Hi I Saw Ur Post About Wanting To Take Requests To Write About Hoo And I Have One For U

hi i saw ur post about wanting to take requests to write about hoo and I have one for u

Maybe leo×automaton reader? I was listening to polyester girl and thought it'd be a funny idea (i also just hate calleo with a passion) ok bye thxx

W song choice also so real for hating calleo. I actually love this idea so I'm really glad you asked me to write it and thank you for being the first to request a fic!

Warnings: pet names (babe)

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Leo thought you were beautiful. With your soft skin and lush hair. Leo found it unfortunate that it wasn't real but he loved you regardless. He's never been good with people, never understanding what made them tick. But with you, since you were an automaton, it just came naturally. It's like he had a 6th sense for everything you needed. Like his magic Hepheastus powers allowed him to read your mechanical mind. He knew when you wanted flowers, when you wanted hugs, when you were bored or upset and he always tried his best to adhere to your needs.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, holding your hair out of the way while he worked on fixing a loose cog under the hatch in the back of your neck. "Jeez, Daedalus really put work into this, huh?" He muttered, impressed by the wiring and pumping of your robotic insides. Back in the labyrinth, Daedalus not only had a son, but a daughter. You weren't mentioned in mythology because you weren't as relevant as your brother Icarus. You'd never truly felt seen, being kept alive for centuries just so your father had someone to speak to to prevent insanity in the confined walls of the maze while everyone above spoke of the tragedy that was your brother's death. Maybe if you had been reckless you'd have the same recognition he does. But you were glad you'd been smarter than him because if you hadn't you would've never met Leo. Leo made you feel seen, wanted, tended to. Leo loved you, and he made that abundantly clear.

"Babe, pass me a screwdriver real quick?" He requested, gesturing to the screwdriver in the toolbox by your knee. "The small one, please." When you handed him the screwdriver he thanked you, pressing a kiss to your temple as a show of gratitude before he returned his focus to the back of your neck. You looked to the side with your eyes, watching in the mirror as he sat in a position that made him look like a shrimp with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and his thick eyebrows knitted together in unwavering concentration, careful not to mess up or ruin anything. He'd never forgive himself if he messed you up somehow. He shut the hatch and grabbed your shoulder to spin you around and face him, like a hairdresser after giving you a funky new hairdo. You smiled at him and took his hand. "Thank you, Leo."

Leo fought back a shudder as your freezing cold hand intertwined with his. "No problem, babe. I love you." His hand heated up to warm yours before he let his hand cool down, the heat sticking to your fake skin and giving the illusion of a real hand holding his. A feeling he yearns for. He knows you can't give him that feeling, you know it too. And he knows you can't help it, but he craves it. No matter how realistic your skin feels or how defined your carved in fingerprints are, you aren't a real human. Not physically atleast. But even so, he loves you and there is not a thing in the world he'd give you up for, not even warm skin.