DANYUANS DRAFTS

DanYuan Unpublished Draft 1

9/3/2024

In his dying moments, Jing Yuan loses his memory. When he wakes up, he is surrounded by four other people, of whom he knows not their names.

Notes at the beginning: Something that has been eating me away for almost two years now, definitely for at least a year. I have a lot more time to kill, so that's always a good thing when it comes to writing. Let's put it to good use.

A heads up: I chose not to use Archive Warnings. That being said, I am a simp for DanYuans. I'm a Jing Yuan Bowl enjoyer and its time I do something about that.

This is also my attempt at writing. I'll try to make it a one-shot chapter. No promises though.

This Work is a Part of My Series: for my bottom jing yuan enjoyers

Chapter 1 out of /?

Chapter Title

If Death Approaches, What Then?

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Dan Heng pants, a scream stuck lodged in his throat.

He didn't dare breathe, didn't dare think. Before he knew it, he was once again catching the general in his arms, pulling his body -- all too cold, all too limp -- into Dan Heng's own, his rapid heartbeat something that's all too loud and all too much, and as he catches hold the heartbeat of the general's--Jing Yuan's--he realizes all together that even long-life species must face death.

Only, what kind of death awaits them is something that they all must deal with...if not outright endure.

"Jing Yuan," Dan Heng tries, his voice failing him in the last second.

Nothing.

"Jing Yuan," Dan Heng tries again, frowning, his voice more desperate.

Absolutely nothing.

Please, he thinks. Not like this.

But he was too late, and for the first time since forever, Dan Heng thinks, he may know exactly why Dan Feng raised the waters and tore reality apart before.

- after some time -

When Jing Yuan came around, he knew of the ceiling, the cracks on the wall still the same, the paint chipping off at the corner just the way he remembered, but something alarmed him that something wasn't right.

For starters...there was a woman who's lavendar hair and pointed Foxian ears crushing his lungs, and Jing Yuan all together felt too distant, all together too foreign, as if this was never his body to begin with. Who was this woman?

"Jing Yuan," a man with white hair with purple eyes begins slowly, as if he was talking to a cornered animal. "Do you recognize us?"

This man, Jing Yuan thinks to himself, is dangerous. He knows too much of my own facial features to gauge that much?

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