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I knew you were trouble when you walked in

For this prompt:

what about "you're the reason of why I'm in this mess in the first place", for Piarles💙❤️

"Don't you dare laugh."

Pierre was glaring at Charles, who looked like he could burst out into laughter any second.

"Wha---" He held his hand in front of his mouth, looking away for a moment to compose himself, then looked back at Pierre. "What are you doing?"

What was he doing. That's a good question.

"I'm trying to salvage things, I guess."

Charles looked around at the absolute mess in the kitchen. But that mess was nothing compared to how Pierre looked at the moment.

His clothes and face full of flour and condiments and other stuff Charles didn't even know they owned.

"Salvage what, exactly?"

"You're the reason of why I'm in this mess in the first place." Pierre finally blurted out, a little annoyed.

"Excuse me?" Charles blinked. How did Pierre go from 'salvaging things' to blaming him? "This," he gestured at the kitchen, then at Pierre, "is my fault?"

"Yes. Because you can't cook to save your life and I figured one of us should try and make something decent." he shuffled his feet a little. "I was practicing. I wanted to surprise you with dinner."

Charles' face softened a little, "That's really sweet, calamar. You wanting to surprise me." A smirk appeared on his face, "And I am surprised. Maybe just not in the way you hoped I would be."

Pierre scoffed and threw a bunched up towel at him. Charles laughed and dodged it.

"I was trying to get it cleaned up. That's why I said I was trying to salvage things."

Charles' smirk turned into a much softer smile.

"Let me help you clean up, then we'll just get dinner delivered. What do you say?"

Pierre smiled now too, "I think that sounds perfect."

He stepped up closer, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend, but Charles stopped him with a hand against his chest, pulling a face.

"You should wash your face first."

Instead of doing what he was told, it was Pierre's time to grin as he grabbed Charles' wrist and pulled his hand down, then pulled him in with his other arm and kissed him all over his face.

"Pierre!" Charles squealed, trying to push at him, but laughing all the same.

"I love you," Pierre finally breathes into Charles' mouth. "But I don't think I'll try to cook for you again."

Charles snorts, resting his forehead against his lover's. "I love you too." A gentle caress of his hand over Pierre's cheek. "And I think we'll survive anyway."