Search
Results
the plucking season
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/24433564] - - public:opalsong
Zhenya ran his hand against the grain of Sid’s feathers, ruffling them up so they looked tangled. “You molty, Sid.” His hand was slapped away with a restrained giggle. “So what are you gonna do about it, huh? Wanna pluck them for me? Scratch my itch?”
Nasty November
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/21313078] - - public:opalsong
Smut ficlets, mostly Mpreg related, but knowing me it will likely spiral.
The Predawn Dance
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/33504781] - - public:opalsong
Sid cradled the weighty feeling of his abdomen in his hand. It wasn’t round yet, he could just feel the developing firmness under his belly button, but it would get there, and soon. Sid knew it would. Geno had triggered something in him and there was no undoing it. Sid would have to ride this wave out.
