A little while ago you did a fluff of Subaru cuddling with his s/o and getting his wings stroked, could you possible do similar wing stroking scenarios for Carla and Reiji please?

Admin Mawile:ヾ(*ゝω・*)ノ (Oh and by the way, Carla’s wings are badly affected by the Endzeit)

Carla:

-You couldn’t imagine how awful it would be to live like he was. 

Even his wings, which should have been soft, perfect white, were scarred over, covered in dark, bloody bruises and rotting away near the tips, thin skin marred with decay and fur completely missing in patches. 

For Carla’s obsession with appearances, you could understand why he didn’t want you to see these. 

They didn’t just look bad, they looked painful. 

Tentatively, you stretched out one hand, stroking over an uninjured part and praying it would cause him pain. 

Almost instantly, a gasp tore out of him, his entire body leaning back into the one small touch. You stroked again, and the sound was more like a sob, wings fluttering in relief against his back. 

Reiji:

-Sometimes, you realized just how stressed Reiji was. 

The sheer difference between his usual stiff, dignified self and the whining, relaxed mess in your lap was startling, and it was occurring to you that he needed this kind of relaxation much more often. 

It was strange, though, to see a man so normally composed helplessly leaning into your every touch, soft little wings twitching back into your hands. 

Even his face was unguarded now, eyes squinted closed to not have to face you, the extent of struggle to remain untouchable shining through more with every moment of contact. 

It was enough to make your chest clench with sympathy. 

Determined to finally bring him some peace, you focused on the gentle strokes over the velvety, dark fur of his wings.