I’ve been giggling and laughing like a maniac thinking of this—can you do floyd leech and jade leech (together because I LOVE THEM SOOO MUCH) x f!reader who’s really warm even in winter? She’s like a walking heater or something like that. Thanks btw, i hope my request wouldn’t tire you out! And no need to rush, take your time! Have a wonderful day/night <3
warm in the winter with the leech twins.
You should know by now that you’re like a certain magnet to a certain set of twins.
“Whatcha doin’ out here, huh? Don’tcha know it’s freezing?” Floyd asked with his familiar toothy grin, appearing from behind you like a predator to its unknowing prey.
“It’s not that cold.”
Behind Floyd, Jade was walking at a calmer pace, his gloved hands tucked neatly into his coat pockets. “It is, in fact, that cold,” he said, his voice even and calm but his brow faintly furrowed. “My, you’re underdressed.”
“I’m fine.” You stopped near one of the courtyard benches, brushing snow off of it so you could sit. Your breath didn’t even mist in the air like the twins’, which was strange enough to catch both their attention.
Floyd leaned down, crouching in front of you, his grin widening, his mitten-proofed hands toying with your bare ones. “Ooooh, I get it. You’re like a little walking heater, huh? That’s why ya don’t get cold.”
You blinked at him.
“A what?”
“Like a space heater!” Floyd laughed, then reached out to poke your cheek with a gloved finger. “You’re warm, even when it’s freezin’! No fair! I wanna sit on ya!”
“Sit on her?” Jade’s voice was calm but mildly admonishing, though his lips twitched as if he wanted to smile.
“Yeeeah.”
Floyd grinned over his shoulder at his twin, nodding as if he had just made the greatest conclusion of all time. “Like, if Moony’s warm, then we should hog all that heat for ourselves! Jade, c’mon, you get on the other side. Let’s sandwich her!”
“Floyd,” Jade said smoothly, stepping closer and crouching to your level. His eyes scanned your outfit critically, noting the lack of proper layers. “She should be encouraged to dress properly before we begin using her as a portable heating device.”
“I told you, I’m not cold.” Your tone was patient, but your smile grew a little as Floyd immediately flopped onto the bench beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders with zero hesitation, and tugging at you to lean most of your weight on him.
“Mmhm. Not cold,” Floyd mimicked, snuggling into your side and sighing dramatically. “Mmm, you’re so warm, though. This is nice~. We should keep her forever.”
“You sound like you’re talking about a pet,” Jade said mildly, though he was already moving to sit on your other side.
“Moony doesn’t mind, right?” Floyd tilted his head toward you.
“You two are ridiculous.” You sighed fondly.
“That’s not a nooo.” Floyd’s grin turned mischievous as he encouraged you to lean more of your weight against him, clearly trying to see how much he could get away with.
“Mmm, see, Jade? She didn’t say no. She liiikes it.”
Jade glanced at your expression, taking in the faint pink on the tip of your ears that probably wasn’t from the cold. “Perhaps she does,” he said, resting his hands neatly on his knees. “But that doesn’t excuse her lack of proper winter gear. [Name], if you insist on wearing light clothing, you’ll catch unnecessary attention—and perhaps a cold.”
“I really won’t.” You smiled faintly, tilting your head to look at him. “My body temperature runs warm. Always has. That’s why I don’t really need coats.”
“’Cause she is!” Floyd threw his arms around you, hugging you tight enough to make you squeak. “C’mon, Jadeee, don’t be all serious-face right now. She’s like a personal kotatsu!”
Jade let out a quiet chuckle at that but didn’t resist when you gently touched his sleeve. “If it really bothers you, I’ll put on a scarf tomorrow,” you said softly.
“That would be acceptable,” Jade said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “It eases my mind knowing you’re at least partially protected from the cold.”
“Protected?” Floyd repeated, laughing. “Moony doesn’t need protection from the cold, but fine. If it makes you happy, Jade, we’ll dress her up all cozy tomorrow. Maybe in one of those cute poofy jackets.”
You tilted your head, raising an innocent brow. “Poofy jackets?”
“Yeah, like the kind that makes you look like a marshmallow!” Floyd’s grin widened. “Bet you’d look adorable in one. Ooh, Jade, let’s take her shopping! We’ll pick out the warmest stuff and see what looks best on her!”
“That sounds less like ensuring her safety and more like playing dress-up,” Jade commented, though he didn’t exactly seem opposed to the idea.
“It’s both!” Floyd chirped, squeezing your shoulders. “Right, Moony? You’ll let us pick your clothes?”
“I think it’ll be lovely. We can go shopping if it’ll make you happy.”
“Yessss!” Floyd pumped a fist in the air before suddenly flopping against you again, resting his head on your shoulder.
“For now, though… I’m staying right here. You’re warm. I like warm things.”
“You like warm things?” Jade said, faint amusement in his tone.
“Yeah. Like soup. And hot cocoa. And Moony.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Floyd said your nickname like you were part of a food group. “I’m not hot cocoa.”
“Mmm, but you’re cozy like it.” Floyd didn’t seem to care how sappy he sounded, content to cling to you like an overly affectionate eel.
Jade, meanwhile, was quietly observing, noting the way you didn’t try to move away. “You seem very patient with my brother,” he said softly.
“I don’t mind,” you admitted, glancing between them. “You two are… comforting, actually. Even when you’re bickering.”
Floyd perked up at that. “See, Jade? She likes us!”
“I never doubted that,” Jade replied smoothly. “Though I imagine she appreciates you not crushing her ribcage.”
“I’m not squishin’ her that hard,” Floyd whined, but he loosened his grip slightly anyway. “Better?”
“Much,” you replied with a small smile.
Snow continued to fall around you, but you three stayed huddled together on the bench, perfectly content to sit there until your fingers and noses turned pink—or at least, until Floyd got bored and decided to drag you both to the café for hot drinks.
Even then, he refused to let go of your arm the entire walk there, shooting Jade a smug look every time your fingers brushed. Jade just sighed quietly but stayed close on your other side, ready to slip his scarf around your neck if the wind picked up.
Because even if you didn’t feel the cold, he still wanted to make sure.
Hello again! Lemme get a writing request in too while I'm at it, hehe. :3 You got any househusband octotrio headcanons? I'm always starving for some seafood.
☆ Notes: I sat and stared at this for an hour before I could start writing. writers block kinda sucks ngl, but i did try my best!! so i hope you enjoy lol
! Word Count: 650ish
Azul
He hates to just sit around, especially when he thinks there’s more to do. He loves to keep busy, he always has to be doing something.
It doesn’t all have to be manual labor though, he might spend hours looking up recipes that he’d think you’d enjoy, or taking extra classes, like a cooking or spend some time peacefully gardening.
He likes to pack your lunch every morning, and he’ll always add a lot bit of your favorite snack to give you a boost of energy to get through the day
He’s always overworking himself, and ignoring his needs. Like rest.
“Ah, y/n, you’re home early. What a surprise…”
“Are you okay Azul, you look like you’re drenched in sweat- Are you coming down with a fever…?”
“No I feel fine,” He reassured you.
“You’ve been overworking yourself too much then.”
“I have not. I’ve just been doing what needs to be done.” He scolded, trying to prove a point.
“Come on, I’ll cook dinner today, it’s your turn to rest.”
“But you’ve been at work all day- It’s fine really-!”
“And you’ve been cleaning all day, it’s your turn to take a break.”
“Thank you y/n… I appreciate it.” He sighed with a smile, knowing that arguing was futile.
Jade
An absolute clean freak, but in a chaotic way. You’ve never seen anyone scrub a toilet with so much energy and effort but with such a stoic yet smiley face.
He might leave things out a bit if he gets preoccupied with something else, like he’ll leave the faucet on for hours while he’s vacuuming, or he’ll leave out a carton of milked cause he remember that he needed to clean the windows.
But he likes to work by himself, you’ll offer to help but he can be stubborn when he wants to, so you cave, and right after you tell him that the sink is on fire, for the 3rd time that week. It was a Tuesday.
He loves to welcome you home from work with kind gestures, like preparing a surprise picnic, or giving you a massage if you mention that you’re sore.
“Ah… Please be gentle, Jade.”
“Of course, y/n…”
“Uggh…Not so hard!”
“I apologize it’s hard to contain myself when you’re… like this.”
“Jade! It- it hurts! But it feels so good.”
“I know y/n, trust in me.”
“Nngh…Azul was right, you really do give great shoulder massages.”
And poor Grimm was outside your door wanting to ask you something, traumatized. Ngl, situations like that happen quite frequently.
Floyd
Your shelved are filled with random things he finds at markets or thrift stores. Including a very creepy doll that you swear you saw blink.
But Floyd calls it his treasure so you just shrug and let him continue his collection. He is a bit of a hoarder though and you need to help him sort through a bunch of things.
You try the pile method but he ends up putting everything in the maybe it the keep pile. You get absolutely no where.
He hates being bored but he won’t do a lot of extra work, so he’ll go out and find more things, like little nicknacks that he says reminds him of you. …Like a cartoon squirrel easy-bake-oven. You decide to take it in stride.
He also breaks things quite a bit, he tries to fix them for the most part, but sometimes he just gives up and will put broken dishes back in the cabinets.
“Why are all of our dishes broken..?”
“They’re not broken, now we have dinner ware for 57 more little shrimpies!”
“…When are we inviting 57 shrimp over dinner?”
“Next Wednesday, do you not check the calendar? We put it up for a reason.”
#77. “There is nothing wrong with you.” / #97. “Your life was my life’s best part.”
He knew it was bad. Really bad. You had already lost so much blood. He wasn’t a doctor, but he knew enough about death to know there was no coming back from this.
“How bad is it?” you croaked out, eyes half glazed. Your face was pale and covered with a sheen of sweat.
“There is nothing wrong with you,” Floyd lied, squeezing your bloodstained fingers. You didn’t seem aware of the touch. “You’re gonna be fine.” Lying came easily to him most days but it was difficult to keep down the nausea in his stomach and smile for you.
You frowned, breath catching in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Blood bubbled up at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your cheek. You didn’t notice, unfocused eyes only for him. “Why are you crying?”
The assassin wiped his eyes on his shoulder quickly and flashed the best grin he could muster, “I’m not crying. You’re seeing things,” he assured, trying to ignore the growing tightness in his chest. Lying wasn’t supposed to be this hard for him. He wasn’t supposed to care.
You coughed. A shudder passed through your body, more blood dribbling from your lips. “Liar,” you finally gasped out, face twisting in pain.
Floyd lifted your hand to his chest, suddenly unsure. He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead against your fingers. “Your life was my life’s best part,” he wanted to sound casual, like this wasn’t the end but he found himself unable to hold back the sniffle. God, he was pathetic but in that moment he didn’t care. “You know that, right?”
You swore under your breath as you fiddled with the locked chains above your head. Your wrists stung and you could feel blood trickling down your exposed forearms. The guard lay unconscious at your feet. Just because you could pull yourself into the air using your chains to kick him didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt like absolute hell. Putting your full weight on the shackles, especially so harshly, had caused the metal to cut into you pretty painfully. But you had gotten the key, that was what mattered.
“That was kind of hot.”
You shot Floyd an annoyed look, frustrated by the faint blush his words raised in your cheeks. He was chained up a few feet away, smirking maddeningly at you. “Not the time,” you grunted, finally managing to get the key to turn. You pulled your wrists down, trying to rub some feeling back into them while not aggravating the deep gouges in your skin.
“What, a man can’t appreciate good work when he sees it?” the assassin needled, amusement in his expression.
You put on a scowl as you moved to work at his own shackles. “How about you tell me how great I am when we’re not deep in enemy territory with no backup?”
His smirk turned wolfish as he leaned forwards so he was close to your ear, “Oh, I intend to.”
You grunted as the man holding you tightened his grip on your neck. His words, gruff and far too loud so close to your ear, addressed your partner rather than you, “One more step and I blow their brains out, got it? Got it?”
The barrel of the gun pressed against your temple at least proved his capability, if not his intentions. Your voice was hardly more than a rasp with his chokehold, “Don’t let him get away, Dig.”
Diggle, however, slowly moved his gun away from where it had been pointed at your captor, holding up his hands, “Hey, man, just chill out, okay?”
You struggled, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration, “Dig!” You had come too far to watch this mission go to waste.
“Shut up!” your captor snapped, wrenching roughly at you. Turning his attention back to Diggle, he ordered, “Tell your sniper friend to stand down!”
“Okay, okay, man,” Diggle was trying to placate the man but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. This guy may have been using you as a human shield but he wasn’t going to stand down anytime soon.
Then Floyd’s voice crackled over your earpiece. “Do you trust me?”
You could practically feel his eyes watching you through the scope of his rifle. You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.
There was a high-pitched whistle and then blood was splattered across your face. The arm around your neck went limp as the man holding you turned to dead weight. You shoved him away and scrambled back, coughing and gasping. Diggle was by your side, supporting you with one arm around your shoulders. You were vaguely aware of a sharp pain in your ear. “You shot me?” you managed to choke out in disbelief.
“Just a nick,” came Floyd’s voice, “Better than anything he would’ve done.”
It was a rare occurrence that Deadshot was actually sent somewhere to save someone rather than to kill them. He was a sniper. Killing was in his job description. He had been trained to take lives, not save them. It was just who and what he was. So one could imagine his surprise when he was tasked with rescuing you.
“You mean you want me to kill the guys who’ve got them, right?” he had asked. Surely someone else would be actually getting you back.
“We want you to bring [f/n] home, by any means necessary,” was the response he got.
That was how Floyd Lawton, alias Deadshot, ended up travelling in the dead of night with you in his passenger seat. You had been silent for most of the trip and he was fine with that. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say anyways, so he welcomed the quiet. Floyd had thought you were asleep until he heard your quiet sniffles. He stiffened, grip tightening on the wheel. He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t hear you. He swallowed, “You okay, kid?”
You stiffened and he glanced over to you. Your clothes were dirty and you had a black eye, courtesy of your captors. He also noticed that there was a fine spatter of blood across your cheek from when he had shot those same captors.
Floyd looked away, his mouth twisting as he tried to think of what to say. “You’re, uh… you’re gonna be home soon, kid,” he decided on at last. “Try to get some sleep and, when you wake up, this’ll all be over.”
For the first time since getting into the car with him, you spoke. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
He shot you an amused look, “If you’re lucky, you’ll never have to look at this ugly mug again. Now go to sleep and forget about this, okay?”
You shook your head, “I don’t know, I just have a bad feeling about this one.” You ran a hand over your hair. “This mission just looks sketchy, you know?”
Floyd laughed, his lips quirking in a smirk, “You scared?”
You set your jaw defiantly, “No, I’m using common sense.”
Floyd nudged you, his expression playful, “I thought you said you had a bad feeling. That’s using your gut, isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes and focused on cleaning your weapon, “Fine. Whatever. Close enough. But you have to admit, something’s weird about all of this. I just can’t put my finger on it. And I don’t want us getting hurt because we weren’t told everything we should have known.”
Floyd sighed and slung an arm around your shoulders. He gave you a squeeze and flashed a confident grin, “Hey, nothing’s gonna go wrong, okay? Not while I’m around. I’ll keep you safe.”
You poked his ribs, “You’d better. If I die, I’m never talking to you again, understand?”
He chuckled and pressed a swift kiss to your temple, “Got it, darling.”
Your hands shook as you checked once more for your concealed weapons. Of course, they were still there. Just like they had been two minutes ago. You weren’t sure why this particular mission had you so on edge. Maybe it was due to it being your first time having to really go undercover. Usually you were just backup. You had never had to get so into it before. Interacting with the mark, plastering on a fake smile, laughing along with their tittering banter. It was impossible to relax.
You released a shaky breath as you closed yourself in a bathroom stall. A few seconds to think. “I hate this,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against the cool metal door.
“Having second thoughts?” Floyd’s voice over the comm piece in your ear startled you. He had been so quiet the whole time that you had almost forgotten he was there.
“Why couldn’t Diggle do this?” you whispered, trying not to let your anxiety colour your voice.
“He’s busy,” was Floyd’s curt reply, followed by a moment of silence as you tried to gather yourself. “Hey, keep it together. You’re doing fine. I’m here for you. Nothing is going to go wrong.”
You swallowed thickly and tried to ignore the hammering of your pulse. “You sure about that?”
“Positive. Now get back out there before anyone notices you’re gone.”
