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The Call of the Wild - blackmountainbones - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

happy belated birthday @theinsanefox! this is nearly 2 months late but i hope you enjoy it. technically, it does fit the prompt “otabek domming the hell out of jj”, except with more Bigfoot kink than you ever wanted.

thanks to @kinoglowworm for enabling this mess. props to you guys as well as @phaytesworld, @meimagino, and @francowitch for your help betaing this fic!

The moment was broken by a buzz; despite JJ’s thorough reapplication of repellant, another mosquito bit Otabek, and he cursed. “Let’s go back to the cabin. I’m getting eaten alive out here.”

JJ elbowed him in the side. “I told you, you have sweet blood!”

Otabek sat up. “Whatever, let’s go inside. I don’t want the Wendigo smelling my sweet blood and deciding to eat me.” He was beginning to regret coming out here. He was covered with mosquito bites and sexually frustrated. Even 300 kilometers north of Montreal, Jean-Jacques Leroy was still far too repressed to acknowledge the sexual tension that had been simmering between them all year.

“It’s summer. There’s no Wendigos in the summertime.” JJ grinned. “We do have Bigfoot, though.”

“Whatever. I don’t want Bigfoot to eat me.”

JJ chugged his beer and belched, eyes glinting with humor. “I wouldn’t mind getting eaten out by Bigfoot.”

Otabek almost choked. “That’s not what I said,” he sputtered.

JJ grinned and winked. “I know what I said. I would bang Bigfoot.”

Best Friends

Sometimes your best friends aren’t the ones you spend slumber partying saturday nights with. They’re not the ones who know all your secrets, all your quirks or even your birthday- your oldest friend isn’t the only good friend to have. Sometimes your best friends are the ones who drive you home from a party at 1 in the morning, buying you donuts and playing all your favourite childhood songs, not because she knows they’re your favourite, but because they’re her favourite too. Your best friends aren’t always the ones holding your hand through difficult times, or the ones with pictures of you in your awkward phase. Sometimes they’re the ones giving you room to breath, to grow, to find you five Fridays down the track in the corner of a graveyard getting high. They’re not always the ones to pick you up, sometimes they’re the ones who sit beside you. And there is nothing wrong with that.

In honor of the fact that it’s been a year since I began that @crystal-grumps fusion spree, I decided to draw another precious bab.

This is @anna-mator/@annacpadilla‘s Howlite, who is of course a fusion between Dan and Jon. And c’mon let’s face it, it’s scientifically proven that any Dan/Jon fusion is going to be the most pleasant, soft, Not-Grump-At-All guy ever


Blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater.

The thing was, Henrietta looked like a place where magic could happen.