whats good gamers heres. a fanfic. i wrote this on a whim and there is no title. ive also never published a pic before
otto octavius x gender neutral reader
takes place after the events of No Way Home
(reader is gender neutral but theres a slight mention of makeup, nothing else tho)
Otto looked in the mirror at himself, finally seeing a changed man. He still had the actuators, remnants of a distant mistake. Since then, he had travelled across the multiverse and received the help he didn't know he needed. He was able to return home and pay his dues, his time in prison wasnât exactly a highlight of his life, but it was far above his personal rock bottom. He spent three months there, before being released.
Then, by some miracle, Columbia University offered him a job. They were willing to overlook everything he had done and hire him as a professor. Having the chance to shape the minds of the next generation was an honor, and he truly gave his all to his job. He had done so well, in fact, that he was currently staring at himself in the mirror when he was meant to be getting ready for a faculty gala. He was nominated for Professor of the year, and he was already overjoyed. To even be nominated for the award was more than he couldâve dreamed of, after everything.
His eye was drawn to the doorway, and he saw the real reason he had changed. You. You had been there with him through it all, after it all went to shit, that is. You met him at his worst, and by some miracle you were still here.
You looked absolutely elegant in the flowing fabric of your outfit, perfectly tailored to accentuate your frame. Dressed up and ready to go to the gala that Otto had briefly forgotten about in his little daydream.
âWhatâs with that look?â You ask, approaching him with a tie in your hand. âAre you overthinking again?â
Otto lets you mess with his collar and wrap the tie around his neck. Your gentle fingers manipulate the fabric into an intricate knot he couldnât dream of tying. He watches the way your wedding band glints in the harsh bathroom light. He hadnât thought he could have this again, not after Rosie, but here you were, getting him ready for his big day.
âNot overthinking, my dear. Just thinking,â Otto smiles. âWhat kind of knot is this?â
âItâs called an Elderedge knot, I googled it about fifteen minutes ago,â You giggle as you finish the knot. He loves that sound. âI just thought it might be a nice touch.â
Your hands begin to retreat, but Otto takes one and places a kiss right onthe knuckle of your ring finger. He watches your face begin to flush as you smile.
âThank you, my Dear,â He says as you turn away from him to lean over the counter beside him, looking closely in the mirror. He just watches you, taking in your microexpressions as you scrutinize your makeup. After deciding it was sufficient, an epiphany seems to strike you.
âOh! I forgot one thing!â You quickly stand up straight and look at Otto. âStay here.â Just like that, youâre out the door.
Otto waits for your return, wondering what you could possibly have up your sleeve. Your head pops into the doorframe a moment later, but nothing else.
âTurn around. And close your eyes!â He does as asked, but the actuators are still looking at you. âAll of them, smartypants.â He obliges and turns the actuators away from you.
He hears you approach, and then he feels you fiddling with the ends of his actuators. Again, he wonders exactly what youâve planned.
âAaaaaand⌠Ta-Da!â Your hands gently usher the actuators into his field of view. Your arms wrap around his midsection, and itâs only a little awkward that the bases of his actuators are in the way. Youâve both gotten used to it by now.
He opens his eyes, and when he sees the actuators again, their âheadsâ are adorned with⌠little top hats and bow ties. He canât help the snort that escapes him. You gently tap him on the chest and murmur into his back that he can take them off if he wants to.
Oh he wouldnât have this. He steps away to face you, taking care not to nudge the accessories off, and takes your chin in his hand. Your eyes look into his, and he canât help but take a moment to appreciate just how elegant you look tonight.
âTheyâve never looked better,â He whispers as he leans down. His lips capture yours in a sweet kiss, only lasting a moment. As he pulls away, he plants a peck on the tip of your nose. He watches the way it scrunches as you let out another giggle.
âThank you, my love. How long until we should head out?â He asks, remembering that he is, in fact, on a time crunch.
âOh shit!â You pull away, grabbing your phone from the counter and checking the time. âWe have two minutes to get our asses out the door. Hustle!â Your voice trails behind you as you leave the room to finish getting ready.
Otto takes one more look in the mirror, making sure to pay extra attention to his fancy tie.
Even if he doesnât win the award tonight, Ottoâs more than content with the life heâs made for himself. Especially with you by his side.
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