the stinging rebukes, and the proximity that neither will admit is intoxicating, but little do they know they're starting to like the friction.

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

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