Rare pair JO ship drabbles

However I still have some really nice drabbles to write and after that I have a longer fic planned so I’m gonna close the asks for a while. They’ll get opened again, but I wanna focus on writing these waiting prompts and then the bigger project. Once again, thanks so much to everyone who prompted, shared, liked and commented. The fact that my little corner of rare pairs in a not-so-big fandom got so many prompts still amazes me 😍

You know I adore that scenario 🤩 and the perfect way to end this collection of drabbles (for now!) Thank you for giving in to that urge!😉

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I'm ready to climb the wall without their 💔

Beware of the crack 😅

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Do you think they would have anymore pups after the twins, and if so how would they go about telling them about a new sibling?💚

Would they have another pup? Yep😊 How the twins will be told? Wellll, you shan’t be cheated of a little scene explaining just that☺️

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“Girls, girls! Gentle jumps next to mama, okay?” Jan picked up a squirmy blonde toddler in an attempt to keep the bouncing duo from causing the queasy omega’s complexion to go even greener than it already was.

“Why?” The pair demanded to know.

Jure lay on his back, taking deep breaths while their three-year-old daughters had entertained him with their latest dance routine until Jan had disrupted their fun.

Nevermind. They could always climb on papa.

Jan sat on their bed, hugging both girls with one arm before they could pounce.

“Well,” he started, stroking the belly currently housing their tiny pup. “Because we have a secret.”

“A secret?” Two sets of eyes grew very large, making their parents chuckle. This will be fun indeed.

“Yeah, we have a secret,” Jure chimed in. “Want us to tell you?”

“Yes! Yes!” The girls’ voices turned shrill in excitement. Maybe tonight was finally the night they’d have ice cream for dinner? They’d begged for weeks and were positive that papa especially was close to cracking and allowing the sweet treat to substitute yucky potatoes and peas.

“Okay. The reason why you can’t jump that high next to mama anymore is because there’s a baby in his belly. You’re gonna be big sisters to a little boy or girl next year,” Jan explained, eagerly awaiting the reaction.

Which turned out to be nothing like expected.

One of them flopped down on the bed and wailed in distress over the unfortunate loss of the ice-cream-for-dinner prospect as the other accused mama of eating a live baby! How could he?! How else would it get in there?

“So,” Jan smiled innocently, both being kept busy consoling crying pups. “Last one?”

It fits so well for both scenarios! 😉 also this gave me a chance to write something I’ve never tried before. Temperature play!🧊

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“Okay, but why?” Kris crossed his arms, eyeing the unfamiliar creature with suspicion.

“A pet for life!” Jure happily exclaimed, stroking its colorful feathers as the bird perched on his arm, claws digging into Jure’s skin while he pretended it didn’t hurt like hell.

“Exactly. A pet for life,” Kris countered. “As in it’ll live forever.”

“Not forever forever. Maybe just sixty years.”

Kris took a step back. That thing was staring at him with menace behind its soulless eyes. “That’s the rest of our lives for sure.” He grimaced when Jure pressed his lips to its head, reminding himself not to let Jure kiss him that night.

The feathery beast - or Cluck Norris as Jure named it, no matter how often Kris said parrots don’t cluck - quickly settled inside Jure’s homemade aviary where it could be heard squawking offensive words at passersby, which often happened to be Kris.

One day the bird made him stop and do a double-take. Kris had grown used to the endless string of swears coming from the creature, but the moment he entered the room it suddenly called out ‘hey beautiful!’

Within weeks it had escalated to ‘hey sexy!’ followed by a flirty whistle. Kris momentarily entertained the idea that the bird was coming on to him, except he recognized that whistle. It was the same tune Jure whistled whenever he thought his boyfriend looked extraordinarily sexy.

He shrugged, thinking Cluck Norris had simply overheard Jure’s usual flirting and mimicked it as parrots tended to do.

Months passed and Jure spent hours training the bird. To do what exactly, Kris had no idea. It definitely didn’t stop catcalling him.

One night Kris was resting on the couch when all lights suddenly vanished and a flapping of wings too close to his face followed. Claws dug into his shoulder, and he honestly feared the damn bird was gonna off him now.

When the lights returned, Cluck Norris dropped something metallic in Kris’s lap, loudly squawking (directly into his ear) ‘hi beautiful! Will you marry me?’

Kris was certain the parrot had finally lost its marbles, when instead he saw Jure, kneeling and looking at Kris, pure adoration in his eyes.

“So,” Jure said, taking the silver ring from Kris’s lap. “Will you?”

Good question! I imagine Jure was glad he was lying down when they were told😅 But it quickly turned into excitement😁

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“I told you, only your genes would be chaotic enough to split the egg and make two babies,” Jan said, ruffling his mate’s messy hair as they walked through the hospital’s exit door, both of them barely containing the overflowing sense of joy and love they felt at that moment.

“But then we’ll have twice as many baby pups to adore,” Jure answered, a rare hint of longing showing in his eyes as he clearly imagined their future life together. That camping trip and missing keys had been blessings in disguise.

“And the guys will have twice the number of pups to spoil.”

Jan flung an arm around Jure’s shoulders, keen enough to make it seem spontaneous yet careful enough to not jostle the omega currently carrying their babies. An instinct to protect his mate and their pups had been growing inside Jan at the same speed as their two little miracles had grown inside Jure. And exactly like the twins, he didn’t imagine that instinct would get any smaller or be any less significant in the coming months. Or years.

I’m slowly being convinced that they are indeed a wonderful pair😄

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Thank you, love your little drabbles 💜

Thank you!💕 and as always, you guys spoil me when you prompt omegaverse😉

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Very good prompt and I agree! I chose to keep the setting to ‘music video shoot’, that way we’d be blessed with a Tinka cameo🐑

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“Jan! Watch this!” Jure was face-down on the concrete stands, doing push-ups with one arm resting on his back.

“It’d be more impressive if someone lay on you,” Jan said, mostly in jest.

Jure stopped to consider. “You’re right. Bojan! Come here.”

“Can’t,” Bojan called as he rummaged through the car’s trunk, bent over and head hidden between all the stuff (junk) they (Jure) had been certain they’d need on this trip.

“Here.” Kris appeared behind him and handed Jan the biggest of the five ice cream cones he was holding.

“Thanks,” Jan accepted it. Vanilla. His favorite. “But where—“

“Packed them,” Kris answered, an explanation for where he’d found ice cream at an abandoned building. Maybe they could use that in the video, Jan thought as he switched the unlit cigarette that’d been hanging from the corner of his lips in favor of the frozen treat.

“Aha!” Bojan exclaimed when he found what he’d been looking for. He pulled the elusive garment free and bounced over to Jan. “Arms out.”

Bojan held up his leather jacket for Jan to wear, yet changed his mind at the last second and wrapped it around Jan’s shoulders instead, the reason being he ‘looked cuter’ that way.

“Was that better?”

Jan nodded as thanks and leaned against the wall to enjoy the remaining ice cream. Rubbing his bare arms had been enough for Bojan to rush to their overpacked car, convinced he was freezing. Jan hadn’t stopped him though.

“Bojan, come here!” Jure hadn’t given up on showing off his strength to Jan. “I need you to lie on my back while I do push-ups,” he said and then glanced at Jan when he confidently added “one-armed push-ups.”

“Baaahh.” Before Bojan could comply, Tinka the sheep bleated her contentment.

“Jan, look.” Nace offered her little tufts of green grass. “Isn’t she cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna try feeding her?” Nace looked hopefully up at him from his place next to Tinka, offering Jan a handful of grass that he’d squatted down and ripped off for him as he petted the sheep’s head.

“Sure, a bit later.” Jan patted the pockets on Bojan’s leather jacket in search of a lighter. “I need a smoke first.”

Sounds of scrambling, then four hands immediately reached toward him to offer a light, and two of them weren’t even regular smokers themselves.

Seems like they can’t quite agree themselves!🤭 (also when you ask a Dane to write something set in Denmark, be prepared to have too many place names thrown at ya😄)

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I thought it through and had an idea, so I decided to go with it😁 They’re in their own little world back there.

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Mark had a job to do. He knew that. He had a job to do, and that job was not standing around staring longingly at a bent over Jure, who, in turn, was staring longingly at Kris striking poses for Vita.

It’s not even as if Mark’s starved for Jure’s attention. During their break Jure had first stolen his cap, cackling as he legged it until Mark had given in and set off in pursuit, much to Jure’s boisterous enjoyment. After that he’d had endless questions about the camera, questions Mark was fairly sure Jure knew the answers to already, yet he’d still been more than happy to give them.

Mark fidgeted with the buttons on his camera, none of which needed fidgeting with. He should be chasing objects, motions, lights, and those objects shouldn’t primarily be Jure’s hips, the motions shouldn’t only be those hips gently swaying from side to side and the lights shouldn’t just be the way the sun’s rays hit the curve of his a—

No.

Focus on the job at hand.

Speaking of hands, Mark glanced over Jure’s shoulder and saw a phone resting in his. Realizing he’d been looking down at the screen this whole time and not at Kris, Mark contemplated simply walking over to casually lean on the half wall next to him and strike up a conversation. Literally any topic. Jure was a chatty guy. He’d done that hundreds of times in the past, why was today so difficult?

Flashes from Vita’s camera pointed at Kris contrasted the inactivity of his own. He could either stay frozen in place or approach the leather-clad drummer.

Should he?

“Hey!” Jure turned, waving him over. Eyes rimmed by smudged black eyeliner lit up when Mark returned his smile. “Wanna share a smoke?”

maybe one of them gets their heat while on tour? (in the bus/in a hotel)

I spent some time considering who to make the omega. We’ve had omega everyone except Jan, so please enjoy some Jan in heat😉 (also I’ve only ever had Kris as a ‘background’ omega whoops. That’ll need to be changed..)

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I think you’re 100% correct.

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Jan is stubbing his cigarette when he spots it on the ground. A red pen. He squints, eyeing it suspiciously. He doesn’t own a red pen, so whose is this?

Nobody should know about this place, hidden from view in between trees, at the end of an overgrown path that you’d have to know existed to find. It shouldn’t be possible. This belongs to Jan alone, somewhere he can get peace during hectic days on campus. Somewhere to lean against a tree trunk while taking a smoke-filled breather and allow his mind to rest.

He picks it up. Maybe an animal stole it and dropped it when it turned out to be inedible.

The next day, Jan still hasn’t forgotten it. He strides toward the forest and, upon reaching the hideaway, pushes the dense branches aside and is met with a not entirely unexpected sight. Someone is there, sitting on Jan’s ground, leaning against Jan’s tree!

The guy, chewing on a red pen, startles as if busted doing illegalities. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“It’s my spot,” Jan says bluntly.

“No?” the guy frowns. “It’s my spot. I’ve been using it for the past year.”

“No, I’ve been using it for the past year,” Jan insists.

They come to a standstill, neither knowing what to say.

“Fine, I’ll leave,” the guy rises and walks past a rattled Jan. If his secret place isn’t secret anymore, he’ll have to relocate. Hopefully the guy lied and it was a singular occurrence. He’ll be gone tomorrow for sure.

Except he isn’t. He’s very much there, in Jan’s spot.

The guy sighs. “I’ll leave.”

“Wait,” Jan stops him as he’s packing his things. “You can stay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But quietly.” Jan plops down beside him, lighting a cigarette. “I guess this is yours.” He hands the guy his red pen.

“Thanks.”

They don’t stay quiet, and the guy - Kris - explains that his schedule changed and his break is now thirty minutes later, hence their sudden encounters.

They slowly begin chatting every time they meet. Jan’s peace and quiet aren’t as peaceful and quiet anymore but he finds that he misses it less and less. Kris is fun and smart (and cute), he also plays guitar and is just easy to talk to.

Jure is heavily pregnant (with twins a girl and a boy) and cannot for the life of him figure out why Igor likes to sleep on his round belly. He does it up until the babies are born, and then Igor begins to sleep next to them in their crib.

Could this be a sequel to my JanJure fic?? Quite possibly☺️

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Jure was six months pregnant when a purring Igor first refused to move from his belly. The twins were getting bigger (and more energetic!) every day so Jure liked the pressure of Igor’s weight on top of him. Even appreciated it at times as it seemed to soothe the otherwise squirmy and kicking pair.

During the third trimester Jure got tired easily and Igor wasn’t far behind whenever he spotted a chance to jump up onto the belly and curl into a ball to enjoy a quick afternoon nap. Jure’s wooly sweater barely covering his stretch-marks was a pleasant bonus. Jan figured it was another of their pet’s quirks and snapped photos whenever he caught them snoozing together, deeming it all very cute.

Until Igor became territorial, that is.

The old cat had always been more attached to Jan, but that changed after he’d detected Jure’s growing stomach. Igor would even bat Jan’s hand away when he wanted to rest it on his girls sleeping inside his omega.

Jan tried everything to make Igor choose another spot for his naps. He led the cat away with treats, toys and promises of ear scratches, however it only worked for a few seconds. Before long Igor was back on Jure’s belly, feline eyes scanning the room for lurking dangers once again.

“Do you think he’ll be jealous of them?” Jure asked one night close to his due date, stroking Igor’s head.

“I don’t think we need to worry,” Jan said, not quite believing it himself. Igor had never bit or hissed at anyone, but he’d never lived with two babies either. So who knew?

It wasn’t until Jure had given birth and they’d brought the girls home that they learned the truth behind the cat’s odd behavior.

Igor had his own (rather luxurious) bed crafted by Jure, and he loved his lazy mornings in his bed, tail swishing until one of his humans came to offer pets or snacks.

i just think my boy deserves all of the attention 😔

I am not immune to an orgy with Jure in the middle. At all😳

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I love this throuple honestly.

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Jan woke up like he normally did, hand on Martin’s chest and leg thrown over Martin’s thighs. This morning he was hit by the added haze of a hangover after last night’s goodbye party dedicated to their now former bassist and welcoming their new one.

Trying not to linger on it, Jan held on to Martin’s chest, maybe just a bit tighter than usual.

Except.. Martin’s chest wasn’t this hairy. Or broad. Jan frowned and squeezed the flesh beneath his hand. Martin’s chest wasn’t this soft either.

Something stirred behind him. Or someone. It took Jan a moment to realize that if he was snuggled close to a hairier, broader and softer Martin, then who was slowly waking up while spooning him?

“‘Morning,” Martin mumbled behind him.

Behind him.

“Martin?” Jan’s startled tone was unmistakable. “What happened?”

“My goodbye party was yesterday, remember? And you welcomed your new band member too.” Martin yawned and lifted his head to see Nace, sleeping happily while still trapped beneath his boyfriend’s weight. He pressed a kiss against Jan’s bare neck. “Seems like we’ve already welcomed him.”