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treasure trove

WARNING: THIS IS a little thing I whipped together today hope u like it. it's not the long oneshot in my drafts, bc iTS STILL THERE DANGIT but it is 5000+ words so ya enjoy (ALSO THANK U TO EVERYONE WHO COMPLIMENTED MY NEW HAIR IM CRYING)
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"Peter, Shaun will see you now."

The king, freshly 19, follows the buff man to the edge of the water, watching as a bald head pops up through the current.

Black eyes, fangs dripping red, an upper body ripped with muscles and the bottom made of a brown tail so off putting Peter could cringe.

Then, a youthful face with gorgeous eyes, tanned skin and a row of pearly whites. Only it's the same man and in this world the moon can do powerful things.

"Peter." The gruff voice greets and he visibly shakes.

"H-Hello." The man's long tail shimmers a wonderful green under the surface of the water, distracting him from the task at hand.

If only he could reach down and touch it...

A harsh slap delivers Peter back into reality as the siren stares at him with smoldering eyes full of hate.

The air is foggy, the sea a dark green, the kingdom asleep. The kingdom Peter now has to nurture.

"Are you ready to do what needs to be done?" Peter nods his head, his throat to dry to speak. "Good, now let's talk treaties."

And Peter follows him into the water.

PREVIOUS TIME

Connor has an ivory treasure trove full of pretty things. Jewels, gems, everything a little prince could want. Only Connors not little, in fact he's quite a big boy now, and he can't care less about the pretty things.

It's not that he doesn't like them, he just wishes for love instead. Affection instead of expenses. He wants his father's attention and his mother's endearing kisses. Only he doesn't get that.

His father's always running off to attend important meetings and his mother to focused on Nicola, his sister with looks so stunning the people of Harrah stop breathing when around her.

So what's Connor compared to that? Nothing. Just a boy with white and gold patches on his shoulders and fluffy hair he never lets the servants fix.

A boy with a wild heart, a kind and adventurous soul with dreams of finding a sweet boy to run away with. His desperation for love and affection makes him weak and you can't be weak in world where pretty boys- ones like the one Connor dreams of- can be dangerous.

So dangerous In fact, that Connor has been made unaware of them for his own sake.

"Connor? Connor my dear, please come here." Cheryl calls from the grand hall where they're getting ready for another ball. Connor closes his ivory chest and runs to her, he loves when she says his name.

"Yes mama?"

"Are you dressed for the ball my lovely? It starts in only three hours and Salen from one kingdom over will be here so you want to look your best." Cheryl knows Connor hates Salen, for as children she'd pull his hair! And plus, he likes boys not neighboring royalty.

"But I don't wanna see her mama!" She sighs, pulling her son into her arms and squishing his face into the fabric of her ball gown.

"I know Connor, but you're 18 now and your father expects you to marry." It's true, having four kids puts pressure on a king and means that you have to marry into another kingdom instead of your own. Especially with Connors brother Brandon already getting the crown here in Harrah.