For the Fans - 2P!UsUk

Happy Ending

(Hi broskis, I haven't updated this fic in like 2 years because I'm not necessarily part of the fandom anymore, BUT, I'm gonna update this because honestly, your comments make me feel motivated. Hope my writing is better than before instead of worse. -MP)

~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love you guys ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scanning the room, Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment; he and Allen had finally confessed to each other - they were happy and a romance was blossoming. It was a start of something new. 

"This question is for everyone, what's your favourite thing about someone on this panel?" A fan asked, their hand still remaining in the air.

"Hm, I don't know...I like Francis' hair?" Alfred shrugged, a merry smile on his face. Francis cooed and couldn't help but flip his hair over his shoulder. "Merci, mon ami." He chirped.

"Francis' fashion sense, I suppose." Rolling his eyes behind his pink-tinted shades - Oliver had no idea why he was wearing them indoors - Flav huffed. 

"I am getting so many compliments!" The Frenchman laughed, batting his eyelashes.

Oliver caught Allen's gaze in the corner of his eye. "I love everything about Ollie." He said with a mischievous grin, followed by a chorus of "Aww" and whistling. Oliver gently shoved the other, heat rushing to his cheeks. "You're so cheesy, Al! But I appreciate the comment." Ollie giggled warmly.

More and more questions, followed by answers, continued to get asked, but by now Oliver had lost track; being with Al made time speed up and everything in the background to fade. He was the most important thing he could focus on. He was what mattered, not everyone or anything else. Oliver sighed, leaning against Allen's arm and smiling up at him, only to receive a grin in return.

He was happy.

"Well, everyone, I'm afraid to say that's the end of the panel." Alfred called out. Whines and protests came from the crowd, but he only chuckled. "Don't worry, some of us will be staying behind, so you can still talk to us then. But for now, I guess it's goodbye!" He smiled, giving them a wave. Everyone joined in before standing up from their chairs and leaving the stage.  

Oliver took a hold of Al's hand, waving to the audience as he walked down the stairs of the stage and to the back room. He said his goodbyes to Alfred, Flav and Francis before turning to Allen. His heart jumped in his chest. "Al, I was wondering, would you like to come with me to the hotel? I don't mind if you don't want to-" Oliver couldn't help but get flustered as his words sped up and failed to come out audibly. Allen let out a baritone chuckle. 

"Yes, Ollie, I'd love to."

Oliver sighed in relief, a small, but embarrassed smile on his face. Al gave his hand a small squeeze as they began to walk. "So, kitten, what are we doing when we get there?" He purred. Oliver elbowed in him the ribcage. "Oh, stop it, you."

Smiles on their faces, the two walked out of the con.

~The end~

(I'm sorry it was so short, but I just feel it's suitable to end it here as otherwise it would become half-assed seeming as I'm not that into 2pUsUk anymore ('・ω・''') I hope you enjoyed it, my dudes. -MP)