#and OF COURSE he's looking at nace here

[saucyjothoughts]

Can we have something dedicated to Naces huge cock ?

I had to make this Jance (hung!Nace x sizequeen!Jan). Hope you don't mind.

(nsfw under the cut)

"I don't believe you," came Jan's message. "You're just bragging."

"It's not a brag," Nace texted back. "It's the bain of my existence."

It was true. Having a huge cock sounds like all fun and games until your partners stop wanting to give you head because it strains their jaw too much. Until even pussy that can handle the girth can never take you balls-deep. Until no one will let you try anal. It was (if you excuse the double entendre) a massive pain in the ass.

"Pics or you're lying."

"I'm not hard."

"Then get hard."

Nace was pretty sure Jan would send him something for inspiration if he asked but he was too polite to do so. Instead, he spent a few moments on the main page of his favourite pornsite and took his dick out of his pants, stroking a spit-wet palm just under the head until it was suitably photogenic.

Nace sent a photo.

After the longest twenty seconds of Nace's life, Jan's reply came through.

"Nice. I have a toy that size."

"Pics or you're lying," Nace returned Jan's tease.

Jan sent a photo.

It was a sleek black thing, flared suction-cup base with smooth ridges and a realistic tip moulded into the silicone. He included his face for scale, eyebrows raised in a playful expression. It looked huge next to him. Nace stroked himself a little more.

"Can you take it?"

"Yup."

"All of it?"

"Of course."

"Show me."

Half an hour later, Nace was catching his breath, cleaning his own cum off his chest.

"Quite the performance," he told his friend. "Would love to see it in person some time."

"Do you have plans tomorrow?"

"Nothing I can't cancel."

***

"Fuck, that's good."

Jan was on his knees, forearms resting on the top of the headboard. He had already been playing with himself before Nace arrived, a fat plug keeping him open. He had let Nace pop it out for him, ready to replace with cock. Now, Nace was in him just a couple of inches, angling himself to push against Jan's prostate.

"You can go deeper than that," Jan turned his head a little to tell him, dark hair messy on his face. "I can take it, don't worry about hurting me."

"I want it to feel good for you too," Nace told him. "I'm not just here to use you as a cocksleeve."

Jan groaned. "Say that word again."

"What? Cocksleeve?"

"Now say it with your hand around my throat."

After a moment of hesitation, Nace leaned forward over him, reaching to wrap his hand around Jan's neck. Just a little pressure with his hand, just a little pressure with his dick and -

"Cocksleeve."

Jan's whole body shook underneath him. Those red puffy lips whined out an obscene noise and his warm, wet ass clenched around Nace's cock in waves and the sore, swollen dick between his legs dribbled cum onto the sheets below them.

"Did you just come?"

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I told you I want you to enjoy it."

"I'm enjoying it." His body was still tremoring.

"Do you want to carry on?"

"Don't you dare stop now. But can we have more lube?"

Nace leaned back, pulling out. He watched Jan's pretty little asshole twitch as it gaped at him, enough that Nace could pour lube directly inside him as well as down the length of his cock. He smeared it over himself until he was glistening. There was no way he should have been able to fit inside but Jan was like a fantasy, like his own personal pornstar, moaning like heaven on earth the moment Nace was inside him again, pleasure in high definition.

Newly slick, Nace pushed deep. At least, as deep as he had even been before. Still inches away from any skin-on-skin contact, but Nace had learned to accept his fate. He knew he'd never be able feel his entire cock inside a lover to the hilt, he'd never be able to give someone everything. At least, he thought that was true. Until he met Jan.

"Deeper."

"More?"

"More."

Nace pushed. Underneath him, Jan's back was beginning to sweat, the muscles of his arms flexing where he held himself up, slutty little hips wiggling. Nace caught them with his hands and pulled them back onto his cock deeper, the most beautiful sight Nace had ever seen. He was rock solid, desperately aroused, losing more and more control with every inch he gained into Jan's depths. He felt so good, so warm and tight and willing. Nace wrapped an arm underneath him and pressed up against his belly, feeling the movement of his own cock filling Jan's guts as he thrust into him. Fuck.

"You sure you can take it all?"

Jan's voice was deep, breathy. "Fuck me, Nace."

His core tightened. Nace's hips rolled a deep, dirty rhythm, pushing and pushing and pushing until -

Nace's hips were flush with Jan's ass. Never before had he been so deep, the entire length of his cock able to enjoy someone's body, and he pushed again, forcing himself against the cushioning of Jan's butt, letting his balls slap against him. He was as deep as he could be, giving him everything, closer than he had ever been to anyone before. The feeling was addictive. Inside Nace, a fire burned.

Jan was moaning, trying to meet Nace's movements but little more than putty in his hands. Nace had picked up the pace, not having to worry about hurting him, not having to restrain himself, just able to give without fear and take without guilt, letting go, getting closer. He gritted his teeth against the intensity of it all. Rough hands took hold of Jan's shoulders, squeezing tight enough to hear Jan whine, his knuckles blanching white.

He couldn't keep his nasty thoughts to himself.

"I'm gonna come so deep in your ass you're gonna taste it in your mouth."

Jan's whole body shook.

[anxious-witch]

top 10 favourite Jance moments, go!

Xnxjxmxnnx love that this is what you decided you needed to know first 😂

*cracks knuckles* let's get to it, shall we?

Number ten because this little dance in Carpe Diem made me notice them the first time. It's sooo cute and they always seem to have fun no matter how many times they have done that.

Number nine, I mentioned this in my gay moments post but mentioning it again. Just, the way Jan grabs both the glass and Nace's hand?? Like he is challenging him to say smth? Love it.

Number eight. When Jan full on opened up his mouth to show Nace what kind of sweet he was eating??? Like good sir?? You are doing a public live??(I love it, please keep on going)

Number seven, the way Jan stares at his lips here?? Then back to his eyes? The kissing motion? Why would you, as a supposedly straight man, look at him that way? Huh? Why?

Number six, what the hell this was, honestly. Erotic face and chest touching while Jan is smirking like he knows something the rest of us don't (how Nace looks in bed)

Number five, Jan kiss8ng Nace's cheek. It's sweet, you can see how flustered Nace got for a second there. Adorable

Number four, we have Jan feeling tired and lying in Nace's lap. And Nace trying to lift his spirits by playing with the teddy bear. Like, my god, these two are so domestic my HEART

Number three, we have this bit from SSOL, about them sharing a bunk. Y'know, like bros do. Totally platonically

At number two, Nace going on his knees for Jan because A sem ti povedal hit him so hard. Truly their song

Anddd at number one is of course the almost kiss. And Jan doing...whatever that was with his tongue. Foreplay? God knows. Either way, made me go absolutely feral

Thank you for the ask and I hope it was educational for your further fandom experience

[khihi]

plenty of people are going to analyse these pictures in a much more eloquent way but i still want to throw out a small perspective i have on nace's photos

especially as someone who's struggled with body image and self perception and weight for practically half my life (so tw for talking about those things kinda)

because i'm sure we're all very aware nace has struggled with those things in the past too, and i can't help but think about how those things will have affected him while having his shoot done.

compare what nace wears here to bojan's topless photos. bojan is emotional in a very different ways in those pictures, and the shirtlessness enhances that, but he's confident in his 'nakedness' (not happy, arguably, but confident enough in his body). compare it especially to kris, who appears the most naked out of all of them in their shoots, despite wearing a shirt, because of the all the artistic choices made and how much more relaxed within himself he is compared to the others in his own 'therapy session'. compare it even to jan's all-black long-sleeved shirt; jan (or the image of jan being presented to us through damon's lens – that's a whole other story in of itself) is making a choice in what he shows of himself, and he's certain in his choice. there's no resistence or discomfort or yearning in the shadows he's hidden himself in.

nace, meanwhile, is somewhere in the middle of all of them. he's in a short-sleeved shirt, tugging it further to give us a glimpse at a little more. aside from, obviously, letting us see his gorgeous tattoo sleeve better, i think one of the things this could well be showing us is nace's strides in confidence, alongside the discomfort he likely still feels.

because he's ready to show off his arms, and he's tugging at the fabric to show a little more than we usually get to see and, let's be real, it's fucking hot. he's confident enough now to start leaning into being found attractive, which is fucking beautiful.

but, at the same time, he's not ready to go fully shirtless – he's not at the point where he can strip and pose purposefully like bojan can, or strip and let himself relax into his identity like kris can. and, unlike the way jan hides himself, which feels very purposeful on jan's part, it doesn't feel like it's fully nace's choice – or, at least, there's tension and discomfort there still that he doesn't get a choice in hiding. his hands are clenched and clinging to the material, his arms are crossed protectively over his chest, and his eyes?? they're heartstoppingly dangerous. protecting himself and keeping the audience at a distance, but alluring and drawing you in at the same time; he's so confident in himself these days, but he still likely carries a lot of his old discomfort.

couple all of that with the way he looks in the last picture up at the top of this post – the way he's rubbing at his face, like he's trying to mould it into a shape, almost. all these three images have a kind of tourmented edge to them.

luckily, similarly to bojan's safe sweater shots, nace gets catharsis after all these intense emotions in these soft, tender shots, where his eyes are so much brighter and then heavily lidded and peaceful.

...oh, and of course, as has already been pointed out by @radioactive-cloud, nace gets his safe sweater in the form of jan, and we get to see that playful smile when he's around someone who makes him feel comfortable in himself ♡

[izpira-se-zlato]

Bootleg Hojan Merch

I know Nace shared part of the story in an interview a couple days ago, but I was planning on doing a write-up before I knew that, so here you go 😂 Also contains the continuation of the saga in Finland :D

Putting this under a cut because it's gonna be a bit of a read (plus a few more pictures). Yeah, I hope no one here is surprised that I suck at keeping things short 😂

So I have done a fair bit of clownery this year, and the most recent bit (before the shirt project) was attending two of the Polish gigs, Wrocław and Poznań.

I was wearing my Cha Cha Cha shirt to the Poznań gig, and when taking pictures with Bojan and Nace after the show, I opened my jacket so the shirt was visible. When stepping back after the pic, Nace spied the shirt and was kinda excited about seeing Käärijä merch – though he prefers the Häärijä merch, as he told us, because he's a "big fan" (his words, not mine).

So back at the hotel, I told @braveheart1418, "God, I'm so tempted to try to procure an actual Häärijä shirt. Tell me that's a stupid idea." Of course she did no such thing and so we looked into how much it would cost (too much) and how long it would take (too long), and so I was like, "bummer. And I'm not comfortable making bootleg official merch. Although, omg – it would be hilarious of we did Hojan merch!"

And the longer I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea. Again, I told friends, "tell me that would be a stupid idea," and again, they were filthy enablers, and so I started looking into the matter semi-seriously once I was back home (that was Wednesday the 22nd, so almost exactly a week before I left on a business trip leading into a stay at my parents' place leading into the gig).

The first thought was to get a big HOJAN in the Häärijä lettering on foil to iron onto a black shirt, though @braveheart1418 had commented that the design with a picture Häärijä on is much more memorable. That was a very valid point, except that there were no Hojan pics in suitable resolution that were in the right pose.

Thus, things I needed to solve:

get a plotter to cut out "Hojan" for the chest -> my mom said my cousin had a friend with a plotter. Contact was established

get a picture similar to the official merch of Hojan -> I reached out to Dean, who was absolutely lovely and set me up with a picture I could use

clip Hojan from the picture -> I had @submariini as well as another dear friend help me there because they are both much better at photoshop than me and were kind enough to offer their help, and decided to add the yellow border because the best picture Dean had sent me was black & white

get transfer paper -> easy: amazon (loathe as I am to use it)

find a copy shop to print Hojan for me -> tricky bc I got Inkjet-Printer transfer paper and most copy shops have laserjets, if they allow using your own paper at all -> I got laserjet transfer paper and once again had my cousin come to the rescue and helped me print it :D

find t-shirts in the right sizes -> I solved this by eyeballing and taking pics of my dad in the various sizes to check with @submariini. While nerve-wrecking, I am astonished just how well the sizing worked out in the end!

Despite the limited time (limited further by me getting sick Monday/Tuesday before my business trip), it all came together beautifully: I did a test-print Friday evening and picked up the foil cuts, went shirt shopping with my parents on Saturday (shout out to them for letting their adult kid drag them through three different clothes stores and especially to my dad for gamely trying on half a dozen shirts and waiting while I yelled at ed about which to take 😂), finished the test shirt (mine) that evening and adjusted the colours on the outline to be closer to the foil, printed three more copies of Hojan Sunday morning, and got them ready just in time for leaving for the gig!

Which was yet again nerve-wrecking because of the unprecedented amounts of snow happening in Bavaria, but it stood no chance against our determination!

Unfortunately, the snow situation meant that JO couldn't come out after the show, so I passed the shirt to Nace during it and received a pick in return, which made me bluescreen as I hadn't expected an exchange 😂 He put the shirt down without having looked at it, which was a bit unfortunate because I would have loved to have seen his reaction, but it was still a pretty cool moment.

They did get a lot of gifts this close to St. Nikolaus (which is also celebrated in Germany, or at least was in my youth), most of which they left on the stage for the crew to gather up, so I bluescreened even worse when Nace bee-lined over to me as they came back on stage for the SSOL-encore to thank me again for the shirt – others told me later he'd taken it backstage after Carpe Diem with him, which I'd missed 😅

After the show, I met @mogoce-nocoj and ended up talking to her for quite a while outside the venue because neither of us wanted to split off into different directions, and so it wasn't until we were on our way back to @braveheart1418's hotel room (finally accepting that we wouldn't manage to say goodbye quite so soon and might as well talk somewhere warm 😅) that I saw that Bojan had posted the story to his Instagram 😂. Let me just say that it was very fortunate we were still out-doors and not near normal flats, because I don't think I was quiet when I saw 😂

I actually ended up making four shirts including my trial one – one for Nace, one for Häärijä himself because it felt fitting, and one for @submariini because he's such a Häärijä fan :D

The latter two, I took with me to Rovaniemi (which was ed's fault, because (and I quote), "come to Rollo! It'll be fun!"), where a bunch of friends and I met up for a birthday party slash Käärijä gig (over 20 clowns in one place, it was amazing, 10/10 would do again (genuinely)). The weather and means of transport tried to keep us apart (train strikes and ice rains on my end, though I still had better luck than Joker Out), but we actually all made it and by now all made it back again, too :D

As I mentioned in a different post, I actually managed to hand over the shirt to Häärijä before the gig, and he told me he would wear it on stage, which he did! I also got a picture with him, ed, and me all in our shirts, which was also pretty great :D

So, yeah! The Process™ of project 1.

Thank you so so much to everyone who helped and encouraged me along the way -- my parents and my cousin, the gift to our fandom that is Dean Grainger (none of whom will hopefully ever read this specific post), @braveheart1418, @submariini, @alephai, my dearest friend K who's been an enabler for so so many shenanigans, and xia!bf for bearing with my insanity (both where the shirts are concerned and the general Käärijä/JO brainrot) and helping me make this project a reality 💛

[ljubitelj-sonca]

Zigaretten und Wildrosen

Chapter 5/11 - Spring II - the one with the shirt

“Nace Jordan, if you are putting on another sweater right now, I am rioting.”

Nace blanched. “How—how the fuck do you know that?”

The curtain to his stall was ripped open, Jan standing in its way, wearing a dark t-shirt made from some weird fabric that looked too heavy for his frame. Nace was glad he himself was still wearing the turtleneck he’d just tried on so Jan wasn’t staring at his topless form.

“I knew it,” Jan said, staring at the offending sweater Nace was about to change into still in his hand. “Nace, you can’t wear a sweater at the festival, it’s summer, and with the sun and the stage lights. You’re gonna be boiling.”

“But I like how they look,” Nace responded quietly. Jan was right of course. But.

“Oh, I do too, I think you look fantastic in sweaters,” Jan said, effectively shutting Nace up. “But I would prefer you to actually make the gig and not have you faint from heat exhaustion.”

Read it on AO3 here!

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

Immortalised WIP please! 🫶 I'm still not over that photoshoot (will never be over)

same here! I think about it wayyyy too often still 🫠 here's a snippet from the start, about how the jance photoshoot came to be:

"Hey, listen... I-"

Nace pauses, letting out a slightly shaky breath as he angles his head down, refusing to meet Damon's eyes.

"I'm not sure how I feel about... all this. Being photographed and being vulnerable like that. Having all the attention on me in the spotlight. I'm not..." he trails off again, searching for the right words. "I'm not confident like that. Not in that way. Not like Bojan or Kris."

Damon is silent as he listens, quietly and thoughtfully nodding along to what Nace is saying. It's only natural he's heard this before from his subjects, of course. He's worked with so many people, so many personalities captured through the eye of his lens, that it's inevitable some of them have been apprehensive before. And perhaps he'd even captured that apprehension as a part of who they are in his work.

But, still, Nace can't help feeling incredibly uneasy about it all.

"You know... it's not always a completely comfortable experience for some. It's part of the art, to get pushed out of your comfort zone and discover the parts of yourself you let slip when that happens. In fact, many feel better for it, and end up learning something about themself in the process."

Damon moves forward, keeping his eyes trained on Nace until he finally looks up to meet his gaze. Nace can only find softness and empathy there, and his heart melts a little.

Before he can think of anything to say, Damon continues. "You don't have to be confident, Nace. No one's asking you to be, if that's not what you feel. The point is to embrace it, whatever it is that you are feeling, to let it show through in your face, in your body language, in your eyes. Let it be your own personal therapy."

Nace blinks, finding himself moved by Damon's words. There's no doubt that this man is a master of his craft; a true artist, feeling and speaking purely from the heart. He radiates pure passion and Nace finds it equally mesmerising and comforting.

He lets out a breath and nods slowly, though he's acutely aware of Damon's continued studying gaze. It's like his eyes themselves are lenses, and he can hear the camera shutter as it scrutinises him, analyses him. Click, click, click.

"But, you know..." he says slowly after a while, and Nace can practically see the gears turning in his head. "If there's anything at all you can think of that would make it easier for you, or more comfortable... then, please tell me. I can make it work, or only capture what you want me to, if that makes you feel any better."

Nace ponders this. What would make him feel better?

Well, of course, there is only truly one answer to that question.

"Actually... do you think you could maybe combine your chapters three and four a little?"

ask me about one of my wips!

[lunafoster]

Oh No

AN: So I can’t stop thinking about them *cough* ESC 2023 contestants *cough* and this came out. I’m so sorry.

AN2: yes, I’m from Europe if anyone was wondering; also, excuse my English but it’s not my first language.

Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!actress!reader

Surprise in the end!

Words: 1500+

Bojan couldn’t wait.

He was ecstatic, unable to keep himself still as he was being driven to the airport in Liverpool.

“Will you stop moving,” Jan sighed, nudging him with his elbow.

“He hasn’t seen her in a month, Jan,” Nace retorted, “of course he’s excited.”

He couldn’t even answer to them as his bandmates continued arguing over if he should or shouldn’t be this nervous about seeing his girlfriend again. After all, he was going to see her today, and that just made him so giddy he couldn’t focus on anything else.

The thing is, she had been away in America, filming a new TV show that would undoubtedly be loved by the public once it was out; so she couldn’t exactly accompany him in his Eurovision journey since him and his friends were elected in Slovenia.

He was so proud of her for making it into another soon-to-be hit show, but he missed her so very much during the last month. It’s true they tried calling each other every chance they had, but the time difference and their busy schedules didn’t let them be part of each other’s lives as much as they were used to.

Bojan couldn’t wait to give her the biggest hug and all the kisses he couldn’t give her when they were apart. He cringed at himself at the thought. That was disgusting.

“Hey!” A clap resounded in the air just millimetres away from his face.

“What?”

“We’re here,” Kris told him, clapping his shoulder.

He looked around. He was the only one left in the van. The Slovene swallowed thickly. Why was he so nervous about meeting her?

He walked out of the vehicle, following the rest of his bandmates inside the airport and wringing his sweaty hands together.

They had all been careful, not saying anything on social media or giving away the fact that she was coming, even if he wanted to scream it at the world. He hadn’t even told any of the new friends he had made because of Eurovision. All of this wasn’t because their relationship was a secret, it couldn’t be further from that, but they didn’t want that much attention at their first meeting in a month. One never knows how he’s going to react.

When he arrived at the correct place with his best friends, he heard Jan asking him:

“Do you know if she’s already landed?”

He shook his head and grabbed his phone, realising he had a message from two minutes ago telling him she had, in fact, landed.

He put his phone away, staring directly at the exit doors the people from her flight would be using.

“I’m taking that stupid grin as a ‘yes, she’s landed’.”

Bojan nodded but didn’t look away, his eyes stinging. He refused to blink, what if he didn’t see her?

Big groups of people started getting out through the doors, Bojan getting more anxious as time passed and she didn’t appear. What if she changed her mind, all this time away from him making her realise she didn’t need him?

He didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. He saw her, carrying her luggage around with tired eyes that changed the second they landed on him.

A big smile spread across her cheeks as she started running towards him, leaving her suitcase near the rest of his bandmates and jumping up. He started chuckling the moment he felt her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, reacting and putting his own hands below her to support her weight on him.

For long moments, they stayed like that, breathing each other in and feeling the warmth of the other’s skin on theirs; ignoring the other men’s cheers and puking sounds.

She was the first to move, removing her head from the junction between his shoulder and neck and smiling up at him with a shine in her eyes.

“Hi!”, she exclaimed.

“Hello,” he smiled back.

She noticed the soft look in his eyes, the small but genuine smile on his lips, it made the butterflies in her belly push against her skin, wanting to be able to touch him and be with him even closer than she was now.

“Are you not going to say anything about the rest of us?” Jure let out, feigning annoyance but with a huge smile on his face.

“I don’t know about that…,” she couldn’t help but match his energy, slowly getting down from her boyfriend’s embrace and going over to the guys, giving each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Why do they get a kiss?” Bojan asked half jokingly half seriously wandering why he couldn’t get one, “I’m your boyfriend! Your boyfriend!”

“Alright, alright… don’t be a big baby, love.”

“No!”

They drowned out the sound of the boys’ whines as they did, in fact, kiss. Bojan couldn’t help but tighten his grasp on her when she started to move away from him, chasing after her lips and giving her another sweet peck before she could escape him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw hers were still closed, a pink flush dusting over her cheeks. She opened her eyes and he saw the entire universe in them. His world.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jan said, exasperated, “let’s go back to the hotel.”

“And no more kissing,” Kris added, “please.”

The couple laughed at the disgusted faces with which the rest of the group agreed, her taking his hand and following them to the van.

The rest of the day was spent meeting and getting to know the other ESC participants, as her boyfriend and his band had insisted so much in it.

They did leave her luggage in his hotel room first, but right after that they went to meet the band Voyager, and then Alessandra, Vesna, Blanca Paloma, and the rest of them.

She had had fun with all of them and sung a little of their songs with their respective artists, since she had heard them all countless times before.

The only one who she hadn’t met yet was the Finnish contestant, who she was the most curious about. She had to admit she enjoyed the vibe of his song the most (even more than her boyfriend’s, but she wouldn’t admit it to anyone), and he seemed like a great guy whenever Bojan talked about their hang outs.

Apparently, Käärijä had been gone the whole morning, no one knowing where he had gone off to at all. Her boyfriend wanted her to meet him, after all, the Finn had quickly become one of his best friends, sharing his energy and sense of humour.

“Guys!” Alessandra ran to them when they were coming back to the hotel from having lunch outside, “there’s gonna be a party today! The hotel’s throwing it for us!”

“We’ll go for sure, right?” Jure looked at his mates and the girl.

After they all agreed, Alessandra invited them for coffee and they went along with her, chatting about any topic that came to mind.

“What are you gonna wear tonight?” the Norwegian singer asked her.

“I’m not sure, I don’t think I have anything party-appropriate in my suitcase…”

“We’ll see about that, let’s go get it and to my room! I’m gonna make you look amazing!” She said excitedly, taking her hand and leading her upstairs, leaving the boys startled but laughing either way.

When it was time for the party, the girl went back to her boyfriend’s hotel room with the outfit her and Alessandra had come up with. She liked it, as it was comfortable but also dressy enough to wear to a party.

She knocked twice.

Her boyfriend opened the door, a black sweater, black jeans and black boots on.

“Oh no! They made her emo!” She said in English.

“Shut up!” He chuckled, pushing her playfully and fake-glaring at her.

She giggled and pushed him back. They ended up full on laughing in the middle of the hotel’s hallway, earning a few weird glances from people walking by.

When they calmed down enough to start talking normally again, Bojan extended his arm for her to take.

“Shall we go?” He asked in the most British accent he could muster.

“We shall,” she answered.

That’s how they found themselves having dinner with his band mates and the rest of the Eurovision contestants and technicians. Still, the Finn was nowhere to be seen.

“Have you seen Jere today?” ALIKA asked Bojan, a slight worried look in her eyes.

“Not really. I was gonna ask you the same thing, honestly.”

The Estonian singer let out a small sigh, continuing to eat while chatting away with the rest of the people at their table.

“Maybe something happened?” His girlfriend asked him, worried too after learning that no one knew where the guy was.

“We should probably check,” he replied, “when we finish, yeah?”

She nodded, going back to eat and watching her boyfriend do the same.

When the party started, Bojan and her went to the Finnish rapper’s door, knocking but hearing no response.

Giving up after a handful of tries, they went back to the party and tried to forget about it. Surely, they’d see him tomorrow, wouldn’t they?

However, tomorrow quickly turned into today when they caught a glimpse at the bowl-cut black hair and they headed towards Käärijä so that Bojan could properly introduce her to him.

“Jere! Finally man, you disappeared the whole day!”

“We go see Liverpool with my brother,” he said, smiling at the sight of the Slovene.

“That’s great!” Bojan smiled too, “you could’ve said something, though, didn’t answer my texts.”

“Sorry,” his smile turned sheepish.

That’s when he turned to her; the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, smiling at him with her eyes sparkling.

“This is my girlfriend,” his daydreaming got cut off by Bojan speaking.

Oh no.

“Hello,” he greeted, “you are beautiful,” slipped through his lips. He just had to say it, couldn’t hold it in.

Bojan huffed out a small laugh at that.

“Thanks!” She giggled cutely.

Oh no.

“I think you’re pretty cool, too!” She said in a perfect Finnish.

He was fucked.

Part 2

[ana-chronista]

hiiii I saw you reblogging that kiss thingy, I'd like to suggest Jance + 10 💚

I'm so sorry this took forever, but I hope you enjoy it! (It just goes to show nothing is ever lost in my inbox, just... slow 😅) Thank you for the request! ❤️ 10. ... desperately

The lock has barely clicked shut behind him before Jan is in his arms, the force knocking him back into the front door. The kiss is all frenzy and no finesse, a bruising mess of teeth and tongues and heat as Jan pushes him back into the wood and he pulls Jan into him. And he’s not complaining. It’s been a long few weeks on tour, with barely a moment to snatch for just the two of them. A cramped tour bus is hardly the right environment to get close to one another without someone or other stumbling across them, only to rush off again with a shout of “I didn’t see anything!” (Or so he’s heard. Hypothetically.) “What’s this all about?” he asks teasingly as they break apart, as if he doesn’t know, as if it’s not exactly the same for him, as if there hasn’t been this tension building ever faster between them all day as they drew closer to home. Jan shoots him a quick glance that’s so deadpan it makes him laugh. “If you can’t guess, I really don’t know what to tell you.” Jan replies, before darting in to recapture Nace’s lips with his own. His fingers find the buttons of Nace’s shirt at the same time, so of course Nace can’t resist pulling him in by his belt loops, deepening the kiss. He feels as much as hears Jan’s moan in response right before the guitarist seems to give up on the buttons halfway down. “You’re distracting me.” Jan says accusingly, still close enough for their lips to brush as he speaks. Nace shrugs, securing his hands on the other man’s hips to make sure he stays as close as possible. “That seems like a you problem.” he says, pressing another quick kiss to his mouth. “Come on, we should go to the bedroom.” He tries to encourage Jan to step back, only to be met with resistance as Jan shakes his head. “I have no idea where that is.” he says, moving in for another kiss. Nace turns his head slightly so Jan can only catch the corner of his mouth. “Yes you do.” “Not since you moved.” “You’ve been here before.” Nace points out. Jan shrugs, toying with the next button down on Nace’s shirt. His breath hitches as the guitarist’s callused fingers brush his bare chest almost by accident – a long few weeks indeed. “Then I’ve clearly forgotten.” “It’s right over there.” Jan doesn’t even look to where Nace is pointing two doorways down. “That’s too far.” “You’re so lazy.” “I just have other priorities.” “Can’t think what those are.” “I mean, I could spell it out for you, or – ” Nace decides right then and there that that’s enough talking for now. As much as he loves their conversations, they’ve been able to do pretty much nothing but talk for so long that maybe Jan is onto something with these other priorities. He cuts him off with a kiss so sudden and bruising that he catches him off guard enough to push him back against the hallway wall, crowding him in somewhere between the coat rack and the dresser. There might not be any time for talking right now, but judging by the way Jan fists his hands in Nace’s hair, or by the sound he makes as Nace hooks his hands under his thighs to lift him up, he’s a hundred percent in agreement with his plan. - Later, Jan will suddenly recall exactly where Nace’s bedroom is in the new flat, but they won’t make it there for several hours.

[saucyjothoughts]

your friendly neighborhood "hung nace agenda" enthusiast 🙏here, asking all the important questions. such as, do you think martin still checks in on his boys every now and then, just to make sure they're all taken care of? I'm sure he's heard nothing but good things from them about nace and doesn't have any worries. but maybe when he's in town he gets to see how nace "performs", just to make sure...

what a wonderful idea! of course Nace took up the mantle of looking after the Jokers. Someone had to keep them all in line.

(NSFW under the cut)

Bojan is always a little performer, playing up his sensuality to an audience, touching himself, thrusting his hips, letting his tongue out to pant like a dog as he sings his heart out. He’s so very aware of the eyes always on him.

However the best way to make Bojan forget he’s being watched is to have his mind consumed by pleasure, all thoughts of performing squirting out of his ears faster that the precum dripping out of his dick as Nace fucks him.

“I see I had nothing to worry about,” Martin muses from the chair, stroking his cock absentmindedly as he watches Nace take care of their little singer. Bojan whimpers loudly as Nace pushes harder, deeper, growling against his neck.

“You trained him to take dick like a slut, I should be thanking you,” Nace laughs as Bojan clenches and tightens around him, proving Nace’s point by moaning high and loud, a moan to rival even the best pornstars. He’s cock drunk and happy, clenching around Nace’s dick with every movement he makes. He hasn’t cum yet but it doesn’t matter, there’s already Martin’s load from earlier rising up and running down Bojan’s thighs when Nace pulls out of him.

“Does Nace take good care of you Bojan?” Martin purrs from his chair, his cock long and hard in his hand.

He gets a slurred “uh-huh” in response, Bojan grinning happily as Nace kisses down his spine.

“Good. Now be a good boy and go get Jan, I want to see if it’s true that Nace managed to tame the little hipster brat.”

[eteisvalssi]

i promised to post some thoughts from both of the concert days at kulttuuritalo so i'm gonna be putting them under a read more :)

saturday 2.3.

i arrived at the venue some time before 9 am

i feel like i always say this but the people that i hang out with at concerts and while queueing are always super nice. i got to know new people, meet mutuals and hang out with so many people i'd gotten to know at previous gigs i'd been to

just remembered that i think i forgot to thank @king-krisu for letting me tag along to their apartment to warm up my pizza that tasted like cardboard so i'm doing it now, kiitos!

buying hand and foot warmers for the queueing was the best purchase ever

when we were let inside, the staff was apparently not informed on where the cloakroom was actually open and if people who were over 18 but didn't have the ticket could go to the +18 side and everything was just a mess and ppl were running around and didn't know where to go

i did get front row on kris' side and it was actually my first time there, i'd always been on jan and nace's side before that

i've listened to pilvet pilvet for a while now and i was so happy to actually see them live, couldn't ask for a better opener

jc stewart was also very good! i'd never heard of him or his songs before but i tried to learn some of them before the gig lol

i feel like we've all seen so much from the soundcheck and gigs from videos and photos that i don't really have that much to add

when kiki came to put the setlist right in front of us we were like no it can't be this short they're definitely gonna play more songs. and they didn't 🥲

it was so nice to see them all actually move around a lot more now that they could

kris kicked straight towards me multiple times during the show and i kept thinking what have i done to deserve this

i completely fell in love with šta bih ja and bluza was so good too!!!

jan and bojan playing the piano <3

as the first gig on tour i kinda felt like they were still warming up after not performing for a while but still it was so good and i loved this concert so much

after the concert i went out with some friends i first met at the gig in tampere on the nordic tour :)

sunday 3.3.

i was supposed to go hang out in the queue for the day but i slept so bad and i was honestly in a bad mood because of that so i just stayed in bed for the whole day until it was time to leave to the venue with my friend and we were there just before the doors opened

i already posted my friend's thoughts from the show as a non-fan and you can find it here

i have a lot of thoughts that i wrote down on monday about going to a concert as a fan with a non-fan vs. alone but i'm not gonna be yapping about it in this post

i was kinda far back and i'm short so i didn't really see that well and i made the mistake of wearing a hoodie instead of what i was planning to wear so it was also extremely hot

this setlist was more to my taste with barve oceana and padam

the new song took me straight on a cruise ship to sweden

when they announced ruisrock the response of the audience was so loud!

i had a fan with me and i was fanning myself during vse kar vem and i just saw bojan looking at me kinda worried but when he saw me singing along he smiled and i almost started crying

i feel like they were more relaxed during this concert and that's understandable with the first concert being more of a rehearsal as the first concert of the whole tour

when we got out literally everyone was freaking out about everything that happened and saying how much better it was than yesterday

i was so tired and felt kinda sick that we just went to get some food after sitting down for a while and then i went back to my hotel room and that was it

overall i had a such a fun weekend! thanks to everyone who i spent time with <3 would've loved to talk to even more of you guys! next up is london and of course ruisrock in the summer :)

[anxious-witch]

holiday prompt you say? well well well, totally not based on my experiences

aheeem heeem

good ol’ jance (everyone’s favorite)

one of them offering a hot beverage, the other declining the offer. first one constantly being like “are you sure? you look cold”

I know I keep combining these, but some just fit so well! And I don't want to writing anything too short or repeat myself so! I hope this is fine, since I included both

Jan was having a bad day. His insomnia kicked in last night, which meant he didn't get much sleep. With Jere being over and Bojan's apartment for the holidays, the two of them kept constantly dragging the rest of them somewhere.

Because God forbid Jere didn't get the full experience with all of them around.

So here Jan was, after barely a few hours of sleep, standing by the ice rink. Freezing.

“Janči,” Nace said gently, “are you sure you don't want something to drink? Maybe mulled wine? Or hot chocolate?”

Jan set his jaw.

“No.”

Nace pursed his lips, giving him a worried once over. Jan knew he wasn't happy about how he dressed for the weather. He wore only a leather coat and a scarf that Nace wrapped around his neck at the last moment.

He wasn't that cold though. It was just sleep deprivation.

“You look cold.”

“I'm not.”

Nace sighed.

“Janči. Com'on.”

Jan crossed his arms over his chest.

“I'm tired, not cold.”

Nace reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Jan felt an overwhelming fondness wash over him, despite his annoyance.

“I am just trying to help.”

Jan grabbed his wrist when he tried to pull his hand back and kissed his palm. Nace's cheeks colored slightly.

“I know. Sorry, I am just tired.”

“Coffee might help?”

Jan snorted at his weak attempt.

“No. Unless you are offering to whisk me away from these idiots,” Jan quickly glanced at the ice rink, “I think I'll pass.”

Nace chewed on his lip and glanced at the ice rink. Bojan, Jere, Kris and Jure were there, Nace and Jan didn't join them due to Nace pulling a muscle in the gym recently. Jan didn't want to leave him alone and frankly, he felt like he'd be completely uncoordinated anyway.

Nace got up from their table and Jan curiously watched him as he got to the rink and waved their friends over. He saw him talk to Kris-Bojan and Jure were currently being chased by Jere across the rink-and then quickly come back.

“What was that about?”

“We are leaving. You are clearly tired and I did pull a muscle so…how about we just drive around and look at the lights? And then go home and watch a movie or something.”

Jan smiled warmly.

“I would like that.”

So they did. Nace drove, not trusting him not to get drowsy behind the wheel with the little sleep he got, and simply drove around.

Jan felt slightly like a cat, looking at all the bright lights and Christmas decorations of the houses. Nace drove slowly, so he could steal glances as well, but also the streets seemed to be mostly empty. Like that lull of the day where everyone was just content to stay where they were.

“Maybe we should buy the rooftop Santa for next year,” Nace mused, looking at one of the houses.

Jan laughed.

“And put it where? We live in an apartment!”

Nace shrugged, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe in a living room. Igor would love him.”

Jan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. Would love tearing it apart.”

It was Nace who laughed this time. They continued driving and commenting on the decorations, either approving or disapproving of the choice.

After a while, they both got tired and Nace began driving them home. Jan looked at him as they passed all the colorful lights and decorations once more, suddenly struck by how lucky he was. How thankful he was for Nace.

For the fact that they got to spend the holidays together.

“Nace?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you know that, right?”

Nace carefully parked the car before turning to him and taking his hands in his.

“Of course I know. I love you too. Is everything okay?”

Jan nodded.

“Yeah-yeah I just. Maybe I don't say it enough. But I really do. Thank you for this. Everything, actually.”

Nace kissed him. Jan was almost started by it, not expecting it. He kissed him back, melting into the kiss. Then Nace gently pulled away.

“You don't have to thank me for that. And I know you love me, you just express it in different ways and that's okay. Although I won't complain if you say it more often, either.”

Jan snorted.

“Alright then. I love you.”

Then he kissed him again. He could say many more things. He could tell him that he loved him and he loved spending time with him every day. That he couldn't wait to spend every holiday and special occasion with him, along with all the ordinary days and love him throughout all of them.

Jan might still tell him another day. For now, he'd be content kissing him and accepting the fact that despite all of it, he likely knew all that already.

[lovvecherrymotion]

“Thank you,” Nace says. He's hugging Gengar to his chest with both arms, an image so adorable that Jan wants to squeeze him like his own personal soft toy.

“You're welcome. Did I ever tell you I won a basketball contest once?”

Nace shakes his head.

“It was years ago and the prize was like 10 euros. Not much money in it, but it's good for showing off.”

Nace giggles and keeps grinning at him even when the sound fades out. “You looked really cool,” he says.

Jan feels his face get a little warmer.

“I've got to buy you a coffee now,” Nace says. “To make us even.”

He tries very hard to keep his smile under control. “With the price of coffee these days, that wouldn't make us even. You'd have spent more on me than I have on you. I'll have to buy you dinner to keep up.”

“I wouldn't mind that.”

“Trying to score a free meal out of me?” he teases, which is far better than the alternative option of melting into a puddle.

“I could buy the next one if it keeps the scales balanced.”

He laughs. “We're going to end up in so much debt to each other.”

Nace smiles and shrugs. “If that's what it takes.”

part one here 💜

ohhhh, anon, you killed me with this one. their flirting is adorable and, of course, they have to keep doing all these nice things for each other. to keep the scales balanced 🤭

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

just finished making embroidery bracelets to hopefully be able to give to joker out on thursday!

this has been my little project for about a month now, which took a lot longer than I intended 😭 but I'm really happy with how they turned out! and I'm so glad I managed to get them done before the concert too.

I also made some deliberate choices with the colours. Bojan's is pink because it's his favourite colour and the green is (of course) a nod to Käärijä 🥰 then Kris' is blue because I associate him with blue in my mind for some reason, red for Jan because it's HIS colour and he looks sexy in red, Nace's is purple because gengar is his favourite pokemon, and finally I chose yellow for Jure because he has a very sunny personality :)

also for anyone going to the London gig, feel free to come and say hi to me! I'm quite shy and awkward but I always love making new friends and I'd love to meet some of my mutuals from here! I have an early entry ticket so you'll find me in that queue :)

[rosetta-j-stone]

Time for the sequel to this post : D

Hi everyone! Here's a fluffy SFW BoJere fic for y'all. Enjoy <3

It's been a hell of a day.

Normally Bojan gets his energy from two main sources, being on stage and meeting new people. But for some reason today, which has been full of both of these things, has been...a LOT.

He feels...what's that thing Jan says introverts feel?

Drained.

And he hates it.

If performing isn't fun and being with others is exhausting...if he can't be the perky, bouncy, energetic golden boy who gets the party started...who even is he?

Bojan doesn't want to think too hard about that one.

(There's a reason he's not finishing that Sociology course.)

His phone buzzes. Ugh.

He checks it even though he already knows what it means.

Yep. It's the alert Kris insisted on programming in to remind him about the next interview. He grins despite himself, remembering that conversation.

If you can call Kris grabbing the phone off him and telling him "I'm putting this in your phone. NOW. In case you "forget"." a conversation.

Kris is the only person he knows who can pronounce air quotes perfectly.

Bojan sighs, throws the phone on the bed, runs his hands through his hair distractedly, and tries to focus on which outfit he should pick out of the band's shared wardrobe (Nace's suitcase) for...which interview even is this again? He's lost track, and for once "Human Filofax" Guštin hasn't bothered to give details beyond the time and place.

Maybe he's lost track too.

Bojan throws himself back on the bed in frustration. Maybe he'll just lie here for a few more minutes.

A few more hours.

The rest of his life.

Is...

Is someone knocking at the door?

It can't be any of the boys surely.

Housekeeping maybe?

He manoeuvres himself upright again, summoning his best "charming young functional human being" face, forces himself over to the door, and opens it.

It's...

It's him.

Jere.

For one dizzying moment he thinks the Finn is going to ask to come in, but then he clocks the puffy jacket. Jere is clearly on his way out somewhere.

Somewhere that ISN'T an interview.

Lucky bastard.

Jere grins at him and for a minute Bojan thinks he's read his mind.

"Jokerman. I think I find you here. Other jokers waiting downstairs"

Bojan groans. Of course they sent Jere to go and get him.

He's going to kill Kris later.

Slowly and painfully.

Jere is looking at him with his head on one side, like some kind of confused kitten. If he was in a better mood he'd be more tickled by the image.

When Jere speaks again, it's surprisingly gentle. Hesitant. "I think...I think...the Bojan not want to join other jokers this time yesyes?"

As a wise person once probably said, the only thing worse than no one noticing you're not okay is someone else noticing you're not okay. Bojan sinks down to the floor, bringing his hands up to hide his face.

He doesn't want to look Jere in the eye right now.

Jere seems to get the message because Bojan feels him looking away, but he doesn't leave.

Instead he sits down next to Bojan.

There's a moment's silence.

Jere breaks it.

"If the Bojan not so tall dark and handsome, I lend him my jacket right now. This very comforting jacket yesyes. But...not fit you I think". He steals a sideways glance at Bojan, half-concerned, half-mischievous.

Bojan can't help it. The image of him in Jere's clothes is...

He giggles despite himself.

Jere tentatively touches his arm.

"But...I think Bojan maybe fit Jere's arm ok?" He pauses. "Is OK?"

Bojan looks up gratefully.

"More than OK"

Jere slides an arm around his waist gently. Bojan allows himself to relax into it, leaning his head on Jere's shoulder. He half-expects Jere to make a joke about never letting him go but instead he brings his hand up, lightly, slowly, and starts softly stroking Bojan's hair. Almost automatically Bojan nestles closer. Before he quite realises it, his arms are around Jere and he's gripping onto that stupid puffy coat like his life depends on it.

Jere doesn't even flinch. He just hugs Bojan tight like it's the end of the world.

Eventually, he speaks again, and his voice is so soft, so gentle, like a caress.

"You want we stay here? I can tell other jokers you sick. Again."

He grins but Bojan sees the concern in his eyes. He shakes his head.

"No. I need to get out."

Jere looks thoughtful again. Then he gets to his feet and holds out his hand.

"Me too. You come with me? We go out, just us"

Bojan looks at him.

"The boys will kill me"

There's a gleam in the Finn's eye. "Is that a yes, Jokerman?"

Bojan takes hold of Jere's hand, smiling, and lets him pull him back up.

"Better".

He takes Jere's other hand and holds it tight.

"It's a yesyes"

[izpira-se-zlato]

your Stožice Photo Dump photos have pictures from so many different angles and distances from the stage, did you move around so much somehow? 🤔

ahaha I wish -- I switched places with a friend after the shoving got too bad, but mostly the stage was just a pretty fun layout! We were on the left side of the cat walk if you looked at the stage (so "Kris's side"), and they came up the cat walk bit quite a lot, which enabled me to get different angles of them.

Since this got long -- and turned into something of another pic spam -- more under the cut :D

Here you can see the catwalk pretty well:

It was a really cool layout, imo, bc it made for quite a lot of "front row", and granted, I wasn't actually barrier, but second row (behind the person streaming for JO Subs, actually! So my view was really close to what "viewers at home" got).

... Still close enough to get caught in the Omamljeno Telo Shower 😂😂

And then, of course, I thought the crowd was pretty stunning, too, so this is me having turned around and photographed the crows "in front of" the cat walk ... tip. Or whatever it's called

Not included in the photodump (I think): the large LED screens they had so people further in the back could also see things. That was very helpful when Bojan lay down for Padam, because I'd suddenly lost track of him and the LED screens meant I could find him (and then zoom in on him, which is how I got the pic of him on the floor)

This is said view during Padam -- probably looks familiar from the first pic I posted, because Bojan lay down right where the catwalk grew out of the main stage (and from the pixellation, you can tell that I had to zoom to catch him bc he was kinda small from where we were standing)

But they were really great about moving around, and so they all kind of stopped in front of where we were standing? In the Bojan pic, you can see the camera mounted at the "tip" of the cat walk, and in the Kris with Jan and Nace (respectively) pics underneath, I was facing straight ahead. (The lying water bottle/cups are the same in all three pics)

And, as I said -- I was right behind JO Subs, which you can see in this pic :D (I'd say "you have to trust me it's indeed JO subs", but you can probably cross-reference this with the stream, I think it's floating around somewhere)

And finally, here's them on the "main stage" during Carpe Diem -- which probably shows why I only took very, very few pics of them on the main stage. They were just too tiny from our spot. But they did come to the front of the cat walk there, too, so I did get to see them up close once more.

And finally -- my friend was sitting in the bleachers, so I can even pinpoint exactly where I was standing (even though you should probably be able to triangulate my position from all the pics). I marked my position in blue in their pic (this pic actually is not by me)

God, Stožice was a blast -- if you made it to here, thank you so much for indulging with me in this trip down memory lane 😊

[pluckysidekick]

I’m back with Part 2 of my playlist of Great American Songbook standards and other classic songs that embody Nace’s journey in Season 4, inspired by @emorfili’s post. Check out Part 1 here. Both posts contain Spotify links, but you can find all of these tracks on Apple Music and YouTube. DM me for a link to the entire playlist. Shall we?

1. Picking up with fan favorite Episode 408, George Benson’s 1976 slammin’ This Masquerade, written by Leon Russell, works on so many levels for this episode: Nancy and Ace having to pretend to be each other in front on Thom, acting as if everything is OK between them, with neither saying what they really feel. “We tried to talk it over but the words got in the way, We're lost inside this lonely game we play.”

2. They Can’t Take That Away from Me is so perfect for the 408 sunset scene when Ace returns Nancy’s necklace, and they seem to come to some kind of peace (for the present). They may not have been able to make it work, but they still have a deep bond that no one can take away. Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s duet of the Gershwin classic is the version.

3. Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra’s definitive version works for so much of Nancy Drew, but I picked it for Episode 409 for Nancy and Ace’s twin supernatural storylines, each of them beginning to fall for someone who may not be what they seem, and of course for Bess’s day in court defending the supernatural, and exposing the real history of Horseshoe Bay with witchcraft.

4. Nancy tells Nick in 409 that she wants a relationship that’s simpler than the ‘messy’ state of things with Ace (although note the look on her face as she says it). A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James describes so well what Nancy thinks she wants in 409 and going into 410. Meanwhile Ace is falling under the spell of his mystery ghost - you could even say he’s Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered (I would). I went with Doris Day’s classic take from 1950.

5. Speaking of 410, I had to give a nod to Tristan Glass with Nat King Cole’s Nature Boy. Poor Tristan really goes through it this season and especially in this episode as he fights for his life when his would-be date shoots him, and from which he recovers only for his parents to kidnap and attempt to sacrifice her. I hope he has a nice life!

6. Episode 411 has Nancy crashing Ace’s Seder and causing a storm inside The Claw when she tries to raise Alice to discover how she died. Harold Arlen’s Stormy Weather sung by Lena Horne really drives home Ace’s stormy emotions, Nancy’s desperation (“Don't know why, there's no sun up in the sky, Stormy weather, Since my man and I ain't together, keeps raining all of the time”) and Alice’s pain that generates the storm.

7. Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - The tension between Nancy and Ace that spills over from 411 to Episode 412 is all the more shocking because we’re used to them being soft with each other. But once Nancy is hot on the trail of the sin she erased, she’s not going to give up. Harold Arlen’s song, here sung by Tony Bennett in 1964, perfectly depicts that tension as Ace tries to give Nancy the runaround (and of course she isn’t having it): “I don’t want you, But I hate to lose you, You’ve got me in between, The devil and the deep blue sea”.

8. I’ve Got You Under My Skin - The venom that erupts when Ace & Nancy repeatedly confront each other in 412 couldn’t exist without the strong feelings that still run under the surface. Nancy admitting that she hasn’t moved on, and the look Ace gives her - they’ve got each other under their skin. Frank Sinatra’s 1956 gorgeous recording of the Cole Porter tune mirrors the back and forth of the star-crossed lovers throughout the season, but especially as we near the end.

9. “Oh Sinnerman, where you going to run to?” That’s the question this traditional spiritual continues to ask throughout Nina Simone’s 1965 powerhouse of a track. Nancy and Ace are both on the run in 412 — Nancy toward the truth of their sin, and Ace away from it. In Episode 413, they work together with the Crew and Tristan to lift the sin fog that’s infected the town, and discover Nancy’s soul connection to the root of the town’s sin. This legendary recording captures the frenetic energy of Nancy and Ace’s journey toward redemption and forgiveness.

10. The finale quickly moves from chaos to resolution of all of our favorite characters’ futures — and for Nancy and Ace’s relationship. Johnny Hartman’s voice on 1963’s My One and Only Love is simply beautiful, capturing Ace’s emotion as he finally comes back to Nancy, heart in hand. Swoon.

11. It Had to Be You - I had to include this one, recorded by Harry Connick, Jr. for another epic slow burn, friends to lovers romance, 1989’s When Harry Met Sally. Nancy and Ace are the soulmates that chose each other (and their friends), which this song’s lyrics capture so perfectly: “For nobody else gives me a thrill, with all your faults, I love you still, it had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.”

12. Cheek to Cheek - We didn't get the 6 minute director's cut of this scene that included a little dance with a dip (grr), but we did get that sense of effervescence once Ace and Nancy have broken the curse. Ella and Louis trading off verses on Irving Berlin's timeless classic is just the mood.

13. Ending on a sentimental note, At Last Nancy and Ace are together, and they and all of the Crew have the next part of their journeys mapped out. This lovely Etta James 1960 track is a perfect ending for this playlist, and for Nancy and Ace, Bess, George, and Nick as they say goodbye to The Claw.

So there you have it, my picks for Nace S4, classic style. Would love to hear what you think! Tell me your favorite pick, what I missed, or what you would have chosen instead. Hope this playlist brings a little joy this festive season - I think it’s the perfect background soundtrack for reading all of the @secretsleuthexchange fics!