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crowned king - (3/?)
"You know who I am." Scar clicks his tongue. "Who doesn't know you are at this point, my dear Rover? You helped put a Fractsidus' overseer behind bars after all!" "You knew who I was before now, when we met in that village. You know where I come from." "Yes. I know who you are now, and who you were before, and where you came from. All those questions you have, I have the answers. The real question is, what will you do to get those answers?" - Rover wants answers, and it seems the only one who wants to give them to him is Scar.
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a bed of flaming flowers
... Well. That didn't take long. Usually, I agonize for a week or two about whether I should write for an anime/anime game fandom but here we are three days after launch lol In my defense, I had a rough week at work, and have been dealing with some writer's block.
So both WuWa and my related writing inspiration have been a blessing.
*Yeets*
Fandom: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Scar (Wuthering Waves)/Male Rover (Wuthering Waves) Tags: Sex Pollen, Set after Act III, During the "We Promise We Deliver" Quest, Recreational Drug Use, Enemies to Lovers, Explicit Sexual Content, Swearing, Top Rover, bottom scar, Aphrodisiacs, Anal Sex, Attempt at Humor, I'm sure I'm forgetting some tags
Summary:
Scar secretly follows the Rover as he heads out on another quest. After being discovered he shows the Rover the interesting side-effects of the pollen of the incinero flower.
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Fun fact: I chose to play Female MC this time, but I like writing m/m a little more ^^"
Excuse me and now I will go play Act IV and hopefully see more of this maniac (affectionate)
#I hope I can carry this writing momentum into finishing some of my other wips#don't take this too seriously#wuthering waves#my fic#nara's gaming adventures#scarover#best shipname tbh#fanfic
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Did I save you 'Cause I know you saved me too
Fic about scarover! read it!
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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Rover/Scar (Wuthering Waves), Rover/Scar (Wuthering Waves), Rover & Scar (Wuthering Waves) Characters: Scar (Wuthering Waves), Female Rover (Wuthering Waves), Chixia (Wuthering Waves), Yangyang (Wuthering Waves), Baizhi (Wuthering Waves) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Cohabitation, Eventual Smut, Sexual Tension, Threats, Stalking, Scar's sense of humor, Switch Scar, Domestic Fluff, Kinda, Slow Burn, Dubious Consent Series: Part 2 of Two Black Sheep series - Scar x Female Rover Summary:
“I'm here to offer you a deal. Everyone in Jinzhou is running around like frightened lambs, fretting for their lives because the big bad Fractsidus member is free from jail and on the prowl, right? Well the solution is simple. I'll sit nice and pretty, unable to commit crimes or mischief- but I'll only behave if you're under the same roof, Rover.”
“What?” She croaked, staring. Surely she'd misheard. Rover cleared her throat and tried again. “You want to…live with me?”
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Aka: forced cohabitation with Scar x Female Rover
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🔪 F!Rover x Scar 🔪 Tattered Perception
The food in front of her was fresh and hot, and Yangyang and Chixia were joyously plowing away at their servings. Rover’s mind, however, wandered off far elsewhere. In fact, the thought of eating her lunch was nowhere to be found within her thoughts. She had far more...delicious visions occupying her imagination.
Her prior confrontations with Scar had done something to her.
In some way, shape, or form, they seem to be sworn to their differing viewpoints. Whether or not she actually remembers anything about this supposed conflict is a completely different story, though, as Scar seemed weirdly fond of her. What kind of enemy calls their opponent by the name of “dear,” unless that was simply part of his own curious manner of speech?
He was so hell bet on having some alone time with her, whatever that entailed. Probably wishful thinking of his for her to be pinned against the wall of one of the abandoned houses. How much Rover would oh-so-enjoy that, however. Scar was wild enough. He wouldn’t hold back, whether that meant lifting her chin up with a butcher’s knife or straight up slitting her throat.
Honestly, Rover was digging the idea of both. Maybe she was the one who wanted to be held hostage, with Scar tying her hands behind her back and toying with her body and emotions. The excitement of whether she would be killed or stripped on the spot was all too exciting, and had she no self-respect, she would’ve offered herself to him on the spot.
Then again, she was attracted to him, of all people. She had lost her self-respect long ago. Deranged behavior aside, he even looked as if he was straight out of an asylum. Even his scars had scars, and she couldn’t help but ponder what situations he had gotten into to end up that way. Half of his face probably got torn off at one point. It’s a miracle how he’s not completely blind in one eye.
Now, if only she could’ve been there to see him torn open and bleeding for herself. The twisted look in his eyes as he disregarded his own searing pain to fight on...Rover wanted to be on the receiving end of something like that. Though, nothing was really stopping her from slitting open his face herself the next time he got a little too close. She drooled at the thought of his blood trickling down the side of his face onto hers, tickling her cheek as it flowed from his open would.
Or maybe, what she really wanted was to see him be the one in a compromised position. Make him upset, push him beyond his limits…being in control didn’t seem like a bad idea, until he somehow manages to retaliate and turn the tables on her. Thankfully, that was nothing a few well tied strands of rope couldn’t fix.
A man who had been hunting her down, now reduced to struggling before her…he would be reduced to nothing more than her little sheep to herd to her will. Now she was talking. Put that cocky bastard in his place.
He was bound to want his sweet revenge after breaking free from her control. And revenge takes many forms, all options she had considered and anticipated greatly.
Oh, perhaps the appeal of a relationship with Scar did not lie within one dominating the other, but rather, the unrestrained back and forth between the two. He fell first, but she fell for his antics, and she refused to let him off so easily. Too much tension was present between them to consider one close meeting a resolution.
The thought of seeing that glorious psychotic glare in his silver and red eyes was almost enough to drive Rover to the prison herself. Maybe give him a break from the shackles for a bit. Free up his hands a lil’. Perhaps he would be more focused on breaking her than breaking free.
Rover could probably come up with an excuse to see him alone. She could just say that she had some unfinished business, or something. It technically wasn’t a lie, as they had a few unspoken words that needed sorting out. As long as nobody in the higher ups were aware of her feelings, then slipping in should be easy.
She was practically drooling at the thought. No, she was drooling at the thought. Nobody could between the two of them...they would have his cell all to themselves. Either lives or clothing were going to be taken, and it was a win-win situation for Rover.
Not like she wanted to die, but if it was Scar dealing the final blow, she might as well die a happy woman.
"Helloooooo? Earth to Rover?"
Rover rapidly blinked a few times. She had gotten so lost in her thoughts that she had absolutely no idea where she was at the moment. She looked down to see a plate of food in front of her, with Chixia and Yangyang's plates well over half cleared.
"Rover! Your food’s gonna get cold!" Chixia continued.
"Right, right, my bad," Rover said, still not completely back to reality.
"Are you well?" Yangyang asked.
"You got that starstruck look in your eyes like you’re all in a loop over a boy. Don’t tell me that’s the case!" Chixia teased.
Well. Chixia had Rover there. And her silence acted in place of a verbal response.
"You’re joking, right?"
"Who is it!" Yangyang shouted, albeit a bit too excitedly. "I mean, who caught your eye?"
"Is it the General? He’s noble and imposing. Just your type!" Chixia said.
"Or maybe it’s Mortefi. Quiet and thoughtful, plus, he seems very sweet," Yangyang said.
Rover remained silent. She really didn’t want to answer them, but they were not giving her much of a choice.
"I’m…not sure if you would like to know," Rover said.
"It can’t be that bad!" Chixia said. "Is it Aalto? He’s a bit slimy, but I can kinda see the charm."
Rover shook her head. "Worse. Way worse."
Yangyang and Chixia exchanged confused glances.
"What could be worse than him?" Chixia asked.
“He’s not even on our side,” Rover said.
Yangyang raised her eyebrow.
“It’s…it’s Scar.”
Chixia and Yangyang blinked at her a few times. All light seemed to have instantaneously faded from their eyes. It’s as if they were helplessly witnessing the downfall of a grand dynasty right before them, except this “downfall” was that of their best friend.
“You’re…kidding, right?” Yangyang asked.
Rover shook her head.
Chixia shot up out of her seat. “You’re joking. Please tell me you’re pulling my leg.”
Rover remained quiet. Chixia flung out of her seat and onto her knees, clenching her head.
“Really? HIM? Out of EVERYONE!?”
“I’d say even Aalto is a fairly respectable choice compared to the likes of…that thing.” Yangyang said, audibly cringing.
“I think he’s hot,” Rover admitted, “what more do you want me to say?”
“I don’t think anything you say can justify you falling for that…that anthropomorphic box of television cables!” Chixia said, still in the midst of her crisis.
“Relax. It’s not like I’m going to change sides for him or anything.” Rover said.
“How am I supposed to know that if you’re dumb enough to fall for him in the first place?” Chixia said.
“Unfortunately, Chixia does make a fair point,” Yangyang said with a sigh.
“I’m still here with you guys, aren’t I?” Rover said, shrugging.
“Just…eat your damn food so we can get out of here,” Chixia said, her eye twitching as she finally turned back around to face Rover.
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“A crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed.”
A Vampire AU Scarover fic by me!
Summary: Scar is a vampire, cursed to live out his immortal life in a mansion hidden deep in a dangerous forest.
Rover finds himself lost in these woods, seeking shelter, and finds this mansion.
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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58467358
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the inherent eroticism of sparring - (explicit)
“Oh?” A voice from the opening doors of the training room exclaims. Scar already has a grin on his face as he saunters closer to where Rover stands in the empty training room. “You came here alone?” He barks out a laugh. Scar shakes his head, wrapping his arm around the shoulders of Rover. “You didn’t come ask little old me for help?” Rover shakes Scar off of him, scowling as he backs up away from the man. “I wasn’t aware I needed to ask anyone for help training. You guys just don’t have anything to train with.” “Why fight something that’s not moving when fighting something that does move is so much better?” Scar moves far enough away from Rover that one could say that they were on completely opposite sides of the room. He raises his fists, adjusts his legs, and smirks. “Come on, fight me, Rover.” “You want a fight?” Rover asks. Already knowing the answer, he raises his sword. “Then come at me.”
Scar and Rover have some fun in a training room. Just a little one shot I wrote directly after finishing the first four arcs of the story currently.
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chapter 3!!!
crowned king - (3/?)
"You know who I am." Scar clicks his tongue. "Who doesn't know you are at this point, my dear Rover? You helped put a Fractsidus' overseer behind bars after all!" "You knew who I was before now, when we met in that village. You know where I come from." "Yes. I know who you are now, and who you were before, and where you came from. All those questions you have, I have the answers. The real question is, what will you do to get those answers?" - Rover wants answers, and it seems the only one who wants to give them to him is Scar.
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