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 himā 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 clothesā 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 curvesā he'd let you! He'd silently watch as you fawn over his sculpted physique ā 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 ā aliveā 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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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.
āYouāre staring again,ā he said, voice low, amused.
You didnāt bother denying it. āYou have something on your face.ā
He raised an eyebrow. āDirt?ā
āNo. Smugness.ā
He laughed, the sound warm and rough. āYou like it.ā
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. Three years of traveling together had turned you into thisāconstant 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 āstaying warmā 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. āFor your safety,ā he said. You screamed that you werenāt his fucking prisoner.
When he finally let you out, he looked wreckedāeyes shadowed, hands shaking as he pulled you into him. He kissed you like a man starving, desperate and pleading, murmuring over and over that heād 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. āYou think you can survive out there without me?ā
āI survived before you,ā 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. āRover.ā
His head snapped toward you. For a heartbeat, raw hope lit his face. Then devastation. āY/N.ā 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 stormāfeints, 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 didnāt even flinch.
You drove him back across broken marble, fury rising. āFight back, you coward!ā
He met your eyes, steady and heartbroken. āI wonāt hurt you.ā
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 didnāt resist.
His pulse thrummed fast under your arm. His breath was warm against your wrist. āIf youāre going to do it,ā he murmured, voice soft, ādonāt hesitate. You hate it when you hesitate.ā
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. āWhat the fuck are you doing to me?ā
He stayed against the pillar, watching you with unbearable tenderness. āNothing you arenāt doing to yourself.ā
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. āStop following me.ā
āIām not following,ā he said, halting at the edge of the clearing. āIām staying.ā
āYou think I wonāt kill you?ā
His smile was tired, wounded, devastatingly real. āI know you wonāt.ā
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. āLet me tell you who we were.ā
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 didnāt 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 gentleābarely 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 strangerās memories burning in your mouth. You shoved him away. āI need time. I need to think.ā
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.
āI tried,ā he whispered against your ear, voice trembling with something dark and tender. āI really did. The good way. Talking. Being patient. But you kept running, baby. Youāre making it so fucking hard for me.ā
His lips brushed your temple. āThereās no way Iām letting you out of my sight again. Not after all this time.ā
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 didnāt budge. āYou fucking kidnapped me.ā
He tilted his head. āI prefer āretrieved my girlfriend.āā
āYou drugged me. Restrained me. This isnāt retrieval, this isāā
āNecessary,ā he finished softly. He rose, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. His fingers traced your jaw, gentle despite everything. āYou were going to run again.ā
āSo you chain me like a dog?ā
His smile was slow, dangerous. āLike a princess who keeps trying to escape her tower.ā
Heat flooded your cheeks, anger and something worse. Your body remembered his touch even as your mind screamed danger. āLet me go.ā
āNo.ā He leaned closer, breath warm against your lips. āI lost you once because I was too soft. I let you run. I wonāt make that mistake again.ā
His hand slid down your throat, over your collarbone, stopping just above your breast. āDo 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.ā
You swallowed hard. āThe Fractsidusāā
āThey lied,ā he said flatly. āThey filled the empty space in your head.ā
You stared at him. āWhat do you mean?ā
He went still for a moment, then spoke low. āThat night, you were running from me. Weād fought. I grabbed you. You slipped and fell into the ravine.ā
āI heard you hit the bottom. By the time I got down there, resonance fog had rolled in, thick, blinding. I searched for days. Weeks. Couldnāt find a trace of you.ā
Your breath caught.
āThe Fractsidus found you first,ā he said, grip tightening on your skin. āThey took you. Brainwashed you. Turned you into this perfect little assassin aimed right at my heart.ā
It hit you all at onceātoo much, too fast. Your mind reeled.
His thumb brushed your lower lip. āBut now youāre here. And youāre mine. And this time, Iām not letting go.ā
He leaned down, mouth hovering over yours. āYou can hate me all you want, baby. You can fight. But your body remembers.ā His hand slid lower, cupping your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked. āAnd deep down, you never stopped loving me. Thatās why you couldnāt kill me.ā
You turned your face away, but your back arched into his touch traitorously.
He chuckled darkly. āWe have all the time in the world now. No running. No Fractsidus. Just us.ā
His lips brushed your ear. āAnd Iām going to remind you exactly who you belong to. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until you beg to stay.ā
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 š
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.
Ā» 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 aemeathās 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 towelāspecifically 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 āAemeathā, meaning ātruthā or āfaithfulnessā.
Being her new parents, you and Rover stressed over the littlest of things when it came to Aemeath. What if you werenāt 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, āIt builds her confidence.ā Deep down, you know itās because they adore how her eyes light up like two golden stars in the night sky when sheās happy.
Aemeath swears that she doesnāt have a favourite parent, yet whenever she lands herself in hot water, she always comes running to you to seek protection from Roverās 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. (Itās 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 otherās embrace and chat about anything interesting.
āDearest,ā Rover said one evening, their hand resting on your hip as they held you closer. āWhen does a joke become a dad joke?ā
āHuh?ā You answered, sitting up abruptly to process what they just said, āUhhā¦ when itās not funny, I guess?ā
āNo,ā Rover shakes their head, grinning like a maniac, āItās when it becomes apparent.ā
ā...Youāre lucky I love you.ā
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 itās to lighten the mood. Aemeath doesnāt understand them half of the time and you facepalm whenever you happen to hear one.
Sometimes when youāre both busy and Aemeath has a question to ask, it ends up being the typical back and forth of āGo ask your mom/dad.ā (Or āGo ask your other mom/dadā 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 theyāre 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 Roverās chagrin. (She got grounded for a week afterwards.)
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MORE CHARACTERS I WISH HAD MORE FICS
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I MEAN LONG FICS, IF ANYONE HAS RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASEEEEEEE LMK!!
pt. 1
THE AUTHORITATIVE FIGURES
i don't even think an explanation is required for this.
2. THE MONOTONE BUNCH
there's so much angst potential with the first two. for dan heng/imbibitor lunae, just imagine being his lover in his past life but you're immortal and he doesn't remember you. columbina is so underrated when it comes to fics. they could even make it completely platonic, which somehow makes it even angstier considering she probably doesn't have many friends. and it is just criminal how there are barely any long fics for flins. diabolical behaviour.
3. THE MCs
similar to dan heng, rover and endministrator have their lost memories, so much potential for angst. as for traveler, whether it's mc or abyss prince, aether is so gorgeous and definitely deserves a long fic at this point.
neko!Rover who has huge golden cat eyes that look just like full moons. Big black pointed ears, sticking out smoothly from his fur. And a long, flexible tail, often swaying somewhere in the distance of your vision
neko!Rover who is like one giant cat that loves to throw himself on your lap. No matter how many empty seats are around, your thighs are by far the best. "His precious pillow" And he prefers to lie down on them not sit. Whether just with his head or his whole body from waist up
neko!Rover who won't tell you that he wants to be petted but will wait for it with expectation. Every so often he'll give you a checking glance, nuzzle his head into your thigh or let out distressed purrs. If you donāt pay attention to him, heāll be deeply upset. His tiny heart will break and doubts will begin to creep into his mind. As if your affection was determining his entire self-worth. Do you no longer love him? Are his ears not fluffy and tempting enough? Or maybe youād prefer a real cat and heās no longer enough for you?
neko!Rover who wonāt admit just how much he likes your petting. Who will flat-out deny it when you suggest stroking his ears. He definitely doesnāt need that type of care, after all heās a legendary hero! Such silly things donāt really suit him-... Or maybe heās just too embarrassed to admit how much sometimes he also needs tenderness and love...
neko!Rover who eventually grants you a favor and generously lets you pet him. Just for your pleasure of course
neko!Rover whoās in seventh heaven when your fingertips finally touch his head. The way you gently run your fingers through his hair and let them get lost in his strands... How you accidentally brush against his ears and start gently tracing them... Or how you thoroughly start kneading them, just to softly stroke them a moment later...
neko!Rover whose ears are so soft and pleasant to the touch that itās hard to tear yourself away from them- Theyāre like the best drug. Thin, covered in silky fur and nicely cool to the touch. Perfect for endless play, especially when you donāt know what to do with your hands. Whether youāre scrolling through your phone, watching a movie or talking to your best friend, you catch yourself reaching for Roverās feline features. Treating them like a premium stress ball
neko!Rover who loves it when you softly scratch him under his jaw. Or even better, when you stroke him behind his ear. He automatically stretches out on your lap, exposing his full torso and lets out a satisfied purr
neko!Rover who gives you an aroused look when you grab his tail in a dark alley. When he wraps his arms around your neck and stands on his tiptoes to bring your faces as close together as possible... When you embrace him around the waist and slowly, as if by accident, slide your hand toward his round cheeks... Somehow, "unintentionally", the tip of his tail ends up between your two fingers and you canāt help but apply a little more pressure and start moving it from side to side
neko!Rover who has a highly sensitive tail. Every slightest touch initiated by you makes him shudder. As if he were completely unprepared for this sudden pleasure. That sensitive spot instantly sends a flood of informations to his brain. Every tiny stimulation is ten times stronger and more intense. Thatās why Rover becomes completely limp in your hands every time you run your fingers along the softness of his tail or play with it between your finger. His face flushes and his breathing quickens. You enjoy his exceptionally smooth fur and he experiences the most intimate massage of his life... However such a moment canāt last forever. Rover quickly gets flustered... He grabs his tail, wraps his arms around it, pulls it toward his chest and desperately nuzzles his cheek against the tip. All this while sending you a judgmental look, as if to say āHow dare you take advantage of his moment of weakness?ā
And may Jue protect you from accidentally stepping on it. It may not happen to you but unfortunately it happens to strangers. And although Rover tries to be very calm towards others, in moments like these he acts on instinct. His tail automatically stands up and he jumps in place. Rover immediately hisses at the culprit and bares his fangs, sharp as claws. When that initial reaction subsides, he quickly hides behind your back and persistently tugs at your sleeve. He tilts his head up to make eye contact with you and gives you a sorrowful, offended look. As if heās counting on you to deal with the person who hurt such a sweetie like him
neko!Rover whose tail gives away his mood. And when his tail twists like a snake on sofa cushion, you already know youāve done something wrong. You donāt know what yetā¦ but you know youād better start apologizing right away. And that ābribeā will involve lots of tender kisses
neko!Rover who loves to lounge in the sun. Which youāre also bound to fall victim to. Every warm afternoon he grabs your hand and with a delighted ear-to-ear smile, drags you outside. To the swing or better yet, somewhere on a green meadow. Where he can lounge for hours with his head rested on your chest. Basking in the rays of hot sun that pleasantly tickles his skin. Itās too hot for a jacket or long pants so he opts for slightly lighter clothing. Even so he still thinks it covers him up too much. So Rover often pulls up his shirt to reveal his stomach. Thatās his favorite spot for sunbathing... He loves when his tummy feels this warm and fuzzy! Thatās why he wonāt let anything block his access to the light. Unless of course, itās your hand drawing lazy circles on him. You love to listen to his adorable giggles and admire his smiling face and crinkled eyelids, almost nestling upward toward the sun
neko!Rover who really loves the warmth. Which means that he buries himself under a pile of blankets every night. Sometimes you come home late at night and find your bed full of colorful completely useless pillows and fluffy not so useless teddy bears, with Rover sitting right in the middle. Heās wrapped up in layers of duvets and blankets so that only his adorable little head is sticking out. Youāre a little tired just thinking about it and you let out resigned sigh as you loosen your tie. Because you really donāt know how youāre going to fit in there... Still, Rover manages to pull you in and settle you right in the center of that mess. After a while it gets way too stuffy and hot for you. But you love Rover too much to say no to him or cause him. Heās too lovely for that and he definitely has to deal with more than enough difficulties in life without you adding to them by not cooperating. After a while though, your boyfriend comes to his senses. Realizes on his own that heās also uncomfortable under those layers that are weighing him down. So he throws them off. Making sure however that none of the stuffed animals fall overboard... And he covers you with his whole body, snuggling sweetly against your neck. Warmth provided by your embrace is more than enough for him. And you fall asleep peacefully to the soft purring of your boyfriend and his fluffy ears tickling your jaw
Sometimes only youāre disturbed from falling asleep... When a stimulating sensation similar to an electric impulse passes through Roverās ears and causes them to suddenly stiffen by reflex, stretching out and gently stinging against your body
neko!Rover who likes to lick you a lot... With that little, nimble, rough tongue of his... Articles you read after you got together said that for cats this is a gesture of love and trust. A way of taking care of someone and a sign of great affection. You can really feel this after seeing how Rover can spend hours thoroughly "cleaning" your body. Heās incredibly careful and dedicated in it. Apparently, itās also a form of marking territory. And itās hard not to agree after youāve experienced this repeatedly during his moments of jealousy. Like after you came home from a club where some random girl was getting a little too cozy with you. And he left you alone for just five minutes to go to the bathroom... Heās determined to wash away that disgusting smell of her perfume as quickly as possible and replace it with his own pheromones
You also notice that he does this sometimes when heās stressed. When he trembles slightly and frantically shifts his gaze from side to side, keeping an eye on his surroundings. He pulls your body closer to him and without letting his guard down, licks you thoroughly. As if grounding himself a little in the process. Thatās why, in difficult moments you offer yourself up and, as if by accident, present your neck, shoulder or arm to him. Rover automatically sticks out his tongue. At first seemingly casually gives you few licks and then with full commitment, gets absorbed in the task. As if forgetting all his problems
neko!Rover whose licking is at first a very particular experience... But after a while, it becomes quite enjoyable and relaxing. That wet, rough sensation that glides across your skin and triggers a tingling sensation
neko!Rover who occasionally gives you two shy, almost unnoticeable licks when heās jealous and wants to get your attention. When you sometimes get too absorbed in the screen, get caught up in work or talking to someone... When Rover becomes "neglected.... When he canāt say a word. When heās missing your affection... When heās simply starting to get bored. Just look at him
neko!Rover who sometimes turns your kisses into licking. At least from his side. Suddenly, you stop feeling his lips on yours and instead are greeted to the touch of his sweet little pink tongue. Roverās eyes are tightly shut and he looks very focused, completely unaware of what heās accidentally doing. Itās hard for you not to laugh
neko!Rover who likes to draw your attention with his tail. Heāll nudge you with it and mark his territory. Donāt be surprised when something incredibly soft starts poking your cheek, arm or calf while youāre wearing shorts. Itās just a quick, playful nudge. You wonāt even have time to respond. One moment youāre absorbed in work or conversation and next, you suddenly feel a delightful poke and a moment later, when you look behind, you see Rover walking away with a sly look on his face
Occasionally something suddenly flickers before your eyes. A black tail twists and turns, mesmerizing you like all those snakes that dance in linen basket to the rhythm of flute. Itās a sign that your boyfriend needs affection
And in other cases, something tightly wraps around your leg. It coils around you tightly and wonāt let you take a single step away. As if clearly announcing to the world that youāre already taken
neko!Rover who lets you know how he feels through purring. If heās pleased with you or simply happy, he lets out loud, joyful purrs. Of which heās sometimes not even aware. Wonderful, charming vibrations visible even on his body and passing through yours when youāre close... They have a calming effect on you, similar to the soothing sound of an ocean. And they make you feel content. Sometimes even confident, if you get rewarded with them. For example, after properly petting your boyfriend
His purrs can also express dissatisfaction and irritation. In these cases, theyāre more predatory, cut short and more forceful. They often resemble hissing. And when he furrows his brows on top of that the message is clear
Rover usually uses this unique language in ordinary, everyday situations. However there are also other, more serious circumstances. When you need to communicate with each other in private. Simply to consult within your household. For example, when youāre discussing a plan. Then Rover stands on his tiptoes, rests his palms on your shoulder and leans towards you. Purring in your ear, he lets you know whether he approves of your idea or if you might want to think something over
neko!Rover who is absolutely in love with string lights hanging from your ceiling. Yes, the ones your sister forced you to install as she was experimenting with her new passion for architecture... Hobby faded after two months but rearranged furniture remained... Rover just has a soft spot for bright, colorful lights. Especially when they blink. He just wants to chase them~
neko!Rover who loves to walk around in oversized black wool sweaters when itās cold in your apartment. This kind where one sleeve slides dangerously off his shoulder, revealing the strap of his tight undershirt and his glowing skin
neko!Rover who unfortunately loves even more to play with the loose threads that sometimes start sticking out of his clothes. Which often causes him to rip the whole sweater or create risky holes in it. You like the ones that reveal his prominent collarbones the most
neko!Rover who comes to you with a pouty face and pleading eyes. Stands there, fidgeting awkwardly with his hands like a shy child wanting to confess to a mischief. Intimidated by your gaze, he starts to whine sweetly and point at his ruined clothes. Sometimes he even slips onto your lap and nuzzles his head against your neck. He waits like that until you offer to buy him a new sweater
neko!Rover who just like a real cat loves to wander around. Sometimes you wake up to the chill of an empty bed and you already know you wonāt see him for more than a week. You do not worry. You know heāll manage and heāll probably come back with another successful mission of saving the world. Sometimes you just miss him a little-... But you know what heās like and you canāt restrict him. You know how much he loves to travel and when you donāt have time off to go with him, you cheer him on from afar. As long as he comes back to you safe and sound...
neko!Rover who slaps your chest every time you say something he doesn't like. And those things are mostly the ones that embarrass him. Whether it's suggestive compliments about him in front of others or your dirty thoughts when you're alone together. If you want to get him into bed, please don't use such direct words... And worse yet, donāt do it when anyone can hear you. Youāre Roverās first boyfriend and heās not used to this kind of thing. He easily turns into an adorable, blushing mess...
neko!Rover who sometimes scratches you if you start petting him when heās upset with you. Like when you didnāt fulfill one of his cravings, told him not to put himself in danger or talked to someone for way too long and were way too friendly. His sharp claws gently scratch your skin and you pull your hand away with a hiss. You look at Rover in surprise and he responds with an equally startled gaze - frightened at what heās done accidentally. After a second however, he realizes his offense and instantly turns his head away
He puts on an even more offended look than before. As if heās upset that you even let him scratch you. That you donāt take care of yourself at all. You just smile gently and apologize. Say itās your fault and that you shouldnāt have provoked him. You donāt want him to feel too guilty. But when you focus your attention on something else, he starts to catch a glimpse of the little pink marks on your body. And he feels very guiltyā¦ So he quickly jumps up from where heās lying and before you have a chance to react, he eagerly starts licking your wound, hoping to ease the pain a little
neko!Rover who is not a big fan of plain milk. This means he isnāt usually picky about food. Heās eaten more than one inedible thing in Startorch Academy. But despite everything, ordinary milk seems too basic to him. If anything, he prefers flavored ones. Banana-flavored for example. He loves to save them as his sweet treat after a meal. Just imagine him, with his big, sparkling eyes and a blissful expression, sipping milk through a straw from a cute yellow box. He sways from side to side and kicks his feet in the air, looking fulfilled
If he had to choose, though, he likes the milk that comes from you best-...
Imagine being Froverās situationship pre-memory loss while also teaching at Lahai Roi and just. Aemeath wants a second mom SO BAD and sheās clocking her motherās 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 youāre coming by for a short visit. So sheāll try everything in her power to get you both closer to fulfill her wish of a second mom <3
āAre we visiting Miss [ā¦] againā¦?ā
āMom, when is [ā¦] seeing you againā¦?ā
āI forgot my plushie at the academia, can we go back?ā
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 sheās asking you all kinds of things to get to know you better and showers you in compliments!
And even tells on her parent a bitā¦ to get on your good side of course!
āMom always mentions how beautiful you look in that dressā¦ā little Aemeath whispers into your ear, squeezing the paw of her favorite cat plushie.
Now that is certainly an interesting secretā¦ not like youāre unaware of it. Not at all. But hearing it from that little girl felt a little moreā¦ intimateā¦ You offered her a soft smile as you knelt down to her height and little Aemeath couldnāt 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.
āIām very flattered to hear these words from someone as special as you, Aemeathā¦ā 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.
āDo you like my-ā
āAemeath! Itās time to leave.ā Rover walked back into the classroom with Mornye and Luuk following closely behind her. But instead of obliging-
āAemeath, let go of her. Come onā¦ā, she fought the shame swelling up in her face as the girl presses herself against your arm, almost knocking you over in the process.
āOnly if she comes with usā!ā
āA-Amy, I sadly still have some papers to gradeāā, 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 doesnāt remember this page in any of the parenting books she had read over the past months.
But Luuk was sadly faster with his solution.
āWhy donāt you take the papers with you and grade them back at their house? Didnāt youā¦ need to go over some data with herā¦?ā he crossed his arms, a mischievous smile playing around the Doctorās lips.
Declining would make you look like an idiot now. Given the puppy eyes Aemeath is hitting you with.
āIā¦ Alright, Amyā¦ Just let me fetch my stuff from my classroomā¦ā The grin that formed on the girlās lips was to die for as she grabbed your hand to accompany you along the way.
āCan you braid my hair tonight?ā She practically beamed with excitement with little sparks of happiness dancing in her eyes.
āWhatever the starlight wishes forā¦ā
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. āYou just signed my demise, I hope you know that.ā
āDemise? I would hardly call it that. Maybe think twice before getting at it in my office next time while Iām not present.ā His tone carried something gleeful as his hand patted the womanās back. āMaybe now you will finally get a move on.ā
A rosy color spread across her face before she hit his shoulder. āYou know very well that my plan isnāt fit for a relationship.ā
āOh, it isnāt. 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.ā Luuk rubbed the spot she just hit before shaking his head. āAemeath 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.ā
āIām leaving. See you tomorrow, Doctor.ā Gone was her flustered voice, replaced by something dark as she made her way to follow you.
