Max is cleaning out the house and finds his old school uniform, he puts it on as a bit of joke thinking maybe the alphas would get a kick out of it or something. He totally doesn't expect Charles being all over him, the uniform reminding him of all the firsts of Max's he took 🥵
(old ask, this is not exactly what you wanted but hey) this accidentally became a full oneshot, enjoy!
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Max is cleaning out the attic, and he finds a box of old clothes and takes them down to go through it, half to laugh about them, half for the nostalgia, and also because maybe Riley might like one or two of them.
There is tons of stuff that kind of makes him a little sad when he looks at them. Shirts in drab colors, cheap jeans he never liked wearing, formless sweaters to hide his figure.
„Mama, most of these are so…sad.“ Riley holds up a very ugly grey-striped knit jumper.
„Yeah… I was sad while wearing them.“ Max watches Riley toss it onto the donate-pile.
There is a divide in this box, though, between before and after- before, those are the colorless clothes, the ones that scream depression. After, they get more colorful. There is a t-shirt Charles made for him, it’s tie-dye with „bestie“ written on the chest.
„I like this one,“ Riley smiles, holding it up to his own body. Max was older than him when he wore it, so it still looks too big, but he’ll grow into it.
„What’s this?“ Riley pulls out a piece of fabric, and Max’s heart stops for a second. Riley holds it up, and the ugly, mid-length skirt unfolds „I thought you never wore skirts when you were younger!“
Max shudders at the memory of sitting in a restaurant wearing it, his father talking about him like he’s not there, alphas commenting on his figure and cooking skills like he’s a doll, Daniil sitting there not talking to him.
„I didn’t.“ He grabs it from Riley’s hand and tosses it onto the landfill-pile. Riley follows it with his eyes. „My father made me wear it once.“
He has a policy of not lying to his pups about feelings and his past, and Riley is old enough to understand. Immediately, his eyebrows furrow. „Well, fuck it then.“
It makes Max smile, the swear word included.
„Ohh, look!“ Riley reaches and pulls out something else.
It’s Max’s school uniform, a white button down, a fine wool-knit jumper, the pleated skirt. Riley coos at it. „That’s so vintage, I love it!“
Max snorts. „Vintage?“
It’s the last uniform he had for school, much too big for Riley. A flood of memories overcomes Max as Riley runs his fingers over the pleated skirt. „That must have looked so cute on you.“
„It did,“ Charles says from the doorway. He must have sneaked up on them, distracted as they.
„Maman, look!“ Riley beams, „Did you have one like this too?“
„Yeah, of course.“ Charles saunters over to them, his hand landing warmly on Max’s shoulder. „But I used to roll up the waistband so it looked shorter.“
That makes Riley giggle.
„I didn’t do that,“ Max tells him, „And neither should you.“ Although he knows Riley would never. He reminds Max of himself like that.
„Actually,“ Charles hums, „I think I still have my cheerleader uniform. I think it’s in the depths of my closet somewhere.“ As intentioned, Riley’s eyes light up immediately. „Can I go look for it?“
„Yeah! It should be on a hanger.“
Riley dashes off, leaving the two of them alone. Charles sinks down to the floor next to Max and surprises him with a kiss. Max purrs into it. He knows Charles is up to something, especially when he half-climbs into Max’s lap to straddle him.
„You should put it on,“ he purrs, kissing Max’s neck.
„What?“ It comes out squeakier than expected. When Max realizes Charles is referring to the school uniform, he shakes his head violently. „It won’t fit!“
„It will!“ Charles pulls away, looking at him with a glint in his eyes. „…please?“
„Why?“ Max asks, mildly bewildered by the intensity of this request. Slow heat is rising in the bottom of his stomach as Charles is grinding down on him. He wraps his arms around him and holds on to his thighs, squeezing lightly.
„Because…,“ Charles trails his fingertips up Max’s shoulders, „That’s what you were wearing for most of our first times.“
Max feels himself blush. „Oh!“
„Yeah… I still have very fond memories of fingering you under that skirt,“ Charles purrs with a smirk, his fingertips now running along the neckline of Max’s shirt. „…and of unbuttoning that shirt.“
Max is too stunned to speak, so he just tips his head up in an offer for a kiss. Charles takes the offer. It’s true, there were many, many times when they made out while Max was wearing this outfit. There are lots of memories attached to it; not many of them have to do with actual school.
They make out for a moment, right until there are footsteps on the staircase. Charles lets out a little groan and slowly slides off of Max’s lap, giving him a heated grin. Max also feels slightly out of breath.
Riley barges in, Charles’ old red and white cheerleading uniform in hand. „I found it!“
„Great!“ Charles rises to his feet. „I could try it on, see if it still fits me.“ He gives Max a wink, then tells Riley, „Your papa must have a matching alpha one somewhere.“ He holds the skirt up to his hips, and Max has to look away so he doesn’t blush even harder.
„You could have a Highschool dress-up party!“ Riley suggests innocently.
Charles gives Max a smirk and wiggles his hips, making the pleated skirt swing back and forth. „Yeah, maybe we should.“
After Isabel knocks up Leah at graduation and the Luna / Flynn drama, do Max and Daniel sit the other 4 down like “right, just think carefully about your partners please?”
Riley: *sweating because he hasn’t told his Dad yet that he is seeing a guy who’s 8 years older than him and technically his teacher*
Evie: „sure thing Dad“ (has never had a normal relationship in her life, comittment issues are hereditary it seems, met her last boyfriend at a rave while wearing cat ears and being on drugs)
Jakob: ?? (his girlfriend is a girl whom he has been friends with since they were like, 8 years old)
Jasper: „Okay Dad!“ *is a literal child*
Yeah, they are giving Daniel a few grey hairs. Some more than others.
This is the final oneshot I managed for the VV summer event, and was inspired by many a conversations with @33max 🩵
fluff with light angst//pack/family feels//tw: mentions of drug use, mentions of fights with parents
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Daniel meant to cut the tree down. It was old and knobbly and the placement wasn’t ideal, right on the edge of the cow pasture.
He didn’t get that far, because Isabel begged him, with tears in her eyes, to leave it be because it was her “favorite tree”.
“You never said that it was your favorite!”
“You never asked!” she sniffled dramatically, sounding a lot like Charles.
“What else am I supposed to do with it? It doesn’t even carry apples anymore.”
“We could build a treehouse in it?” Riley suggested quietly from the side. “Like the kind the kids in my book have. A magic one.” Of course, Isabel immediately agreed.
And so, Daniel, with the help of Michael and two very eager six year olds, spent the next few weeks gathering wood and supplies, and constructing a treehouse out of it.
It didn’t take long for the adults to become just as invested in the project. It was fun teaching the kids how to hammer in nails, how to sand, how to put in the little windows they had ordered online and how to roof it with tarp.
To make sure the treehouse really was magic, Lando helped Riley paint it, purple with little stars on it. Sophie got the pups small furniture, a little sofa to sit on, an old, colorful rug, a kid-sized table, some blankets.
When it was done, they all felt very accomplished.
“Daddy, I love it!” Isabel wrapped her arms around Daniel’s leg, looking up at him with a big, big smile and shining brown eyes. “It’s so cool!”
“It really is,” Daniel agreed, giving her a grin, rubbing her back. “And the paint job is what really pulls it together.”
On Michael’s arm, Riley beamed. There was still some purple paint on his cheek.
That night, the twins celebrated by inviting Leah and having juice and cookies in their new treehouse.
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For a while, Riley and Isabel got to enjoy the treehouse for themselves.
The triplets and Luna were too small to climb up the ladder on their own for a while, but that only made them want to get up there even more. When the triplets got too much for them, it was easy for the twins to escape into their sacred little space, rolling up the ladder and ignoring the wailing downstairs.
However, this was the best motivator for the younger kids to learn how to climb, and soon, the treehouse war was on.
Eventually, via the means of a packling tribunal, they decided on fair rules for everyone to use the tree house.
“No pushing people off” was priority number one, thankfully.
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The years passed, and the treehouse saw many additions: a rope swing, new curtains, a radio, flower pots, and a new paint job, courtesy of Luna and Lucía.
Jasper was born, and being the baby of the family, he got the privilege of being lifted up there before he could ever climb by himself, always just wanting to be included.
Eventually, the twins grew out of wanting to play-pretend with their siblings.
“Isa, will you play superheroes with us in the treehouse?” Evie tugged on her older sister’s sleeve. “Pleeeease?” She put all of her force into that please to convince Isabel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, because Isabel’s eyes were stuck on her phone screen.
“No, I’m calling Leah in a minute.”
“Ughhhh,” Evie exclaimed, slinking off, not even in a mood to make kissy noises at her sister for mentioning Leah. “Riley?” she asked hopefully, even though she knew it was no use. Riley sometimes still played dolls with them, but not superheroes.
“No, Evie,” Riley told her, looking at least somewhat sorry, “I need to finish my homework.”
“You’re always spending way too much time on your homework,” Evie grumbled, leaving her two boring older siblings alone in the living room, but not without a “You’re both stupid!”
She found Michael in the kitchen, reading a recipe off his iPad, cracking open eggs.
“Papa,” she whined, climbing one of the stools, “Isa and Riley never wanna play with us anymore!”
He looked up from his cooking, giving her a half-smile that usually meant he was about to say something wise. “That’s just how it is when you get older, bug. They’re proper teenagers now, they’re interested in other things.”
“Ugh,” Evie grumbled again, laying her arms flat on the countertop and her head on top of them. “Being a teenager must suck then, if they don’t want to play cool games in the cool treehouse with us anymore.”
Michael chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You have no idea.”
Later that night, Evie snuck her way in between Riley and Isabel in the pup nest.
“Sorry I said you were stupid.”
She watched her older siblings exchange an amused glance over her head, which kind of made her want to pinch them both, but she controlled herself. “I talked to Papa and he said being a teenager sucks ass.” She paused, then added, “Well, he didn’t say it like that but it’s what he meant. So I forgive you.”
“Wow, thank you for your apology,” Riley said, clearly trying not to laugh.
“It does suck ass sometimes,” Isa shrugged, wrapping her arms around Evie to tickle her, but Evie quickly kicked her (lightly). She had one more thing to say. “Wait! Will you- …will you still do the sleepover with us?”
The treehouse sleepover was a tradition. Once a year, on the last day of school before summer break, all of them slept outside in the treehouse. It was a tight fit, but Evie desperately wanted her big brother and sister there, even if they were stinky boring teenagers now.
“Of course!” Isa gasped, shocked by the assumption, “Why not?!”
“It’s the law,” Riley said, matter-of-factly, “Treehouse sleepover on the last day of school is required.”
“Okay.” Evie let out a breath. “...you can tickle me now.”
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The treehouse changed over time, got bigger, a little more crooked, saw different paint jobs and ladders and furniture.
It always stayed a place for the kids to have their own space, away from the parents and sometimes, the world. Even as they got older, it still saw use, albeit not as much as it used to.
It was good for hiding after a bad day, for reading undisturbed, for sleepovers with friends, for games that were otherwise deemed “too childish”, for secret phone calls nobody else was supposed to hear, and for many other things.
“I can’t believe we used to be able to stand up in here,” Leah laughed, reaching over her head to touch the ceiling with her palms.
Isabel tried to look anywhere but at her. “Yeah, crazy, right?”
“Do you remember when we played princess and knight?” Leah smiled. Her teeth were so white, and Isabel couldn’t believe how long it had taken her to notice that. She was noticing a lot of new things about Leah lately.
“Yeah, I remember. You stole one of your mom’s dresses for it.” Isa had to duck her head to even sit up in here; she was leaning forward at an awkward angle.
“I did!” Leah giggled, “He was sooooo mad at me for it.” She paused, and Isabel watched her run her fingers over the edge of the ratty little carpet Lucía had weaved for the treehouse a few years ago.
“Do you remember when I said the princess should give the knight a kiss?”
Isabel snorted, “You mean when I said that princesses kiss princes, not knights?”
“Yeah,” Leah giggled.
Silence fell over them for a moment. It was a new, heavy, exhilarating kind of silence as the enclosed space of the treehouse filled with a warm, sweet scent.
“...do you want to kiss the princess now?” Leah asked into the silence, her voice soft and pretty. Her fingertips were inching towards Isabel’s on the wood floor.
“...I… would like that, yeah,” Isa said, barely managing a whisper.
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“Lunie?”
Lucía peeked over the edge of the treehouse, her eyes wide and still a little wet.
Luna wanted her to leave, but she couldn’t get herself to actually say it.
“Are you gonna come down for dinner?” Lucía asked hopefully.
Luna sat up, wiping her eyes dry. Her throat hurt from crying. “Is Papá still angry at me?”
Lucía scrunched up her nose as she pulled herself all the way up onto the platform with Luna. “A little bit I think. But he’s not yelling anymore. He’s just looking around all grumpy, you know how.” Her imitation of their Dad made Luna laugh.
Lucía leaned into Luna, putting her head on her sister’s shoulder. “...they’re just worried about you, I think.”
Luna hummed quietly, her throat filling up again. “They can’t get mad at me everytime I have a boyfriend!” she mumbled, “That’s not fair!”
Lucía said nothing for a second, and then carefully looked up at her. “...no offense, Lunie, but I think it’s the kind of boys you date.” Luna couldn’t really argue with that, to be honest. “You knew he does drugs. Everyone knew he does drugs.” Sometimes, Lucía sounded more mature than Luna even felt, even though she was the older sister.
“Maybe you’ll get it when you’re older, love makes you blind,” Luna shrugged, feeling silly and defensive.
“...I don’t think I will,” Lucía said, putting her head back on Luna’s shoulder.
“...it’s over with him now, anyway.”
“Sorry.”
They sat in silence for a minute or two before Lucía said, “...come down for dinner, Lunie, please. I think maybe we’ll have ice cream for dessert.”
Luna sighed deeply.
“...yeah, okay.”
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On the last night of school, thirteen years after the treehouse was built, they had their last summer sleepover.
All of them felt the finality.
Riley was going away for college, and Isabel was having a baby with Leah, and nothing would ever be the same after tonight.
Together, they had spent the last few days expanding the treehouse, adding more flooring to the platform. Flynn built stilts to hold it up until the treehouse had a massive front porch.
It was a total overkill for this one night, but nobody questioned it.
They squeezed up there together, a mess of sleeping bags and blankets and cookie crumbs. Jasper insisted on sleeping right next to Riley, holding on to him all night as if he could keep him from leaving if he just tried hard enough.
Wrapped in his sleeping bag and his little brother’s arms, Riley couldn’t fall asleep, staring at the stars above them instead. He could tell through their bond that Isa wasn’t asleep either. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw a slow tear run down from the corner of her eye into her blond hair.
In silence, he reached over, grabbing her hand, squeezing it three times. I love you. She squeezed back thankfully, looking at him with a wobbly smile.
A lot was about to change now, and both of them were scared.
“I’m so glad you convinced Dad that this was your favorite tree,” Riley whispered.
“Me too,” Isa whispered back. Next to her, Evie stirred, snuggling into her side.
For a moment, the twins just smiled at each other. Riley felt tears well up as well; just seeing her cry was enough.
“Being a teenager sucks ass,” Isa whispered, and then they both had to clutch their hands over their mouths to stop themselves from waking up their packlings with their laughter, making their tears less salty.
Eventually, they calmed down and Riley reached for Isa’s hand again.
Cute prompts: Pre or Post Heat!Riley with Jasper 🥺
you know I love these two <3
send me prompts for cute lil mini fics
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„Someone came to see you,“ Mom says gently.
„Hmm?“ Riley grumbles. It’s so hard to keep his eyes open, he’s exhausted. The worst of it is over, but he still feels like every muscle and organ is sore.
„Wiley?“ There’s the little pitter-patter of feet, and when Riley opens his eyes, Jasper stands by his bedside, looking at him with wide eyes.
„Hey, Jassy.“ Seeing his little brother brings a smile to his face.
„I did a painting for you,“ Jasper says shyly, holding up a piece of paper with a crayon artwork on it.
„Beautiful, thank you,“ Riley smiles. His voice is raspy.
Jasper carefully puts the painting down on Riley’s bedside table, then shifts. „Mama says you’re not sick.“
Riley shrugs. „I’m not, but I just don’t feel very good right now. I’m really sleepy.“
Jasper hums, considering it. „Can we do sleepy cuddle?“ he then asks, his face lighting up hopefully.
Behind Jasper, Mama laughs.
„Of course.“ Riley hoists Jasper up onto the bed with him, and Jasper flops down on top of him, burying his face in the crook of Riley’s neck to scent him.
He sniffs Riley a few times before pulling back. „You smell like mama!“
„I do?“ Riley asks, scrunching up his nose.
„Yeah,“ Jasper nods before burying his face in Riley’s neck again. „I like it.“
here is a Riley-centric oneshot I wrote as a gift for the lovely @thatsapodium <3
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Riley couldn’t spot his family in the crowd, but just knowing they were there filled his heart with an excited, deep warmth. Dad, beaming in the suit he had bought just for this, Mom in the same navy dress that was always brought out for festive occasions. Grandma Sophie, Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe, excitedly taking photos. His siblings and packlings, dressed up like he rarely ever saw them. Isabel and Leah with little Clara, who was looking adorable in her dress. Carlos and Lando were there, too, of course, and Papa, and Pierre. And Maman, whose eyes were shiny and whose smile was fierce and proud when he cupped Riley’s cheeks in his hands and told him, „I knew you would make it one day.“
„Three more minutes,“ Benoit, the conductor of the orchestra, said behind him, startling Riley away from the curtain.
„Okay.“ Riley exhaled slowly and smoothed down his dress.
Ben watched him with a thoughtful smile. „You will be amazing.“
„What are you doing up here?“ Riley asked quickly, trying to will himself out of blushing.
„I wanted to come see you,“ Ben replied, fixing his cufflinks, „For good luck.“
Now, Riley was definitely blushing. „Oh. Thank you.“ He didn’t know why, but he added, „My whole family is here today.“
Ben gave him a sympathetic grin. „Ah. Nervous?“
„A little bit,“ Riley admitted, shifting on his feet. The black dress he was wearing had a high neckline and felt like a hug. „Aren’t you?“
Ben gave a very french shrug. „Yes,“ he said, „Everytime.“
That was oddly comforting, because Benoit was a literal musical genius, one of the youngest conductors ever to work with this particular orchestra. He was a beta from France, in his early thirties, supremely talented and very handsome with thick dark hair, blue eyes and glasses.
Riley and him had been flirting for the past few months.
A low gong sound counted down the last few moments before the start of the concert.
„I mean it, Riley,“ Benoit said quickly, taking an urgent step forward, reaching for Riley’s hands. Ben’s hands were warm and strong around Riley’s when he squeezed them. „You are amazing. You will do amazing.“
Riley let out a breathless „Thank you!“ while his entire body felt like it was spinning.
Ben let go of his hands and gave Riley one last lopsided smile. „Bonne chance!“
„Bonne chance!“ Riley echoed, and then, quickly before he could change his mind, „Wait!“
He took two steps forward and kissed Ben on the cheek. „For good luck.“
Ben let out an adorable, surprised noise, half-stopping in his tracks, but Riley ushered him away, giggling. „You have to go! Quick!“
„I have to go!“ Ben repeated, a big, happy smile spreading on his face, „Yes. I have to- I’ll see you later!“
„Yes!“ Riley watched as Ben almost tripped over his own feet when he hurried towards the stage entrance. His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest, and he felt like he could do anything right now.
„Ladies, Gentlemen and esteemed others,“ the voice of the concert hall’s director sounded through the thick curtains as the crowd quieted down, „Welcome to Young Talents night at the Royal Concert Hall.“
Riley took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The concert went perfectly.
Riley had to blink away tears in his eyes when the crowd cheered and clapped for them. Nothing could ever rival this feeling.
Well, maybe something could: the sight of his family in the foyer, Dad carrying a massive bouquet of flowers.
Jasper was the first to spot him. „Riley!“ he exclaimed, and ran at him, throwing his arms around him. He had grown a lot, and catching him forced a little „oof“ out of Riley. Nevertheless, he hugged his little brother tightly, and Jasper squeezed him back, going on and on.
„You sang so beautifully and you look so pretty and Dad cried but he pretended he didn’t-“
This meant so much more than any compliment from any professional he had received while making his way through the crowd.
His family descended upon him with hugs and kisses and compliments. Dad hugged him for a long time. Riley enjoyed being covered in Dad’s comforting, familiar scent. When they let go, there were proud tears in Dad’s eyes again that he wiped away with the back of his work-worn hand. „I’m so fucking proud of you.“
„Some occasions warrant foul language,“ Leah said, and threw her arms around Riley, pulling him into the next hug.
Several minutes passed until everyone had hugged him and told him how proud they were of him.
„Um, Riley, I think someone is here to see you,“ Luna said behind him when Riley was just in the process of getting squeezed by Grandma Sophie. When he turned, he saw Benoit standing there on the edge of his family circle, looking politely handsome with a glint in his eye.
„I just came to congratulate you briefly on your outstanding performance,“ he said.
Riley felt his already wide smile widen. He could tell his entire family was curiously watching them now.
„Thank you,“ he said as gracefully as he could; he knew Ben could tell he wanted to say much more. Do much more. „Congratulations on yours as well.“
So formal. A cheeky little grin tugged on the corner of Ben’s mouth. „Thank you so much.“
There was a slight pause, then Riley remembered to introduce Ben. He gestured behind himself awkwardly, „This is my… my whole family. …this is Benoit, the conductor.“ When he half-turned, he saw Maman’s knowing grin.
Grandpa Joe leaned over from behind Riley, holding out his hand to shake Ben’s. „Incredible work, young man.“
„Thank you so much,“ Ben replied, shaking Grandpa’s hand. „Lovely to meet Riley’s family.“
„You have cool glasses,“ Jasper said from where he was wrapped around Mom.
„Thanks!“ Ben grinned, „So do you.“
Jasper looked very satisfied with the compliment. „We’re going to have sushi now, because that’s Riley’s favorite.“
„Nice,“ Ben grinned, „That’s good to know.“ He gave Jasper a little wink. „Hope you enjoy your dinner.“
Jasper beamed up at him.
Riley felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.
„I’ll see you saturday?“
„Yes,“ Ben said, turning his attention back to him with a warm smile. „See you saturday.“
„Okay,“ Riley said quietly, trying not to completely lose it over Ben in front of his family.
„Enjoy your sushi,“ Ben told him, giving a formal, modest little bow before disappearing into the crowd.
It took his siblings exactly two seconds after Ben was gone to start making kissy noises.
but tell me that covering his teddy with his blanket wouldn't be something little riley would do
Oh for sure. Huge teddy bear, barely fits in his bed with him... but needs to be under the blanket at all times so he "won't get cold" 🥹♥️
(Max's ovaries are about to explode)
(It's very funny to me that the twins are the 🥰🧸♥️🌼 pups and the triplets are the 😎🔪🍂🪨🐸 pups. Evie has definitely tried taking a toad to nap time with her.)
Sweet baby jasper 😭 I’d love any other fluffy little moments when the kiddos are presenting and dealing with all that comes with that? I loved the Christmas fic that focused on Riley so much.
I love that you love it, because I love writing it
I'm still filling little prompts, just slowly
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"Daddy, my head hurts."
Daniel lets out a gentle rumble and runs his fingers through Riley's curls, scratching his scalp. "Again?"
"Yeah," Riley sighs and leans against his dad's shoulder, slowly scenting him.
"That sucks," Daniel muses, pressing a kiss to Riley's temple. "Do you want to go lie down? Closing your eyes will help. I'll bring you some water."
Riley sighs wetly, squeezing himself against Daniel once more. Daniel scents him, and only then is he able to let go, slowly dragging himself out of the kitchen like the teenager he is.
Max waits until he hears his steps on the stairway before saying: "He's going to present soon."
Daniel gives him the most incredulous, wide-eyed stare. Max shrugs. "That's how it started for me, bad headaches, moody, grumpy, a little sick all the time... he's at that age, you know."
Daniel looks absolutely shook to the core. "He's only seventeen!"
He must realize how silly that sounds, because he immediately corrects himself. "He's still so..." He gestures.
Max knows what he means. Isabel presented a year ago, but she's always seemed older than Riley, more mature. Even though they are twins, it's like she is their oldest. She's getting her driver's license, going out with friends on the weekends, kind-of-dating Leah. Meanwhile, Riley still loves hanging out with his parents and watching Disney movies with Jasper, and sleeps with a stuffed animal.
"It's bound to happen at some point!" Max holds up his hands.
Daniel huffs and says nothing, his brows drawn together in concern as he fills up Riley's hydroflask. It has a Rapunzel sticker on it.
"He'll be okay," Max says, taking a step closer to his mate and putting a hand on Daniel's arm. "We'll take good care of him."
The concern in Daniel's face doesn't go away fully, but it softens. "We will," he says, and leans forward to kiss Max. "He'll be safe with us."
"Yes," Max whispers against Daniel's lips. "Much safer than I was."
Daniel wraps his arms around him, and doesn't let go for a long time.
Riley stars in his uni's production of Rocky Horror Picture Show one year, they premiere on Halloween and of course the whole packs goes. Riley plays Janet, and does an amazing job. Charles is incredibly proud of him for being daring and confident enough to fill the somewhat sexy role. Daniel conveniently excuses himself during Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me.
