#wtFOCK Fic

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Fic Updated!

Robbe and Sander’s final year at conservatory, and a skamverse cameo.

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A Sobbe story by Beulaugh | Explicit | 5/12

Fic Summary:

Rival French Horn players, Robbe and Sander, meet when they are in high school and immediately dislike one another; however, at a summer music camp they learn that they don’t have to like one another to take advantage of the spark that ignites whenever they’re alone. Cue a years-long clandestine, secret…something. Can they call themselves fuck buddies if they’re not actually friends?

How do these two rival musicians weather their non-relationship as their lives interweave and change, as they make choices that take them far from one another? Is it only convenient, or is it something more?

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Chapter I • Chapter II

Written for the Skam Big Bang 2024

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Chapter 11, complete with @eirabach's GORGEOUS Robbe piece, is up now on Ao3!

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Read from the beginning here.

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[ayellowcurtain]

They always knew they wanted to buy a place for them to live.

It was never an easy task, but they both needed a secure place that nobody could take and break apart. Maybe it’s the broken family syndrome from one and the desperate need for as much security as possible from the other mixed together.

Their apartment is far from perfect, but it is more than enough at the same time. It wasn’t the newest and was far from a dream location, but the whole process of renovating, cleaning, and painting felt so grounding that Sander couldn’t think of ever moving from here.

He’s feeling off this morning, but he managed to make some things to get himself in a better mood.

He nailed their coffee this morning and didn’t forget it until it was room temperature and disgusting. It’s hot, perfect, warming his hands wrapped around his favorite mug, drinking slowly.

Their wood floor feels nice against his bare feet. They sanded everything, and now it feels soft and grounding, still with what seems to be old paint stains here and there, but that’s what makes Sander love it. The thought that, at some point, someone who loved art lived here.

And he’s naked, standing in his living room, staring at a bunch of pictures he took from Robbe over the past few years since they met. There are a few of the two of them together too, and one silly one Robbe took of him after a very special night spent at their hotel. Sander smiles, aware there’s a photo taken a second before the one he’s looking at.

He saw Robbe with his camera and teased him, not covering anything. He remembers Robbe's soft laugh, looking up from behind the camera, and asking Sander to put his hand in front of him. Then Robbe went behind the camera and took the second picture. He’s sure Robbe keeps the other one somewhere safe, where only he can sneak a look from time to time.

Sander made sure to put that photo as high as possible on the wall gallery, in a corner nobody would find. He never had enough space for this many pictures to be exposed, so he’s happy to spend the first few hours of the morning creating this masterpiece after postponing for some time since they moved.

In the back of his head, there are memories from last night: the stranger at the bar, acting like they were all friends after a five-minute conversation. Robbe was tipsy, being a little too handsy and not giving two cares about people seeing it, and that was enough for the dumb stranger to think he should comment about how Robbe seemed so in love and Sander so cold.

Even after too many drinks, Robbe came back from his trip with the comment, his alerts going off, knowing Sander was about to be rude right back.

“I promise you, there’s not a thing about this one that’s cold.” He tried to be nice and polite, as always.

All their friends were also loud, in disbelief, saying how much that stupid human was wrong. But Robbe cut the conversation short, grabbing their beers and passing them to their friends to go hang out somewhere else at the bar.

Sander felt stupid for letting that be the final trigger he needed to stop procrastinating on hanging all these frames.

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His head is so heavy, it’s tempting to roll to his other side and fall back asleep. That would be sooo nice, but the bed is cold and empty. His headache would appreciate the coldness, but he can’t force himself to sleep alone.

So Robbe slips to a sitting position, finding his underwear right on his feet on the floor. He puts it back on, running his fingers through his hair to push it out of his eyes. When he opens their bedroom door, the coffee smell is so tempting it makes his stomach growl.

As he turns around the door to look for Sander, he finds him a couple of steps forward, watching their tall living room wall that’s not empty anymore. Robbe smiles because every morning is a repeated realization that this naked, painfully good-looking, messy hair with a mug in his hands is his boyfriend. This is his life. If he tried to dream about a perfect reality, it wouldn’t come close to what this is.

“Always a good morning when I find you naked around the house.” Robbe sounds as sleepy as he feels, melting against Sander’s back as soon as he’s close enough, closing his eyes for just one second. Sander’s smell is also better than the coffee smell.

He feels when his boyfriend snorts.

“Did I wake you?”

“Not even a worldwide invasion would have made me wake up this morning.” He forces himself to adjust his posture to look over Sander’s shoulder, wrapping both arms around Sander’s waist, and resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

He looks at all the horrible pictures of mostly him on their wall. Sander thinks he is so beautiful it made his self-esteem improve since they met, but it’s still too many pictures of him. They’re all from good memories, at least.

“We finally have your wall.”

Sander nods his head, finishing his coffee.

“That's a good idea. If we ever move anywhere. There will always be a Robbe wall.”

Robbe loves the way his name sounds when Sander says it. Maybe that’s his thing from now on. Record the love of all his life saying his name in every possible situation and play it over and over again.

“If you say so…”

“I do”

“Okay.” Robbe kisses his neck, taking a deep breath against his skin.

“Maybe that’ll make me warmer.”

Robbe snorts just like Sander does constantly, letting go of him to grab his empty mug to refill it for himself.

“If you warm up just a little bit, you’ll burn this house down. You’re like a heather. That's why I like sleeping better when I’m all wrapped around you like a snake, trying to steal your painfully good warmth. And sexiness.” Robbe winks at Sander when he looks at him over his shoulder with his eyebrows raised and a lazy smile on his lips.

[annadriesen2121]

A Safe Place In All Universes

Chapter 2_20:21

Available on Ao3_Written by @Viola_Player1 and Anna_Driesen2121

Robbe & Sander extract: Sander starts looking with his mind's eye and the first image that appears to him is Classroom 21 at the Academy. …I am home!... He always takes refuge there, to find peace, tranquility, or to empower his creativity.

Isak & Even extract: He approaches Isak, and leans his shoulder against the tree, right beside Isak their gazes turned toward the screen in the distance. They stand saying nothing, at first, until Isak whispers, “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your evening.”

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ZOË LOOCKX in DINSDAG, 21:54

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Happy 21:21 to chapter 2 of my fic "I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things..."

Image credit: https://www.deviantart.com/evilrune

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My fic for the SKAM Big Bang 2023 is finally here!! The prologue and chapter one are now posted. I’ll be posting every Tuesday until September 19! 💖🐘🐘💖 @skambigbang

A huge thank you to my wonderful betas @ch-ri-s-1122 and Claire, and I can’t wait for you to see the amazing artwork @moments-au-crayon22 has in store for you. Get ready to be blown away!

Thank you to @alterlove2021 for editing my photo of the Antwerp Zoo elephants Sam and Assam into beautiful cover art. 💖

Read on Ao3

[zoennes]

Zoenne Fic ❥ Pour Toujours

[prevalent-masters]

The old Sander Driesen could not imagine war. He could not imagine death. He could not imagine this fight lasting longer than a few months, even as the Germans overwhelmed them, even as he loaded a gun with inexperienced, fumbling hands, even as he shot it over and over again, even as he watched men die around him and his city go up in flames. He could not imagine what would come as he walked through rain and mud with the remains of his division west to the IJzer. He could not imagine what would come even after that first true battle, sunk down in trenches for two weeks straight, peppered by machine gun fire and shrapnel, awake for days at a time and walking over, sitting on, tripping over, shitting on corpses–even then. Even then. The mind cannot wrap itself around such horrors. Sometimes, instead, it simply breaks apart.

AT LAST! I'm so excited to share the first two chapters of my Skam Big Bang fic, We Can Make No Anthem. It's a wtFOCK World War I AU and has been consuming my life for the past seven months. I hope you all enjoy it!

Thanks to @skambigbang for organizing, @jackfrostsander for answering all my questions, @wtfotteli for being the most amazing beta to ever beta, and @eirabach for the incredible artwork, including the title page you see here.

[infiniteiram]

alternate universe - dark academia

lucas is an aspiring musician who just received an internship to study under the well-renowned dr. elio stoffels. leaving utrecht is all he ever wanted but he feels quite adamant to see antwerp as a possible new home. music and studying, he tells himself, is all he is bound to do in the new city.

until he meets the beautiful lips turned up in a smirk and a cigarette dangling between them.

fanfic link: i hear a symphony by apolloswords

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