Baby Saja (Omegaverse AU)
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(🩵BabySaja x Bamby💗)
There was no childhood. No scraped knees or lullabies, no schoolyard games or warm hands pulling him out of nightmares.
There was only Gwi-Ma—the Demon King—and the contract.
They said Baby was born from a whisper and a want. A desperate soul sealed into flesh by an old magic. A child who once craved fame so fiercely, he traded eternity for adoration. Or perhaps he never was human. Perhaps he was simply made, crafted with soft features and sharper teeth, programmed to smile and steal without mercy.
Baby never asked for the truth. He didn’t need it.
The Demon King had named him Baby, and that was enough. He had one purpose: to gather souls for Gwi-Ma. To seduce. To sing. To stand beneath the neon lights and let humans love him until they burned.
As part of the Saja Boys, Baby slipped easily into the idol world—an empire built on obsession. He learned the rhythm of cameras, the shape of desire in a fan’s eyes. He played the role perfectly: the youngest, the softest, the sweetest.
But underneath the sugar-slick image was something hollow. He had never needed to eat. Never learned to sleep. He didn’t age.
When the lights went off, he sat in perfect stillness, listening to the hum of other people breathing and wondering what it meant to be real. To feel hunger. To feel love. To need something other than Gwi-Ma’s approval.
He watched as humans cried and laughed and fell apart for people they barely knew. And slowly, beneath all his programmed indifference, something began to ache.
He told no one.
Omegas were rare among demons. But Baby was rarer still: a dominant omega with a demon’s power and no true cycle—unless he allowed it.
Gwi-Ma had taught him strict control. To suppress his heats so completely, not even the other Saja Boys could smell a shift. The few times he’d faltered... his demon form surfaced.
It wasn’t beautiful.
It was hunger and fire and instinct. A storm that warped him into something feral, something no one could see without fear.
So he buried it. Locked it down with old magic and sheer will. He learned to exist above biology—just another mask he wore better than any human ever could.
As the Honmoon—the boundary between the demon realm and the human world—began to splinter, Gwi-Ma’s influence intensified. The King wanted more souls. More idols under his control. More chaos through charisma.
And Baby obeyed. Of course he did. That was his purpose.
But... cracks had begun to form.
He was slower to report. He lingered after shows. He stopped collecting souls when he didn’t feel like it. Because he was curious.
About why fans cried when he sang softly. About the warmth that bloomed in his chest when someone looked at him like he was just a boy, not a monster.
So when Gwi-Ma assigned the Saja Boys to a joint publicity project with PLAVE—a pack of idealistic alphas and their delicate, overly sweet omega—Baby didn’t question it.
But something inside him shifted the moment he laid eyes on Bamby.
Not because of lust. Not because of the usual omega pull. But because Bamby looked like he belonged in this world Baby had only ever borrowed. He was everything Baby wasn’t: gentle, vulnerable, human.
And Baby didn’t know if he wanted to protect him...or ruin him.
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Basic Information: • Name: Unknown (publicly known as Baby Saja or just Baby) • Group: Saja Boys • Position: Rapper, Visual, Sub-Vocal • Age Appearance: Late teens to early 20s (true age unknown, rumored to be centuries old) • Secondary Gender: Omega (Dominant) • Heat Cycle: Fully controlled via internal suppression and sheer willpower; dangerous if triggered • Species: Demon (secret; appears human to others) • Height: 173 cm • Hair: Icy blue-gray, fluffy and styled playfully • Eyes: Sharp and expressive, dark green in human form; gold and slit-pupiled in demon form • Aura: Cute on stage, eerie off-stage. Commands attention effortlessly.
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Public Persona vs. True Self:
On Stage / In Public: • Exaggeratedly cute and flirtatious: pouts, props, winks at fans • Speaks in a soft, playful tone with childlike gestures • Leans into the “baby” image, even wearing oversized sweaters and pastel berets • Has a signature catchphrase: “Want a taste of sweet danger?”
Privately / Off Camera: • Emotionally distant, dry-humored, and quick-witted • Sarcastic, unbothered by hierarchy or threats • Finds the idol life both amusing and tedious • Rarely speaks of personal things unless prodded—deflects with a joke or a cold stare • Has a habit of humming old lullabies in ancient languages under his breath
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Omegaverse Traits:
Dominant Omega: • Strong, controlled pheromones that can rattle even seasoned alphas • Reverts to his demon form during heats, which he has never allowed anyone to witness • Heat cycle is tightly regulated—no visible symptoms thanks to centuries of discipline and supernatural suppression • No one but Mystery Saja and Gwi-Ma know how bad his heats can get • His scent when overwhelmed is rare and intoxicating: dark cinnamon, firewood, and sugar syrup
Views on Omega Status: • Loathes being categorized as ‘omega’—sees it as a limitation in a system built to control • Uses his rank to manipulate expectations—appears harmless, but is anything but • Hates the idea of “needing” a mate or protection, especially from alphas
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Personality: • Cunning and perceptive — reads people within seconds • Playfully cruel at times, especially toward those who underestimate him • Protective in his own way — will destroy threats before anyone even notices them • Distrustful of affection — considers love a trap, but is quietly drawn to Bamby’s sincerity • Territorial — hides it well, but flares up when someone he values is put in danger • Emotionally armored — cracks only show when he’s alone or around Mystery Saja
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Powers & Abilities (Hidden): • Illusion magic — minor use on stage for dramatic effect (fans think it’s a stage trick) • Soul-sensing — can detect a person’s deepest emotion when making skin contact • Demonic strength and speed — only used in private or emergencies • Emotion manipulation — can enhance fear, desire, or calm • Fire affinity — low-level pyrokinesis during high emotional peaks or heat
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Relationship with Bamby: • Initially unimpressed and lowkey annoyed by Bamby’s softness • Slowly becomes intrigued by his genuine sweetness—a rarity Baby has never trusted before • Finds himself irrationally possessive when Bamby is surrounded by alphas • Has to physically stop himself from interfering when Bamby’s heat hits • Scared of Bamby seeing him in demon form during heat—afraid it’ll “ruin the illusion”
“You’re the first thing I’ve wanted to protect... without being told to.”
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Relationships with Others:
Mystery Saja (Best friend, Alpha): • One of the only people Baby trusts completely • Overprotective to the point of suffocation • Knows Baby’s secrets—including the extent of his heats and his growing feelings for Bamby • Often scolds Baby for “playing too close to humans”
Saja Boys (Other members, all Alphas): • Treat Baby like the maknae but know not to baby him • Some fear him more than they love him • Used to him going silent for days or hiding during his cycle
Bamby’s Group (PLAVE Alphas): • Treat Baby cautiously • Don’t like how close he is to Bamby, sensing something off • Baby finds their overprotectiveness “endearing” but laughably naive
There was no childhood. No scraped knees or lullabies, no schoolyard games or warm hands pulling him out of nightmares.
There was only Gwi-Ma—the Demon King—and the contract.
They said Baby was born from a whisper and a want. A desperate soul sealed into flesh by an old magic. A child who once craved fame so fiercely, he traded eternity for adoration. Or perhaps he never was human. Perhaps he was simply made, crafted with soft features and sharper teeth, programmed to smile and steal without mercy.
Baby never asked for the truth. He didn’t need it.
The Demon King had named him Baby, and that was enough. He had one purpose: to gather souls for Gwi-Ma. To seduce. To sing. To stand beneath the neon lights and let humans love him until they burned.
As part of the Saja Boys, Baby slipped easily into the idol world—an empire built on obsession. He learned the rhythm of cameras, the shape of desire in a fan’s eyes. He played the role perfectly: the youngest, the softest, the sweetest.
But underneath the sugar-slick image was something hollow. He had never needed to eat. Never learned to sleep. He didn’t age.
When the lights went off, he sat in perfect stillness, listening to the hum of other people breathing and wondering what it meant to be real. To feel hunger. To feel love. To need something other than Gwi-Ma’s approval.
He watched as humans cried and laughed and fell apart for people they barely knew. And slowly, beneath all his programmed indifference, something began to ache.
He told no one.
Omegas were rare among demons. But Baby was rarer still: a dominant omega with a demon’s power and no true cycle—unless he allowed it.
Gwi-Ma had taught him strict control. To suppress his heats so completely, not even the other Saja Boys could smell a shift. The few times he’d faltered... his demon form surfaced.
It wasn’t beautiful.
It was hunger and fire and instinct. A storm that warped him into something feral, something no one could see without fear.
So he buried it. Locked it down with old magic and sheer will. He learned to exist above biology—just another mask he wore better than any human ever could.
As the Honmoon—the boundary between the demon realm and the human world—began to splinter, Gwi-Ma’s influence intensified. The King wanted more souls. More idols under his control. More chaos through charisma.
And Baby obeyed. Of course he did. That was his purpose.
But... cracks had begun to form.
He was slower to report. He lingered after shows. He stopped collecting souls when he didn’t feel like it. Because he was curious.
About why fans cried when he sang softly. About the warmth that bloomed in his chest when someone looked at him like he was just a boy, not a monster.
So when Gwi-Ma assigned the Saja Boys to a joint publicity project with PLAVE—a pack of idealistic alphas and their delicate, overly sweet omega—Baby didn’t question it.
But something inside him shifted the moment he laid eyes on Bamby.
Not because of lust. Not because of the usual omega pull. But because Bamby looked like he belonged in this world Baby had only ever borrowed. He was everything Baby wasn’t: gentle, vulnerable, human.
And Baby didn’t know if he wanted to protect him...or ruin him.
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The lights were too bright.
Everything in this place looked like it had been soaked in syrup and wrapped in tulle. The pastel counters, the cartoon cupcakes on the wallpaper, the ridiculous frilly aprons they’d been forced into. His was powder blue. Bamby’s was bubblegum pink. Naturally.
“Baby and Bamby—our cotton candy duo!” the host squealed.
Cotton candy. How fitting. Something spun from sugar and air—sweet, fragile, and guaranteed to melt if you held it too long.
Baby didn’t respond. He tilted his head slightly and pressed the raspberry lollipop between his lips, letting it click against his teeth.
“We’re making vanilla bean cupcakes with strawberry frosting!” Bamby chirped beside him, his voice so saccharine Baby could almost feel it crystallizing on his skin. The boy beamed at the camera, sleeves rolled up, fingers already sifting through ingredients with practiced ease.
Baby stood beside him like a polite shadow. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. This was Bamby’s domain—cute, bubbly, familiar. All Baby had to do was watch. And mirror.
He mimicked the way Bamby tilted his head, the way he smiled at the sugar like it was a dear friend. But something always came out wrong. His smile too sharp. His gaze too steady. He stirred when told, measured when instructed, but never tasted anything.
Why would he? Food was... unnecessary.
But Bamby didn’t seem to notice his lack of commentary or flavor reactions. Or maybe he did and chose not to comment. He was good at filling silence with sweetness—talking about frosting techniques, telling the audience little stories of baking with his members. He worked with the ease of someone used to multitasking under scrutiny.
Baby liked watching him.
Not because he found it endearing—though he suspected that’s what humans might call it—but because there was something strangely soothing about how fluidly Bamby moved through the world. Like he belonged in it.
Baby... still wasn’t sure he did.
He flicked his gaze to the bowl of frosting Bamby was whipping, then to the cupcake tray already prepped and ready for the oven. Efficient. Soft. Predictable.
Bamby was everything Baby was not.
But he was curious. Humans were driven by sweets, weren’t they? Sugary offerings and comfort foods and pretty pastel things. He’d heard it from Gwi-Ma once—“Give them sweetness before the bite.” He wondered if that worked outside of soul-stealing.
He stared at the lollipop in his hand, glossy and red like melted rubies. The flavor didn’t register. It never did. But Bamby had smiled when they were handed out.
Would he want something sweet?
Without thinking—without understanding why—it felt correct somehow. A gift. A gesture. So Baby turned to him, his tone flat but almost curious.
“Try this.”
And he pressed the lollipop to Bamby’s lips. No hesitation. No warning. Just pushed it gently into the other omega’s mouth.
Bamby blinked. The room froze.
But Bamby... didn’t falter.
A blush bloomed across his cheeks—soft, pink, and entirely out of his control—but he accepted the candy between his lips with a practiced smile, even as his gaze flicked up to meet Baby’s.
“Mmm,” Bamby hummed, twirling the mixing spoon like a baton, his voice slightly higher than before, “S-sweet... kind of like you, right Baby?”
The crowd laughed. The moment passed. Cameras resumed clicking.
But Baby tilted his head again, studying the reaction. The color in Bamby’s cheeks. The tremble in his voice that hadn’t been there before. Interesting. That reaction hadn’t come from the sugar. It came from him.
He filed that away, watching the way Bamby’s fingers trembled for just a second before steadying again.
Humans were strange.
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