#(he can't talk about it with dan heng for obvious reasons. i think he will eventually though... nameless yingxing works through his issues)

[iseethatimicy]

Dragon Tails

Notes: NOT PROOFREAD may have some mistakes! Slightly OOC for Dan Feng's part (we know so little of him aside from HCQ stuff huhuhu), Dan Feng is no longer the high elder but was isekaid into the present timeline just for this fanfic <3. Reader Insert is the Trailblazer (one braincell per sometimes /j). Established relationship and talks about biting onto their tails (in a gentle playful way!!! no harm was done to the beautiful lizards) Pairing: (Separate) Dan Heng x gn! reader insert, Dan Feng x gn! reader insert Prompt: Fluff (crack if you squint)

Thinking about playing with dan heng/dan feng's tails.

....

Dan Heng's dragon tail or rather, a cloud hymn illusion of his actual tail, is clear and slender just like his horns. But that never deters you from dragging your fingers against his large scales and stroking the... hair? along the top. It moves gracefully like jelly, spikes up like a cat's tail, and wags whenever Dan Heng was feeling content.

There were once instances of you, uh.. chomping onto his tail? Dan Heng doesn't seem pleased whenever you clamp your lips onto the thicker portion of his tail like its gelatin.

"You know it's just an illusion right?" Dan Heng attempts to persuade you onto latching off of his tail. I mean, technically he can't feel anything on his tail, but he would rather not have to drag you around the archives…

But there is something you notice while trying to get a mouthful of his jelly-like tail. His draconic skin is rough on small portions around the base and his scales were dry and sticking upwards. You were familiar with his past which was the obvious reason as to why his tail–illusion became like this, but it was absolutely unacceptable! 

“Mmgh.. [Name], stop.”

Your eyes widen and you perk your eyebrows at the sound of his whimper. Was it.. Sensitive?

Looking up, you expected to see a cute flustered Cold Dragon Young… and was instead met with his deadpan stare looking right back at you.

The tip of Dan Heng’s draconic tail seems to gently smack itself against the iridescent flooring of the Archive and you reluctantly let go of him. His eyebrow lifts as he looks down at you, “Hey, didn’t the Conductor ask you to clean the floors of the Express days ago?”

Oh. no. Maybe now's the time to do the long overdue part of your weekly assigned chores.. ;d

...

Dan Feng's tail was larger and longer. His scales were smaller and were a deep teal hue. They were rough to the touch, a reflection on the thousand of battles he fought as the powerful Imbibitor Lunae.

But has the hardened scales and countless faded scars ever stopped you from chomping onto his tail? Nope!

"[NAME]. Get off." Dan Feng’s stern voice echoes in the empty party car, trying to shove you off of his tail while your lower body dangles against the ground. As much as he adored your every being, He wasn’t really fond of being distracted when doing his hobbies, which was most prevalent when He was doing Xianzhou calligraphy. You, or your mouth rather, held onto the squishy smoother part of his tail, which was shown to be a bit sensitive for the almighty former High Elder Dan Feng.

“mmMMHG-” Your protests were muffled before suddenly, Dan Feng gently grabbed onto the back collar of your shirt and not-so-gently pulled you off of his tail.

Dan Feng drags you up and places you beside him on the couch with ease, before turning his teal gaze back to the circular table where his four treasures of study[1] laid on top. 

“Good aeons. the strength this man has..” you think, staring at the beautiful lizard dragon man beside you with awe, then the way his hand gripped the brush to make an elegant design. All strokes were precise.

Flick. Something big sits comfortably in your lap and you look down to see.. His dragon tail.

While the previous High Elder was focused on his current activity, his tail must’ve had a mind of its own and started wagging onto your lap affectionately. Your [color] irises flick to the carefully concentrated movements of his wrist then to his tail.

A bright idea suddenly pops up in your head, and a cheeky smile makes its way to your face. You gently lay your hand onto his tail and you witness an ever so faint shiver to course up his spine.

When his hand makes a sharp stroke upwards, you run your fingers down across the sensitive fur at the top of his tail. 

But when he lands a gentle and careful stroke downwards, your hand ruffles the dark teal fur. You can tell Dan Feng was aware of this little game you were playing, and he was certainly doing well in keeping his composure.

Your cheeky smile becomes wider and now you start dragging your finger across the small hard scales. You remember how he first appeared on the express a long long while ago, manifesting from who knows where.

And upon seeing Dan Heng’s true vidyadhara form, Dan Feng lectured him on his choice of attire, “Ugh, you youngsters these days, doing all kinds of stuff while having scales as large as yours!“ Somewhere in the Databank entries, you once read that the size of a Vidyadhara’s dragon scales reflect their age. But it was still funny looking back.

Pressing on one of his more sensitive draconic scales, you heard him hitch his breath and then followed by a gasp. You glance at Dan Feng’s face, which was one of horror, and then to his paper… A fancy Xianzhou script character, or what was now left of it after Dan Feng accidentally messed up his final stroke.

“Oh. whoops…?”

Dan Feng turns his head with a smile so menacing, his teal gaze boring into the deepest darkest parts of your soul. His dragon tail lunges up from your lap and smacks you on the back of your head as payback for messing up his concentrated work, earning a small cry from you.

Heh. Looks like you have to visit his (technically Dan Heng’s) passenger room later... to give him thousands of kisses as apology.

[1] - Refers to the brush, ink, paper and ink stone used in Chinese calligraphy.

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[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis : A singer on the brink of quitting finds unexpected support from a fan, leading her to reevaluate her future and rediscover her passion for music.

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You can do it. One last time and then it's over forever. You will have finished what you promised yourself to realise.

It was what Robin was telling herself when she was immersed in the preparations of her next concert, her last concert.

Her fans didn't know it yet but Robin was planning on stopping her carrier as a singer. Since the day her brother left, she felt like her voice was sounding more and more off tone. She always admired her brother with all her being, she couldn't bring herself to keep doing what she'd always dreamed of while his brother saw his dreams and wings destroyed.

The night that followed the first day of the preparations for the big Penacony's festival only ended up being another restless night for Robin. She spent the whole night having panic attacks that she wasn't able to keep under control whenever she thought about going back on stage to satisfy her fans' needs. She was terrified. Her brother wasn't here anymore, he was gone. He was the only one who cared about Robin, people only cared about the image that Robin gave them everytime she went up on stage, hidden behind a fake smile she took years to elaborate.

-

It was finally time. Robin has been waiting anxiously for this day to come, the day she would end up her carrier forever.

She didn't know that it was also the day that March 7th has been impatiently waiting for. She has already met her idole many times during her journey at Penacony but it was the first time she was attending one of her concerts.

March couldn't handle the patience and felt like the queue was endless. That was so unfair. Why did she have to wait that long to see her friend ? Besides, she was one of the first people to arrive.

Time went by so slowly and she hadn't eaten anything for hours. Fatigue began to set in.

-

March 7th opened her eyes in an unfamiliar space. She heard a masculine voice coming from behind her.

- "You're awake."

"Sorry but we had to bring you backstage after you passed out. The public had already settled into the stadium. It means that you'll be at the back."

"Let me guide you to the entrance."

It was a man. He was kind of tall and marked by experience in life. It was obvious that he was a bodyguard.

He looked at March with an unreadable expression. He just seemed a bit bored.

- "I passed out ?"

"Oh ... huh ... I think I'll pass by the toilets before going in..."

"I need some fresh air and water."

March walked away from the man without saying anything more.

She was usually more energetic and joyful but she couldn't hide her sadness.

All of this waiting to end up being at the back ? All of that because I didn't listen to Dan Heng when he told me to eat more. I'm sure he'll tease me about it when I'll tell him.

-

Robin was preparing herself mentally on the balcony near the backstage. She started to panic.

I'm so stupid. I should have stopped a long time ago. I can't do it. I'm gonna fall and embarrass myself. They'll have a real reason to hate me. What should I do ? I'm completely lost. Sunday, why did you choose to follow this path while being fully aware that you'll lose ?

Thoughts started to get the better of her. Robin couldn't hold herself together, her breathe was getting heavier. She knew she was having another panic attack. A familiar voice coming from the window that leads to the balcony broke the flow of her negative thoughts.

- "Robin ? What are you doing out there..."

"Wait! Robin!!"

March ran to Robin, all excited.

"It's been ages!! I'm sorry, I planned on being right in front of the stage so you could see me but I passed out... well that's not the topic!! I'm so happy to see you again!"

March couldn't keep her excitment under control and started to yap about how they should see each other more.

She suddenly stopped talking. She had a curious expression on her face. She thought that Robin's smile looked weird.

- "Hum... I'm sorry Robin, I got carried away. You might be really busy with your concert. It's gonna be amazing, you're gonna be amazing!"

"Even if you make a mistake, no one will hear it because I'll scream your name so loudly that you'll feel like there's only us in the stadium."

March chuckled at her own words, feeling a bit silly for saying such a cheesy thing.

Robin sighed softly before allowing the corner of her lips to curl upward into a polite smile.

- "I really appreciate what you're telling me March but I'll be fine."

"I know I'll make it."

"You should hurry up and get into the stadium before they close the doors."

Robin's mouth and tongue were on autopilot mode. She knew that if she started to think about what to say, she'll just break down. She can't allow that in front of her fan. She just can't let herself explode like this.

- "Oh..."

"Hum... yeah."

"Yeah, you're right, I should be going by now! Sorry again for the bother. We'll see each other later!!"

March started to walk away from Robin, trying to find her way to the entrance. She sticked out her tongue while waving.

But she's not just a fan.

Robin grabbed March's wrist before she could go any further away from her.

- "Hum..."

"Well... in fact

"... maybe you could..."

Robin's voice broke mid-sentence and she looked away before letting go of March's wrist.

"No... nevermind."

She smiled again. It wasn't a genuine smile but she wasn't in the mood to try and make it look sincere.

- "Say Robin..."

"You're planning on stopping, don't you ?"

"I watched the live videos of your last concerts and I can see that you're not having fun at all on stage. It's like you're not yourself at all. The fan in me tells me to go settle in the stadium. But the friend in me screams to not leave you struggling alone. You can talk to me, you know that, right ?"

March tried to not be too flustered when she was talking but, with Robin that close to her, it was just impossible.

She never thought about it before but Robin's skin seemed clearer from close by, her eyelashes were really long and her hair smelled sweeter than she imagined it.

- "..."

Robin didn't know what to say.

She was struggling with her own emotions.

"I have to go."

"One last time."

"Then, I'll have accomplished my dream."

- "Wasn't your dream to sing all of your life ?"

Robin's eyes widen when hearing March's remark.

"You think you'll feel less guilty about your brother's departure if you stop singing ?"

March frowned.

"It's just the consequences of his own choices."

"He caused too many trouble at Penacony and now he's taking the responsibility of it."

"The only thing he'll never give up on is the love he has for you. Do you really think he'd want to see you like this??"

"Do you think he'd want you to stop doing what you like because of guilt ??"

"It's not because you lost your spark that you can't find it back! Why are you giving up so easily, that's not fair!"

- "No..."

"That's not..."

"That's not true. I'm doing that for myself."

Robin couldn't look at March in the eyes, she was overwhelmed by everything.

"Do you believe I like to sing ?"

Even Robin didn't know the answer to that question. She wasn't waiting for any comeback from her fan.

- "You saved his life with your songs."

"You always had the brightest smile when you sang."

"I've never seen anyone as happy as you when you were on stage."

"You knew how to show people what following the right path meant."

She paused for a moment.

"Do you actually think that stopping will make you happier ?"

"Even if you fail, even if you can't sing anymore, even if your vocal cords refuse to vibrate, you'll always have people behind you. I'll always be by your side to admire the smile you have on your face when you're performing. You just can't give up now. There's so much more you can do."

-

Robin was about to place her first step on the stage. Her discussion with March got cut short by a staff member because it was time to join the stage.

Robin apprehended her last concert.

She was so nervous, knowing she had to put that goddamn feet on the stage again.

But when her left foot reached the stage she understood that she wasn't scared to sing for her fans, she was nervous to sing for March.

Her mouth opened and, for the first time in months, her voice sounded true and her smile was sincere.

Whenever she closed her eyes she could hear March screaming and cheering her up from the back of the stadium.

She knew she wasn't only a fan.

Robin hit a wrong note when she thought about the proximity she had with March earlier.

Her heart skipped a beat and she looked at the crowd completely panicked.

No one noticed.

They were all singing and having fun, not caring at all about her making a mistake.

Her eyes lit up.

She was enjoying her time on the stage.

For once in a while she thought :

I don't wanna stop doing that.

She could see her brother's face in her mind, he seemed proud.

Her spark was back.

She didn't find it back though.

It was a new kind of spark and, strangely,

that spark was pink.

[descendinginto-madness]

you're safe now.

word count: 878

content warnings: mentions & descriptions of injury

summary: the aftermath of a mission gone... not so right.

author's notes: taking a small break from ocs. just for a little through don't get used to it 😋 alsoooo obv i can't control how peope interpret my work but just keep in mind i didn't write this with a romantic ship in mind 🫶

contains mild spoilers for dan heng's lore

“You should be more careful,” Dan Heng says, sitting next to Stelle on the edge of her bed with a first aid kit. She rolls her eyes, and he lets out a heavy sigh. “You know I'm right.”

“I'm always careful,” she replies, almost annoyed, and he raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything to that. Instead he simply moves a bit closer. Stelle has already taken off her hoodie, making it easier for him to access a fairly big cut on her arm; it's unfortunately not the only injury she came back with from the mission, but the most serious one - from what Dan Heng could see - and it makes him a bit relieved that there's nothing more serious or harder to treat. 

“Show me,” he asks, and she pulls away the now bloodied piece of cloth she was pressing against the wound. The Vidyadhara takes a moment to look at the cut, before he proceeds to clean it; he doesn't hesitate with his movements, but he's also gentle, careful not to cause Stelle more pain. 

He finishes cleaning the excess blood and bits of dirt that got into the cut, and turns away for a moment to grab the disinfectant.

“It might sting a little,” he warns, but when the only reaction he gets from Stelle is a nod, he realizes that something is not quite right.

There's no snarky or slightly unhinged remark, just silence; she has been awfully quiet for the past few minutes, and if that wasn't enough Dan Heng also notices her face looks pale, and his eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah?” She looks back at him, seemingly slightly surprised by the question.

“Not feeling faint or anything like that? You look pale.” He doesn't let it show in his voice, but there's concern starting to grow inside him. What if her injuries are worse than what he initially thought? What if there is some more serious wound that she has been hiding from him up until now? Or what if the Stellaron decided to sabotage her body again and she’s feeling sick? 

He goes on to disinfect the wound carefully, trying to make it seem like everything's fine. It's better not to freak Stelle out… Or give her a reason to tease him again.

She does neither of that, though.

“Do I?” she just asks, and then shakes her head. “No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it.”

There's a “but”, he can sense it, but it doesn't seem like she's going to continue, and Dan Heng isn't sure how to make her talk. It's painfully obvious to him that there is something weighing on her mind, but he doesn't know how to approach it. He sighs quietly; sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes the Vidyadhara powers included mind reading - that way, maybe he could make some use of them.

As he reaches for the bandages, though, he suddenly realizes something.

He remembers how he found Stelle - in a dead end, backed into a wall, bloodied and dirty and clearly exhausted, trying to ward off three monsters at once. He remembers the look on her face; it was determination, but also fear, and it turned into relief only after she finally spotted him.

When he begins wrapping the bandage around her arm he asks yet another question, but this time his voice is softer.

“Still thinking about what happened?” 

He has to wait a few seconds for a response; once again, it's a nod.

“Yeah,” she admits, her voice similarly quiet. She's silent for a bit more, as if she was thinking about whether she really should say anything more. “...Sorry,” she finally adds. “You're right. I should be more careful, if I was then—”

“Stelle,” he interrupts her. She looks up at him, and their eyes meet. “Do you think I'm angry at you?”

“Maybe?” she laughs, but he notices her eyes are a bit more glossy than usual. 

“Then you should know that I'm not,” he says. He finishes bandaging her arm and gently takes her hands to examine them; thankfully, there seem to be no injuries there. “I might get annoyed, but I'm not actually angry, okay?” he asks.

“But… I don't know,” she says. “It’s just… It was scary? I don't know.” Her eyes wander back down, to the ground, and the look on Dan Heng's face softens. “If you didn't show up…”

“I know,” he replies. It's… Oddly painful to see Stelle like this, so unlike herself. This entire thing seems to have affected her more than he initially thought, and it makes him feel guilty for not noticing it sooner. At the same time, he feels odd being the one to comfort her right now - March is definitely way better at this than him - but… He supposes that this one time, he won't mind. But that obviously means he can't leave her with only two words, so he speaks again. 

“I can imagine this was quite scary, but it's done now, right?” he adds. “You're here, and you're safe, and that's the most important thing.”

She's quiet for a moment, but, eventually, she nods.

“...Right,” she says, and he's glad to see than when she smiles this time, it doesn't look forced anymore.