ARCANE | CH.11 | NCT DREAM X READER

ARCANE | CH.11 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7 | CH.8 | CH.9 | CH.10

Chapter Song:

Run Boy Run > Woodkid

“Here… Have some water.”

You blindly reached out for the glass that Ten pushed towards you from across the table. Numbly, you watched as your pale fingers wrapped around it, the cold seeping into your skin like painful pinpricks. The hubbub of the coffee shop around you sounded like white noise to your ears, a complete contrast of the deafening silence from the two men sitting in front of you now. Hell, you didn’t even realize that you called them during the mess of everything that has happened in the last two hours, but here you are, staring numbly at nothing in particular as both waited for you to speak. 

“Hey… are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Kun asked carefully after a few more seconds of silence. You flinched despite the gentleness of his voice and raised your eyes to finally meet his.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to talk first, we just wanted to make sure you aren’t in pain or—”

“I think Cypher has my father.”

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: aftermath | ljn

summary | you're sick—it's unavoidable, you can't be healthy all the time. unfortunately, the night before you came down with the fever, you had a massive fight with your boyfriend, who is the only person available to take care of you.

genre | a bit of angst and fluff

wc | 1.3k

a/n: i don't think i've ever had a worse parasocial relationship than my one with jeno <3 peace and love hope u enjoy

SOMETIMES, you seriously think the world is out to get you.

As you lay in bed, curled up into a ball and coughing out a lung every couple of minutes, you wonder if you did something to deserve the past 24 hours of your life. You’d felt just fine yesterday, running every errand under the sun and having a genuinely productive day up until dinner.

Jeno was a good boyfriend, and your relationship was a good one—he never missed an anniversary, you didn’t fight often at all, and you had a good understanding of boundaries between one another. Of course, that didn’t mean you’d never experience a bump in the road, you just wish it hadn’t been so inconveniently timed.

You don’t even remember what you were arguing about at this point, all you know is that it was mostly your fault, and it wasn’t too kind of an argument. It ended with Jeno storming out of your apartment and disappeared into the city, leaving you to cry your eyes out for the rest of the night. Then, you woke up this morning with a high fever and weak lungs, and—with no one else to turn to—you sent Jeno a pathetic text about your current state of being.

Despite all your misgivings, the mean words you threw and the general lack of reasoning behind your actions the night before, Jeno showed up about 15 minutes after your initial text with a bag of various medicines and the biggest bottled water you’d ever seen in your life.

Right now, he was sitting in bed next to you, using your TV to play some random game with Jaemin and Renjun. You hadn’t outright talked to him for most of the day, but you’d laid right next to him for hours, and he got you every single thing you needed.

When it was time to eat, he made you soup and insisted that you ate it. He made sure you were drinking water. He kept tissues next to you at all times, and wet towels for you to place on your forehead. He took your temperature every few hours. He cleaned up your kitchen and bent at your will whenever you needed him to.

Even though you were so, so terrible to him the day before.

Quietly, you pushed yourself up from your curled position, sitting on the edge of the bed for a sec.

“Need something?” Jeno asked, a hint of concern seeping through the flat tone he’d been trying to keep up all day. You just shook your head, slowly standing up and trying not to pass out from the sudden wave of dizziness that hit you.

“Restroom,” you croaked back, cringing at the pain in the back of your throat. Your steps were slow and uncoordinated, to the point where Jeno kept his eyes on you for the entire time you approached the doorway. Faintly, you could hear Renjun yelling at him to play the game, and Jaemin giggling about it at the same time.

Once you made it out into the hall, you just about burst into tears. This was seriously the worst day you’d ever lived in your life—your head hurt, hell, your whole body hurt, you couldn’t go five minutes without coughing up a storm, you felt nauseous and dizzy and overwhelmed by the sickness your body was fighting. On top of that, your boyfriend was practically ignoring you, even if he was tending to your every need.

You took your final steps into the bathroom, flicking on the light and quietly closing the door behind you. Now feeling too weak to keep standing, you slid down the wall adjacent to the sink, shoving your face into your hands. You allowed the tears to flow, crying over how you felt, how awful the last day had been, and how guilty you felt towards your beloved boyfriend. All you wanted was a hug and reassurance that you’d be better soon, but all you got was cold stares and detached care, all of which was your fault.

If you had the energy, the voice to apologize, you would’ve ages ago, but with the knives in your throat, you could barely utter more than one word at once.

A sob escaped your throat, the pain ricocheting down your neck, and it only made you cry harder. You wanted to disappear yourself and never come back out if it meant you could just stop feeling like this.

Of course, Jeno knew you better than anyone else. He could always tell when something was wrong, and he always knew when to leave you alone or when to offer his help. Three knocks resounded on the bathroom door, rhythmic and slow, informing you of Jeno’s presence.

“Can I come in?” he asked, finally losing the monotony he’d carried throughout the day. Unsure of what you wanted at that moment, you just knocked on the door back, mimicking him. He took that as a yes, opening the door just a crack and slipping through it.

Wallowing in your self-pity, you brought your knees up to your chest and kept your eyes trained on the floor. You’d rather die than look at him right now.

Jeno sat down on the floor across from you with his back pressed up against the cabinets under your sink. For a moment, both of you sat there in silence, waiting for one or the other to fill the quiet void.

“Why are you crying?”

If you’d been in better spirits, the easy response would’ve been “why do you think?” but the thought of angering him more made you feel even sicker than before.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to croak out, trying to suppress the oncoming wave of tears you felt bunching at your eyes. If you cried any harder, you would’ve coughed a bit more than your lungs out.

Jeno let out a quiet scoff, making your stomach drop to the floor. This was the part where he broke up with you, or something, telling you to get a friend to come to take care of you. He’d take all of his stuff out of your apartment, from his extra gaming laptop to all of his workout stuff, and leave without a trace, leaving you on the bathroom floor.

“Come here,” he muttered, gently grabbing your wrist and tugging at your arm, waiting for you to comply. You didn't budge, but he just kept tugging, quietly nagging for you to listen. Slowly, you gave in to his request, pushing yourself across the floor and moving to sit next to him. “Not what I meant.”

With a quick pull, Jeno had you sitting up against him, arms draped around your waist and his head on top of yours. “I’m not mad right now. You don’t need more stress.”

There were a few more beats of silence, and, when Jeno confirmed to himself that you weren’t going to talk, he continued. “We were mean to each other last night. You weren’t the only offender—I started the whole thing. If anyone should apologize, it’s me. Especially for how I’ve treated you since this morning. I’m sorry.”

“You took care of me, though.”

“It doesn’t matter what I did, I wasn’t nice about it. Okay? Now everything is settled, and it’s all back to normal, and you can stop feeling worse than you need to.” Jeno leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck, squeezing your waist in the process. “We can watch a movie or something. And, when you feel better, we can talk about things if you want. But for now, rest up, and let me take care of you more."

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❀ ₊˚ THE VENUS TRAP! na jaemin & lee jeno

❛ we are captive of what we desire ── of what we love. ❜

HATE ME, AND BREAK ME── drive me mad, haunt me! but do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. you’re the reason for my torment, and yet the calm beneath my rage..

… in which! kity kim have two passions; messing with heart’s affairs and pretty shoes that fit her toes. when the new louboutins heels definitely too expensive for the girl brings her on a silver platter two cold-hearted assholes with untouchable hearts, she call that a god’s deal or the devil’s playtime. after all, what’s worst than being involved with two rich brats with bleached hairs and high priced cars? (she got her answer a while later; falling for them).

genre  ▸ polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, suggestive contents, one-sided ennemis to lovers, rich kids!au.

pairing  ▸ lee jeno x fem!oc x na jaemin.

warnings  ( and note! ) ▸ angst, mention of mature topics, alcohol and drugs use, slow burn, violence, suggestives themes, family issues, rich kids!au, college!au, characters development, polyamory relationship. it means the relationship isn’t only between oc and the boys, but between the boys too. i will not condone any weird comments, if it isn’t for you just don’t read <3 this isn’t as heavy and dark as i make it seems, far away from it— i will just mention a lot of problems (such as alcohol & drug and mature themes) but this is pretty vanilla (with its bunch of kind of heavy angst ♡). i also mean the characters development ; my characters, represented by idols, are flawed <3 may i add, as you can see, i’m not fond of making a x reader fic with yn where i find more comfortable for myself to write my own ocs :( i still hope u will like it tho! i will ask you to not mind typos and errors, as english isn’t my native language, i tend to make a lot of them. and be patient with me ( please ) and more importantly, enjoy <3

extended summary  ▸ Kity Kim was probably the best, and the worst person existing on campus. With an eccentric, weird yet endearing personality, she was the warmth presence of the angel on your right shoulder, and the mischievous whispers of the demon on your left. She was know for looking like a earth fairy accompanied by the crooked smile of a pretty seductive witch ready to eat you alive. People know to be wary of her, and adore her in the same time. Big doll eyes and tongue sharp, loud enchanting laughter and fangs out, it was impossible to hate the social butterfly as much as it was impossible to fully trust her.

Well know for being the campus’s cupid, she was the one who knew everything in everyone’s hearts ; their dirty secrets to their most adorable crushes. And if she didn’t cared that much about the dirt they hides under their shoes, she was very curious about what ──or more like who── made students dreams at night.(After all, if people were more focused on hiding their secrets and their fears from her; they will never find her own, right?). It was a fun thing to do, playing with love and heart shaped arrows. That feeling, as deep and complicated it could be, always be so sure. 

Love was life, and people lived out and for love and the pain it caused. Watching people smile, saccharine sweet and disgustingly syrupy kisses to the hateful words and the diamonds tears on the cheeks always been something Kity found interest in. Play with it instead of being played by. Wasn’t it so fun?

But God’s not fool, neither is the goddess Aphrodite. And playing with something you can’t control always end up in tragedy ── ask Roméo, ask Achilles, ask Apollo, ask Jaemin and Jeno. 

Love make people go crazy, changes people, make them become the worst reflections in their mirror. Love control hearts and its carmin strings, and Love cannot be controlled ── too bad that Kity Kim neither can be.

And as much as Kity hated people she couldn’t perceive, if the Gods wanted to punish her into sending her way two more than complicated boys, she wasn’t gonna back off the challenge. (She was a coward. She screamed more than she could count on her fingers when something not even scary happened in the corner of her room, or running the other way around when problems a little big enough make appearance in her life. She was a coward, but not when it was about her games).

Be aware,

The devils look like an angel with Louboutin heels — and she is as deadly as the two shadows kneeling at her feet.

table of contents.

              ❛   𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆  . ❜

playlist.

chapter zero. a series of swan songs ; characters aesthetic. 

chapter one. champagne flavoured mouths (coming soon) 

chapter two. it starts with blood (coming soon) 

chapter three. of thief and smoke (coming soon) 

chapter four… . | to be continued.

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love, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐫.

stay with me | lee jeno

PAIRING: lee jeno x gn!reader

SUMMARY: in which you drunkenly call your best friend

GENRE: fluff, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS: none, it’s literally just fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

a/n: a little cringy tbh, but hope you enjoy!!

“I’ve decided. My surgery is tomorrow.”

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[7:40 am] “Hi angel!” Jaemin sang when you answered his face call. His bright smile filled the whole screen, while you kept yours off, as you didn’t look your most beautiful right now.

He called while you were getting ready; in your bathrobe, curlers in your hair, concealer on your face and still a little sleep in your eyes.

“Hey, why are you calling now? Isn’t it like night where you are?” You asked, continuing to get ready.

“I wanted so see you before I sleep! Turn on your camera angel!” He whined.

“Well, give me about ten minutes, and I’ll be ready,” you said, trying to blend the concealer: “I look a little funny now.”

“Angel, you’re beautiful no matter what! Now let me see that gorgeous face of yours!” He assured, getting all close to the screen.

With a sigh and slumped shoulders you turned on your camera, trying your best to smile for him. The moment he saw you, he cooed and sent an flying kiss.

“Are you making fun of me now?” You scoffed and continued getting ready, now that he’s already seen you.

“What? No! I would never make fun of my beautiful angel! Now let me just enjoy you while I fall asleep.” He smiled and stared at you with eyes full of love.

“You’re crazy Na Jaemin.” You laughed.

“Crazy about you.”

ARCANE : INIZIO | CH.2 | NCT DREAM X READER

Inizio (n) : an Italian word for the beginning or start of something.

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Summary: When human deviants granted with the abilities of the legendary Arcana cards find themselves racing against devious forces, they are left to make a choice that might change the fate of the world itself: be the victims of the game, or become the masters of it themselves.

But will this war end with a crowned hero?

Or will it just create another mad villain?

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Note: This is the second book of Arcane. The happenings in this story is a prequel to the first installment which you can check in my Masterlist. Since the lore is highly dependent on the first book, I highly suggest you check it out first—otherwise, new readers might have a hard time understanding what is happening here. Expect lots of time jumps and flashbacks throughout the chapters.

Pairings: Dream 00’ Line + Mark x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: romance, violence, torture, trauma, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI. Please do not repost. I only publish my works in Tumblr.

© neonacity, 2022

IMPORTANT NOTE [PLEASE READ]: Since this is prequel, a lot of the scenes have happened in the past, before the happenings of Arcane. To make it easierfor everyone to navigate, I’m putting this symbol [&] before the start of every part that happens in the present time, post Arcane. 

Previously > CH. 1 |

“Chenle! Pass the ball!”

“Come on, that kick sucks!”

You watched with a small smile as seven boys ran in the open field, their voices and laughter filling the air. The spring wind slightly ruffled your hair and the sundress you were wearing, a yellow number given to you as a gift by the same people you are watching now for your twenty-first birthday. You remained seated on the mat the eight of you have lugged around to the clearing behind Rosewood today, surrounded by the half-eaten picnic set-up they have arranged as a surprise. The day was perfect, and you were content silently watching the rest just run around now after Haechan decided to distract everyone with a game of soccer.

“Yah! You’re cheating!”

“I’m not! Maybe if you block the ball well then you’d have a fighting chance!”

“What are you talking about? There is literally no goal post and you’re just kicking everywhere!”

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