I'm 21 years old, I'm still figuring out how to work tumblr so please forgive me, I'm a fanfic writer! Usually only X readers.
More to know about me? I usually only ever really watch anime, and cartoons. I'm in multiple fandoms for example:
- DC (Specifically Batfamily stuff)
- Oshi No Ko
- Wistoria: Wand and Sword
- Heaven's Official Blessing
- 7th Time Loop
- Epic The Musical
- Fire Emblem Engage
- Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion
- Solo Leveling
- Glitter Force
- Kiss Him, Not Me
- Welcome To Demon School! Iruma-kun
Plus more of course. I'm an anime fanatic but I tend to start something and procrastinate finishing it, or just tend to move on and come back to it again.
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Clandestine
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Fandom Works
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Summary: It's your birthday and the class just found out that you have a husband. Who is the lucky bastard?
A/n: this was absolutely random. it has like, no plot, no purpose, just me writing a short silly fic abt teachers who are married and haven't told the students !! such a fun trope ;;
I'm like, 3 eps away from finishing the anime's season 3, but this fic is spoiler free!! hope you enjoy this <3
also available on ao3!
You hummed happily under your breath as the students filed in for their lecture. You were one of the most friendly and popular teachers at Babyls because you were approachable and kind. All the students always greet you happily and strike up conversations without hesitation.
"Good morning, (y/n)-sensei!" Elizabetta said cheerfully as she passed by your desk. You wished her back but she paused and instead looked at you with wide eyes. "You look really happy, sensei! Did something good happen?"
"Not quite," you answered, giving her a warm smile. "You could say it hasn't happened yet, I suppose."
"So something good is going to happen?" Lied said from behind Elizabetta. Everyone was in the class already and they all seemed curious about your unusually happy and excited state.
"It's not all that interesting to you guys," you waved it off and gestured to the two to go sit on their seats.
"But I'm curious about what's got you so happy too, sensei," Iruma added. Everyone around was nodding so you just sighed and gave them a tiny smile.
"If I answer your question, will you all be good students and pay attention?" You asked. A chorus of incoherent affirmations echoed and you shushed them. "Alright, alright. It's just that today is my birthday–"
"It's your birthday?!"
"Sensei, you should have told us!"
"We'd have got you a gift!"
"No need for that," you sighed but felt touched nonetheless. "As I was saying, since it's my birthday, the principal let me have the rest of the day free the moment my lectures end so I'm going on a date with my husband. It's been months since we got to go on one, y'know."
There was pin drop silence surprisingly. You blinked and then there were shouts and screams. The class had no clue that you were married! You had somehow let it slip by them without them even realising.
"Calm down, calm down!" You shushed them again. Thankfully they listened and you picked up your book. "Alright now, that's enough about me. You come to school to learn and gain knowledge."
"We just learned something new about you, though, sensei!"
"This is important knowledge too."
"It really isn't," you laughed and opened the textbook to the page you had stopped at last time. "Now. Last lecture, we were discussing the importance of pronunciation when casting spells…"
You started the lecture, unknowing of the commotion you had accidentally also started. Everyone's favourite teacher was married and had a husband? The news spread like wildfire amongst the first years and by the end of the lunch break, everyone was talking about what your husband might be like. The senior students already knew who your husband was but it was always fun to watch the freshmen try to figure it out.
"He has to be a really nice and sweet person to be married to (y/n)-sensei, right?" Kerori suggested. "She wouldn't like someone who is unkind and rude…"
"What if her type is a bad boy though?" One of the boys butted in.
"Can you even imagine that?"
Everyone silently thought over it and decided that Kerori was probably right.
"Whatever he's like, isn't it super romantic?" Elizabetta squealed lightly, hiding her cheeks under her hands. "They're married but she was so excited to go on a date with him! They must be so in love."
"He's one lucky bastard," Lied said, clutching at his chest dramatically.
"Yeah," Clara chimed in, looking jealous. "He gets to play with (y/n)-sensei all the time!"
"Um, guys," Iruma laughed nervously. Everyone looked at him. "Weren't we going to get her a gift?"
Oh.
They forgot all about that.
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Kalego didn't know what was going on but he could tell that his class was up to something. They were all fidgety and not paying attention (although, that wasn't rare or even surprising) and he could still hear incomprehensible murmurs. They usually did a better job of hiding their conversations too. Something was definitely up.
When the bell rang, a few of them automatically sprang up but Kalego didn't even blink and glared at them.
"Sit down," he said sharply. "We'll have ten minutes more of class time since you all displayed such great concentration today."
The class collectively groaned and started complaining. The purple haired demon crossed his arms over his chest and gave them his meanest look.
"I could have held you back for a whole hour but I have something to do today," he said calmly. "Be grateful it's only ten minutes, you idiots."
"But (y/n)-sensei will be gone by then!" Lied complained. Kalego paused and raised an eyebrow at him.
"And what do you need her for?" He asked, looking even more eviller than usual. Lied shivered and instinctively hid behind Jazz, who just laughed nervously.
"Don't you know, sensei?" Elizabetta tilted her head in question.
"It's her birthday today!" Clara jumped on the spot, vibrating from the desire to escape the classroom. Kalego just stared at them all so the class decided to continue.
"We made her a gift!" Goemon produced a big box wrapped in paper of your favourite colour.
"She will be leaving now," Jazz added. "If we don't give her this now, she'll be gone before we can do it."
"Please, Kalego-sensei," Iruma pleaded, giving his best puppy eyes. Kalego humphed and looked away. He was about to say something when a familiar voice could be heard from outside the classroom.
"Kalego, are you done, dar– Oh!"
You were standing at the doorway, wearing a cute outfit. Surprised by the students inside, you gave them a small smile.
"I'm sorry, is the class not over yet?" You asked Kalego. "I didn't interrupt, did I?"
Everyone turned to look at Kalego who just glared at you then sighed.
"No, we're done," he answered. Everyone cheered and immediately pounced on you, who startled at the sudden enthusiasm as they pushed a big gift in your hands.
"What's this?" You asked, surprised. You hadn't actually expected them to get you a gift so quickly.
"It's something we made for you, sensei," Iruma smiled up at you. Your chest felt warm as you looked at the students who were all beaming and singing happy birthday to you.
"Happy birthday to you~!"
"You're all very sweet," you told them when they finished, ruffling Clara's hair. "Thank you for the gift."
"Anything for our favourite teacher!"
That made you laugh. You were totally going to tease Kalego with this later.
"You look really beautiful, sensei!" Elizabetta beamed. Your eyes softened at her compliment.
"Thank you, I'm sure my husband thought the same when he bought it for me," you smiled down shyly at the outfit. The girls started giggling and awwing over your blush and it only embarrassed you more, considering you could feel Kalego's intense stare over your figure. "Ah, I have to leave now. Kalego?"
"Ready," he popped up next to you and you tightened your arm around the gift as you smiled gently at him. "Let's stop by the dorms first so you can drop your gift off."
"Ah, sure," you nodded. The two of you started walking out. "I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that you totally forgot an outfit to change into."
The class watched you two leave, happy from the success of giving you the gift in time. Until…
"Wasn't she going to go on a date with her husband after the lectures?" Lied mumbled.
"Why would Kalego-sensei need to change his clothes?" Kamui asked.
"Why did she come here first?"
"Didn't Kalego-sensei say that he had something to do today?" Even Alice couldn't help but add on to the conversation.
The class looked at each other. There were no words to describe the shock, horror and disbelief they were feeling.
"There's no way."
"We're just jumping to conclusions," Jazz insisted.
"Yeah, there's no way she would ever like someone like him, much less marry…"
Even as they tried to deny it, suddenly all the interactions between you and Kalego made sense. The way you always hung around him. The way you always smiled so warmly when you were talking to him. The way Kalego's rare soft smile had been that one time when you had been laughing too hard at a student's submission (which Jazz had reported after witnessing it in the staffroom).
The way Kalego always glared harder when the class talked about you.
"He's totally the jealous and possessive type, isn't he?" Jazz sighed, placing his fingers at his temple.
"I can't believe this."
"Does that mean I was right? (Y/n)-sensei likes bad boys?"
Everyone resigned themselves to the knowledge they had just received. After all, denial would not change reality. Their favourite, kind teacher was married to their sadistic class teacher. Lied burst into tears as he cried:
"Kalego-sensei turned out to be the lucky bastard!"
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you may not sleep, there are monsters nearby. (yan! hp x gn! obscurial reader concept idea)
leave a comment if you're interested.
— masterlist !
obscurial reader... something,,, not a neglected one but a heavily abused one, despised by your family because, it seems, like you'll never manifest their magic (not knowing you're a late bloomer, but that does not matter either way; the hatred they feel for you isn't because you're weak, it's because you're different).
it's even worse if you come from a long line of pure bloods, especially from a family of death eaters. hurt, ridiculed, and constantly tormented from early childhood up even until you eventually gained your magic, still you're treated like you belong to the lowest tier of the food chain, which is no less true. forced to suppress your magic, forced to stay silent until the monstrous thing inside of you snaps back.
something,,, something, your parents were eventually caught, but it's already too much, already too late, as the magic contained deep within you explodes into an obscurus, like a spark bursting into flames, ripping through the flesh and bones inside your body, and you couldn't do anything other than to submit to this wretched torment— only to be stopped by albus dumbledore, where somehow, a miracle ensues, it stops — it will return — but you've turned hiding.
still human, still pulsing flesh. still haunted by the memories of an incontrollable force lashing out within you.
still too young to even live alone, but mind too mature to know you'll never live a normal childhood, let alone surpass one.
you're in care, under dumbledore's wing, but not without resistance, fear that this abuse will cycle once more. the pain too much, the comfort too little. the first person to be obsessed with you (platonically) is probably dumbledore. he sees his sister in your wide-eyed visage, how those sunken orbs screams for a silent help, the way your fingers twitch, your cracked lips couldn't even open to utter a word of rebellion.
somehow, someway, he promises to keep you safe. maybe out of pity, maybe out of genuine desperation that he does not fail another soul within his care. so you're transferred into hogwarts.
temporary housing, he says. it's the school's - dumbledore's - safest way to protect you from the world (even if you're more of a threat), the only place where no nosy ministers could touch you, let alone see you, as he asks the other faculty members to keep a close eye on you. calm you down for when the flashbacks — of those familial hands choking you blue, of a wand pointing at you, petrifying you, tearing your clothes to shreds, lashing out degrading words ('useless,' 'worse than a mudblood') with a rusted knife until the only thing that could escape your constricted throat was a shrill so loud, blood would escape your mouth — became too much, when you're reduced to nothing but the cries which haunt the castle's halls.
something... i want to go further into depth with this idea. have another rare case of an obscurial who could outlive past 10, and eventually meet the main cast, but i fear i've been writing too much so... it's up to y'all to decide if you guys want to read more upon this (platonic + romantic yanderes = you're eternally fucked, not just from the obscurus but from the people around you).
hii everynyan :D came back finally with a drawing.... also!! I'm also posting this in attempt to join VGen (vgen.co/ephemii)!! ... let's hope for the best :]
wouldn’t it be so funny if the the batkids had a secret trigger phrase system for galas? basically, every time bruce says a certain phrase during his speech, a batkid must do a specific unhinged thing.
here are a few examples:
“wayne enterprises is thriving”: jason has to kiss two fingers, point to the ceiling, before downing his glass
“proud to support gotham”: dick must yell “WOO YEAH GOTHAM BABY” like a frat pledge. every time. he once knocked over a senator’s mini canape tower doing it
“community matters”: damian has to silently take the nearest silverware/art/object of value, and pocket it while making unwavering eye contact with the nearest stranger (don’t ask how they managed to convince him to go along with the bit)
“family is everything”: tim sheds one award-winning tear. just one. that never fails to choke up those surrounding him.
and a bonus wildcard rule:
if bruce says anything about “gratitude,” EVERY batkid nods solemnly and whispers “for now.”
and you KNOW that they absolutely keep score as to whoever commits the best. the prize being that the winner gets to choose one (1) rule the others MUST abide by for a whole week.
previous prizes have included:
tim once won and made a house rule that no one was allowed to wake him up for anything (disaster. crime went up, gotham almost burned. but. rules are rules)
damian won and selected “no shoes inside the manor” and enforced it like a warlord (bruce had to brief the justice league in socks. wonder woman took a photo.)
dick made a rule that everyone had to compliment him before asking anything of him. it was hell.
steph (when she gets to play) forced them all to sync their jog cycles for one week (they looked like a mafia flash mob everywhere they went). (bruce was so done).
when tim won he implemented “dramatic pausing” week, where everyone had to stop mid-sentence once a day and stare into the middle distance like a cw protagonist
Twst Anime Main Visual, Release date: October 29, 2025
edit to add: a calculation of when each of the 8 episodes of the Twst anime will air (once a week, every Wednesday, from October 29 📝 This is a fan's estimation of the projected release calendar, not an official announcement 📅)
Unofficial, fan-made calendar of possible Twst anime episode release dates, based on the announcement:
Episode 1: October 29
Episode 2: November 5
Episode 3: November 12
Episode 4: November 19
Episode 5: November 26
Episode 6: December 3
Episode 7: December 10
Episode 8: December 17
(The Kpop Demon Hunters inspired fic I've been working on! Hope you all enjoy it! All band names were made up on the spot so if theres a shared name with a real band... whoops.
Also! I just want to say that I hope you're all safe with all the floods going on around the country right now (Both in Texas and North Carolina). My heart goes out to everyone affected and I hope everyone's okay.)
It wasn't news that the bands 'Three of Hearts' and 'D4RK3Y3' hated each other. Even if the fans never openly acknowledged it and both groups constantly attended the same events, there was always some sort of tension between them.
Both of their leaders, Blair from Three of Hearts and Rowan from D4RK3Y3, could hardly be in the same room as each other. Their thinly veiled insults back and forth were often disregarded of their true meaning by their fanbases and instead interpreted as 'hostile flirting'.
Neither of them were happy about that. In fact, Blair spent most of her time on talkshows having to reiterate again and again that nothing had ever, or would ever, happen between her and Rowan. Rowan just laughed, truly laughed like it was the most hilarious and unserious thing ever, whenever someone mentioned any of the dating rumors.
The other members of Three of Hearts, Calliope and Maeve, were in the same boat. Even though they weren't as openly hostile with Dante and Kenji, the other members of D4RK3Y3, they were still being shipped mercilessly.
Their bands were in constant conflict, always trading #1 and #2 spots between each other week by week. A concert would shoot D4RK3Y3 to the top only for a merch launch to reinstate Three of Hearts. It was a never ending rivalry.
Perhaps it was the lack of attention they were paying to the rest of the ranks every week. Maybe it was just somehow slipping under the radar, who knows? All they know is both Blair and Rowan woke up one day to an unfamiliar name in the number 3 trending spot.
Current Music Rankings:
1 - D4RK3Y3
2 - Three of Hearts
3 - Y/N L/N
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For you, on the other hand, it was a perfectly normal morning. You woke up with a yawn, immediately checking for any texts from your manager. Technically, he was your father's manager, but he'd more-so taken you on as his main client at your father's request when your singing career began to take off.
There was a reminder about a photoshoot for a clothing line during the morning, then rehearsal for your show tonight, then the show itself. You still remembered dropping your phone in shock when you saw how much tickets were selling for before publicly asking people to please stop reselling your tickets for the price of someone's rent.
It wasn't like you needed money, being a nepo baby of a famous actor. The only reason you'd started singing was because it made you happy and feel wanted by someone. You made sure to give out more than almost anyone else in what you not only paid your team for their help, but charities of your choosing.
It was part of the reason you had such loyal staff members, even if you didn't think of them as such. Your manager was Uncle Chris, your lead makeup artist was Aunt Connie. They were your family, the only people you had who saw the real you.
You were already humming one of the songs you'd be performing tonight as you sat at the kitchen counter, a plate of pancakes and a cup of chamomile tea waiting for you. Chris walked in a few minutes after you sat down, on the phone with someone as he handed you a written version of your schedule for the day.
"Save your voice, Y/N. Wouldn't want you to lose it before the performance tonight." Chris said, finally getting off his phone call. "Now, lets get ready to go to that photoshoot, yeah?"
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"Turn a little- yeah, there." Honestly the photoshoot wasn't going too badly. The clothes were comfortable, even if they did feel a little childish. Then again, that was the brand you had somehow managed to accumulate.
All cutesy and soft and pastel. You didn't entirely hate it, at least not all the time, but it got tiring after a while. It didn't help that it made a lot of the other singers or actors you'd worked with in the past treat you like a child. You were a very proud 15 year old, thank you very much.
You were changing into one of the last outfits, some cozy space themed sweatpants and a soft, oversized sweater with stars stitched into it, when the door to the studio opened.
"Marcello! We are in the middle of a shoot!" You could hear the photographer yelling as you exited the dressing room. You had to do a double take when you saw Blair Axford walking behind him, a strangled wheeze leaving your throat.
You'd been a fan of Three of Hearts since their debut, you had their posters up in your bedroom. You also had some D4RK3Y3 posters as well, but your true inspiration was Three of Hearts. The song that had made Chris notice you as more than his boss' child was one of theirs.
"Miss Blair! I apologize, but I'm in the middle of a shoot right now." The photographer said. You could see Blair's eyes looking around before they landed on you. You who were currently dressed in childish space themed almost-pajamas in front of one of your biggest idols.
Needless to say you felt your face burning in embarrassment when she smiled at you, a soft smile that you've seen parents give their children. She walked over to you, her blond hair in a flawless ponytail as she extended her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. You're Y/N L/N, right? I've heard a lot about you." She said kindly, laughing a little at your flustered expression.
"Please excuse her, Y/N's a giant fan of yours." Chris said, approaching the two of you. His words only make your face darken more as you eagerly ran back to where the photographer was waiting. "I'm Christopher Farley, Y/N's manager and family friend."
"They're a cute kid." She said, watching as the photographer positioned you in the bedroom-esque set. A book about space spread across your lap as you stared out at a green screen window. "Are they really a fan?"
"Actually, it was your music that got them into singing. I think I still have the video somewhere of them at 6 years old singing along to one of your songs as they danced around the living room." He said with a laugh. "Just don't tell them I told you that. They can get rather shy."
"Long time fan, huh... They're what, 15? So they've been a fan since we started playing basically." Blair said, doing the math in her head. She watched as the photographer had you lay on the set's bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Anyway, I just came here to see if Liam was busy so we could talk about an upcoming photoshoot. I'll be taking my leave now."
With that she made her way towards the exit to the studio only to pause to wave at you as you exited the set to change into the last outfit of the shoot. "Bye sweetheart!" She called, watching as your face instantly went bright red.
As she stepped out into the hallway she pulled out her phone, calling Calliope. "Hey Cal, is Maeve with you?... I scoped out the kid rising the ranks like I said I would but I think we all underestimated how adorable they are... They aren't after our rank, it's not another D4RK3Y3 type thing. Anyway, they're having a concert tonight and I think I'm gonna buy us all tickets so you can see for yourselves."
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"I'm here." Rowan said, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. He hadn't wanted to spend an arm and a leg on some ticket for a kid who was trying to steal his band's rightful spot at the top of the charts, but here he was. Front row too.
It was bad enough dealing with Blair and her harpies without some dumb kid getting thrown into the mix. Unfortunately, Dante and Kenji both had stuff to do so here he was, suffering alone in a sea of young adults.
When the show finally started he had to admit to himself that he could see the appeal. You were wearing this pastel purple jacket with cute swirls all over it and light blue pants. It was cute, a nice appropriate outfit for a kid, even if it did make you look a bit younger.
It was toward the end of the concert when you paused in the middle of a song, gesturing for the band to stop playing as your eyes fixed on the mezzanine. "Does someone need medical attention up there?" You asked, a hand blocking the light from your eyes as you searched the crowd.
"Can we get some medical attention up there please?" You asked, looking offstage. "Is there anyone else who needs help right now? Anyone who needs water?"
It was only after making sure that everyone else was okay, and getting a couple of people who needed it some water, that you continued. It was mature of you, Rowan thought. He'd heard and seen his fair share of accidents at concerts, but normally it was the security who noticed first.
But you had been the one to stop the music, to call out and make sure your fans were okay. Maybe you were more than just a dumb kid. When the show finally ended, he found himself a little surprised at how enjoyable it had been.
You clearly had fun, performing like that. You were a natural. Of course he knew that the whole pastel, innocent vibe was just marketing, but it worked well. Maybe he bought some merch of yours that night, maybe he didn't. But he never looked to his left to see three familiar girls talking in hushed tones as they did the same.
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"Two collabs!" Chris said, when you finally emerged from your room for breakfast the next day. "This is so amazing, Y/N!"
"My brain isn't working this early. Why are you so excited?" You murmured, your throat a little sore from all the singing yesterday. A cup of tea was waiting for you and you took a sip, relaxing as the flavor of honey and ginger hit your taste buds.
"Both the managers for Three of Hearts and D4RK3Y3 reached out asking about possible collaborations! Apparently some members of both bands were at your show last night and were really impressed with your work!" That made you spit out your tea, choking and coughing as you did so.
"H-Huh...?!" You stuttered, wiping tea off of your face with the arm of your pajamas. "Wait, what kinds of collaborations are we talking about?!"
"For Three of Hearts, they want you to record a song with them for their upcoming album. D4RK3Y3's manager said something about a photoshoot for a different clothing line." Chris said, typing furiously on his phone.
"Why would they want me- basically their rival as far as rankings is concerned- to model for them?" You questioned suspiciously, taking an actual sip of tea this time.
"Same reason as why Blair 'accidentally' stopped by the photographers yesterday during your shoot." Chris said, never looking up from his phone. "They're scoping out the competition."
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"Wow. You're tinyer in person."
You barely had time to be offended before another boy appeared on your other side, playfully stealing your hat and holding it out of your reach.
"They are quite small. I guess you really aren't lying about your age. Only a kid would be that small." He said, holding your hat higher when you tried jumping for it. "Aw, look at you trying to play adult.
"Dante, Kenji, stop teasing them." Rowan chuckled, appearing out of the back room. "They are our guest, after all."
Rowan had definitely perfected the whole 'bad boy' persona he was known for. He absolutely had the smirk and tone down at least. Kenji had finally lowered your hat just enough that you were able to snatch it back with an annoyed huff.
You rolled your eyes as you shoved your hat back on your head, deciding to be the bigger person, even if you weren't physically. "My name is Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Wow, so formal! I'm sure you know who we are already, do we even need an introduction?" Dante asked with a sly smile. "Then again, I guess it's probably 100 times better to hear it in person. I'm Dante Cromwell."
"Kenji Sato at your service, pipsqueak." Kenji said, appearing on your other side as he ushered you further into the studio. "Come on kid, let's see what you've got. Apparently you can sing well enough without autotune, but is all that photogenic stuff natural?"
"Guys, be nice," Rowan laughed, following the three of you inside as the shoot began.
You were better than they thought, better than they expected. You listened well to the photographer, and the outfits looked good on you, even if they were outside your normal marketed range of pastels. You pulled off red and black, D4RK3Y3's signature colors, well.
Not to mention you had the most adorable pout whenever they'd tease you, like a wronged puppy. When Chris finally came to pick you up, already on his phone talking about some other thing you had to do, they were a bit disappointed to see you go.
"Hmm... Maybe we should do something else with them." Dante suggested, from the passenger seat of Kenji's bright red porsche. Kenji himself hummed in agreement from behind the wheel.
The pictures would launch in a couple of weeks, once they were done being edited and photoshopped. Rowan was wondering how much the photographer would charge for all the raw shots from today, the ones that still had a little bit of the true you in them. Maybe that was something worth spending money on.
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“Oh my god, you’re even cuter in person! Blair, you held out on us!” Maeve yelled, squishing your cheeks. You’d barely even entered the recording studio before she’d descended upon you, cooing and aweing at you.
“Chill out Mae-Mae, you’re gonna scare them off. They are cute though.” Calliope said from where she was tuning her guitar. “You ready to sing, sweetheart?”
You nodded, fighting back an embarrassed blush. This was almost worse than the nonstop teasing you’d endured from D4RK3Y3 a couple days ago during the photoshoot. At least the girls were being nice about it, even if they were treating you a little childishly.
“I’m sure you’ll do great, you have an amazing voice.” Blair laughed, coming up behind Maeve to pull her off of you. “The producer is asking for you. Ready to record?”
“Yep!” You eagerly ran inside, hoping you weren’t noticably flustered. After all, how often is it that you not only get to meet, but work with your heroes? Almost never! Well besides the photoshoot from a few days ago… but still! This oportunity might never come around again so you were going to do your best to make them proud.
You did your best, listening when the producer had you try different ways of singing it, playing around with the sounds. By the time you had finally been given the ‘okay’ that your part sounded perfect, you were tired, but happy.
You were invited to stick around and watch as Blair, Calliope and Maeve finished up their own recordings. It was so interesting to you to be on the other side of the recording booth for someone else. You felt like your life was made all the more complete when they invited you out to dinner to celebrate only for your heart to be crushed when Chris walked in and heard them.
“Y/N, you have dinner with your father tonight. He’s coming home from his most recent shoot.” He shut you down with a dissapointed sigh when you tried to argue that this was the first that you were hearing about it, already ushering you out the door. “I told you this morning Y/N, I know I did. Maybe you can have dinner with them another time.”
Blair, Calliope and Maeve watched how unhappy you looked as you were spoken to like a child. They knew you cared for your manager from how you’d talked about him when they’d asked earlier, but that could’ve also been because he was all you had in terms of support. Either way, it rubbed them the wrong way. Your happiness should’ve been the top priority and maybe it was time for someone to show you that.
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“What is that.” Rowan demanded, glaring at the artist and song rankings for the week. Last week D4RK3Y3 had been on top again so he knew Three of Hearts would probably revive from the dead like every week, but he hadn’t been expecting this.
“You’re joking.” Dante hissed, angrily begining to pace Rowan’s apartment. Kenji didn’t even have anything to say, just walking over to the punching bag in the corner and taking a few hard swings at it. Even when the chain creaked dangerously he didn’t stop, anger overtaking him. They were all angry.
Some new single, catchy enough title and chorus, yada yada, whatever. Didn’t matter. What mattered was the little ‘(feat. Y/N L/N)’ next to the song title. You. How had they gotten to you first?! More importantly, why hadn’t they though to ask you for a song collab first?! How could they have let Blair and her crones steal you away?! No, no they’d show you that they were better.
The second the clothing line launched and the photoshoot pictures went viral, everyone would see you in their colors. You were just some kid who needed a little help to see who really had your best interests at heart. Sure, they were a little mean and rough around the edges, but you’d handled it so well. Don’t worry, they’d protect you.
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“I can’t believe them!” Maeve hissed, her hands vibrating in anger around her phone screen. “Red and black?! Those aren’t even their best colors! Look at how shaded and dark it makes their face look!”
“You know how those three get. They’re like dogs, mercilessly marking anything they can.” Calliope was already writing a whole new diss track on them, her pen angrily scratching against the pages of her notebook. “Those no good, dirty-!”
“Poor Y/N. I doubt they even knew what they were getting into.” Blair lamented, falling back onto her couch. “Poor sweetheart… We should reach out to them and see if they’re okay.”
Of course you didn’t mean to work with such antagonistic people. It was surely that awful manager of yours who’d forced you into it and you were just too naieve to see it! They’d find some way to take care of him- to take care of you! Oh poor dear, don’t you worry, soon you’ll be safe. Then maybe they could finally take you out for dinner like you’d wanted.
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It had been a weird few weeks to say the least. Both D4RK3Y3 and Three of Hearts had reached out practically demanding more collabs. The fans were loving it, already passing around rumors about their sudden interest in you.
Of course there was the gross minority with the super wrong ideas, but you ignored them. There were the fans saying that the whole thing was a rivalry competition and you were the current item being fought over. As in, whoever got the most popular collab with you won.
Then there were the others who immediately started talking about how it was clear Rowan and Blair had broken up, and you were the child of divorce, getting pulled from parent to parent. Honestly, it wasn’t even that far off, aside from the fact that they were never together.
From the way they talked about each other you’d think some super messy divorce had gone on. Rowan, Kenji and Dante spent most of their collab time with you, outside of actually doing the necesary work, warning you about how Blair just wanted to steal your soul like some kind of demon and how they would protect you like the ‘honorary big brothers’ they were.
Blair, Calliope and Maeve made it known just how little they thought of the boys. They were playboys, bullies, cheaters. They couldn’t be honest to save their lives. They were only interested in you because you were the newest shiny thing, but don’t worry your pretty little head. You had them on your side and they would save you.
Either way you started telling Chris to start rejecting some of the collabs. You were tired and needed a break, not to mention you were tired of being stuck between the two groups. The fans were right, you really were embodying a child of divorce right now. Maybe you should donate some more money towards free therapy for children in need, or get a therapist yourself. Or a vacation. Yeah, a vacation sounded nice.
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It had been a week of complete silence. Any calls immediately went to voicemail, all texts went unanswered. It was like you had just… vanished. Gone.
It was coinidence that both bands got fed up on the same day, making the trip out to your house to make sure that you were okay. Despite their mutual hatred for each other, their concern and worry for you overwhelmed that. Both groups were standing at the top of the stairs, ringing the doorbell when the front door opened.
Of course they knew who your father was, everyone did. You never hid your nepo baby status, but it was different seeing him in person. He didn’t even seem surprised, just welcomed them in with a knowing smile, leading them to a fancy sitting room.
“Y/N isn’t here right now. They’re currently enjoying a nice, phone-free vacation halfway across the world. They may be my child but everyone gets overwhelmed now and again.” He said, elegantly perched on a fancy leather chair.
“When will they be back?” Maeve and Kenji asked simultaniously, only to glare at each other.
“Depends on when they feel rested.” He said with a sly smile. “But lets be real here. You six are possesive, no? More so than what is considered ‘socially acceptable’. It doesn’t bother me, I’ve been in your shoes before, but it does bother Y/N. My question is, what are you going to do to make them feel more comfortable? To make them feel safe enough that they rely on you by themself?”
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When you finally arrived home from vacation it was blissfully peaceful. Three of Hearts and D4RK3Y3 had backed off, saying they were ready for you when you wanted to collab with them. They would wait for when you wanted to have dinner with them. They’d even stop fighting around you if it would make you happy.
Truth be told, it worked. It was more enjoyable being around them now, you were happier. You would navigate lunch and dinners around your busy schedule, finding time to spend with them. They seemed to have changed, then again, your dad said they had stopped by while you were on vacation and he’d talked to them. Maybe he’d said something to convince them to tone it down.
You would likely never know that he’d instead taught them to hide it better. To cover their tracks and find their own ways to indulge without overwhelming you. Photos, videos, social media posts. Soon they’d know you better than you knew yourself.
It was refreshing to know that there would be people looking out for his darling child. He loved you in his own way, but he was a busy man with a chosen little sibling of his own. One he’d certainly been neglecting with his busy filming schedule. Maybe it was time to be home for a bit, take some time for himself. After all, he was sure Chris was beginning to get a bit lonely, even if he did have you.
Rest assured, he’d make sure your new siblings never went too far, but wasn’t it nice to feel loved and cared for? Wasn’t it nice to have such dedicated big siblings? All you needed to do was accept it.
saja boys manager walks in unexpectedly to find a big blue tiger in the living room, they’re in a state of internal panic thinking their cover is blown…
Reader? Couldn’t care less, big fluffy blue tiger demands snuggles immediately.
Now they gotta deal with a completely separate issue… reader spending more time with tiger than them…
I just love that big goofy baby 💙
‘Alright boys good work today as usual. but please make sure you get some decent sleep tonight because we’ve got a hefty amount of press junkets to do and I don’t want to be the one to-‘
The words seemed to die on your lips the second you stepped into the living room. You’d have expected to see the boys you were lumped with managing, not a blue furred tiger with amber eyes that gave it a slightly demonic look, and a permanent Cheshire like grin as it lounged it’s large body on the floor comfortably. Everything about this blue tiger should’ve had your mind screaming danger, have you running away but when it’s big amber eyes landed on you, it’s mouth already stuck in a permanent Cheshire smile only seem to grow wider as it slowly waddles it’s way to you out of curiosity.
When within proximity to you the unusually blue tiger sniffed and pawed at your legs softly with it’s paws, looking at you as it blinked slowly, almost expecting something in return for bothering to get up from it’s comfortable position on the floor. You smiled and allowed a hand to brush through the thick fur atop of it’s head, scratching behind the ears as the tiger purred in content as it rest it’s body against you, it’s tail swaying in content before moving to hold onto your ankle.
‘You’re a cutie aren’t you?’ You said softly as you shifted the scratching to the tiger’s chin where you could feel it’s powerful purrs just beneath your fingertips as it’s eyes closed to indulge as your snails scratched places they couldn’t before. ‘Yes you are, the cutest cutie there is.’ You cooed at the beast as it slowly moved to lay on its back, showing you it’s stomach which was a lighter shade of blue compared to the darker shade of cobalt, paws closely tucked to it’s body as it looked at you with big eyes and a impatience you only see in animals that wanted more affection the second they get it.
‘Okay! Okay some belly rubs and pats coming right up for the blue cutie!’ You laughed as you set aside your tablet, kicked off your aching shoes and kneeled next to the tiger and began to rub its belly like you would a cat or a dog, switching to patting it’s belly when you felt it was growing bored and then switching back to rubs once more. You didn’t know why you didn’t seem scared of this creature, after all a tiger was a predator by all means but this one had the scare factor of a small kitten, it looked at you in awe and it’s ears would twitch at the sound of your laughter as it’s tail swished happily.
It didn’t give of signs of being an actual threat towards you in anyway and that’s probably why you didn’t feel the need to run away and hide -not that you could ever hope to out run it- but instead spend time giving it the love and affection like you would to anyone else, whispering sweet words to it despite knowing it wouldn’t understand and struggling to hide your cuteness aggression when it bats your hand with it’s paw, showing off it’s toe beans.
Meanwhile the Saja boys were loosing their shit. Jinu had lost his tiger companion, which they suspected was loose within the apartment, where you were also happen to be to go over the itinerary for tomorrow.
‘How can you miss a demonic blue tiger?! It’s big and blue and did I forget to mention demonic!’ Abby says as he, baby, mystery and romance followed Jinu further into the apartment as quickly as they could in hopes they’d find Jinu’s companion before you did. They’ve came this far in their mission and it wouldn’t work out well for them if Gwi-Ma was ever to find out their true identity was figured out, and all because their human manager came across a unusually blue tiger within the apartment.
Jinu groaned as he -much like the rest of the group- was growing more and more frustrated the longer his search went without seeing his tiger companion, the dread growing within his stomach as each door they opened they were greeted with nothing big or blue or tiger looking in appearance. He had been specific about them staying in his room -especially if you were within the apartment- until further notice but it seemed as though the tiger had devolved a rebellious streak as of late and decided to leave the room on it’s own accord, which only made things worse for the demon boy band who were slowly losing their minds the more time passed and no blue tiger was in sight.
Time was of the essence and unfortunately they didn’t have enough of it before you realise what you were managing.
‘What if they found them?’ Romance asked, looking between Abby and Jinu as Mystery seemed to be sniffing the air as if he could find traces of the tiger by doing so, or by chance notice something that none of them could that would greatly help them.
‘Wouldn’t we have heard (name) screaming or shouting by now if they did?’ Baby replied, raising his brow as he pops his lollipop back into his mouth, acting as nonchalant as he could about the entire situation but internally he was just as on edge about their secret being exposed as the rest of them. He liked you- they all did- but the mission came first and foremost, and if you had figured out what they were, nothing good would come from it and all would be lost for them.
Jinu was about to say something when your laugh reached his ears and he was quick to pick up the pace, rushing towards the living area of the apartment as the sound of your laughter grew, followed by a familiar purring of a certain companion of his that had been the cause a lot of the chaos and uncertainty up until now. Abby, Mystery, Romance and Baby followed suit after having heard the sound of your laughter as clear as day, also curious as to what was making you laugh like that which brought about feelings of territory and protectiveness out of them, after all you were their manager not someone else’s and they wouldn’t take too kindly to someone else taking away your attention from them.
Yet what they saw was what they expected, yet not at the same time. The blue tiger had found you like they feared but instead of screaming and running away like they thought you would, you were cuddling by the blue furr ball, burring your head into it’s neck as a sigh of relief left your lips and acting like all of this was as next to normal to you.
‘You’re comfy.’ You said, the tiger huffed as though to say they were in agreement with you. ‘Like really comfy and I don’t feel like moving anymore. I’ve done enough work today don’t you think?’
‘(Name)?’ Jinu called.
You groaned as you lifted your head from the tiger’s neck to look at the group of bewildered men, staring at you as though you had grown a second head. ‘What? Can’t you see I’m trying to destress here!’ You tell them, but before Jinu or the others could voice their reasoning for interrupting you, you continued as you rested your head against the tiger’s neck once more, softly toying with it’s toe beans. ‘Besides where were all of you! I came here to tell you about the press junkets and that’s when I found this cutie lounging on the floor, looking as though they could use some company. Didn’t you big guy?’
The tiger huffed, not caring that it subjected Jinu and the rest of the group to a full blown panic, looking rather content as your pillow more so than anything as it intentionally looked from Jinu to Abby, Mystery, Baby and Romance as though intentionally showing how they were getting what they couldn’t without having to try.
‘We were-‘ Romance was about to come up with an excellent excuse, when it was cut off by you waving your hand lazy as sleep called your name.
‘I honestly don’t care, just don’t be late for the early morning press junkets, good night.’ And with that you were out like a light and the tiger beneath you slowly rose up onto it’s legs, looking back at you to make sure you were on it’s back before prodding past the bewildered men and off in the direction of your room.
Jinu, Abby, Romance, Baby and Mystery were left to watch as the tiger disappeared from their sight yet again, no longer filled with panic or worry but instead an overwhelming sense of confusion at your lack of reaction, but also a feeling of calm as their identities were safe for now and that you would probably think of the weirdly blue tiger as a figment of your imagination. Their alibi was solid should you ever tell them such the next morning when you were fresh of mind.
Yet there was one thing on their minds.
‘Jinu?’ Abby asked.
‘Yeah?’ Jinu replied.
‘How does the tiger know where (name)‘s room is to take them there?’ Romance adds, crossing his arms over his chest as Baby, Abby and Mystery also look to him for a response.
