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Yax oneshot - Beds - TheFluffSpace, dharak101 - Animaniacs [Archive of Our Own]

Title - Beds

Summary - In which Yakko and Max visit Barcelona, deepening romantic feelings for each other in the process. They accidentally rent a hotel room with only one bed - a happy accident in more ways than one. Especially for Yakko, after a short nightmare leaves him rattled...

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Bit of writing I am an excited about and want to share.

May or may not be posted at some point.

("Stop the puns? Over my dead body!" Yakko declared. "My jokes are very well done."

"Did you just make another beef pun?"

"Maybe…" Yakko sniggered. "Am I cooking?"

Max brought his hands down, creating a small wave that caused Yakko to splutter as some of the water went up his nose. "No more puns," he groused. "Or you really will be dead!"

"That so?" Yakko cleared his throat. "But I've got a really good one lined up -"

He was cut off when Max splashed him again. Yakko fully stood up so that the water came up to his chest and splashed him back, and the situation swiftly devolved into a full on water war.

"Okay," Max gasped, slumping against the side of the hot tub. "I give. I'm too hot to keep going."

Yakko gave him a look that was the definition of puzzlement; he had ended up sitting on the hot tub steps by the end of the splash fight. "Really? I don't feel hot…"

"Oh, right. I forgot that you like being boiled alive," Max quipped.

"Hey, I can't help what I like," Yakko returned. "Even if I have bad taste at times…"

He paused, a slow grin creeping onto his face. "Though…"

Yakko struck a pose, waist deep in the bubbling water, his arms up above his head. "Come to think of it - I am pretty hot. Behold," he said, expression smug, "my hotness."

Max laughed at this, a full on Goof chuckle. "You're hotness? What's wrong with you?"

Despite his joking remark, Max found that part of him couldn't disagree.

With his long fur plastered flat to his body, and hanging off his arms in curtains, Yakko's slim frame was revealed in full. Max found himself admiring the subtle play of wiry muscle and tendon beneath Yakko's skin - typically hidden when his fur was dry - and the lithe figure that pulled it all together.

He's hot.

The thought came unbidden. Max prayed his the heat in his face could be put down to the heat of the water.

Yakko wasn't hot in the…conventional guy way, but that only made Max admire him more.

Stop it, he scolded himself. If he knew you were thinking all this - for all I know, it would end our friendship!

Friends didn't think about friends like this.

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drew a cover pic for my fic Something More

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animaniacs ocs :)

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Trying to get a chapter for my yax oneshot thing out for yax week. Been making progress. But in case I’m not in time, thought I’d share this interaction as a sneak peek XD

“Journey?” Max chuckled. "how old are you?"

Yakko raised both his brows. "I happen to have good taste in music," he drawled. "What, pray tell, is your idea of good music, Maximillian?" he snarked.

"Powerline," Max automatically answered.

Technically, he liked a lot of different bands; but as Powerline was the most popular of them, it tended to be his default answer when he didn't know someone that well yet. His internal logic being that there was a high chance the other person would at least be semi-familiar with the singer.

Yakko gazed at him for a second, then burst out laughing. "And here I thought you would have more interesting tastes than that!"

"I do!" Max hastily said. "Tons of people like him -"

"Exactly," yakko said teasingly. "How is it cool to like such mainstream music?"

Max groaned. "What, do you completely avoid listening to anything that's remotely popular or something?"

Yakko smirked; Max waited, almost in suspense, for him to say something.

The response came in a form he hadn't expected; Yakko started singing.

"My dear, my dear, look to the stars, and know that I rest below them. And should you follow the brightest one, I'll be waiting for you. In the starlight, we will dance as one, and I will pledge to never leave…"

Yakko stopped singing and slyly glanced at Max, who was staring at him with his mouth open. "Does that answer your question?"

Max felt as though he had been hit by a metaphorical hammer. Not just because of what Yakko had sung, but because he hadn't expected someone with such a nasally voice to sing so well…

It's beautiful.

"I thought you said you didn't listen to Powerline," he stuttered.

The lyrics Yakko had just sung weren't from one of the artist's well known albums; it was from before Powerline had been a big name. Back when his songs had been more slow paced and niche.

Max loved both eras of his work, but he was used to most people he encountered only knowing of the songs that were frequently played on the radio and at parties.

"I never said that," Yakko corrected, his expression mischievous. "You just assumed that was the case."

"So…" Max still felt as though he had been struck dumb. "You are a fan?"

As this is part of my Unwanted Fates au, Yakko technically has a different name in the actual fic. But for simplicity’s sake I used for his normal name here.

Hopefully my amateur attempt to write a song was okay lol.

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Chapter 7! Wakko gets a hero moment:)

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ch 6 be here :D

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chapter five!

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Yeah so….I’m uploading a chapter early. As to why that’s explained in the end author note XD

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chapter 3!

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Tis the creepy season! So I started to plan a Halloween fic that may also have a dash of romance to it... (as of this image being posted it's at two chapters, but the link is to ch 1)

Shadow of the Moon - Chapter 1 - TheFluffSpace - Animaniacs [Archive of Our Own]

This was months of work so i'd love it if ppl checked it out (and if you do and like it, don't be shy about letting me know)

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So, I have a fic in the works involving werewolves in which Wakko gets bitten.

For reasons that would be spoiler ish, the McDucks need something from the ‘prime’ werewolf, if you will, to help him.

Also, i love exploring the effects of possession and loss of control, meaning i really like this segment and want to share this but if WIP ahead of time.

The actual fic I’m planning to post in October.

Scarring is lightly mentioned but this should still be sfw.

( Wakko stiffly took his sweater off.

He already knew that it wouldn’t survive the change.

He’d gained more self confidence over the last few years. Enough that he no longer wore black undershirts beneath his sweaters, out of fear that someone might accidentally see the scars on his back.

Despite the emotional growth, he was mildly uncomfortable being shirtless.

However, as there was no one else out here to see…

And he liked this sweater, and didn’t want it to be torn apart.

Stowing the sweater in his hammerspace, Wakko toyed with the tiny tracking module he’d been given by Scrooge. After a moment of very brief hesitation, he looped the elastic band it was attached to over his head, and around his neck.

It was very loose, but that was the idea. The band would hopefully fit the werewolf’s neck after the change; and stretch if necessary.

Heavily sitting down, Wakko stared blankly at the grass around him.

A powerful gust of wind blew, rippling the long grass and ruffling Wakko’s cheek fluff, as well as the mop of fur between his ears.

It almost sounded like a howl.

Wakko was tempted to howl back. If only to make himself feel better.

Less alone.

*You volunteered for this,* he forcibly reminded himself.

Even though he wanted to help cure his condition - using the curse to do it - Wakko was still afraid.

Moonrise was close.

These few minutes were his last chance.

A last chance to be in control of his own actions, before the werewolf took over for the night.

At some point, he’d clenched his fists; Wakko was suddenly intensely aware of every nerve in his body. Every muscle, of that he was the one telling it all what to do and how to move -

He ended up sucking in a breath and releasing a canine howl, in time with the next gust of wind. )

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in light of yax resurgence...

here's the start of a drabble collection i've started about the silies getting closer.

A Special Connection - Chapter 1 - TheFluffSpace - Animaniacs [Archive of Our Own]