#featherbutt

[featherbutt]

ducks.

[httpvomitello]

If it's okay with you can we please have a reader who has wings instead of hands x rise turtles where the reader likes to pick them up and fly with them at random. (Probably has to perch on raph but oh well.)

But anyways they'll get the turtles to do stuff for them they can't do. (Like microwaving food.)

Owwn, that's cute. Hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Feathered Love *⁠.⁠✧

The first time you swoop down and grab him mid-stride, he lets out the loudest, most dramatic scream

“¡Dios mío, I’m too young to die!” he yells, flailing until he realizes it’s just you.

Once he calms down, he plays it cool, acting like he wasn’t terrified. “Oh, you wanted a piece of this? Understandable.”

Secretly loves the thrill

He’ll start teasing you with fake warnings when he knows you’re about to fly off

“We flying to the moon today, featherbutt?”

Once you perch him on a rooftop, he immediately pulls out his phone to take selfies, claiming it’s for “mission intel.”

At first, Leo is confused when you ask for help with small tasks, like microwaving your food

“Wait, you can fly but you can’t press a button?” he teases, already on his way to help

He’ll make a show of it, dramatically placing your food in the microwave. “Behold, the Great Leonardo, Master of the Microwave!”

Secretly loves being able to help you, even with simple stuff

He’ll even start adding little flourishes, like garnishing your food before handing it over.

The first time you lift him, he’s completely stunned. “WHAT THE—PUT ME DOWN!”

But once he realizes you’re strong enough to carry him safely, he relaxes (sort of)

“THIS IS AMAZING!” he smile, loving the view.

Definitely becomes your personal perch

His broad shoulders and solid frame make it the perfect spot to rest after a flight

If you swoop in while he’s training, he’ll roll his eyes but allow it. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Low-key protective. “If you get tired, don’t push it, alright? I don’t need you getting hurt.”

The moment you ask for help, he’s already doing it without a second thought

“You need this heated up? Got it.”

He’ll carry your plate back to you carefully, grumbling about how the microwave beeps too many times

If anyone teases you about needing help, Raph is quick to shut them down. “They’ve got wings, what’s your excuse?”

Starts learning what you like so he can prep stuff ahead of time. “Made you some noodles earlier. Just need to heat ‘em up.”

The first time you pick him up, he’s annoyed. “Excuse me, I am conducting highly important research!”

Mid-flight, he’s already analyzing the physics. “Fascinating. Your wingspan must generate significant lift to carry my weight.”

Once he gets used to it, he starts requesting flights for “aerial reconnaissance” of his inventions

Loves the practical applications of your abilities, but don’t expect him to admit he enjoys the experience

“For science, of course. This has nothing to do with the exhilaration of flight.”

If you drop him off on a high rooftop to test one of his drones, he’ll praise your precision but remind you: “No sudden drops, darling. My heart isn’t built for such shocks.”

Donnie initially suggests creating a custom gadget for you to handle small tasks. “Why rely on others when technology can assist?”

But until then, he’s happy to help, albeit in his own way. “Your reliance on me has its perks. Now, let’s adjust your caloric intake.”

He’ll program the microwave to the exact time and temperature for optimal results, refusing to let you settle for less

“Perfection takes precision, my feathered love.”

Also insists on taste-testing anything you ask him to heat up. “Quality control is essential, after all.”

Absolutely loves it from the get-go. “WHEEEE! I’m flying, baby!”

He spreads his arms out like he’s Peter Pan™ every time you lift him, fully embracing the ride

Constantly begs for “airtime.” “C’mon, Y/N! Just one more lap around the lair!”

You often catch him jumping up and down, yelling, “Take me, winged guardian!”

Loves being perched somewhere high, where he can “survey his kingdom.”

If you fly him at night with a great view, he’ll insist on having a mini picnic up there. “Best date idea ever, right?”

Mikey thinks it’s adorable when you ask for help. “Aww, don’t worry, I gotcha!”

He’ll happily microwave your food and even plate it up like a five-star chef. “Presentation is key, my love!”

Sometimes he gets overly enthusiastic and starts adding sauces or sides without you asking. “Trust me, this combo is fire.”

If you ask him for anything else—like reaching for things or opening jars���he does it with a little flourish. “Mikey at your service!”

Will absolutely turn it into a fun routine. “Okay, Y/N, what’s today’s special?”

[faundlydreaming]

Finished piece! Here is my Selious in his true, humanoid form. He's a deeply troubled young man who really needs to chill lol. He's pretty ashamed of this form and uses shifting to hide and alter his image to look more like a human. No tentacles, featherbutt, tails, horns, or weird facial features. Even though he is more powerful like this, he only becomes this when he loses control of his emotions which is one of the things he hates most. Usually he is unemotional and stoic, but on the inside he is more of a falsely subdued, just-beneath-the-surface torrential storm of emotions that confuses and disturb him. On the surface of the ocean, he seems calm. Deep beneath, there are torrents. AKA, he's emotionally constipated lol. I had fun with the coloring and shading! I'm still trying to practice that super messy, uncaring coloring style but I feel I have a long way to go when it comes to more deliberate strokes of color. I also want to focus on art that tells more of a story about the character. I'm unsure if this succeeds, but I feel something is missing...and that's fine, on to the next attempt!

[hes-striker]

So how will stolas and striker react to seeing each other? I'm sure the news will talk about Stella being behind everything

The apartment had settled into a calm quiet as the night deepened. Winnie and Wesson, after an afternoon of playing cowboy and showing off their favorite toys to Striker, had finally crashed. Winnie was curled up on the couch under a blanket, clutching her stuffed hellhound toy, while Wesson had flopped over her legs, snoring softly.

Blitzø leaned against the kitchen counter, phone in hand, as he spoke to Stolas.

Blitzø: So, uh… you’re not coming back tonight?

Stolas: *his voice slightly muffled over the line but gentle* I’m afraid not, my dearest. My family’s affairs have proven more complicated than expected. I’ll need at least a few more days to sort things out.

Blitzø: *sighing, rubbing his temple* Yeah, I get it. Family stuff’s messy. *he glanced over at the sleeping twins and softened* Don’t worry about us. Just… take care of what you need to, alright?

Stolas: Thank you, Blitzø. I’ll call you tomorrow. And… I love you.

Blitzø: *smiling faintly* Love you too, featherbutt.

With that, the call ended, and Blitzø set the phone down on the counter. He let out a long breath before looking over at Striker, who was leaning against the wall by the window, secretly feeling awkward having overheard that “I love you bit.”

Striker: *pushing off the wall* Well, guess I should be headin’ out.

Blitzø: *turning to face him, crossing his arms* Headin’ out? Where the hell you think you’re going this late?

Striker: *shrugging, his hat low over his eyes* Don’t wanna overstay my welcome. You and the kids got your thing goin’. I don’t wanna disrupt that.

Blitzø: *narrowing his eyes* You’re not disrupting anything, cowboy. Hell, the kids finally got to meet their dad, and they’re happy as shit. You don’t just get to walk out now.

Striker: *pausing, his jaw tightening* "It’s better this way. They’re better off without me in their day-to-day. You’ve been doin’ just fine raisin’ them without me.

Blitzø: *stepping closer, pointing a finger at him* Bullshit. They need you, Striker. And don’t you dare try to use that ‘better off’ excuse again. I’m not letting you run off this time.

Striker: *looking down at Blitzø, his expression conflicted* Blitzø—

Blitzø: *cutting him off* No. Shut up. You’re staying here tonight. No arguments.

Striker: *his lips twitching into a faint smirk despite himself* Still as stubborn as ever, huh?

Blitzø: *grinning back, a teasing edge to his voice* Damn right I am. Someone’s gotta keep you in line.

The air between them grew tense but charged, neither of them moving for a long moment. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, Striker leaned down slightly, and Blitzø tilted his head up. Their eyes locked, and the spark of passion that had been simmering all evening ignited.

Blitzø: *in a low voice, his smirk faltering slightly* What are you waitin’ for, cowboy?

Striker didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Blitzø’s in a heated, desperate kiss. Blitzø responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Striker’s neck and pulling him closer.

Before they knew it, the two stumbled into Blitzø’s bedroom, their movements hurried and fervent. Clothes were shed piece by piece, and the tension that had built between them over years of separation and unresolved emotions came to a boiling point.

The night deepened as their passion consumed them, the unspoken words and lingering regrets melting away, if only for a while.

When morning dawn begin to break, Striker knew immediately how much he just fucked up. He looked over and saw Blitzø sleeping without a care in the world. He wished this happened more often. That he was Blitzø’s…nevermind. He couldn’t think like that.

Striker quickly grabbed whatever clothes he could find and headed out the window, leaving Blitzø to himself.

Domestic life wasn’t for him, and he knew he’d just ruined it for Blitzø when this moment of weakness comes out!

[botanikos]

This is what you get for playing a bird, cloacas are superior

I'll drop this bird like a hot potato, i swear to the stARS ;;; i could be over on my human blog but nOOoOoO this featherbutt stole all of my creative space.

[speedywithadhd]

Why did you start calling me stellabutt???

-💫

I've dicedided that's my thing

(Name)butt, for anons I have

Sparkeybutt (formerly sparklebutt)

Stellabutt(you)

Flowerbutt (formerly flower bud)

I don't have a name for wing anon yet..m maybe featherbutt

[shorlinesorrows]

local aro spec would like to think he has a lot of fanfic bc of the sheer level of found family and platonic cuddling people are writing them doing

No pressure tags if you haven’t done this yet! @symbiotic-slime @just-anti-heros-things @frickenarrg @finnybee @featherbutt and anyone else!

Saw this going around twitter, looked like fun. What? I'm not procrastinating (I am, I really am)

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz

Post the results side-by-side. No pressure tags: @alypink, @revnah1406, @madefordvarka, @deadbranch, @welldonekhushi, @kaitaiga, @applbottmjeens, @froglights-and-pearls

[adhdavinci]

Oedipus this week, please

thank you!! have some dialogue that i may or may not add tags to.

“Ohhh, I have not been to a wedding in far too long! Onin, we must procure the fine feather oil!” “Eugh, count me and my new sidekick outta this.” “Pah! Are you not the new king's bodyguard? You cannot simply - ack!” “I wouldn't test him, featherbutt. He's already threatened to skin me.” “A-ah, Onin says, think of all the free food you'd be missing!”

[air-razor]

nicknames-

Pidgeotto

Murder Bird

Chef Pigeon

Old Featherbutt

Razor will...graciously note these- unique naming ideas. Patting the grey thing lightly," ...keep trying dear. I'm sure you'll manage eventually."

[notnormalmydude]

Kiawe likes birds

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Kiawe: Alright featherbutts, wake up time for food Baloo: Oh sure you can call them featherbutts but I call em scalybutts and you get mad Kiawe: It paints a gross picture of scaly patches on a butt ok???

[hes-striker]

The room is filled with the sounds of chaos. Wesson is perched on the back of the couch, foam dart gun in hand, grinning like he’s just won the jackpot. His twin sister, Winnie, is crouched behind a fort made of pillows, her imp doll clutched tightly in one hand.

Wesson: *cackling* Gotcha, Winnie!
*He fires the dart, which flies wide, landing harmlessly on the floor*

Winnie: *popping her head out with a triumphant grin* You missed, dummy!
*She retaliates by hurling the plush imp doll at him. It smacks Wesson square in the face, making him wobble precariously on the couch*

Blitzø: *from the kitchen, wearing an apron that reads “Hell’s Best Dad”*
Hey! No killing your brother before breakfast! *He turns, holding a mixing bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other*

Wesson: *rubbing his face with an exaggerated pout* She started it!

Winnie: Ladies don’t start fights but we sure can finish them!

Stolas: *seated at the table, sipping coffee and scrolling through work documents* Darling, you know they don’t listen to you.
He chuckles softly, his feathers fluffing up as he glances over at Blitzø.

Blitzø: *pointing the whisk at Stolas, mock offended* Oh, they listen! They just choose violence anyway.

The doorbell suddenly rings, cutting through the chaos. Blitzø sets down the mixing bowl with a sigh and heads to the door. Before he can reach it, the door bursts open slightly, revealing Maddie, Millie and Moxxie’s shy daughter, peeking through timidly, along with Moxxie and Millie standing behind her.

Millie: Morning Blitz! We just got a call from a client! An Overlord Client.

Blitzø: Whoa! Hot damn! That’s pretty good! But I’m making breakfast so it’ll have to wait!

Stolas: I can finish up. You can head into the office dear.

Blitzø: *waving the whisk in mock protest* But I was gonna make my famous hell pancakes! You know, the ones that only occasionally set off the smoke alarms.

Stolas: *smirking as he stands and gracefully takes the mixing bowl from Blitzø’s hands* Darling, I think the children—and our insurance—will survive if I handle breakfast this time.

Blitzø: *snorting* Alright, featherbutt, you win. Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone. Kids, behave for your very fancy Dad! 
He ruffles Wesson’s hair as the little imp hops off the couch and smacks his sister with a foam dart on the way down.

Wesson: *cheekily* You heard Dad—behave, Winnie!

Winnie: *grinning as she chucks another plushie at him* He said both of us, Wess!

Millie: *grinning as she steps fully inside, Maddie clutching her hand* Now go in Maddie. Papa and I will be back later to pick you up!

Maddie: You p’womise?

Moxxie: *smiling lovingly at his daughter* We promise *he kneels down and kisses Maddie’s cheek*

Millie: *giving Maddie a quick hug* You’re gonna have so much fun with Wesson and Winnie. Ain’t that right, kids?

Wesson: *grinning mischievously, bouncing on his feet* Yeah, Maddie! We’ll teach you how to build an even better pillow fort!

Winnie: *smiling warmly, taking Maddie’s hand* And I’ll make sure Wess doesn’t get too bossy.

Maddie: *smiling shyly* Okay... but no dart guns, Wesson.

Wesson: *grinning wider* No promises!

Moxxie: *straightening up with a groan, looking at Millie* She’s in good hands. Let’s hope they don’t destroy the apartment by the time we’re back.

Millie: *laughing as she grabs Moxxie’s arm*

Blitzø: *grinning as he throws on his jacket* Alright, y’all. Get outta here before I have to babysit you too.

Millie and Moxxie laugh, waving goodbye as they step back out. Blitzø grabs his car keys and gives Stolas a quick peck on the cheek before heading toward the door.

Blitzø: Don’t let ’em drive you too crazy, babe.

Stolas: *chuckling softly* I’ll do my best, darling. Have fun with your Overlord client.

The door closes behind Blitzø, and Stolas turns to face the trio of kids now staring at him with eager expressions.

Stolas: *clapping his hands together* Now then, little ones, who’s hungry for pancakes that don’t catch fire?

[ladyartspacer]

I just wanted to sketch these using a 6B pencil. #SPN #supernatural #chibi #chibis #chibisamwinchester #chibisam #chibideanwinchester #chibidean #chibicastiel #chibicas #moosesquirrel #featherbutt #ladyartspacer

[featherbutt]

Don't get me wrong. I loved the storylines featured in some of these edgy shows, but was it really necessary to use concepts/characters from CUTE and NICE shows for drama or horror. Its like. The opposite of the original stuff ;-;

I hope Barbie is so good and successful it makes every executive that’s turned everything bright and fun made for young girls into edgy boring teen dramas for the last ten years spontaneously combust into flames

[gilded-billionaire]

Muse! 34, 53

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Mm… I was runnin’ I think. Runnin’, but m’wings were holdin’ me back. Didn’t seem t’git an’where.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Hugged m’kiddo. Always, always gotta hug m’boy.

[jadeyarts]

an unnamed character from the comics (the changeling) and a random design for a hippalektryon in mlp style (featherbutt)

[rainydayarcaneimagines]

could write an imagine where female reader has angel wings and viktor asks to touch them, but you ask him to do more, help you to comb them.

I appreciate all the requests you made, thank you thank you

It was rather hard to ignore in Heimerdinger's class. One day he looked up and just saw feathers. He did a double take of course, questioning if they were real or not. Then you sneezed and they shot open, knocking over a classmates' notebook. You had wings. Actual wings.

Born from a race thought to be extinct you were born with a set of wings. You were referred to as "The Seraph" and many theorized your birth to be a sign of the end. However your father took you out of the religious fanatical area and moved to Piltover. There you took classes to at least try to lead a somewhat normal life. Still the name Seraph followed you though, many students referring to you as such. You kept to yourself with the exception of one very stubborn healer in training named Lux who became your roommate.

"Sorry- God sorry Lux!" You whispered. "I'm good!" She said, sticking up her hand with a thumbs up. "I hit your face." You said. "Ain't the first time, won't be the last Y/n." She said leaning up. "Is everything alright over here?" Viktor asked, making you jump back and whack Lux again. "Ow" Lux winced. "Sorry! Fuck!" You whined. Viktor rose a brow and you closed your eyes tight. "Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts." You chanted as if it were a personal mantra. Your wings closed. "Sorry they uh.... the wings get out of control if I sneeze or get too scared." You said. "Ah." Viktor nodded looking at them. "Is everything alright?" Heimerdinger asked. "Yes professor" Viktor said. "Lux, are you alright my dear girl?" Heimerdinger asked. Her hand again, shot up with a thumbs up. "Good. Next page!" He said.

When class was over you and Lux went back to the dorms, you sitting on your bed across from her. "Sorry again for the-" "nah I love making people laugh. We have got to make a comedy routine." Lux said making you roll your eyes. You sighed. "I can't believe that that poor guy had to check on us." You mumbled. "Oh Viktor? That's Heimerdinger's assistant, I'm sure he doesn't mind something like that." Lux shrugged. "He had an accent." You remembered. "...Y/n, are you forming a crussshhh?" She teased. Your face went red.

Truth be told you had noticed Viktor the first time you saw him. It was hard to ignore the man with golden eyes. You didn't know his name before this point and to be fair until Viktor heard Lux say your name, he didn't know you either.

The next day, you walked into the class to see Viktor sitting in a chair near where your seat was. You sat down confused but didn't comment. Lux walked in minutes later with coffee. "Damn Gavin was running the stand, I had to CONVINCE him this coffee was for you." She said with a huff. "I told you not to date the coffee stand guy, especially because he was so judgy." You sighed, taking one of the coffees from her. Lux sat down and rose a brow, leaning forward to see across from you.

"Yo. Viktor, what drew you to our corner of the world?" Lux asked. "Nothing in particular." Viktor said, flipping the page in a book he was reading. "Nothing doesn't happen to be sitting next to you and has wings?" Lux asked. He looked up. "What are you implying?" "That you might be wanting to get to know my friend here." Lux said, wriggling her eyesbrows. You slid down in embarrassment, covering your face. "Say hi Y/n" Lux said. "I will force my wings to hit you." You huffed. "Bitch I can take it- OW!" she yelped as the left wing smacked her. Viktor lifted his book to hide the smirk on his face.

You didn't speak again until midway through tue lecture when your pen died. "Crap. Lux, do you have a pen?" You whispered. "No the last one got thrown across the room when you bitch slapped me with Señor Featherbutt." She said through her teeth. You sighed, slightly frustrated until Viktor handed you a pen. "I've got plenty." He whispered. You took it, your fingers grazing his for a brief moment. Your heart pounded before you turned back to your notebook.

When class ended, Viktor was somehow ahead of you. You got up, speedwalking to him. "Uh your pen." You said. He turned. "Ah. Thank you." Viktor nodded, taking it back. You opened your mouth to speak. "Dude, Gavin got into a fight with some dude, it's still going on and Ezreal said he's using the caramel dispenser as a weapon." Lux said. "...Right..." you nodded Viktor raising a brow. "There's a fight on campus?" Viktor asked. "...Yeaaahh prolly shouldn't have said this in front of you." Lux realized. "Show me." Viktor sighed.

You all walked to a small square where two men were fighting (not well either). "TASTE MY VENGEANCE DICK!" The man shrieked as he sprayed the other with whipped cream. "How is this not comedy gold to you?" Lux asked Viktor. Viktor rolled his eyes. "That is enough you two." Viktor sighed. "FUCK OFF!" the other man yelled. As the two men shuffled, one nearly knocked into Viktor until something very strange took place.

A flash of gold light blinded Viktor before both men were on the ground, cowering at the winged figure before them. "Heimerdinger's office. Now." You said in a booming voice. Both men nodded before bolting off. Your wings went back down you sighing. "What was that?" Viktor asked. "Intimidation technique. It's easy really." You said. Viktor blinked a few times before speaking. "I think I'm really going to enjoy having you in this class."

The next few days, Viktor's regular seat became the one near yours. He'd watch you carefully enough to notice when you were about to sneeze, him moving a small distance to avoid the spasm that happened to your wings. You, in exchange of the new closeness, taught him more about yourself. You only lost feathers if you were sick, which wasn't often. You were actually sensitive to people touching your wings, though in what way it was never said and the other thing you explained was that you couldn't stand the nickname people had for you.

When Viktor asked if there was truth behind the supposed holyness, you snorted and said "absolutely fucking not." You were just a tiny freak of nature according to your dad. Not a sign of the end, according to the priests in Ionia. Viktor asked if you could fly at one point and you chuckled. "I can. I don't typically though, unless I'm in a hurry." Was the answer. Which is why when Viktor was reading and felt a large gust, just to look up and see you and Lux covered in water it confused him.

"Why are you wet?" Viktor asked. "Raining cats-and and dogs- fuck I'm cold!" You shivered. Your wings spanned out in full length, shaking before retracting back. Viktor noticed a small twig undeneath one of the feathers, him pulling it out. You jumped, your face red. "You had a... twig." Viktor said, seeing your flustered expression. "GReAT tHAnkS!" You screeched out. "I'm gonna... go to the bAthroom!" You said, getting up and leaving. Lux snorted and Viktor blinked. "Should I have consulted her about the twig first? I'm confused." He said. "Well first off, you being able to touch the wings without getting smacked is a miracle within itself." She said. Viktor rose a brow. "But you touched the most sensitive part of her body dude." She chuckled. "Did I hurt her?" Viktor asked. Lux laughed. "What?" Viktor asked. "Sensitive. Viktor. Sensitive." She said. "Repeating the word isn't helping-" "Dude it's like a sweet spot." She finally said.

Viktor blinked. "...Oh." Viktor realized. "Not like a perverted thing but like scratching a cat under its chin. It's a weird way of affection, you probably just freaked her out." Lux said, pulling out her notebook. "Doesn't help she's got a massive crush on you either." Lux said under her breath. Viktor's eyss widened. "What?"Viktor asked. "Hmm?" Lux realized then she said that out loud. "Okay. Let's learn" you said sitting down. Viktor looked at you and then Lux, Lux shaking her head and putting a finger to her lips. Viktor shook his head.

"Good afternoon everyone!" Heimerdinger greeted. Scattered hellos went around the room. "Turn to page 556 please!" He said. You opened your textbook, Viktor looking at you. "What?" You whispered. "Do you like me?" He asked. Your face went red and Lux facepalmed. "What?" You said, a little louder than intended. "556. Did you not catch that Miss Y/n?" Heimerdinger asked. You cleared your throat. "I thought you said something different, my apologies professor." You lied. "No worries!" Heimerdinger shrugged.

You stared at your textbook, face turning red. "You didn't answer my question" Viktor whispered. "Not. Now." You whispered through gritted teeth. "Lux said you did." Viktor said. "Lux said what." You asked, slowly turning to Lux. "Ahaha....I'm sorry." She said nervously. "You're lucky we're in the middle of a lecture or else I'd be killing you" you said, with a grunt. "I would like to know your answer." Viktor whispered. "Do you have these notes to give me at a later time?" You asked him. "Everything he's teaching can be taught with the Laurence Guidebook in library." "Good. I'm leaving." You said before getting up.

"Oh. Is she not feeling well?" Heimerdinger asked. "It's the rain, we had to run in it. Viktor why don't you go and check on her!" Lux suggested. "I don't know your dorm. "Third floor, our names are on the whiteboard." Lux said.

Which is how Viktor found himself standing in front of the door that had a warning sign with the words "WARNING: May be fluffier than average." With a small drawing of a feather under it. He knocked on the door. "If that's you Lux, I'm not going to kill you." You said. "It's not." Viktor said. He heard sounds of shuffling before the door opened. "Viktor." You breathed. "I really would like an answer." He said. "...Come in" you sighed. He stepped in.

Two beds were on either side of the room, Lux's side was neat, a few posters on the wall about her home country. Your side was covered with different countries, implying you had otherwise been or had a passion for travel. "I do. Like you. By the way." You answered. Viktor sighed with relief, though to you it was unclear. "I am glad to hear that." Viktor said. "You are?" You asked, shocked by his answer. "Y/n, I have noticed you before I started sitting next to you." Viktor said. You swallowed a gulp down, looking at him. You were unsure on what to say. Viktor however seemed to acknowledge this, sliding his hands into yours. "Aside from your wings, I just say you're angelic all the way around." He said. "Actually proper depictions of angels are pretty much eyeballs and wings so I'm not sure how much of an accurate statement that is-" Viktor kissed you, you being shocked initally but eventually embraced it, pulling him closer with your wings. He smiled, you looking in his eyes.

You sat on your bed, talking to him about more personal things, getting know him aside from basic things. Your wings kept him close, almost like an arm wrapped around him. "Y/n, may I touch your wings?" He asked. You handed him a brush. "Do you want to brush them out? I have to because of the rain." You asked. He took the brush and immediately you felt his hands. They were calloused, yet still gentle. You seemed almost like a cat with the way your wings guided his hands. He smiled, feeling the soft feathers. "You have another twig in your feathers." Viktor chuckled.

"I said I could fly, I never said I was good at flying." You said making Viktor snort.