#sander e robbe

[7698]

[annadriesen2121]

THE CURE - Chapter 04

Available on Ao3_Written by @Viola_Player1 and @Anna_Driesen2121

Sander: I can't explain why but I feel that there is something that Even and I have in common. Do you know that feeling in your bones? When you meet someone and you feel like you've known them forever? Here, that's exactly what happened to me with Even.

Even: Striking figure, with his bleached  hair - not exactly a blend-and-disappear look—for an agent. You’d think he’d make himself less distinguishable, less obvious. He seemed used to maintaining a neutral expression, not disclosing his thoughts or opinions. All he needed was aviator mirrored sunglasses, and everyone would have known he was a cop.

Robbe: Who does he think he is? Valtersen needs to get off his high horse and stop acting like everyone is inferior to him. He has an ego the size of MAS. If he dares once to question my competence I will pack my bags and go back to Basel.

Isak:There’s the scientist—IJzermans—what the hell was his problem anyway? He came in, eyeballed me and instantly scrunched his face in disgust, not even the decency to hide it. Made my hackles stand up straight. Like I was a personal insult to his existence. Fucking hell!

@paralleluniversesfan

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

My SKAM Big Bang fic is now complete!

Robbe/Sander | Musician AU, Rivals to Lovers, Fuck Buddies? | Skam Italia and Skam NL crossover | Rated E | 84k

Epilogue: 2.5 years later

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?

Written for the SKAM Big Bang 2024 @skambigbang

[ao3feed-sobbe]

The Breaking of A Neutral

by OnyourRadar

“Men like you, always treating us like we are here to give you everything you want when you ask. Jump when you say jump, bark when you tell us to bark—”

Lucas pulls on the tie that is loosened around Eliott’s neck and wraps the silken fabric around his fingers. He straddles the taller brunette, hovering over his thick thighs, refusing to sit down because from this position he gets to look down at the other. The view is nice. Lucas smiles, leaning close enough to feel Eliott’s breath on his lips, close enough to count the individual lashes that frame stormy eyes.

He can see the way his pupils dilate, the way those eyes grow hooded with want.

“—how ‘bout we try that one again.” Lucas demands, voice growing soft.

—or—

Lucas owns an old shop that sells the finest hand tailored suits. Suits that cost hundreds and thousands of dollars. Priceless. One day Eliott, a mafia boss, stumbles across this shop and meets Lucas. Their lives become irrevocably entangled. This might or might not be a good thing. Blood is spilled and lives are destroyed but in the end, they have each other after the carnage settles. Right?

Words: 5184, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: SKAM (France)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lucas Lallemant, Sander Driesen, Eliott Demaury, Robbe IJzermans, Even Bech Næsheim, Isak Valtersen, OCs, others - Character

Relationships: Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant, Sander Driesen/Robbe IJzermans, Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen

Additional Tags: Morally Dubious Characters, Blood, Destruction, Organized Crime, Gangs, Mafias, Mobsters, the whole enchilada, Guns, Knives, Everyone Has a Past, Secrets, Anal Sex, things get a little kinky, it’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for, Swearing, Death Threats, Near Death Experiences, I will tag separate sex tags per chapter when it comes to it, but it is anal sex for sure, the boys are f e r a l, just roll with it please and thanks, Bad Action Writing, Aged up characters, Possessive Behavior, Things go BOOM, horrible POV shifts, maybe angst? But not really? Sort of…, Rimming, Blowjobs, Kissing, Anal Fingering, gentle breath play, Everybody loves Lucas, Lucas is a ray of sunshine! (not really), Robbe is a ray of sunshine! (sorta true… he is skittish), Isak is a ray of sunshine! (and he’s kinky wtf), Falling In Love, Different First Meetings, Flirting, gratuitous flirting, soft boys in a hard world, Flowers, Flaunting of Dirty Money, Romance, 6 degrees of separation in this fic people, Just Roll With It, Can't claim I didn't edit, Love language-love in every stitch, This is Morales Multiverse shit, kidding, Crossover

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[ulkaralakbarova]

Seen-it-all New York detective Frank Keller is unsettled – he has done twenty years on the force and could retire, and he hasn’t come to terms with his wife leaving him for a colleague. Joining up with an officer from another part of town to investigate a series of murders linked by the lonely hearts columns he finds he is getting seriously and possibly dangerously involved with Helen, one of the main suspects. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Frank Keller: Al Pacino Helen Cruger: Ellen Barkin Sherman: John Goodman Terry: Michael Rooker Frank Keller Sr.: William Hickey Gruber: Richard Jenkins Serafino: Paul Calderon Struk: Gene Canfield Dargan: Larry Joshua Lieutenant: John Spencer Gina Gallagher / Lonelyheart: Christine Estabrook Miss Allen: Barbara Baxley Older Woman: Patricia Barry Murdered Man: Mark Phelan Raymond Brown: Michael O’Neill Doorman: Michael Fischetti Omar Maldonado: Luis Antonio Ramos Efram Maldonado: Rafael Báez Black Guy: Samuel L. Jackson Ernest Lee: Damien Leake Tommy: John Thaddeus Willie: Joshua Nelson Supermarket Manager: Christofer de Oni Supermarket Cashier: Dwayne McClary Helen’s Mother: Jacqueline Brookes Toastmaster: Thom Curley Cable Supervisor: Fred Sanders Clipboard Guy #2: Larry Mullane Clipboard Guy #3: Anthony Catanese Bartender: Thomas Wagner Doorman: Manny Alfaro James Mackey: Brian Paul Tense Woman: Deborah Taylor Sasha: Ferne Downey Raymond Brown’s Wife: Nancy Beatty Clipboard Guy #1: Tony De Santis Yuppie Detective #1: Jackie Laidlaw Yuppie Detective #2: Paul Hubbard Surveillance Team Member: James Kidnie Sherman’s Wife: Bridget O’Sullivan Criminal Type: Franz Fridal Hallway Cop: James O’Regan Hallway Cop: Wayne Best Young Cop: John Bourgeois Young Cop: Hugh Thompson Bride: Miranda de Pencier Groom: Ty Templeton Denice Gruber (scenes deleted): Lorraine Bracco Film Crew: Editor: David Bretherton Director: Harold Becker Director of Photography: Ronnie Taylor Unit Production Manager: Louis A. Stroller Producer: Martin Bregman Costume Design: Betsy Cox Script Supervisor: Blanche McDermaid First Assistant Camera: Yves Drapeau Second Assistant Director: Rocco Gismondi First Assistant Director: Michael E. Steele Second Assistant Director: David Sardi First Assistant Director: Thomas J. Mack Camera Operator: Andy Chmura Casting: Mary Colquhoun Production Design: John Jay Moore Second Assistant Director: Madeleine Henrié Additional Photography: Adam Holender Associate Producer: Michael Bregman Makeup Artist: Irving Buchman Hairstylist: Bryan Charbonneau Hairstylist: Bob Grimaldi Makeup Artist: Irene Kent Key Makeup Artist: Leslie A. Sebert Stunts: Dick Ziker Writer: Richard Price Stunts: Glenn R. Wilder Stunts: Buddy Joe Hooker Production Assistant: Liam Kiernan Stunts: Kenny Bates Stunts: Steve Boyum Stunts: Rick Parker Stunts: Shane Cardwell Production Manager: Barbara Kelly First Assistant Camera: Michael Hall First Assistant Camera: Horace Jordan Location Manager: Debra Beers Production Accountant: Dorothy Precious Production Coordinator: Toni Blay Sound Mixer: Keith A. Wester Boom Operator: Steve Switzer Gaffer: Rae Thurston Best Boy Grip: Howie Balbraith Grip: Randy Tambling Dolly Grip: Robert DaPrato First Assistant Art Direction: Lucinda Zak Set Decoration: Gordon Sim Set Dresser: Raman Majlath Property Master: Vic Rigler Wardrobe Master: Gail Filman Second Assistant Camera: Rick Perotto Assistant Location Manager: Anne Richardson Assistant Accountant: Karen Demontbrun Assistant Set Decoration: Richard Ferbrache Assistant Property Master: Jeff Poulis Wardrobe Assistant: Debi Weldon Production Secretary: Regina Robb Carpenter: Boyd Allen Scenic Artist: Reet Puhm Transportation Coordinator: Neil Montgomerie Unit Publicist: Joan Eisenberg Still Photographer: Rob McEwan Casting: Stuart Aikins Extras Casting: Scott Mansfield Additional Editing: John Wright Assistant Editor: Francine Fleishman Assistant Editor: Irvin Paik Assistant Editor: Charlene Olson Assistant Editor: Haydn Streeter Supervising Sound Editor: Norval D. Crutcher Supervising Sound Editor: Randle ...

[girlwithshipsshitshow]

Wait but “you belong with me” and “the first time ever I saw your face” are like perfect songs for all the evens and isaks in every universe.

[anthony-kate]

take all my love take it how you want it

[thatsexpensive]

wE gEt iT Ur teNdeR 🙄

[annonymannonym]

[rojnapat]

not afraid. // our place.

[annadriesen2121]

THE CURE - Chapter 02

Available on Ao3_Written by @Viola_Player1 and @Anna_Driesen2121

Sander: "I'm afraid, Kes, I'm afraid of making the wrong choice again. Like when I agreed to go to Lyon. I wasn’t able to react to what was being imposed on me. I've been weak. I suffered in silence. I'm afraid of suffering again. Of being hurt.  I'm dissatisfied with my life, I've lived everything in a partial way compared to the expectations I had when I was young. I'm afraid that my desire to fall in love is just an escape route from an existential swamp that I can't get out of any other way."

Isak: This thing he does with relationships has been weighing on him more and more, no longer able to push it away from his thoughts, leaving him with a sense of dissatisfaction, frustration, loneliness. His love life is decorated with an unending string of casual hookups, strewn with missed opportunities and break ups. He needs something more, yet it’s somehow unattainable for him. Why?

@paralleluniversesfan

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

Star Crossed by Beulaugh

Written for @happilyinsane

Sobbe | E | Popstar AU | 4k

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Fuck, he’d hit the paps and reporters. Robbe ducked his chin, keeping his gaze resolutely down at Moyo’s heels. A large flash popped right next to him, and Moyo shouldered a papparazi who’d moved too close out of the way.

“Robbe, any truth to the rumors that you’re dating a super model?”

Robbe’s head snapped up. He knew that voice. Sander Driesen, a freelance photographer for Glitz and Glam. Robbe scowled, glaring daggers at Driesen, who, now that Robbe had acknowledged him with a look, stood there smugly waiting for an answer. Another photographer jostled him, but his eyes remained fixed on Robbe.

“You know I don’t answer personal questions, asshole,” Robbe shouted back, practically leaning into the crowd to make sure his voice carried over the din.

“One of these days you’ll slip up and answer one, so I think I'll keep asking.” A crooked smile danced on his lips, like he knew he had the upper hand, and Robbe wanted to smack it right off of him.

[dreamyangxt]

Good night to my my tiktok e-boy shunshine child and his soft boyfriend only.

[sandersmullet]

uuuuuhh¿???? someone write this???????? please👉🏻👈🏻????? sander falling for cashier!robbe please!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[3416]

GOD i miss sander and robbe so fucking much

[ravenbrenna09]

Snippet of the Hogwarts AU that I eventually am going to write

I asked and you answered so I delivered. In a late celebration of Zoë Loockx’s birthday, here is a brief drabble of the Hogwarts AU that I wanted to write. I hope you all enjoy.

Note: Headmistress Elwood is an OC used in my Potter Sibling story (though it’s her married name, so...). Either way, it’s not relevant to the story and you don’t need to know who she is, but just in case you were like “who is this?”, I wanted to let you guys know lol. 

...

@cleocc, @well-who-needs-angels-anyway​, and @yasminmarie99, thank you so much for responding to my post and letting me know that you guys wanted to read it. And, thank you to everyone who liked it as well! I hope everyone enjoys this wonderful snippet!

(Now, I just need to decide if I want to do my reunion fic or this one first...)

...

Zoë waited impatiently outside of the Ravenclaw Common Room, tilting from one foot to the other, as the door to the Ravenclaw Common Room opened and closed again, and again, and again. Several students passed by her, on the way to the Great Hall for breakfast, and she hoisted her bag further up on her shoulders, avoiding their curious stairs as she bit down on her bottom lip, likely transferring dark red lipstick to her bright white teeth.

Then, finally, the Ravenclaw Common Room swung open, revealing the person that she had been waiting for.

“Robbe!” she called, jogging up to him.

Robbe paused, mid-stride, to turn towards her, stuffing his notebook in his backpack. It was odd for her to be there, true, because they hadn’t had the opportunity to talk all that much. Since returning to Hogwarts for the new school year, the two of them didn’t hang out nearly as much as they had been over the summer. Zoë was surrounded by the girls and Robbe had quickly been claimed by the boys. 

Whatever new normal that they had established in the flatshare, with Robbe occupying the third room that Lisa had abandoned when she moved out of the country, had disapparated. Once they had returned to Hogwarts, the shell that Robbe surrounded himself in, the one that Milan and Zoë had spent almost all summer chipping away at, had returned, blocking him off from fully being himself. Her heart ached for the boy, who had not only become her friend but had become something of a brother to her.

“Hey,” he spoke, confused as a gentle smile formed over his face. Zoë fell into step beside him, both of them moving towards the Great Hall, eager to get food before they had to go to their respective classes. “What are you doing here?” 

“I have a favor.”

“About?” 

Zoë bit down on her lip, glancing around at the people passing by them. Her chest flooded with shame, of where she had been, who she had been, and, even worse, the feelings that she swore that she would never have, not for this boy, the boy that hurt Amber so much, the boy that Amber was crazy about. Zoë had gone with him down to the Quidditch Pitch, let him show her the stars, coaxed her on the back of a broomstick to fly, before something happened and he had to leave, leaving her to get back to the Gryffindor Common Room on her own, clutching the grey blanket that he had brought.

She didn’t know what it was. Or how it even happened. 

But, her heart was lighter in her ribcage and her stomach sunk deeper. 

“Just… if Amber or any of the other girls ask, I was studying with you, okay?” Zoë finally spoke.

Robbe blinked at her, the bronze on his robes accenting the brown of his eyes. Zoë expected him to argue about just giving her an alibi, demand her what was going on until she caved, but he simply blinked at her, opening his mouth and replying, “Where were we studying? Should Amber ask, I mean? To keep our stories straight?”

“Oh,” Zoë breathed out. “Uh, the library?”

Robbe nodded his head. “Sounds good to me. I’ll cover for you.”

Zoë beamed, throwing her arms around him and placing a kiss against his cheek, holding him tightly against her and secretly grinned as he struggled to get out of her grip, “Thank you! Thank you!” 

“You’re welcome,” Robbe replied, reluctantly shoving her hands away. 

Taking a step back, Zoë grinned at her friend. 

Her experience with Robbe over the summer had shown just how affection deprived that Robbe had been in recent months. In the years with his friends, he had shut himself down, hiding within himself, and had flinched from Milan’s initial hug, not used to having physical affection from others even to Zoë. But, by the summer’s end, he was lying his head on Milan’s shoulder, often half-asleep, wrapping Zoë in a hug for no reason at all, and welcoming Milan’s small tactile touches of affection. 

The three of them, Milan, Zoë, and Robbe, they were a family unit now. Now that Robbe was surrounded by his friends again, who had teased him when Robbe had mimicked something that Zoë would do all summer, his friends who didn’t notice the way that Robbe flinched and hung his head when one of them made a homophobic joke, Zoë hoped that he wouldn’t forget that she would be there with him. Should there be anything that he wanted to trust to her. 

Her mind flashed to Jana’s words. 

You were wrong. He said that he didn’t have any feelings for me.

“Do you hear that?” Robbe questioned, suddenly. 

Zoë blinked out of her thoughts, glancing ahead. 

There was a small crowd forming at the grand staircase, gasps and shouting happening. There was a shout that pierced above the rest, one that caught Zoë’s attention and sped up her heart and almost started her running at a full pace. Senne. Robbe glanced at her and they took off running, because they were curious, because they were prefects, clinging to their bags to keep them on their shoulders as they ran. It didn’t take long for them to get a clear sight of what was going on, but they couldn’t get down to the fight even if they tried.

And, Robbe did try, but the students were too enthralled in what was going on to fully move, even for the prefect, and Robbe wasn’t about to force them, he was too gentle for something like that, and, so, Robbe ended up standing beside Zoë, staring down at the fight in front of them. 

To Zoë’s amazement, and her relief, Senne was not the one who seemed to have caused the fight. 

In fact, he seemed to be trying to stop it from continuing. 

The crowd had formed tightly around the confrontation in the Entrance Hall, from first-years staring wide-eyed to seventh years who were gaping with wide eyes. At the edge, one or two of the professors had spilled in from the Great Hall and the Head Boy seemed to be fighting to get inside, but that wasn’t helping the seventh-year Ravenclaw was practically cowering beneath Sander Driesen’s rage.

Sander Driesen was a seventh-year Slytherin, and Senne’s best friend. Over the summer, he had dyed his brown hair a bright shade of platinum blond, frosted like snow, just like Zoë’s hair. It shined, brilliantly, contrasting sharply with the black robes and blending beautifully with the Slytherin house colors. He looked wonderful with it, older. Normally, Sander looked like an angel, someone you wouldn’t believe really existed on Earth, but the impassive, angry look on his face made him seem like something of a demon, hell-bent and fumed with rage. 

Senne stood in the middle, fearless as he blocked the seventh-year Ravenclaw from Sander’s rage. 

Despite the fact that he was a few inches shorter than Sander, he still managed to look almost as threatening as his best friend was. Senne’s brown hair was styled the same way it always was and his Gryffindor robes were pulled over his shoulder, half-open. But, Senne had one hand flat against Sander’s chest, holding him back in place. There was a mark on Senne’s eye, one that hadn’t been there on the Quidditch Pitch last night, like he had been punched sometime after leaving her. 

The seventh-year Ravenclaw said something, something that Zoë couldn’t hear from her current position, and Sander’s wand was out, a loud crack piercing above the crowd, originating from Sander’s drawn wand. Senne flinched. The Ravenclaw, Desmet, she thought, flinched. And, even all the way at the top of the banister, Zoë jumped in shock, reaching up to cover her ears. But, Sander didn’t move to raise his wand to fight or attack Desmet. 

Instead, he placed his hand on Senne’s shoulder and moved him out of his way. Zoë spotted the confused look on Senne’s features, abiding by his friend’s wants, but he didn’t step that far out of the way. 

“You want to go, Desmet?” Sander spoke, his voice making it obvious that it was a threat, gripping his wand firmly in his hand. “Or do you not want to show everyone here how easily I can beat you in a duel?”

Standing beside her, Zoë heard Robbe let out a deep, calculated breath.

But, before Desmet could respond, Headmistress Elwood broke through the crowd. Her long black hair was pulled in a fish-tail braid down her back and a long flowing emerald green dress. Her wand was out in her hand too, like she was nervous that she was going to have to use it, but from the moment that she broke through the crowd, Sander took a step back, a smirk on his face. 

“That’s enough!” the Headmistress roared, cutting through the tension that had been present. The rest of the Great Hall flinched, quickly moving back to normal. “Get back to whatever it was that you were doing before this mess. Classes begin in a little under an hour!” The crowd dispersed quickly, stirred forward by the Headmistress’s firm words, buzzing with excitement at the new wave of gossip that they had all witnessed before them. 

The Headmistress turned to Sander and Desmet, lecturing the former more than the Ravenclaw, and Zoë found her eyes wandering over to Senne. The older Gryffindor had his back partially towards her, but he was looking around, scanning the eyes of everyone. Then, his eyes wandered up the banister, finding her at the top with Robbe, and locking his brown eyes with her own. 

Without thinking, Zoë reached up, gesturing to her own eye, a silent question what happened?

Senne seemed to understand, shaking his head, lightly, barely noticeable to someone who wasn’t looking, before turning back towards Sander and Desmet and the Headmistress. But, somehow, Zoë knew what it meant. Not now. I’ll tell you later. 

Zoë moved to look at Robbe, who’s hands were digging into the stone railing of the banister. His grip was so tight that his knuckles had turned white and his shoulders were stiff. His gaze was practically drilled in the back of Sander’s head, which was now facing them, the crowd completely dispersed into the Great Hall. Zoë reached out to place her hand over his own, questioning, “Robbe?” 

As if he was returning himself to reality, Robbe’s eyes fluttered sporadically, trying to get his bearings, like he had slipped somewhere else in the past few minutes. 

“Robbe,” Zoë repeated. His eyes looked up at her. 

“Huh?” he questioned, blinking as he pulled back, glancing around the room. Looking up, spotting the concerned look in her eyes, he made sure to smile. “Sorry, I must’ve zoned out.” Upon realizing he hadn’t answered the question, he added, “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Zoë questioned. 

Robbe hesitated, his eyes flickering back down to the originators of the fight. The Headmistress was gone now, Sander seemed to have returned to his normal self, scratching the back of his head, and Desmet was gone as well. Robbe swallowed, avoiding Zoë’s eye as he said, “I’m fine, Zoë. Come on, let’s go get breakfast before we have to go to class.”

Worried about Robbe but knew that the boy would talk to her once he was ready, Zoë nodded her head in agreement, taking his hand and dragging him down the stairs, talking about their upcoming Charms quiz that they needed to study for.