hi i'm chan! i like making ocs and writing self-insert fics. i mainly write stuff for scaramouche, but i'm going to try and branch out more eventually. thanks for the support! this post will be updated from time to time. - 🌿
current interests: jujutsu kaisen, love and deepspace, wuthering waves, stardew valley
current husbands: scaramouche, sylus, satoru gojo, suguru geto, toshinori yagi
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× scaramouche × toshinori yagi × sylus
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× yiren
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Summary: Wanderer isn't the softest at times, but around you, he sometimes becomes a lovesick fool.
Word Count: 600+
Contains: Gender-neutral reader, Wanderer POV, fluff, established relationship, Wanderer and reader live together
A/N: Thanks for the positive response to my fics! I really appreciate it!
It had been three days since Wanderer had last seen you. It wasn't as if the two of you were attached at the hip, but this was certainly the longest you'd gone without seeing each since you started dating.
But luckily, today was the day you would be returning from your trip from the desert. You had insisted that you would be fine on your own, and he was confident in your ability to care for yourself. Still, that didn't stop him from thinking about you. Were you eating well? Were you staying cool and hydrated? Were you thinking of him?
Wanderer didn't consider himself a worry wart or an overthinker, but after a mere 24 hours without your presence, you were all he could think about. He wasn't sure exactly when you would be arriving, but he had bought some lunch from your favorite cafe and even tidied the house thoroughly in wait of your arrival. And now he was in your bedroom, lounging on your bed in the comfort of your scent. Soon you'd be home and he'd get to enjoy the real deal.
It's then that he finally hears the telltale jingle of keys and the front door being unlocked.
"I'm home!"
He's up and out of bed, through the hall, and at your side in a mere matter of seconds. You barely have time to register that he's there while you're setting down your travel pack.
"Welcome home," Wanderer murmurs coolly as if he weren't waiting for you restlessly all day. His arms are already outstretched as he steps closer, wrapping them around your waist as he tugs you firmly into his chest, making you let out a gleeful 'oh!'. You fit so perfectly that he's tempted to just stay attached to you like this for the remainder of the day.
"I missed you. Were you waiting for me?" you hum happily, hugging him back tight. You squeeze him around the shoulders, pecking his cheek lightly before pressing your lips against his in a soft lingering kiss.
"I suppose I was," he whispers against your mouth before pulling back to look at your face. "If I told you I was waiting, would that make you happy?" His hand touches your cheek carefully, caressing the smooth skin with his thumb as he notes the exhaustion in your eyes. Even if your journey was uneventful, it was still a long way.
You smile at him lazily and peck the corner of his mouth. "Yes, actually. That would be so cute of you."
His lip tugs into a small smirk before he leans in to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
"Then yes, I was waiting for you all day—and the day before that, and before that," he mumbles against your skin. He kisses the spot just below your jaw before lifting his head up to meet your gaze.
"I deserve another kiss for waiting so patiently," he adds casually, already leaning in to close the distance.
You chuckle in amusement, nodding as you too lean in. "Aw, so eager."
The kiss is firmer this time, sweeter too. One of Wanderer's hands moves to rest on the back of your neck, keeping your head in place as he gets his fill of you. Each time you try to pull back, he simply holds you still, not letting you escape anytime soon.
"I need to shower!" you giggle against his lips, lips pulled into a big dopey smile as you press at his shoulders lightly.
"Not yet." He kisses you a little harder to make his point.
With a sigh, you simply accept your fate, knowing that Wanderer wasn't going to release you anytime soon. Not until he's given you three days worth of kisses that is.
HELLO IM REALLY IN LOVE ON HOW YOU WRITE WANDERER!!!! May i request fem! Reader x Wanderer fluff where reader is kind of insecure of her body? Like shes a bit chubby and she has scars or whatever you want. But shes dismissive and very moody about it like she cries for a second and after that shes like “wait this is stupid why am i crying abt it lol” and js goes on abt her day.
and wanderer is super confused but tries to figure her out in anyway possible.
THANKYOUU 💗💗💗🥰🥰🥰
I appreciate you! This reader is so me lol. I do this alllll the time.
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wardrobe malfunction
Pairing: Wanderer x fem!Reader
Summary: You and Wanderer have a date, but you're having wardrobe problems.
Word Count: 600+
Contains: fem!reader, chubby/insecure/dramatic reader, established relationship, fluff
Wanderer is leaned up against the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed as he watches you in silence. This is the fifth outfit you've changed into in the last 30 minutes and your reservation at the local restaurant is coming up in 20. Normally, he lets you do as you please, but he's getting genuinely concerned with the way you're getting more and more distressed.
"Ugh, this one looks bad too..." you grumble to yourself, staring at yourself in the mirror with a deep frown. The way the fabric settled around your belly and hips isn't too your liking, and no matter how many times you've changed, it looks exactly the same. You tug at the sides of your dress, hoping it will change the look of it somehow, but no, it just settles in the exact same folds. Your frustration has been steadily growing and it seems it's about to reach a breaking point.
"I'm so....ugly!" you begin to whine as you practically tear off your dress, tossing it at the mirror once it's off. You swore it looked cute when you bought it, but now it just looks awful! Your eyes begin to glisten with tears, a huff of annoyance escaping your lips as you pace in front of your closet, losing hope that anything will look good.
"You're not ugly," Wanderer chips in calmly as he walks over and picks the dress up off the ground. He honestly liked all the outfits you picked, but he knows his reassurance won't be any help when you're in this state.
"I aaaam. Nothing looks good on me!" You groan in despair as you plop down onto the edge of your bed, shoulders slumping in defeat. The reservation was coming up soon too and it was just stressing you out even more.
Wanderer folds the dress over his forearm and approaches you. He reaches out and lightly pinches the fat of your cheek. "Everything looks good on you. You're being picky."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"Am not!"
You cross your arms with a pout, ignoring his fingers on your skin as you sniffle lightly. He stops pinching you and pats the top of your head comfortingly. It only makes your eyes more watery.
"Cry if you need to cry. Do you want me to help you pick an outfit?" he asks, hoping that'll at least temporarily appease your swell of emotions. Despite his composed demeanor, his mind is moving a mile a minute at the sight of your tears.
"You're too pretty to be crying over a dress," Wanderer continues softly as he unfolds the dress and lets it hang fully to look at it properly. He was with you the day you bought it and he remembers how excited you were to wear it properly. He has no idea why you hate it now. It's genuinely a cute dress, especially on you.
You let out a deep sigh as you look down at yourself, fingers poking at your chubby belly. "I'm too pretty to be crying over a dress," you repeat his words to yourself before abruptly getting to your feet. You wipe away your tears and place your hands on your hips, demeanor shifting to something more confident. It's like a switch was flicked.
"We're going to be late for our date!" And suddenly the concern for your appearance is swapped to your concern of missing your reservation.
You pull the dress out of Wanderer's hands and slip it back on in a mere matter of seconds. He blinks incredulously at the sudden change, watching you curiously as you tug the dress down and straighten it out.
Doing a few small turns in the mirror, you smile, satisfied with what you see. "I actually do look pretty cute in this, right?" you ask, turning towards him with a sheepish smile as if you weren't just in tears over it earlier.
Wanderer can only nod, letting out a small chuckle as he steps behind you and places his hands on your soft hips. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he stares at your reflections in the mirror. "Yeah, you look cute."
hii i love ur writing sm ur interpretation of wanderer is peak !!! 💯 Can I have like a fic of him with someone who's super sensitive shy and overall someone who actually is like scared or disliking him (?) (sorry I'm too bad at describing stuff 😭😭😭) but wanderer really really wanna hang out with them and talk to them yk- it's ok if u don't wanna write this i completely respect it take ur time !!
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Glad you enjoy my work! I hope this is along the vibes of what you wanted! <3
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the quiet one
Pairing: Wanderer x Reader
Summary: You're first impression of Wanderer wasn't great, but he won't leave you alone.
Word Count: 1100+
Contains: Gender-neutral reader, shy/sensitive reader, reader POV, Akademiya life, fluff, strangers to tentative friends, Wanderer implied to have a crush on reader if you squint
Wanderer was literally everywhere you went. He was in the same classes, his dorm was in the same hall as yours and he went to the same spots for breaks as you did—it felt like he was following you. While some would jump at the chance to befriend the handsome genius that took the Akademiya by storm, you were not one of them.
Frankly put, you don't like him all that much. He's haughty, distant and has a bit of an arrogant disposition. While not outwardly pretentious like some of your other classmates, he seems cold even when he's being polite. It's off-putting to someone like you—that someone being shy and a bit awkward.
Though, it's not as if he has ever been particularly rude to you. The opposite, is true in fact. But your first interaction with him left a lasting impression.
You had been sitting beside each other in class and in your hurry to write down notes, you'd tipped your inkwell over. The entire top half of the page immediately drowned in ink, bleeding through your journal and leaving much of your notes indecipherable. Not wanting to make a scene, you had managed to fish out a handkerchief and hurriedly dabbed away what you could, leaving your fingers blotted in black.
While you were silently panicking, Wanderer simply watched you with a disinterested expression. After a beat, he pulls out his own handkerchief and sets it near you for you to use.
"Klutz."
It wasn't harsh, it wasn't cruel, it wasn't judgemental. It was just stated like a fact, murmured like a passing thought. And that's all he had said in your time of need. It left you momentarily stunned that he could be so aloof.
You felt heat creeping up your neck and cheeks, hands hurriedly wiping at your journal in hopes of salvaging anything, but to no avail. You couldn't even look at him, too focused on the way your heart seemed to be pounding in your ears the more flustered you got, and it was just so embarrassing that you wished that Lesser Lord Kusanali would appear to turn you into dust.
By the time class ended, you were the first out of the lecture hall, power walking your way to the bathroom to save face. That was your first impression of him, and the humiliation from the accident made you dislike him. You ignored the fact that the next day there was a new inkwell on your desk, along with a new journal filled with rewritten notes. You also ignored the fact that the handwriting looked suspiciously like Wanderer's.
Since then, you've done what you could to avoid him. Little things like swapping seats and running the moment he was anywhere near you. It was a bit of an overreaction, but the further away you were from him, the happier you were. It didn't seem to help much though since he seemed to almost insist on being in your presence.
Today was no different. Tucked away in the corner of the library, you have your nose in a book. You didn't quite understand the lesson from earlier that day, and felt a little too shy to ask the professor for clarification. So now you're rereading the last two chapters in hopes to parse some of the information on your own.
It wasn't going well.
With a sigh, you raise your head away from the pages, feeling like you're about to go cross-eyed. As your eyes leave the page to look forward, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Wanderer sitting across from you, casually writing in his journal.
When did he get here?
His eyes flick up to meet your gaze for a moment and you immediately look back down at your book, missing the amusement flickering in his gaze. Your legs bounce nervously under the table as you try to decide whether to make your escape now or just ignore him since he seems to be preoccupied studying.
"What's the matter? No hello? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckles, his voice calm and cool as ever. You feel like he's mocking you. He in fact just thinks you're cute when you're nervous.
You glance up awkwardly, throat feeling tight like the words refuse to come out. "I uh...what?" you manage to mutter in response, the sound as weak as you feel. You grip the edge of your book tighter, pulling it towards you slightly like a shield.
Wanderer doesn't respond right away, watching you with an unreadable expression. When he finally speaks, his tone shifts to something a little less sarcastic and just a bit softer. "Relax. I'm not going to bite your head off."
You squirm in place awkwardly, a small placating laugh escaping you before your lips pull into a light frown. "I don't know that..."
He huffs through his nose and reaches out to tap the page you were reading, drawing your attention back to it. "You were struggling in class. You can ask for help."
Your thumb traces a small path back and forth on the page, unsure of what he was getting at. Was he calling you dumb?
Wanderer stares at you expectantly, but you're not looking at him. You're just staring at your book, shoulders tense and posture avoidant. "I was just a little confused is all," you reply quietly, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.
"Then ask me for help."
You look up in confusion, head tilting to one side like you didn't hear him properly. He meets your gaze unwavering—waiting.
"You want to help me?" You ask in disbelief, bewildered with the direction this interaction was going.
He sighs in mock exasperation, turning his journal so you can see that his notes are exactly what you needed to understand today's lesson. "Is that how you ask for help?"
You look at his notes, then at him, then back at his notes. So he wasn't making fun of you after all. He was just trying to be...helpful. Strange.
"No, I just um...thanks for the help," you stammer, feeling a little flush at his insistent attention.
Wanderer nods, lips nearly quirking into a smile. "It's barely an inconvenience," he replies with that snark you're more accustomed to. He shuts your book and pushes it to the side before replacing that empty spot with his journal.
"You won't be needing that while I'm here. Rely on me," he continues, somehow managing not to sound like he's belittling you.
There's a strange flutter in your chest that has you looking at him differently, but you accept his much needed help. Maybe you've been judging him too harshly after all.
Summary: Sometimes Wanderer looks at you and is filled with violent affection.
Word Count: 500+
Contains: Gender-neutral reader, established relationship, Wanderer POV, fluff
You weren't doing anything special when he found you; just eating. The kitchen smelled sweet with freshly baked muffins, a plate sitting neat and organized on the counter with the baked treats. He could smell the dark chocolate in the air and feels a swell of affection at your thoughtfulness. You tended to pick out more bitter flavors just for his sake.
You were leaning against the counter, one cheek puffed up as you chewed away happily without a care. Both hands were occupied holding a split muffin as you squirreled it away into your mouth bit by bit. You look like a hamster. A stupidly adorable hamster. Wanderer feels one of his hands clench at his side with the urge to pinch your cheeks.
His line of thought is temporarily halted when you look up to see him watching you. "Oh, hey! I made some muffins for us." And then you grin at him too wide and lovingly in that specific way you do that reveals how happy you are to just be in his presence. It makes his heart clench so viciously that he nearly stomps over to you. But no, he walks over calmly, stopping at your side as he raises his hands to your face.
You blink in confusion, unsure of what he was doing up until his palms press against both your cheeks and pushes them together. Your lips purse into a bewildered pout as your face gets squished. Wanderer can't help but grit his teeth, a sharp smirk on his lips as he feels that rush of cuteness aggression.
"What are you doing?" you mumble in amusement before swallowing down the muffin bits that were stored away in the sides of your mouth.
He doesn't say anything right away. Just stares at you silently, indigo eyes tracing your features slowly. He loves every part of your damn face and it drives him nuts. His jaw clenches ever so slightly, but enough so that you notice and realize what's coming.
"Don't pinch—!"
He pinches your cheeks, pressing down hard enough with his thumb that it nearly hurts. He tugs at the squished skin between his fingers and makes an annoyed sounding huff.
"Stop making that face," he demands, brows furrowing in what looks like irritation, but you know it's just him losing self control.
"I'm not doing anything!" you whine, hands hovering in the air awkwardly with the muffins still occupying them. You have no way to defend yourself against his vicious onslaught.
"You're making that face. Quit looking so cute," he continues, giving your cheeks one last squeeze before finally granting you mercy and loosening his hold. But the relief is short lived as he tilts your face to the side and leans down to chomp on the fat of your cheek.
"Heeeeey!" you squeal through a fit of laughter, squirming in his grasp in an attempt to get free.
Your adorable sounds only fuel the flames of his affection.
He nibbles on your cheek lightly, lips pulled into an amused grin. "It's your fault for being so damn cute. Now quit moving," he mumbles against your cheek, refusing to let go.
"Chew on the muffins, not me!" you cry out dramatically, eyes watering from how hard you're laughing now.
"No thanks. I prefer you," he responds without hesitation.
His hands hold your face firmly as he playfully begins to litter your face with hard kisses. He just wants to squeeze you tight and never let go.
"Oh, now you're smothering me to death!" you wail having given up on escaping anytime soon.
Summary: MC's friend, Skye, is invited to karaoke night with her work colleagues, and his singing is....well...
Word Count: 800+
Contains: Gender-neutral reader, non!mc reader, fem!mc, mc is reader's work colleague, reader is tone deaf, Skye the fruit vendor
A/N: My first time writing Sylus so apologizes if I don't depict him accurately.
Your palms hover near each other, moving back and forth hesitantly as you try to match the tempo of the song. You clap at odd intervals, unsure of where the beat was. The song itself isn't terribly difficult to match, but the singer was off just enough to confuse your own sense of timing.
Skye's confidence needed to be studied because he sang with his whole heart and soul. How does a man that looks like that sing like this? Not that you had any place to talk. You weren't exactly musically-inclined yourself, but still, you didn't think there was someone that could be worse than you.
And it wasn't as if his voice was terrible either. He was just...off tune. And off beat. Off everything. But if you turned the music off, he would probably sound fine.
The secondhand embarrassment was getting to you, and each time you made eye contact with one of your colleagues, they looked like they were fighting for their lives to keep their composure. MC was the only one to outwardly show her...displeasure? Fatigue? Her eyes were closed as she half-hid her face behind her hand like she was trying to vanish into the sofa.
Skye's power truly was incredible to render everyone speechless.
Unable to watch him suffer alone, you grab a nearby microphone and hold it to your lips. Red eyes flit to meet your gaze curiously before they flicker with amusement and perhaps encouragement. So you sing.
And you're just as bad as he is...if not worse.
Your voices mesh together in perfect disharmony and Skye doesn't look like he has a single care in the world. He just leans into it, gesturing for you to sit closer to him with a waggle of his finger. You scoot towards him, only to find yourself trapped against his side as he throws a broad arm around your shoulder securely. He sings with even more gusto as his fingers tap along your arm to the beat he's made up in his head. You follow his lead, fingers tight around the mic in a vice grip.
There's a collective groan of despair.
Unlike Skye, you're not immune to embarrassment. Your face heats up as you refuse to look away from the screen, reading every lyric carefully so you don't have to focus on your colleagues' looks of pure woe. But that's not the only thing making you feel flustered. Having a large, handsome man hold you this close is enough to make any sane person's heart stutter.
You can feel his voice vibrating through his body, his lips pulled into a relaxed smirk like he knows it doesn't matter that he's not hitting these notes. He's just having fun, and he thinks it's adorable that you've joined him of your own volition. At the very least, you both look silly.
By the time the song is done everyone else in the room look as if they've deflated from the performance. Despite how badly you sang, it was fun, but you're not one to prolong everyone's suffering.
"Alright, I think everyone's had enough of me," you say with a sheepish smile, tapping out from singing for the rest of the night. You try not to look directly at Skye. His confidence is distracting.
"How am I to sing without my partner in crime?" He asks pitifully. It nearly makes you laugh in disbelief at how genuine he sounds. You don't realize that he's being dead serious.
"Oh, we're a duo now?" you chuckle as you hand the mic off to MC, who is more than glad to relieve you of it. She shoots Skye a look as if telepathically commanding him to put down the mic.
He does not, of course, his cat-like smirk only widening. Instead, he cocks his head to the side slightly, raising his mic so it's closer to your face. "But of course. Judging by everyone's reaction, we're a perfect match."
You don't know how he can say that with such a straight face, but it makes you burst out laughing, the sound amplified into the speakers.
"Okay, okay. Fine, I graciously accept your offer to be your duet partner," you reply as your laughter dies down, practically grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, it wasn't an offer, sweetie. It was a fact," Skye drawls smugly. He picks up the remote and selects a dramatic ballad made for two. Your cheeks flush a bit at his presumption, but you just sigh dramatically like you're the one doing him a big favor.
"Shall we continue?" he asks, giving you an approving nod before glancing at MC who is actively trying to hide the microphone.
You turn to look at MC, who is now pleading with you with those big doe eyes for mercy. Then you look back at Skye with a cheeky grin, encouraged by his mischief.
In the crowded library, you were almost always guaranteed a seat if Wanderer was around. As far as you knew, no one aside from you had ever sat at his table for longer than a minute. You assumed it was either because the other students were too intimidated by him or that he simply shooed away anyone encroaching on his territory. But lately, you've been wondering if perhaps he's been saving that empty spot specifically for you.
Surely not. It's not like you were special or anything.
"Mind if I sit here?" you ask hopefully, arms straining under the weight of your books.
Wanderer's eyes flit up to you for just a brief moment. You swear you see the corners of his mouth quirk up, but it's gone before you can fully register it.
"Do what you want," he replies with a nonchalant nod. Effortlessly cool.
Maybe he really was saving that spot for you.
With much relief, you set your things down and slide into the seat beside him. Having been in a bit of a rush, your hat has slipped to an awkward position. You reach up and quickly push it back into place, paying no mind to your disheveled look. You miss the way his eyes follow your movements like you're the most interesting thing in the world, but as you turn to look at him, he's already turned his attention back to his book.
You've always considered your relationship to be relatively friendly, though you're not quite sure if you're friends just yet. He's always been helpful—sharing his notes when you fell behind, offering small snacks when you were tired, lending you a quill when you misplaced yours, and the list goes on. Surely it meant that he liked you enough to be friends, right?
"What are you reading?" you ask softly as you peak over at his book, shoulder bumping into his lightly.
Your eyes traced the page curiously. It was one of the most recent editions of Inazuman history. You hadn't gotten around to reading this one yet considering how busy your current workload was. It figures that he'd be reading it since he seemed to be an expert on all things Inazuma. It was impressive. You've read all of his research papers on it.
You feel a light tap on your cheek as he pokes you, signaling his need for space. You pull back with an apologetic grin, murmuring 'sorry' as he simply shrugs and returns his attention to his book. You don't notice the tension in his shoulders at your close proximity.
You just take it as your cue to begin studying, pulling out your journal and the top book on your pile.
Research is, luckily, fruitful as you finish a handful of chapters and fill a couple pages of notes. But you find yourself growing distracted as you keep glancing at Wanderer, who also seems to be watching you each time you look over. He plays it off by acting like he wasn't looking at you, and you find it a good time as any to ask the big question on your mind.
"So I was wondering...it's just a silly thought but...do you like me?" you ask slowly, a sheepish smile on your lips. What a ridiculous thing to just ask someone, but you were curious. It wouldn't harm anything for some clarification, right? Though you realize a bit too late that he might take it the wrong way.
"No, I just let you sit here because you're unbearable," comes his sarcastic response. You miss the way he wipes his sweaty palms on his lap.
A startled laugh is pulled out of you, having not expected that. "So you do like me. That's a relief," you reply, lips pulled wide into a toothy grin as you feel a fluttering in your chest.
Wanderer huffs in amusement at your reaction, but his attempts to act nonchalant are failing as his ears begin to flush pink. He likes when you smile at him like that.
"Not in the way you think," he clarifies quietly, looking away from you as he pretends to fix the sleeve of his uniform.
There's a beat as his words process through your little head and when the realization finally hits, you're left blushing.
You blink in surprise, lips parting like he'd just stolen the breath out of your lungs. "O-Oh? Wait, really?" you stammer out, flustered as you suddenly become aware of how disheveled you look. You find yourself trying to fix your hair a bit, your smile turning almost shy now.
His gaze returns to you and it's his turn to look like the wind got knocked out of him as he takes in your flustered expression. He's never seen that look before and it leaves him absolutely enthralled.
"Yes," he states coolly. You don't realize he's feeling just as flustered from being put on the spot like this. He's underestimated your unpredictability.
As you're still trying to collect yourself, Wanderer takes the opportunity to speak in your silence. "So have lunch with me after we're done here." He says it so confidently despite feeling like he might explode at the possibility of your rejection.
You manage to find your voice after a few seconds, "Y-Yeah, okay! Sounds good to me." Your smile brightens, cheeks burning at this newfound dynamic between the two of you.
Wanderer finally smiles, a simple tug of his lips before returning his attention to his book. "Good. You better start studying."
Quickly, you return to your notes and get to work, eager for lunch to begin.
