I wrote this in Naruto for an event and converted it to eunhae so you guys can enjoy it too! Original version here if you're interested. I'll probably end up writing more in this verse but the Naruto one would update first (with possible long time delays bc med lmao)

You’d think he’d be used to how loud it is to be in the city by now. The night market is well and truly in its busiest hour, the air filled with so much noise and smells it’s making him dizzy. His magic has been buzzing beneath his skin since he got here to set up the stall and it’s only getting worse.

Grimacing, Donghae shuffles his Tarot cards and places them on the table in case they’re needed. Most his customers have been coming in for confirmation of their own ideas rather than actually wanting their future seen, but you never know.

Someone steps into the stall, shoving curtains aside impatiently. “Oi!” The burly man glowers at him, negative energy clinging to him like static. “Where’s the toilets?”

This is his most common question.

Given he’s essentially been blackmailed into this job, he doesn’t really care. Boa wants to hold his student’s tutelage as ransom for a laugh? Fine.

“Down the aisle and to the right,” he replies flatly, narrowing his eyes. The man stands tall like he’s looking for a fight so Donghae dispels his glamour for a second, just long enough to flash his rows of sharp teeth. The man pales and with a flash of curtain, disappears.

“Wanker,” Donghae mutters. One of the seven strongest Warlocks in Seoul and he has to deal with kids and drunks when he could be creating new potions at home.

Boa’s a . He loves her for it, but really. If she wasn’t the most skilled Warlock in ice magic, he never would’ve considered this gig.

“Mister!”

Donghae has to peer over the table to see the child clutching fairy floss and grinning at him. “Where’re your parents, kid?” he grunts.

“Mummy said to wait with you while she goes toilet,” the girl says with a trust he definitely didn’t earn. Which means…

He tilts his head and sees it – she has gills. Warlock.

“I’ve become everyone’s ,” he grits his teeth, ignoring her giggle. An idea strikes him and he comes around the table to kneel next to her. “Have you learned fire yet?”

The girl’s eyes widen. “Can I?”

She can’t be older than six. Perfect. “Hold out your hand,” Donghae says, “feel your magic move into your palm. Yes, like that. Now, imagine it rubbing against itself, warming up and getting hotter…”

The girl has it in a few minutes. She won’t burn down a church, but she’ll definitely be causing some mayhem.

“There you are!” A woman comes in and takes the girl’s hand. “Thanks for your help, Donghae! Boa recommended you.” She has the audacity to wink.

Any lingering regret he has over teaching a child to start fires is promptly strangled.

He tidies the rest of the table and hears the curtain move softly. He turns to see Jin watching him with amused eyes. “You seem irritable,” he says offhandedly, a rabbit in his arms.

Donghae eyes the animal, taking in its groomed fur and clear eyes. “You didn’t steal that, did you.”

Jin only smiles. “They’ll try me as a minor. If they catch me.”

Donghae rolls his eyes and takes a seat, but his magic is so restless he ends up pacing.

Jin takes a seat in the back corner, the rabbit and watching him with a small frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Wish I knew,” Donghae growls, fingers itching for his sword. Maybe a good fight would put him at ease.

Jin suddenly perks up, eyes closed as he strains to listen. A moment, and he lets his rabbit ears come out from their glamour. “Shadowhunters,” he notes, and Donghae doublechecks his truth potion is tucked so deep into his pocket they won’t find it without feeling him up.

“Wonder what they’re doing down here,” he murmurs, and then the curtains fly open. Donghae very carefully doesn’t glance at Jin, trusting him to have hidden his ears already. The brunette takes a confident seat at the table and fixes him with a determined glare.

“Hello! My name is Luna and my best friend is fighting with me over a guy. Tell me the outcome! Please,” she adds too soon for it to be an afterthought. Donghae isn’t sure whether she’s rude or just nervous.

“Lend me your hand,” he says, and is surprised to see despite the freshly painted nails the palms are calloused and scarred. He doesn’t sense anything at first put as soon as his magic gives her skin a curious touch, he knows. “Werewolf.”

The girl doesn’t flinch. “Warlock,” she says. “Well, now that we’re acquainted, feel free to go beyond mundane methods.”

Jin gives a quiet snort. Donghae raises an eyebrow and the bemused expression he receives is all he needs to know Jin’s known what this girl is the moment she entered. Drawing his mind back, Donghae closes his eyes and lets his magic blend with Luna’s. He gently knocks against the gates of knowledge, inviting but not demanding an exchange.

Luna is lucky; the gates creak open and Donghae sees – she will become head of her clan when her father dies next year, she will study psychology and work with youth, she will break up with her best friend but come together again before she’s thirty.

Donghae can work with that.

“What was your exact question?”

Luna rolls her eyes like she can’t help it, but Donghae can sense her anxiety. “My best friend. The guy. What’s going to happen?” Their faces flash in his mind. He’s never met them but he knows Krystal has been in love with Luna since they were children, but won’t know it yet. He knows Taemin is gay, but deeply closed off and afraid.

That wasn’t her question. “They won’t get together. She won’t know how you feel unless you tell her,” he says gruffly, assuming Luna isn’t looking for touchy feely handholding.

Luna blinks wide brown eyes, her cheeks flushing lightly. She takes her hand back with a cleared throat and digs into her bag for coins. “Thank you. Have a good night!”

She practically flies out of the tent. Donghae collects the coins and wonders why Boa even runs this tent. Even with an unexpected tip, there’s no way she’d run this without losing money if he wasn’t being paid in a favour.

“Someone else is coming,” Jin says suddenly. Donghae takes a sip from his water bottle and nearly spits it out when a pink-haired Shadowhunter comes in with a sheepish smile.

“Hello! I’m not sure how accurate this is, but – oh, you’re a Warlock! Fantastic, my name is Krystal.” She places her coins on the table near him and takes a seat. “I know this is silly but I was passing by and just thought, why not? I would like to know if you see anything when it comes to me getting into medicine.”

Luna comes in for love advice and said love interest just wants to know her odds for getting into studying a competitive course? Donghae almost feels for the girl.

Regardless, Donghae takes her hand and barely has to whisper his magic to the gate before his mind fills with images – not only will she get into the course she wants, she’ll attempt three different specialties before deciding on general practice for Downworlders. C