The Battle of the Bands had ended. The magical tension had lifted. The Dazzlings—Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk—had lost their pendants and their power, their voices now just that: voices. For the first time in what felt like centuries, they were… normal. Mortal. Human.

And they hated it.

Adagio tried to keep her pride intact, holding her head high in the halls of Canterlot High, even if the whispers behind her back burned. Aria acted like she didn’t care, rolling her eyes at everything and everyone, silently seething at how far they’d fallen. And Sonata? Sonata just missed tacos. And the attention. And not being called a “has-been.”

They were no longer feared. No longer adored. Just students. Ordinary. Forgotten.

Until they saw you.

It happened on a normal school day, in the middle of a hallway buzzing with laughter and lockers slamming shut. The seven girls who had defeated them—Twilight, Sunset, Rainbow, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie—stood together like usual, chatting, laughing.

But you were there too.

Leaning against the wall, backpack slung over one shoulder, listening quietly, casually responding. You weren’t flashy. You weren’t loud. But there was something about you. A presence. An energy.

The Dazzlings froze.

They had never seen you before.

"Who is that?" Adagio whispered, her voice uncharacteristically breathless.

"Wait... was he always part of their group?" Aria frowned. "How did we not notice him?"

"He’s cuuuuuute," Sonata blurted. “Like, annoyingly cute. Like, I-want-him-to-hold-my-hand-and-feed-me-tacos cute.”

They stared. You laughed at something Fluttershy said, ruffled Pinkie’s hair playfully, then locked eyes with Sunset, your expression calm and grounded—like you were the tether that kept all of them steady.

Adagio scoffed, but it was weak. "I bet he’s shallow."

Aria folded her arms. "Probably boring."

Sonata was already waving at you. "HI!!"

You turned, gave her a confused smile, then waved back.

And just like that… all three Sirens felt something they didn’t expect.

A spark.

Not the kind of magic they were used to manipulating. Not something they could steal or control. It was small. Subtle. Warm.

And it was terrifying.

They hated how their hearts skipped when you looked at them. Hated how their thoughts suddenly felt messy. Hated how the loss of power didn't bother them as much when they were watching you. You, the one person who hadn’t even been part of the battle but somehow made them feel defeated in a whole different way.

The worst part?

They each thought it was just them. Each Siren thought she was the only one falling for you.

Until one day in the cafeteria...

"He’s mine," Adagio declared, slamming her tray down at their table.

"Like heck he is," Aria growled.

"Uhhh... maybe we can share?" Sonata grinned. "Like a taco!"

For the first time in their long, chaotic lives, the Dazzlings weren’t plotting domination.

They were competing for affection.

And the biggest threat to their fragile alliance?

Was you—the one person who had no idea what kind of storm you'd just walked into.