#wtfock drabble

[prevalent-masters]

Clare—they/them—29

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Mostly Masters of the Air right now but you really never know what you’re going to get.

MOTA

Oh, Wild Heart—Clegan cowboy/ranching AU, WIP.

As yet unnamed Stalag Sadness trilogy—just putting the boys through more POW Situations to keep the fic ecosystem nice and biodiverse—tumblr tag

wtFOCK

Unmasked—the one about art thieves. Complete.

We Can Make No Anthem—the one about World War I that turned me into a War Bro. Complete.

The Old Guard

Yet Not Alone—Fondly known as “you can’t spell assassins without 2 asses”. The assassin and art thief AU series. Parts 1, 2, and 3 are complete. Part 4 is in the works and not abandoned. Seriously. I promise.

Featherweight—The one about sex slavery and revenge. Complete.

Tabula Rasa—The one about the history of the printed word where the historical notes section is almost as long as the fic itself. Complete.

Shorelines—The Quỳnh fic. Complete.

And various other one shots and drabbles.

You can find all of my fics, including my shameful interlude into Voltron, the good old Les Mis days, a little bit of the Raven Cycle, a one-off Yuri On Ice fic from 2017, and the ancient annals of Percy Jackson polyamory, on my AO3.

[youidiotprince]

hi! do you have any sobbe headcanons? everyone is talking about skam france and elu and it makes me miss sobbe even more.

lmao I feel this. since elu got a pet (if only for a few hours and I’m still so bothered by that), let’s talk about Robbe and Sander getting a pet!

A few months after Robbe and Sander move in together once Robbe starts University, they decide to get a puppy. It’s mostly Robbe’s idea bc he’s always wanted one but was never allowed to have one bc his papa thought it would be “too much stress on the family.” Robbe and Sander take a few trips to some local animal shelters, revisiting them each a couple of times to try to find the perfect dog for their family. Robbe ends up getting attached to quite a few of them, but Sander hasn’t really connected with any of them yet, and Robbe can tell. He knows all he has to do is say “I want this one” and Sander will agree to whichever one he chooses, but Robbe wants Sander to be just as excited as he is.

He’s growing more and more discouraged the longer they go without adopting one, feeling like maybe Sander just doesn’t want a dog, but then they go back to one of the animal shelter’s they haven’t visited as much and find out that they’ve recently put a new puppy up for adoption. She’s the only one of the litter they were able to locate, so they’re not sure what her story is, but she’s healthy and sweet, if a little bit shy. Robbe’s excited to meet her.

When they go back to, Robbe’s instantly intrigued by her. She’s a terrier mix of some sort, but they’re not sure exactly what. She has fluffy golden fur sprinkled with black to add texture and character, and she has big, warm brown eyes. Robbe squats down in front of her enclosure, sticking his fingers through the fence that stands between them so he can touch her, if she wants. She walks over to him slowly, almost lazily, sniffing at his hand when she finally reaches him before giving him a soft, sweet lick. Then, she sits down right where she is and looks up at Sander, those big brown eyes staring up at him. Robbe looks up at him, too, and Sander, looking awestruck, murmurs, “She kind of has your eyes, Robbe.”

“What, my puppy eyes?” Robbe teases, giving Sander his best sad pleading puppy look. Sander snorts and kneels down beside Robbe, holding his own hand up to the fence. she trots over to him excitedly, sniffing much more energetically at his hand, tail wagging already. Robbe can’t even bring himself to be jealous that she already likes Sander more bc the look in Sander’s eyes silences him. He looks so vulnerable, eyes full of surprise that she’s so happy to see him, that she could like him so much without even knowing him.

He raises those raw, surprised eyes to Robbe’s and declares, “She is the one,” and Robbe’s already nodding his head with a happy grin, bc of course she is, and Robbe tilts his head adorably at Sander and responds, “Yeah, she is, isn’t she?” Sander’s lips turn up into a grin that almost rivals Robbe’s, and he turns back to their puppy, who’s still wagging her tail at him with such force that it rocks her whole body. Before they leave, they start the paperwork so that the shelter will hold her for them as they get their apartment ready for her.

In a few days, they bring her home for the first time, Sander cradling her in his arms. They’ve decided to name her Rebel, and she now wears a rainbow collar with a tag that labels her as theirs, their Rebel. They bought her a dark purple bed that’s basically an oversized pillow, though they know she’ll end up sleeping in bed with them anyway. She’s nervous when they first set her down in her new home, following Sander around at his heels, but she warms up to it pretty quickly and starts to explore, a little bundle of curiosity. They give her her first toy, a plush microphone they saw at the pet store and just had to buy, and she trots around the living room with it in her mouth, seeming proud, holding her head high.

For the first month of having her, it feels like they’re always on the internet looking up tricks for training puppies, and when they’re not on the internet looking them up, they’re trying to apply them in real world, doing their best to train her on their own. It’s going well, she responds to her name, she knows a few basic commands, but they’re struggling the most with house training her. Every time they seem to be making progress, she’ll have an accident on the kitchen floor or right next to the door or, worse yet, the carpeted floor of their bedroom. They’re both starting to grow frustrated, wondering if they’re doing something wrong or if maybe they just aren’t cut out to be pet owners. But every time they start to feel like they want to give up, she comes galloping over to one of them, tail wagging with her whole body, smothering them in kisses and gentle little nibbles, and they know there’s no way they could ever give up on her.

It’s been a few weeks since Rebel’s last accident, so they’re starting to feel like maybe they actually succeeded and she’s outgrown that phase. They’re lying in bed together one Thursday evening before going to sleep, Rebel acting more rambunctious and playful than usual at this hour as she runs back and forth between them, diving for their hands, their noses, anything she can nibble at, having more and more fun with the game the more they flinch or move their hands and faces away from her. They’re laughing at each other’s jerky movements, taking a special thrill from every time the other gets a particularly strong bite from her, goading each other with taunts like, “Come on, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” until the other is made to eat his words when she comes back and bites him. Despite the pain, they’re having just as much fun as she is.

They finally get a reprieve from her reign of terror when she goes down to the foot of the bed, sniffing around their ankles, which are tucked safely under the comforter. “I love nights like this,” Robbe says through a lazy, content smile. “Me too,” Sander answers, leaning forward to kiss Robbe through their smiles. They both let themselves get lost in the kiss until Robbe starts to feel something wet and warm against his foot, seeping through the blanket and sheet. Alarmed, he jerks away from Sander, looking towards the end of the bed, and sure enough, Rebel’s there, squatting just above his foot.

“Fuck, Sander, she’s peeing!” Robbe shouts as he grabs her around the waist and jumps out of bed, stumbling as he gets caught in the blankets. Sander rolls out of bed to the other side, landing on all fours as he scrambles to his feet. Once Robbe’s out of bed, he starts hopping around on one foot, his unsoiled foot, and he’s barking at Sander to grab the blankets off the bed before it seeps through to the mattress. Sander acts as quickly as he can, ripping the sheets and blanket from the bed and dropping them in a messy bundle on the floor, wrestling with the fitted sheet bc it’s caught on the corner of the bed farthest from where he’s standing. He yanks on it as hard as he can, and finally it gives way, forcing him to stumble backwards a few steps before falling on his butt.

He can’t help it anymore, he bursts out laughing in a loud, uncontrollable kind of way. In a hiccuping, gasping for air kind of way. Robbe, still balancing on one foot, snaps, “Sander, this isn’t funny!”

Between laughs, Sander barely manages to get out, “Robbe [gasp for breath] she peed on your foot!” Robbe looks from the innocent, nervous looking puppy in his hands, to his raised, peed-on foot, to his boyfriend, who’s a mess of hysterical laughter on the ground, and Robbe can’t help himself either. He collapses to the floor beside Sander, laughing so hard now that he can barely breathe.

“If you think it’s so funny,” Robbe gasps out, “then you can clean off my foot.” He stretches his soiled foot towards Sander, who shrieks and shoves it away, only making them both laugh harder. Robbe moves to bury his face in Sander’s chest, the both of them laughing against each other now, tangling together. Rebel’s sniffing around them nervously, not able to tell if what’s happening is a good thing or a bad thing. She starts to yip, which draws Robbe and Sander our of their giggle fit a bit, and their laughter slowly starts to trickle off.

“We need to take her out to make sure she’s finished,” Robbe says finally, panting a bit as he recovers.

“I’ll do it,” Sander says as he kisses Robbe’s cheek. “You have to go take care of your pee foot.” He shoots Robbe a teasing look that earns him a shove in return. Sander just laughs as he picks Rebel up and heads out of the room to take her out.

Robbe hops to the bathroom, where he rinses off his foot with some soap and water and dries it with one of the towels that are hanging up. He’s not sure if it’s his or Sander’s, but he gets a wicked grin at the thought of it being Sander’s. He goes back to the bedroom to gather the soiled bedding into a bag they can take to the laundromat the next morning. When Sander and Rebel come back inside, Sander helps Robbe make the bed with a fresh set of sheets and a throw blanket from the couch. They curl up together in the cool crisp feel of them, Rebel now lying peacefully between their legs like usual, bladder empty.

“I thought we were making progress,” Robbe says softly, feeling disappointed and discouraged all over again, now that he’s come off the high from all of his laughter a bit.

“We are,” Sander reassures him, placing a kiss to Robbe’s shoulder through the fabric of his t-shirt. “This was just a minor hiccup. They happen. We’ll get there, eventually. Together.” It’s the reminder of “together” that succeeds in reassuring Robbe, because when they’re together, even the lowest of lows don’t feel that low. Even getting peed on by his own dog can be funny, with Sander there beside him, laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. So, as Robbe places a kiss of his own to the top of Sander’s head, he echoes Sander’s last word back to him.

“Together.”

[ravenbrenna09]

The way I need that drabble, preferably that Thursday or Friday morning after the cuddle clip, that seems like a good a time as any to have an equivalent of this mornings clip... My eyes need cleansing

I was actually thinking of writing it on that Thursday lol. I’ll do my best to get it out soon. I just have a big project soon so that’s my main focus right now!

[tailsbeth-writes]

I had to write something last night after the clip, it was just some sort of way to get my feelings out. Hope you like it! x

[shame-in-flemish]

I have time to kill before an appointment tomorrow morning thanks to irregular buses so I'm going to finish up a Sobbe drabble, I'm hoping it will become a 2 parter since it's Sander meeting the parents...

Something to tide you over in this time of uncertainty 🙃💛

[allforyoumylovely]

Because Willem pushing his hair back in the podcast had me imagining Robbe getting so distracted whenever Sander does the same <3

The thing is, Robbe doesn’t want to zone out; he wants to keep listening to what Sander is saying. But when Sander is so languidly sprawled on the bed and his golden wonder of a hand finds its way into the warm hues of his long hair, he loses focus. Just like that.

He doesn’t stand a chance against the silky locks gliding through his artist’s fingers with the dried paint around the cuticles; he doesn’t stand a chance against the way Sander lets his waves the colour of pure earth and light and dreams cascade back down over his forehead in any which way it pleases, before, as an afterthought, gently adjusting the perfect mess or absentmindedly twisting the end of a lock between his fingertips. And Robbe definitely doesn’t stand a chance against the way it tumbles into his eyes in petal-soft swirls, catching in his sooty black lashes; eyes that look at him so tirelessly and undistracted.

Robbe watches as the strands curl and move and dance at the mercy of Sander’s hands, and maybe it’s his love for him that does it, but he swears the hairs shine and glimmer as they fall back into place. He remembers how it looked yesterday afternoon when Sander stepped through his door and captured him in a kiss that said I have to have you, as though he hadn’t seen him in weeks, when in reality they’d woken up together that very morning: wet and windswept from an early, early autumn downpour, strands tangled together in shades darker than usual. And he vividly remembers how it looked later that night in his indigo sheets when he reached over Sander’s bare shoulder for a joint: as damp as his glistening chest while he lay finding tiny new freckles over the bridge of Robbe’s nose and so ridiculously tousled by Robbe’s fingers tugging and combing and pulling. He knows how Sander’s hair looks at three am and at three pm. Now it’s a dry and fluffy and vanilla-scented whirlwind, bringing a honeyed warmth to his features as he speaks. Robbe registers nothing but pale moss green and sun-loved brown and a blur of a deep, deep voice from rosy lips.

And he can’t help it.

“You’re so pretty,” he tosses to Sander in the middle of a sentence, and it momentarily catches Sander off guard, pausing his words, before it settles in a little, boyish smirk that softly crinkles the corners of his eyes and pulls at his healthy, pink cheeks; cheeks that beg to be kissed.

“You haven’t been listening to a word I’ve said, have you?” he asks, quirking his brows.

Robbe moves fluidly across the bed and into Sander’s lap, finally getting to touch. He inhales a waft of his cologne when Sander’s fingers slip under the waistband of his jeans in the exact same manner as they do through his hair: easily and instinctively. And Robbe presses their smiles together and whispers, “Tell me again.”

[hyceate]

hiii, I saw that your prompts are open, so I thought I would send a little one because I really enjoy your art so much! it's so pretty and so natural if that make sense, I just really love it! I was thinking of robbe and sander as the skater boy and the art kid, so a drawing or art piece that sort of represented that. it's okay if you don't want to do it, it was just a little idea. I hope you'll have a wonderful day! <333

Thank you for your prompt!! I am so sorry for taking so long! I uh... went overboard I feel... but I really hope I managed to fulfill the prompt! I had a lot of fun pushing myself out of comfort zone but ahahahadgasdgsdf. It'll be some time before I attempt something like this again. If it isn't obvious since I think I suck at story telling without words asdfasf, I tried to portray the sk8ter boy and artist with Sander doodling nearby without them noticing for about an hour (how they didn't notice his shining hair idk. maybe too busy recording robbe skating for a broerrs vid. adsfaadfs. Don't overthink it).

Anon who gave me a prompt a while ago too, I will get to you next! I had planned to fulfill it with this one as well but hmmmmnnngg. Nah. More content is better :D so I'm going to think up of a different composition for a separate post.

[alstublieft]

Circle of Love - Sobbe

30th July 2021

“Robin, look!” 

“No, there’s no way..”

“Please...pretty please.”

Robbe let out a deep sigh and eyed his boyfriend’s large green eyes and adorable pouty lips, he couldn’t say no when Sander looked at him like that - it was near impossible. 

The couple had decided to spend their Friday afternoon at a Funfair that was set up in their local park, to celebrate their 20 month anniversary which was technically yesterday, but they were both too busy to really celebrate. Walking around each attraction their hands clasped tight, they laughed in sync, bodies buzzing with alcohol in their veins. 

Striped red and yellow tents were dotted around the park, each one containing a different amusement, the park was filled to the brim with friends and family, the sun shone bright and it really was the perfect day.

Sander had fed Robbe pink clouds of candy floss and with each bite he’d watch his lover lick the sugary confection from the sides of his mouth, missing a crystal or two.

Later on, Robbe had spent more money than he’d like to admit on ‘Hook a Duck’ but eventually won a plush shark toy which he gifted to his Bowie-loving boyfriend, earning him a sweet kiss to his cheek. Robbe watched lovingly as Sander immediately took the toy, hugging it close to his chest. 

But now, as Robbe looked up at the Ferris Wheel that Sander so eagerly pointed out, it’s circumference alone sent shivers down his spine. It had bright neon lights that glowed at the entrance and the seats looked way too unstable to sit on. Nevertheless, one look at Sander’s pleading eyes and he was a goner.

“Okay, let’s go then.” Robbe gives in, trying to hide his nerves with a dimpled smile. 

Sander let out a high-pitched squeal and dragged the smaller boy to the queue, he babbled on and on about how he’d love sitting right at the top watching the rest of the world below and how he loved how the air’s density decreased the higher the ride took him and how he felt ‘on top of the world.’ Robbe loved listening to Sander, he would often rewatch the lockdown walk videos he had sent him when they were unable to see each other, getting lost in his deep voice; it was like a lullaby. 

Finally they paid for their tickets and stepped onto the metal platform and made their way to their seats, Robbe’s nerves increasing as the seat rocked slightly, he reached out and gripped Sander’s light denim jacket, fingers curling into the material like a lifeline. 

Sander, who had stepped on with ease, chuckles and helps Robbe to his seat, a steady arm wrapped around his waist.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re fine Robbe.” Sander reassures, his warm breath hitting the side of Robbe’s face and travelling down the length of his neck.

“Dank je” Robbe whispers, as they sit side by side in their cosy carriage. Robbe’s eyes wandered along the ride, ensuring each screw was tight and the bar to hold them in went all the way down and locked into place. 

On the other hand, Sander was bouncing with excitement as a worker came and checked they were buckled in securely, wishing the conductor would pull the lever and start the ride.

As if his mind had been read, the carriage swings back squeaking, evoking an endearing yelp from Robbe who has somehow gotten closer to Sander in their tiny seating area. 

“Sander, oh my god, oh my god, we’re moving!” Robbe shrieks.

“I know! Isn’t this sick?” Sander places his large hand on Robbe’s thigh, squeezing from sheer joy, his toothy grin could be seen from miles away.

Slowly they drift through the air, catching sight of their friends below who waved and cheered in excitement. Robbe looks up at Sander, analysing his facial expressions, the way his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, the mole on the side of his face which Robbe would always kiss twice because ‘it’s extra special’ a thin layer of sweat shone from the tops of his cheeks, glowing like embers of gold; truly magnificent. 

He loves him. He loves him wholeheartedly. Robbe would gladly step onto a million ferris wheels if it meant seeing Sander like this, so carefree, so joyous, so alive. 

Sander turns to face Robbe, catching his stare, a radiant smile makes its way to his face, brighter than the stars. They had glided higher, still not at the highest point, but significantly higher, butterflies erupting in their bellies and Robbe had to stop himself from looking down.

“Baby, look out there, you can see the mural.” Sander points with his arm, his voice getting caught in his throat, emotion getting the better of him.

“I still can’t believe you did that.” Robbe says in awe, squinting a bit, seeing himself across the park on a big wall in intense colours. Sander’s declaration of love really was for all to see.

“Why? You’re so beautiful, everyone had to know.” 

Robbe moves his eyes away from the mural to look at Sander, his chest filled with warmth, he reaches down and takes Sander's hand on his lap, slotting his fingers between the gaps - a perfect fit. 

Their eyes don’t leave one another’s, green melting into brown, brown melting into green. It’s as if the rest of the world went on mute, and it’s just them two alone, on a ferris wheel, sharing the same love. 

They don’t need words to communicate, they have longing looks, and the softest of touch; their souls are so intertwined, it would be paradoxical to try and tell them apart. 

In the midst of their love-struck haze, their carriage had reached the very top of the wheel, halting to a stop, lightly swinging back and forth, the sudden momentum breaking their adoration. 

“Happy 20 Month Anniversary, My Love.” Sander says, voice like melted honey, words ooze out of his mouth effortlessly, drawing Robbe in completely.

Robbe fixes his eyes on Sander’s mouth, the sides curling up into a grin, pearly teeth just peeking through. “Happy 20 Month Anniversary, My King.” 

Sander uses his free hand to cup behind Robbe’s neck, fingers tangling in his auburn curls, bringing his love in for a heated kiss, head tilting, breathing out through his nose. Robbe kisses back with just as much passion, wrapping his lone arm round to hold onto Sander’s shoulder. 

He's starting to understand why Sander loves being so high up, the atmosphere up here instantly eliminates the noise around them. A dingy carriage, on a rusty ferris wheel, at a funfair in the late afternoon. A haven for two.

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This is dedicated to my favourite person @debussyatmidnight

Millie, my light, my love, where would I be without you? I love you so much and wish you the happiest birthday...<3 

I know this is nowhere as good as the gifset you made me, but i promise, as soon as i learn how to create gifs - i’ll make you as many as you want xxx

love, aamana

[sincerelyravens]

drabble based on this image from @annonymannonym and idea from @birthdaysentiment 

wtDRABBLES - part three (READ ON AO3)

To Robbe and Sander, Wednesday had become one of their many traditions.

Their first official hang-out since the beach trip—and their first kiss that happened in the ashen remains of a failed double-date—had happened on a Wednesday evening with beer in their system and joy in their hearts. Their first unofficial date, swapping a joint and lazy kisses, had happened on a Wednesday afternoon with sunlight pouring into Robbe’s temporary bedroom in an empty flatshare. Sander had met Robbe’s mom on a Wednesday morning for coffee after she was released from the hospital and they went on an impromptu day-trip on a Wednesday to the beach in January just because Sander wanted to kiss Robbe in that damned grocery store and on the beach like he wanted to before.

To them, as a couple, Wednesday was their day—for them and them alone—and, so, they made a point of Wednesday being their day. Their day to spend their days and evenings together, giggling and laughing, kissing deeply and soundly, hands wandering beneath the fabric of their t-shirts and leather belts. Or they would go out to an art exhibit that Sander wanted to see, taking pictures in front of the frames or together with a bad angle. Or, sometimes, Robbe would drag Sander to the cinema for a movie that he wanted to see—or some random film that he found on the internet—and hold his hand in his lap, playing with his fingers absentmindedly. Even during quarantine, they would facetime for hours together, giggling and talking with one another, longer than they would on other days with no Broerrrs to interrupt them.

And, this Wednesday was no different than any other Wednesday.

Before his life drawing class had even finished, Sander had seen Robbe’s signature brown jacket standing outside of the classroom. There was a flash of purple standing next to him—likely Celeste who had spotted him on her way out of her class down the hall. Once Sander had spotted his boyfriend’s side profile and his backpack with a tiger patch through the large windows, he could not get out of the classroom fast enough. Sander scrambled to put his supplies away early, earning a nasty look from his professor as he did so, and practically raced into his boyfriend’s arms when they were dismissed.

As the two of them kissed, their masks pulled over their chins, Celeste giggled as she shook her head. “Couldn’t you have let me have him for a few more minutes, Driesen?” Celeste asked.

“Why?” Sander asked, tugging Robbe closer to him. His boyfriend let out a melodious giggle, one that sent butterflies and joy through his body like it was the first time, and buried his face into the crook of his neck. There was a faux-annoyed look in Celeste’s eyes, but Sander could still make out her cheekbones turned upward from beneath the black fabric of her mask. “So, you can steal my boyfriend away? Too bad, you can’t have him.”

Celeste rolled her eyes. “That’s okay, I’ll just talk to him later then.”

“You can talk now.”

“No,” Celeste said, a teasing look in her eyes as she started to move away from them. “Now that you have decided to join us, we cannot talk about this further.” Before she stepped away, she leaned towards Robbe and whispered, “Text me tomorrow and we can continue to talk about it, okay?”

Robbe giggled. “Of course, I can’t wait.”

Celeste winked and disappeared down the hallway.

“What was that about?” Sander asked.

Even with the forest green mask covering his nose and mouth, Sander could make out the smile on his features, bright and beautiful and his. Robbe shook his head, firmly grasping at the lapels of Sander’s jacket, before turning his gaze back to his. “I can’t tell you that.”

Sander pouted. “Why not? You tell me everything?”

“I do,” Robbe agreed.

“So, why won’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s a surprise.”

“A surprise? Is it for my birthday?” All it takes is the bashful look in Robbe’s eyes to know that he was on the right track. With how his last birthday went—having to see Robbe through a screen without being able to hold him—Sander knew that this year would be loads better than the last... and his last birthday had already been one of his best ones. Grinning down at Robbe, Sander smiled. “What did you get me, Robin?”

Robbe smirked. “Whatever it is, you’ll find out on the 27th.”

“Oh,” Sander said, matter-of-factly. Robbe smiled brighter and Sander wished that he didn’t have that piece of cloth over his mouth, obscuring it from view. “Well, I, for sure, can’t wait until my birthday to see what you have in store for me.”

Robbe giggled, the sound sending a flood of warmth through Sander’s heart. Stepping closer to him, Robbe tugged on Sander’s black mask, bringing it down to his chin again. Even though Robbe was always talking about regulations and following the rules, neither one of them seemed to not care about them in the current moment, in an empty hallway with only them and no one else to see. After tugging down his own mask down, Robbe stepped closer to Sander, sliding their lips together so effortlessly and flawlessly as they had done so many times over the past year.

Still, after a year of love and devotion, Sander could never tire of kissing Robbe, feeling all of Robbe’s feelings against his lips—without question or hesitation about how he felt. Even though a professor would likely come around the corner and scold them, and they would deserve it so, Sander sunk into Robbe’s kiss, pulling him closer by the hips, and Robbe leaned against him, his lips tugging up into a smile. Sander cradled Robbe’s face, pulling him closer, before running his fingers through his hair and swiping his thumb across the stud earring that he had—

Wait.

Pulling away from Robbe, who looked dazed and confused, Sander turned Robbe’s head by his chin to find a brand new earring in place of the normal stud—the one that Sander had bought him once Robbe’s ear was healed enough to switch them out. It was a small, dainty lightning bolt-shaped out of stainless steel. In the white light of the hallway, it glittered and shined.

“That’s new,” Sander said. He swiped his thumb over the earring which caused it to skew slightly and he moved to correct it. “When did you get that?”

“Last week,” Robbe said, sheepishly. “When Zoë and I went shopping at the mall, I saw it in the shop and... I thought of you.” Robbe’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink. “And, I decided that I wanted to wear it today. Do you like it?”

Sander smiled. “Of course, Robin,” he said. Bringing Robbe closer, he pressed a long kiss against his lips before dragging them down his jaw to the new earring. After pressing a gentle kiss against the new lightning bolt earring, Sander whispered, “I like everything on you, baby.”

Robbe scoffed. “More like everything off me.”

“Both is good.”

Robbe giggled, tossing his head back. His mess of curls shaking around him. Reaching up, Robbe tugged up on his mask, pulling it over his nose again. Sander couldn’t help to pout before Robbe reached out to cover his face as well. “Come on,” Robbe said. “We better get going before we end up being scolded by one of your professors again.”

Sander snorted, letting Robbe grab him by the arm and lead him to the exit. Tucking his portfolio between his side and his arm, Sander wrapped his other arm around Robbe’s shoulders and pulled him closer to him. Robbe smiled over at him, falling against his side easily. The two of them walked together, swaying on their own axis together. “So,” Sander asked, leaning close to his boyfriend. “What are our plans for this Wednesday?”

Robbe shrugged, nonchalantly before turning to Sander. “I don’t know quite yet.” Wrapping his arm around Sander’s waist, between the fabric of his shirt and his leather jacket, Robbe added, “Let’s find out.”

“With you?” Sander asked, pulling him closer before placing a kiss against his temple through his mask. “Always.”

[maade-of-stardust]

The Three of Us

#1. When it’s bad

“She hates me.” He murmured after a while. They could hear Lou cry from the other room, but Robbe wasn’t really worried about it. She was safe with her loving grandparents.

“She loves you, babe. She lights up when you walk in a room.” Robbe whispered, holding Sander even more tightly in his arms.

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[drowsyirisarchive]

Okay so very random and spontaneous but I just wrote this very short drabble for my anguis @skamsnake I felt very inspired. (I’ve never wrote Sobbe or smut before and I’ve also only just started writing fics so please be nice) also let me know if you want me to continue this 

“Come on then baby” Sander murmured, tracing his finger over Robbe’s waiting mouth. His boy whined up at him and blinked those doe eyes slowly before leaning forward. “Ah, ah, ah no hands remember” Robbe rolled his eyes at that which made Sander tap the side of his face gently but with enough force hinted if he were to misbehave again.

“Slowly” he cautioned Robbe as he had managed to swallow him halfway. He could see the tears in the corner of his boys eyes but didn’t pay them any attention. Robbe cried so easily during sex. Always overwhelmed and pliant.

Gods he loved him.

By now Robbe was nearing his pubes, making small needy sounds as he got closer. Sander readied his hand to thread through Robbe’s curls to encourage him to stay there. The tears at Robbe’s eyes were flowing freely now so Sander absentmindedly wiped them away.

Robbe gagged slightly and more tears flooded as he had managed to get all of Sander inside his throat. Smirking at the mess in front of him, Sander made sure to keep his grip firmly tangled in Robbe’s hair, forcing him to stay still. He watched as his loves eyes fluttered closed, feeling content and blissed out. He knew by now that Robbe was starting to drift off into his headspace, comfortable with all that was happening and willing to let Sander take over completely. His breathing had levelled out and he was nuzzling his head further into Sander’s crotch getting ready for what was to come.

Sander resettled his hand and began stroking Robbe’s hair as he kept his eye on the clock beside him. It’d already been 2 minutes longer than Robbe usually lasted like this. He was so proud of his boy and couldn’t wait to fuck him senseless as a reward. The tears around Robbe’s eyes had stopped and the expression on his face was one of pure bliss. It had been 6 minutes and his gorgeous, sexy boy showed no signs of wanting to pull away from Sander’s cock. Stroking his hair once more Sander settled back onto the pillows behind him allowing his eyes to close and letting himself slip into his own state of bliss.

[ravenbrenna09]

happy 20th birthday, senne de smet (16 January 2001)

insp.

[sandersmullet]

ok so this started as me just writing down an idea that i had and ended up being a +1k bad written text, so i thought i would share it cause why not, basically a royal au kinda, its like that time lol, enemies to lovers and they are both knights, a little tw: blood, violence and injury (nothing really explicit tho)

they hate each other, robbe got his reputation as one of the best knights practising and earning the name by being one of the most talented warriors in the infantry, but sander for being the king's son gets all the credit of everything the army does, robbe can't stand it, but what he doesnt know is that sander really doesnt wanna be a knight, he likes to paint and to observe the wonders of the world, the beauty in everything, but his father forced him to be in there. robbe treated the prince poorly from the beginning, not tolerating that everything the boy did was praised by everyone, sander noticed the rude behavior and mostly just ignored it, so they never talked, and if they did, it ended up in a fight.

the kingdom is in danger, they are losing the war with another nation and the army has to travel to fight those battles. somehow robbe and sander end up in a duel in the middle of training, robbe realize sander does have talent to fight (and that he looks good doing it, but of course he doesn't admit that to himself) , but he still isn't as good as robbe, when sander loses his sword, robbe gets to put his on sander´s throat, they stare intensely into each others eyes and called it a tie, but robbe knows that he could have won.

that night nobody seems to shut up about the fight and how the best knights on the legion seem to not stand each other. their superiors called them after dinner to have a talk and reproched them for being childish, irresponsible and causing a ruckus in the middle of training, as a punishment they are going to be forced to clean the training area every afternoon after practice until the army leaves the place where they are camping. they start to spend time together and after a lot of “that's not the right way to use a bow” “if you don't grip the sword tight of course you are going to lose it” “that's not how you clean an axe” they start to get to know each other, sander talks about art, poetry and music, robbe about the adrenaline he feels when he is fighting, at some point sander tells that he hates the choices his dad is making, that all this war could end if they just gave back the gold they stole some years ago from the other kingdom, that he doesn't want the power but when he´ll have it he is going to use it to do good, robbe tells that his parents got sick when he was a child and that he lived on the streets for some time, until one day he got caught for stealing food and single handedly beated 4 knights without using any weapons, one of the leaders of the army offered him a place to live in and food if he took a place with the warriors. sometimes if they ended up early they would practice together, they made each other better, and not only when it came to fighting, if they stared to each other a little too long they didn't mention it.

they fought some battles and started to noticing how everytime they ended they were looking for the other, wanting to know if they were okay. they started enjoying those afternoons of cleaning, looking forward to the duels they would have after, staying until the sky gets dark and watching the stars.

one day after cleaning and organizing everything the boys get into an argument that ends up with them not talking to each other for days.

3 days later the enemy troop attacked the camp by surprise, it was all screams, dust, and the sound of galloping horses, only a few were able to grab another weapon that wasn't the sword they carried around all the time, anger and fear making them act careless and more out of instinct, they didn't have a plan to follow like the previous battles, they were on their own. sander fighting with two men at the same time, didn't notice the third one coming from his back, but robbe did, and without even thinking he threw himself between the man and sander, the sword going through his chest. he fell to the ground. with each second everything started feeling more and more distant, his legs numb and a white pain in his right shoulder.

not long after that, the enemies started to back up, cause even though they were prepared and equipped, this army was bigger and had better warriors. the sky turned gray and rain started pouring down the battlefield, making small puddles of mud. when instinctively sander looked for robbe, he felt his heart stop beating, the boy laid on the grass with his right upper arm covered in blood. sander threw himself at the ground and started screaming for help, he ripped one sleeve of his shirt and tie it tight around the other´s shoulder, he couldn't even hear himself anymore, desperately praying to every god he didn't believe in for the boy to wake up, his screams muffled by the pouring rain hitting the ground, he positioned the head of the boy on his lap and pressed down on the injury as hard as he could, their foreheads touching and sander´s tears hidden by the rain fell on robbe's face, “i’m sorry please im sorry, don't leave me robbe i'm sorry please dontleavemedontleavemedontleaveme” he kept pushing on the other´s chest but everything seemed hopeless “robbe….. i love you, you have to wake up please” he let his face fall on the boy´s chest “i love you”, suddenly a hand touched his hair and a tiny voice said “you what?” and when sander lifted his head he saw the boy with what could have been called a teasing smile looking at him, he looked pale and sleepy but judging by the way he seemed to be wanting to laugh at sander he was very much alive, god he was alive. “ what the fuck robbe dont scare me like that” sander said wiping away his tears and trying to compose himself, robbe laughed but immediately stopped himself cause the wound made it painful.

“it was your fault, idiot. someone was going to attack you, i had to do something”

“what i.... you shouldn't have done that, you don't save me or anyone by killing yourself robbe” sander caress the injured boy's face” ��at least i got you to say that you love me” the older boy snorted and pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes “yes you did ijzermans….yes you did”

robbe placed his hand of the arm that wasn't injured on the back of sander´s head and brought his lips close, and almost like a whisper said “well it seems to be your lucky day driesen, cause i love you too” and with that sander couldn't contain himself anymore, he kissed robbe like his life depended on that, he kissed robbe like it was the last thing he was going to do. after that every injured man was taken to a tent and examined by medics from the army. months later robbe was completely healed and sander had made his father end the war with the other nation and return the stolen gold. they lived their best life as princes, and later on as kings<3

[57greenstreet]

a s5 sobbe drabble one-shot is in the making😏

[allforyoumylovely]

emma, hiii. you're taking requests, like that's the best thing ever hihi. idk why but I've had this image in my head of sander resting against robbe's chest as he robbe reads to him, while he runs a hand through sander's hair. maybe sander is coming out of a bad episode or maybe they're just relaxing on a sunday, but yeah.... maybe something like that hihi. much love to you emma <333

Cille, this was an absolute dream prompt for me, my gosh 💘 📖  I went off on a few tangents but hopefully that’s okay sfhjg. Walk, shower, read. It’s their little routine 🧡  Thank you for sending me this. Love you! Btw let me know if I should upload these on ao3 or if they should just be little tumblr exclusives?

Sander always knows when he’s fading away, when he’s turning into a shell of himself. But he never knows when he’s going to fall asleep at the wheel. Until it’s too late, until he crashes. And that’s when he loses all sense of who he is, of what he enjoys or how he likes to dress or what his voice normally sounds like. Sometimes the only indication of time passing is his alarms that tell him to take his meds and eat at set times.

Although he doesn’t reach the point anymore where he wants to be physically erased – he knows that this seemingly perpetual state of sadness isn’t definitive no matter how much his brain tries to convince him otherwise – some days all he can drag himself out of bed for is a cup of coffee and a cigarette or a few slices of tangerine, the scent reminding him of his boy, his college boy. He’ll crack open a window in the living room and curl up against the cushions in the window-seat, the hood of his black hoodie over his head, and there he’ll try weaving his way through the weeds and the tangled neurons in his thunder-stained mind to anything resembling an actual thought with a pinch of substance.

For the days where he’s more clear-headed his mama puts up little post-its around the house with simple tasks for him to do to help him feel useful and necessary. And in the mornings whenever Robbe has spent the night, Sander finds little notes from him too; there’ll be an I love you on his pillow, an I’m so glad you exist placed on his desk and I’m bringing you flowers later <3 hanging on his door. The first time Sander doesn’t think Robbe actually means the one with the flowers, but when he buzzes him in later that afternoon, the first thing he sees is a bouquet of light pink lilies cradled in his arm against the autumn brown of his jacket, the hues so lovely and gentle, just like Robbe. It’s more than Sander’s frail mind can take, and Robbe wipes away the thin streams of warm tears with his sweater paws, and they laugh softly when it only makes it worse.

Since before Robbe, Sander has been figuring out what soothes him, what makes him feel more at ease, what helps him settle back into his body and bones when coming out of a bad episode, and he has slowly built up a list of things that assist in bringing the puzzle pieces of his mind back into place.

Walks

Sander’s aunt has a golden retriever, Bella, who goes on a little holiday at Sander’s when he’s down and spends most of his days at home. In the mornings she’ll pad over the hard-wood floor to his bed and nuzzle her nose against Sander’s face until he wakes up, waiting patiently for her walk. It’s easier for Sander to get out of bed knowing there’s someone relying on him for their needs and wellbeing. He’ll take her and himself on a walk in the fog-blue mornings when the morning traffic is yet to come, and then again in the early evening when it’s still light out but the streets are quieter, enough for him to give his brain some stimulation when it feels like it has slowed to a halt. The sound of his boots against the sidewalk reminds him that he’s still part of the world, that he hasn’t completely vanished after all.

Sometimes he goes by himself, just listening to and observing the city around him with pale eyes. Other times Robbe goes with him, sleepy-eyed and rosy-cheeked in the mornings, relaxed and loose-limbed at night. He doesn’t curl his hand around Sander’s but lets it hang by his side with their pinkies brushing, open and inviting, for Sander to take if and when he feels like it. Sander will thread their fingers together always, but he loves Robbe for giving him a choice and never forcing anything on him.

Often, they find a bench somewhere, in a park or at the river, a place that isn’t too crowded but still has plenty of things for Sander to rest his eyes on. It’s only the middle of September but some leaves are already falling, lying yellow and limp on the ground, and Robbe notices Sander’s wondering expression.

“It’s probably because the weather has been so dry; they’re shedding their leaves to conserve water and energy,” he says.

And Sander instinctively inches closer, a small smile on his lips. “Clever you.”

Bella sits by Sander’s legs with her head propped on his knee, her deep brown eyes alternatively scanning the place and glancing up at him, sensing his sadness. She’s calm and curious and cuddly, reminding him of a certain someone. When Sander tells him, Robbe breathes out a little giggle, making Sander gaze at him more deeply than he has in days, at the silky curls around his ears and the blinking hoop and the crescent dimples curved into his cheeks, and he’ll quietly rest his head on the slope of Robbe’s shoulder, a few tiny clearings of blue sky starting to appear in his overcast mind.

Showers

Back at home, he and Robbe linger in the hallway for a bit, their hair messy, the scent of fresh air in their clothes. When Robbe says that his green, sparkly eyes are coming back, Sander curls a few fingers in the front of Robbe’s shirt, feeling the firm plane of his stomach against his knuckles as he mumbles, “Shower.”

Some nights Sander can’t stand the mere idea of catching glimpses of himself in the mirror; hates the way he looks with his violet circles and dull, greasy hair. So Robbe will light a couple of candles, and they’ll undress in the dim orange glow and quietly get under the shower spray. And there, with Sander’s forehead resting against his own, Robbe will wash Sander’s hair and tell him that he looks beautiful in this light, while his fingers work in small, bone-melting circles. The near orgasmic pressure on his scalp helps reconnecting Sander’s mind and body, making him press up tightly against Robbe, finally diving back into the swirling, velvety heat that licks into every cell of his being.

“Thank you for… For staying with me,” he says between hushed breaths and light kisses. It falls clumsy from his lips, sounding graver than he intends it to, but Robbe, the angel soul that he is, moulds his answer into five words of pure reassurance that protectively wrap themselves around Sander’s heart.

“I’m going to marry you.”

Sander doesn’t cry. But he’s very damn close.

Reading

This one begins one night maybe a year into their relationship. While Robbe brushes his teeth, Sander wanders Robbe’s room, taking in the familiarity of it, running a hand over the forest green sweatshirt draped over his chair, trailing the edge of his desk with a few fingertips. When he reaches his set of shelves, he sees it wedged in between a plant and some school supplies: a book of bedtime stories filled with beautiful watercolour illustrations, the cover a painting of a dark blue night sky with a full moon reading for her stars over a little sleeping village. The spine is threadbare, seemingly from the countless times of being opened and closed. As he flicks through the crinkled pages, soft lips press against the nape of his neck and the back of his shoulder.

“Are you snooping around my room?” Robbe mumbles.

“Mhm,” Sander hums. “What’s this book?”

Twining his arms around Sander’s stomach from behind Robbe says, “When I was little my mama used to read these stories aloud for me at night. She was looking through some stuff the other day and found it again.” He hooks his chin over Sander’s shoulder. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Very.” Sander glances back at Robbe with a squeezing feeling in his chest. “Did it make you fall asleep?”

Robbe smiles. “Every time.”

Sander drops his gaze back to the book, asking quietly, “Will you read for me?”

And Robbe brushes a “Sure” and a kiss behind his ear, tugging him along to the bed.

It’s something they do now: Robbe reading aloud for Sander whenever he feels low and doesn’t have many words to offer. Sander then tucks his head under Robbe’s chin, and Robbe tangles his fingers in his freshly washed and citrussy-smelling hair, scraping over his scalp in endless, soothing motions. Safe and sound, Sander listens to stories about naughty star-children, wizards flying about in rolled up rugs, and a Goodnight-ship with live stuffed animals as passengers. They flow over him like dripping streams of honey, Robbe’s voice lovely and wonderful and a little sleepy, and Sander tries so desperately to make his foggy brain hold onto the words.

Sometimes when the night air is cooling Sander’s room and Robbe feels a little cold, he’ll wear a thick hoodie to bed. Sander loves the scent and the comfy feel of the well-worn fabric under his palm, but sometimes he gets a little frowny and frustrated at having to fumble for his small waist; so Robbe pulls it off despite the goosebumps rising on his skin, and Sander presses his ear to his heart and tightens his hold around him, sharing his body heat his only job while he listens to stories from when Robbe was little. And Sander feels little too; but it’s something he allows himself. A few years ago, he didn’t dare dream that he’d ever have this with someone; didn’t think he even had this level of softness in himself.

But here he is. Here they are.

He has never wanted to be someone’s more than he does Robbe’s; it’s so clear that he belongs to him. And it’s crazy, Sander thinks. Because no matter how feeble and numb around the edges his body and mind feel, his love for Robbe is always right there in a molten pond at the core of him, and Sander could cry at the fact that his brain always lets him have that.

In the days following, when he finds that he has enough energy to send Robbe little dorky, flirty texts throughout the day, such as Bella woke me up with wet, sloppy kisses. Wish it was you or when you’re in the mood for a snack but you’re not there💔  with an attached photo of himself pouting at the open fridge, he knows that the darkness in his chest and brain is releasing its hold and taking flight.

[sweeterthankarma]

me: I’m gonna write a small little fic for Sander’s birthday, I have lots of other stuff to do so it can’t be anything too crazy!

also me: is awake at 3 am with 2k words and counting