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.“
For cute asks. Carlos and Lando taking engagement pictures. We know Carlos' family is more traditional and I just feel like they would want to make an official engagement announcement. And Charles is there like directing the whole thing.
People tell him he's photogenic, but Lando does not feel photogenic right now. His nose itches from the grass pollen.
Carlos has his arms wrapped around him from behind, and the post just feels unnatural and stilted. He can smell the uncomfortable notes in Carlos' scent. Great, if they're both this awkward and stiff, the photos will surely turn out great.
"Lando, move your hand to the side a little so you can show off your ring," the photographer, Ted, directs him. Lando has no idea where to move his hand to, and he feels himself getting annoyed.
Charles is watching from the sidelines, brows drawn together. When Lando shoots him a helpless look, he cocks one of them and then sucks on his teeth with the most judgemental noise known to man.
"This isn't working," Charles says, sauntering up next to Ted, who throws him a surprised look, not used to being critiqued on his work. After all, he's the most booked (and most expensive) wedding photographer in their area.
Behind Lando, Carlos slumps, letting out a quiet, exasperated laugh.
Lando half turns to grin up at him, giving him an eyeroll.
"Let's not ever do this again," Carlos jokes. There is sweat on his upper lip; it's hot and he's wearing a suit jacket. At least Lando got away with a (somewhat) modest dress.
Charles, in the meantime, is explaining Ted's job to him. "-unnatural pose, it's way too stiff. There needs to be more movement. They're not fourty, and it doesn't need to be this traditional."
"But the request was specifically for a traditional set!" Ted replies defensively.
"Well, show some creativity, Ted," Charles shoots back, gesturing to Carlos. "Take off that awful jacket, roll up your sleeves, shake out your hair a little bit. You look like you're trying to sell me something."
Ted has apparently decided that he's better off shutting his mouth and just doing whatever Charles tells him to do; Lando and Carlos are more used to it so it comes naturally to them.
Charles makes them walk around, dance, twirl, kiss, sit, stand, even lie down. But most importantly, he keeps telling them to just keep talking and laughing together.
When the photos are finished, they're beautiful. They look natural and intimate but still classy. Lando's mother cries when she sees them, so Lando counts that as a win.
Charles seems very satisfied with the results.
"You know," he says, "If you ever want to do a boudoir photoshoot, I'm happy to help as well."
I feel that a sick charles would be unbearable to deal with? Like, whining, crying 24/7... needing everyone to scent him,...
Charles, healthy: I'm a strong independent omega who needs nobody to coddle me
Charles, sick: max can I have some soup 🥺 no you have to hand-feed me it 🥺 Michael scent me right now.... no not like that.... 🥺 I miss pierre, he needs to fly here right now 🥺🥺 max the soup is too hot 🥺
lots of stuff sucks atm, and I am trying to make christmas nicer for myself, so have this unashamedly self-indulgent, happy, joyful snippet. And feel free to send asks if you want. I’ll try to write some more prompt fills over the next few days as well.
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"Who was your first kiss?" Charles leaned back with a vixen-like smile, stirring his cocktail with a languid motion, "Come on, you can tell us now. We already know all your other secrets."
Lando felt his cheeks grow hot. "No, it's too embarrassing!" It really wasn't that bad if he was quite honest, but he just liked to put on a show for the attention.
"Aww come on, Lando!" Max's cheeks had a healthy flush, but his was caused by having half a gin and tonic. Lando giggled and hid his face in his hands until Max touched his arm with a laugh.
"What if we go first?" he suggested, and that did in fact pique Lando's attention.
"...maybe."
Charles huffed out an easy laugh. "You go first, Max."
„You already know who it was,“ Max said, giving Charles a grin. Charles narrowed his eyes at him. „Not me!“ he huffed, feigning offense.
„No, not you,“ Max agreed, „Although we can pretend it was you.“
„Who was it, then?“ Lando asked, curiously wiggling in his seat.
„Martin, my friend,“ Max said, „My neighbor from when my parents still lived together.“ Max paused dramatically, then added, „In middle school.“
It wasn’t even that funny, but they just burst out laughing anyway. „That does NOT count!“ Lando exclaimed, „You were literally a baby.“
Max was laughing into his cocktail, cheeks even more rosy than before now. Charles clicked his tongue. „Took you long enough after that to figure out you’re not as straight as your Dad wanted you to be.“
Max snorted, „Yeah, took me exactly until you had your hands on my tits for the first time.“ Charles gave him a smirk and reach out to cup Max’s chest, balancing his glass with the other hand, then leaned over to kiss him. Lando watched the wet, messy slide of their tongues against each other for a moment, before giving a needy little whine- no chance they were allowed to forget about him now.
Charles pulled back, but not without giving a sultry purr by Max’s ear. „Mine was Pierre,“ he announced, crossing his legs and hooking one of his ankle around Lando’s pulling him closer somehow.
„That’s so boring!“ Lando complained, followed by a little „Hey!“ when Charles used that same ankle to kick him lightly.
„It’s not boring, it’s romantic!“ Max objected.
„It wasn’t that romantic,“ Charles inclined his head, „We were like… thirteen maybe, and wanted to know what kissing felt like. So I kissed him, and then ran away.“
Lando and Max both aww’ed; the idea of Charles being so shy was almost absurd now.
„I can say he’s gotten a lot better at it since,“ Charles smirked, taking a sip of his cocktail.
„I sure hope so,“ Max snorted.
„Your turn now, Lando.“ Charles turned his gaze on Lando, eyes raking over his face.
Lando sighed dramatically, crossing his arms for show. „It’s boring.“
„The more you try not to say it, the more curious he will poke you for it,“ Max said, nodding towards Charles who sat there, watching Lando with an impish grin.
Lando chewed on his bottom lip for a second. „…it was a guy from school I liked. He was like… the hottest guy in school, and everyone liked him, and I guess he was kind of into me… he asked me if he could be my boyfriend, and we kissed under the bleachers.“
Charles groaned. „Your life is literally a teen movie.“
Lando let out a dismissive noise. „I realized really quickly that I didn’t like him enough for kissing, so I broke up with him I guess. He texted me for three months after, and even wrote me love letters, put them into my locker an’ all.“ He clicked his tongue dismissively. „Pretty annoying.“
Max and Charles exchanged an incredulous glance. „Our hot little girlie next door heartbreaker,“ Charles commented, leaning back on the sofa.
„I don’t think it was thaaat bad,“ Lando objected, making a face, which prompted Max and Charles to exchange another Look.
„Not much has changed since then,“ Max said with an idle laugh.
I feel like Joris is Charles' favorite assistant who everyone is jealous of in the office. Like he can do wrong and Charles' has him over to the house all the time for like family dinners. They jokingly refer to him as Charles' Work Husband. And all the kids call him uncle Joris regardless of who their parents are because he's just always there. I don't really see him getting involved in like other pack activities but maybe they try setting him up with Arthur.
WORK HUSBAND JORIS anon ily 🩷 i was thinking so hard of where he'd fit and i love that lol
also the idea of Carlos being like "wait I thought I was your work husband" and Charles is like "no, you're my work side bitch because Joris was there first" cue Carlos being a little bit sad for real lol
This might sound like I’m crazy, but whenever I have big projects or gritty things I have to do in life, I ask myself “what would vv!charles do”, he would boss bitch his way through whatever the task is and would not be wasting his time procrastinating, and that’s how I get through my hard life tasks. I have no idea why but it really works.
Omg nonnie that's so sweet... I also do this lmao but I thought it's because I wrote several thousand words of him girlbossing his way through life... it's so nice to know he's an inspiration for u 💖
does leo exist in the VV universe? Does charles just bring him home one day or is he a present from micheal?
If there is one thing I can never resist it's adding more dogs to the vv, so of COURSE the answer is yes
I love the idea of him being a present from Michael 🥺 Charles falling in love instantly... Michael is like "he's the perfect dog for you because he's confident, stubborn and beautiful" lol
