Anima 3Anima 3 by Luna-Bell07
*Fandom: Jak and Daxter
*Pairing: Jak/Torn, Jak/Daxter (friendship)
*WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIPS, AND/OR IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO THE FEATURED COUPLE. THANK YOU.
*This adventure follows Jak III. This is my VERY first time working with these characters/this fandom, so please be nice in offering feedback. Thank you.
*The featured image does not belong to me. I do not claim ownership of it. It is only featured to enhance the presented text.*
The night was anything but quiet.
Chaos had clocked out, which was a relief-but in its wake were a thousand and one things to think about. The night had transformed Haven City into an empire of silent reflection, which provided its people much-needed air. Unfortunately, the same 'relief' gave them ample room to dissect the near, vague future. Proper sleep wasn't anywhere on the menu-certainly not for a select few.
Laundry Day--the ficLaundry Day--the fic by Luna-Kitsune-Blu
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and every Civvie for seven blocks knew to keep a good ten foot distance between themselves and Jak.
Seems like any ol' day in the life of Haven's two least respected (and only) heroes, right? Well, actually, the people of the Haven had a fairly good reason to shun the blonde and his Ottsel this morning.
The pair had just gotten back from a mission in the sewers.
Needless to say, they were smelling…a little ripe at the moment.
"I need a bath," Daxter announced (whined) loudly from his pouting spot atop Jak's shoulder guard. "I smell like…dear 'cursor's, I don't wanna know what I smell like."
"We could head over to the Baron's fountains," Jak suggested absently as he scouted the skies for a zoomer he preferred.
Daxter opened his furry trap to answer but his reply was cut short as Jak's comm. burst from the confines of the hero's clothing and began to hover around in the air. "Jak," came Torn's smoking-damaged voice. "We need yo