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[punanenmarli]

tuu mun luo by punanenmarli & harmaanoita

Rating: T Word count: 11,600 Tags: Bojan is an idiot, Angst, Jealousy, Fluff, Non-Chronological, Idiots in love

Summary: It's the morning after Eurodisko, and Bojan wakes up alone in their hotel room, Jere nowhere to be found. Bojan comes to the only logical conclusion - he's made Jere disappear. or, the one where Bojan does magic again and fucks up royally.

[da-proti-toku-grem]

hii, could I get some bo(jan)2 or janjure smut from your bookmarks? 👀

Send something into my inbox and I'll recommend you a fic from my bookmarks!

You can have both nonny <3

universes out of bitten lips by @xianvar (rated E, multi-chapter, completed)

Caught up in his heartache over Jere, Bojan finds solace in fucking Jan. Which is fine. After all, Jan is fucking him to forget about Nace. And yet somewhere in this mess, they actually find each other – properly.

I could be your Girlfriend (for the weekend) by @madrabit (rated E, multi-chapter, ongoing)

The one in which Bojan is a chronic overthinker and Jan doesn't mind too much for once. (Or Bojan dressing up for Jan).

Warming up by @hazzybat (rated M, one-shot)

Bojan makes Christmas cookies and Jan is of no help at all

A Taste of Pineapple by @meerkatmayhem (rated E, one-shot)

Jure and Jan appreciating a can of ananaslonkero and each other.

Second Most Likely: Jure by @electron-road-suspect (rated E, one-shot)

“Like my nature shots from last weekend, do you?” Jan’s eyes dart up, and he gives Jure a sardonic look. “Yeah. Nature, sure. Only you would take nudes while up a tree.” Jure meets Jan’s sardonic look with one of his own. “Oh, so that’s the one you liked.” Jan doesn’t deny it, just makes another grunting noise, which - huh, thinks Jure. That’s very interesting.

Temptation of the flesh by anonymous (rated E, one-shot)

Jan had felt his eyes on him the moment they left the stage. No, screw that, he had felt those blue eyes burning into his back throughout the whole concert, making Jan loose himself into the music even more, allowing himself to slip under, a grin on his face, knowing what was about to come.

not a morning person. by SoareleSiLuna (rated M, one-shot)

Only a black cat can understand an orange cat. They're from the same species, after all. And that's why Jan is sent on the band's hardest mission yet: Waking Jure up. In which Jan, once again, forgets what he had to do in the first place.

[harmaanoita-deactivated20251103]

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

Mie ja @punanenmarli palloteltiin taas yhtä yhteistä aivosoluamme.

Kiitos ja anteeksi, @frikatilhi ❤️

[pienimehilainen]

Letters I'll Never Send

First letter

Jere

I've decided to start writing you letters. I don't think I'll ever send a single one of these. I don't think I'll ever have the courage. But I need to get these words out, process them and write them down, so...

I thought about writing you a song. Songs. Songs about you. But I don't think I'm ready to be seen like that, by the guys. I mean, I think they know... But I'm not ready for us all to know what we know. You know?

But if I’m honest, you’re already in so many of my songs. Did you know that?

I hope you had a good midsummer. It looked like it, on your social media. And in the photos you sent me.

You said you wished I was there. Part of me wishes for that too. The part of me that imagines you and me together, always. The part that already lives a life in love with you, the part that in some other world found it in himself to confess. That part wishes I was there, laughing and dancing with you. Kissing you as we watch the sunset.

Another part of me is glad I'm not there. It's the part of me that knows we'll never be the way I wish we could be. That part needs space, needs time away from you. That part needs to heal in between every time I see you.

That part would have spent the night throwing glances your way, hoping no-one would notice. That part would have eventually inched his way closer to you. Too close. That part would have tortured me by finding reasons to hug you, to pull you close. That part would have inhaled your scent and remembered it later, alone in bed.

We don't celebrate midsummer here the way you do. I didn't have a special weekend like that. But this time a year from now I will. I want to share it with you.

There are so many things I want to share with you.

Can I? Should I?

A year from now I want to have clarity. A year from now I want to look at you and I want the different parts of me to have become one. A year from now I want to either have you or be over you.

Which one do you think it will be?

I feel safe asking you that here. You'll never read this.

Bojan

[meerkatmayhem]

One Year of Joker Out fanfiction - part quatre!

Time for my fourth published Joker Out related work, and my first ever bojere fic. I'm a Joker Out fan first, and a casual enjoyer of Käärijä second. When erasedjanna on ao3 published a fic inspired by the absolute tease Käärijä was in the Kot Kot promotion videos, I jokingly told her I would write the sequel if she wasn't doing it.

She told me to do it, and that's how the fic came to be! I rarely back down a challenge, which is why I semi-seriously refer to Takavoltti as the perfect description of my writing style.

"Under the bathroom lights"

Under the bathroom lights is the direct sequel to Janna's "Under the purple lights" fic, and is my first Bojan centered fic. It was the first time I collaborated with Janna for a fic, and this fic spawned into a whole series that completes each other. At the time I wrote "bathroom lights" I thought it would just be a fun one-off, but the series evolved into a much bigger thing with "Under dimmed lights" somewhere in the horizon.

Looking back, writing "Under the bathroom lights" has had a big impact on my writing as it was the beginning of something much larger that I had no idea about at the time <3 It brought me and Janna together as a team, and we're still friends over a year later!

[meerkatmayhem]

One Year of Joker Out fanfiction - Part Trois

Throwback to last spring when I wrote a Jure Maček focused fic. This was the first time I wrote something from his point of view. Jure is my favorite member of Joker Out ever since Eurovision, but I had overlooked him a bit when getting into the fanfiction part of the fandom.

"Jure Mačka"

The concept of the fic was to explore Jure through typical cat behavior, because I couldn't resist the pun. I don't have a cat of my own, but I've met a few over the years. It felt important to me to not have a romantic ship for Jure this time, focusing on platonic relationships with his bandmates. Looking back, this might have been influenced a lot by @electron-road-suspect whose Soulmate fic "The Marks on Our Skin" (link) features an aroace Jure.

All in all, my favorite chapter is the Jan one. This fic has such a fun concept, and I am still very proud of it and surprised it hadn't been done before.

More about the chapters under the cut

Chapter 1: Kris - demanding attention and affection:

The first time I wrote something that highlighted Jure and Kris. Little did I know the fic I would write later... The relationship here reflects the way I ended up writing my later fic as well. Very cute.

Chapter 2: Jan - hiding and purring:

Reading this now, I wish I would write even more about these two. They are a rare pair, even as friends, that has a lot of potential. The Jance side-plot happened by accident, as I needed to find a problem that needed a solution Jure could fix. This chapter also shows that I had started to really get into the nitty gritty of band lore, including how Jure enjoys sleeping on the tour bus.

Chapter 3: Bojan - providing food

I used to know a cat who had a habit of wanting to prove how much of a hunter they were by bringing back prey to "feed" the family they lived with. Bojan being ill all the time worked perfectly with this, and there was an opportunity for Jure to also show that he's been in the music business for a long time.

Chapter 4: Nace - imposed self-care day

I remember that this chapter was less obvious than the other chapters. I had the image of a mother cat looking after her kittens, even if the kittens weren't really having it, in mind. But how to translate this into something Nace related? Cue Nace's mullet! rip Nace's mullet, you were beautiful. This also worked well to continue the Jance side plot and tie it up.

Chapter 5: Everyone - Turning the tables on Jure

My favorite trivia from Jure's tour of the tour bus was that Jure hoards the plushies the band gets as gifts. I had to spend some time to try and understand the layout of the rehearsal space for this chapter. Which turned out to be really useful later as well. The rehearsal space is in my head Jure's territory, a place he built himself, and we know now that Jure spends a lot of time there whenever the band are in Slovenia.

[sportspuckball]

writing prompt: Matthew is a hockey player but Leon is not and instead works on the team as a nutritionalist and gets all grouchy at Matthew eating stuff he shouldn't and they snipe and flirt at each other over it

My fics always include Long Suffering Besties/Siblings - this time it's Sasha's turn

~*~

“What?” Matthew snapped at Sasha. 

“He’s just doing his job,” Sasha replied calmly. 

“He doesn’t have to be such a dick about it,” Matthew grumbled and shoveled some (perfectly cooked, fuck him so much) salmon into his mouth. 

Sasha snorted. “Pot, kettle. That’s the saying, right?” 

“You know it’s the saying, you’ve been here for a fucking decade or whatever,” Matthew gritted out. 

“He saw you with an entire bag of jellybeans, Matthew,” Sasha pointed out. “Which is two days after he noticed that you threw out the protein powder he’d laid out for you, which is a week after you filled out your dietary request form and included burgers, which I happen to know you hate. That’s why he’s a dick about it, because you are, too.” 

“Marsha was fine, great even, amazing, why did we have to get a whole new chef in the middle of the season and why did he decide to make me his personal fucking project?” Matthew asked. Whom, he wasn’t sure. The universe?  

“Because if you would fucking listen to me, you’ll literally be able to breathe easier.” 

Matthew looked up to see the Panthers new Head of Nutrition (chef) Leon Draisaitl leaning over him being all large, and menacing, and large. Jesus, he is built like a fridge. The Insta comments were not wrong.

“I breathe fine,” Matthew said. “No one is upset with my breathing.”

“Your pulmonary tests say different, 19,” Leon spat out. “I know everyone is claiming you recovered fine from that fucking shit show in Vegas, but –”

“My name is Matthew,” Matthew snapped, “or Chucky if you’re feeling overly friendly.” 

Something passed over Leon’s face and it looked like Matthew won a small victory, because he nodded. “Fine, Matthew, you need to eat kale, and beets, and pumpkin and I’d really like if you considered eating a fruit that wasn’t in juice form.” 

Matthew took a deep breath and summoned every inch of the midwestern oldest son he had in him. “Fine, okay. I give in. Feed me whatever you want here and I’ll be a good boy and behave.”

Okay, so maybe not the level his mother would have liked him to achieve, but still. 

“Great, what about at home. Do you have a chef?” 

Matthew barked out a laugh. “No, bro, I have meal kits.” 

Leon dramatically huffed and Matthew thought he heard elite athletes with bricks for brains but couldn't be sure. “Then i’m going shopping with you to show you what to do when you’re at home.”

Matthew could think of a few things he’d like better – salsa dancing on the sun, sliding down a banister covered in barbed wire and landing in a vat of vinegar, having one of Ovi’s slapshots hit him in the nuts – but he also knew he had no choice. “Fine,” he sighed. “I have two more physio cycles, and then I’ll come get you and we can go to Publix.” 

Leon nodded and stalked away. 

Sasha got up really quickly and Matthew pulled him back down. “Where are you off to?”

“I want Alison to be there with her cameras because you two killing each other in the produce section might win her some sort of social media award,” Sasha grinned. 

Matthew put his head down on the table and let out a loud groan. What had he gotten himself into? 

~*~

I'm having so much fun with these - feel free to keep prompting me whenever! And to head over to Ao3 and make sure you're subscribed because I cannot tell you when any of these will manifest in actual fics.

[sportspuckball]

Posted on Ao3 - about 7k later, I finished Matthew's thirsting.

Eating My Words

(~7k, M)

[frikatilhi]

hiii i'm a bit of a rookie still with reading bojere fics but i really love yours, like your style is just incredible! soo i was wondering if you have any recs maybe..? 👀 any fics/authors you really like?

Oh, do I have any recs?

Sorry this took a while, but I wanted to hunt down rec lists for you, so here are a few by me and many others:

here here here here here here here

When you find a fic you like, you click to that author's page and go to town!

As you can see, a lot of the same stories gets recced a lot, so I put together one more list of newer/lesser known stuff. But I'm notoriously bad at keeping tabs of what I've read and loved, so I'm so sorry for all the great ones that never get mentioned 😭

(These are all in English, but if anyone wants to read in Finnish then run to Stella_Aella, erasedjanna and Odus on ao3 (to name a few!))

lovefool by @punanenmarli, fanboy Jere and rockstar Bojan

I'm lost in search for you by @saffei, timeline magical shenaningans that take your breath away

Signs of love (that I walked past) by @saffei, instant classic with the dumbest boys ever

Easy by @seokoilua, the best Bojan as always. summer cabin fic, so atmospheric

jos sulla on toinen by @tinymehilainen, Lapland vacation with misunderstandings and pining

ota vielä yks yö lainaa by @ddarkcrown, summer cabin smut

I'd Stop the World to Melt With You by @dragon0blood, time loop to die for

your (Lust for Life) has gone away by @mitochondriencocktail, outer space & tentacles, no but really this is stunning

In the dark, softly. by @cinder-rose, magical (multiple pairings)

Leaked nudes by @electron-road-suspect, crack fic galore (multiple pairins)

Memento Mori by mrdesperation, just in case someone has forgot this classic

Uhhh that's a lot of AUs, not on purpose!

[alltimecharlo]

The Promised Land ‎✵

- A Will Smith/Macklin Celebrini fic

At the 2023 NHL Draft, Will Smith of Boston College is drafted 4th overall… by the Los Angeles Kings.

Main tags: Alternate Universe, Coming of Age, Rivalry, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Length: 107k - completed + posting daily (strap in!!! ♡)

[alltimecharlo]

(Last) Chapter 14 is up!! ♡

-> if you’ve been waiting for this fic to be completed to read, now’s your time!!! all chapters are now uploaded 😁

-> a huggggge thank you to everyone who’s been following this fic and commenting!! 💗🥹

[vse-kar-vem]

companion art for the way to a man's heart... by @fruitybashir for the @jokeroutbigbang!! this fic is the cutest bokris florist x baker au GO READ IT NOW.

thank you so much to sophie (it was such an honor to work w u :3) and the mods for organizing!!

[fruitybashir]

...is through his stomach.

In which Bojan, having just moved back to Ljubljana, takes up a job as a florist and meets a very passionate baker on his lunch break that looks strangely familiar.

Relationship: Bojan Cvjetićanin/Kris Guštin

Word count: 13.3k

Rating: General Audiences

You can read it here!

My contribution to the Joker Out Big Bang 2025!

The amazing @vse-kar-vem created a truly incredible piece of companion art for this fic that had me grinning so wide my cheeks hurt when I first saw it, so please go show it a lot of love on tumblr and on AO3! (She also made the art for the banner! So cute!!)

[blossom-boo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Joker Out (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kris Guštin/Jan Peteh, Bojan Cvjetićanin/Nace Jordan, Kris Guštin & Nace Jordan, Nace Jordan & Jan Peteh, Damon Baker & Nace Jordan Characters: Kris Guštin, Jan Peteh, Nace Jordan, Bojan Cvjetićanin, Jure Maček, Damon Baker Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Crack Treated Seriously, Comedy, Idiots in Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Off-screen Relationship(s), off-screen sex, theyre so fucking stupid i love them so much, Gratuitous use of italics, Texting, Interior monologue Summary:

“I’m just saying, you know, ‘cause you’re close, and he’s really cute and thoughtful and smart and all, but he’s probably gonna make a girl really happy someday,” he says, like that’s a totally normal chit chat thing to say.

Nace resists the urge to shoot himself where he stands, “I walked in on you two literally giving each other handjobs in the showers in Belgrad last year.”

what it says on the tin.

[frikatilhi]

~Bojere music video concept for Lips~

Bojan is sneaking out in the morning, leaving his lover sleeping in bed. There's no clear shot of Bojan's lover's face, but it's obvious enough from the chain necklaces, rings and painted nails who it is even without showing the tattoos or the signature pottatukka. The camera follows Bojan as he gathers his clothes from where they're strewn all over the floor. The clothes are the Garden of Eden themed ones from their Eurovision staging because of the Garden of Eden mention in the lyrics, but are visibly aged with wear and tear. When Bojan picks up the clothes there are cuts to clips to the night before of how the clothes ended up on the floor, eg. when he picks up the shirt there's a clip of it being unbuttoned and pushed off of Bojan's shoulders.

The cuts keep happening as Bojan puts on the clothes. The flashbacks vary from sensual heavy petting and kissing to sweet smiles and flirty looks. Bojan running his hand over his shirt to smoothe it out mixed with how it looked when Jere's hand caressed him etc. and the "I belong with you" part gets some bittersweet slow dancing shots where Bojan hugs himself cut to him and Jere dancing together. Pepper in some tears and desperation, showing how Bojan is emotionally torn about this whole mess, reminiscing the night before with his hands but knowing he has to leave.

The emotions get more and more intense, matching the music, as the video comes to a close. The kisses become more and more desperate, the hands gripping each other's backs leaving imprints.

Video ends with Bojan slamming the door and it zooms in on Jere's eyes as he wakes up.

[negovorivavecotem]

Posted a little fluffy thing on AO3 🫶🏻

Pairing: Nace/Jan

Summary: Nace couldn’t believe his eyes. His eyes went wide and he blinked more to comprehend what he saw.

Nace sees the photos of Jan's photoshoot.

note: only for registered users 🔒

[meerkatmayhem]

One year of JO fanfiction - part Deux

Looking back, this time last year I finished my first mini-series in this fandom: the "Hidden Depths" trilogy. This was the series that brought me and @electron-road-suspect together for the first time, when I slid into Erssi's DMs and asked about possibly reading something I've written.

"Hidden Depths" started out as a character exploration of Nace, and it ended up with a Jan chapter and a special appearance from Jure. I would call it a very typical Nace focused story arc with a red thread of self-acceptance.

The first published story, "Hidden Depths" (ao3 link) is edited together from what I lovingly called the Nace trash can. Thanks to Erssi's gentle words and coaxing, the first chapter became much more coherent and matched the beat of the second chapter.

The second published story, "Behind Closed Doors", (ao3 link) was in response to how the Damon photo shoot might have gone.

The third published story that is chronologically the first, ' "Me and Nace met on Tinder" ' , (ao3 link) is my take on the throw-away line said by Jure in a Eurovision interview. I can't get enough of fics with that premise, and I consider that event canon in all my fics even if it's not explicitly stated.

[ana-chronista]

Jance 17 please :) That one sounds so cute.

Hello and thank you! I hope you enjoy this piece of fluffy ridiculousness 🤭 Drunken Love Confessions Prompts 17. "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

“Alright, just – yeah, OK, through here now –” “It’s fine, I’m not –” If Nace wasn’t busy juggling the hotel room door with one hand and a very drunk bandmate with the other, he’d definitely allow himself a moment to facepalm. As it is, he rolls his eyes and says firmly, “Just get inside, yeah?” When it had become obvious that Jan had had at least one drink too many, it had seemed like a no brainer for Nace to volunteer to take him back. He was starting to flag as it was, and knew it was the perfect excuse for him to call it a night himself. Jure and Kris were still very much in party mode and all too happy to agree, and Bojan had disappeared three hours earlier in the direction of the Finnish delegation with barely a backwards glance. Out of all of them, Jan seemed at first glance to be the easiest to handle while drunk. Whereas Bojan would grow melancholy and Kris would grow giggly, and Jure was prone to bolting at shocking speeds for someone who seemed to have forgotten how feet worked, Jan would instead be affectionate – the very definition of cuddly and pliant. Which should make it all easier, were it not for Nace’s own feelings about his friend’s apparent best impression of a climbing vine. He’s far too aware of the way one of Jan’s arms is wound tightly around his back, hand trailing clumsily across the side of his stomach, the other hand crossing over to grab a handful of Nace’s shirt as if that will help steady him. He knows he’s going to be feeling this long after Jan has let him go. The eight steps from the door to Jan’s bed take far longer than it should even for their two headed, four legged self, and relief washes over him as they finally come to a halt. “Come on, sit down –” Jan spins to face him, still unsteady enough to very much need Nace for balance. “Mmm, a big strong man to wrestle me into bed? Just what I’ve always wanted.” Despite everything – including the way he has to struggle to catch Jan, who seems to be determined to be dipped like a romantic heroine – Nace can’t help but laugh at his apparent attempt at a seductive expression. There’s something about winking that he can’t quite manage even when sober, and that amount of eyebrow waggling had never been sexy on anyone, even Jan. Slowly, gradually, he manages to deposit Jan onto the bed, prising his hands from him. He can’t just leave him for the night in this state, so he snags an empty glass from the side and goes to fill it in the bathroom. There’s a soft thump just after he turns the tap back off, and when he emerges it’s to find Jan has toppled over onto his back, lying almost like a starfish. It’s endearing, but then so much of what Jan does is endearing to him – has been, in fact, for months now. Still, he needs to make sure Jan is alright. “Come on, sit up. You need to drink this.” Jan glances over and scrunches his face in disapproval. “No.” “Jan, you have to get some water in you, you’re drunk.” "I’m not drunk!” Jan protests, shaking his head fully side to side before giving up and peering rather dizzily up at Nace. “Could a drunk person do... this?" His hands fumble towards his chest before pushing out towards Nace, before moving back in and out again. Nace shrugs, confused. "You’re not doing anything." Jan looks appalled. "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look!” Jan thumps his tangled hands against his chest, gesturing towards them with his head in a far more exaggerated motion than seems necessary. “It's my heart, Nacko!”

Nace squints a bit more than the situation really calls for. “Is it? It looks more like a potato.” Jan struggles to prop himself up on his elbows, suddenly fixing Nace with an intensely serious look that does far more to him than a simple glance from a bandmate should. He knows for a fact he’ll be filing that away with the memory of Jan’s hands on him, no matter how much of a bad idea that might be.

“You need to put your glasses on,” Jan says, then seems to pause to consider. “I mean, you always do, really. Usually just because you look extra hot when you have them on, but right now for actual eyesight issues.” There’s a sour stab in his gut that he hurries to smooth over. As reserved as he’d been when they’d first met, Jan has never been cruel to him – none of them have been – and Nace is determined not to keep living his life waiting for the past to repeat itself. Jan isn’t making fun of him. He knows that. At worst he’s paying him a genuine – if very clumsy – compliment, one friend to another; at best… Well, Nace wants to live more positively, but he has to draw the line somewhere. So instead he rolls his eyes again, smiling to soften his next words. “Maybe you need to stop talking rubbish.” “Ugh, it’s like a dagger!” Jan declares dramatically, flopping back onto his pillow with the back of his hand cast over his eyes. “Well, I’m no paramedic but I hear water is good for stab wounds. Here, drink up.” He crouches by the bed and helps Jan to heave himself back into a sitting position. Despite the face he pulls, the guitarist accepts the water and drains the glass quickly enough that he’s gasping for breath once it’s empty. Nace is just about congratulating himself on a mission well accomplished and considering his bed in the room next door when Jan’s head whips around and he finds himself pinned again by that same intense stare. “I wish you could see you like I see you, Nacko,” Jan murmurs, and then suddenly he’s trailing his fingers across Nace’s cheek. “And not just how you look. Just, like… all of you.” Nace’s breath catches in his lungs. He’s seen this kind of scene in his mind’s eye a thousand times or more since Hamburg, what had begun as just idle daydreams becoming steadily more insistent: Jan, beautiful as ever, leaning close, whispering to Nace how much he likes him, wants him, needs him. But then the moment passes, and he can see that for all Jan’s seriousness, his eyes are still unfocused. This close, he’s hit by the acrid smell of alcohol on his breath, and his hand on Nace’s face is just slightly too heavy. He catches it in his own before it can blunder into his dangling earring, lacing their fingers together firmly. “Why don’t you tell me all about it in the morning?” he says, trying to sound encouraging. The last thing he wants to do is cut off Jan’s train of thought, but they can’t do this right now, not when the power is so clearly tilted towards him. “Can’t,” Jan says mournfully. The shift in his mood his like whiplash. “You gonna forget?” Nace teases, squeezing his hand. Anything to keep things light.  Jan, however, drops his gaze, shaking his head. “I’ll be embarrassed.” It comes out at barely more than a mumble. “I’ll pretend it didn’t happen.”

He looks so sad in that moment that Nace can't help but feel sorry for him.

(And perhaps just a little hopeful for himself at the same time.) “There’s no need for that,” he reassures, ducking to catch Jan’s eye again. “You can either talk to me about it tomorrow or I’ll talk to you about it next weekend, after the final. How about that?”

For the longest moment Jan doesn't respond, but just as Nace starts to think he's said the wrong thing, there's a nod. It's small, hesitant, but a nod all the same. “OK. That… that sounds good.” Finally he meets Nace’s gaze again. There’s a different kind of seriousness about him now, all attempts at seduction gone and replaced instead by earnestness. “I won’t be drunk then.” “Exactly.” Nace smiles and presses Jan’s hand closer to his cheek for one moment before standing. Their hands stay linked all the same, but which one of them is hanging on he has no idea. “And Jan?” “Mmm?” For a moment, Nace wonders if he should just leave things as they are. Jan is still drunk, and he needs to leave the ball in his court as much as possible. But… a small word of encouragement can’t hurt, can it? He takes a deep breath. “There’s nothing to worry about, alright? When you talk to me, that is.” Any doubts he has disappear the second Jan’s face breaks into a smile again. 

“You're really kind. That's one of the reasons why I love you.” He wishes for half a second that he would allow himself to linger here, maybe even kick his shoes off and cuddle up behind Jan on the hotel bed to make sure he sticks to resting, but he just as quickly squashes it. Things wouldn’t even be awkward in the morning; they’d be awkward the second Jure stumbles in from the rest of his partying, and the last thing he wants is to make Jan feel uncomfortable and destroy any chance of their conversation. So instead he allows himself the one small compromise of tugging Jan’s hand up to lay a kiss gently on the inside of his wrist – the small, sudden intake of breath is the only reason he thinks Jan’s smile should ever have to falter – and reluctantly untangles their fingers.

“I'll see you in the morning.”

“Mm-hmm,” Jan mumbles, flopping back down onto the mattress and burrowing into the pillow. “G’night, Nacko.”

Nace can’t help but smile before he turns to make his way out of the room, hoping sleep will come to him as easily as it seems set to come to Jan. “Night, Janči.”

[helakkas]

this loving pain (chapter 2/?) Bojan looks at the profile photo of smiling Jere for a moment. The happy face, a picture taken at Eurovision, seems to taunt him. Bojan counts the seconds, wanting to reach into the image and fluff Jere’s hair. Then he presses ‘decline.’

summary: "The first time Bojan gets trouble breathing, he’s in the middle of singing Vse kar vem."

In which Bojan contracts the Hanahaki disease.

tl;dr: Bojere Hanahaki AU, so there's lots of pining and lots of angst (with a happy ending)