#this man is married bojan

[luluxa]

wanna bring this back - Bojan trying to flirt with Jan but scattering away the moment Nace comes over lmao

full video by soizoukoi

[nyx-aira]

Me every time there is new vampire!bojan content:

Hi, hello, politely begging for any tidbit of Vampire!Bojan if you have any to spare?

<3

Nonnie congratulations this made me copy a bunch of things out of the chat in which @touchyourblood and I had been spitballing and turn them into actual paragraphs so really I gotta say thank you

I had to give some thought to which bit to share with you, but I think I've finally picked one. The setup for it is a bit convoluted, but in essence, Bojan is a vampire (ha) and protector of his domain - some part of Slovenia - who keeps the local residents safe from all kinds of monsters. In return for this protection, he is offered a spouse by the local hunter family - a human he can feed on, and who, according to the vows, essentially belongs to him. Cue Jan, coming from a storied hunter family, married off to Bojan in essentially an arranged marriage.

Jan, who was allowed by Bojan to perform at the local pub and caught the attention of another man while doing it....

the next thing he knows, Bojan is there. Eyes red, anger and possessiveness equally mixed.

“Are you sure you want to be flirting with my husband?" he asks menacingly.

The guy makes himself scared with a speed that rivals that of vampires.

"I didn't encourage him, I swear,” Jan rushes to say. “I told him I was married, but he wouldn't go away." It’s a feeble excuse, he knows. He was up here, the center of attention. He remembers picking his outfit, thinking this shirt is a particularly good color on him, the cut especially sexy. And everyone knows vampires are possessive. He half expects Bojan grab him then and there and bite him, mark possession on his skin. Nobody would say a word.

But all Bojan says, softly, is “let’s go home.”

He can feel the glances on him, too. Some angry or disappointed – Bojan is their protector, after all, and Jan has disappointed him. Others are pitying, likely imagining what’s in store for him tonight and coming to the worst conclusions. And for all Jan knows, they might not be wrong.

The walk is silent, Jan keeping pace with Bojan. He guesses Bojan wants privacy for whatever comes next, and he’s grateful for it. But Bojan doesn’t say a word when they arrive home, either, beyond wishing him goodnight.

Still, Jan knows what he has to do. He gets ready for bed as he does every night, wearing a shirt that offers easy access, brushes his hair back from his neck as he lies down, and waits.

When Bojan comes to him – silent, a shadow in the shadows – there’s none of his usual soft words and gentle touches. He’s simply there, and in the blink of an eye, he pounces, Jan pinned beneath him. His eyes are red (how are they red in the darkness?), fangs visible, and Jan’s heart thunders as he stares up at the man he’s married to.

He stays still with an effort of willpower.

“You’re mine,” Bojan growls.

“Yours. I swear,” Jan agrees. “Always.”

When Bojan bites, it’s like he’s staking a claim. There’s no precision in the way he pierces the skin or restraint in the way he drinks. Jan’s wrists are pinned, a vice-like grip he couldn’t get out of even with hunter training, and he has to force himself not to struggle against it. To lie still and allow Bojan to drink mouthful after mouthful, wondering when he’ll stop. If he’ll still be conscious when he does.

When Bojan withdraws, he doesn’t lick the wound closed. Jan looks up through the haze of blood loss to see his fangs still out, blood dripping from his lips, matching the redness of his eyes. The darkness of the room, lit only by beams of moonlight, sharpens the contrast of light and shadow into a psychedelic

He looks monstrous, and Jan truly understands for the first time exactly who he’s married to.

The next second, Bojan’s gone, as fast as he came. Jan is alone, bleeding onto the sheets and trembling.

Why is he so frightened? He’s no more hurt than any other time Bojan’s fed on him. Really, by the standards of their marriage, he’s unharmed, and Bojan is a vampire.

And yet it still takes him hours to fall into a fitful sleep.

[anxious-witch]

Okay part two on Bojan's photoshoot analysis. Part one is here, so without further ado, let's get started.

As always these are entirety subjective and my own opinion, you are free to disagree and add on your thoughts as long as you aren't being a dick about it

Starting off strong, we have Bojan, only in his underwear, smoking a cigaratte and looking into the camera.

His face is tortured, and he is smoking, implying once again, that he needs something to keep his feeling, his anxiety at bay. But you can still see his inner turmoil on his face.

His pose is more relaxed than I'd expect, though. He isn't flexing and despite being in only his underwear, his pose isn't drawing attention to his body. In that moment, he is vulnerable enough to expose it, and letting it be soft and real. Although his face makes me feel like this is due to exhaustion rather than true show of trust.

The flowers in the corner are very interesting too. Thank you to @theraggedygirl11 and @wild-joker-out-pleasures for helping me identify them as hydrangeas. I think this particular bit is very symbolic for Bojan here:

"The etymological meaning of hydrangea stems from the Greek words for water, hydros and jar, angos. It was given to the plant because of its shape resembling an ancient water pitcher. How fitting, since hydrangeas require constant moisture to stay happy, healthy and blooming.

While everyone seems to agree that hydrangea care includes a lot of watering, the symbolism of the flowers varies drastically between cultures. In Japan, the flower is associated with heartfelt emotion, understanding and apology. The Japanese emperor apparently made a lasting impression not only on his girlfriend’s family but also the rest of his empire. The hydrangea can further symbolize unity and togetherness.

Contrastingly, hydrangeas have a negative sentiment in Europe where they were used to declare arrogance and boastfulness. This association is based on the ability of the plant to produce many flowers but very few seeds. English men in the 1800s used to send hydrangeas to women who rejected them, accusing them of frigidity. Thanks to the Victorian men’s poor attitude and lack of empathy, it is believed that young women who grow hydrangeas in their front yard will never get married. In other words: if you’ve been unlucky in finding a partner, maybe you should check your grounds for hydrangeas."

And man, what a message to send! Once again, Damon plays with the duality of Bojan. Is he someone boastful, a playboy who cares about nobody, like so many people perceive him? Or is he heartfeal, and full of emotion?

Also to have a flower that needs constant water to bloom next to a man whose element in this photoshoot is fire? God, Damon, I am in your walls.

In all seriousness tho, Damon is very much not subtly implying that Bojan need to keep himself nourished on things that make him bloom, or he will burn out.

This fuether repeats here. I already analyzed these photos in a previous part, but with this quote it confirms my above statement. Don't let your anxiety and expectations of others break your heart. You are allowed to be fragile and vulnerable. You have to be, or you'll get burned.

God, these three. To start from the top one, once again we have a more rugged look from Bojan. I am not sure if he is wearing makeup, or if it's the light, but it looks like there is thick, black eyeliner framing his eyes. We also have spikes and a leather shirt. His arms are in a very boxy position, his hands behind his head and he is looking directly into the camera.

This pose actually reminds me of the pose one has to do before being arrested in the movies. Literally holding his hands behind his head. The defiant look on his face. Like he is surrendering, but it's against his will, he is still protesting this show of vulnerability. His defiant gaze seems almost taunting, almost asking if we are entertained by what we are seeing.

Also I know a lot of people said the addition of Slovenian flag feels random and goofy, but I'd say this shows how in a way, Bojan is carrying that weight of now forever representing Slovenia. They went to ESC, but Bojan never fully went back. He can't-now they are forever tied as a band that represents the country.

And that isn't a bad thing, but it's a pressure on his shoulders, a need to keep up the facade of a tough playboy everyone seems to want him to be.

Immediately followed by the picture on the bottom left. A literal scream, resembling the picture The Scream by Edvard Munch, which @reverse-strawberry-milk already pointed out. The weight of his emotions caught up to him, you can practically hear his torture scream here, the facade crumbling completely.

And then, a completely switch in the picture three. He is soft, trusting. Open. One of his eyes is even closed. He doesn't have to be fully focused on the camera. He doesn't have to play it up for the invisible crowd, he can just relax.

And at last, these last three. First two play up with the elements we previously saw, first one show duality of Bojan's soft expression with such a rugged outfit, calling back to the broken hearted belt and fragility he feels he is destined to hide behind countless layers.

Second one features a cigarette again. Fire is dangerous, but so enticing, just as cigarettes are. How far are you willing to destroy and poison yourself to be entertaining? How much are you willing to burn out, to keep reaching out fir cigarettes to calm you, before you have to take a break and find a healthier way to deal with your anxiety?

Last one, an even fuller, better version of the soft picture from part one. He is wearing soft jumper Damon borrowed him, the one he feels safe in. This is not a face of someone who had a mental breakdown just moments before like in the black and white picture, no. This is full circle. Acceptance and healing. It's in color because Damon didn't want any harsh lines here, which happen in black and white even when the face is smoothed out.

No-this one is fully for Bojan to see himself in the best way he can be. Soft and trusting. "Promise me something? I'll keep creating for you and I. But you have to also. Go create. No boundaries. Let it all out."

What a way to show all that! Let it all out. All the anger, despair, anxiety, expectations. Because there is always softness underneath all that. When you strip all of it, what is left, but you?

Anyway, I got a bit carried away there at the end, my bad, but I genuinely adore the subtle storytelling Damon does via his photos. I love that Kris has a lot more separate headshots, while Bojan has several pictures all at once. Once again, a hint towards someone showing openness vs someone being torn between two possible versions of themselves.

As always, if you have ajy additional thoughts, feel free to add them, I love hearing other peoole's opiniom on this!

[sister-pianist-chan]

I fucking screamed at work and scared the shit out of my students xD

Not Nace liking @luluxa latest work, i need a moment.

[saucyjothoughts]

💜Miha being Bojan’s gay awakening when he was a preteen. This was the read of wanting to befriend with Kris so he could be close to his crush. Bojan obviously knew that he had no chance with Miha for a number of reasons. 1, Bojan being underaged. 2, Miha seeing him more as a fan and later as a son. 3, Miha is straight and in a loving and happy marriage.

As Bojan became older he stated to think he had a crush on Miha because he couldn’t differentiate between looking up at Miha as a role model and having romantic feelings for him. (He knew that this was a lie but it made him feel less guilty about being attracted to his best friend’s father.)

When Bojan is in his 20s and hanging out at the Guštin household Miha realises two things. 1, he isn’t as straight as he thought. 2, he fancies his son’s best friend.

It was obvious to him that Bojan liked him more than a father figure when he was younger. Does Bojan still have this kind of feelings?

Wow, the idea of Bojan befriending Kris just to get closer to Gusti? Does Kris ever find out (and is he heartbroken!?)

The transition of Miha thinking "this kid has a silly little crush on me, how cute. I mustn't encourage him" to "oh shit, he's hot" as Bojan grows up!

What does Chantal think of all this?

Does Miha keep his dirty thoughts a secret from her, the taboo of infidelity making it even more exciting? Or perhaps they have an "arrangement"?

Bojan: but of course a married man never thinks of straying away.

Miha: actually lots of couples are more open than you might think.

Bojan: ...

Miha: Chantal and I, for example, have certain agreements.

Bojan: interesting.

Miha: that doesn't mean it's ok for you to try to seduce my wife, kiddo.

Bojan: that wasn't exactly what I was thinking.

[sparkles-oflight]

A sem ti Povedal

Hi everyone!! Final chapter of my fanfic universe (big finally haha).

I loved every single bit of this, but it was time to end ^^'

I want to do the Sailor Moon AU so badly lol. And if you don't know anything about Sailor Moon, don't worry, I made most of my AU up so you can still enjoy it without watching the show :)

Now without further ado... Les get into it.

Synopsis: Have you asked how they were doing today? Have you kissed them or hugged them? Have you ever told them that you love the way they smell? Everyone… this is A sem ti povedal. - Jan and Nace wedding celebration party

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Bojan looked over to his side. Kris was lying down on the green grass next to him. His hair was neatly cut, his face clean shaved and fully relaxed. He looked beautiful. Although, if you asked Bojan, he’d have preferred plucking each strand of hair off his chin with his teeth himself. It would have been much more fun than Kris using the razor.

He was suddenly met with blue eyes looking at him.

- What? – the guitarist asked.

- Nothing. – he giggled.

- What are you thinking about?

- I’m the luckiest man in the whole world. Just… just look at you!

- What about me?

- I feel like I could fall for you all over again each time you look at me with those eyes.

- You are cheesy. – Kris smiled – Save that for later.

- Oh, I have a lot of things I’d like to say to you once you are off the tuxedo.

The sound of metal hitting glass stopped their conversation. They turned to look at who made that sound, Jure.

- Okay, lovebirds, this is not your wedding that we are celebrating. – he smiled – I’d like to make a speech before I get drunk.

Jure cleared his throat and took out a piece of paper.

- I don’t usually talk much, but you know when I do, I mean it. Today, we are celebrating the wedding of two of my best friends. Jan, Nace, you guys are my best friends. Joker Out brought us together and it made me fall in love with music and traveling in a way I never thought it would.

Bojan lay his head next to Kris, and he kissed him on the temple. Indeed, Joker Out brought them all together. It felt almost as if destiny itself was telling them to keep doing what they loved because that’s where they’d find home—in each other.

- I’d tell you stories of me and Jan before Nace, or of me helping Nace planning dates with things Jan would like.

A couple of people laughed. Jan turned to Nace and said:

- Listen, I love cats, but that doesn’t mean you had to take me to a cat café just because Maček told you that. Igor gets jealous!

- Baby, you are already one with the cats, Igor does not care that much. – Nace laughed it out.

- As I was saying. – interrupted the blondie – I want to wish both Jan and Nace a happy life as a married couple.

He raised his champagne glass and chugged it down.

Martin was up next.

- I met Jan when we were teens, and we grew very close. And if he’s now a graduated mathematician, I think I should be given some credit. – he laughed – Me and Jan spend… a lot of time together and… and I have to say Jan is one the best guys I know. Heart of gold, sometimes he undermines himself, but I know Nace – he turned to the other bass player – you’ll be able to ground him whenever you see he is up in his head space… And if you hurt him… well, you already know. Cheers, everyone.

Jan and Nace got up from their picnic towel and Jure sat down. They both wear black suits adorned by white lace. Jan with a deep green tie, nails painted purple by Kiki, and tied hair. Nace with a dark purple tie and with a green earring.

Jan began his speech.

- I know we already had a bigger ceremony with our extended family… those who came at least.

Nace squeezed his husband’s hand to reassure him.

- But now… in this smaller party we have organized, I’d like to also talk a little about this journey… It hasn’t been easy. Me and Nace can’t marry through the church and in many countries, marriage between two men isn’t something we can’t do at all. Accepting that we would have a harder time married than dating in silence was part of this journey. But man! – he smiled – It was the best decision ever!

Everyone laughed at Jan’s sudden change in attitude.

- Despite the mean comments, and the family members that didn’t show up… I love Nace. I love having him and being able to call him mine. I love having him waiting for me at home with our pets. I love walking around with him and showing him off. I love… all of him. – he said looking down – Because he makes me feel loved.

- Awwwww. – Bojan and Jure said, and the other guests laughed.

Nace kissed Jan’s cheek and cleared his throat.

- I don’t think there’s much else to say. I think I married one of the most altruistic people I’ve ever seen because, even on his wedding day, he asked me how he should share petitions and donation links with our fans to help gay rights such as marriage be accessible in more places around the world. Maybe he is also a little workaholic, but I love his dedication. The face he makes when he’s concentrated on playing or finding new sounds… It’s a sight to see. And I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to see it every day.

Nace raised his glass and everyone else followed. He entangled his arm around Jan’s they drank from each other’s glass as everyone cheered.

- Now, the bouquet throw. – Jan said.

The girls in the friend group began getting up, but Jan just threw towards Kris’s legs. The taller one raised an eyebrow and carefully picked up the bouquet.

- I’m not sure that’s how this works. – he said.

- My wedding is pretty unusual. Two grooms and no brides so why not change the rules? Besides, you already have the ring on your finger, don’t you?

It was on one of their trips to the Netherlands that Bojan proposed to Kris. He prepared a date with Kris to a park in Utrecht. Kris thought it was weird to have Bojan as the “tour guide” while he was the native of sorts, but ever since Bojan learned Dutch, he has integrated himself quite well amongst the Dutch – despite his height.

“Will you marry me?” the singer asked. Kris said yes on the spot, and they shared it with the band immediately with a photo of the ring taken at one of the bridges.

Bojan picked up the bouquet and put one of the pinkish flowers on Kris’ hair.

- Will you marry me? – he asked.

- Uhm… I don’t know. – the guitarist replied with an ironic smile - Ask me tomorrow. I might say yes.

- So that’s a “mayhaps”?

- It’s a “Ask me tomorrow”.

Kris kissed Bojan and while most people were awed, Jan separated them.

- Come on, this is still my wedding. You guys didn’t even give me a speech. The least you could do is sing a song.

Kris turned around and picked up his acoustic guitar.

- Lucky for you – Bojan said – we already had that planned.

Bojan winked and got up, helping Kris get up in the process.

- Hi everyone. – he said as Kris tunned the guitar – I wrote this song when I was in my early 20’s. It’s a song that I wrote thinking of an imaginary muse… a love letter to someone who I longed to be with. As the years went by, the song took on a different meaning. To me, this muse became synonymous with my now Fiancé. To Jan and Nace, it became synonymous with each other. I’d often see them sing or quote this song to each other when they were together and get lost in each other’s eyes, long before they were in a relationship. And with that…

- Wait. – Kris interrupted – I also want to say some words. This is my best friend’s wedding we are talking about. And it’s also my ex-neighbour’s wedding.

Nace chuckled at that.

- Jan had my back through the best and the worst, and everyone has talked about it non-stop today. And Jan knows I love him a lot, but I’d also like to say some words to Nace. Nace was the person that I could reach when the world and the band were getting overwhelming to me. He was my roommate for most of our tours and I got angry at how slow he takes to get ready and how early he likes to rise in the morning. – they chuckled – but even so, I couldn’t have asked for a better roommate.

- I take it I’m not a good roommate then. – Bojan fake cried but quickly recomposed himself – Everyone, close your eyes… think of someone you love.

As everyone closed their eyes, Kris began playing the first couple of notes. Bojan took a deep breath and proceeded.

- Have you asked how they were doing today? Have you kissed them or hugged them? Have you ever told them that you love the way they smell? Everyone… this is A sem ti povedal.

♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩

And they lived Happily Ever After! The End!

(Just don't look at the next fic if you want to be happy, it's not canon to this universe)

Polaroid Photos Universe | Recommended next: Metulji*

[fluffyjothoughts]

Hi! First of all I want to say that I am very happy with this site!

I would like to ask what the boys would be like on their wedding day, how would they prepare for the big day and the reception after the wedding?

okay okay, we’re doing this, someone play the march and my aisle song!

Kris: He cannot wait. He’s buttery and all smiley, absolutely thrilled to get married to you. Very involved with the planning, and practically cries from joy when he sees your dress for the first time. You do a first look and he’s already near tears. Lets a few tears fall when you’re walking down the aisle. Gentle but passionate kiss.

Bojan: He is a mess. but in a cute way. he’s asking his groomsmen if he’s looking okay for the entire day, swallows a packet of breath mints and is shaky all the way through. sobs before the doors even open and barely gets through his vows. this man is pretty much ready to ravish you with that first official kiss of yours. seriously, he’s in love love.

Jan: Seems relaxed and easy going but is so nervous and excited he practically cannot wait anymore. Surprises literally everyone by how much he ends up crying and apologises throughout his vows if they don’t capture his love for you (and they end up being the sweetest fucking thing ever too). he keeps looking over to you for the entire night and feeling extremely proud of himself for marrying you.

Jure: He’s pumped. Would do one of those jokes of all of his groomsmen fixing up his hair, breath and suit before coming to you and kissing you. Ends up giving another dramatic dip kiss on the aisle. Cocktail bar is necessary, and throughout the night is already saying “my wife” to everyone extremely giddy.

Nace: The gentlest soul out there. idk he seems like the type. Cries a lot and is in general the sweetest man ever. holds onto your hands softly and just immediately pulls you in for the most romantic kiss ever. holds onto you for the entire night.

[absolutebloodychaos]

1 for Bokris and 9 & 10 for Jance? :)

Ooh thanks, time to get my writing brain back in business😄

Bokris:

1.The umbrella, when it rains - Bojan. Kris will always complain (with a giant smile on his face) and pose the argument that he is much taller and hence should hold it, but Bojan will have none of it. He will insist on holding the umbrella for "his princess" and spend all the time under it holding it at the peak of his reach just to keep it over Kris' head. When they get where they're going Bojan will immediately start complaining about a sore arm which will cause Kris to chide him again, but secretly he loves being treated like a princess and enjoys it when it happens.

Jance:

9.Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Nace. The moment he sees Jan walking down that aisle his breath will cease, his heart will stop, and his whole body will just pause for a good moment in awe at the man that he finally is going to marry. Once everything restarts again it will take a minute for him to regain the ability to speak but once he does all he will be able to say is how ravishing Jan looks and how he is the luckiest man to ever exist as he is marrying this god incarnate.

10.The camera, when they take pictures together - Jan. It will be a bit of a struggle as they both frequently like to do silly things with their hands in pictures, but in the end it will be Jan encapsulated by Nace's arms around him, disengaging an arm from the bear hug and holding out the camera to take a picture of him being wrapped in what would best be described as a Nace-burrito.

Thank you so much @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare for the ask, this was super fun and got my creative synapses firing! Also since I've never written much Jance before (I have no idea why not) so this was something new 😁

[luluxa]

Mother, tell us your fav Jance headcanon

I actually don't have that many headcanons with them in the usual meaning of the word, because these idiots are fully on display and extremely obvious and I just sit back and watch, basically

so not a headcanon but something I was thinking about right this moment, in fact: I don't recall who made an observation about their energies swapping as of late, but I love it – that Jan used to be the hot one and Nace was cute and now it’s in reverse. And I'd like to think it’s entirely about them being happily married. Because Jan has found a man with whom he feels safe and loved and at home, and that completely switched off his outward sexiness and made him radiate calm and sweet softness. Meanwhile, Nace, being somewhat shy and insecure about his attractiveness and looks, found a guy who absolutely adores him and thinks he’s the hottest, most handsome man ever and is likely very affirmative about it, so Nace’s confidence and with that, overt hotness increased a lot in the last couple of months.

and an nsfw one:

I think they're vanilla as fuck. The only kinky thing Jan’s been spotted at (unlike Bojan with his bdsm orgies) is stepping on Bojan (him again), but idk – it was more for Bojan than for Jan, I think. Like, Jan can be kinky with a partner that wants/needs it, but if they don't – he’s more than okay being vanilla and do missionary every time lol. Like he might come up with something kinky for Nace’s benefit – and Nace would actually love it, I think, but he loves the very idea of doing whatever Jan wants, and if Jan decides, in the middle of it, that he’d rather do it with no bells and whistles – then Nace will be all over that idea instead. Basically, to me, Nace is a service top and Jan’s dog – it can be on itself a kink, sure, but it doesn’t come across as one with them, it’s more of a general dynamic that will still be there with them not fucking and never wanting to fuck: Nace will still be the caretaker who loves Jan to bits and Jan would appreciate the fuck out of it.

[calmasyoghurt]

The joker out pride project.

I don't remember if I said this on here yesterday but we're in the close future, 2025-26 ish. Also on ao3.

June 29th, prompt 25. Coming out to the world.

[Instagram post. Image description, picture 1: a close up of Kris, wearing a white t-shirt with two pins fastened to it, one with a trans flag and one with a bi flag. In the background a pride parade is visible. Picture 2: full body picture of Kris and Bojan walking in a pride parade. One of Kris' arms is wrapped around Bojan's shoulder.]

krisgusti When I was 14, I found out what the word transgender ment. I spent a long time thinking about the meaning of it, and after a while I realised it described the feelings I had felt since I was a toddler. It described me. I was lucky when I told my closest friends and family, they all accepted me. I started wearing clothes that made me look like the boy I had always felt like. At 16, I got to start taking testosterone, and it made me look like the man I had always wanted to be. Now it's only right for you to know my story. I'm transgender. I'm also bisexual. I have been so lucky to be supported by my friends and family. I have been so lucky to fall in love with someone who supports me. Thank you all. Hvala oče. Dank je wel mam. Хвала Бојане.

[Instagram post. Image description, picture 1: Full body image of Bojan walking in a pride parade, smiling widely. Picture 2: full body picture of Kris and Bojan walking in a pride parade. One of Kris' arms is wrapped around Bojan's shoulder.]

bojan_cvjetićanin I'm one of those people who tend to fall a bit in love with my best friends. When I was 14 and had my first crush, it was on my best friend. He kissed me once at a new year's party and it started my gay awakening. Over a decade later, it's something we laugh about sometimes.

The second crush I had was on another one of my best friends. I tried not to, but fell in love with him. Luckily he fell in love with me too. Today we walked our first pride parade together. I love you my dear Krisko.

[Instagram post. Image description, picture 1: Jure, running towards the camera, with a small ace flag in one hand and a small pan flag in the other. Picture 2: a selfie taken by Mark, in which Jure is hugging him from behind and kissing his cheek.]

juremacek Too much love for one gender, not enough sexual attraction for any gender. Just the right amount of knowledge about film and photo to know what my boyfriend is talking about all the time.

[Instagram post. Image description, picture 1: Jan in a pride parade, throwing a peace sign showing of his glittery nails. Picture 2: a close up of two hands holding each other . One of the hands has glittery nails. On the other person's arm, the end of a tattoo sleeve is visible.]

janpeteh When I was a kid I thought I’d marry a nice girl to have kids with. Then I got a crush on my best friend and realised I was more likely to marry a nice boy. I'm allowed to marry boys now, and has found one I'm willing to do it with.

[Instagram post. Image description, picture 1: Nace smiling wide while waiving a rainbow flag in a pride parade. Picture 2: a close up of two hands holding. One of the hands has glittery nails. On the other person's arm, the end of a tattoo sleeve is visible.]

nace_jordan As a teenager I thought that if I dated enough girls, I wouldn't be gay anymore. I dated a lot of girls but it didn't work. So I took a break from dating. It took over a year before I even dared to think about dating a guy, and another few months before I acctually did it. That first time I was so scared of what others might think and didn't tell anyone. But I'm not scared this time. This time, with this guy, I want the whole world to know that we're in love. 

[signoraviolettavalery]

So with help from @nyx-aira and @touchyourblood (this is truly becoming a collaboration, bits of the following are taken from their posts/messages) and also some alcohol I wrote a bit more of the vampire!Bojan AU in which Jan has been married before (I truly don't have the energy to type out the backstory here please go find one of the earlier posts I beg of you)

Please please heed the trigger warnings of (previous, flashbacks to) noncon and spousal abuse, this ain't fluff and most of it ain't happy

the horror he must feel once he puts on his wedding dress again. The constricting feeling of the lace tight around his throat, fabric heavy. He once heard the whisper the reason wedding dresses were so heavy, was that the brides weren't able to escape. Navigating endless woods in layers and layers of tulle and lace was simply impossible. Another prison that kept him chained to his legacy, his husband.

He fiddles with the sleeves, studying the intricate lace pattern that would be absolutely beautiful if it wasn't something that was designed to keep him in place, keep him obedient. The way his skin still stung from the way they scrubbed his body so that no trace of another man can be found on your skin and you don't want him to be angry with you the first night you meet, darling, so stay still.

There was no use of struggling, he knew that. Tried it all before. If he were to run they would catch him. If he were to scream they would silence him. If he threatened to disobey any further...well...he still carried the scars from that. So he sat still, sat still as the finished dressing him and he awaited his dreaded fate.

Once again nothing but a bargaining chip, there to obey the every command of yet another monster.

[the wedding night]

He sits on his bed – the bed that will become his marriage bed, their marriage bed. Tucks his legs up into the endless folds of the dress. Some of his hair has come loose from the bun that he dares not undo – his husband might wish to pull the tie from his hair, to make his hair cascade down his shoulders and pull it. And though he tries to hold them in, tears brim in his eyes and streak down his cheeks.

Before he knows it, he’s shaking with sobs. He can’t survive another wedding night like the first, he simply can’t. He still remembers it vividly, though sometimes he wishes he could forget. . He’d been dizzy from losing so much blood at the ceremony, and Gaspar had carried him to the bed, bridal-style, and deposited him onto it. Head spinning, he’d moved to sit up, only to hear his husband’s anger-laced voice asking him where he was going.

“I didn’t know how you wished me, my lord,” he responded, as deferentially as he could.

“I wish you to stay still.”

Jan obeys as he’s unceremoniously flipped over, the folds and pleats of his dress hiked up his legs and –

No. Not like this.

The words slip out. “No. Please.” Which leads his husband – his husband – to grab him by the hair until his back arches and growl into his ear “You’re mine. I will do with you as I please.”

Jan has no words for that. What can he say? His husband is right. Jan is his.

The only kindness he receives is some preparation, and he knows he should be grateful for it. It hurts still, but it is not the pain that brings tears to his eyes, but the violation. But what violation? Jan had taken his vows, had offered his blood, had handed over the ownership of his body. What was there to violate?

He whimpers, then outright sobs, unable to hold it in, and his husband moans in pleasure. Understanding strikes him then. It is not this act itself that brings him pleasure so much as Jan’s sobs. Jan’s pain. And the small, rebellious part of him that still exists somewhere, deep down, where it has not yet been entirely worn away by discipline and punishment, doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but he cannot stop himself from weeping at the knowledge that he is chained for life to a man who takes pleasure in his pain. Who finds climax in the sobs spilling from his shaking body.

He'd spent the rest of that night awake, curled up, shaking and weeping in the tatters of his dress, too numb to even take it off though it was yet another reminder of his violation.

He knows better than to go down the path of that memory, has learned that through hard practice, but tonight it is vivid on the inside of his eyelids, so vivid that he barely hears his husband’s – his new husband’s – knock on the door, followed by soft steps.

He rushes to wipe his tears, straighten up and greet him with the deference he deserves. “My lord,” he says, and hopes his voice does not shake too much.

His husband – Lord Bojan – is beside him in an instant, sitting on the bed.

“Jan.” He says his name so gently. “What is it?”

“I can’t do this. I can’t, I’m sorry.” The sobs come again, deep and pathetic. “I will be the perfect husband, I’ll do everything you say, I swear, but please don’t hurt me tonight. Please.” He must be truly going mad, because begging had never worked with Lord Gaspar; it had only encouraged him. But he can’t, he simply cannot.

“I’m not going to hurt you at all. Not tonight, or tomorrow, or ever,” Bojan says.

Jan doesn’t believe him, of course. Not the tomorrow, and certainly not the ever, but if that buys him tonight he will take the bargain.

Bojan reaches for his hand. "I know these aren't ideal circumstances. This was rushed and you weren't expecting it. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, but I'd like to do what i can to make this as painless - as easy as possible.”

Jan nods numbly. These are words, so many words, and he wishes Bojan would just get this over with, because the wait is agony.

[idk if he feeds or not we are IN DISCUSSIONS about this]

“You look exhausted, and like that dress is stifling you. Let’s get you out of it.”

Dread floods him along with relief. He wants to claw these layers of lace off, rend the hummingbirds to shreds, but what comes next… he’s not sure he can stomach it even if Bojan is gentle. But it will be Bojan clawing the dress off, ripping apart all those hours of work, destroyed in moments, because that is what vampires do, they take humans and they shred and they rip apart for their pleasure, and by the end of the night Jan will feel like the dress, on the floor in pieces.

So it shocks him when Bojan asks instead, “Shall I call a servant to help?”

“No,” Jan breathes. “Please don’t, my lord,” he remembers to add.

And Bojan must understand his fear. These alliances are precarious, built and sustained on reputation and rumor as much as ink and blood. If they call a servant, everyone will know. That Jan failed in his duty. That Bojan didn't take (rip) his dress off and take what was his. He's already damaged goods, another vampire's leftovers. Lord Bojan had been generous to take him at all. And to have everyone think and whisper that it got to the wedding night and Bojan hadn’t touched him? It cannot be permitted.

"Shall I do it then?" Bojan asks. Jan nods. He stands, waits to hear the tearing of all that fine lace.

But Bojan turns him around and – begins to undo the buttons, one by one. There must be two dozen, and he could easily tear them off, shred the little loos, but he’s slow and careful. "It's a beautiful dress," he remarks. "It's unfortunate I had to damage it."

And then, buttons undone, the dress slips off his shoulders, though the sleeves still cling to his arms, it's tight enough that it doesn't just slip off. Maybe there's a bruise or a cut somewhere on his back that hasn't quite healed - hunters heal fast, but this is the most recent, his husband had been particularly brutal their last night together, and it's still there. There was nothing they could do about it, they couldn't push the wedding back any further. And Jan knows Bojan sees it, another vampire's mark on his property, but Bojan says nothing about it.

He turns back around, and it takes all his strength to say “how do you want me, my lord?”

Bojan blinks at him. The silence that stretches between them in the next moment is taut as a wire, and then something shifts in Bojan’s face, his features molding into something that resembles devastation, and Jan’s heart skips a beat. Has he offended already?

But Bojan merely shakes his head. “I don’t expect that from you,” he says softly, sending Jan’s thoughts spinning in a thousand directions. “Rest now. We’ll speak more tomorrow.”

As he tosses and turns that night, he feels alone, and terrified, and so so confused.

What did he do that Bojan is reacting this way? Did he do something wrong already? Is he only acting so kind because he's waiting for the right time to strike, to take, to claim?

When he finally escapes his thoughts, the endless circle of a voice asking what did I do wrong, why me, do I deserve this, the sun is already creeping over the horizon. He shouldn't be awake at this time. He should be sleeping or be unconscious. It's his wedding night and he spent it sleeping, sleeping alone in his own bed. And now ...now he doesn't know what to do.

As a dutiful husband he should arrange his sleeping schedule how his husband desires him to. Usually that means being awake at night, there to do every bidding, always present, never far.

But this...this is new.

Jan honestly doesn't recall the last time he spent more than a couple hours awake after sunrise. Stepping towards the window he sits on the windowsill, the cold seeping through the glass and making him shiver in the short nightdress he was wearing. Seductive, flimsy yet elegant and easy access.

He watched with awe as birds flew by, fighting in the air and flying up and down, free to do whatever they liked. The sun made the castle grounds glow in a light he hadn't seen in a long time, casting gorgeous shadows and painting the sky a beautiful picture.

Suddenly something wet fell onto his hand. Reaching up to his face he realises he was crying. Crying over a goddamm sunrise. The last sunrise he might experience for a while...

...or forever.

There’s a soft knock on his door. “Enter!” he calls, and startles when it is Bojan that enters. His husband hardly needs his permission.

“My lord,” he breathes in surprise. “I did not think you would be awake so early.”

Bojan smiles. “Not very vampire-like of me, is it?” He shrugs. “I need less sleep than a human, and the morning hours are so lovely. “Did you rest well?”

Jan nods. “yes, thank you, my lord.”

Bojan smiles. “Just Bojan. There’s no need to stand on ceremony.”

“I’m …unpracticed with such familiarity, my lord,” Jan admits.

“Well, I hope you will practice it.”

Jan nods obediently.

“If you are awake…perhaps I might join you for breakfast?” And Jan can hardly refuse him, and so watches as Bojan calls a servant and orders coffee and a full breakfast spread.

“Nothing like coffee in the morning,” Bojan says, to Jan’s surprise taking a sip of coffee that, in Jan’s opinion, has the consistency of lava. He had never seen Lord Gaspar partake of human food. He had preferred either Jan’s blood or his pain. Then, noting Jan’s surprise, he adds “I have no need of human food, but I couldn’t give up coffee. Though it has no effect on me, but the taste, the memories of mornings with friends…” he trails off.

Jan assumes he refers to human friends, long gone now given Bojan’s age, but he dares not ask. He quietly sips his own coffee and butters a croissant as delicately as he can.

“After last night, I wanted to talk.”

Jan’s knife freezes halfway to the butter. “My lord?” he says.

“I want you to know that meant what I said last night. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I know we have a reputation, and it is often well-deserved, but I am not the kind of man – not the kind of vampire – who takes pleasure in inflicting pain.”

And that, at least, is a relief. Not that he thinks there will be no punishments in his future. Lord Bojan may dislike inflicting pain, but he may decide Jan requires discipline; may dole out a punishment even if he takes no pleasure in it. But at least – and Jan wants to believe this is true – Bojan will not bloody him for the mere thrill of it. Lord Gaspar had revealed his sadism the second they’d made their vows, but so far Jan has seen no glint of it in Bojan’s eyes. Perhaps he can dare to hope.

He is well-practiced with the words he must offer now. “Thank you, my lord. You are merciful,” he says, for he has learned that sometimes a husband will be merciful if Jan tells him he is.

[anxious-witch]

To continue the question of the previous anon, same thing (top five gay ass moments) but for Jan

I love these, thank you for asking I'll gladly continue

At number five, I have put iconic picture of him attempting to deepthroat the guitar (and Bojan's traumatized expression). Like, my man. We get it. You have been practicing. Don't traumatize your singer 😂

At number four we have slutty gym outfit. Do I have friends who'd go like this to the gym? Yes. Do all of them also frequent gay clubs? Also yes

At number three, we have casually drinking from your friend's glass. While holding their hand and giving them a very suggestive look. Because you are so straight. 100%

At number two, laying your head down on your friend's lap and letting him play with a teddy bear and pushing it in your face. Because you are such good friends

And finally at number one, have a close friend lean in for an almost kiss and then waggle your tongue towards him. Not because you want to indicate your want to kiss him with a tongue. Of course not. You'd never

Bonus: get married

Thank you for the question this was fun! I appreciate y'all joining in the newest episode of Rio making everyone queer

(And as always this is all for fun, don't take it seriously)

[e-von-dahl]

I just thought about the best way to hyphenate me and bojan surnames if we ever get married

Jesus fucking christ

I have reached middle school levels of crushing on this man

[hotcat37]

LATER THAN USEAL MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 MY BELOVED POKÉMON LOVING MOOT HOTCAT!! :33

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Bojere! Pokémon cafe date cuz their very silly N adorable like them N that vid of Jere singing the Pokémon theme in Finnish got me out of writers block so yippee :D) get urself a fluffy blanket N ur fave snacks cuz I’m here 2 tell the story of the date that got our dear Bojci 2 propose 2 his man after waiting 4EVER 2 find a good time 2 pop the question: It had been almost a whole year by now since Bojan finally quit chickening out N asked the man with a weird haircut N a laugh that made his knees buckle N released a million butterflies straight 2 his stomach 2 be his boyfriend that memorable night which still comes back 2 him in his dreams even now,the man he was taking out on one of the last dates b4 he could hopefully call him his fiancé.The man in question was clad in one of Bojan’s various sweaters,same one he wore when they first made out wayy back in Tavastia after everything was done N the then brothers N maybe something more headed back 2 Jere’s 4 the night,a bouquet of dandelions in one hand which he hid behind his back till Jere saw the ever so familiar figure of his extremely gorgeous boyfriend.As soon as their eyes locked everything felt lighter,almost as if time had stopped right there so he could feel his Bojci’s lips on his own 4 however long the bowlcut adorning Finn wished,breaking the kiss only 2 catch some air N whip the large bouquet of dandelions from behind his back 2 give 2 his rakas (Bojan straight up lifted Jere N spun him around a few times cuz of how much he loved not only him but the gift he had been hiding all this time 🥰) putting the shorter man down N feeling him giggle into his chest,their hands intertwined N walked into the Pokémon cafe that Jere had been yapping on about 4 months.Finding their booth that Bojan had booked a week prior (while Jere got distracted by a set of Bulbasaur N Squirtle plushies that decorated the seats next 2 them which gave our lil Bojci time 2 check if the ring box was still in his pocket 4 later which he totallyyy didn’t check atlest 10 times tyvm :3).Meanwhile both men ordered N flirted 4 what felt like an eternity,staring deeper into his bby boos Disney princess esc eyes which made him almost forget why he chose this place 2 pop the question,as if his fragile ass nerves would let him tho.One by one their food was delivered with Bojan’s Rowlet shaped grill cheeses coming first then Jere’s Pikachu themed pancakes following after + the twos drinks,Jere’s being a Bulbasaur inspired hot chocolate with ALOT of foam N Bojan’s was an Evie themed latte with just as much foam as his boyfriends if not more (that kinda got all over his noise so Jere had 2 lick it off cuz yk he would but it’s not like Bojci’s complaining if its his beautiful,hot asf darling of a man doing it ☺️).When they both finished their meal N left the cafe Jere saw a stand filled 2 the brim with all kinds of flower bouquets in every colour,ribbon style U could think of,that was when Bojan knew he had 2 do it right there N then seeing how his soon 2 be fiancé’s eyes light up N how his smile could split his face in half if it was any bigger just by seeing the huge display made him stop questioning if he rlly wanted 2 marry the man who’s hands were pulling him with all the force he had 2 the stand so that’s just what Bojan did,as Jere turned 2 show his rakastani a beautifully decorated pink N yellow tulip bouquet he found it was on the floor as quickly as it was picked up,the sight narrowed 2 only the view of Bojan on one knee holding out a very expensive gold ring with two gems engraved into it,one pink N the other green when it all fell into place.HIS gorgeous,amazing,wonderful,lovely Slovene was asking him 4 his hand 2 set the promise of belonging only 2 the Finn forever in concrete,ofc he said yes N then they both cried into eachothers necks while hugging as if everything up until now would all disappear in a blink of an eye except the only thing that disappeared was then into a field close 2 the town where they could rlly set that promise in concrete if yk what I mean.

BOJERE POKéMON DATE THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!! The Rowlet grilled cheeses look fcking delicious ngl I would killll to have such a date with someone I love <3 The proposal too aggh they're too adorable!! I love how Bojan indulges Jere in his interests and them running off into a field together at the end is so sweet :') ❤️❤️ Thanks so much for the lovely moodboard and story as always 💚

[sparkles-oflight]

Fuck, marry, kill, fist fight, have a beer with Joker Out edition

Ooooh.

Okay I'm going against my own fanfiction lmaoo.

Fuck...So...Jan...are you free?

Marry...MY MAN MARTIN (literally the only person I would ever marry even though I know nothing about him) - since he's no longer a member, my alternative would be Bojan since he seems like the one who would actually take marriage seriously

Kill Kris. No brainer

Fist fight Jure. I will lose.

Have a beer with Nace since he doesn't drink much alcohol and I don't drink either sooo...

[fluffyjothoughts]

Could you maybe write a little post where Bojan proposes? (Perhaps you’re also in the band with him)

of course boo! i got you!!!

His hands were sweating as he stared at the stage from the sideline. Tonight was the night. After three years with you he’d finally decided that it was the right time to propose. You’d been with him in through the highs and lows, good and bad and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

The two of you were touring together for the first time, your schedules finally lining up after both yours and his band released an album in the same few months, the bands deciding that a group tour would be best.

Which brought him here.

He was staring at you play your last song before he got on, patting the pocket of his trousers to ensure the box with the ring was still there, sighing out when it hadn’t moved (just like the last fourteen times he’d checked). The others surrounded him, Jan patting him on the shoulder for support.

“I’m nervous.” Bojan said, pursing his lips “like my palms are sweaty,” he joked with a nervous chuckle, wiping them on his pants.

“knees weak arms are heavy?” Jan joked back, causing the younger man to roll his eyes “shut up,” he mumbled back.

“but seriously, you’ll be fine. She’ll say yes and then you’ll get the Bojan babies you wanted, yeah?” Jan assured, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer into his side

“You’re saying that like i’m trying to baby trap her,” he snorted, watching Jan laugh with him, he felt slightly more at ease. Everything was going to be okay.

Suddenly he watched you walk off stage, patting his cheek and pecking his lips, handing off your guitar to a techie and walking to the green room, but not before wishing you good luck.

Yeah, he was for sure doing that tonight.

Their countdown began, the boys running on stage, Bojan following them, starting their set. The show itself went great but as the set list neared the end he was getting more and more nervous again. He had made a prior request to your bandmate to make you watch the last song of the show backstage. So he was extremely glad to see you there, waving at him and clapping in encouragement. As the song ended and the boys bowed, Bojan spoke into the microphone, inviting you over. You watched confused but followed his request, walking to face him.

He smiled and bowed down on one knee, taking out the ring. The echo of the fans screams were deafening, only background noise as he professed his ever growing love to you, asking you to marry him, to let him love you forever. You agreed, tugging him up by his dress shirt and kissing him deeply.

Yeah, he made the right decision.

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a/n this was ass.