Fics like under the same umbrella

"Waiting for what? The sun to come back?" Charles looked up at the pitch black German storm clouds, then back at Max, his green eyes sparkling with pure amusement. "It is going to rain for three hours. You will be a stone by then." "I don't care," Max said flatly. "I like standing here." Lie, Max’s brain helpfully supplied. Your socks are getting wet and you want a warm coffee. Charles rolled his eyes, a dramatic motion that Max knew far too well, and took two steps closer. Without asking, he tilted the massive red umbrella forward, extending the heavy dome right over Max’s head. Max blinked. His brain did a confused skip, flashing back instantly to a muddy gravel pit in Genk seven years ago, to a broken pink umbrella and a furious Monegasque boy who refused to step into the dry. Look at that, Max thought, a heavy warmth settling right behind his ribs. Role reversal. or five times max and charles shared an umbrella and one time they stood in the rain

Fics like under the same umbrella

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