c!Philza x BirdHybrid!Reader
You sigh as you look at the disarray of feathers across your feathered wing.
The best part of your Netherite wing is never having to preen it.
You're not that lucky with your other wing.
The white feathers are all out of order, and you know you need to take some time to fix the problem sooner than later.
You slam the front door behind you, trying to avoid your hybrid boyfriend in the process.
Before you can make a break for the bedroom, Phil steps in front of you.
"What's wrong? I don't think the door deserved that.", you know his tease is a cover for how concerned he actually is.
"Nothing.", you try to push past him, but he stops you again by gently grabbing your arm.
"y/n, I can tell something is wrong. You can tell me.", Phil tries to assure you.
You sigh, staring down at the floor.
Without looking at him, you extend your good wing, showing him the disarray.
He inhales sharply, realizing what the problem is.
"Would you like some help?", he offers.
Your eyes snap up to his.
"No, no, no, no, you don't need to help me. I can do it myself.", you quickly babble, not wanting him to do that for you.
"y/n, let me help you.", he's not offering anymore, rather ordering.
Your shoulders slump a bit as you give in.
Phil moves his hand from your arm down to your hand, leading you into the bedroom.
He sits cross-legged in the middle of the bed, patting the edge.
You position yourself on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off of the side.
"It might hurt a little bit.", he warns you.
His hand trailing down your wing sends shivers down your spine.
He pulls the first feather, and you jump at little bit at the slight throb of pain.
His fingers work quickly to rid your wing of the unruly feathers.
When he decides that your wing looks perfect, he uses his fingers to comb down the remaining feathers.
There's still a dull ache shooting through your wing from the feathers being pulled.
"Are you okay?", Phil asks you softly.
You retract your wing, it nestled against your back.
"Just hurts a little.", you whimper.
Phil's heart tugs at the frown on your face.
"C'mere.", he hums.
You crawl into his lap, letting him hold you for a moment.
"You did so good.", he whispers into your ear.
He continues whispering small praises until you feel better.
"Thank you.", you whisper as you pull away enough to press a kiss against his jawline.
"I'm happy to help.", he replies, returning the kiss to your lips this time.
"Can we cuddle now?", Phil chuckles at your question.
"Of course, darling."
