#2pfruk

GIVE ME A CHARACTER;

and I’ll break their ass down: Oliver

How I feel about this character: Honestly, I love him so much. Like obviously there is no set characterization for him, but I love me a soft boy who is just so sweet and gentle. I always like to characterize him like Aziraphale and just agh!!! I don't write him nearly enough. I literally just finished a plot outline for a 2pfruk fic so there is that, but frankly my motivation to write anything more than a plot outline

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I don't really have many since I just started writing for him, but I will say I ship him with 2p France and Arthur.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Hmm...I haven't thought about him enough outside of my 2p Fruk, but I guess I'll say 2p Canada and 2p America. They're like his sons and he coddles them much to the two's dismay and now that I'm talking about this I need to write something.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: That he became canon. Then again I like having free range to make him how I see fit.

A few misc sketches! Plus more:

Late afternoon had struck and people were slowly but surely returning home from a tiring day at their work. Oliver was no exception to this rule as he slowly trudged his way to his house, eyelids threatening to shut at any given moment.

Work had been tough for Oliver that day. It was busy, people had been in and out of the shop and he was forced to stay longer than usual to make sure every customer was satisfied with what they had ordered.

The air was cold and crisp, Autumn was among them. Leaves fell from their trees, painting the sidewalk gold and orange like a sunset. Usually, Oliver would be jumping on them for the crunching sound but today he was too tired.

He leaned against his front door, rummaging through his coat pocket for the key. However, it was opened by his husband, François. He fell against the other, not expecting the door to be opened so quickly.

“Tough day?” François asked, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them. Oliver did nothing but nod, enjoying how warm the house was. A nice juxtaposition from the air outside.

Oliver took off his coat, hanging it up on the coat rack before turning his attention towards his lover, placing a sole kiss on his cheek as he did every day.

“You look tired, you should go to bed.” François commented.

“Only if you come with me...” Oliver mumbled out, his words laced with exhaustion. François chuckled a little, picking the shorter male up and carrying him up the stairs.

He opened the bedroom door, greeted with the familiar smell of a mix of lemon and vanilla. Oliver got back onto his feet, grabbing a few fluffy blankets that were scattered on the floor due to him throwing them off earlier in a rush.

The two got into the queen-sized bed, surrounded by multiple soft pillows and fluffy blankets to keep them safe from the harsh temperature as well as each other’s arms.

“I’ll make dinner for us later...” François stated, pulling Oliver closer to him. There wasn’t much response, just a small nod and some form of “yes” being whispered as a reply.

oh hell hey (this is all pretty fluffy pfft what can i say i’m in a good mood!)

Despite how Louis acts in public he really does secretly like what Oliver does for him he just isn’t that much of a PDA (public display of affection) kind of dude.

Honestly these two are just so sweet to each other

Oliver is very affectionate and has trouble not somehow being affectionate in public

Every once in a blue moon Louis will return Oliver’s affection in public

For one of their anniversaries Oliver made Louis homemade wine cupcakes 

To cater to both of them they often dine out for a date before going out (often the second location is chosen by Oliver)

Sometimes they end up at a park and just have a heart to heart in the dark moonlit night.

Warm mornings with soft light through the shades

They have an at home movie night every Thursday where Oliver always falls asleep before the end of the movie

The smell of warm tea and coffee at noon.

Honestly at this point it’s basically some cute shit

like mega cute

idk

I mean they definitely do fight over small shit quite a bit