mabyfavywavy

[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 5)

synopsis: you're an assistant. totally not huntrix's manager, but an assistant.

pairings: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: mentions of bruises

>m.list here

>ch. 4 here

it especially seemed like your fatigue was catching up to you today.

you nearly knocked over a camera at the tv station.

you dozed off sitting upright while managing backstage with bobby.

you kept going to the bathroom to check if the bandages you put on your bruises were coming off.

needless to say, you were very distracted.

so you breathed a sigh of relief when you took the opportunity to go on a coffee run for everyone to get some fresh air.

there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky and even with the sun shining, the weather wasn’t hot or humid at all. it was one of those rare days where it seemed like the world was trying to make up for all the shit you’ve been through the past week.

even the foot traffic wasn’t as congested today. you got to enjoy the atmosphere of the city as you made your way to the cafe.

you know, like the constant honking cars, the occasional police siren, and the random groups of people handing out flyers that you were sure were a part of a cult.

typical city stuff.

it was a new cafe, one that got traction from social media only very recently. you’ve seen their posts, advertising colorful and beautiful pastries. you couldn’t imagine how much they were, though. from your experience, a lot of city cafes were known for many of their beautiful products, but their taste fell short from its presentation.

maybe that was why there weren’t many small cafes in your hometown. they didn’t value looks, but what it provided. not to mention that many of the residents didn’t see the appeal in overpriced bread or beverages.

you had ordered online before you left. you were trying to be in and out, but especially at this time of the day? yeah, that cafe was going to be packed. you wondered if there would even be space to move inside the store.

removing your phone from your pocket, you opened up your navigation, looking around the buildings and the area to try and spot it. man, that one store looked like the glass walls were about to crack from how many people there were inside.

you glanced back down at your phone map, the small arrow that represented you next to the location of the cafe.

oh.

you grimaced at the line, which flowed outside of the store and stretched out around the corner of the building. at this point, you realized that pre-ordering online pretty much meant nothing. it seemed like everyone else had the same idea. you were seriously thinking about cutting your losses and just going back to the tv studio.

buuuut, you had to get your coffee.

you even made sure to pick the strong shit. you’d heard rumors that on the menu, the vietnamese coffee was the strongest drink.

each drink had about maybe eight shots and a quarter can of condensed milk. if this wasn’t going to wake you up, then it’ll at least give you a wild trip to the bathroom that will.

you walked into the store, muttering out apologies as you squeezed past people who were practically standing shoulder to shoulder. from what you could see inside the store, it had the basic instagram cafe set up: the vine walls, the neon signs, and the fairy lights. everything about it screamed, ‘post and tag us on social media!’

you weaseled your way towards the pick up counter (which also had quite the line behind it), and explained that you had already ordered your drinks online. the poor teenage employee that looked like she was having a worse day than you, forcefully smiled and nodded. she slunked back into the kitchen to fetch your order.

you had quite the hefty amount of drinks you had to carry. would you be able to carry them back to the tv station?

you were strong. hell, you defeated demons on the daily! you could carry sixteen drinks, no problem! light work, right?

the barista came back with four bags, each containing a drink carrier and four drinks. you gulped. perhaps you may have overestimated your abilities a tiny bit.

the biggest problem was how you were going to carry all of them. you wouldn’t be able to carry them all by their bag handles without the hot drinks tilting and spilling inside the bag.

another option was to stack them all up on each other, but the varying sizes would have made it difficult to balance them all.

you were blocking the counter as customers pushed past you to grab their drinks. you could hear them swear at you under their breath as they left the store. your skin pricked with heat and embarrassment as if you were being acupunctured with pure shame.

you at least tried to move your drinks to the corner of the counter so that the other customers could get their drinks freely.

you began to sweat, doing mental calculations in your head to see which method would be the most effective way to hold the drinks and make sure they don’t burst if they fell on the ground.

you were not going to wait in that long ass line, even if your life depended on it.

maybe, just maybe, you could balance one of the bags on your head-

“need a hand, sweetheart?” a voice called from behind. you turned around as your eyes made contact with two pink haired men.

they were around the same height, but that was where the similarities ended. one had more of a deep hot pink tone to his hair, his bangs peeking out of the yellow beanie that he sported. the first and last two buttons of his teal floral-patterned shirt were unbuttoned, teasing the outline of his musculature.

his features were quite sharp, you realized. not just because of the angles and creases that sculpted out his chiseled body, but his facial features too. his nose was slightly hooked and his eyes were upturned, matching his uniquely shaped eyebrows.

the other man next to him was significantly leaner. his shirt was also half unbuttoned, a blue heart necklace displayed in between the yellow fabric. his hair was longer and more of a pastel pink, his bangs framing his head into a heart-shape. the rest of his hair reached his shoulders.

their color palettes could be best described as… rainbow sherbet.

you’ve seen them before, of course. how could you avoid them? the girls were obsessed over taking them down. their song played on every speaker across korea. they appeared on every single variety show you put on the tv as background noise.

but it seemed like they didn’t know you.

you’ve kept most of your manager life a secret. bobby was the head manager and was usually the face of huntrix’s staff. you avoided the cameras when you could, trying to at least keep some privacy in your life.

if the girls found out that you had met the saja boys and didn’t slaughter them on the spot, they would most likely blow a fuse.

they were offering to help you, though.

whispers swirled around the cafe, the customers pointing at both the men.

”isn’t that romance and abby?”

”aren’t they the ones that sung soda pop?”

”who are they talking to?”

if you wanted help, then you were going to need to make a decision now.

”actually, that would be a huge help, thank you.” you said, a little too quickly as you grabbed one of the bags.

before the crowd could fully recognize the two idols, you all left in a hurry.

mostly you. romance kept blowing kisses to his fans and abby kept flexing as you ushered them both out of the cafe.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“i just realized,” you began as you three made your way down the street. “you two never got your drinks.”

”well, we couldn’t just leave a stunning individual such as yourself in distress like that.” romance smiled, flashing all his teeth.

you held back what felt like a cross between a cringe and vomit.

“you aren’t subtle, are you?” you pointed out.

“he was just pointing out what he was thinking.” abby shrugged. “but anyway, what kind of party are you going to to need this many drinks?

“i’m actually on a coffee run.” you explained. “at this point, it’s more of a coffee marathon considering how long i’ve been gone.”

“sweet. so you, like, an intern?”

“i’m a-“ you stopped yourself, hesitating for a moment. it still seemed like the boys hadn’t put two and two together on your identity yet. if you said manager, would that give things away? you were going to a tv station where they most likely knew huntrix was having their interview today.

“i’m an assistant.” short. vague. not a lie. they didn’t press on further.

“you know, we’re supposed to be interviewed here in a few days.” romance mentioned as you three came up to the building. “i’m looking forward to it now if it means seeing you again.”

you shook your head, exasperated by his flirting as abby opened the door for you two.

“oh, there you were!” bobby exclaimed, coming up to you three. “i was starting to get worried!”

he took two of the drink bags as abby and romance handed you the other two.

“thank you two for your help.” you bowed. “i’ll pay for your drinks next time.”

“oh, so there will be a next time?” romance raised an eyebrow, teasing you. you looked away, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

you couldn’t tell if he was getting on your nerves.

“keep behaving like that and we’ll see.” you warned.

“that’s what i like to hear.” romance teased. you followed bobby to the elevator, your footsteps echoing across the lobby.

hopefully, there won't be a next time, you thought. as nice as they were, you didn’t need more trouble in your life. fraternizing with the enemy was just going to make your already stressful, convoluted life even messier.

also the fact you’re huntrix’s manager and they would most definitely find out soon that you were one of their rivals.

you still had some time to worry about that, though.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

hunched over his laptop, jinu typed away furiously as the chime of the door to the apartment rang out.

he looked up briefly from over the computer screen, his eyes meeting the other two pink haired idols amongst each other.

“where have you two been?” jinu snapped, his focus leaving the computer screen and zoning on both abby and romance.

“we went to that one cafe that went viral on insta. i was planning on taking pictures and everything. i’m talking to the point where modeling agencies would see it and i’d be flown out to milan yesterday.” romance gushed in front of jinu, whose glare only grew more intense.

“dude.” abby whispered in a hushed tone as he elbowed romance in the ribs gently for him to get to the point before jinu kicked both of their asses.

“…when we helped this absolute angel struggling to carry their drink order. we carried their drinks to the tv station we’re supposed to be interviewed at in a few days. they said that when they see me again that they promised that they’d buy us another drink.”

abby nodded along. “which is great, cause i didn’t get the chance to try that weird purple butterfly pea drink romance keeps raving about-“

they both stopped at jinu’s wide eyed expression of surprise.

“what did they look like?” jinu asked, his attention fully on the story now.

“oh, you know, devastatingly irresistible.” romance sighed dreamily.

“you fumbled bad, bro.” abby snorted.

jinu raised an eyebrow, tapping his foot very patiently as he waited for an answer to his question.

romance recalled every single detail of your looks, albeit with his own commentary on the side. he didn’t seem to notice how jinu’s expression grew more and more intense as he went on.

“so like i said, devastatingly irresistible.” romance finished.

“jinu? you alright, bud?” abby coaxed, his hand waving in front of jinu’s eyes.

“didn’t you two pay attention at all to what i told you? huntrix had an interview there today, and you had the opportunity to speak to one of their managers! you could have gotten useful information out of them!” jinu covered his face with his hands, debating on whether he should claw out his eyeballs while he was at it.

“ohhhh, that was them?” abby gasped, realization creeping in.

“you never told us how stunning they were.” romance added. “listen, i’m just saying if we ever need to spy on them…”

jinu sighed. he had seen you fight floods of demons the other day, per gwi-ma’s request. peeking his eye out between one of his fingers, he continued. “they’re not a hunter, but they know about demons. they handle tears in the honmoon and hoards of demons by themselves. i don’t think i’ve ever seen them fight with huntrix.”

if he had to theorize, he would think that you were a backup plan for the girls. jinu pondered how you learned how to fight like that. how you had become so strong against demons without being a hunter. you didn’t even have a glowing weapon, just those… swords? knives? blades?

“that’s so hot.” romance whistled as if jinu had just described you naked in bed and not brutally murdering their kind in droves. abby nodded along in agreement with romance, earning them both a scowl.

jinu exhaled in frustration. it was still much too early for him to investigate you further, considering he’s never met you formally before.

it was a tough decision. you were a weak spot in huntrix’s team, but also the most riskiest.

he’s seen the way you wait to kill demons. he’s seen you observe each and every demon you came across, only retaliating when they attacked you first. he’s seen the way you make every single kill quick, never drawing out their suffering.

you were… an anomaly.

and he intended to figure you out.

>ch. 6 here

a/n: FINALLY WE SEE SOME OF THE BOYS NOW! I promise we'll actually develop something with romance, he's just being a flirt rn. also i'm gonna get increasingly busy as I'm going to be leaving on wednesday. luckily, i'm about five chapters away from the ending, so uploading should still be regular.

next chapter should be up on monday!

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[mabyfavywavy]

Regarding your latest chapter. Finally the saja boys are here! I'm sure everything will get more interesting than it already was. I'm starting to see some conflict with the girls and with all the stress they put the reader through I'm sure they're going to argue sooner or later. I think the figure observing us was a saja boy, jinu perhaps? I also believe that fire is important. Idk if it's stupid but I think it represents gwi ma in a way and maybe the person we are talking to is one of the saja boys too, or pheraps a memory of the past. Idk I need more info but the more this story goes on the better it becomes! I have a feeling we are going to have a full interaction with the boys very soon.

Thanks a lot for your service, take care!

Tee hee these are all actually really good predictions! You will be getting a full interaction with some of the boys in the next chapter which is everyone’s been waiting for lmao

A lot of chapters 1-4 was groundwork and foreshadowing so we’ll finally get to the fun stuff next chapter 🤭🤭

IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE WITH YOU GUYS CHAPTERS 5-12!!!

[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 4)

synopsis: you're visited by some friends, both new and old.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: none

>m.list here

>ch. 3 here

PRESENT DAY

it turned out the answer to your question was a lot.

almost overnight, your life had changed significantly. for one, you could now afford an actual apartment unit instead of the basement that you had lived in. there was so much more space, and the addition of not having any more bug problems was a positive.

the girls had offered for you to move into their penthouse apartment, but you had refused. you couldn’t accept something like that from them. it would have been too much.

you could have gotten a whole floor to yourself, though.

but it would have been weird living in the same apartment as your bosses.

managing huntrix was certainly the most tedious job you’ve had. you couldn’t imagine how hard bobby had it when he was the only one managing them before you. you were constantly in and out, creating schedules, booking meetings, managing everything to go smoothly during concerts and interviews and fan meets and-

that’s not even counting your double life. in the day you were huntrix’s manager, all planners and excel sheets and clipboards. at night you patrolled around the city, reporting tears in the honmoon and slaying stray demons that preyed on any unsuspecting people.

you had significantly less free time but honestly, you liked your job. it was fun and exciting to hang out with the girls. you got to visit new places when they went on tour, making memories and experiencing things you thought you would have never experienced.

huntrix’s fame grew exponentially larger in your four years of working with them, the number of fans multiplying every day.

on one hand, the honmoon was stronger than it ever had been before. on the other hand, you barely had any time to yourself left. you’ve practically become a workaholic.

well, it was strong until recently.

rumi had pushed the release date on huntrix’s new single right as the hiatus started. you still mourned the two week vacation you had planned then.

then right before the golden live show, rumi’s voice had given out.

then, a new boy band had come from seemingly nowhere with their coordinated pastel color palettes and exciting catchy tunes about sparkling beverages.

then, it turned out that the boy band was actually a group of demons disguised as an idol group to steal huntrix’s fans and have been actively weakening the honmoon.

since then, all of you have been on damage control. this meant working overtime and coming home late in the dead of night.

much like most nights, tonight you trudged home with your head pounding. you were sure that it was because of being tossed around by demons and totally not because of the stress.

this was a common occurrence, an almost nightly routine.

you exited the convenience store, the glass door closing with a chime. one of your hands held a plastic bag with instant ramen packs and the other held your phone up to your ear.

”yeah, yeah, bobby. i heard.” you confirmed, now holding your phone between your ear and shoulders. you scanned the receipt, confirming that you were charged correctly for your products.

”saja boys? what kind of name is that?” you scrunched your nose before painfully realizing that you had been bruised from the fight that you had earlier at one of the honmoon tears.

a cold breeze tickled your neck. you would have ignored it if you didn’t also feel like you were being stalked. was it another demon?

you snapped your head behind you, your hand snaking behind underneath your jacket to fish out one of your blades. they were attached to your back by a brown leather harness that was covered underneath your clothes. the blades were covered in a sheath so you didn’t have to worry about cutting your back on them when sitting. it didn’t matter anyway. even unsheathed, it was extremely unlikely that it could cut through human flesh.

maybe with enough force it could.

your eyes traveled around, searching every corner and every street lamp. you checked if you could see any tears in the honmoon nearby.

and then you saw him. a tall masculine shadow on the roof.

“hey, uh… are you still there?” bobby’s voice rang from your phone.

“i’ll call you back.” you responded, your eyes narrowing at the figure above. you didn’t follow it. you didn’t take out your knives. you simply observed, waiting for it to make a move like you always did with other demons.

and just as fast as it had come, it disappeared into a puff of smoke.

you took a different route home after, making sure that you were not followed. you had just moved in, you weren't trying to get any unwanted visitors already.

you passed the unpacked still-taped boxes and the unwrapped furniture, stumbling towards your room. you didn’t even lay on the futon and laid on the floor, kicking the plastic convenience store bag that contained your painkillers across the room.

you had moved into your new apartment only a few days ago, and hadn’t had the chance to unpack at all. you hadn’t even put up protection charms or cleansed anything new of yours. all you wanted to do when you got home was sleep.

when you slept, you dreamt.

usually they were nonsensical and you barely remembered any of them when you woke up.

some showed your family, a taunting reminder of what you had before.

on rare occasions, you didn't dream. you had experiences. ever since you were a child, you’ve had these reoccurring experiences.

you would be in a forest, much like the ones you used to roam as a child. you were always sitting on a log, tending to the campfire in front of you. the fire was lively, cracking and snapping at you every once in a while. flecks of blazing ash would levitate upwards towards the star-filled sky.

on the other side was a silhouette, their appearance hidden by the trees. they sat across from you, their posture contrasting your normal hunched over position.

you realized quickly after the first two dreams that you must tend to the fire. as lively as it was, the fire would shrink to a flame, which would die into embers. you would wake up soon after that.

if you kept the fire burning for long enough, you were able to hear a voice. it was usually barely above a whisper, and sounded strangely familiar. they would tell you things that your family had never told you, things about this world and realms beyond earth. they told you the truth to many secrets that people kept from you.

you had labeled them as a spirit guide of some sort. you had felt less confined with them, and it didn’t matter what you said in your dream, right? no one could hear what you would talk about.

you kept your guide secret from your family. to this day, they still didn’t know about them.

you hated listening to them now. hated how everything you did was met with condescension and correction.

you poked the fire with a stick you found on the ground, the brightness and heat of the inferno making your head ache.

”people are going missing again.” the voice softly spoke. you glared, not just because of the fire, but because of how the shadow was very blatantly insulting you. you drew in an inhale, the fire totally becoming much more interesting and totally not because you didn’t really want to listen to the next condescending thing that the voice had to say.

“i don’t… understand. the honmoon was stronger than ever just a few days ago.” you tossed the stick into the fire, watching as it was slowly engulfed in the greedy flames. you rubbed your temples in a smooth circular motion to try and relax your eyebrow muscles. “it just feels like things have been getting worse.”

”perhaps it's the stress between you all. didn’t one of the huntress’s voices give out before the live performance? and not to mention how tired and ragged you’ve seemed to be recently. you’ve been neglecting sleep. they’ve been working you to the bone.” the voice seemed to taunt.

it was true. with all the promotions and the interviews and the preparations for the live performance, you and bobby had work up to your necks.

and it had been canceled.

and who had to deal with the aftermath?

you couldn’t help but feel a little frustration. when you had met the girls, you believed that you had found others like you. you thought that the huntresses' goal would bring balance to both the human world and the spirit world. when you had begun to fight with them, you realized how they really felt about demons.

their viewpoint on them drastically contrasted yours.

then, you met celine and everything started to make a bit more sense.

it wasn’t that you hated her or anything. you also believed that she was a victim of centuries and centuries of tradition.

they were all only taught to hate demons for what they were because it had kept the hunters in the past safe. it had kept countless humans safe.

but things changed. huntrix, up until recently, was the strongest generation of hunters the world had ever seen. they had the ability now to ask questions about demons. they didn’t think once to look more into demons and where they really came from?

you weren’t going to judge. you were once like that too.

so you let them be. sure, you still voiced some of your concerns, but there really wasn’t any moment to. you were often sent alone to examine the new tears in the honmoon and report back to the girls. there wasn’t any need to speak about it. you haven’t even spoken to celine after your first meeting with each other.

even if your views clashed with huntrix’s sometimes, you all had the same goal: to protect humans.

and your goal to find out the source of all demons was no luck.

admittedly at first, you had been using the girls to try and further your real goal, but they’ve begun to grow on you. they were sweet, and they were a friend group where you could talk about your spiritual journey freely with.

”i don’t need to hear this from you.” you turned away from the figure, scowling. “they care about me. i’d fight for days on end if it meant that they’d be comfortable. they’re my friends.” you didn’t want to admit you were tired. there was so much to be done, and you couldn’t rest until things calmed down at least a little bit.

”i only tell you what you need to know.” the figure mused as you walked away from them and the campfire. you stopped in your tracks, the leaves crunching underneath your weight. you refused to turn around, refused to look them in the eye.

even after everything that you have done, all the things they’ve told you, it was ultimately you that had decided what to do with the information they had given you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

you woke up not long after the next morning with your body screaming in pain. it didn’t help that you slept on the floor and not your futon either. you rolled your body to stare at the ceiling of your room, your eyes threatening to close once more.

showering was on the agenda as soon as you were able to get up, of course. you had neglected to even undress yourself from your usual work clothes. you matched with bobby (his idea), wearing the same grey blazer that he donned. your innerwear and lower wear fluctuated depending on how you felt that day.

you had woken up early surprisingly, with enough time to shower, brush your teeth and look put together for the day. you made sure to cover up your injuries and bruises you sustained last night with makeup and bandages. breakfast was almost always neglected as you usually ate at work.

you set the convenience store bag on your counter before opening one of your kitchen drawers. you scanned the contents before your eyes settled onto a half used blister pack of painkillers. popping one of the tablets open, you placed a pill in your hand. throwing your head back as swallowed it, before chasing it down with a cup of water.

today. today, you were finally going to make time to tidy up your apartment.

…who were you kidding?

all the unfinished ikea furniture pieces littered the floor of your living room. you finally had the space and money for a couch and a bigger tv, but what was the point of getting them if you didn’t have time to lounge around and actually watch it?

right now, it just looked like an eyesore.

you glanced at the boxes too. there wasn’t much to pack anyway from your old home, but unpacking and planning where everything went was just so much time that you didn't have right now.

you took your free time before the honmoon was weakened for granted. you took it for granted and now you were begging and sobbing while grabbing it by the ends of its dress as you shouted for it to come back.

you loved your job. you loved your job. you loved your job…

you checked your phone, scrolling on social media to start your day. almost immediately, you were bombarded with videos of people doing the ‘soda pop dance challenge.’

the song came out yesterday.

you continued to scroll and scroll, only to continue being harassed by more saja boys and saja boys adjacent content. there were clips of them performing on the street, clips of them chugging hot sauce on a variety show, clips of huntrix crashing the same variety show.

the girls had blown up the group chat, fuming about the saja boys and how “they weren’t even that good looking, just… just super dreamy and super hot and have you seen the guy with abs?”

and that they were demons that needed to be eradicated off the face of the earth.

well, they didn’t exactly word it like that, but they might as well have.

you checked the time and realized that you might want to start heading out. huntrix had an interview scheduled today at the tv studio for golden. you wondered how that interview would go considering they had ditched their live performance a few days ago.

well, the girls didn’t have PR managers for nothing. you were sure everything would be figured out since yesterday.

this interview was a good chance to raise their popularity, though. maybe people will start talking about huntrix and the interview instead of focusing solely on the saja boys.

maybe.

as long as this would cut your hours fighting demons, you were happy enough.

>ch. 5

a/n: guys I promise the guide is a relevant character😭 also I uploaded this on TUESDAY DON’T PLAY WITH ME ITS PAST MIDNIGHT THEREFORE ITS TUESDAY GRRR

i’m a little over halfway done with writing this story, which is good since i’m going to get a lot busier. i’m studying abroad in Korea for a year, and i’m leaving next week so i’m trying to get things done before then.

next chapter should be out on friday!

also the more I write reader, the more I just visualize nanami kento idk idk idk

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[mabyfavywavy]

Ehyyyy. Just started rereading your first chapter since apparently important stuff was there, and as soon I read the first paragraph I thought about something. They think that everything is alive, literally speaking. They have been taught that everything possess a consciousness enough for hearing since "secrets are not safe anywhere". Even the walls hear. Honestly I think this would somewhat fuck a kid up. Everyone keeps secrets, they are important, and it's not fun knowing that literally anything will know. I would have gone kind of insane myself. I think reader's relatives are all very hyper protective. I don't think that every superstition they taught is real(though I wouldn't exclude all of them being fake. I am sure some of them are real). I especially think that the "everything is alive and can hear your secrets thing" was used as a way to control us. If everything knows my secret then what's the point of not telling my parents kinda thing, which also ties to my theory of them being overprotective. I think reader's wrong action may have been caused by this discomfort, this feeling of never being truly alone. I hope this isn't stupid my brain just went in a 2 am ramble. Now I gotta keep rereading and see if I find other stuff I am so intrigued it's insane.

P.s: also there may be some generational trauma about it? Since everyone seems to have grown up with the same teaching. Idk I hope I didn't just write some bullshit here.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE ANALYZE MY WORK AAAAAAA IF THERE ARE ANY MORE THEORIES ABOUT AS ABOVE SO BELOW, PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME AND I’LL ANSWER THEM THE BEST I CAN (spoiler free of course)

Tee hee so theres’s a double meaning behind the first few lines of the first chapter.

To my knowledge, some shamanistic cultures believe in animism. Animism is the belief that objects, nature, and sometimes even words (although not in this case) have a spiritual essence. But that’s not the only reason of why they drilled this belief in the reader’s mind.

Reader’s relatives were extremely overprotective because of this as well.

Without spoiling too much: there are other things out there that do very much listen.

And they’re watching. Waiting.

[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 3)

synopsis: the occult world was a lot bigger than you realized, but not everyone thought like you.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: mentions of death

>m.list here

>ch. 2 here

you four had agreed to meet a few days later.

how all three of them found any time to spend with you was a mystery. surely they had more important things to do than to talk to a random stranger they met at the metro a few days ago. you could still feel the lingering phantom sense of the pain in your back. you seriously debated taking off of work that week, but money was more important. it was a miracle that you weren't paralyzed, you thought.

honestly, if you had been paralyzed from that attack, you would have still pulled up in a wheelchair the next day. money was tight, after all.

you leaned back on the bench, your left arm hanging over the backrest. staring ahead to appreciate the serene view of the han river and the indigo night sky, you couldn’t help but smile. you really did pick a great place to live.

maybe it was just because you had lived in the countryside your whole life, but you loved the convenience of the city. you could walk everywhere, for one. anything you need is maybe a maximum ten minute walk. entertainment and things to do were endless here as well, and public transportation was so helpful. your home was also in quite a nice spot, which was also the reason why if you ever had a better paying job, you most likely wouldn’t move out. the metro was only a five minute walk, and the station was connected to one of the biggest tourist destinations in seoul.

not that you really visited it often. you never really had time nor the interest. you always liked to stay home. it cost no money to be in and it was away from work and school.

and again, maybe you lived in a cramped basement but the rent was cheap for what it was.

you looked at your phone, wondering when they would arrive. the last text you got from them was a few hours ago, confirming the meet up. maybe you had enough time to buy one of the snacks from the food stands nearby. the oden looked especially warm and comforting from when you passed by earlier.

there was also a convenience store nearby. maybe you could buy more ramen. you’ve been working a lot of late nights, and honestly you were too lazy to make any real proper food when you got home.

“hope you weren’t waiting long!” a familiar voice chirped. you looked up from your phone to see the huntrix girls walk up towards you. they wore clothes that covered their distinct features. mira wore a hat, rumi wore sunglasses, and zoey wore a mask. you smile at them, setting your phone back in your pocket.

”no worries.” you nodded.

”wow. usually han river is packed, but i guess since it’s the nighttime there’s barely any people.” zoey mused. it was true. any time you come to any park next to the han river, you’ve seen swarms of people.

it turned out that you all lived pretty close to each other. they lived a few stations away from you in gangnam.

you all looked out towards the river as the spirit barrier moved in tandem with the waves. it was a healthy cerulean today, with no holes as far as you could see. the only sounds between you all were the sounds of the water, and the occasional whoosh of the train passing by on the bridge.

”so, you never answered our question.” mira spoke up first. you turned to look at her, but her vision was still fixed on the glowing barrier. you fiddled with your hoodie strings as you continued to soak in the atmosphere of the cool, calm night. “how do you know about it all? who are you?”

you realized that this was the first time in a long while that you’ve spoken about your spiritual life. where could you start? what should you tell them? did they know more than you, or was it the other way around?

”i’m not a hunter.” was the answer you settled on after a particularly long pause. it was the obvious answer, but you figured it was best to establish.

you didn’t hunt. it wasn’t your job to slaughter demons. actually, it wasn’t your job to slay or harm any type of spiritual being.

there were things beyond your comprehension out there in all those different realms, in the vast afterlife, and in the universe. of course there were things that you didn’t agree with, like when they steal people’s souls. you kill when humans are in danger. you kill when it’s your life on the line.

but you didn’t believe that anything was innately evil. you just believed that there were things about them that you don’t know and will not understand.

after all, they were once human too.

you knew that there were things out there beyond your own realm and spiritual plane that you will possibly never find the answer to, and yet…

you still wanted to know why. why did they steal souls?

you weren’t able to get many answers in your search. most of the demons that you’ve encountered couldn’t speak, or refused to talk to you.

some of the ones that you were able to converse with…

they were afraid. begged for mercy in their distorted hoarse voice.

but it wasn’t to you.

“i grew up with the spirits around me,” you continued. “they taught me things that i could never learn by myself. my family was well attuned to them, working with them, learning from them. they were practitioners, gifted with the ability to interact with them.”

the three girls turned their attention towards you, quiet and drawn in by your story. you didn’t turn to look at them and only focused on the vast river that you sat in front of.

“our purpose was to be the mediators of the land of the living and the world beyond that. we didn’t hunt demons. we just protected the balance between the two worlds.”

you leaned forwards, your elbows resting on your knees. you’ve never been open about your family. there really was no need when you had lived in the country. everyone knew who your family was and what they believed in. some people respected them. other families shielded their kids from you, worried that you may put them in danger.

once you had moved to the city, there really wasn’t anyone to speak to about these kinds of things. it’s not like you went around flaunting your spiritual heritage. there really was no need. people that you’ve met and the friends that you had chalked you up to be just a bit superstitious.

even if you were able to speak about your family and what they did, there were secrets that could never be revealed. there were things that you’ve witnessed that no one else could see.

it was strangely cathartic to speak about it, you realized.

”so, what do hunters do?” you asked. the girls snapped out of their trance, engrossed in your life story.

“we do a lot of the same things actually, but like our names, we kill demons.” mira answered. zoey nodded along eagerly in agreement. “you seem to be more on the traditional side of it, though.”

”we protect the honmoon. we use our voices to strengthen it so that one day, we’ll be able to seal the demons away forever.” rumi explained. “it’s been our goal for centuries, and we’re the closest we’ve ever been to reaching it.”

you knew these girls were idols, but how long have they been hunting? their whole lifetime? were they able to see spirits from birth? were they taught how to?

”are you born as a hunter?” you questioned them. must have been a difficult childhood, then. “does your familial ties determine it?”

”well, it depends. me and mira were chosen, but rumi’s mom was a hunter!” zoey clarified. “it doesn’t really matter though. almost all the hunters in history were chosen and recruited.”

“what about training?”

”well, we started training when we were all about nineteen? since then, we’ve been strengthening the honmoon with our music.”

it didn’t seem like the girls had any prior knowledge to the spirit realm before they had become demon hunters. you wondered if they were taught to see spirits too, or if they were just taught how to exorcise.

“what is the honmoon?” you asked, dismissing the thought quickly.

”it’s a barrier that keeps the demon world separated from the human world. our job is to repair the tears and strengthen it with our music.”

ah. so that’s what it was called.

“you know, we should work together! we could really use an extra hand on our team!” zoey lit up. you watched mira knit her eyebrows as she took zoey’s words into careful consideration. next to her rumi frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

it was a big decision, not only for you, but for them. could they add another member to their group? what about your current job? would you have to move in with them?

”we can keep you on as a manager. oh, you’ll totally love bobby! he’s a huge sweetheart.” zoey compromised.

“woah, hold on, zoey.” mira stopped before they all turned around to discuss amongst each other. you couldn’t hear their whispers, only fragmented pieces of the conversation.

“we barely know them!”

“we are short staffed…”

“they know our secret already!”

“shouldn’t we talk about this with celine?”

zoey seemed more enthusiastic than the other two had seemed, who seemed a bit more wary. you could see that they thought that having more help would make their job a lot easier. you nervously laughed before standing up from the bench.

”you all seem very sweet, but i did just meet you guys a few days ago.” you began. “it’s not a no, but i’ll have to think about it a little before coming to a conclusion.”

you knew the payment would be much better than what you were getting paid now at your current job, though. the money alone made you nearly join on the spot.

”i agree,” rumi nodded. “we should all think about it before we decide anything today. you can contact us if you change your mind.”

and with that you three disbanded, walking in opposite directions as you all went back home.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

you tossed and turned that night, the voice of the reporter on tv murmuring quietly as you laid on your futon. staring at the stained wallpapered ceiling, you couldn’t sleep. you rolled to your side, the tv light dim as you observed the screen.

2 missing. presumed dead.

you sighed. it was strange now, how in such a big city, things like this were less impactful. when you had lived in your hometown, almost everyone immediately took notice of someone’s absence. they even knew if someone’s dog had gone missing.

you were glad that the girls at least had a proper childhood to enjoy before they became demon hunters. seeing demons wasn’t the most enjoyable experience, and you also believed that when people were ready, they would be able to open their spiritual eyes without being terrified of what they see.

you eyed your phone next to you.

the way they labeled themselves as demon hunters had left a bad taste in your mouth.

did you really want to join them? to become a demon hunter and leave the rest of your practice and values behind?

forget everything that your family has taught you about the two worlds?

but on the other hand you would be able to find out the real truth behind demons. working with huntrix and combining all of your knowledge together would make you all an unstoppable team.

why were they so afraid? who was the entity behind it all? what was their goal?

you were overthinking this. huntrix has good intentions. they saved lives and brought joy to the people.

you were sure that they were most likely just a little misguided in their intentions. you wondered who trained them and taught them to be hunters.

they would have been the ones to teach them their hate.

you narrowed your eyes at the thought. hate is taught. after all, they’ve just know what they’ve been told from stories that were passed down from centuries ago.

well, whatever. it wasn’t a huge deal at the moment. they were just misunderstood.

was being a hunter something one was predetermined to do before birth, you wondered. perhaps fate?

maybe you should have asked them more questions.

maybe… you should ask more questions.

your phone stared at you from your hand, tantalizing you to open the messaging app to text one of them.

you hesitated for a second, your thumb hovering over the black screen.

but wouldn’t this make you selfish? you were teaming up with them for your own personal gain. you didn’t even know if they would be open to your goal.

but on the other hand, you would still help them. you would potentially be saving people’s lives in the process.

yes. no. maybe.

fuck it.

‘i’ve thought about it and i’d be honored to be one of your managers if you three are still open to it!’ your fingers typed quickly on the screen before your thumb hovered over the send button.

is this what you really wanted?

how much was your life gonna change after this?

you pressed the send button, the little yellow bubble appearing in the group chat.

>ch. 4 here

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AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (MASTERLIST)

synopsis: you grew up in a family full of occultists with the knowledge of demons and spirits in the countryside. years later after the disappearances in your hometown, you notice the same thing happening in seoul.

pairing: saja boys x gn!reader

content: shaman/witch!reader, body horror, mentions of death, suggestive content, canon divergence

teaser

ch. 1

ch. 2

ch. 3

ch. 4

ch. 5

ch. 6

ch. 7

ch. 8

ch. 9

ch. 10

ch. 11

ch. 12

… and more to come!

[mabyfavywavy]

when you’re so obsessed with your own fanfic that you’re giggling and kicking the air to chapters that no one has read yet 🤭🤭

ch. 3 will be out by Sunday loveliessss!

[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 2)

synopsis: it turns out that you aren't the only person who can see spirits.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: violence

>m.list here

>ch. 1 here

they were just as well kept and shiny since the day you had left your hometown for seoul.

the blades, twice as big as a standard kitchen knife, fit in your hands perfectly. they were now lighter than when you had first held them as a child. you hadn’t seen them used like this since the day you had left home for seoul a few years ago.

the distance between the spine and the edge started out thin from the handle. they increased in size away from the pommel, and swelled at the tip, curving at the point. tiny silver scratches decorated the belly from the rituals and wars against demons that had occurred long before you were born.

the handle was made from peach wood and wrapped in leather. the leather shone from the patina. years and years of aging made the color a deep dark glossy brown. there were even little indents where the previous wielders’s fingers rested.

despite its appearance and reputation, the blade itself was dull. it didn’t slice anything, but would be able to tear through flesh with enough force.

they were given to you after you had your first encounter with a demon. your family taught you how to move with grace, how to use them as if they were an extension of yourself. generations and generations of family history passed down and finally resting in your tiny palms.

it felt like a holy experience holding them for the first time.

they weren’t used for slaying demons. it wasn’t their original purpose at least. actually, now that you thought about it, you couldn’t exactly remember what it was for. it just seemed to sit on the altar of your home, untouched. maybe that was why it was kept dull.

your family’s probably explained it once. something about redirecting energy, maybe. something to use during rituals, hence their name.

honestly, you were just stoked to be able to hold two mini swords as a kid.

what you did remember was that they were regularly cleansed and considered “blessed” items, which may have been the reason why they could exorcise demonic spirits. even though the metal was blunt, it could still very easily carve through demon flesh as if it were sharp.

you hadn’t packed it when you were leaving your hometown for seoul. you only just came back for it this trip.

metal clashed with claws and teeth. sparks flew when they both collided in a harsh screech. pushed back by the sheer force of the demon’s strength, you realize that perhaps you may be outmatched.

even with your protection and strength charms, you were struggling significantly.

the red one lunged at you once more, a blood curdling scream escaped its lungs. her sharp talons traveled through the air in a lightning fast blur, prepared to tear out your throat.

her claws didn’t even go as far to touch a single hair on your skin before she had been launched backwards through the air from your powerful kick. her back hit the wall, the sound of her body crashing onto the surface created a sickening crack which reverberated throughout the cabin.

you winced for her, before turning towards the rest of the demons in your area. one began to crawl up towards the ceiling, its attention focused solely on you.

you chucked your weapon at the demon closest to you, the dagger somersaulting through the air before it had sliced through its forehead. instantly upon contact, the demon dissipated into purple embers.

the blade didn’t stop there, however.

the leather handle ricocheted off of the pole it had climbed on to, cycling through the air once more before it cleaved through the neck of the one on the ceiling. they bursted into violet sparkles as well, raining down on you. you reached out to catch the thin metal between your fingers before you flung it at your next victim that scurried towards you. they, too, were reduced to nothing but glitter.

before the red demon was able to pick herself back up, you had already begun to sprint your way to them, picking up your weapon that had clattered on the floor after eliminating the other demon.

the train had other plans, though.

you were nearly tossed backwards when the train decided to brake in a fashion that was anything but graceful. your body slammed to the ground, your head and the train beginning to spin.

“this stop is: jamsil. jamsil. the doors are on your-”

you didn’t need to be told which side the doors were gonna open before you kicked your discarded suitcase as hard as you could out the sliding doors. you scrambled to stand back up, but the sudden movement had disoriented your balance. your body was halfway out the door before you had been ambushed.

the demon, taking a page out of your book, took advantage of your temporarily weakened state and leaped on top of you. you managed to push against her, your arm separating your bodies. kicking her over your body, you were finally able to stand up as the train doors closed.

one thing you had noticed about her was that she was impossibly fast. her movements were just blurs, and you could barely parry her attacks.

you realized that she had noticed where you were weak. while your protection charms protected your soul, it did very little to protect your physical form. she could kill you physically first before taking your soul for herself.

she didn’t even move, you swore to god. she teleported faster than your eyes could follow her. the only way you were able to barely keep up with her was to track her glowing irises. they left streaks in your vision, creating a path to which direction she had darted off to. you were too late in noticing her before her leg had contacted your chest.

you now knew how it felt when she had been thrown to the wall. your back had slammed onto one of the ridges of the stairs. your spine was (barely) intact at least, even though you felt like you were now paralyzed from the waist down. honestly, after that collision, you were just about ready to crawl home on your hands and knees if it came down to it. your weapons had escaped your hands a few feet away from you, far from your reach now.

the demon, triumphant, pinned your form down with one leg, before raising her claws once more above her head. you turned away, closing your eyes.

the pressure on your chest was suddenly gone. you opened one eye cautiously. what was left where she was standing was sparkles.

oh, and the tip of a curved moon sword.

you panted as you sat up as best as you could. the leftover adrenaline from the fight still coursed through your veins. you looked up, and you were face to face with one of the familiar faces that you saw on the train’s advertising screens earlier.

mira.

they didn’t call her the ‘visual’ for nothing, you thought.

you two both stared at each other for a good minute, the same expression etched on your faces: shock and realization.

the same question lingered between you two.

‘you can see them too?’

the sharp pain in your spine brought you back to reality, hissing as you attempted to move.

“oh, right. sorry.” she apologized, her gok-do disappearing into thin air. mira held out a hand for you, which you took as you shakily stood up. “do you think you can walk?”

you nodded, wincing as you rubbed your back. there was no doubt already a bruise forming. you were lucky that it was just a bruise.

the two other members of huntrix weren’t far behind mira, stopping when they saw you.

those posters and ads didn’t do them justice. they were even more stunning in real life.

“oh my god!” the girl you knew as zoey shrieked. her eyes were the size of dinner plates, twinkling with stars as she ran up to you. “we saw the whole thing! we were in the train too, a few cabins away!”

you blinked in surprise, not noticing that you were still holding mira’s hand. zoey continued to ramble on, describing in detail how you had taken on the demon so bravely and so effortlessly.

you didn’t know what she was talking about. you got your ass beat.

you smiled awkwardly as zoey continued to sing your praises, eyeing your now slightly battered suitcase and discarded ritual blades on the floor. you nodded every once in a while to signify you were still listening, really just wanting to go home.

if you had met huntrix in different conditions, maybe you’d feel less inclined to want to bolt out of the station and find a hole to crawl into to die of shame.

“oh, right! here i am going on and on about you when i don’t even know your name!” zoey flushed, her cheeks turning a light pink out of embarrassment. you gave her your name before walking around the group to pick up your dropped items.

”you can see them.” it was rumi that had asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “how?”

you patted the dirt off of one of your blades before picking the other one up as well.

”i should be asking you three the same question.” you said. you opened your suitcase, placing your weapons inside before zipping it back up. they watched in silence as you propped your bag up, extending the handle so that it could trail behind you.

“we’re… demon hunters.” mira hesitated before replying. there was no use in lying about anything. you all saw the whole thing. you frowned. hunters?

”like… a shaman?” you raised an eyebrow. it was the closest thing you could think of to a demon hunter. shamans exorcised demons, but it was a very small part of what they did. you would know since you’ve grown up with a few.

”the first demon hunters were shamans, so… in a way?” rumi shrugged. you nodded slowly, still perplexed that an idol group was actually demon hunters in disguise. how do they find time in their busy schedules to slay demons on the side?

”but what about you? where did you learn how to fight like that?” zoey questioned.

you were about to answer her question when your vision veered to mira’s direction. she looked wary of you, her eyebrows furrowing as she seemed to examine you. it made sense she was suspicious, considering you had just shown up out of nowhere and squared up with a demon. she had the right to be cautious. it was likely she had never seen any other person be able to see spirits.

your eyes glanced at one of the tv screens that displayed the times the trains would arrive, reminding you of how late it was.

”i apologize, but i have to be heading home.” you bowed to them, cutting the conversation short. “i would love to chat about this more, but i’m sure you’re all busy. it was very nice meeting you three.” you began to drag your suitcase behind you, walking towards the elevator. you could hear the three of them whispering amongst themselves as you waited in front of the lift.

”wait!” zoey flagged you down. she held up her phone in her hand. “we should totally talk about this more at a later date. can we get your number?”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

you closed the front gate behind you, descending down the concrete steps towards your basement home. inputting the key code, your door opened with a friendly chime.

ah, home sweet home.

you took off your shoe and passed your kitchenette. you opened the door of your room with a bit of difficulty, as the humidity made the wood swell and stick to the frame. you turned on the tv as you took out your blades from your suitcase, making your way to your other room.

the altar wasn’t nearly as fancy as the one at your childhood home, but it was the best you could do with the resources and money you had.

you laid the ritual blades down on a piece of cloth, wrapping them up and placing them in the middle. grabbing a stick of incense, you began to cleanse the blades of its bad energy.

you checked up on your small peach tree next to the door, still healthy and still green as ever. the budding blossoms indicated that fruit would be produced soon.

after you had unpacked fully and taken a shower, you grabbed a handful of ice from your fridge and made a makeshift ice pack with it for your back. the adrenaline had worn off only a short while ago, which meant that it felt as if your spine had shattered into a million tiny fragments.

groaning, you sat in front of the tv. more and more people have begun to go missing, the report said. frustrated, you turned the tv off, your eyes landing on your phone. the last text you got was from zoey, reassuring you that you must have a lot of questions. she had asked you when you were free so that they could all meet up.

there was one question that you wanted to get the answer to, and that was rumi.

whatever, you thought. you feel like you’ve been broken in half like a kit kat, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

you were sure that you’ll get the answer to your questions soon.

>ch. 3 here

a/n: hi guys! the first three chapters are now confirmed to take place four years before the movie.

i have the full fic mostly planned out now. I will say that i’ve foreshadowed a ton of stuff in the first chapter...

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Love the as above kpdh fic

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I was actually so nervous to write and upload this fic ngl, I kept rewriting and rewriting 😭😭

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[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 1)

synopsis: you grew up in a family full of occultists with the knowledge of demons and spirits in the countryside. years later after the disappearances in your hometown, you notice the same thing happening in seoul.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: body horror, mentions of death

>m.list here

translations and a surprise at the end!

the woods were alive.

not just the woods. the mountains, trees, and every single pebble you stepped on getting here. they, too, were alive. watching. whispering.

they knew your name even if you didn’t know theirs. rumors spiraled through each blade of grass. they reached the ears of stalking predators and the fish in the streams. your secrets were not safe anywhere.

even the walls have ears.

not much changed since you left for seoul in your sleepy small hometown. the same mom and pop corner stores that you used to visit after school were still up and running. you remember it well. on especially hot summer days, you and your friends would excitedly hurry over to one, taking your pick of the colorful popsicles waiting for you in the freezer.

you would sit on the stairs discussing school. that math test you bombed. that one project that’s due at the end of the semester. that one teacher you swore had a vendetta against you. you’d sit as the cicadas filled the silence with their acapella hymns.

those were the days.

the sun beat down on you from above, heating your scalp. you sat in the grass, one knee propped up as you twist open a green bottle of soju. the weather made you reminisce about your childhood, the days you would spend in the woods picking butter-yellow honeysuckles to replenish your energy. every new scar, every new bug bite was another story to recount as your auntie would bandage and scold you for wandering in the forest so late.

‘you can’t see them, but they can see you,’ she’d say, wagging her finger in your face as you crossed your arms and pouted.

you never understood her many warnings, nor the rest of your family’s until you were older.

don’t whistle at night.

don’t look in the trees.

if they speak your name, don’t acknowledge it.

silly superstitions like that have always plagued you. even now when you bounce your knee absentmindedly, you can hear the voice of your mother reprimanding you.

‘it shakes away your good fortune,’ she’d warn as she laid a hand on your knee to stop it from shaking.

you wish you had listened sooner.

you poured the liquid into the clear shot glass on the small portable floor table, spilling some on the dark mahogany colored wood. you set it down next to the utensils, a colorful display of side dishes in front of you.

you poured yourself a glass as well, before you took a shot.

you smiled before setting it down.

chuckling, you sat with your legs crossed, preventing you from bouncing your knee again. your movement caused the grass to shift, which was kept uncut and overgrown. honestly, you could barely see your feet.

your family’s headstones stared back at you, overgrown with moss and weathered from the elements.

you can still see them sometimes in your dreams. mostly in your nightmares.

you were raised religious. your lineage consisted of mediums, psychics, and practitioners of the divine. ancient folktales and traditions were gospel in your household, and the way of life in the countryside. even the residents that didn’t believe in your family’s beliefs still took caution to their warnings.

you grew up surrounded by rituals, sigils and incense. art of the old gods decorated the walls of your house, and there were almost always fresh offerings on the altars. you watched as they chanted spells under their breath, watched as they communed with the spirits that resided in your house. some in your family could speak to the dead. others could detach their soul from their body temporarily, freely able to explore the spirit world. you’ve even heard stories of your ancestors letting their bodies be possessed by spirits, a dangerous and rare but powerful ability.

it was something about the wild and untamed energy present. something untouched that the city didn’t have.

you didn’t know how much of your family’s teachings were real, but you soon realized that perhaps there was some truth behind most of their fables.

you remembered that when you were young, you were never permitted to stay outside after dark. people had begun to disappear, most of their bodies never found. the ones that were found had been declared to have passed in their sleep. homes began to grow vacant, and the tiny population of your hometown dwindled more and more.

you noticed it the most at school. gossip spiraled. everyday, there was a new empty desk.

the strange part about it all was that there was no struggle. there was no trace of any of the families that had disappeared. their homes were still vacant and preserved perfectly in time.

your family knew that this was most certainly the work of something spiritual. they armed you with protection charms, random pockets of herbs and talismans just to walk to school.

one day, you stayed out later in the mountains despite your family’s warnings. it was getting dark, and you had figured that if you had at least brought a protection talisman with you, you’d be safe.

it wasn’t even that far from the house. it was just the edge of the clearing.

the trees and the forest had gone eerily silent before you had time to react.

a human-

no.

this thing wasn’t a human.

this… creature had crawled out of the glowing purple tear in the space behind you. unfortunately it had taken notice of you. its form was skinny and malnourished. you could easily count the ribs. its skin was a dark midnight blue, and from what little you could see, its eyes…

oh, you weren’t able to sleep properly the following nights after that.

only the irises had been visible, bright yellow rings in a sea of black.

and the creature smiled.

from ear to ear, it only bared sharp canines.

you couldn't move. couldn’t pick up your feet that seemed to have been made out of lead at that moment. you couldn’t even scream. it began to crawl towards your frozen form, deeming you as easy prey.

‘run,’ you willed your legs. ‘please, run. let me move.’

it opened its mouth, its rows of teeth in full display as you felt your energy draining in waves. you could feel your previous fear being siphoned out of you as you felt what could only be described as heavy fatigue overtaking your body.

it was like you were suffocating. the air in your lungs felt as if it was being sucked out, and your mind was attempting to swim in a riptide current.

you collapsed to the grass, awaiting your death.

your eyes shot back open when you heard shrieking from the demon, a blade flung towards its chest as it began to evaporate into bright purple ashes.

your aunt dislodged the blade that was thrown at the demon out of the grass before checking if you were okay.

you hadn’t noticed it before, but you could see it now. you could see a barrier. it blanketed the sky, the earth, everything. it undulated, reminding you of the slow calm waves of the ocean.

and something had just torn right through it.

she scanned you, studied every inch of your skin. once you were verified to have no injuries, she promptly took you by the ear and yanked you back home.

it had turned out that the talisman that you had brought with you for protection had dropped out of your pocket a few hundred feet back.

you got the scolding of your lifetime that night.

they had explained later on that it was a shield that kept the spirit world and the human world apart. occasionally, demons could tear through the weak spots to escape to the human realm.

ever since then, you began to witness more and more things, things your parents have told you that you didn’t believe in until you had almost died.

you checked the barrier everyday to see if new tears or holes had formed, paranoid that your soul would be taken again. because of this, your family had decided to teach you how to fight against them.

they, however, taught you that you must not hate them for what they do.

why, you asked.

‘we cannot hate them when we ourselves don’t know the reason why they do what they do. there are things out there, in all those different realms, that we may never understand. reasons that we may never know,’ they said.

your family has told you that while they may be demons, they too, once had a soul.

‘no creature, be it spirit or animal, is born innately evil.’

you didn’t understand. the demon that you had met had just tried to suck out your soul. that seemed pretty evil to you.

since then, you were able to see more and more of them. not just demons, but other spirits too. you could hear them stalking you, lingering around you, trying to get your attention.

lighting a stick of incense, you placed it on the burner. the smell of dragon’s blood flooded your senses, the small line of smoke floating upwards and carried on by the passing breeze. even still, after all of the protests, after all of the complaining about how annoying all their superstitions were, you still remember to obey most of them.

you still remember to put the mirror facing away from your bed.

you still never whistle at night, even in the city.

you still never respond to anyone saying your name unless you’re sure that it’s them.

maybe it was because it’s the only thing that you have left of them. the only important things that they, and the ancestors before them, had passed on.

you hummed, rooting through your bag to find a leftover orange that didn’t fit in the fruit bowl on your makeshift table.

you peeled it, digging your fingers into the soft flesh of the orange to pick apart the sectioned pieces. you popped one in your mouth, and set it on your bag.

from the distance, you noticed it.

a lurking form. you stopped chewing, your gaze focused. maybe they didn’t notice you. or maybe they wanted nothing to do with you.

Its head snapped right to where you were sitting, its beady eyes zoning onto you. It began to crawl towards you, before it picked up the pace and lunged.

you were worried that this might happen again.

you rolled your eyes, tilting your head back in frustration.

shit, you were gonna miss your bus.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

the train rocked back and forth as it sped across the tracks. the night can do very little to block out the city’s skyline, the silhouettes of the buildings visible from the wide windows that lined the walls of the train.

you had gotten lucky to be able to take the last train of the night. if you were just a few minutes late then you would have had to cut off an arm and a leg for a taxi ride.

it was quiet, and there was no one else in your cabin. just the occasional sound of wheels screeching to a halt on the tracks.

“이번 역은: 잠실새내. 잠실새내. 내리실 쪽은 오른쪽입니다.” the automated message echoed.

you leaned on the pole next to your seat, one hand still on the handle of your suitcase. the entire trip had drained your battery, and all you wanted to do once you got home was to sleep. no time to shower or unpack or brush your teeth. just collapse face first on your futon. lord knows you can’t afford a bed.

surprisingly, you had missed your little basement dwelling in your part of the detached home. you got two rooms (which were practically closets), a small kitchenette, and a bathroom. honestly, to have all of that for the price you were shelling out was a steal. sure, there was a cricket problem and half the size of a standard apartment in seoul, but it was yours.

and rent’s cheap…er.

you had found it back when you had looked for places to live for college. the landlady was a sweet elderly woman, who you occasionally conversed with when you passed her while going out.

your eyes glazed over and landed on one of the advertisement screens hanging from the ceiling. the hot pink and purple lights had caught your eye. it was for a girl group that you’ve seen rise to fame recently. you thought their music wasn’t half bad. you preferred them over the other girl groups that debuted recently.

they looked about your age. it was refreshing to see a k-pop group that didn’t have underaged children debuting. their skills were also nothing to scoff at. you couldn’t even dream of hitting notes as high as the leaders in some of their songs.

you looked up above their heads at the name of the group: huntr/x.

well, it’s not like you haven’t seen crazier names.

”출입문 닫습니다. 출입문 닫습니다.“

the train shook back to life, slowly accelerating to the next station. you settled on looking back outside of the windows as the view of the city was suddenly blocked by the brick wall of the tunnels.

maybe you should listen to some of huntrix’s songs. you were starting to get a bit tired of the white noise of the train. that and the deafening screeching noise of the vehicle coming to a halt.

and you were, admittedly, influenced by the ad.

you scrolled through their albums and their singles, picking the most popular one. popping in your earbuds, you began to zone out as you continued to stare out the window. the tune was catchy, and the beat was addicting. you couldn’t help but hum along softly to the melody.

as you began to drift off to sleep with your music still playing, you noticed that the lights in the train began to flicker on and off. you blinked your eyes open, slightly confused. sighing, you pulled your luggage to your lap, unzipping it.

you really thought that being back in the city meant that there wasn’t going to be as many spiritual encounters, but of course almost as soon as you stepped back into seoul the world had to fuck you over.

hopefully, this is just a false alarm.

you knew it wasn’t. it never was.

you just hoped that there really was no one else on the train. then, things may be a little easier. you wouldn’t have to worry about collateral or the risk of being seen attacking a seemingly innocent human. pocketing your phone, you waited for another flicker. you gripped your suitcase a little tighter. couldn’t you just go one day without being attacked by a demon?

the lights had shut off, with only the advertisement screens illuminating the cabin.

you felt it. a ripple in the barrier. a tear was nearby.

the presence of a demon.

from the far end of the cabin, you sensed a being. you couldn’t exactly tell what from the darkness of the tunnel the train was in. the tunnel light that the train zoomed by helped you barely make out an unassuming middle aged woman. she was tall, her hair draped over her shoulders in loose, thin waves. her smile was innocent, as if she wanted to ask if she could sit next to you.

of course, you knew better. you could see the glowing purple patterns on her neck. you only stared at her, knowing for a fact that she also hadn’t opened the door behind her.

the train exited the tunnel, letting the moonlight shine.

in the blink of an eye, she had morphed into an inhuman, uncanny valley monstrosity.

its scarlet skin was the first thing that stood out to you. the irises were a bright red, which harshly contrasted its pitch black scleras. it unhinged its jaw, which made the sharp tusks that jutted out of their lips much more visible to you. its tongue lolled out, elongating past their chin and down towards its neck.

its skin was like fabric, too thin and barely draped onto its bones. nearly all of its veins were visible from where you were, sticking out in lightning patterns across their epidermis. its lanky arms swung by its side, their knuckles nearly making contact with the floor.

even to this day, their true forms never failed to form a pit in your stomach.

its shadow grew, slowly lengthening towards your feet.

you frowned as more demons began to crawl out of the purple hole in the floor, all equally as hideous as the first one. their movements were harsh, and they contorted their bodies in jerks. they clawed at the linoleum floor towards you slowly.

they waited. waited for a hint of fear from your body. waited for you to turn on your heels and sprint away. waited so that they could lunge and tear you apart and leave the husk of your corpse limp and bleeding out on the ground.

you could only rub your temples before you set down your luggage on the floor. rising to your feet you sighed, both of the ritual blades that were in your suitcase now in your grip. the old leather of the handles squeaked beneath your palms. the sharp curved edges of the metal caught the moonlight, which reflected back at your foes.

you turned to face them, your eyes meeting theirs.

“다음 역은: 잠실. 잠실. 내리실 쪽은 오른쪽입니다.“

this better be finished before your stop.

>ch. 2 here

a/n: the first three chapters are gonna take place about two years before the events of the movie. i have so much planned for this fic, i’m talking about literally marking up a map of seoul for all the locations that we’re gonna see in this fic lmao. putting my time in korea to good use.

translations: “this stop is: jamsilsaenae. jamsilsaenae the doors are on your right.”

"the doors are now closing. the doors are now closing."

“the next stop is: jamsil. jamsil. the doors are on your right.”

i also got excited and drew the end scene for this chapter. i may draw more scenes from future chapters :3

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[mabyfavywavy]

I wanna say the writing you did was beautifully done and I can't wait for more <3

also do you have any more writing stuff planned just a tad curious

TY TYYYYY IM SO HAPPY ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN A FIC

If you’re talking about AASB, I’m already starting the writing for chapter 4!

I’m also writing future scenes that’ll hopefully have the readers giggling and kicking their feet :3

For other works, I’m not too sure ngl. Again, it’s been years since I’ve written a proper fanfic, and I’m still really rusty so this fic is a good check point from where i left off.

[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (TEASER)

synopsis: you grew up in a family full of occultists with the knowledge of demons and spirits in the countryside. years later after the disappearances in your hometown, you notice the same thing happening in seoul.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: body horror, slight canon divergence

>m.list here

translations are at the end!

it was quiet, and there was no one else in your cabin. just the occasional sound of wheels screeching to a halt on the tracks.

“이번 역은: 잠실새내. 잠실새내. 내리실 쪽은 오른쪽입니다.” the automated message echoed in your cabin.

you leaned on the pole next to your seat, one hand still on the handle of your suitcase. the entire trip had drained your battery, and all you wanted to do once you got home was to sleep. no time to shower or unpack or brush your teeth. just collapse face first on your futon. lord knows you can’t afford a bed.

surprisingly, you had missed your little basement dwelling in your part of the detached home. you got two rooms (which were practically closets), a small kitchenette, and a bathroom. honestly, to have all of that for the price you were shelling out was a steal. sure, there was a cricket problem and was half the size of a standard apartment in seoul, but it was yours.

and rent’s cheap…er.

as you began to drift off to sleep with your music still playing, you noticed that the lights in the train began to flicker on and off. you blinked your eyes open, slightly confused. sighing, you pulled your luggage to your lap, unzipping it.

you really thought that being back in the city meant that there wasn’t going to be as many spiritual encounters, but of course almost as soon as you stepped back into seoul the world had to prove you wrong.

the lights had shut off, with only the advertisement screens illuminating the cabin.

you felt it.

the presence of a demon.

from the far end of the cabin, you sensed a being. you couldn’t exactly tell what from the darkness of the tunnel the train was in. the tunnel light that the train zoomed by helped you barely make out an unassuming middle aged woman. she was tall, her hair draped over her shoulders in loose, thin waves. her smile was innocent, as if she wanted to ask if she could sit next to you.

of course, you knew better. you could see the glowing purple patterns on her neck. That and also the fact that she hadn’t opened the door behind her.

the train exited the tunnel, letting the moonlight shine.

in the blink of an eye, she had morphed into an inhuman, uncanny valley monstrosity.

its scarlet skin was the first thing that stood out to you. the irises were a bright red, which harshly contrasted its pitch black scleras. it unhinged its jaw, which made the sharp tusks that jutted out of their lips much more visible to you. its tongue lolled out, elongating past their chin and down towards its neck.

its skin was like fabric, too thin and barely draped onto its bones. nearly all of its veins were visible from where you were, sticking out in lightning patterns across their epidermis. its lanky arms swung by its side, their knuckles nearly making contact with the floor.

you could only rub your temples before you set down your luggage. rising to your feet you sigh, both of the ritual blades that were in your suitcase were now in your grip. the old leather of the handles squeaked beneath your palms. the sharp curved edges of the metal caught the moonlight, which reflected back at your opponents.

you turned to face them, your eyes meeting theirs.

“다음 역은: 잠실. 잠실. 내리실 쪽은 오른쪽입니다.“

this better be finished before your stop.

> ch. 1 here

a/n: thank you for the support! i frankensteined this teaser from chapter one so i don’t give too much away :3 i also decided to make the demons in this fic look a bit more horrifying as well!

translation: “this stop is: jamsilsaenae. jamsilsaenae. the doors are on your right.”

“the next stop is: jamsil. jamsil. the doors are on your right. “

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[mabyfavywavy]

Since I got almost 400 votes saying yes to my kpdh x reader fic, I’ll have it in the works!

There are currently 11 chapters planned out, but if I had to estimate, it’ll be around 20 chapters. Chapter 1 is currently halfway done!

I did make a slight change to the concept: Reader is still from the countryside and a shaman/witch/supernatural practitioner, but I left the actual country that they are from ambiguous. They’ll just be from the “countryside”.

A teaser for chapter 1 will be out as soon as I’m done with writing it!

I do still need a title for this fic, however. If anyone has any ideas for the title, comment down below! If I like it and want to use it, I’ll reply and credit you in the teaser!

[mabyfavywavy]

I have an idea for a kpdh x reader fic, but I wanted to get a general consensus of what people would like to see for this fic.

This is my first time writing an x reader fic, so I wanted to see if this concept would interest some people.

Concept: Reader is from a line of Korean shamans, and grew up with their family in the Korean countryside. They grew up with the knowledge of demons and spirits.

Years later, they notice that people are slowly going missing in Seoul, and knows that this isn’t just a coincidence.

Would you guys be interested and read a fic like this?