#WHO IS THE ONE FEEDING HIM THE WATER?? NACE????

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has this gif made it to tumblr yet? because 👁️👁️ umazane mislies are being mislied

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Time for more

Fics I'll never write

Nace is a new vet in a small town and has been called out to attend a little farm in the hills.

He's been warned the guy who lives there is weird, reclusive.

But he'll be fine. He can have this animal treated and head back to town long before the big storm rolls in.

Except oh no! The cow was super ill and by the time she's treated, everyone is sweaty and dirty and the sky is dark, it's starting to rain already.

Tension has been high but Nace has just saved Jan's cow. The least he can do is invite him inside until the storm clears. It'd be dangerous to drive in this weather anyway.

Maybe Jan let's Nace use his shower and when he's done, there's a clean dry shirt and a cup of cocoa waiting for him. Maybe this guy isn't as bad as everyone thinks. He's kinda funny actually. And sweet. Is Nace getting a slightly fruity vibe from him? No, it can't be.

A log cabin and a crackling fire.

But the storm isn't letting up. Uh oh, looks like it's gonna be an all-nighter.

"You know, I can make up the couch for you if you don't wanna travel in the dark. No, it's no trouble. You can be on your way in the morning.

I'll just be through here. Undressed. In my room. In my bed. Where I sleep alone. Always alone."

And after a while of listening to the wind and thunder from inside the cabin...

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to... Sorry."

"It's ok. Did you need something?"

"I was just going to get a glass of water."

"Here."

And a little lingering touch and standing too close. Jan has been alone for so long, and no one in this new town even knows that Nace is gay. It's dark and they share a super slow, soft kiss, just lips.

"You know, if it's too cold on the couch, you could..."

"Oh I don't want to impose."

"It's no trouble."

In Jan's room, I need them steamy and desperate, all touch-starved and sweaty and incoherent and clinging on so tight

And in the morning the storm has cleared and it's safe for Nace to make the drive back into town. Jan thanks him for treating his cow and that's that.

Maybe a week or two later, they pass each other in a livestock feed place and just nod hello. Jan says his cow is doing well. No one else in the town knows either of them are gay.

And Nace can still taste him.

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Ummm I may have had some insomnia and written a whole thing about vampire!Bojan having trauma and angst post his adventures in captivity as discussed in other posts with @touchyourblood and @anxious-witch

under the cut with all the trigger warnings for self-harm, welp

Jan is cutting a pomegranate - oh, fond memories of writing Carpe Diem in Hamburg - and the knife catches the light. Flashes, and suddenly he's back there. Chained down, a knife flashing in the light before being buried in his stomach, his own scream echoing in his ears.

Someone is in his space and he acts on pure instinct; registers a flash of surprise that he's unrestrained, before pinning whoever it is to the wall, hand squeezing around their neck with vampire strength.

"Bojan?" the sound comes as if through water. All he knows is that he needs to keep squeezing, to kill this man, because this is the only chance he'll get. He's not going back there, not going back to the chains, even if it means blood on his hands.

"Bojan!" the sound comes louder now, and he blinks again. His captor hadn't bothered to learn his name. He blinks again, and more of reality swims into place.

it's not his captor that he has his hands on. It's Jure. Sweet, sunshine Jure, fair haired and pale skinned. The one who bruises the most, the one Bojan hates feeding from the most because it leaves the biggest, angriest bruises of all of them. Who'd obviously seen him suffering and stepped forward to help, and who's now staring at him in abject fear, pinned to the wall like a fly.

He's never seen fear in any of their eyes before. Nervousness and trepidation, sure, especially back when he was still adjusting to being a vampire and they were learning to control his urges. But never the abject, thoughtless fear that comes when your brain shuts down and all you know is a fight for survival.

That's in Jure's eyes now. They're wide, like a deer in the headlights. He's not moving, not even trying to pry Bojan's hand off, knowing what a futile endeavor it is.

He'd caused that.

He drops his hand and backs away. Nace steps forward immediately, reaching out a hand to Jure, who leans against him.

"I'm sorry," he says, though words obviously aren't enough. "I'm so sorry."

Thankfully, no one reassures him that it's all fine, because it's not, thank you very much.

"oh god, I'm really the monster he said I was. The one who was always going to hurt someone one day."

"Bojan - " Jan begins.

"I have to go. You're safer with me as far away as possible." And before they can protest, he's out the door, vampire-fast.

He makes some bad choices over those next few days. Drinking, drinking more than a human should be able to stand, but he's not human, is he? Wandering drunk through the streets of Ljubljana until dawn, not bothering to check traffic signals, because what does it matter if he gets hit by a car? It won't kill him anyway, although it really should.

He doesn't remember when or if he sleeps. He wanders. There's some forests involved (in the forest with his demons, ain't that hilarious). He climbs some rooftops, wondering what would happen if he just let himself fall. And fall.

No one would catch him, of course.

He doesn't feed, but, with no damage to repair, his body can last much longer without feeding.

What would happen if he just...didn't? The thought comes again whether it's like starving to death. Would his body eventually just pass out from the strain, or would vampire instincts take over? Would he hurt someone like he'd almost hurt his friends?

Maybe there are other hunters, he thinks. Others like the one who'd taken him. He wanders more dark streets, but no one asks him for a photo, no one stabs him with a syringe when he's not expecting it.

Jan finds him eventually, after about a week. Bojan can't even imagine how. Then again, Jan is a hunter. Which makes him almost laugh. He'd wanted a hunter. Well, here he is. Jan's not one to go in for torture, but maybe if Bojan asked, he'd put him out of his misery....

They're in an alleyway, a dead end that Jan had followed him into. (cornered him into?) Bojan hadn't exactly been watching where he was going, hadn't cared. And now he's corned like prey. Unless of course he were willing to hurt Jan.

He'd rather die.

"Why are you here?" he asks, skipping over how'd you find me?

Perhaps Jan saw reason and came to put him out of his misery, as well he should.

"I'm here to bring you home."

Bojan blinks, because he hadn't expected that. Part of him had hoped for it, maybe, but also hadn't really dared to hope for it.

"You know why that can't happen," he says." I'm a danger to you. The hunter was right. I'm a monster, and one day I'm going to slip."

Jan shakes his head and pulls out a knife. Bojan watches the movement without concern - until Jan moves to slice his own wrist.

"what are you - don't - " Bojan sputters in confusion.

Jan holds out his bleeding wrist and Bojan closes his eyes, backs away. He can smell the blood from feet away, warm and luscious, the need to feed made better because it smells of Jan. His senses heighten even further, and he can hear Jan's blood pumping, pumping, as it beads at his wrist.

"you want it, don't you?" Jan tempts. "I'm guessing you haven't fed since we last saw you. You wouldn't have." And of course Jan knows him well enough to know that.

"Why are you doing this?" Bojan asks. "You should know how dangerous this is." He tries to back away even further, hits a wall.

Right. They're in a dead end. The one Jan had backed him into. And Jan is coming closer now, closing the distance between them.

"You want it," he says calmly, like he's not offering blood to a predator. "Your instincts are screaming at you. But you haven't moved."

"Don't" - Bojan is panicked now, because Jan is right there. His blood is right there, filling all his senses.

"I can tell how much you want to," Jan says. "But you're fighting it, because you're not a monster. That - that man is the monster."

Bojan shakes his head in protest. "You saw Jure's bruises -"

"They're healed now, which you'd know if you'd been home in the past week. He misses you, actually. So do the rest of us."

They want him back? All of them?

The shock must be clear on his face, because Jan adds, "besides, it's not you being a vampire that hurt Jure. It's trauma. That happens to humans too, you know. But we're your friends. We want to help you."

Jan's bleeding wrist is still in front of him, forgotten as Bojan processes that information.

They don't hate him. Jure hasn't fled the country in fear. They want him home.

"On one condition," he says.

"What?" Jan asks warily, and Bojan can't blame him.

"If I try to hurt one of you again, you stop me. I don't care how, I don't care if you have to hurt me, you do it."

And yeah, Jan doesn't look happy about it. But he says "okay," and so Bojan follows him home like a lost puppy. At their door, he waits behind Jan with trepidation, wondering what welcome he'll receive. Awkward silence? Stilted helloes? Will they avoid him?

Before he can spiral, the door opens and they're going inside. The others jump up from the couches where they'd clearly been waiting and make a beeline for them. Bojan freezes, wondering if he's allowed to hug them. He's missed them so much, but do they even want his touch?

The problem is solved when Nace and Kris wrap their arms around him, with Jan joining in from behind.

"we missed you," they say.

Jure is last. Bojan gives him a panicked glance, wondering if he's supposed to say something. Apologize again? Jan is right, though. At least the bruises have healed on his pale skin.

Then Jure falls into a hug with him. Somewhat warily at first, and he can tell Jan is watching them carefully. He's comforted by the thought. He ruffles Jure's hair, feels Jure smile against his shoulder.

He's never been more stunned in his life.

"You guys really wanted me back?" he asks.

Kris, characteristically, calls him an idiot. Jure gives him a half-hug. "Of course we did," Jan says from behind him. "We missed our charismatic frontman."

and god, he's missed them so much. He goes for another hug, holds them close (but not too close, he doesn't want to accidentally break a rib). Wants to bury his face in their skin, but remembers that he hasn't fed in a week and that's a bad idea.

"So...movie night?" Nace suggests.

They watch something stupid. Something that's not a vampire movie, and something with no torture scenes. Perhaps High School Musical, taking turns singing along to it? Bojan cuddles with Jan (the one he feels safest with in the sense that Jan is the most skilled at taking him out probably). Tries to ignore how hungry he is, and how tempted he is.

It doesn't get past Jan. It never does. "After," he whispers, ruffling his hair, and Bojan is glad. He can't do it here, in front of the rest of them. Even though he's done it dozens of times before, feeding from a freely offered wrist with a movie in the background, but right now he just can't.

So, after, in his bedroom, Jan offers quietly. "I know you haven't fed," he says. "And I know you don't want to, but you have to." He doesn't need to spell out why Bojan has to. What happens if he doesn't.

"If I hurt you, stop me however you need to. Promise me."

Jan smiles. "In the past you've understood words just fine."

"Promise me." Jan sighs, but promises, and Bojan gingerly takes the offered wrist. The one Jan had sliced open earlier. The blood had barely stopped. It pulses just beneath the surface, and it's a relief to let his fangs out and bite.

And oh, it's so sweet. The way water tastes to a man in the desert and whatnot, but also, he's always loved the taste of his bandmates' blood. Not that he's drunk any other, but he's always thought theirs tastes particularly good. It tastes like home.

He pulls away long before he wants to and meets Jan's suspicious gaze. "That's not enough. Drink."

Bojan doesn't argue. He drinks. Jan will stop him if he has to. He promised. His friends keep their promises. With that reassurance, he lets himself keep going, until he hears his name, the warning in Jan's voice.

He pulls away immediately.

"See? No violence necessary," Jan says, taking out the bandages that they have stocked in every room of the house.

"Let me," Bojan offers. He's well-trained in this, putting pressure on the wound, then binding Jan's wrist with infinite gentleness, stroking his knuckles.

"Thank you," he says. "Really."

"You'd do the same for us," Jan says, and it's true. Bojan would do anything for them. Why can't he accept that they'd do it for him?

....and that's the scene. Not included is that one of them, probably Bojan, suggests that Jan teaches the rest of them how to fight him off, in case anything goes wrong and Jan isn't there. And they also have a nice long discussion about Bojan's triggers so they can avoid them. But that's for another post.

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My and @touchyourblood's vampire AU has now started spawning AUs of its own, and I think it's about time for a post about one of the storylines we've been spitballing over chat for the past few weeks (the following is a combination of my writing and hers).

In this one, Bojan is a vampire, Jan comes from a family of hunters and especially hates vampires/thinks they're monsters because when he was young a vampire fed on and almost killed his brother/mother/best friend/whoever. He originally joins the band to spy on Bojan, learn more about vampires, and then, once he finds proof that he's a monster (he's sure it's a question of if, not when), kill him. (For this to work Martin would have to be a guitar player who leaves to be replaced by Jan, just go with it). But, of course, things don't unfold as predicted...

Jan is wary at first, of course. He's entirely convinced that if Kris, Jure, and Nace know about the vampire thing and stick around, it's because Bojan has kept them around with promises of immortality, fame, or threats. As far as he's concerned, Martin has "escaped." And he wants to badly to make a contribution to hunter knowledge, to discover something new and useful, before ridding the world of this monster.

So he watches every interaction carefully. He tries to provoke Bojan sometimes, seeing if it might make him snap and reveal his true nature. He sees the camaraderie and trust between the other band members and doesn't understand it. They playfully insult him, disagree with him, and he never loses his temper or tries to assert his dominance. Instead, he's always there for his friends, supporting them, comforting them - and extending the same courtesy to Jan.

One time, one of them tosses Bojan over his shoulder to "force" him to go somewhere (boring interview?) and Jan expects him to turn violent or at least aggressive in some way, but Bojan just whines and pouts. He waits and waits for there to be some repercussions but nothing ever comes, Bojan seems to forget all about it like it was just some typical thing (it was).

Bojan, dramatic and brooding, often goes out late at night and wanders Ljubljana. Unable to sleep, trying to come to terms with his vampire reality, or just lost in thought. Jan follows him, expecting to catch him feeding at least once. After all, there are plenty of people on the streets late at night that no one would miss. It'd be very easy for Bojan to just take. But he never does.

One night, they come across a couple of super drunk girls stumbling home from a club. A perfect target, and when Bojan comes up to them Jan is on his guard, ready to defend them, thinking he finally has proof, but Bojan just gets them a cab because they're too drunk to get home.

At one point, he walks backstage and finds Bojan with an unconscious female fan. He's ready to spring into action, but no, the girl was just feeling unwell so Bojan took her backstage so she could lie down. He's fetching her water and helping her drink it, comforting her, asking if she's here alone, if there's anyone he can call, brushing her off when she bats her eyelashes and asks "whatever can I do to thank you?" "Oh good," he says when he sees Jan. "Can you get Kris and help find her friend? She should be somewhere in the audience." Stunned, Jan does.

He spies on one of Bojan's calls with Martin, who expresses concern that he's not feeding enough and that having to hide his secret from "the new guy" when they're basically together 24/7 isn't healthy for him. And he spies on Bojan feeding on Kris (the three other band members take turns). Bojan is resisting, hating hurting his friend, even if his friend is willing, while Kris tries to convince him he needs to feed. Bojan is careful as he bites a wrist, and stops....rather quickly, and on his own. That can't have been enough sustenance, and Kris seems to agree. "You didn't take enough," he reproaches.

"It's enough for now," Bojan says. "Here, rest." He binds his wrist oh-so-carefully, brings him some juice and a high-calorie snack.

And slowly, Jan comes to realize that Bojan is completely different from what he thought. That his first encounter with a vampire may have been with a monstrous predator, but that not every vampire is like that. He comes to think of him as a friend, even, and to trust him.

And so, one night, when Bojan is out, wandering the city, Jan follows him and Bojan finally lets Jan know that he knows he's being followed. He's sitting on top of a fountain, feet in the water, looking up at the Ljubljana castle and the moon and thinking.

"How long are you gonna keep following me?" he asks.

"Until I figure out what you're actually up to" Jan says, which isn't untrue. He hasn't seen Bojan feed once, but there must be a reason he's wandering the town almost very night.

Bojan shrugs. "Insomnia. worries. Thought that keep me up"

"about what?" jan pushes, wondering if bojan has killed. if that's what keeps him up at night. if he's fleeing from bad memories

"letting people down. failing at the things that are important to me. being alone."

All of which feels very familiar to Jan. In this moment, more than any other, he sees Bojan as painfully human. Flawed and scared and not an all-powerful predator. And this is when he drops the truth bomb that he knows what Bojan is. He explains it away as "I saw a vampire feed on a family member when I was young so I believe in them," which isn't untrue. And then he comes up to join Bojan where he's sitting.

"You sure you want to get so close to someone so deadly?" Bojan says. "No one around to hear you scream."

"I think I'm in the safest place in Ljubljana, actually," Jan replies, leaning his head on Bojan's shoulder and dangling his feet in the same fountain.

"how's that?" Bojan asks.

"well, you are the deadliest thing around, but you also strike me as someone who'd never let someone hurt those he cares about," Jan says.

Bojan nods. "No one but me," he says sadly. "I get to hurt them regularly."

"They agreed to it, didn't they?" Jan points out. "It's their choice."

"Yeah," Bojan says. "Even convinced me to complete the transformation, when I was turned."

"Huh?" This is a part of vampire lore Jan isn't familiar with.

"Oh, right." Bojan seems to remember that. "When you get turned, you have a day to feed and complete your transformation, or you die. I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. Be a predator, hurt people for the rest of my existence. But Kris and Jure and Martin were there. They convinced me, told me we'd figure it out together. Helped me learn to control myself."

And - oh. Jan had never realized it was a choice. A choice between life and death, granted, but a choice nonetheless. And Bojan hadn't wanted to choose this.

He feels like he seems both vampires and Bojan in a new light. How could he ever have considered that this man is a monster, a predator? It's not a boon, it's a curse that was forced on him, this half-life or death.

But Bojan doesn't know Jan is a hunter, or why he joined the band. So many secrets between them...