Axel / Lea x Reader One Shots (Requests Open)

Personal Heater

The bedroom was silent, save for a few light snores that echoed between the walls. Lea had been sound asleep for hours now, dreaming away as the minutes ticked by. A light breeze blew the curtains to the window slowly, the night sky above sparkling with bright stars. If there were ever a more peaceful night in existence, this one would give it a run for its money. Until...

"WHUU—!"

Lea practically jumped out of his skin when he felt an icy-cold sensation wrap around one if his legs. His vision blurred until he could read the alarm clock next to him: 3:04am. Coming to his senses, he felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his torso, and two legs snaked in between his own. Still sound asleep, you were clutching on to him for dear life, despite the fact that your face displayed a peaceful smile.

"What the hell?" Out of confusion, Lea lifted the covers to see that your feet were pressed up against his leg. They were absolutely freezing, and that's a lot to say coming from a guy who borderline never gets cold. Letting out a small laugh, he couldn't help but think how cute you were and pictured you rolling over in your sleep to cling onto him for warmth. What more did he expect: Lea's a natural heater, and you were known to cuddle up to him to get warm on a daily basis. He never minded, in fact he loved that about you.

Switching over to his other side, Lea embraced you and placed his other leg on top of your feet, sandwiching them together to help warm you up faster. He softly played with your hair as the two "ice cubes" began to warm up. Before he knew it, Lea's eyelids grew heavy and slumber took over once again.

This quickly became a nightly ritual: you subconsciously bringing your cold feet to Lea and waking him up in a daze to warm you up. After a week straight of being woken up in the dead of night, Lea finally decided to better this situation. It's not that he didn't like it when you curled up to him for warmth, but if Lea didn't get a good night's sleep, he would be in a cranky mood the next day for sure. Before bed one night, he dug through some shopping bags from earlier in the day and took out a pair of fuzzy socks and tossed it in your direction, hitting you in your face.

"Socks?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yep, socks. I had to do something besides allowing you to use me as your personal heating pad. Your feet are always so cold!"

"Sorry," you giggled. "The gesture is sweet, but I can't wear them. Wearing socks to bed make me uncomfortable."

"Try it one night for me, please? I can't keep waking up to the feeling of freezer burn on my legs."

"Fine, one night," you laughed and slipped on the socks. Almost instantly your feet felt trapped from the layers of sheets, blankets and now these thick, fuzzy socks.

Lea slept undisturbed the entire night. You, however did not. As much as you loved wearing fuzzy socks around the apartment, in bed was not comfortable to say the least. The material was scratchy and stifling. They made your entire body feel overwhelmingly warmer than usual, and you had to scootch to the opposite side of the bed, away from Lea to avoid getting any warmer. Most of your night was spent tossing and turning, trying your best to ignore the discomfort the socks brought so Lea could sleep.

When daylight broke the next morning, you were still somewhat awake from the previous evening. Sleep befell you for about two hours, but it was a very light sleep. 'Thank God it's Sunday,' you thought to yourself. Finally at your breaking point, you slipped off the socks and let them lie under the covers, basking in the sweet relief they provided off your feet. Moments later, you found yourself finally drifting off to a deeper sleep.

Hours later, you woke up again right before Lea and noticed your feet were cold again. Shaking your head, you giggled as quietly as you could. 'He wasn't kidding'. Looking at the clock, it was well past noon. Sunday or not, you didn't want to sleep the entire day away. A light bulb went off in your head and you slowly raised your legs up to your chest, stretching them out and placing your feet on Lea's back.

"GOD DAMNIT—!"

"You said you were tired of the freezer burn on your legs! So I chose a different spot to use as a heater," you laughed.

"If you know what's good for you," he mumbled as he reached back and grabbed one of your ankles, "you'd remove those icebergs you call feet off of me right now."