that’s my baby
cast: ace trappola, deuce spade, jack howl, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt, prefect!reader
summary: the different ways they say ‘that’s my baby’
word count: 876
genre: romance, fluff
tw//cw: cursing in deuce’s and epel’s parts
notes: that’s my baby hits so different oh my fucking god (lies down) also sebek might be ooc but i genuinely believes he has no problem acting all lovesick when no one is looking
₊˚ପ⊹ casual, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world for him (it really is)
₊˚ପ⊹ says it with that smug smirk on his face, an arm wrapped snugly around your waist or shoulders as he pinches your cheek with his free hand
₊˚ପ⊹ but no matter how teasing he may sound, there’s no denying the way he looks at you too fondly to be considered anything but in love
“atta, pretty thing,” ace snickers as he pulls you closer by the waist, fingers hooked through your belt loops. and yet, despite the playfulness in his actions, there’s a subtle and almost adoring softness in the way he presses his lips against your skin at the corner of your mouth.
“that’s my baby,” he croons, equal parts teasing and serious in the words directed to you, full parts smug and bragging to the other people before you, “there ain’t no other person in the world like them, huh?”
₊˚ପ⊹ in a moment of pure excitement, the words spilling past his lips without filter in his mind
₊˚ପ⊹ always so, so proud to call you his, and it shows in the way his eyes shine when he talks about you, pointing you out to whoever is closest him
₊˚ପ⊹ will DEFINITELY be embarrassed in how loud and boisterous he was being white practically confessing his love for you, but it’s true, isn’t it?
“THAT’S MY BABY!” deuce whoops, almost falling out of the window if it were not for ace holding him back. he pays no heed to it, however, instead turning to his ginger friend to excitedly point you out as you expertly gained the upper hand in the sports game you were playing with some other students in the courtyard, “look, ace! look! that’s them! that’s the love of my life!”
“yeah, i know, holy queen can you relax—“
but deuce’s only focus is you, eyes shining with excitement
“ATTA, BABY! KICK THEIR ASSES!”
₊˚ପ⊹ proud, often said with a smug smirk upon his lips
₊˚ପ⊹ he likes to call himself humble, believing that modesty plays equal parts in being a good person alongside pride
₊˚ପ⊹ but great seven, you make him so, so proud, he really can’t help it
“that’s my baby!” he chuckles, ruffling your hair as you continue staring at your report card, in awe at the full line of As that stare right back at you. the hand on your hair slides down to the back of your neck, then sideways to grip your shoulder and pull you close.
jack completely forgets about the others in the classroom watching the both of you (because great seven, they know jack is so in love with you but it’s another thing to see him smile like that.)
“told you that you could do it, didn’t i?” he kisses the side of your head, grinning, “‘m so proud of you, baby. so proud.”
₊˚ପ⊹ never says it in front of you, but will not shut up about it to other people
₊˚ପ⊹ takes his bragging rights as your boyfriend VERY seriously. you might even say he’s abusing it
₊˚ପ⊹ so proud to know that you’re his, to know that you love him as much as he does to you, but also because you’re so fucking cool, he thinks he falls more every day (though he won’t admit it, for now)
“that’s my baby,” he says, pointing you out to the person beside him who made the mistake of asking epel about whether or not he was dating anyone. epel doesn’t even seem the slightest bit fazed about some rando suddenly trying to hit on him as he begins to talk about you, “ya know they don’t have any magic? absolute shit, i’m tellin’ ya. they’ve definitely got somethin’ in their veins. how would they be so perfect otherwise?”
“uh, yeah—“
“and they play magishift better than half of the first-years on this fuckin’ team. lemme tell ya, even though they got k.o-ed in their first official game, they’ve picked up the sport faster than anyone i know. did i mention that they don’t have magic?”
poor guy. he just wanted epel’s number.
SEBEK ZIGVOLT
₊˚ପ⊹ in contrast to his usual self, it comes in his more quiet moments of realisation
₊˚ପ⊹ spoken out loud when it’s just him, or maybe even you (as long as he thinks that you can’t hear him)
₊˚ପ⊹ he just. he just can’t believe it sometimes. that he loves you, and you love him. so the realisation that comes every now and then that this is his reality is just. blissful.
“that’s my baby,” he murmurs, soft and quiet. in the peace of your little corner at the library, he dares to summon the courage to reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting himself see your slumbering face. sebek will later chide you about pacing yourself properly while working and falling asleep in places that are actually appropriate for sleeping, but for now, he just smiles, so small that it’s barely even visible at all.
“you have worked hard, my human. you deserve to rest.”
(and if he falls asleep beside you not long after, lilia doesn’t say anything, even if the photo in his camera roll speaks otherwise)
