i emerge from the void with a cardboard stegosaurus fic!! wholesome family vibes! not an angst in sight! who even am I?? i've been replaced with some sappy imposter!
anyways, summary & link 😌:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66138250
'He's just stirring the stir-fry (and huh, is that why it's called stir fry?) when a pair of arms wrap around his waist, and a chin hooks over his shoulder. Pierre presses a kiss to the back of Cliff's neck, cologne enveloping him in seconds, and Cliff really has to focus in order to put the stir in stir-fry.'
[wholesome family vibes because these characters deserve nice things]















