Zhao Yuan Zhou and Zhuo YiChen were once childhood best friends, but their bond was torn apart on a fateful crimson night. Years later, fate brings them back together, but the air is thick with complicated feelings, old wounds, and unspoken truths. -♡ ୨ৎ Fangs Of Fortune ⁞ Zhao Yuan Zhou/Zhu Yan ༝ Zhuo Yi Chen fanfic [cover is designed using Canva templates and images from Pinterest]

"Trying to escape little snake" said the dragon king. "Did you really think I would let you go that easily" Tightening his hand on the robe beside heart little snake narrowed his eyes at the dragon. "You..." He spoke through pain. "What have you done to me?" "I...." dragon speaks with a sweet smile on his face. "I gave you a gift" #fangsoffortune #zhuyan #zhiuyuanzhuo #zhouyichen #lilun Story is 18+ Pictures used here are not mine credits to rightful owners

After being betrayed by humankind multiple times, Zhu Yan, the last living dragon, spends his time barely leaving his dragon valley. One day, Song Yichen, a man with no less secrets than him, interrupts his solitude and reignites a long-extinguished spark of hope. Together, they embark on a journey to restore stolen power, find their true selves and face the unpredictable dynamics of personal relationships. Inspired by Fangs of Fortune, Back from the Brink, My journey to you and Tian Jiarui's birthday photoshoot.

"Zhou Yichen?... The second heir of the Zhou clan?" "Ah, the scary second young master of the Demon hunting Bureau?" "Why does he always put a mask on his face? And to point it out, it's also a ridiculous mask" "Ironically, we serve a family of demon hunters- he's more like the demon instead of the hunter" "Is he wearing a mask because his face is too beautiful? Or maybe he's too ugly" "I heard he's a monster and his face was ugly since child, that's why they had to cover his face" Cross uploaded on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61501039 Main pair: Zhao Yuanzhou/Zhou Yichen

@DefinitelynotYichen : I can't express just how disappointed I am with the majority here. Author, what happened? I thought Zhu Yan will have to go to that place first? I thought our plot will have some major development after that last arc? Why did it suddenly end that way? I'm so frustrated, I thought that this story will be a masterpiece till the end. I was so in love by this series, I was so loyal to the fanbase and the series and this is how you ended it? I hate this novel to the core. It used to be so good but now it feels like a hot garbage pile. Damnit! Fangs of Fortune? More like Fangs of Unfortunate! Overall Rating: -10000000000/10 cross uploaded on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61557529

In the mystical and perilous realm of Dahuang, demon hunter Zhuo Yichen never imagined he'd fall for Li Lun, the enigmatic Tree Demon whose shadows hold both power and secrets. Initially bound by a cruel illusion, their love blossoms amidst battles, betrayal, and half-whispered truths. "It's not the life I imagined," Zhuo admits, clutching the red jade bracelet that binds their hearts. Li Lun's phoenix eyes gleam with a hint of mystery. "But it's the one I'd choose, even if it shatters us." As enemies close in and shadows whisper secrets they dare not speak, their bond becomes their greatest weapon-and their deepest vulnerability.

After Li Lun true form burned by Ever Wood Fire, part of his soul stucked into a Black Locust Tree root. Ironically, the Zhuo family found the tree root and planted it in their courtyard. For nearly a century, Li Lun had lived in the courtyard, watching the Zhuo family come and go. He had seen joy and sorrow, but this-this was different. Zhuo Yichen's grief was so raw, so visceral, that it pierced through even Li Lun's hardened heart. "He's just a young boy," Li Lun thought, his voice trembling within his own mind. "Why must humans endure so much pain?"

"Ying Long..." Bingyi whispered, his voice cracking. "I can't do it." Before Bingyi could act, Ying Long reached out and pulled the blade into his own chest. The sword pierced his heart with a burst of golden light. His body began to dissolve, shimmering like stardust in the mist. "Ying Long!" Bingyi cried, dropping the sword and rushing to catch the collapsing figure. He cradled Ying Long's fading form in his arms, his tears falling onto the glowing remnants of the dragon spirit.

If someone would tell Li Lun that one day, he will wake up from his slumber and be Zhuo Yichen lookalike baby protector, he definitely strangle them to death with his veins. But no, the said baby which is known as Ji Ling, playing with his doll, talking to it like it was alive. Meanwhile, Li Lun had to guard this baby, protecting him from danger. The mighty Great Demon of Dahuang somehow reduce to a bodyguard now. Standing guard like a wooden puppet holding on a sabre.