thethespacecoyote:

This was fun! Thanks for the prompt anon!

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“Mooom, c’mon, I don’t wanna be late!”

“You won’t, now shush, I need to make sure you look perfect! You only go to prom once!”

“He went to prom last year, ma,” Jaxen called from where he was browsing his tablet on the bed. Rhys sighed at his youngest, before returning to adjust the lapels of Cyrus’ tuxedo.

“Yes, but that’s because one of his older beta friends asked to go with him. This is his first and only official prom,” the omega clarified as he licked his thumb and set about fussing with Cyrus’ unruly hair, which was starting to pop out of the meticulously slicked-back style he’d tried so desperately to force it into.

“Give it up, pumpkin, he’s got his daddy’s genes. There’s no way you’re taming that do,” Jack snickered as he sauntered through the doorway to the boys’ connected bedrooms, earning an annoyed huff from Jaxen.

“Can you guys get outta here? I wanna watch kill videos from Pandora in peace.” The teen groaned sourly, glaring as the rest of his family encroached on his personal space

“Don’t complain, Jax, it’s your brother’s big night,” Rhys admonished, finally throwing up his hands as locks of Cyrus’ hair continued to bounce out of the gel. “Fine. I give up. Good thing you look handsome already!”

“You kidding? He’s gonna be the most handsome alpha in that entire joint,” Jack beamed, forming a picture frame with his hands around his son and his mate. “If you don’t win prom king, I might have to airlock someone.”

“Not if mom claws out their throat first…” Jaxen droned from his bed, earning a glare from Rhys.

“Hey! I won’t…rip anyone’s throat out…because they’re definitely going to vote for Cyrus.” The omega’s eyes glimmered with a dangerous sort of pride as he took a step back, looking his son up and down. He wore a dark charcoal suit, lightly pinstriped with turquoise that matched the teen’s silky tie and marbled left eye. His boutonniere was bright yellow splashed with dots of red, an exotic flower grown by Jack’s researchers for…other purposes. It hadn’t taken long to mess with the DNA to make them mostly harmless, though.

“Ugh….c’mon, Rhys, don’t cry, don’t do it,” the omega smiled even as his eyes grew damp. Jack clapped him on the shoulder, snickering as Rhys rubbed his nose and sniffed.

“You better get outta here before the waterworks start, buddy, else mama here will be blubbering and clinging so much you won’t ever get laid tonight.”

“—Dad!”

“—Jack!”

“Pffft, whatever, I know what proms are really for,” Jack winked even as Rhys shoved playfully at him and Cyrus’ cheeks grew beet red. Jaxen merely rolled his eyes.

“Great, now that you’ve disgusted the ever-loving fuck outta me, can everyone get the hell out of my room?”

“Hey! Watch your language,” Jack growled, even as Rhys bustled him and Cyrus out of the room, leaving Jaxen alone to his graphic livestream.

“Let’s just get some photos first, then I’ll let you go, I swear.” Rhys’ ECHOeye focused a few times, taking pictures in rapid succession as Cyrus posed by the front door, his cheeks bunched up from how wide he was smiling. Rhys’ eyes glistened with happy tears as he gave his son one final hug, patting his shoulders before Cyrus was out the door, his promise to have fun and be safe still ringing in the omega’s ears.

“Before you know it, he’s gonna be conquering his own planet…” Rhys sniffed, letting Jack wrap him up in a tender hug. The alpha met his lips in a calming kiss, rubbing his broad hands up and down his back.

“Not just yet, pumpkin, not just yet. Besides, kid loves ya. He ain’t in a hurry to grow up.” Jack slipped his hands down around Rhys’ waist.

“But if you need to get your mind off of it…maybe I can help you…you know….relive your old prom memories…” The alpha winked, earning a snort from Rhys.

“Well I…um, I  kind of spent my senior prom playing video games and eating pizza at home with Vaughn.” Jack balked at him, though the omega quickly leaned up to kiss the shocked look off of his lips.

“But…I don’t mind seeing what you had in mind.”