Okay, bad news, The Cowards Guide to Fighting (the jabber fic which has finally been named) is unfortunately going to have to be postponed for the foreseeable future.
College has been digging my grave and I've had barely any time to study, let alone write. I'm sorry.
It's been a while since I've last posted, but since then my laptop broke. The keyboard refused to turn on, and writing on my phone has been absolutely horrid. Luckily, I was able to write the first chapter and a bit of the second one beforehand, so, after some heavy editing (and a bunch of proof reading by my friend – who is also getting her ass kicked by our college classes) the first chapter will be out.
Sorry for such a long wait guys, I wanted to put out the first few chapters so there would actually be something to read, but I'd rather get one chapter out than none.
Again, thank you for everyone who has continued liking my posts, it means a lot!!
Was starting to outline the plot and wondered if I should make the story into a slowburn and wrote, like, one line in the childhood arc before realizing Jabber would literally never let that happen.
Results are in and I just started the manga, so it might take me a little while to get caught up, buttt I'll start writing as soon as I have time! I've decided to make it a various x reader, but still heavily jabber centric :)
Unfortunately Im going on vacation and also starting college soon, so chapters will be postponed until January and most likely be infrequent once posted, but I promise I'll be working on them when I have the chance to!
To clarify, I'm going to start organizing an actual plot and stuff this week, and writing the first few chapters next week so I can post a few at once. If you've read the stuff I've already written expect quite a bit of overlap and similarities, if not straight up copy-paste lol.
I'll make an index for the story once the first few chapters are out and include the stuff I've written as bonus scenes(?) idk, that's a later problem.
Thanks for all your support and notes on my posts so far, it's been very motivating! I'll try to get the first cluster of chapters out as soon as I can! Thanks you guys :)
tbh this is a lot shorter than I wanted it to be but I'm too tired to care right now
enjoy!
"Now then, gonna explain what the fuck happened back there?" Zanka asked, the annoyance radiating off him in not so subtle waves. You sat in a cool metal chair, the steel back of it pressing uncomfortably into your own healing one. It felt like an interrogation, and to be fair it was probably warranted all considering. Enjin sat on a chair across from, his legs spread wide as he relaxed comfortably. Zanka paced the room anxiously, muttering to himself as he sent worried glances your way. Rudo sat next to Enjin, clearly out of place but also eager for any sort of explanation as he looked at you curiously, too afraid of saying anything but awaiting answers nonetheless.
"Okay, yeah, fair. In my defense, I didn't know he was a Raider now." You raised your hands in surrender as Zanka's stare pierced through your already weak protests. He walked up to you, clear exsaperation in his eyes as he probed for answers. "We grew up together, like I told you earlier. He was arrested a month or so before I joined the cleaners, haven't had any contact with him till today, and I'm just gonna apologize in advance, cause now that he knows where I am, I can guarantee I, if not all of us, will be seeing him more often." You sighed, face void of any guilt or concern for the situation that would inevitably unfold.
Enjin raised a brow, leaning forward to invade your personal space. "And your marriage..?" He smirked teasingly, resting his face in his palm as he leaned against the table. Zanka froze momentarily, sending a glare Enjin's way for even bringing the topic up. Your face flushed, a mortified look flashing across it as you groaned into your hands, an action that would be frequent during this 'talk'. "We were kids, more or less unsupervised kids, okay? he stole me this set of jewelry and proposed, we were like nine at the time, neither of us actually knew anything alright?" You mumbled, clearly embarassed, before a thought flashed in your mind and you averted your eyes, playing with your hands under the table to lessen your own anxiety. "Actually, I'm pretty sure his parents even got us documents... we might actually be legally married." You muttered, covering your mouth with your hand. Zanka froze at that comment, staring at you with something unreadable swirling in his eyes, he wasn't sure what to make of anything regarding you anymore, married to a Raider? What the actual fuck was going on?? Enjin on the other hand started laughing, though his eyes didn't quite mirror the glee he forcefully emitted. Rudo, well, he just started blushing, as if he was scandalized by the information, though his eyes never left you, all too interested in the information being revealed.
A blush overtook your cheeks again, your face warming as you tried to bring the conversation back under control. "Anyways!! That's not important, what is, is the fact that I know nothing about the raiders beyond the general information we all have, and I've never told Jabs anything about the cleaners." You spoke up, silencing Enjin with a hit to the chest. A sigh left your lips as you tried to reorder your thoughts. Zanka stopped pacing, instead hovering by your side as he contemplated how to go about his next words.
"That's not all, actually." Zanka spoke up, cold eyes scanning your body. "You don't just produce medicines with your vital instrument, do you?" He accused, somewhat curious but also feeling a bit betrayed, he looked up to you, idolized you even, and you hadn't even been completely honest with them? with him? What happened to the smiley coward of a medic he followed around? You smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck and averting your eyes at his accusing tone, you werent used to this side of Zanka, he was usually so kind to you, but you supposed it made sense, even you were having a hard time processing all the information.
"Yeah... I mean, I don't like fighting, I'm a coward, okay? so it never came up. I guess I should explain how Nephalym works though.." You sighed, pointing to each piece of jewelry in turn. "Nephalym is divided into three parts, I'm not entirely sure how it works myself to be honest, but Ne, my... wedding ring... holds my medicinal powers, Pha," you point to the ring on your right index finger, "Holds the drugs, painkillers mostly, my rings absorb whatever medicines or drugs I consume, and as a kid... well, let's just say me and Jabber have high tolerances for a lot of shit..." You winced, thinking back to the amount of stuff you'd gotten into as teens whole running amok in the streets of your hometown. "then, there's Lym, my necklace" You rubbed the Locket between your fingers fondly, "It heals, not like Eisha or anything, it's basically just faster natural healing, fatal wounds still take longer than a scratch, but most minor injuries vanish quickly, and well, I'm not really sure how to explain it, but Jabber... I can heal him too? I've never tried with anyone else, so I don't know if I can heal others, or if it's because of this..."
You pull your locket off, opening the casing to reveal the image of you and jabber, age nine, showing off your wedding rings to the camera, hands outstretched displaying the new additions proudly, bright smiles on your faces as Jabber dips you in the tattered white dress he stole for you, meeko running around the hem as he tore it up even more. Jabber was wearing one of his dad's ties and it reached all the way down to his thigh, comicaly oversized compared to the rest of his outfit. the image is worn with love and time, blurry, yet for those who share the memory, its a clear window into the past. "Its the only photo we have together, so, I mean, ugh! this actually so embarassing!" You groaned, closing the Locket from the prying eyes huddled around you, eyes staring at the ground as you tried to explain through the embarassment of explaining your past with the raider to your friends. "Jabber is in the necklace, maybe that's why it heals him, maybe it's something else, I don't know. Can we just be done now? this is enough humiliation for one day." Zanka's face had exploded into a violent red a few minutes into the conversation, entirely embarrassed as the flush covered from his neck to his ears as he refused to look at you, though, there was something off in his eyes that only Enjin caught, as it was mirrored in his own.
Speaking of him, he was laughing boisterously, "One more thing, you bite?" He asked, a smirk taking up his face as he watched your reaction closely. Zanka shot him another glare through his embarrassment, though he couldnt deny the rush of excitment and awe that flew through him when he watched you during your fight. You groaned into your hands yet again, feeling the heat radiate off your face. "Its his fault! He's a freak okay?! I just try my best to keep him on a leash!" You whined, causing Rudo to flinch in the corner, averting his eyes, poor (name), he'd thought, you must've had a hard time growing up with that psycho. "Okay, but seriously, since when do you fight?" Enjin cut in again, curious on how their cowardly medic even got into that predicament considering her tendency to turn tail and run the moment danger even hints at approaching. "And from what I hear you even beat the crap outta him, where the hell'd that come from?" You tilted your head, embarrassment nowhere to be found as confusion swirled in your eyes. The sudden change in your mood had Enjin a bit on edge, how much did they really know about you?
"Whaddya mean? I've always fought like that? I mean, Jabber's the one who taught me to fight in the first place. Oh, to be clear, I'll only ever fight him willingly, you'll have to drag my ass into any other fight, it's always been like that. I think it's cause it's normal for us? I don't know, he taught me and harassed me into beating the shit out of him, he's a masochist if you haven't figured that out already, so I learned to beat him up first, talk later." You shrugged, as if it was completely normal, the others had a range of expressions, Zanka was downright baffled, what do you mean beat first talk later??? you always run away when theres a fight! you hate fighting! His jaw dropped as he stared at the relaxed expression on your face, what the hell did your childhood even look like? Enjin was intrigued, So Jabber taught you to fight? How did he manage that? were you always a coward? how could he draw that side of you out? Most importantly, how could he get rid of Jabber? Rudo was in complete awe, you could fight like a monster! you injected yourself with atleast 15 different things during your fight and the only effects were benefits, how does that even work?? Would you teach him to fight like that? was Jabber actually your husband? why were you so cool?? how could he get you to adopt him? wait what-
"Anyway, I'm gonna go shower and find my kid." you waved them off happily, finally able to get out if the mortifying interrogation. Rudo was now even more awestruck, you had a kid on top of everything??? "Ah, Dear is in-" Enjin tried to help but you just scoffed, "I know where he is thank you very much, he's my son." He just laughed you off and watched you walk away, ensuring that you were out of earshot before speaking up, serious eyes meeting Zanka's own as he layed his chin on his crossed hands.
Okay should I turn all my Jabber x reader stuff into a cohesive fic or nah? cause I've been thinking about turning it into something you guys can read properly and in order so that everything makes more sense but it'll take me a while. or should I just keep posting random bits and pieces?
Short lil drabble of (ofc) childhoodbsf!jabber x f!reader
I swear I'll post something else eventually but right now the voices just won't shut up about him – He's so fineeee
As always this is a very self indulgent fic (no surprises there)
Might make a warnings list later, but nothing too crazy, Jabber warning ofc
Happy reading :)
Pt.1 & Pt.2
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It was a decently serene day, no last minute calls for you to start cleaning up trash beats, no Enjin annoying the fuck out of you, just your money and whatever path your feet took you on. The clouds looked fluffy today you noted, watching as they drifted aimlessly across the gray skies. With a sigh you stood from your seat at the cafe, throwing the empty drink container out before stretching and taking a shortcut through an alley to reach the next shop. You weren't able to get a single step inside before a portal opened, a familiar one at that, it was the same colours as the one that rescued Jabber not to long ago. You tilted your head in curiosity, watching as the manhole opened and a girl popped her head out.
"(Name?)"
A pause.
"Yes..?"
You watched the blue haired woman for a moment before shrugging it off, about to walk away and keep your peace when Cthoni spoke up again.
"I'm dropping Jabber off. Please return him at your latest possible convenience."
"Wait wha-"
It was too late to contemplate, Jabber jumped out as soon as Cthoni retreated into her manhole. The portal closing behind him as he wrapped you in a hug, babbling about his (Name) senses being spot on, whatever that meant.
"Jabs? what are you-" A sigh left your lips as you decided to just roll with it. "Nevermind. let's go. No complaining, got it?" You grabbed him by the hand, grip just too tight to be comfortable, exactly how he liked it. You watched as a shudder ran down his spine at the crushing grip, grin never leaving his face, instead growing as he skipped happily beside you. Dragging him along from store to store, marveling at every other thing you saw. Jabber couldn't take his eyes off you - not that he'd want to - the childish sheen in your eyes as you tugged him close, pointing from item to item made his heart race, but that was a regular occurrence. He made note of the things you liked the most, planning to buy steal them later as an apology for the time spent apart. It really hadn't been that long, a year at most, but every day spent without you made him restless, who cared if you were a cleaner? Not him, that's one thing you could count on.
Jabber, for all his eccentricities, would never go against you seriously. If it came between the Raiders and you, he wouldn't even spare it a second thought, nevermind a first. Zodyl could threaten him, beg him, bribe him – it didn't matter. You were the priority, always had been, always would be. That was final. He knew it probably wasn't healthy, that's what Cthoni had said when he wouldn't shut up about you that one time every. single. goddamn. day. something about being 'codependent' fuck that. You were a necessity, like food or water, he needed you to stay alive. God forbid something happened to you, maybe he should take you back with him, was being a cleaner that important to you? He wouldn't mind being one if it meant being either you every day, he just joined cause they broke him out of jail and Zodyl was strong, but you? You were stronger. Even if you hadn't realized it yet, you had the potential to go down in history. He'd known from the moment he started fighting you, yeah you were weak at first, but if you overcame your fear? He had no doubts you could beat anyone without breaking a sweat. The sound of your voice broke him out of his delusions.
"Ooo, Jabs, whaddya think about this? cute, yeah?"
You held up a black shirt, he couldn't care less about it if he was being honest. Everything you wore looked perfect on you, he wasn't sure if that was because you were just that beautiful or if he was really that down bad. He nodded, curling against your back with a smirk as he replied.
"I think you look better with no shirt, babe."
The reaction was instantaneous, a hot flush overtook your ears as you smacked him in the face. Covering your fave with a hand as you folded the shirt over your arm. Jabber, of course, let out a delighted sigh while he watched you fume silently. He giggled, clinging to your side as you browsed the store, eyeing a purple and gold dress that was way out of your budget. You had grabbed a few more shirts and a few pants, their textures smooth against your arms as you walked to the cash. The transaction was rather quick, but the cashier, an older woman, made a quick comment as she bagged your clothes.
"With a strong boyfriend like that, I don't see why a lovely lady like you should be carrying anything."
She sighed, shaking her head as she passed you the bags, only for Jabber to snatch them out of her hands, scoffing as he replied, an arm wrapping around you waist while his hand that carried the bags lifted your left hand.
"We're married lady, and for your information, I've been carrying shit for 'er since we were kids."
Your hand in his displayed your 'wedding ring' as you sighed, somewhat embarassed at the retort. you pulled your hand from Jabbers, apologizing to the poor woman as you left the store, pinching the back of Jabbers hand the whole way out. A sigh left your lips again at the gleeful look on his face. Sending a flick to his forehead he grinned and planted a quick kiss to your shoulder, grabbing the purse hanging off of it as he slung it over his own. A sly smile on his lips as he bent down to your face.
"You heard the lady, pretty little wives don't carry their own bags."
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, threading your fingers into his as you squeezed his hand, pulling him along to the next store your eyes caught while he carried your things. Before you knew it, hours had passed as the sky painted itself in vibrant hues of orange and red. Jabber held atleast twelve bags, taking the old lady's words to heart, refusing to let you carry a single one of your bags. You had settled with letting it happen, seeing as not even fifteen minutes after leaving that store he had claimed he should be carrying you too. Knowing him, he'd sling you over his shoulder and run around the city like a chicken with its head cut of. So you were perfectly content to stay on the ground and let him carry your bags. It had been a long day, not in the way that tired you out though, Jabber had that kind of effect, always making the best of the time you had together, even when you saw eachother every second of the day. Being able to see him again brought forth memories and emotions you hadn't realised you were missing, longing for even. The way the bells on his hips rang as he walked, the sway of his hair, even the comforting scent he exuded. (You'd had to force him into bathing regularly as children) He was laughing at some dumb comment you'd made about a mission you'd gone on the other day when he paused, thoughts clicking into place as he realized he'd forgotten the reason he'd begged Cthoni to send him here. When he'd been arrested they'd taken his choker, meaning he didn't have her as a contact anymore. He froze, causing you to get pulled slightly at the lack of momentum from your joined hands.
"What's wrong Jabs?"
You scanned his face, noting the slight annoyance etched into his features.
"I can't believe I forgot!!"
He whined, free hand going to his forehead as he sulked before slumping against you, almost forcing the two of you to the ground as he placed the entirety of his weight on you. You laughed at the sudden mood change, scratching at his back lightly with your nails, causing him to hum into your neck before jolting back up and begging you with his eyes, his free hand securing itself in the hand that wasn't already occupied with his, so he was holding both. He liked having a monopoly on you, that much had always been clear. You tilted your head, wondering what was bothering him so much.
"I need you to reregister to my choker, pleaseeee baby?"
With the amount of fuss he was making you'd think he was asking you to bring him back to the cleaners with you. A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you agreed, releasing on of his hands to pat his head as he slumped back against you. He eagerly offered you his arm and summoned Mankira to make it easier for you to draw his blood when you sunk your teeth into his forearm. A delighted groan left his lips, the feeling sending electricity pulsing through his veins as his heart sped up. The feeling would never get old, if only you'd do it a few more times, he could ask right? he carried your bags all day after all, didn't he deserve a reward? You swiped your choker against the fresh marking on his arm, collecting blood for the communicator before cleaning the wound for him, tounge swiping against the exposed flesh, making his body jolt in excitement as his eyes rolled back. God he was such a freak, but he was your freak. As thanks, though unnecessary, he pressed a few kisses against your hand, holding you carefully with Mankira as he kissed each finger individually. When he was done you sliced your index finger against Mankira, creating enough of a gash to cause blood to pool in his hand, he shuddered at the feeling of your warm blood coating his vital instrument. The things you did to him, he was sure he'd die if you were ever separated again, nothing else, no one else could make him feel so alive.
"Well? are you going to use it or just stare and get hard?"
Your annoyed voice only served to make him even more excited, though he obliged immediately, swiping his choker against the pooling liquid in his palm. Eyes darting back uo to your face, begging silently for permission, he was good, and he was yours, surely he deserved a treat, right? With the barest nod of your head his grin widened as he lapped the red from his palm before taking your finger in his mouth. It was quite lewd to be honest, the ecstasy on his face as his tounge cleaned your digit, it was cleaned quickly but that didn't stop Jabber, he wouldn't stop unless told, you'd given him permission for once, he'd make the most of it. The stares from passerbys started to pierce your already warm cheeks as you pulled your hand back, averting your eyes from embarrassment, and emotion Jabber clearly had no use for as he whined, looking at you in betrayal.
You dragged him to a slightly more secluded area before throwing a glare his way, it was embarrassing to have so many eyes on you because of his constant neediness. Relenting once you were in a less populated area, you gave him what he wanted, what he was actually asking for earlier. His eyes widened in excitement as you pulled him to your height, sinking your teeth into his neck, blood trickled down, staining the cream clothes he wore, not that he cared, how could he when he was in such pure bliss? The feeling of your lips on him alone was enough to hospitalize him, but your teeth in his skin as you sucked on his neck like a vampire? Fuck the raiders and cleaners, he'd do just about anything to keep you there, attached to him like this. He was hoping it would leave more than just a bite mark, he wanted a hickey too at the very least. His eyes were closed as your hand snaked up to hold his neck in place, another jolt flying through his body at the feeling of you pressing him against the rough brick wall, hand on his neck and teeth in his flesh. He had to be in heaven, or maybe a wet dream.
The pop your lips made when you released his skin had him gasping for air, his eyes cloudy and hands trembling, bags forgotten on the ground as he eyed you down, the cool air hitting the wet patch on his neck. He could feel the pulse of his heartbeat as blood rushed to clot the wound, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he leaned his head against the wall. You wiped your lips, eyes pointedly staring at the ground, why was he so horny all the time?? You supposed giving him what he wanted every now and then was good for him right? like enrichment or something? Either way, every time you were finished you got all shy, and God, it just added to his haziness. He fumbled with the bags, trying to pick them all back up as his mind cleared slightly, he had to blink away the fog in his eyes as he watched you cover your face in embarrassment and chuckled.
"Aww what's this? My little vampire getting all shy on me now? C'mon baby, you know I love it when you do that, it's been so long since I've gotten treated like that."
He sighed blissfully, making you die a little more of embarrassment at every word. As you smacked his chest, grabbing his hand as you made your way towards the Cleaner HQ. You couldn't bring him the entire way there of course, and it didn't help your already sheepish demeanor when people were mumbling and eyeing the very clear black and blue stain around the bite mark you'd left on his neck. He was the opposite of you, unabashedly showing it off like a trophy, each set of eyes on him only boosted his mood as he swung your conjoined hands giddily. Cthoni had no idea what nonsense she would have to listen to when he got back.
I've been going insane over jabber recently so heres another one of my nonsensical ramblings
Pt.2 of my other childhoodbsf!Jabber x f!reader (technically I think this should be pt.1 but oh well) :)
Reading pt.1 is not necessary at all, but could be fun to read after if you're interested
Again, this is 100% a self indulgent fic. im too lazy to add warnings right now, but nothing too crazy.
Severely unedited, I'm sorry 😔🙏
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Jabber Wonger wasn't always insane, at least that's what he'd like to believe. His life only really started when he met you. You, the cowardly girl. You, the weak one. You, the one with hate in her eyes. It was gradual at first, how he'd notice you sitting alone in the alley hiding from fights. He'd asked about you once, receiving a mere shrug and your name. Oh God, your name, (Name), he was more than intrigued now. Atleast, as intrigued as a seven year old could get. The next time he saw you, he abandoned all sense of propriety, not that he'd had much to begin with.
"Hey, you, girl."
He was crude, standing above your tired body with a smile on his face. A hand outstretched as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His world had widened that day, showing Jabber things he'd never thought possible. The sheer hatred in your eyes when you lifted your head sent a shiver down his spine. You'd be his — whether you wanted to be or not — he decided as he stared gleefully into your glare. You were filthy, even he could tell that much, malnourished too. Thats okay, he'll fix you up good, you'd have to be healthy to fight after all. Even Jabber at the ripe age of seven knew that asking to fight right off the bat wouldn't work, so he settled.
"Hungry? Ma's cooking right now. Come."
It wasn't a question, why would it be? You were his now, and soon enough, he would be yours too. He just had to make you see that. Your eyes narrowed into a pitiful glare, but the pain in your stomach was enough to get you off the ground, taking his outstretched hand as you followed him. Everything raced through Jabber's mind at once, you'd be strong soon, and he could be patient for once. What was it his dad called it? An investment? Yeah, he was investing in you, and though he didn't fully grasp it yet, it would be the best investment of his life. Your hand felt so small in his, he'd noted as he dragged you behind him down the familiar streets that led to his home, the scent of his mom's cooking was already wafting through the air, they were close. He held onto you a little tighter, not wanting you to slip away, he couldn't lose you now, not after he'd finally gotten this far. Opening the door without any regard for quietness, he barged into his home, dragging you, stumbling slightly as your feet hooked on the doorstep. He called out for food, including you as if you'd always been there, as if it was right for you to be here, and any other outcome would be wrong, sinful even.
"We're hungry!"
His parents could be heard in the background, not that he'd cared, dragging your thin body towards the table, watching as his mom portioned out an extra plate for their guest, no questions asked, though the look she shot to her husband was a clear sign this wasn't a regular occurrence. He remembers clearly how you'd eaten like you were starved, which looking back on it, you probably were. He hadn't let go of your hand despite the impairment to his own eating, and once you were done he dragged you off, not even thinking of finishing his meal. He'd much rather get you ready, you were his after all. He'd treated you almost like a doll, dragging you by the hand as he gathered things, not that you'd complained. You were more than happy to go along with his whims now that he'd fed you, the glare wiped from your face as you followed him through his home.
"(Name)."
He remembers the way you said your name, he remembers it all so clearly. It was the first time you'd spoken to him after all. A grin etched itself from ear to ear across his face. He turned to face you, erratic movements halted as he took you in. Eyes traced every part of your face before he spoke, replying in turn with his own name. The stillness didn't last long, soon he was back to collecting items from around the house. You had followed obediently as he brought you to the bath, sitting you down in the tub before shaking his head at his actions.
"Okay.. mom said I shouldn't watch other people bathe. Do you know how to?"
It was a simple question, he remembers the dirt streaks across your face as you shook your head, face twisted in self loathing, as though you'd disappointed him and yourself with the gesture. He sighed, it was cute really, a seven year old with fists of steel and a heart stolen by someone he hadn't even known all the way, that didn't matter to him though. He'd decided you belonged to eachother, end of story. There was no other options in his mind, not that you had thought any differently.
"Kay, I'll get my ma, she can help ya."
The sentence was short, the delivery almost bored, but the way her face relaxed, as if seeing that he wasn't angry with her was all that mattered, made him grin as he ran off to get his mom. After a few hours had passed and you were passed out in his bed he finally allowed himself to turn in for the night too. Tomorrow you'd be better, yeah? You were fed, cleaned, clothed, housed, and now you belonged somewhere, you belonged to someone. What else could you need? Tomorrow, he decided, he'd start teaching you to fight. First though, came sleep.
"Cmon! Just one hit? It doesn't even have to be hard!"
Jabber whined, rolling around in the dirt behind their house, as if it could absorb his frustration. Though not at you, never at you. It had been weeks now, and you refused to even try and hit him. You were a scaredy-cat, that much was clear now, not to mention ridiculously weak from God knows how long of malnourishment while you rotted away in those alleys. Your reply was shy and meek, as if talking back would injure you.
"I don't want to hurt you. You saved me, Jabber."
Another whine left his lips, followed by reassurances that he wanted you to hurt him. Worry painted your gaze, he'd been able to read you easily enough now, he'd always been perceptive after all. At this point it'd almost been two months of you living with him, and you'd adapted to him, going along with any whim of his, aside from this. Fighting was something you were strongly against. You'd told him once that hitting him would be like telling him you hated him and everything he'd done for you, which you couldn't bear. He'd waved you off at the time, not realising how stubborn you could be.
"Fine, we can do strength training instead then!"
The way your face lit up at his compromise had his ears heating up, not that he'd payed it much attention. A smirk crossed his lips as he threw you into a frankly ridiculous routine, it was clearly more than any other child your age would be able to do, not that you complained, only quitting when your body finally gave out in protest. He was absolutely star struck. You were perfect. He knew he'd never leave your side, not willingly atleast.
Months flew by faster than he could keep up with them, and as he grew, his masochistic urges grew with him. You on the other hand seemed to adjust perfectly, honestly? sometimes jabber felt like you were reading his mind – no, it was more like you'd crawled into his brain and made a home for yourself there, always able to see what was going on behind his eyes. It was slow at first, as you learned to fight –finally giving in to his wishes – you had learned to read him perfectly, the way he'd cozy up to your side, pestering you until you'd shove him away and glare at him. At first, that was all it took to satisfy him, then time passed, and his needs grew alongside the two of you.
You saw it before he did sometimes, the way his fingers would twitch, like his body couldn't contain the feeling anymore and it needed to be released. He still remembers the first time you punched him. He had been clinging to your back, rambling about some nonsense in the hopes you'd get fed up with him and throw him off you. Seems he had underestimated your annoyance that time, but God, the result? a swift hit to the face that sent him to the ground. He felt alive, like every nerve was alight and all he could focus on was the pain in his nose, electricity coursing through his veins. You had crouched next to him, watching him grin and shudder before nodding, as if you'd known what he'd needed before he had. That day had changed everything, he no longer wanted a glare or shove, he wanted you to hurt him, he wanted to feel that way again, like his body was able to feel every piece of your touch, long after it had faded. It only escalated from there, you had bitten him once after he shoved his finger in your face. His jaw dropped and his knees felt weak, the marking that you had left? he wanted it tattoed so he could remember it forever. He soon discovered that any marks you left on him made him feel more alive than any pain you could inflict, a bruise from your punch? he would press it constantly to feel you hitting him again. Your bite marks on his skin? he shivered everytime he touched them, tracing them with a stupid grin on his face. You truly were perfect for him. Strangely though, he no longer felt the same about the bruises others left on him, he'd been surprised when a fight had ended, and instead of that familiar excitement coursing through him at the bruises scattering his body, he felt somewhat disgusted, that was your job, your privilege, he didn't want other people marking him, only you. you. you. you. his perfect (Name). And that time when someone else bit him as a last resort? the anger he felt that day was something akin to the sun, burning, insatiable, and massive. he'd felt dirty after, like the only way to resolve this was to cut it out of his skin, then murder his assailant. Luckily (in your eyes atleast), you'd found him before anything had happened, pacifying him with your teeth and scratches. Ohh your scratches. he loved them so much, almost as much as your pretty teeth, the way your nails sunk into his skin, tearing him apart? he loved every second of it, after all, nothing could compare to the way he felt when you drew his blood. If you were a drug – scratch that, it wasn't an 'if', you were his drug, and he was addicted. Not that he wanted to overcome it, on the contrary, he wanted more, he wanted to overdose on your touch, feel you in his veins. If he was to die, he wanted it to be by your hands, no exceptions. If you wanted, he wouldn't even fight back.
It was at age nine when he had deemed you stronger than him. You protested, of course, by that time he had rubbed off on you enough that any harm inflicted by him was no longer painful, it was simply routine. You hadn't yet realised it, but he had. It was in the little things, the way you let him drag you around. The way your words were law. The way you looked when drunk off his violence, eyes shining with a fire he lit. He was yours, completely and utterly. Someone laid their hands on you? As if. You hadn't realised it yet, but you had him mesmerized, he would follow you anywhere, God, he'd cross the border for you if you asked. He was whipped, not that he knew the meaning of the word, you were always the one with the fancy vocabulary. Honestly he'd probably learned more from you than that run-down school his parents had enrolled the two of you in. No matter how often he said it, it would always ring true. He was yours. that was an indisputable fact of life. It was more apparent to him than anything else, yeah sure, the sun rose in the morning, but maybe one day people would find out it didn't, not the way they thought, but with you? That would never happen, He would be yours, always and forever, it didn't matter what anyone said, it didn't matter if somehow, someway, you ended up on opposite sides of a war, nothing else mattered when it came to you.
That's why, when he found that set of jewelry, he had to take it. It was far too expensive for him to buy, but who needed money when you had sleight of hand? Before the vendor even saw him he was gone, bag tucked in his pocket as he walked back to you, the velvet rubbing against his fingers as he grinned. He was able to single you out immediately, he didn't need to see you to know where you were to find you, it was like second nature as he wandered through the crowded streets, turning corner after corner until he found you.
You were smiling, and he felt off. Why were you smiling, if not at him? His eyes zeroed in on the current object of you attention, a scowl gracing his features, wiping the excitement off his face as he saw the theif who'd stolen what was rightfully his. There was a cat, all black, it seemed to be a kitten, curled in your lap as you stroked it's fur. It was a mangy little thing, purring like it owned you, fur matted and one ear with a cut clean through it. Stupid thing, who'd it think it was? He was yours, first and foremost, always. Nothing would take that away from him. He scoffed, making you raise your head, he watched as your hands stilled, features lighting up as you registered his presence behind you. You stood up quickly, showing off the kitten as if he you'd found buried treasure.
"Look Jabs! Isn't he so cute? I thought you'd like him! Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to wander off..."
She pulled the kitten closer to her chest, as if seeking comfort from it upon seeing the scowl on his face. He quickly realized his mistake, letting his annoyance towards the new addition fade as he soaked in your attention. The velvet pouch hung heavy in his pocket, reminding him of his earlier giddiness. He grabbed the kitten unceremoniously, making it yelp as he held it in one hand, grabbing yours with the other. Damn thing looked like it had fleas, he wouldn't let them bite you, he couldn't. So he accepted the burden as he dragged you home, dumping the cat in oil to kill off the fleas before washing it off with you by his side, debating names for the stupid thing as you leaned into his side. It hindered him slightly, but he'd never dream of thinking of it like that, if anything the cat was hindering him from getting to be closer to you. Speaking of, the gremlin wouldn't stop thrashing and howling, as if the lukewarm water was killing it slowly. He scoffed, watching as his blood mixed with the water from the scratches littering his skin. What did it think this was? The inky one allowed to cut and bite him was you. He held the cat tighter, scrubbing it roughly as you muttered apologies beside him, he brushed you off – in his eyes, nothing you could do would ever be wrong.
Once the newly named Meeko was bathed and dried Jabber watched as you coddled the thing. He wasn't jealous, atleast that's what he kept telling himself. Why would he be? He was yours first, no stupid animal could override that. Right..? The weight of the gifts he had gotten you hung heavy at his side, momentarily forgotten as he watched you put the cat down and walk towards him. He raised a brow, watching as you stopped infront of him, a soft smile on your face before delivering the heaviest blow he's ever gotten from you. The feeling of your lips on his cheek set his body ablaze, his hands grasped at nothing by his sides. You were so soft against him, eyes closed as you pressed love so soft he wasn't sure it was for him against him. He could feel the heat radiating off him, he wondered if you could too. Could you hear his heart? how fast it was beating? did you feel the way his breath hitched at your touch? did you see the longing in his eyes as you finally pulled away? the way his hands reached out just too late to keep you there?
"Thank you, Jabber. I really am grateful for you, and everything you've done for me."
The words were spoken so softly that if he hadn't been fixated on your every breath he doubts he would've heard it. Your expression then had seared itself into his mind forevermore. Eyes pointed at the ground, cheeks warm and a bashful smile on your face as you poured a portion of your heart out onto his, filling all the gaps and cracks he never knew existed. His face couldn't heat up anymore if he'd thrown boiling water on it. Hands frozen at his side as his mouth opened and closed like the car window he'd broken last week. He'd stuttered the day you kissed him. It was the first time he could remember having such a visceral reaction, nervous giggles leaving his mouth as he tried to pull his scattered brain back together in order to answer you.
"I-its nothing... I'd, well, I'd do anything for you, you know that."
The words left his mouth before he could process them, eyes widening as they darted around, looking for any distraction that might get him out of this blubbering mess you've turned him into. Your giggling snapped him out of it, then and there he realised, he would marry you one day. Actually, why wait? He pulled the velvet pouch out of his pocket, searching for the ring that caught his eye earlier, ignoring the rest of the items as his fingers made contact with the cool metal. He drew in a shaky breath, your eyes were on him alone, and he knew he looked a mess, eyes filled with adoration as he took a knee, that what his dad did, so it must be how you propose, yeah? With one knee touching the ground, he grabber your hand, vaguely aware of the kitten wreaking havoc and his parents aweing in the doorway as he swallowed the nerves. He pulled the ring up to your finger, watching your expression change from shock to something he couldn't name. He adored that look, it was what had him on his knees in the first place. you looked at him like he was everything, like he could carry the world and still be able to hold your hand despite everything, you looked at him with everything he didn't know yet, and everything he could recite from heart about why he loved you. Oh... that was it, wasnt it? He loved you. That was the look in your eyes as you watched him slip the ring onto your finger.
Love.
You loved him.
The moment was shattered as his parents cooed in the background, watching your face light in flames as you waited for him to let go of your hand. Instead, he held your hand tighter, standing up as he pulled you into his arms, which you gladly took as a way to shield your burning face from your now parents in law(!?) Jabber, of course, started laughing, the rare moment of tenderness dead and buried as he teased you, causing you to punch him in the face, to which he simply laughed harder, his parents, used to all of this, congratulated the two of you. Their ditzyness was endearing most of the time, but when they darted out of the door to get a marriage certificate to make it official your jaw dropped. Sputtering as you tried to stop them, but it was too little too late, they already saw you as their daughter anyways, why not make it official?
Quick lil childhoodbsf!Jabber x reader fic that was eating away at my brain!
Skip if you wish - vital instrument info!
Mc's vital instrument is three pieces of jewelry that make up a set, Nephalym, split into Ne(ring->glove, left ring finger) with the power to create medicines, Pha(ring->claw, right index finger) able to create painkillers and other drugs, and Lym(necklace with locket) grants accelerated natural healing to mc & her closest relationship. (Creative... I know)
Warnings!
ooc characters (Jabber especially), Fem!Reader, fully self indulgent, pet names (Babe, Baby, etc), violence, swearing, Jabber being Jabber, they got married as kids(as kids do), sexual references, biting, drug/poison use (intoxication), slight accidental zanka x reader?
I think that's all! (Pt.2 posted here :)
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦
The group followed the off-putting woman as she led them towards a dark abandoned car garage, the place felt like it was asking her to go home as she hesitated, following Rudo's excited lead as she voiced her thoughts.
"I dunno about this guys... maybe I should wait out here, you know... in case anything happens inside.." She protested half-heartedly, already knowing the answer she would recieve.
"Of course not, you're the most experienced fighter here, (Name), we need you if anything happens." Gris replied, giving her an encouraging pat on the back.
Unbeknownst to their little group, one of those hiding in the shadows perked up at the little exchange a grin splitting their face from ear to ear in excitement.
The fight between Zanka and Jabber had just ended, Zanka dragged himself pitifully across the floor, worried more so for (name) than anyone else, that man was strong, and she was terrified of everything, he needed to protect her, now. He crawled his way over, hearing a voice in the distance, he muttered a few curses before moving faster.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" A voice came from the Shadows, a strikingly familiar voice at that. (Name) whipped around faster than she thought possible, staring at where the voice came from with a gleam in her eyes the others rarely saw. A squeal of excitement left her throat as she threw her arms up, not caring for the strange conditions surrounding their reunion.
"Hey baby, you miss me?"
Jabber stepped out of the shadows, a large grin plastered on his face as he opened his arms and walked towards her, the others backing away and yelling at her to stay back as she met Jabber half way, embracing him as he spun them around, causing confusion to flow through their onlookers from both sides. A cleaner and a Raider? Come on now, this isn't Romeo and Juliet.
"Jabber!" She exclaimed, crushing him in her grip, giggles leaving her mouth while Mankira slightly piercing her thighs as he held her up, the feeling sending a shiver up her spine. Before anyone could react she grinned and sent a punch straight to his face, causing him to drop her and go flying back into a wall. Zanka, who had finally caught up, felt his jaw drop at the sudden action, never having witnessed the cowardly medic confront someone first, physically atleast. What stunned them all more, were the ecstatic cackles that left Jabber mouth as he sit back up running at (Name) who shrieked in excitement, giggling as he came at her with Mankira, her own Nephalym blocking its path.
"Wuahhh! Babe you know I love it when you hit first! Come on, I'm so close!" Jabber groaned, licking his lips, "Hit me a lil harder next time, yeah? Mark me up good!" He grinned manically, lunging towards her as his poisoned claws sliced at her ribs, she giggled in delight, sighing at the familiar feeling of the neurotoxins invading her bloodstream. "I missed that feeling," she smiles, clawing back with Pha, injecting Oxycodone into his veins with a wink. "I've got a present for you too!" He laughs, delighted as the painkillers start working their way through his system, no longer able to feel the multiple cuts and bruises that littered his body. It was an apology, really, as her next strike crushed his ribs before she jumped away, panting with the adrenaline, excitement, and strenuous activity.
As the two went back to fighting there was varying levels of confusion and worry amongst her friends. "What the actual fuck happened to her??" Zanka asked with wide eyes, following the fight that was taking place, "I... I'm not sure, I knew she was powerful, but I've never seen her like this before, it's like she's a while different person." Gris responded, like Zanka, his eyes were stuck on the girl who wore a grin as she took hits and returned them with the Raider she somehow knew by name. "So, uh, you guys didn't know he was her boyfriend either..?" Rudo chimed in, listening intently to the words being exchanged between the pair, eager for some form of context.
"HER WHAT?!" The two replied in sync, mirroring expressions aswell, shock evident in the way their Jaws hung slack and their eyes tried to escape the information overloading their brains. "Yeah, I mean, he was calling her babe and everything, so I just thought... or is it different on the ground?" Rudo mumbled in response, still wrapped in his own veil of confusion as he tried to process how the girl who had just been asking to go home or atleast just stay outside was now fighting the enemy so... he wasn't even sure how to describe it actually, she was fighting for her life, but the grin of her face and the laughter escaping it told a different story, as if this was something she was used to, something she looked forward to, she was delighted to be fighting, having the time of her life even. What the hell was going on??
"No.. I can't say that's not an indicator of romance down here too..." Gris muttered, hand rubbing his eye as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "She never mentioned it, so I never really thought about it.." Follo finally chimed in, eyes struggling to keep up with the fight infront of them that only escalated, the two moving faster with each exchange as though it was fueling them to do better. "She's single, she told Semiu that while being a shameless flirt." Zanka scoffed, still confused and now slightly angry as his brain struggled to fit the pieces of multiple puzzles together to make a mishmashed picture that didn't make any sense.
"Okay, wait... let me recap." Rudo spoke up, hand on his chin as he tried to go over everything in his mind. "So, (Name) is a coward, single, and a cleaner of... what was it? four years? She somehow knows this Raider guy, whos our enemy, they're fighting, happily at that, he keps calling her pet names, they're high out of their minds right now, and they're pretty evenly matched, like this isn't the first time they're fighting... is that it? I might be missing stuff." Rudo spoke up, trying to put his thoughts in order before mumbling a quiet "This is so confusing!" as the others thought his words over. "Uh, yeah, she can apparently inject others with drugs?!" Zanka cried out, a hand threading through his hair as if to clear the confusion fogging his thoughts.
"Yeah, I could've sworn she could only make medicines with Nephalym..." Follo chimed in, eyes in disbelief as she was thrown in the air like a child by Jabber before using her newfound momentum to pin him to the ground with an excited yell, pausing to catch her breath before grinning, bearing her teeth and sinking them into the tender flesh of his neck until she drew blood. the sticky red liquid clung to her lips and chin as she licked it up, going as far to lick it off his neck aswell.
Jabber on the otherhand shuddered in delight at the feeling of her teeth puncturing his skin, eyes rolling back as he groaned, holding her neck down with a clawed hand as she ran her tounge over the fresh marking. He looked like he was torn between continuing the fight or just letting her do whatever she wanted with him, a lovesick grin plastered in his face as his eyes followed her every breath and swipe of her tounge over his blood coating her mouth. "Fuckkk baby, just like that." He panted heavily, letting his head fall back against the ground with a groan and a few curses as he secured her body against him, wrapping his hands around her waist, leaving pinpricks of poison and antidote along her torso, eyes closed in pleasure as she sighed happily.
That's when Zanka snapped, being somewhat consumed with rage as he seethed about his own experience with Jabber and his ruthlessness. Gris quickly shushed him and pointed back to where (Name) straddled Jabber, pinning his hands above his head with a giddy smile on her face. the fight seemingly over as they conversed, Jabber seeming all too happy to stay pinned under her like this.
"Its been like, forever since I've seen you!" She whined as their bodies took on a dim gold hue that had their audience wondering if it was just a hallucination. "Why didn't you visit? You know how worried I was you asshole?!" She slammed his hands back into the dirt, biting at the other side of his neck as he shuddered, another groan escaping his lips. A frown overtaking her face as his shifted to pleasure.
"Cmon, (Nickname), you know I wouldn't just be able to walk into the Cleaner HQ, I'm a Raider now, I would've gotten my ass beat, and not by you! that wouldn't be any fun! Then someone else would be marking me up, you know thats your privilege, baby!" He whined, sitting up and shifting her weight into his arms as he stood up, her body instinctively wrapping around his as he held her up with one arm. "You know how hot that was? I coulda come in my pants if you had kept me down for much longer. If those pretty teeth of your latch onto me one more time i might have to take you back with me." He grinned, a loving and lustful look emanating from him as he made no moves to bring her to her friends. "Nice to see you still got Nephalym though, thought ya woulda thrown 'er out by now cause you didn't want anything to do with me." He grinned, a small snicker leaving his mouth as she rolled her eyes.
"You're so dramatic, just cause you refused to visit doesn't mean I'd throw out my most prized possessions cause you got them for me." she laughed, leaning back in his arms as he supported her, "Also, stop being such a freak infront of my team." she gave him a light hit on the shoulder as she hopped down from his arms, not a second too late as Zanka grabbed hold of her protectivly, pointing his Assistaff at Jabber, threatening him to keep his distance as her eyes went wide.
"Stay the fuck away from her." He spoke lowly, eyes glaring holes into Jabber as he backed away, (Name) still snug in his hold. "Woah, woah, Zanka, it's okay, he's a friend-" She started to explain before Jabber pouted with a whine, crossing his arms while cutting her off. "We're married! how could you say that we're just friends, you're breaking my heart here, dear wife." Jabber smirked, tugging her out of Zankas arms to stand by his side as the boy reacted with Assisaff pointed threateningly to Jabbers neck. Pulling her left hand up infront of Zanka.
"Go on, show him babe." He pressed, making her sigh and show off her ring finger, adorned with Ne, the first piece of her vital instrument, and also her wedding ring while he showed off his own, a silver ring that stood out from the rest on his left hand. "God, Jabber, we were like, what? Ten? You can't just go around saying shit, you'll just confuse them more, I already have a ridiculous amount to explain.." He gasped, offended, replying with a whine. "How could you say that! firstly, we were nine! Our age didn't matter then, and it sure as hell don't matter now. We're married, that's final (Name)."
He smirked, planting a smug kiss to the ring as she deadpanned at him. "Oh my fuck... ignore him. Everybody... just please ignore him, for my own sanity if nothing else." she groaned, massaging her temples as a Jabber induced headache started up. "He's my bestfriend, we've known eachother since we were kids. Matter of fact, he's the one who got me Nephalym. He's only a danger most of the time, we fought, he got rid of his horniness, for now atleast... speaking of it'll probably come back soon, I'm gonna sedate you, kay?"
She didn't wait for confirmation before sinking a claw into Jabbers neck and injecting him with some sedatives and hallucinogens to keep him entertained and out of the way, though it seemed to have the opposite effect as he clung to her like a child begging for attention as she tried to explain the current situation. "You know what, let's just... yeah, let's have this talk at HQ..."
She sighed as Jabber manhandled her like a stuffed animal as he pushed them onto the ground to sit in her lap as she ran a hand down his back with a fond smile on her face. "You're such a child." She muttered, to which he grinned, nuzzling into her neck, nipping at it softly. "You got someone to pick you up? or are you gonna have to deal with coming back with us?" She asked quietly, not wanting others to prepare to chain him up and bring him back to the cleaners for information. He just nodded, saying someone should be there soon and to shut up and let him enjoy this before Cthoni picked him up. she sighed with a smile but indulged him as she continued to pamper him, much to the disgust of some, and the confusion of all her friends.
