Lijie Stories

What is love? Is it devotion? Or simply the inability to let go? Li Jie never expected an international residency program in Hangzhou to become anything more than another step toward the life he wanted. Instead, he finds himself caught between an old folklore performance about forbidden love and a boy who seems to appear everywhere he goes. A boy who watches him too closely. A boy who smiles like sunshine. And somehow, without meaning to, Li Jie keeps getting pulled back toward him.

Zhuo YiChen hides behind perfect smiles, burying his true self where no one can see. Li Lun sees through the mask, relishing every moment he gets to tear it down. They despise each other; One for revealing what's concealed, The other for concealing what's real. Yet as their conflict intensifies, so does something else ~ an undeniable connection that begins to shift their hate into something entirely new. ୨ৎ Fangs Of Fortune ⁞ Li Lun ༝ Zhuo Yi Chen modern fanfic [cover is designed using Canva templates and images from Pinterest]

In a city smothered by shadows, where hunters whisper of cursed blood and vampires gather beneath blood moons, one name begins to echo- Gong Yuanzhi. His blood carries an anomaly that neither side can explain, a force that lures hunters to claim him and drives vampires to silence him forever. Yet it is not his blood alone that unsettles the night; it is his very presence, a quiet ripple in the dark that bends fate around him. For Yuanzhi, stepping into the Eterna Group is stepping into a dream. The glass towers rise like cathedrals against the sky, their shadows long and heavy, their halls filled with whispers of power and legacy. But within that brilliance move two figures he cannot name-Li Jie, silent and commanding as if carved from night itself, and Zhao Yuanzhou, whose presence falls like rain upon parched earth. A curse is whispered, never spoken aloud: ancient, binding, and red as spilled wine. Each step forward binds Yuanzhi tighter to it, until dream and nightmare are no longer easily told apart. Here he must decide whether he is prey, weapon, or the thread that could unravel the war itself.

Two nations once sealed a bond through blood and marriage. Now, generations later, their heirs must face the consequences. Liè Yàn, the fireborn prince with a power too wild to control, is chained by a seal he never asked for. Xuān Ruì Líng, heir to the Water Nation-who sealed that power beneath the veil of betrayal. "The official records speak of betrayal." Xuān Ruì Líng-no longer a boy, not yet a man, silver-eyed and silent with inherited frost-drove a blade of corrupted ice through King Liè Huáng and Queen Mei Zhāo. Not in battle. In peace. They say Liè Yàn, their only son, was found crumpled among the ruins, his veins burned black, his spirit core fractured- Sealed by Líng's own hand. And before judgment could fall, Líng vanished. His silence was taken as admission.. --- "The truth was swift. The nations split overnight." Yùhé Hall, the last hope of unity, burned to ash. Red lotus petals drifted through snow- Not as bloom, But as burial shroud. The river that once divided fire and frost ran red for a week. "But scrolls are written by those who survive- Not by those who bleed." Some said Líng was a curse sent to test the Fire Crown. Others whispered he serve Wei Mo. But all agreed on one thing- He was the beginning of the end. --- Carved into the broken stone archway that once crowned the pavilion gates, now scorched and crumbling with time, remains a single line: "Blood remembers warmth. But ice-ice never bleeds."

Beneath a snow-covered mountain stands a tree - quiet, ancient, and marked with red. That is where Ji Ling meets him. A man who smiles too easily, speaks too confidently, and looks at him like this moment has already happened. They travel. They stay. They live. And somewhere between laughter and silence, something begins to take root. But some things do not start where they seem to. And some meetings- are not the first.

I fell into a river. Mid-scene. Mid-line. Mid-emotional breakdown-fictional, mind you. And suddenly, I'm in a hospital, unconscious, and the whole internet thinks I tried to off myself because of a secret breakup. With a co-star. Who I'm not dating. And who absolutely didn't deserve the hate storm blowing up her socials. Seriously? All I wanted was to feel the drama for my new script. Not become the drama. But now I'm the trending tragedy. She's the villain. My company's sweating. And I can't even move a finger to clear it up. So yeah. If I ever wake up, someone's going to get the real story. Spoiler: It starts with a sword fight, ends with a splash, and has nothing to do with heartbreak. *Ji Ling | Li Jie *Li Lun | Zhuo Yichen *Long Shen | Yuan Wu Di "Dreamer's Note:" This story explores a little too much about what happens behind the curated smiles- the pressure of the spotlight, the weight of public perception, the echo chamber of toxic fans, and the unspoken bruises the entertainment world leaves behind. I haven't lived that world, but I've seen enough of the internet to know what it does to people. If that's something you're sensitive to, please read with care. There's love here-eventually. Maybe quietly. Maybe when it's least expected. It's humour oriented. Still. But no hard feelings if this isn't the story for you. (And no, this isn't an apology. Just a polite heads-up, before the fiction begins.)

Just Ji Ling trying to figure himself out, but somehow, Li Jie ends up finding him instead. No heavy angst here-just a sunshine boy and a stubborn guy in denial. But Ji Ling shines way too bright for Lijie to stay in the dark forever. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ hello! im back with another not-so-short one-shot, haha. just a heads up, there will be explicit sexual content towards the end (yep, they ehem 👀). if that's not your thing, feel free to skip! otherwise, enjoy the read! oh, and make sure to read Memory of Letters to get more context on Ji Ling's upbringing-though the main pair is Yichen and Lilun. I'M WARNING YOU-prepare a LOT of tissues!