Consider:
Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.
Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.
A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.
The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.
It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.
Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.
He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.
Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.
Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?
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Headcanon that Leo really loved to give his family massages growing up. We know that he’s good at them from the episode “You Got Served” and we know he likes spas and relaxation and getting massages himself from when he tried to get these in “Bad Hair Day” and from when Donnie made a tennis ball massage machine in “Smart Lair.”
So I think it’d be cute to think that maybe one day Leo overheard Splinter complaining about a bad back and immediately Leo thinks back to a comic or movie or something he saw where a massage helped so he offers to give one and it actually ends up helping Splinter.
Then April swings by the Lair at a later time and mentions her back hurting because of her backpack from school and Leo’s all like “I gotcha!”
From there, he occasionally manages to convince Donnie to sit for one because Donnie’s shrimp posture does not help him any (Leo pokes fun at how sandpaper-y Donnie’s shell is despite knowing it’s always like that and Donnie smacks him for it.) Donnie usually prefers hand massages instead however as all his typing and inventing adds up over time, and shoulder massages too once he starts wearing his battle shells more. Leo also figures out how to give massages to Raph and Mikey’s shells as well, though it’s a struggle at first to not scratch his hands on Raph’s spikes.
I think since Leo has such bad luck with spas and the like, he tries giving himself massages (though it’s not as helpful.) Like, with how his abilities work his legs are probably always aching from his portal jumping and one foot landings, so maybe he branches past back massages out of a need to help his own aches too. (Though he really wants a shell massage himself, the same way he’d give them…the one time with Donnie’s tennis ball massage machine was but a short moment of what Leo’s been missing out on and what he’ll continue missing out on…)
I don’t know, I just think it’d be cute to think Leo could have honed his massaging skill this way in order to help out his family (and also partially because he wants a massage himself.)
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Curious about Valdangelo headcanons? Please?
You should know I've been wanting to write a valdangelo fic for a while now, so imma go a lil wild with this ask lmao
It got long, so under read more~
I think they grow somehow close on the Argo II - not in the "they're friends" sort of way, but in the "somehow they understand each other even without really knowing each other way". Because they're pretty similar, you know - they're both hiding, always hiding part of themselves, and pretending pretending and pretending. Somehow, they know that the other one is the only one who really sees them on the ship - Nico can see that Leo feels left out, that he feels like the seventh wheel, can see that his humor and bubbly personality is as much as a farse as his own stand-offish and closed off attitude.
Leo is kinda the same - he's scared of Nico at first, of course he is, but then it's like he realizes that the way ppl treat him, the ostracization he's going through and his closing in himself, remind him way too much of himself.
They're kind of a mirror to each other - they take one look at each other and they're like 'oh fuck this guy might understand me', but they don't want to be understood at first, you know. They want to keep hiding.
Except that- it's the two of them on a ship full of couples and somehow they end up together. It's during guard duty, bc ofc they get paired up. And it's?? Strangely comfortable?? They stay silent and it doesn't feel forced, it feels strangely nice. Leo has no need to pretend with Nico, and Nico finds Leo's presence weirdly calming. So they start actively seeking each other's company out. Not really a proper friendship, but something close to that.
(lemme stop here with this or this will get like 6k words long lmao)
(anyway, this is how it starts)
The way they get together is kind of a mess (bc of course it is). They kiss, bc neither of them has had their first kiss yet and like 'we're buddies ofc we should help each other out with this kind of things!'. It makes sense, in a way. Also, Nico really wants to know what kissing feels like, so what's better than trying it out with his friend?
Makes sense, yes. Except that it doesn't , bc was he supposed to like it that much? Probably not. Maybe it was just bc it was the first kiss, you know, he didn't know what to expect and he was too excited - yeah, that must be why he liked it so much. Better try it again to see if it really is that good right? Right.
(this is what's going on in both of their heads, ofc)
And so, they're friends. Who kiss sometimes.
Leo is used to have crushes. He gets crushes so easily, and just as easily they go away. His crushes are a flash in the pan - they hit him all at once, and then all at once he realizes it's stupid and it goes away, replaced by something else. He thinks it might be his ADHD brain who doesn't allow him to focus on anything or anyone for longer that five seconds.
He's waiting for his crush on Nico to go away. He expects it to happen, expects to wake up one day, look at him and go back to see him as nothing more than a good incredible fantastic friend. He expects to find some other pretty guy or girl who will steal his attention this time too.
It doesn't happen. He can't look at anyone but Nico.
As for Nico, Nico is the opposite. He has only had one crush in his whole life, and it had felt life consuming, like it had been eating him up on the inside. That's why it takes him a while to realize he likes Leo like that. His feelings for Leo are soft and fuzzy, they make him feel good and nice about himself, he doesn't want to run away when he's with Leo (and isn't that a beautiful feeling?). Leo makes him smile and laugh and makes Nico feel so light, he didn't even know he still had it in him to feel like that. So at first he doesn't even understand that what's he's feeling is a crush.
Of course when they both finally realize that yes oh my god it's a crush and no it's not going to go away, they panic. They panic and they avoid each other because they don't know what to do, this wasn't supposed to go like this! Why is it so complicated! They don't talk to each other for days and it's miserable for the both of them.
(of course it take some intervention by their friends to help them out)
(actually, everyone thought they were already together. They're the 'they're the last to know they're already dating' kind of ship)
(again, lemme stop here with this, bc this is already getting long lmao)
Sometimes, often, Leo speaks in Spanish. He does it without even realizing it - when he does it with other people, they usually point it out and make him repeat himself in english. Nico though, Nico is Italian and speaks the language, and Spanish and Italian sound so much alike he can basically understand most of what Leo says. So he understands, and whenever Leo speaks in Spanish, Nico replies in Italian, and so they have these whole conversations in two different languages. People looking at them from the outside are like 'wtf', but it's their thing, you know.
They call each other the sweetest and sappiest pet names in Spanish and Italian, it's almost a challenge for who can find the most romantic and tooth-rotting ne to call the other.
(they start to call each other pet names even before properly getting together, which is part of the reason why everyone thought they were already together)
THIS GOT LONG OMG I should stop here lmao I definitely need to write a fic
Thank you so much for the ask!!! 💕
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