#wtfockfic

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New fic….

Please be gentle 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39474285#main

[sincerelyravens]

Get to Know the Original Character (1/?): Celeste Maes

Full Name: Celeste Ann Maes

Birthday: Unknown

House: Ravenclaw

Blood Status: Muggleborn

More Character Info Under The Cut!

The only child to a Muggle couple with long-forgotten magical heritage, Celeste remained unaware of her abilities until Headmistress Contessa Lestrange knocked on her parents’ door. There were a few instances of magic before, as with all children, but they had been written off as forgetfulness or simply seeing things. Her parents were thrilled at the prospect of Celeste being a witch and did everything to ease the move. 

Overall, Celeste belonged in the Ravenclaw house above all else. Her love of art was only one aspect of the Hat’s choice. She had a profound love of learning new things—eagerly scooping up every ounce of new information that she could achieve. History was, to her admission, one of her favorites. She had been the first student in her year to discover how to safely charm her own hair and, since then, it had been charmed a shade of blue. However, she loved learning new things to a fault; sometimes, she would shove aside her current assignments in favor of a new spell or a new book, leading her to struggle in some classes. 

In her first year, Celeste Maes stumbled upon Gill De Schepper in a train car and they became fast friends, both being sorted into the Ravenclaw house among their arrival. Later the following summer, Celeste would also meet and become friends with Amelie De Smet, Gill’s best friend besides her, who was a year behind them. When Amelie came to Hogwarts, Celeste grew close to Amelie’s friends in her own year and they all wore matching pendants. After Amelie’s accident, while Senne and his family pushed them away, the girls had only become closer. Once a year, around Amelie’s birthday, her four closest friends would meet together and have dinner with just them. 

On their first day of Potions with the Slytherins in year one, Celeste was paired up with Sander Driesen... and the two quickly bonded over their hatred of the (at the time) Potions professor and their mutual love of art. As a result, the two of them had become virtually inseparable and quite close. They would always help with the Quidditch Kick-Off Party, designing the flyers with other artists from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Celeste thought that Sander was the closest that she would have to a sibling—and Sander felt the same. 

While Sander had his own studio, an abandoned classroom in some forgotten hallway, Celeste’s favorite spot in Hogwarts was the Astronomy Tower. Being able to be out in the air and see the stars was one of her favorite pass times, especially on nights when she could not sleep. And, it was the subject of many of her drawings. On rainy nights, she would find herself a high enough classroom in one of the towers and sketch the rain falling on the lake.

As a child born in the Muggle Age of Technology, Celeste has more knowledge of technology and the internet than most of her pureblood peers. However, she has to be careful about what she says to her Muggle friends from primary school and back how. They have no knowledge of magic and, due to magical laws, they cannot know. This aspect weighs on Celeste heavily, especially as she has one Muggle friend that she’s still “somewhat” close to. 

[azozzoni]

Any fluffy sobbe fic?

“Hey, cutie.”

Robbe looked up at Sander’s voice, blinking as he found Sander leaning against a tree not five feet away. Stopping in the flow of students, Robbe was buffeted for a minute as they passed by, still staring at Sander.

Sander didn’t move, that knowing smirk he sometimes had lingering at the corner of his mouth as Robbe approached him.

“What are you doing here?” Robbe asked, glancing around, but no one was paying them any attention.

“You came to my school once.”

“To beg for your forgiveness,” Robbe pointed out. Sander had never showed up at his school in the time they’d been together, and Robbe wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“Well, that’s not why I’m here.” Sander stepped forward, not reaching for Robbe, not yet, letting Robbe move in first, kiss him first, out in the open with people milling past.

It wasn’t scary anymore, not with Sander’s hand clasped in his, warm against his palm.

“So why are you here?” Robbe asked, and Sander paused.

“I heard there were cute guys here.”

“Not sure who told you that,” Robbe said with a grin, tugging Sander away from the tree, out of view of the front door. He was sure Jens and the boys couldn’t be far behind, but he wanted Sander to himself for a minute. Sander didn’t resist, grinning as Robbe pulled him past the cluster of trees and benches to a more secluded spot.

“What are we going to do way over here?” Sander asked, a cocky smile at his lips, and Robbe wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

Reaching up, he got his hands on Sander’s neck, pulling him in to his lips, a slow, sultry kiss that warmed Robbe to the tips of his toes.

Sander stumbled into him, hands coming up to Robbe’s waist, anchoring in his puffy coat. Sander wasn’t nearly as cool as he pretended to be, and Robbe loved that about him. All the Bowie music and leather jackets couldn’t cover up the fact that Sander was a huge dork who bleached his hair in the middle of the night on a whim or went around painting gigantic art pieces of Robbe’s face in public places.

“So where are those cute guys I was promised?” Sander asked, mumbled the words against Robbe’s lips. Robbe almost shoved him away, but thought better of it—he had no intention of letting Sander go when he was so warm against him in the chilly winter breeze.

“I think someone lied to you,” he said instead, smiling when Sander pushed a piece of hair from his eyes.

“No,” Sander said after a minute, tilting his head to the side, gazing fondly at Robbe. It made Robbe’s stomach flip over, giddy. “I found one.”

“Just one?” Robbe asked as Sander’s arms tightened around him, dragging him closer. His heart skipped a beat as Sander nodded, nose cold against Robbe’s.

“Just one.”

This time it was Sander who kissed away his smile, and Robbe thought he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ohgayimhoney]

AFTER DINSDAG 10:11

Robbe tried to open the door to his room very quietly, just in case Sander was still asleep. He went in and closed the door behind him and saw that Sander was still laying on his bed peacefully. Robbe put his backpack to the ground and just took a moment to take it all in. The love of his life was laying on his bed looking so beautiful and at peace and that was all Robbe ever wanted for him. Robbe’s eyes were wandering through Sander’s whole body and he noticed that Sander had put on one of Robbe’s grey hoodies. Seeing that made Robbe’s heart flutter for a moment.

Robbe takes a few steps towards the bed and goes to lie beside Sander, carefully trying not to make any sounds, but the bed squeaks when Robbe is positioning himself to lie next to Sander in a way that they are lying face to face. Sander opens his eyes slowly and when he sees Robbe, the corners of his mouth lift up and he smiles a little while before saying ”You came back”. Robbe loves to see his smile, it’s one of the most beautiful things in the world for him but it makes him sad that Sander still thinks Robbe wouldn’t come back for him. ”And I always will" he says and smiles before gently rubbing his nose against Sander’s. Sander moves his body closer to Robbe and he puts his head against his chest, while Robbe goes to lay on his back. They lay in silence for a while, Robbe caressing Sander’s hair, playing with one strand of his hair between his fingers. Robbe likes these quiet moments between them, because the silence is so comfortable and they can still communicate without even saying a word. It’s not quite like anything he’s ever experienced with anyone else before.

Robbe still has many questions he wants to ask Sander about everything they’ve been through but he knows that now is not the time for that. And they are not in any rush either, as they have finally decided to be together - for real this time. Robbe listens to Sander’s steady breathing and smiles because he is finally happy and content with his life. He has finally found his person and he is so glad for that.

Sander breaks the silence first asking Robbe ”How did your exam go?” And for a moment Robbe is a bit taken aback because it’s not something he thought Sander would ask and he almost already forgot the whole exam. Robbe mutters something before answering ”Fine, I guess.” Sander lifts his head so that they are looking into each other’s eyes and lifts his eyebrow while asking ”You guess?” Robbe thinks for a moment why that sentence made Sander react like that and he realizes that Sander must be feeling like it’s all his fault if Robbe doesn’t do well on his exams because he still feels guilty for everything. ”Yeah no, I’m sure it went fine. Don’t worry about it” he rushes to say while smiling to Sander and looking into his eyes, trying to reassure him that it really is fine. ”Okay” Sander just says and rests his head back on Robbe’s chest. Robbe can tell there’s something else on Sander’s mind but he doesn’t want to press it if he doesn’t want to talk about it, so he just asks ”Did I wake you up when I came back?” ”No, I was already half awake” Sander answers. ”Okay” Robbe says softly and continues caressing Sander’s hair.

”How are you feeling?” Robbe asks quietly after they’ve been silent again for a moment. Sander is quiet for a while but then Robbe can see from his face that he is thinking of something to say ”Fine, I guess” Sander says and smirks. Robbe’s heart flutters from that little smirk and he doesn’t know how to answer so he just lays there and watches his boyfriend being his own smug self he is while smiling at him. ”No, but I’m really doing better” he says in a more serious tone but still smiles a little. ”It’ll take some time though...” Sander starts but let’s his voice trail off. ”Yeah, I know. It’s okay, there’s no rush for anything. Just take it one day at a time” Robbe says and kisses Sander’s eyebrow gently. This time Sander smiles from cheek to cheek and moves his body so that his head is on top of Robbe’s. He slowly gets closer to Robbe and kisses him on the lips gently while caressing his cheek with his hand.

[robbekoala]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: WTFock | Skam (Belgium), SKAM (France) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sander Driesen/Robbe IJzermans, Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant Characters: Sander Driesen, Robbe IJzermans, Eliott Demaury, Lucas Lallemant, Mentions of Yasmina Additional Tags: this is a ride, yeah i cried while writing it so what, insecure sander, elliot and robbe are affectionate friends, that makes sander feel bad, Crack, Angst, Fluff, there is just a lot going on, mentions of sexy times, CROSSOVER!!!, also lucas is bitchy but in a good way, i love that lil hedgehog Summary:

'When Elliot called you 'baby' tonight... It really fucked with my head. He loves you, Robbe, you know that. I know it's not the same as us but... I feel like he knows what you need all the time. Like I'm failing you, but he's not.' 

or

elliot, lucas, robbe, and sander all live in one flatshare and sander is starting to feel insecure about the affection elliot shows robbe.

(angsty but there is fluff at the end, don't worry!)

[uniquebureau]

Spotless Mind (4)

What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

Wicked Game-Chris Isaak

“have you heard from Lucas?” Robbe asked while he was eating.

Jens immediately stopped chewing, he preferred not talking about it. About the fact he spent the last week seeing all the Lucas he could find on Facebook, wishing that boy had a less common name.

“Nope,” he just replied.

“have you tried to search him on the internet?”

Jens didn’t answer, looking at the pizza they bought for lunch.

“of course you did” Robbe laughed, giving him a shove “look at how you’ve blushed!”

“glad you’re having the best time of your life making fun of me” Jens murmured ironically.

“you know...” Robbe began, biting his slice of pizza “I had forgotten how funny it is when you like someone”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22929301/chapters/57230614

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The Storm behind his eyes Part 2 [Robbe/Sander fic]

SATURDAY 20:17

Robbe's eyelids were fighting hard against tiredness that had a steady presence today. He was lying on the couch, TV on and not really paying attention. He let out a sigh, knowing that the Broerrrs expected him at the party later. He really didn't feel like going and staying glued to this couch for the rest of his life seemed like the easier option. But he had decided to make an effort. He knew he was pushing himself but he was fearful that if he didn't go outside now, he would lock himself up and would be afraid for any little interaction with other humans for the rest of his life.

Sudden laughter from the corridor distracted him from his inner turmoil. Senne and Zoë came into view, lingering in the doorway.

"Hey, Robbe! You're going to the party later?" her words came out with a snicker, distracted by Senne who was nuzzling and planting kisses on her neck. She made little slap hands at Senne's chest, reminding him that they weren't alone.

Senne reluctantly pulled his head away from Zoë's neck and he finally made eye-contact with Robbe. "Hey!" he said with a goofy smile on his face.

Robbe snorted "Hey. yeah, I'm going later with Jens, Moyo, and Aaron."

Senne took a step forward "You sure you're ready to go? A lot of people from my college are going so you might see..."

"Might see who?" Milan suddenly appeared and cut Senne off. "Don't tell me...Brendon Urie is going to be there!" he continued excitedly.

Zoë looked confused but Senne shot back immediately "Why the hell would the lead singer of Panic at the disco! be at a college party in Belgium?!"

Milan's face had written shock all over it "Senne I'm impressed! You know who Brendon Urie is!"

Senne shrugged "Yes, well the man has written some pretty dope songs...so"

Milan nodded a few times "True...he also has a great ass!".

Zoë jumped in "Give up Milan, not every guy with a great ass, batts for your team, you know."

"Ah yes but mister Urie happens to be pansexual so I still have a shot! Besides, the man can deepthroat a microphone...I wonder what else he can do...Maybe I'll find out at the party." Milan's eyes drifted away dreamily like Brendon Urie would actually be there and Milan had no problem imagining it.

"Ewww, gross!" Zoë laughed while punching his shoulder.

Robbe normally would have laughed with them but everything was still raw and his body had trouble jumping into situations that had been easy and routine for him. Everything still hurt and apparently laughter would take too much effort. So Instead he stood and threw out a "see you guys there". He passed them and send a small smile in Milan's way. Things were still awkward between them after Milan's speech. But he could recognize the look on Milan's face instantly. Worry. Yes, Milan was definitely staring at the gash on his forehead. He had to get away.