And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand – ghostofgatsby

In the early years of Sips’ reign as king, trust between himself and his fae court was just beginning to be built. Finding themselves home alone with an empty fridge, Sips takes Trott out to a fancy dinner. The mortal king reflects on the closeness he’s developed in the short time he’s known Trott in particular.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

CW: drinking, horse-fucking jokes again, sex, mention of drowning/murder, bruises, technically? creampie/felching?? technically? IT’S SO HARD TO WRITE RIMMING SCENES.

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