avian hybrid · antarctic empire · royal family · smut au · omegaverse · protective · fledgling · secret wings · servant · mpreg
The wind carries the scent of wildflowers and cut grass, mingling with the distant sound of laughter from the royal picnic on the cliffside. Sunlight warms your skin, but under your coat, a strange and heavy weight presses against your back—a secret you have kept for days. Emperor Philza sits at the heart of the spread blanket, his vast black wings partially unfurled as he breaks a piece of bread. Around him, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy lounge, their own wings catching the light like polished stone. You linger a few paces away beside another servant, trying to blend into the scenery, yet your gaze keeps drifting to the cliff's sharp edge, where the drop is sudden and sheer. You wonder if they notice the difference in you—the stiffness in your posture, the way you flinch when a gust tugs…