summary: calling them your husband, this was a tiktok trend a few years ago, and it been on my mind.
characters: hugo, loki, sae, kaiser
c/n: fluff, may be ooc (I don't trust my characterization), suggestive if you squint, implied fem reader, mentions of food(?)
ೃ⁀➷vivien hugo
you and hugo were lounging on the couch lazily. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone while hugo was lying on your lap, "reading". very mundane. except for one thing, you both were hungry but to lazy to cook so you had to find other options.
“okay so clearly since none of us are willing to cook, lets order pizza” you swiftly dialed the number and stated your usual order and then— “yes and for my husband he'll have anything that doesn’t have avocados…okay thank you”
hugo froze. his blank book slipped out of his hand and fell flat on his face. he sat up straight and looked at you wide eyed. the cogs in his brain turned trying to process that just came out of your mouth so casually. my husband. your husband. He kept on repeating the phrase as if he was tasting it, letting it settle in his chest. a faint blush started to form.
you looked over at him, with a little grin, noticing his shocked expression. “what?”
“husband?? me...but we’re not—” he paused. “well...at least not yet” he looked down. You could tell he was thinking so much about this. “husband” he whispered under his breath rubbing his ring finger. he looked back at you and gave you a little smile. he liked it.
when the delivery arrived, you went to get it and hugo tailed you. once you retrieved the bags, out of nowhere hugo looked at the man dead in the eye and said, “I am her husband” “vivien??”
the delivery man just chuckled and left.
you threw him a light punch at the chest. “what the hell was that?” “no take backs. marriage is legally binding.” oh God what have you done.
that night, after you fell asleep he silently measured the size of your ring finger, making a mental note of your ring size.
oh and his team DID NOT hear the end of it. he practically made it his entire personality
“who you texting” “my wife” “youre married??” “almost”
ೃ⁀➷julien loki
you scoured the menu for something you liked. Loki was a bit distracted on his phone. he didnt really need to order, you already knew what he wanted so you were going to order for him. "so I'll have the Coq au Vin and my husband will have the Boeuf Bourguignon and for dessert we'll have the Guimauve Chocola." loki smiled at his phone and looked up at you. the waitress jotted down your orders and left.
and so the night proceeded. loki didn’t say anything significant. he just smiled at you while you blabbered about your day. he didn’t want to make it obvious that what you said gave him the biggest ego boost. after the meal it was time to pay the check, loki took the bill.
“I'll pay the bill” flashing you a smile with a hint of amusement in his eyes “I am your husband after all”
you looked at him. oh he liked it. perhaps a bit too much. you ordered an Uber back to your hotel. he teased you relentlessly the entire drive. "so does your husband get some special loving tonight?" "oh my gosh, enough with this already"
the Uber driver thought you both made a cute couple. "are you two married?"
you sat up looking at the driver in horror "no! we are—"
"yes we are. I'm her husband" loki interrupted, proudly announcing a title he unofficially just earned a few hours ago. he then looked at you. "isn't that right, mon amour?"
that night, while you were preparing for bed, loki walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on your nape. “someone’s awfully pleased with himself ” you teased. he pulled you closer. his lips grazed your ear and he whispered “why wouldn’t I be? You introduced me as your husband today”
“puhlease” you huffed. “it just slipped” you lied; you did it on purpose.
“did it?” he smiled, “but—” he continued “I liked it. It suited our status”
those words caught you off guard and you became flustered. you are screwed.
ೃ⁀➷sae itoshi
sae wondered how you managed to get him in this situation; fastfood drive-thru. “this is very unhealthy for you” he said, condescendingly. he could smell the greasy food that was escaping the kitchen through the vents.
“I'll be having the burrito and fries, extra sauce please” you turned to sae “anything you’d like?”
he looked at you with dead eyes “I don’t eat unhealthy filth”
you sighed and turned back to the intercom. “...and my husband will have a salad with spicy wings I guess…”
sae’s head shot back at you, his eyes wide and pupils dilating. he was so shocked that his stoic nonchalant, demeanour faultered for a second “what”
“husband? me?” he muttered in disbelief pointing at himself.
“did I say something?” you raised a brow towards him, with a flirty smile.
“no, I—” he let out a slow breath, regaining his demeanor “… you didn’t”
at the payment window, you volunteered to pay but sae wouldn’t let you. he intercepted, handing the cashier his card without even glancing at you. “I am the husband I'll pay”
on the way home, he didn’t want to face you,he couldn't. but you knew he liked it. his cheeks were lightly flushed while he focused on the road. and he kept his hand firmly on your thigh the whole ride home.
ೃ⁀➷michael kaiser
michael was concentrated on driving, his hand on the steering and his other alternating between the gear shift and your thigh, on the way to an expensive dinner reservation. you were occupied on a call with your friend. as you were approaching the destination you had to end the call:
“okay babe I have to go now, my husband and I are on our way to have some dinner—”
the car suddenly swerved just enough for you to have a mini heart attack and grab the dashboard.
“MICHAEL WHAT THE HELL!”
he regained his control over the wheel, a devilish grin forming from his lips. he kept on replaying those words in his head the rest of the way. once parked outside the restaurant he turned to you, with the biggest grin. “husband huh. I like that, say it again”
“uh wha—”
“no” he cut you off, rubbing his chin. “say it in german, ja?”
“michael we have reservations we need to go”
“that shit can wait” he scoffed “I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it”
good god you have created a monster.
“mein Ehemann” you eventually say.
music to his ears. “mhm yes I am Schatz. that sounds so good.”
he definitely did not let that go.
at the front desk he spoke out to the young lady. "good evening, she made reservations under her husband's name, my name" you shot him a 'stop that' glare.
oh he wouldn't shut up about it during the dinner as well, introducing himself to the wait staff as your husband.
you kept on nudging at him to stop. "shut up about what? being your husband??" and he said this loudly attracting the attention of all the patrons
a/n: I do intend on making a part two because I want to add nagi, reo and yukki. just didn't want to make this post too long. if you want anyone else added, please let me know!
first draft. I proofread the hell out of this and kept on becoming longer. dividers from @dollywons
pardon if there are any mistakes. english is in fact my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated🩷
summary: pranking them by avoiding or dodging their kisses.
characters: hugo, sae, loki, kaiser, reo, nagi
content: fluff, ooc, light violence in hugo, loki is a menace, clingy, whiny boys who want their kiss, lost the plot with michael's
✧˖*vivien hugo
it was normal morning and you’d just got out of the shower, getting ready in the mirror. hugo was beside you brushing his teeth, heavy with sleep. when he finished, he leaned in for his morning kiss but at the last second you swerved and his kiss landed on his cheek instead. he blinked slightly confused but he shrugged it off. he leaned in once again but this time there was no kiss at all. this time he froze and stared at you with growing confused and hurt.
“what’s wrong? did I do something wrong? am I being punished??”
you didn’t respond and just walked away, laughing silently.
he followed you, demanding an explanation. “are you mad at me? do you not love me anymore”
“no, I’m not mad and I still love you”
he hugged you from behind. hug is an understatement. he leaned in, exerting his entire body weight on you causing you to tip over and fall on to your bed. his arms locked around you in a tight hug.
“vivien!” you yelled, trying to push him off. “get off me!”
he held you even tighter “no”
you started to lightly punch him in his upper body. “let—” punch. “me—” punch “go−”
“why are you avoiding my kisses” he whined, his voice muffled by his face buried in your chest. “please kiss me or else I’ll die.”
he was acting like a golden retriever that was denied his favourite toy. He looked up at you, his voice small and pathetic “please just one”
finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. “can you please get off of me?”
he sat up but still didn’t let you go. you reached for him, cupped his face and kissed him. he relaxed instantly and melted into your kiss. you pulled away but he was unsatisfied. he pulled you back, deepening the kiss as if he was sucking the life out of you, until you were dizzy and breathless.
when he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “please don’t do that again” you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. And he planted a final kiss on your forehead.
✧˖*sae itoshi
he was ready to leave for practice, bag slung over his shoulder. you walked him to the door hold his water bottle. before he left he looked at you with a soft and loving gaze and leaned in to kiss you. but at the last minute, you swerved, feigning concern about his shoelaces. when he ties them, he leaned in again and you dodged it once again by saying you left the oven on. he was genuinely confused under that blank expression.
“did I do something?”
“oh, no. why?”
his brows furrowed while he watched you left for the kitchen. he followed you, hovering at the entrance of the kitchen and he announced “I’m leaving now”
“okay good luck at practice” you walk up to him. he was expecting a kiss. But you gave him a hug and skipped away. he left anyway. upset and confused. and with no goodbye kiss
“sae-chan is distracted today what happened?” shidou questioned as he inched closer to sae.
sae, inching away from him, “mind your own business you horny demon”
his jaw was tight. the events of the morning plagued him so much. he started questioning everything: had he done something wrong? did he upset you somehow? did he forget something important? is she pranking me?
whatever the reason was, it subtly tormented him for the rest of practice. and shidou was right—he was distracted..
by the end of practice, he was a mess. he replayed every interaction you had with him in the morning, over analyzing every action, word and moment.
when he got home, he sought you out immediately. found you laying on the couch, on your phone completely unaware of the emotional torment you had put him through. he walked up to you, gently grabbing your chin to face him.
“did I upset you in some way?”
“no you didn’t”
he searched your expression for a lie but found none. “okay” he let out a soft sigh and his shoulders relaxed.
still holding your chin, he tilted his head and gave you a slow, passionate kiss.
✧˖*julien loki
the moment you dodged his kiss at the last second, he paused. his eyes narrowed and a smug smirk formed. “interesting” he teased “is that how it is now?” Before you could react he walked away.
he made you play the long game and good god did he make you feel every second of it. he constantly and relentlessly teased you.
he deliberately spoke near you, tempting you and when you tried to kiss him he pulled away. and he wasn’t subtle about it either. he would straight up seduce you, his lips grazing yours, but when you try to close the gap he dodged, pulled away or straight up blocked you.
it became a game of who would cave in first and it was clear that it wouldn’t be him.
“oh cmon it was a joke give me a break”
“hmm no. youll crack before I do.”
it has been three days, and he still hasn’t kissed you. you marched into the kitchen and cornered him. “im tired of this” you cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. But he swerved. You let out an exhausted sigh. “okay fine you win” you said, head held down, under your breath.
a smug smile formed and he tilted his head to see your expression. “whats that?”
“I said you win. happy now?” you snapped and stomped away in defeat. he gently grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back
“no need to be so snappy, mon amour” he slid his arm around your waist, his face inches from you with a childish grin. “you were the one who started this” he began kissing you slowly and deliberately from the neck going up, to your jaw, then your cheek. his thumb was teasingly tracing the pattern of your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you. you leaned in and he pulled back, with that sly grin.
you huffed and pushed him away, but he cupped your face and leaned in, finally kissing you, slow and deep like he was trying to compensate for the last three days. you felt him smiling against your lips at your defeat.
✧˖*michael kaiser
michael did not take it lightly. You were in the kitchen completely absorbed in whatever you’re doing. he came up behind wrapping his arm around you and turned you around. he began to kiss you slowly from your neck, then your jawline, then cheek. when he reached your lips, he leaned in but you swerved. “what?” “hm?” “why did you dodge my kiss?” “I didn’t?”
he tried again and leaned in but you dodged it again and ducked out of his embrace.
“big mistake, liebe” he yelled lunging at you.
you scurried out of the kitchen, your laughter echoing in the corridor
“you think this is funny?”
your home was a battlefield. he chased after you. you were doing the most: jumping over sofas, crawling under tables, running into the kitchen and circling the island a couple of times.
when you ran into the bedroom you were at a dead end. he cornered you in the bedroom and pinning you down onto the bed. you were still laughing.
“game over, I win” he said, chest heaving. “and now im going to take my prize”
“no fair you cheated” you protested, still breathless from the running and the laughter.
“schatzi, you don’t know?” he purred, his lips hovering over yours. “I always get what I want."
he claims the kiss he’d been chasing you for. it was a deep and possessive kiss, stealing your breathe once again.
he pulled back with a smug grin, he traced your lips and kissed you again, softer and needier. he whispered between the kiss “never again, Schatz.”
✧˖*reo mikage
reo was genuinely offended. he went through the five stages of grief.
first, denial. he was in utter disbelief and couldn't fathom what was happening. noone's ever withheld affection from him before. especially not you. then anger. not at you, but at himself. he started replaying every interaction and revised every date, wondering what he'd done wrong or forgot an important date.
then he started bargaining: what if she forgot? what if I'm reading into it too much? what if she is pranking me?
then depression: he mopped around the whole day, his head down and did not want to do anything.
but he didn’t go through the acceptance stage. he refused to.
it became a mission to win you over. he bought you the most expensive flowers and showered you with gifts, as an apology for something he didn’t know he did wrong.
“reo enough!!” you yelled
“no. are you still mad at me?”
“I was never mad at you?”
“you didn’t kiss me”
“oh my gosh, I cant joke around with you”
reo paused. “IT WAS A JOKE!!?? WHY WOULD YOU PREY ON AN INNOCENT MAN LIKE THAT”
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D TAKE IT THIS FAR”
there was a moment of awkward silence after the yelling match. reo began to pout. you sighed and pulled him in by the collar and kissed him. it was brief and sweet. “happy now?”
“no” he pulled you in by your waist and kissed you, like he was compensating for lost time. he pulled back, his lips still lingering on yours. “don’t joke around like that” he placed a kiss on your cheek, hovering over your ear. “just don’t stop kissing me.
✧˖*seishiro nagi
you didn’t kiss him good morning, but he did not think much of it. you probably forgot. so he didn’t make much of fuss. but when you left for errands without a goodbye kiss, he became a bit confused. when you came back and didn’t kiss him, he noticed the pattern and he did not like it..
nagi didn’t think much about anything. but this? he started to think too much into it. were you fed up with his laziness? you always initiated kisses. it never seemed to bother you much. but now that you’re not giving him any attention at all, and it sent him into a spiral.
you noticed it immediately. he hadn’t touched his gaming gear for the whole day and he followed you around like a lost kitten.
“are you okay, sei?” you asked.
“yea” he said,but he his eyes were desperate.
he clung to you like a baby koala. sitting so close to you or resting his chin on your shoulder while you're doing dishes or waiting for you outside the bathroom door. he wanted you to address the situation, to notice his despair.
finally he was fed up. He cupped your face, murmuring “why are you not kissing me? are you mad at me?”
he didn’t give you a chance to answer. he softly squeezed your face making your lips pucker up and gave you a clumsy kiss.
when he pulled back he looked at you with a soft, relieved expression. “don’t do that again. it felt so wrong”
♡ top divider: @designlikenonsense butterfly dividers: @moonstoneandmoonlight
♡ a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while. proofread to an extent
♡ pardon if there are any mistakes. english is my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
♡ thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated
notes/warning: fluff, playful banter, hugo mentioned
a/n: for my lovely new mutual @juliloki
“I never new that hugo was huge compared to you”
“what” julien murmured coming out of his sleepy state. “i mean you’re big but he is bulky”
“go to sleep name.” “but I'm not sleepy.” “well I am good night.”
He changes his position facing away from you. “you played well today. never doubted you for a second” “that means you did doubt me.” “…no”
You start to fidget around making the cold air seep into the blanket. “stop moving.” “its cold and you're not cuddling me so I cant sleep.” “so this is my fault.” “yes.”
He gets up taking the blanket with with. “im going to sleep on the couch.” “what? Why??” “youre making me lose my sleep.” “wow okay then.”
Julien stopped at the doorway to the bedroom glancing at your pouty face. He let out a long, exhausted sigh, like he'd just run a marathon
"why are you still standing there?" You questioned
raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just waiting."
"for what?"
"for you to stop looking at me like I denied you food."
"I am not."
"you are"
"am not!"
"are to"
You flopped back onto the mattress with a huff. “go sleep on the couch”
You felt his presence behind you. “move over, mon amour”
you instinctively scooted over with a smile on your face, the mattress dipping as he climbed back into bed.
a smile tugged at your lips. "hehehe you love me so much."
he didn’t say anything because it was the truth. he does love you so much even if you ask questions at the most inconvenient times.
he pulled the blanket over both of you and wrapped an arm around your waist.
you hiss at the cold sensation hitting your skin. "you are letting all the cold air in."
“oh so you do care."
you settled against his chest. he ran his fingers rhythmically up and down your spine
and a few quiet moments passed.
just as your eyes began to close, his sleepy voice broke the silence.
"for the record." "hm?" "don’t doubt how I play. I always win" the arm around your waist tightens slightly. possessively. “and I play better than hugo”
"Why do you have so many lipsticks?" Loki asks, looking at the lipsticks neatly arranged on Erra's makeup table. "My friends gave them to me. I don’t know why, but they’re still brand new, so…" Erra tries to avoid eye contact with the French prodigy. "So you just accepted them?" "Yeah…" She offers a small, awkward chuckle as she meets his golden honey eyes. "Toi, fille idiote," the French boy says, shaking his head at her.
"Hey! I’m offended."
"…You know French?"
She smirks teasingly. "Some bird taught me."
"Oh." Loki instantly realizes which bird she’s talking about. His eyes soften, and his lips curve into a smile, then a chuckle.
Erra picks the first lipstick she sees. "But anyway… you’ll just stay still," she says, applying the lipstick to her lips. Loki, who is right beside her, looks quite confused and curious until… 'chu~' he snaps back to reality and finds a lipstick mark on his right cheek. His face is burning hot; the color of red is barely visible on his dark skin. He’s flustered, very flustered, but remains silent for a few minutes.
"The shade of this lipstick looks nice, right?" she asks, inspecting the lipstick’s color before turning her head back to the flustered French boy. Erra laughs at his reaction. "It’s just a kiss on the cheek, and there’s more to go," she grins as she glances between him and the untouched lipsticks on the table. "Wait, wait, wait, there’s more?"
The French boy’s face is now covered with lipstick marks of different shades. He feels dizzy and weird, aside from being flustered. Erra giggles at the sight of the poor, flustered boy’s face, the lipstick marks smudged on his lips, which are now mirrored on Erra’s plumped lips. She grins once again. "You like it, don’t you?"
"S'il vous plaît, restez silencieux un instant…" he mumbles, tilting his head down. Erra wraps her arms around the French boy and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Jamais <3"
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Translate :
"Toi, fille idiote" -> "You, silly girl"
"S'il vous plaît, restez silencieux un instant…" -> "Please be quiet for a moment…"
"Jamais" -> "Never"
(Idrk french so if this doesnt give the same meaning, im very VERY TRULY sorry :"D [especially for someone who knows french])
Its my first time writing so ye. +so sorry if this doesnt make sense
