#panravenc

[monggay]

aight i saw you ask for more requests now i gotta ask for kazemaru with his hair down (but not his evil self, just him like, after waking up please ;;) because i love him and i think there needs to be more sleepy kazemaru's in my life

also do u perchance ship enkaze. just curious. not to ask for it next time u ask for requests or anything why would you think that haha no but actually do you??

no worries if not btw i'm genuinely curious

eepy

hi!!! sorry this took a while, ive been really busy with school (≧□≦) u did well in specifying Not Evil kazemaru cause i totally almost just drew evil him LOL so, eepy it is!! :> thank u for the request!!! personally, i do like enkaze >_> i just dont end up seeing a lot of stuff abt it, i dont think ive read many fics abt them?? thats usually all my basis for liking a ship lol, its a good ship, its just not up there for me yet u_u

[blueberry-ry]

Bo-Katan Kryze (Clone Wars era)

Third of the redesigns - suggested by @panravenc

[brokenphoenix99]

hello! i just saw the drawing requests, i wonder if i could ask for echo/fives with number 1? i would like echo to be the mermaid but i don't mind otherwise, both are good! thank you and i hope you have a good day :)

Hi hi hello!!! Thank you SO much for the ask!! Eeee. Ooohhh, this was a good one!!!! Ooof... might have gotten a little whumpy. 👀 😬

If All I Had Was One Last Breath

My head canon for this piece:

• Fives was the marine keeper in the aquarium where Echo was kept -Echo had been "rescued" after being found washed up on the beach, disoriented and injured, and then he was held against his will.

• Fives and Echo fell in love, and Fives was eventually able to break him out - and obviously quit the aquarium too.

• Fives now dives frequently with Echo to spend time with him in his world.

• Fives is brutally attacked by a group of rival sea creatures to teach Echo a lesson for falling in love with a human and to show Echo that humans don't belong in their world... Echo must now do everything he can to save his lover. (Echo's brothers - the clones - all love Fives for saving their brother and bringing him home 🥹)

For @panravenc for Pose 1 from this 2 Character Pose Meme.

On ao3.

Click here for better quality

Tiny art Tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @earlgreyci @elismor @nooneherebutaghost @whiskygoldwings

[panravenc]

wake to the singing of the sunbirds (ii) by panravenc | 2k | fluff, no order sixty-six | 5 + 1 kisses, getting together

War is war is war. It is all he has ever known. He is a soldier, a trooper, a clone. And yet. He is Cody, and today, he is free.

A/N: It is finally here! The last kiss of the fic! The end of the fic! I'm sorry it took so long, but a couple of weeks flied by in my grief and before I knew it April was here. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it!

[wickerwax]

to wit -- too witty (Codywan First Kiss Bingo #5)

(Shout-out to @panravenc who made a post about sick codywan headcanons that got me thinking about how I would play it! ^^)

Cody strode on deck with his helmet already in place and precisely on time, and Obi-Wan’s attention snapped onto him like a piqued nexu.

Item One: Cody was, until now without fail, a minute or two early at a minimum.

Item Two: Cody tended to prefer his helmet off when they were having this sort of intra-ship meeting, especially in hyperspace, and especially when he had more reason to glare people down than he needed access to his in-helmet comms.

Item Three: His dear Commander had the very slightest unsteadiness in his gait, which was practically screaming something is wrong.

He nodded to Cody, who signalled him to start. His suspicion went into the stratosphere and onwards immediately. When he reached out to get a sense of him, Cody’s shields felt wobbly, and there was a throbbing sort of discomfort leaking through.

Still, he wasn’t about to have an argument about it here with witnesseswhen Cody was clearly trying to fly under the sensor-net.Obi-Wan went through the updates they had – reiterated the ETA on the drop into sublight, the overview of the supply list, and requests for changes to be passed on the the Quartermaster first. Consolidation helped avoid mistakes.

Also Quartermaster Cross (apparently short for I Will Be Cross-Referencing This And It Had Better Match Or I’ll Be Taking The Difference Out Of Your Bones) was a dedicated and extremely efficient man, and Obi-Wan had no interest in making his life harder so – to him, first.

Cody sent text-comms to his ‘padd a couple of times, and nodded along, but did not speak, did not remove his helmet. He had clearly locked his knees to keep from wobbling. Obi-Wan wanted to offer him a seat but no one else was sitting and, given the entirety of the situation, the likelihood of being not only ignored but getting Cody’s active and monumental disapproval had him hesitating.

He wound the meeting down neatly, incredibly relieved that it was a short thing today, and requested (face in his ‘padd, voice deliberately absent, nothing odd about today!) that Cody stay behind for a quick conversation about a small incident in the training rooms.

Since the training rooms were the only place where incidents happened on a semi-regular basis and mostly consisted of ‘someone got elbowed in the nose again, please remind the men to be aware of their surroundings’ it was neither an unexpected nor interesting request.

The deck cleared but for the nav’ staff, and Cody, and Obi-Wan gave him a friendly gesture and said, “Office?”

The brightness in his voice and his narrowed eyes – facing only Cody – was as close as he could get to calling Cody on his bluff without making anyone else similarly suspicious. Here, anyway.

Cody paused for a long moment, then nodded slowly. Obi-Wan, with a smile like a bantha-heeler on a good day, herded Cody into the halls and towards their joint office.

He deposited Cody in his chair, keyed the door shut, and headed over to the kitchenette with his suspicions locked and loaded. “Helmet off, my dear.” he said, setting the jug to boil. “I’m quite sure it won’t be doing you any favours.”

Silence behind him.

Obi-Wan pulled out preferred mugs for the two of them, opting for comfort. “I’ve only those terrible fake-citron splemsip packets unfortunately, but they do help. Can’t expect a fresh citron-anything with supply lines being what they are.”

He twisted around to find Cody hesitating over his helmet, hands hovering. “My dear,” he said, gentle as a summer twilight, “I know you’re not feeling well, Cody. Let’s see what we can do about it.”

The release hissed, and Cody’s face appeared. Colour burned too bright across his cheeks and forehead and he was visibly sweating, his short curls lank with it. Shadows made hollows of his eyes. “Can’t – throat hurts.” he croaked. Sniffed. Congestion made it horribly bass-note.

Obi-Wan took him in and paused. “I think we might need more than splemsip.”

Cody made a sharp negative sign.

He huffed through his nose. “You have my solemn word vow to only forage through my personal supplies for flu relief.” Obi-Wan considered that for a moment, then added, “If it gets worrying, I will be telling Helix. I’m not losing my Commander to some common cold.”

He finished making the drinks and carried them over, delivering the splemsip directly into Cody’s hands. “Force, Cody, being in full armour can’t be comfortable. Or helping.”

Cody gave him one of his favoured blank-adjacent looks. This one said, I did what I had to do. Obi-Wan poked him gently in the shoulder and watched him sway far too heavily from very little provocation, then raised a slow eyebrow.

His Commander faltered briefly, then settled into the glare of a mantled hawk as he sipped at his medicinal citron drink.

Heaving a beleaguered sigh at his stubbornness, Obi-Wan investigated the state of supplies in their office. First, he unearthed a spare robe which he deposited on Cody’s lap with a suggestion that it might prove more comfortable than armour for the time being. Rustled up some mild painkillers – drew a complete blank on decongestants, but hopefully the drink would help with that.

When he excavated himself from the tiny ‘fresher with the pills, Cody had managed to remove his armour – stacked rather more messily than his wont – and was swathed in Obi-Wan’s spare robe over his blacks.

“Well done for seeing sense, Commander,” he said, amused. “Can I also tempt you to relocate to the couch?” It wasn’t sleeping length, but any amount of reclining had to be better than the hunching currently occurring. Poor Cody’s spine was in danger of getting stuck like that should the winds change. He was stoically refusing to make a face for the old adage to apply to, after all.

“Undressing wasn’t enough for you, General?” Cody rasped, though at least less painfully than earlier. He was smirking, but the lines around his mouth still read like aching.

“Anything you wish to do is enough, Cody darling, though I believe that conversation is best left for when you aren’t actively running a fever.” He fetched water, offered it and the painkillers. “These should help.”

“Is that true?” Cody asked, not moving to take them.

Obi-Wan blinked at him. “Well, strictly speaking they’re for pain, but they do tend to reduce fevers when those symptoms are happening in concert-”

“Anything I wish to do, Kenobi.”

He drew in a slow breath. “Ah. Commander, I-”

Cody stood up abruptly – and wavered, wobbling on his feet as his body objected to the motion. Obi-Wan moved without thinking, ducking under his arm and looping his own around Cody’s waist to take his weight. The metal cup clattered loudly on the durasteel, covering the much softer rattle of the pills in their soft tabs. The water was a loss, of course, although he was more concerned about it being a slip hazard. He tightened his hold.

Even through two thick layers, Cody’s skin was notably warm. “This is really not – Could we get you situated before -”

Cody’s fever-hot palms closed around his shoulders. He stopped speaking. He – well, he hadn’t meant to bring up the bantha in the room – hadn’t expected Cody to feed him so blatant a line, if he was honest. Had been playing his part according to Cody’s lead for months now, wary of crossing lines without invitation.

The weakness this cold was having on Cody’s balance and ability to reliably keep his knees locked hadn’t extended to his hands it seemed, for he had pulled them flush together and – while it was a very pleasant thing to be pressed against his very attractive Commander, now wasn’t the best time for it. Obi-Wan would have made like an eel except he was the only thing keeping either of them upright.

“I feel dreadfully manoeuvred, darling.” he tried to joke, and lost it to a wheeze when Cody dropped his face into Obi-Wan’s neck and clutched hard at him.

“The things I want to do to you, General.” he growled. At least half of the growling was congestion.

Obi-Wan patted his back consolingly.”As I said, my dear. Post-fever?”

Cody made a noise that, in a healthier man, would have taken him out at the knees. As it was, his knees were the only ones responsible for neither of them being on the floor, and his poor Commander followed it up with a nasty coughing fit.

“Right. Cody, if you don’t let me set you up on the couch at least, I am going to carry you through the halls to a bed and let your brothers’ gossip chain do what it will.” he said firmly.

“I will never forgive you, sir.” Cody choked out, breathing all rattles and lost bolts.

“I will accept your enmity if you are well enough to perform it.” Obi-Wan shot back. “Can you even stand unaided? Cody? Would you let a single one of our men get away with that?”

To his credit, Cody gave standing a valiant try. He unpeeled himself from Obi-Wan and planted himself like a reed with particularly flimsy roots, but the intention was admirable. If foolish. He wobbled dangerously.

Obi-Wan watched with steely eyes and lowered brows. “Now, let go of my tunic.”

Cody’s eyes were brilliant with frustration. His mouth curved downward. “I don’t think I should.”

“He can be taught!” Obi-Wan ran his hands along Cody’s arms and stepped back in to brace him. “Sitting down while I comm Helix, or am I parading you across the ship with as much style as I can muster?”

“I have quite literally dragged your ass out of your horrible little womp-rat nest when that dodgy-”

“Yes, yes, sometimes the biology gets knocked about unexpectedly but we still see the medic-”

“That is not-”

Obi-Wan took a moment to brace himself properly, then hauled Cody up into his arms. Cody yelped, then groaned. “High noises still bad.”

“Why, what a shock that a bug capable of overwhelming your robust immune system should be resistant to the vicious medicinal efforts of splemsip.” He shifted Cody’s weight slightly, then nodded. “If you pull the hood up, perhaps everyone will just think I am transporting a very lost fellow Jedi.”

“Sir-” Cody squeezed his eyes against the throb of his headache and slumped into him, arguments subsiding.

“Cody, if you want to have the conversation you implied earlier, I am going to insist on you using my name when we’re off-duty. And you, my dear, are so deeply off-duty.”

He nudged the keypad with a little bit of Force use, and slipped into the hall. His senses were on high-alert and he thanked the Force that their office wasn’t so far from his rooms. He only had to duck into a side-hall to avoid being seen the once, and he tucked Cody’s head against his gently while waiting for the coast to clear, worried over the thoroughly crackly breathing.

Jabbing at the door control to his rooms, he swept Cody in and got him situated on the bed. “Don’t move,” he said, pointing threateningly at him as he clicked his comm off his belt and sent off a message to Helix to request assistance for flu symptoms in his quarters. “I’m going to get water again, and this time you’re going to behave and drink it.”

“Behave is not-” he broke off to cough again, then resumed doggedly, “-not what I thought I’d be doing in your bed, Obi-Wan.”

“Post-fever, Cody, so you’re already not behaving.” He brought one of his stashed hydro-packs over. “I should have thought of these earlier really, the straw will be easier.”

Cody took it, nearly pouting as the fever got hold in earnest and his reticence slipped. “I’d rather suck something else.”

“Have you been storing these up?” Obi-Wan asked, perching on the edge of the bed and reaching to press the back of his hand to Cody’s forehead. “Oh, darling, that’s definitely Helix territory. Drink your water.”

Bright-eyed, and in the process of glazing over, Cody gave him an awfully endearing attempt at a sultry look as he stabbed his straw into the bag. “Don’ need to store anything. Look at you.”

Charmed, Obi-Wan ran his hand through Cody’s sweat-damp curls. He leaned his head into the touch as he drank, eyes sliding closed. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

His door chimed.

Slipping away for a moment, he returned with Helix grumbling behind him. “Of course it would be you, Cody.” he said, “Half the battalion gets sniffles from some lurgy incubating since our last campaign and Sir Never-Gets-Sick over here drops like a ton of duracrete.”

“Your morning has been busy then?” Obi-Wan said, “With any luck, that other half is immune or threw it off before it took, and not just taking longer about showing symptoms.”

“Sniffles.” Helix repeated. “Hardly even worth mentioning but for the volume. Couple of the Maintenance boys have a low-grade fever, gave ‘em some reducers, they’ll be right as rain. Our dear Commander, as I hear, is well past that.”

Cody, supine on the bed, made an irritated noise. It sounded a lot like a washing unit trying to chop wood. “’m not dead, unconscious, or missing from this room.”

“Give it time,” Helix said darkly, checking his temp. “What was the plan if the General hadn’t interceded, Cody? Crawl into a vent shaft for the MSE droids to find during the night cycle?”

“Thought I’d skip right to the airlock actually.” Cody returned snidely. Coughed. “Why’s there three Generals now, I didn’t think this was that sort of dream.”

Obi-Wan dragged a hand over his face. Helix barked a laugh as he sorted through his medications. “It is not that sort of dream, Cody. Should I step out, Helix?”

His CMO shrugged, preparing his shot. “Do you want the good General Kenobi and his twins to leave, Cody?” He leaned over the bed and poked at Cody’s arm.

“I want the floor to stop moving.” Cody said faintly. “When did the General get twins? I thought we had – ow, fuck, Helix!”

“Sensitised pain reception, that’s unfortunate.” Helix mumbled, mostly under his breath. “Avoid bumping against shit, vod.” He scooped up the half-drunk hydro-pack abandoned on Cody’s chest. “Sir, I need you to take these pills and finish this pack. That’s an order, copy?”

His eyelids were drooping again. “Copy, sir.”

The pill-swallowing was an experience best left to the imagination. Cody’s very unhappy throat made it into a production that took both Helix and Obi-Wan to hold him through – the pills themselves and the coughing fit that followed.

“They really are better ingested than anything I have right now that’s intravenous,” Helix said regretfully in the aftermath. “But he should be able to sleep now, and it should get him through the worst of it.”

“That’s fine,” Obi-Wan walked him back to the door. “I’ll work from in here for the day, and I can always sleep on my couch if necessary.”

Helix gave him a slightly sarcastic salute. “I’d say don’t get sick but that would only encourage you.”

He laughed, “I’m not quite that contrary, Helix.”

“Dubious, sir, I’m dubious. Comm me if he gets worse.” Helix said, and left.

Cody was starting to drift in earnest when Obi-Wan returned to the bedside, propped up on all the pillows he could find to ease his breathing. “Back?” he yawned, wincing.

“I’m back, yes. I’m going to sit at the couch and get some flimsi done, so just tap the wall if you need anything. I’ll hear it, don’t worry.” He traced Cody’s tired, familiar face with his eyes. Every line of him was precious. “I’ll come in to bother you about drinking enough, but otherwise I highly recommend trying to sleep.”

“No- wait,” Cody flailed a hand out. Obi-Wan caught it in his. “I don’t – Obi-Wan, I don’t want to have dreamed – before.”

He threaded their fingers together and squeezed comfortingly. “Which before? I’m happy to confirm what I can for you. For example, no twins.”

A smile curled slow and lazy across Cody’s face. He squeezed back with his too-hot hand. “The talk. We’re gonna talk, right?”

Obi-Wan found his own smile, quite irrepressibly, unfolding in turn. “Yes, darling.” he whispered, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Cody’s hand. “We’re going to talk as soon as you’re not any level of delirious.”

Cody had gone wide-eyed. The fever-flush brightened across his cheeks. “Obi-Wan.” he said, longing.

“Not a dream,” Obi-Wan told him, turning his hand over to kiss his palm, to brush his lips over the sensitive pad of each finger. “I promise. You just have to get better first.”

“Suddenly I feel the urge to be a model patient,” his bedridden Commander managed, though what slipped through his shields right then was categorically not that. “You probably won’t recognise it.”

He snorted and returned Cody’s hand to his lap, patted it. “Get some sleep, Cody. I’ll be in periodically – we’ll see if I don’t give you an aversion to nurses for the rest of your life first.”

@codywanfirstkissbingo hi hello! Number Five! I used my free space as 'hand kiss' and that should be bingo twice over xD

[skybridgerweekend]

Skybridger Weekend 2025 has come to a close!

Thank you skybridger nation, you've really made my dream come true! Seen so much amazing work from so many talented people this weekend!

Skybridger server will still be open to anyone who wants to join and chat, just ask for an invite! (Although it may be a bit quiet throughout the rest of the year)

Also, do we want this blog to go into hibernation til next year, or continue to promote skybridger stuff when it comes up in tags? (Poll at the bottom of the post)

Here's a list of links to any fanfics/art that were made and posted to places other than tumblr!

Art

Day 1 Art by Goosewheeze on Instagram

Day 2 Art by Goosewheeze on Instagram

Day 3 Art by Goosewheeze on Instagram

Fanfic

The Prophecy of Two Planets - Miss Zhella (Ao3)

Dog days are over (So you better run) - Tapemonkey21 (Ao3)

Cloudless (A sky that holds us) - Panravenc (Ao3)

Maybe I, Maybe you - Ordinary_Magical_Corn (Ao3)

Come on Over - illo_illo (IlloIllo) (Ao3)

Thank you all so much again for participating in skybridger weekend, hope to see you again next year maybe!

[waxerboilmonth]

moonlit breaks

by panravenc

Summary:

It’s routine, nowadays, months into their partnership; the nights they have to keep watch when it’s just them out there, scouting and chasing trouble and looking out for another in a world that seems too big for the two of them. They sit down, if it’s safe enough, and eat together before changing shifts.

Waxer adores it.

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)

Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars)

Additional Tags: Drabble, Slice of Life, Pre-Relationship, Friendship/Love, Domestic Fluff, Waxer has a Crush, he doesn't know that yet, Sharing a Cup of Caf, Indirect Kiss, Late at Night, Snacks & Snack Food, if ration bars are anything like a snack at all, No beta we die like illiterates, prompt: midnight snack, WaxerBoil Month 2025 (Star Wars)

Words: 648

[ezariumi]

commissioned work for @panravenc of their OC Vals !! thank you !! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) commissions open all through 2025.

[cacodaemonia]

Fic stats tag game

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET!).

Thanks for the tag, @lilolilyr! :D

Hm, I doubt my numbers have changed much since the last time I did one of these. Let's see, counting only fics and not images...

most hits: Will You Walk With Me?

Everyone thinks the way they're brought up is normal, that what they've been taught is just the way it is. Learning otherwise is seldom easy, especially when you're one of millions of identical faces, created to be nothing more than a disposable weapon. CT-0327, named Waxer by his batchmates, knows he'll be another interchangeable cog in the machine of war. He was made for this; he just wants to be a good soldier for the Republic. But life away from Kamino is nothing like what he expected.

second most kudos: Orbital Decay

Cody and Obi-Wan have been drifting toward each other for years, ever since the war started. Now that the war is over, they're busier than ever, but with an unexpected day of down time to spend together, Cody decides he's going to ask Obi-Wan a question he never thought he'd be able to ask.

third most comments: Kinktober 2022

When Waxer finds an interesting list on the holonet, he and Boil decide to try some new things.

fourth most bookmarks: Orbital Decay again, because Codywan

fifth most words: My Heart's Red Muscle

The Cyclone Initiative is an experimental GAR program that enlists clones who have sustained fatal injuries—specifically catastrophic brain injuries. With the help of Skakoan cyberneticists, Kaminoan engineers replace the damaged components with cybernetic analogs to bring the new 'cyclones' online. Most cyclones cannot recall episodic memories from their pasts but this does not impact their utility. Not only can they meet the same physical demands as standard clones, but their cybernetic neural augmentations allow them to perform complex calculations that make them ideally suited to complement clone CMDs, CPTs, LTs, ARCs, and ARFs. In the first stages of the program, completed units are placed throughout the GAR, and the 212th Attack Battalion is about to receive its first cyclone.

fewest words: I have a whole bunch of drabbles, which are all 100 words, so I'll pick The Real Threat.

Boil makes a lot of empty threats.

Oof, Tumblr's godawful post formatting just about killed me on this 😂

No-pressure tags: @loverboy-havocboy @tesdradgon @aerjnn @marbled-polecat @panravenc

[masamasaibk]

Get to know your moots!

I was tagged by @panravenc on my other account but I feel more comfy answering here hehe :> thanks for thinking of me

Favorite color: Teal!!! Definitely teal. In French we call it "peacock blue" or "duck blue" and it's really pretty. My school bag is teal. A wall in my bedroom is teal. Everything I love is teal.

Last Song: WDHTH by Mitchel Dae. My sister keeps introducing me to new indie rock songs and hitting spot on

Currently Reading: It's been a looong while since I've been able to open a book, unfortunately :/ If I'm reading something, it's either some planetology scientific article or Munetaku fics on ao3

Currently Craving: Uuuuh idk, seeing my parents? Cuddles? Good food?

Coffee or Tea: Neither... I'm a still water person. I drink water. All the time. And if I don't, then it's either I added a tiiiiny drop of lemon syrup, or I'm drinking a mint and liquorice infusion, or a soda

I don't like tagging people I'm not sure who to tag but uuuh @pumpkin-chairs and @quinosart maybe you can participate if you wanna ?

[monggay]

fem shindou in a yukata,,, two dead (me & ibuki)

from @panravenc's fem munetaku fic!

[ky-lth]

9 Fandom Folks To Get To Know Better

Thank you for the tag @mereelskirata !

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3 ships I like: my main bitch is codywan, we have dinluke (my first sw ship) and jayvik (a fine addition to my collection)

First ship ever: gods.. probably Peter/Wendy (from the 2003 live action)? Or Bracken and Kendra from the Fablehaven books.

Last song I heard: Renegade (We Never Run) from the Arcane soundtrack!

Favourite childhood book: Blacky Beauty by Anna Sewell (read that book over and over again! or The Unicorn Chronicles by Bruce Coville (a fond favourite of mine. It has very good story building). You can tell I was a big horse kid

Currently reading: Hard Contact by Karen Traviss

Currently watching: Andor!

Currently consuming: Nothing *notable stomach rumblings* (haven't eaten yet)

Currently craving: coffee and food! I'm craving a hot shower too (I don't have hot water rn)

No pressure tags: @glum-sheep @mymblesbuir @panravenc @eggy-mcgreggy @postluminescence @indecisivepirate @muellfee @1nelastime @heart-0f-a-rebel16

[heartbreak-human]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga), 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Baji Keisuke/Matsuno Chifuyu Characters: Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Matsuno Chifuyu's Mother Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Baji Keisuke Lives, Fluff, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Inspired by "It Might Be Painful But I Still Love It" - TUYU, the new ending has ended me, Fluff and Humor, Matsuno Chifuyu is a Ray of Sunshine, Baji Keisuke is Bad At Feelings, Baji Keisuke is So Whipped, i hurt bc of canon so this is my way of coping, No beta we die like illiterates Series: Part 3 of tokyo blues Summary:

“This whole time, I’ve held onto this feeling, trying to convince myself that it was enough. That having you by my side was enough.” Brusquely, Baji grabs his hand, squeezing it. Maybe even breaking a couple of his bones, what with the strength he does it with. “But, Chifuyu, it isn’t.”

“Baji-san, what…” He gulps, afraid to be misunderstanding the situation. “What isn’t enough?” He asks with a thin voice.

Baji takes his time to answer. “This. Everything. Us.”

[panravenc]

a bite of suncake and a sip of jasmine tea by panravenc | 2.5k | domestic fluff, comfort | post-war, no order sixty-six

It's been a long, terrible day. When Obi-Wan returns to his quarters, all he wants is to lay down, drink some tea, and spend time with the love of his life. It's a good thing Cody is there to make sure he gets it.

A/N: For the marathon of CodyWan Comfort Flash Event, yet again. Hosted by @codywancomfort! This truly got out of my hands - I wanted to write a simple drabble, you see. Either way, it is here now. I hope you enjoy it!

[venadontleave]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga), 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Baji Keisuke/Matsuno Chifuyu, Baji Keisuke & Hanemiya Kazutora Characters: Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Baji Ryoko | Baji Keisuke's Mother, Mikey | Sano Manjirou, Hanemiya Kazutora Additional Tags: Manga: Baji Keisuke Kara no Tegami | A Letter from Baji Keisuke (Tokyo Revengers), First Meetings, Baji Keisuke's POV, Depressed Baji Keisuke, Introspection, Baji Keisuke is Bad At Feelings, Fights, Hurt/Comfort, Baji's going to accept Chifuyu's love whether he wants to or not Series: Part 1 of tokyo blues Summary:

For Chifuyu, it begins the same day Baji punches sixteen people for him.

For Keisuke, it all starts under the rain.

[ky-lth]

@panravenc your tags 😭 Cody the guy of all time

A day late for commander Cody day (I was at work) but here’s a thing I whipped up for the day :3c