I tried coloring this 3 times and it just isn’t working out for me :-[ anyways here’s Simon and Shepard geeking out over their friends . And yes, Penny made them all friendship bracelets
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I tried coloring this 3 times and it just isn’t working out for me :-[ anyways here’s Simon and Shepard geeking out over their friends . And yes, Penny made them all friendship bracelets
There are Monsters in the Wood
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 125k
Chapter: 16/20
Summary:
Once, Simon Snow was just a boy—plucked from obscurity and given a place among nobles. A future as a knight. A hero. There, he met Baz, an arrogant young prince who, in a rare moment of trust, revealed himself to be something else—something more. Over the years, as political tensions surged, the two forged a bond deeper than duty. One that could ruin them both.
At twenty-five, Simon Snow isn’t a hero. He’s broken. Disillusioned. Angry. And he’s searching for something.
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Wip Wednesday pt.2 you guys get two this week. A little teaser for the next chapter of my ongoing fic
“Last I checked, my personal journal is none of your business,” he sneers.
“Of course it’s my business!" I shout.
He raises an eyebrow again, the insufferable git. How does he do that? Maybe I should practice in a mirror. “Oh? How so, please do enlighten me.”
I climb off the bed and run my hands through my curls. I hate this. I hate fighting with him. “I know you’re plotting something Baz, and I’m going to find out what it is,” I huff. “Once I read your evil agenda, I’ll stop your plans and take you down.”
He snarls, growing more annoyed. “Am I just some cheesy tv villain to you? While I do derive satisfaction from reminding you that the world doesn’t revolve around your axis, don’t you think it’s a little overplayed?”
“Wh-what does that even have to do with this?” I stutter.
“It means, not everything is about you, Snow. I know it's hard to get through your thick skull.”
“This isn’t about me! It’s about your plan, don’t try to tell me you’re not scheming,” I growl. I’m practically ripping at my curls out in frustration.
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There are Monsters in the Wood
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 120k
Chapter: 15/20
Summary:
Once, Simon Snow was just a boy—plucked from obscurity and given a place among nobles. A future as a knight. A hero. There, he met Baz, an arrogant young prince who, in a rare moment of trust, revealed himself to be something else—something more. Over the years, as political tensions surged, the two forged a bond deeper than duty. One that could ruin them both.
At twenty-five, Simon Snow isn’t a hero. He’s broken. Disillusioned. Angry. And he’s searching for something.
New chapter finally posted! Chapter 15, The Descent, is now live on AO3 🤍 Click here to read!
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found some of my old writing before i gave up because i thought it’d never be worth posting. years later im honestly shocked. for an unedited random one shot id say this isn’t bad. so i figured for some catharsis ill post it. call it a wip. i dont know that ill ever write this au or for this ship again but i may rework it into my snowbaz fic
it starts with jisung getting aggravated easier, getting stuck in a cycle of messing up moves repeatedly during dance practice and staring at himself in the mirror, fuming.
he catches his members throwing him concerned glances at him as his eyes sweep the room. his eyes meet minho’s and he can’t bear to see the emotion in them. jisung is strong, he’s resilient, he doesn’t need anyone’s pity.
he huffs and turns away from minho, storming out of the practice room and down the hall. he passes the bathroom and pushes through the door for the staircase. he’ll get more privacy if he hides in one of the less frequented bathrooms on another floor.
he slips into the farthest stall from the door, locking it with shaking hands. he practically collapses onto the toilet throwing his head into his hands with a sigh.
why…why? why can’t he just get the dance down? it wasn’t that difficult and they’d been practicing for a couple weeks already but suddenly jisung is struggling. he bites his lip as he holds back a sob. now of all times he has to have an episode, of course. it could never be on his time, always when he had something more important to be doing.
he muffles another cry, this time with his fist. jisung yanks his legs onto the toilet seat and grips his knees as he hears the door squeak open and then closed again. silence. then, “sungie?”
jisung sighs.
that voice.
that voice, like a life vest stumbled upon whilst drowning in the vast open sea, gasping for air. that voice could bring light to the darkest of days, lost in the hellscape of his mind. that voice would bring him home.
he should’ve known minho would come looking for him, looking to stave off the darkness, darkness jisung let creep back in in his absence. no matter the number of times jisung thinks he’s meant to suffer alone, minho reminds him this battle is not meant for one.
in jisung’s lack of response, minho continues
“babe, i know you’re in here. you’re probably the only one to step foot in this bathroom in a week.”
minho knew him too well, knew his tells and his hiding spots and the way his mind wandered to darker thoughts and jisung just had to escape someplace. minho would follow jisung to the ends of the earth if he had to. if jisung ran, minho would always know where to find him.
jisung fails to hold back a whimper as minhos shoes meet the edge of the stall. in a quieter voice/softer tone, he says “sungie can you let me in?”
jisung reaches for the lock without leaving his fetal position on the toilet, letting the door swing open on its own. refusing to meet minho’s eyes, he glared at the floor sniffling, like it’s the cause and solution to all his qualms.
“sung-ah..”
he glances up.
minhos eyes are full of emotion, the voices in his head tell him it’s pity but he knows better. it’s understanding.
minho lifts his hand to gently caresses jisung’s cheek, wiping his tears, fears, and worries away with one swipe. he relaxes into minhos hold like he does every time.
minho gives jisung a look, hesitating before scooping jisung up into his arms. “let’s go home.” he says, and carries jisung through the company building. they walk home as minho texts the members that they’ll be heading back to the dorm early.
when you're dating the most fuckable person alive or otherwise, there's only one way to cope:
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“I can't stop thinking about him. And Paris was only two hours away.”
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Happy Sunday! I hope everyone is well. The back half of this year is moving so fucking fast, and I'm desperate to slow down a little. I am nearing the end of writing Monsters which feels big, and I've been procrastinating on the next chapter because it's something I want to do as right as possible. And I'm currently battling this overwhelming feeling of insecurity about my ability to do so. But it'll pass. Or it won't and I'll write it anyway.
We do get to linger in the romance for a bit, in the next couple chapters once my break is up. Here's a bit of it.
Baz’s mouth is hungry. It kisses and bites down my throat—skin caught, tugged, sucked—until I can no longer bear waiting. Taking him in hand, I guide him between my legs, my nose grazing the faint stubble on his jaw. My lips settle below his ear. “My worries are for you,” I say as I lower myself onto him, shuddering at the now familiar fullness of it. The ache. The addictive stretch. His fingers dig into my back as he pants into my cheek. “I’m a madman. I think only of you. Don’t ask me not to bring worries to bed when you wear yours so openly—when you let them steal your sleep while I lie beside you.” He huffs, and it turns into a whimper. “It’s my bed.” I shake my head, fully seated on his unsteady hips, Baz pulsing inside me as I rock forward. “Our bed,” I whisper. “Our worry.” Then, even quieter, “Let me love you.”
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Then he kisses me.
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The nuns warned us of sins of the flesh. The heat of another body; the damnation of desire. How we must deny ourselves in all of this, in each other, in every gasping want.
And, God, I have denied much in my life.
Illustration from Chapter 7, The Cost, of There are Monsters in the Wood
People think Baz is all sharp lines and cold logic.
And maybe he is—in a lecture hall, with his sleeves rolled and a room full of stubborn students. He is brilliant. And brutal, sometimes. Intimidating in the perfect, untouchable way he carries himself.
I used to believe that version of him, too. Used to think that was all there was.
Until he let me meet this Baz.
The one in heart-print boxers and a messy bun, knocked out on our pink couch with his head in my lap. His shirt’s half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from the day, and his breathing is soft and steady. This is the Baz who lets me run my fingers through his hair until he melts under my touch.
Who only ever really sleeps like this, like he’s safe, when I’m the one holding him.
And I think, I get to see him like this.
Not the world’s idea of him.
Him.
My Baz.
Complete Fanfic finally here (almost) in time for the Gropefest 2025
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63471769
Can I touch you ?
I'm finally a AO3 member ! Hope you'll like it :)
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Drawing of my Carry On Baz 😉🥰
I'm not done yet but I tried to draw Baz the way I imagine him. What do you think ? :)
After I'm done, maybe I'll try to do Simon next !
Teaser # 2 - Can I touch you, a snowbaz Fanfic
Warning : explicit content
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Don't know if you guys are up for it, but since I'm still waiting for my invite in AO3, I thought I'd give you another teaser of my first snowbaz fanfic.
Can I touch you ? (Teaser #2)
Baz
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And then his hand is there… touching me there…
Crowley…
There’s no point trying to control my fangs anymore.
Simon
My hand is on his cock. I feel the hardness of it, the thickness of it. I like the way Baz is always solid, but this is another kind of solid. A fucking-hot-won’t-be-able-to-get-it-out of-my-head kind of solid.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard myself, it almost hurts.
I brush my fingers on him and feel him shivers. It’s so good.
Baz feels so good. Smells so good. Looks so good.
But I don’t get lost.
Last time we were this close together, he guided me. Like he knew how to keep me grounded with him. He gave me guidelines. He gave me a purpose. Making it good for him is my purpose. My mission. What I want the most. Now, he doesn’t even have to tell me what to do, where to go. I can read him.
Every time is body reacts to me, to my voice, my hands, my fingers, my mouth…there are directions right there. I get it now.
Christ, I love to feel him react to my touch.
As I let my fingers brush smoothly his cock, going up and down along the length of it, Baz reaches for my face with his hand and bring me to his mouth.
He kisses me carefully, almost shyly.
His fangs are down.
I know he can’t help it and that’s because he is turned on to a point they don’t respond to him anymore.
He thinks this is embarrassing and monstrous. I think this is so fucking hot. I can’t believe I’m the one doing it to him. I can’t believe he wants me the way I want him. His fangs are another cue for me.
I squeeze gently my hand down there and Baz moans. He moans on my mouth making me want to squeeze harder. I move my hand up and down instead, keeping my fingers around him.
As I do so, he shifts on his side, his body facing me. I don’t let go of his cock. I don’t want to let go. I want it to be good for him.
I want it to be better.
I want him to stay. To come back. Always.
I want him to come.
Baz
to be continued