How Good Are Dicarius’ Feathers Really? [DicariusxFem!Reader]

After a tiring day of work, Dicarius had entered to the shared lounge for staff and teachers for a break.

    The ravenette stretched his arms and rolled his neck reliving the kinks that had occurred during the day, as well as spreading his dark midnight wings.

    “Oh, Dicarius,” [Y/n] called, noticing the right arm of King Yemma.

     “[Y/n],” the chestnut toned male greeted with a wave.

    “Tiring day huh?”

     “Yeah, how were your students today?” Dicarius inquired.

     “The third years are great, they’re getting closer to graduating everyday,” [Y/n] airily said.

    “By the way,” [Y/n] paused, “how’s Dante?”

    “He’s doing well you could say…” trailing off as a heavy air of silence ed.

    “It must’ve been exhausting, you should take a seat,” [Y/n] gestured towards a comfortable couch.

    Taking a seat, Dicarius slumped into the seat adjusting his wings for a more comfortable position.

    The raven haired male had tensed as he felt a pair of nimble hands on his shoulders, airily laughing, [Y/n] had began to massage the male’s tense shoulders.

    “Must be tough working for the school and being the right arm of King Yemma, huh?” [Y/n] had asked as she began untensing Dicarius’ shoulders and neck.

    “Mm,” he hummed in lax, lolling his head and resting his crown on the cushion of the couch.

     A comfortable silence had coated the two as they both basked themselves in the other’s presence, though massaging Dicarius’ muscles, [Y/n] had accidentally brushed against the male’s wings.

    Growing curious, [Y/n] had paused her previous action, ‘I don’t think I’ve actually felt them before,’ the [h/c]nette thought.

    “[Y/n]?” Dicarius questioned as he had took note of the female’s paused actions.

    “Oh, nothing, just curious,” the [h/c] haired woman responded with a smile.

    “Of?”

    Now with a grin, she had responded, “Your wings!”

     “My wings?” the rich skinned male repeated.

    Not responding back, [Y/n]’s curiosity had gotten the better of her as she began to reach out to touch the crow’s wings.

    “[Y/n],” ignoring his protest, [Y/n] had began to stroke her partner’s wings, amazed at the surprisingly soft feathers and began feeling the pair of wings located at where the ears would usually be.

    “They’re so soft…” the [h/c]nette had remarked in amazement.

    “[Y/n], stop,” Dicarius pleaded with an unusual red dancing across his attractive visage.

    “Why, it’s so soft,” the [h/c]nette whined, continuing to touch and play with the feathers, looking over to the attractive individual, only to see the red flustered expression of the crow.

     ‘HE’S BLUSHING!’ [Y/n] had internally wheezed after seeing the usually cool and aloof male blush, even freezing in her actions.

    Feeling a sudden weight on his shoulders, Dicarius looked over at the source seeing [Y/n]’s arms wrapped around him.

    “[Y/n]?” though still a bit flustered, the ravenette remained to keep his monotonous voice.

    “You’re surprisingly cute you know…” the [h/c]nette murmured, causing the chestnut skinned male to redden even more.

    “Please don’t say that about me,” the ravenette muttered, leaning against the female’s embrace.

    “Your feathers are really soft, you know”

    “They’re just feathers,”

    “I know, they’re just really nice to feel,” the [s/t] female commented.

     “Huh,”

[ A/N: this is weird, but i hoped you enjoyed this ood piece of writing]

[Edit: I’m up for requests, just pm me and give me a prompt]

[edit credits to @Komohomo]