In which a species of alien flower plays matchmaker. Or, the obligatory sex pollen story.

The youngest prince of Atlantis goes looking for the Sea Witch in hopes of turning human. He never makes it that far.

“Now you get to help me stall them since you almost blew my cover.” Keith shifts in his lap and Shiro’s fingers tighten on his hips. “We gotta act like we’re into public shit. They’re gonna leave otherwise.” Shiro freezes where he’d been mouthing at Keith’s bare shoulder. “I’m serious, Shiro, don’t blow this fucking mission,” Keith hisses. “We’ll deal with this later.”