Though he'll never say it to your face, he let's you get away with so much. Not because you're good at convincing him to go along with your shenanigans. But because he just can't say no to you.
If you decide that you're going climb on him— whether that be in the comfort of your own home or in broad daylight. Do it. He won't encourage you, but won't stop you either. Just be careful not slip. He'll catch you if you do, but he'd rather not risk your safety like that
If you decide that you randomly want a quick look at his muscles under his clothes— strip him. Sure, he may think you're weird, but he won't make any attempts to stop you either. If you try this in public though, that's a whole other story. Maybe. Play your cards right and you'll get your way.
On that note, if you choose to run your hands along his bumps and curves— he'd let you! He'd silently watch as you fawn over his sculpted physique — created through years of hard work. Assuming you decide to put your mouth on him, he won't object. There'll be a slight furrow of the brows, but nothing more.
Then, there are the times you bite him. He'll jolt, but then look at you with a look of bewilderment and/or nonchalance. What you get is entirely dependent on his mood that day. He'll ignore the sting, but will intead focus on how cute you look when you're pleasd.
If you must, you're allowed to cling to him all day. Sure, he'll huff and puff as he drags you from place to place, but he'll never tell you off for doing it. In fact, when it's the dead of night and your completely wrapped around him like a second blanket, he actually quite enjoys the extra weight. It reminds him that you're there — alive— and that you want him.
It doesn't matter what you do. He'll say nothing and just observe your odd behaviour. There will be no argument. There will be no fuss. And there will be minimal resistance to your antics. All you'll get is a quiet, loving gaze as you get up to your usual antics.
At the end of the day, sure, he thinks you're the strangest creature to have ever crawled out the crevices of the earth. But he likes you that way and is willing to indulge you in whatever your dearest heart so pleases! <3
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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Male Rover x fem!Reader | 𝐜𝐰: amnesia trope, brainwashing & manipulation, yandere behavior, kidnapping/restraints, drugging, possessive & obsessive undertones, dark romance, power imbalance, mutual buried feelings, action violence, emotional tension, suggestive leaning to adult/explicit intimacy 18+, fantasy setting (Wuthering Waves), 2k+ wc.
The wind on the Huanglong plains always carried that faint, electric hum, like the world itself was breathing resonance through the grass. You and Rover had been riding side by side for hours, the rhythm of your mounts a steady counterpoint to the easy silence between you. He had one hand loose on the reins, the other resting on his thigh, close enough that his fingers occasionally brushed your leg when the horses swayed. Deliberate, you knew. Everything he did was deliberate.
“You’re staring again,” he said, voice low, amused.
You didn’t bother denying it. “You have something on your face.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Dirt?”
“No. Smugness.”
He laughed, the sound warm and rough. “You like it.”
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. Three years of traveling together had turned you into this—constant teasing, sharp edges softened by familiarity. You had met when he dragged you half-dead out of a collapsed ruin in the Nexum Wastes. Somewhere between shared campfires, back-to-back fights, and nights where “staying warm” became an excuse to tangle limbs and mouths, partnership had become something possessive. Intense. His.
You never complained. Not out loud.
Until you did.
It started small. He vetoed solo scouting missions. Tracked your resonance signature when you were out of sight for too long. Once, during rumors of a Threnodian surge, he locked you inside a warded safehouse for three days. “For your safety,” he said. You screamed that you weren’t his fucking prisoner.
When he finally let you out, he looked wrecked—eyes shadowed, hands shaking as he pulled you into him. He kissed you like a man starving, desperate and pleading, murmuring over and over that he’d only done it because he loved you too much to risk even a scratch on your skin. And you forgave him. You always did. Because how could you not?
He always made it feel like devotion, like the only sane response to a world that wanted to tear you apart. In his arms, with his mouth promising forever, it was easier to believe the cage was protection, not possession.
But the cracks grew.
The night you ran, thunder cracked the sky open. You had fought again, words cutting deeper than any blade. You told him he was suffocating you. That his love felt like chains. He grabbed your wrist too hard, eyes wild. “You think you can survive out there without me?”
“I survived before you,” you spat, yanking free.
You bolted into the storm. He followed, shouting your name over the wind. Lightning illuminated the ravine ahead too late. Your foot slipped on wet stone. You fell.
The impact stole everything.
When you woke months later, your body was a map of healed fractures and synthetic grafts. The people in white masks told you your name. Told you Rover had abandoned you. Told you he was dangerous. They trained you relentlessly: combat forms until your muscles screamed, resonance tuning until your frequency burned violet and lethal. Nightly sessions where they whispered that your only purpose now was to eliminate the target.
You became their perfect weapon.
Months passed before they sent you after him.
You found him in the ruined coliseum outside old Jinzhou, moonlight spilling through the shattered dome like liquid silver. He stood in the center, sword sheathed, coat snapping in the breeze. Waiting.
You stepped into the light. “Rover.”
His head snapped toward you. For a heartbeat, raw hope lit his face. Then devastation. “Y/N.” Your name left his lips like a prayer cracked in half.
You drew your blade. Violet resonance crackled along the edge.
The fight was brutal and one-sided.
You moved like a storm—feints, spins, strikes aimed to kill. Every form drilled into you by the Fractsidus flowed perfectly. He blocked, parried, dodged, but never attacked. Blood bloomed on his sleeve where your blade grazed him. He didn’t even flinch.
You drove him back across broken marble, fury rising. “Fight back, you coward!”
He met your eyes, steady and heartbroken. “I won’t hurt you.”
The words enraged you more. You slammed him against a pillar, forearm crushing his throat, blade poised over his heart. One thrust and the mission would be complete.
He didn’t resist.
His pulse thrummed fast under your arm. His breath was warm against your wrist. “If you’re going to do it,” he murmured, voice soft, “don’t hesitate. You hate it when you hesitate.”
Your hand trembled.
The tremor spread through your entire body, a betrayal deeper than muscle memory. Something inside you recoiled from the killing blow. An ache bloomed in your chest, sharp and unfamiliar.
You shoved away from him, blade lowering. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
He stayed against the pillar, watching you with unbearable tenderness. “Nothing you aren’t doing to yourself.”
Confusion and rage collided. You turned and ran.
You sprinted through vine-choked corridors, vaulted fallen arches, heart pounding. His footsteps followed, not hurried, just inevitable.
You stopped in a small grove where glowing flowers cast pale blue light. You spun, blade raised. “Stop following me.”
“I’m not following,” he said, halting at the edge of the clearing. “I’m staying.”
“You think I won’t kill you?”
His smile was tired, wounded, devastatingly real. “I know you won’t.”
Something inside you fractured. You attacked again, strikes wilder, fueled by frustration. He disarmed you gently, catching your wrist and pulling you off balance. You crashed into his chest.
For a moment you were pressed together, breathing hard. His scent hit you: ozone, cedar, something achingly familiar. Your free hand fisted in his shirt without permission.
He released you instantly, stepping back, hands raised. “Let me tell you who we were.”
You should have killed him. The mission burned in your veins, cold and clear. Instead you stood frozen, blade still in your hand, and listened.
He spoke softly, carefully. About the first night after the ruins, when your bedrolls somehow ended up pressed together and you both pretended it was only for warmth. About how you mocked his snoring and he swore your off-key humming could wake a sleeping Discord. About the time you almost set the stew on fire and he ate every charred bite just to see you laugh.
He told you quieter things, falling asleep on his shoulder during long rides, him learning to braid your hair because the wind always knotted it, you stealing his cloak on cold nights and acting like it was an accident. How you fought together like you shared the same pulse.
The memories were small, warm, painfully ordinary. They settled in your chest like embers.
Your grip loosened. The blade slipped from your fingers and hit the grass with a soft thud.
He watched your face, golden eyes cautious. He took one slow step closer. Then another. You didn’t move away.
When he was near enough for you to feel his warmth, he lifted a hand and brushed his thumb across your cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed you.
It was gentle—barely a touch at first, asking without words. You froze, startled by the way your body recognized it, the way you tilted into him before your mind could protest. He deepened the kiss just enough to make your chest ache with something you had no name for.
When he pulled back, he stayed close, forehead resting lightly against yours, breathing uneven.
You were trembling. Not from fear. From the sudden heat blooming inside you, like a locked door had just eased open.
But reality crashed in. Days lost. Brainwashing. A stranger’s memories burning in your mouth. You shoved him away. “I need time. I need to think.”
You once again turned to leave, not bothering to wait for whatever he might say.
The night air felt colder as you walked, boots crunching over fallen leaves and soft grass. Your pulse hammered in your ears. A few steps, that was all you managed, before the hairs on the back of your neck rose.
Someone was behind you.
You started to spin, hand already reaching for the blade you no longer carried, but a strong arm slid around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest. Before you could struggle, a sharp prick stung the side of your neck.
The sedative hit fast, burning, then numbing. Your limbs went heavy in seconds. The world tilted. You staggered, glaring at him through blurring vision. He caught you as your knees buckled, arms careful and strong.
“I tried,” he whispered against your ear, voice trembling with something dark and tender. “I really did. The good way. Talking. Being patient. But you kept running, baby. You’re making it so fucking hard for me.”
His lips brushed your temple. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight again. Not after all this time.”
Darkness swallowed you.
You woke to silk sheets and the scent of pine. Your head throbbed. Soft golden light filtered through wooden shutters. You tried to sit up and metal clicked.
Your wrists were cuffed to the headboard with resonance-dampening restraints. Sleek, unbreakable, humming faintly. Your ankles were similarly bound, spread just enough to keep you immobile but not painful. Yet.
The cabin was small, cozy. A fire crackled in the hearth. Rover sat in a chair beside the bed, elbows on his knees, watching you with dark golden eyes.
You yanked at the cuffs. They didn’t budge. “You fucking kidnapped me.”
He tilted his head. “I prefer ‘retrieved my girlfriend.’”
“You drugged me. Restrained me. This isn’t retrieval, this is—”
“Necessary,” he finished softly. He rose, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. His fingers traced your jaw, gentle despite everything. “You were going to run again.”
“So you chain me like a dog?”
His smile was slow, dangerous. “Like a princess who keeps trying to escape her tower.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, anger and something worse. Your body remembered his touch even as your mind screamed danger. “Let me go.”
“No.” He leaned closer, breath warm against your lips. “I lost you once because I was too soft. I let you run. I won’t make that mistake again.”
His hand slid down your throat, over your collarbone, stopping just above your breast. “Do you know how long I searched? How many nights I jerked off to memories of you just to stay sane? You were gone, and I was hollow.”
You swallowed hard. “The Fractsidus—”
“They lied,” he said flatly. “They filled the empty space in your head.”
You stared at him. “What do you mean?”
He went still for a moment, then spoke low. “That night, you were running from me. We’d fought. I grabbed you. You slipped and fell into the ravine.”
“I heard you hit the bottom. By the time I got down there, resonance fog had rolled in, thick, blinding. I searched for days. Weeks. Couldn’t find a trace of you.”
Your breath caught.
“The Fractsidus found you first,” he said, grip tightening on your skin. “They took you. Brainwashed you. Turned you into this perfect little assassin aimed right at my heart.”
It hit you all at once—too much, too fast. Your mind reeled.
His thumb brushed your lower lip. “But now you’re here. And you’re mine. And this time, I’m not letting go.”
He leaned down, mouth hovering over yours. “You can hate me all you want, baby. You can fight. But your body remembers.” His hand slid lower, cupping your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked. “And deep down, you never stopped loving me. That’s why you couldn’t kill me.”
You turned your face away, but your back arched into his touch traitorously.
He chuckled darkly. “We have all the time in the world now. No running. No Fractsidus. Just us.”
His lips brushed your ear. “And I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until you beg to stay.”
You tugged at the cuffs again, heart racing with fear and something darker.
Fck sake, Wuwa, why are you so HEAVY. I miss my boy M!Rover.
I can't even play anymore because of how heavy it is 💔
M!Rover is so gentle with you, always standing close to you. Making sure you're okay and not injured anywhere, because if you did got hurt within his reach he would internally scold himself for it.
M!Rover would be a good listener to you, or would simply just let the silence take over if you're not the talkative type. He somehow never really brings out any awkward situation whenever you two are relaxing.
M!Rover is much of an Act of Service man.
M!Rover would let you touch his hair, braid them too. Just because he wants to feel your hand. Though he wouldn't admit it.
M!Rover would bring you gifts that reminds him of you, usually they would be small gifts because it's convenient for him since he's always on the run.
M!Rover is the type to watch you eat whenever you two go out to eat together, just to admire you. Making sure to take notes on your expressions on the food you're eating, perhaps he could try making it for you next time.
M!Rover is a headpat giver.
M!Rover is a protective partner, be it in the fields or simply just hanging out. Whenever he heard you planning to go out alone, he would definitely offer himself to company you.
M!Rover would make time for you no matter how busy he is, if he could bring you with him he would, if you're not the fighter type he wouldn't bring you with him for your safety.
If M!Rover ever heard of the news of you getting heavily injured, he would rush over to where you're getting taken care of. After he saw your injuries he promised himself to never let you be in that condition again, and while you're still on recovery, he would visit you everyday after he's done with his tasks, bringing you gifts and food.
M!Rover is aware of how much you've been stealing glances at him whenever there's a group meeting. And sometimes he would purposely look at you and tilts his head, and he would definitely chuckle at your embarrassment of getting caught staring.
» overworked but still impatient and needy Rover, implied cockdrunk Rover, cockwarming, nipple playing, fingering his mouth, Rover comes untoched
You know him, always leaning a helping hand and getting in all kind of troubles, with a mission to acomplish and getting in chaotic plans to just try over and over again to get the best outcome, and even if until now everything has ended up fine non of you can't deny how dificult and tiring everything has been, the problem is that even when you try to help him relax things simply can't be simple with him
You tried to suggest just sitting down and relaxing, but despite being quite worn out his body still searched for your warmth, perhaps it was tiredness or just his usual stubborn self, but Rover made sure to stay as close as he could from you, first just by sitting close until he move closer and closer, he didn't wanted to bother you but the way he felt like he was missing you despite being right at your side was easily gave away by the way he almost climbed in top of you
Perhaps it was the fact that his life has been in danger for too long, the fact that he was on the edge and busy being worried about everything and everyone to have time to care about himself, or just the fact that now that he has finally some free time he doesn't want to waste even a second away from you, after all that overwhelming feeling of not only missing you but also needing you it was so real that the closer he was to you the more his body reacted, craved for more. The feeling of missing you was so overwhelming that even when you just gave up and indulgued him, when you let him finally sit on top of you and let his body no longer have to suffer from your absence, allowing him to be filled by you it was still not enough, of course Rover was imediatly happy to have his inside stretched out by you, to have his back pressed against your chest and your cock deep inside of him, to have you secured inside of him nicely, to be connected and being one once again after so long, after so much, but even when he was greatful it didn't took him long to want more
He tried to conform with just having you inside, he really did, after all so much have happened and you are probably just as exhausted as him, but god you feel so good inside of him, he was breathing heavily because he was feeling drunked just by the fact that he was sitting on your lap that he was keeping your cock warm and nice in his hole, he missed this feeling so much, but every second that passed he was becoming more aware, he could feel your chest raise and fall with your breathing against his back, far too calm in comparation to his, every second, every breath taken, every little movement of him to get more comfortable was making him more and more aware of you, of your warmth, of your cock
Rover didn't even realiced that he was being restless until you mentioned, complaining about the fact that he wasn't suppoused to be moving his hips like that, seriously, how much he needed you to even be searching for any kind of friction and stimuli? he was truly desperate for it, even if it was a little, he was a mess and his mind was unable to think straight, too cockdrunk at the moment to even underestand it, but you wouldn't be mean to him, at least not this time, and if he was so desperate for attention then maybe you could take some pity out of him
You had to pretty much do all the job, after all Rover was a bit too clouded to take his clothes out himself, or to even hold back his moans when you started to play with his chest, masaging a bit before focusing on his nipples like if he wasn't already overwhelmed and seconds away from breaking apart, it was almost embarrasing the way he was so sensitive right now, imediatly throwing his head back and arching his back, enough for his chest to chaise for your touch without even letting go of your dick, if something his inside clenched around your lenght, the suddent stimuli making him feel even more needy while just leaving him barely able to move, making a sloppy mess of himself
Rover was so cloded, so overwhelmed by your touch and still so greedily taking it, his moans quickly became a mess, a raw mess of whimpers and breathy moans, his mind was mushy for the exhaustion and his body moved more like for instinct than anything else, he was even becoming to be too loud just because he didn't have the strenght or energy to care, you had to make him shut up or at least become a bit more quiet, introducing your fingers in his mouth to busy him and stop him from whimpering like a whore, even so that didn't stopped him, his toungue imediatly busy itself with your fingers, sucking and licking like it a thirsthy man, still whimpering and gasping against your fingers but at least in a more quiet way, like a soft hum meant for your ears instead of trying to let all Solaris know how much he was enjoying himself right now
There is no doubt of why he has been able to achive so much in battle, after all, just as overwhelmed and overworked Rover was he still was able to hold himself back for a while, taking some time and dutifuly taking on everything you gave him before his body started to tremble, like ready to give in and yet never attempting to stop you in any way, instead holding onto you in any way he could and crying, trying so desperately to hold back himself just to be able to continue until his trembling body couldn't take it anymore, taking your fingers out from his mouth just to let go of a loud and broken moan as his throbing cock was finally able to release, spreading his legs wide open and shotting all the cum that has been holding in so desperately, covering part of his thights and being left panting with how hard he has cum, making it even more obvious how just much he have missed this, how much he had miss you
But even after that, after being left taking broken breaths and having to force the air back to his lungs he still refused to let go of you, he made sure to use the little strenght he still had to keep you hands on him and make sure you won't attempt to take yourself out from him, he wasn't ready to let go of you yet, after all things has gotten back to normal, things are more peaceful and you two will have plenty of free time for the next days, it would be a waste to not use every single free moment to be together, starting imediatly of course
Summary: Rover family hcs by yours truly! Just something sweet to cure the lingering bitterness of the 3.1 story.
Tags: Rover x gn!reader (rover can be either m!rover or f!rover), aemeath is a child here, found family, familial fluff, you and rover are aemeath’s parents, platonic love, canon divergent au where everyone is happy, highkey not proofread, i wrote this at 3 am
wc: 817
A/N: it never happened it never happened it never happened aemeath is alive aemeath is happy it never happened-
You thought your spouse completely lost their mind the day they randomly brought back a soaked little girl in their arms. Apparently, Rover happened to be nearby when she fell into a lake. You remember scolding them harshly while drying off the child with a towel—specifically because they forgot to keep her warm while making the trip back home.
After having a long discussion with each other and confirming that the girl did not have any available guardians, the both of you decided to take her in as her adoptive parents.
Precisely a day after she was adopted, Rover gently plopped the child onto their lap and opened a book containing a list of names, they spent hours scouring through the pages together and you often overheard Rover patiently explaining the meaning of each name the girl pointed to. She eventually settled on the name ‘Aemeath’, meaning ‘truth’ or ‘faithfulness’.
Being her new parents, you and Rover stressed over the littlest of things when it came to Aemeath. What if you weren’t cut out for this? What if Aemeath felt unsafe in this family? The questions and self-doubt were relentless. Because of that, the two of you bought stacks of parenting guidebooks to ensure that you both could raise Aemeath in the best environment possible.
As time passed, Aemeath settled comfortably into her new life, and she loves you both dearly! To her, Rover was the strict but protective caretaker she could always rely on and you were the one who would spoil her endlessly with gifts and affection (yet she avoids angering you in any manner after witnessing how you put Rover in a headlock when they kept leaving their sword lying around the house)
Family game nights are a must in your household, nothing beats being bundled up together in fuzzy blankets while playing the latest video games. Rover always lets Aemeath win, when you asked why, they merely replied with, “It builds her confidence.” Deep down, you know it’s because they adore how her eyes light up like two golden stars in the night sky when she’s happy.
Aemeath swears that she doesn’t have a favourite parent, yet whenever she lands herself in hot water, she always comes running to you to seek protection from Rover’s inevitable scoldings.
You tried being more stern with her, but unfortunately, the deadly combo of her puppy eyes and chubby cheeks are too cute to resist. (It’s super effective! Y/N fainted!)
In relation to the point above, Aemeath is definitely one well-fed child. You were adamant that she got all the nutrients needed as a still-growing girl so you made tons of delicious food for her to eat. Her cheeks are as squishy as memory foam.
Raising a child is difficult, but worry not, you and Rover still make time for yourselves. Once Aemeath is tucked in, the two of you like to relax in each other’s embrace and chat about anything interesting.
“Dearest,” Rover said one evening, their hand resting on your hip as they held you closer. “When does a joke become a dad joke?”
“Huh?” You answered, sitting up abruptly to process what they just said, “Uhh… when it’s not funny, I guess?”
“No,” Rover shakes their head, grinning like a maniac, “It’s when it becomes apparent.”
“...You’re lucky I love you.”
And just like that, the once intimate atmosphere was shattered by a singular dad joke.
Speaking of which, dad jokes have become much more frequent in your household ever since Aemeath entered your lives. Rover says it’s to lighten the mood. Aemeath doesn’t understand them half of the time and you facepalm whenever you happen to hear one.
Sometimes when you’re both busy and Aemeath has a question to ask, it ends up being the typical back and forth of “Go ask your mom/dad.” (Or “Go ask your other mom/dad” for the queer version). The poor kid just gives up after a while.
During the first month when Aemeath was taken in, she was unable to fall asleep on her own so you suggested that she sleep together with you both. It worked like a charm, but the habit lasted for a few years until Aemeath grew too big to fit in between you and Rover.
You love dressing Aemeath up in the cutest outfits you found at the mall, and she gets into it very easily. She likes strutting down the house corridors wearing various new dresses while Rover claps from the couch like they’re watching a runway fashion show.
There was an instance where Aemeath tried to convince you both to keep a snowfluff seal as a pet. Despite your numerous refusals, she decided to lure one home using some fish. Hours later, there was a full and content seal in the middle of your living room, much to Rover’s chagrin. (She got grounded for a week afterwards.)
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Imagine being Frover‘s situationship pre-memory loss while also teaching at Lahai Roi and just. Aemeath wants a second mom SO BAD and she‘s clocking her mother‘s relationship to you IMMEDIATELY while watching you two interact.
The way you smile at her, a rosy blush on both of your cheeks and sometimes she hears you talking late at night downstairs when you‘re coming by for a short visit. So she‘ll try everything in her power to get you both closer to fulfill her wish of a second mom <3
”Are we visiting Miss […] again…?“
”Mom, when is […] seeing you again…?“
”I forgot my plushie at the academia, can we go back?“
Or silly remarks when Rover is leaving both of you alone to talk things through with Luuk and Mornye. Aemeath loves loves LOVES your attention and she‘s asking you all kinds of things to get to know you better and showers you in compliments!
And even tells on her parent a bit… to get on your good side of course!
”Mom always mentions how beautiful you look in that dress…“ little Aemeath whispers into your ear, squeezing the paw of her favorite cat plushie.
Now that is certainly an interesting secret… not like you‘re unaware of it. Not at all. But hearing it from that little girl felt a little more… intimate… You offered her a soft smile as you knelt down to her height and little Aemeath couldn’t help but take a few strands of your hair into her fingers. She loved playing with them. Always told you how pretty she thinks your hair is.
”I‘m very flattered to hear these words from someone as special as you, Aemeath…“ you reach a hand up to gently scoop her own hair behind her ear. The girl hugs her plushie tightly in her arms as she hides her mouth and nose behind it.
”Do you like my-”
”Aemeath! It‘s time to leave.” Rover walked back into the classroom with Mornye and Luuk following closely behind her. But instead of obliging-
”Aemeath, let go of her. Come on…“, she fought the shame swelling up in her face as the girl presses herself against your arm, almost knocking you over in the process.
”Only if she comes with us—!“
“A-Amy, I sadly still have some papers to grade—“, you tried reasoning with her as the tears slowly swelled up in her eyes.
What do you do if your adoptive daughter sticks herself to a woman of her choice???? Rover doesn’t remember this page in any of the parenting books she had read over the past months.
But Luuk was sadly faster with his solution.
”Why don’t you take the papers with you and grade them back at their house? Didn’t you… need to go over some data with her…?“ he crossed his arms, a mischievous smile playing around the Doctor‘s lips.
Declining would make you look like an idiot now. Given the puppy eyes Aemeath is hitting you with.
“I… Alright, Amy… Just let me fetch my stuff from my classroom…“ The grin that formed on the girl’s lips was to die for as she grabbed your hand to accompany you along the way.
“Can you braid my hair tonight?” She practically beamed with excitement with little sparks of happiness dancing in her eyes.
“Whatever the starlight wishes for…”
Rover could just stare after the two of you. Arms hanging down at her sides before her head turned to Luuk who was still incredibly smug about his idea. “You just signed my demise, I hope you know that.”
“Demise? I would hardly call it that. Maybe think twice before getting at it in my office next time while I’m not present.” His tone carried something gleeful as his hand patted the woman’s back. “Maybe now you will finally get a move on.”
A rosy color spread across her face before she hit his shoulder. “You know very well that my plan isn’t fit for a relationship.”
“Oh, it isn’t. I know that. But you already are in a relationship, Rover. Might as well use the time you have left with her and Aemeath. You owe them that.” Luuk rubbed the spot she just hit before shaking his head. “Aemeath will have someone to lean on once you proceed with your plan. But who will she have? Neither me nor Mornye are a fit replacement.“
“I’m leaving. See you tomorrow, Doctor.” Gone was her flustered voice, replaced by something dark as she made her way to follow you.
Hey, can you do request with M! Rover with fem reader who get isekaid into wuwa.
One-shot romantic (fem reader being a oblivious type)
She can upgrade his level and the other to make him more stronger, M! Rover at first thinking that he needs to protect her at all costs he doesn't know why,he just feels like he have a connection with her,he don't like when man got close to her, there's a time where he is being clingy (my baby want a hug and my warm (ꈍᴗꈍ) ).
She is a calm type and ready to protect her friends even if she will lost her life, (just a scenario that I made) when M! Rover almost got stabbed at the stomach and didn't have time to dodge the attack she stood up in front of him and let herself be pierched by a knife that stabbed to her stomach.
When M! Rover catch her before she fall to the ground and cradle her close to his chest and she is lying limp in his arms.
He gone berserk, the enemy already been defeated and he bring her to a doctor to get her treated. When she awake and M! Rover is already there waiting for her, then M! Rover hug her tightly.
The rest is up to you
I just want my M! Rover 😔❤ he is so cute and loveable
“I'd Bleed for You Again”
Summary: Isekai’d into the world of Wuthering Waves, you are a calm yet selfless traveler who discovers a strange power: the ability to strengthen the mysterious Rover. As you journey by his side, unaware of the connection slowly growing between you, Rover becomes increasingly protective—drawn by an inexplicable bond. But when danger strikes and you sacrifice yourself to shield him from a fatal blow, Rover’s emotions erupt, revealing just how deeply he cares. In the aftermath of pain and revelation, something unspoken finally blooms.
The world had shifted the moment you opened your eyes.
One moment, you were sitting quietly in your room, just another day in your ordinary life, and the next—you were standing in a place that thrummed with foreign energy, unfamiliar skies stretching over fractured ruins and soaring technology. You were in Wuthering Waves. A game world… or so you thought.
You didn’t scream. You didn’t panic. You simply accepted it with a quiet breath and began walking forward. Something inside you told you that this world needed your help—and you listened.
You met him not long after. Rover.
He stood amidst a collapsed building, calm and unreadable, his golden eyes shining with an inner storm. He didn’t ask your name, only if you were okay. And when you laid your hand on his arm and upgraded his strength instinctively—watching his core pulse with a surge of light—he just stared at you like he knew you.
Since that day, he never left your side.
At first, Rover believed it was duty.
You were... different. Your presence was calming, yet powerful. You could enhance his abilities, and perhaps unknowingly, his very soul. He told himself he followed you to keep you safe. That was all.
But he hated it when others approached you—especially men. When Mortefi clapped your shoulder? His jaw clenched. When Scar threw you a sly grin? Rover's hand drifted to his sword.
And when you giggled, blissfully unaware of the effect you had?
He just wanted to pull you close and whisper: Mine. Stay close to me, always.
He’d never say it. Not yet. You were too precious.
You never noticed the tension in Rover’s posture when someone lingered too long near you. You never realized the way his fingers always hovered near your wrist, like he wanted to hold your hand but didn’t dare. You just smiled, kind and steady, focused on helping everyone you could.
That day came like any other.
An ambush. A battle.
You and Rover stood back-to-back against waves of Threnodians, fighting in perfect synch. But then he appeared—larger, faster, crueler than the others, blade arcing straight toward Rover’s unguarded side.
Time slowed.
You didn’t hesitate.
You stepped between them.
Pain exploded in your stomach. A warm, wet shock that stole your breath. But you smiled through it, eyes locking with Rover’s wide, disbelieving gaze.
"You're worth saving," you whispered.
Then the world fell away.
"No—no no no—!"
Rover caught you before you hit the ground, arms cradling your limp form. His hands trembled, blood smearing across your clothes. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering your name again and again as fury bloomed inside him like fire.
Golden eyes burned as he rose. His sword pulsed in his grip.
The enemy didn’t stand a chance.
He didn’t leave your side.
Not when the medics shouted orders. Not when they stitched you up. Not when you hovered on the edge of life. He held your hand the entire time.
And when your eyes finally fluttered open days later...
You found him slumped beside your bed, sleeping with his head resting near your arm. As if sensing you, he jolted awake, eyes wide.
“You’re awake...” he breathed, voice shaking.
You gave a weak smile. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled you into his chest—arms wrapping around you with desperate warmth. His breath hitched against your hair.
“You idiot,” he murmured. “You don’t get to do that. Not to me.”
You blinked, stunned. “Rover?”
“I don’t know what this bond is,” he said quietly, “but I feel it. With you. Like I’ve known you for lifetimes. Like I’d fall apart without you.”
You felt your cheeks warm. “I-I’m just me. Nothing special.”
He pulled back, golden eyes fierce. “You’re everything.”
And this time, when he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours...
Hi! I hope you’re doing well :3 I saw that your request box is open, so I wanted to try sending a request. Would it be okay to ask a headcanon for male!Rover x fem!reader? Thank you! 💞
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He absolutely melts when you play with his hair. Rover doesn’t always realize how touch-starved he is until you gently run your fingers through it and he just… goes quiet. Eyes closed. Breathing slower. Grounded.
If you fall asleep first, he’ll brush his thumb across your knuckles absentmindedly, like he needs to confirm you’re still there. Waking up alone is something he’s used to. Waking up next to you? That’s something he treasures.
He’s the type to silently drape his jacket over your shoulders when it’s cold. If you point out that he’s not wearing it anymore, he just shrugs and says, “I’m fine.” (He’s not. But your comfort > everything.)
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Rover doesn’t hover, but he does subtly position himself between you and potential danger without making it obvious. It’s instinctual.
After a rough mission, if you have even a tiny scratch, he’s immediately by your side. His fingers are careful—almost reverent—while tending to you. “Tell me if it hurts.” He says it softly, like it would hurt him more.
If you’re shaken up emotionally, he doesn’t push for words. He just sits close enough that your shoulders touch. A steady, grounding presence. If you lean into him first though? His arm is around you in a heartbeat.
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Rover isn’t overly dramatic with romance, but his affection shows in quiet ways—like memorizing how you take your tea or the exact tone your voice gets when you’re tired.
The first time you kiss his cheek unexpectedly, he freezes. Completely. Then there’s the faintest pink dusting across his face. “…You should warn me before you do that.”
He’s not jealous in an aggressive way, but if someone flirts with you? His hand will casually find yours. Interlocked fingers. Calm expression. Clear message.
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Sometimes he gets that distant look—like he’s chasing memories he can’t fully grasp. If you cup his face and bring his focus back to you, his expression softens immediately.
He doesn’t talk much about his fears, but if you whisper, “You don’t have to carry everything alone,” it hits him harder than he lets on.
The first time he admits he feels safer when you’re around? His voice is quiet. Honest.
“When I’m with you… it’s easier to breathe.”
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He’ll bring you small things he thinks you’d like—flowers, trinkets, something that reminded him of you during patrol.
If you’re shorter than him, he rests his chin on top of your head when hugging you. If you’re taller? He buries his face in your shoulder instead. Either way, he lingers.
When you smile at him after a long day, it genuinely feels like the world has quieted. For someone who’s faced chaos, you’re his calm.
