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[callaw]

WTF I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE SECOND AND THIRD PART OF DEAR MY DEAR AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY THIS APP DOESN'T HAVE THE FEATURE TO RE-UP A RECENTLY DELETED POST 😔😭 i should rewrite it all now......... lol....

[callaw]

Don't Leave

Luffy x Reader

time setting: after wano (on their way to egghead)

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The snow was falling harder than yesterday. Even with layers of coats, the icy winter air still managed to creep through your clothes and sting your skin. So, naturally, you went searching for your favorite captain, your personal body heater.

You found him by the ship rail on the back side of Sunny, gazing out into the whiteness. Without a word, you slipped your arms around his waist from behind.

“What’s wrong??” Luffy asked, a little surprised, before immediately wrapping his arms around you in return. His hand rubbed small circles along your back. “Cold?”

You didn’t answer. Just nodded and burrowed your face into his chest.

You weren’t sure if his warmth came from his body or from his Devil Fruit. He always felt like soft, living rubber. Pliable but solid, and the heat radiating off him was different. Softer. Safer. Comforting in a way that went beyond just physical warmth.

“Not cold yourself, Lu?” you mumbled.

Hearing that, he laughed. His signature "Shi shi shi shi!"—vibrating against your cheek.

“Of course I am!”

You let out a sleepy chuckle. “How about we... go inside and—" you yawned mid-sentence, “—just chill in bed. I’m way too sleepy for this weather.”

Without another word, he grabbed your hand and tugged you gently to the captain’s quarters. As soon as you entered, he flopped onto the bed like an overturned turtle, arms wide open, waiting for you.

You didn’t hesitate.

You slipped into his arms, letting yourself melt into his warmth like you always did.

The two of you shifted and adjusted until you found the perfect position. At one point, your eyes met his. You gave him a soft smile. Reassurance, comfort, love. Everything’s okay now, it said.

He smiled back, eyes gentle, and pulled you closer.

—

Hours passed. The world outside remained quiet and cold, but inside, the warmth of his arms made it feel like none of that mattered.

Eventually, you stirred. Your throat was dry, so you carefully tried to wiggle out of bed to get a glass of water. But even that small movement woke him up.

Luffy’s eyes cracked open, barely visible beneath the dark bangs falling across his forehead. His head, still nestled in the crook of your neck, leaned in closer to your body, chasing the warmth.

Then, barely audible—half-awake and half-asleep—he murmured: “Where are you going?”

“Just getting some water.”

“…Don’t leave me… [name]... you promishe... mmm..”

You paused.

“Hey? You awake?”

Nothing.

He was... sleep talking?

You exhaled a soft sigh, your heart tightening. Maybe, he was still haunted by the last battle in Wano, by the memory of nearly losing you.

You remembered it vividly too. The battle with the CP0 agents plus your encounter with King… how everything blurred after that. Sanji found you barely breathing, unconscious alongside Zoro. He carried both of you to Chopper with panic in his eyes.

Luffy had been at your side ever since. Even after waking from his own injuries, he stayed with you around the clock until you finally opened your eyes—two whole days later.

It must’ve scared him.

It must’ve reminded him of Ace.

You glanced down at his sleeping face, now so peaceful. His arms tightened around you instinctively, like letting go might break the world again.

So instead of getting up, you stayed. Letting yourself sink back into his warmth.

You whispered, barely above a breath, “I’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And you weren’t.

[callaw]

Dear My Dear

Cheong Myeong x Reader

Summary: The war with the Demon Sect ruins everything. You and Cheong Myeong stood together at the edge of the war, determined to end it all. Both of you did. But victory came with a price. A hundred years later, Cheong Myeong wakes in the body of a beggar child. Mount Hua is in ruins. Now, he climbs back to Mount Hua, ready to rebuild what was lost, and honor the one he couldn’t protect. Surprisingly, you're reincarnated too...! he'll be suuuper shocked when he knew about it lol.

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Pt 1. Last Glances

The Demon Sect began to make its move.

At first, it was just random assassinations. Uncommon, but still, it's not normal at the time. Then, they escalated their evil deeds: massacring Taoist sects, targeting those who resisted Cheonma’s reign, and more.

Eventually, an all-out war became inevitable. The Ten Great Sects, smaller sub-sects, warrior groups, merchants across Kangho, and everyone opposing the Demon Sect united to fight. To win the war.

As expected, the prolonged conflict brought immense loss, grief, and pain. Some surrendered to despair, drowning in their own darkness. The relentless pressure of war left many exhausted. Most of them, except for one unusual sect. The greatest of them all, Mount Hua Sect.

Mount Hua, home to fiercely loyal disciples led by the formidable Cheong Mun.

Mount Hua, sanctuary of the era’s greatest swordsman—the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Cheong Myeong—and its second-strongest, the Plum Blossom Sword’s Petal, you.

Acting as the war’s final ace, most of Mount Hua’s disciples fought to the death for their honor. Especially Mount Hua's Sword Saint and it's Petal.

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He was up there.

Cheonma sat atop a mountain of corpses, radiating demonic beauty as he gazed down at Cheong Myeong and you.

"Myeong-ah—" you called.

Cheong Myeong glared at Cheonma, eyes burning with rage and disgust, his grip on his sword was so tight as his knuckles whitened. Veins bulged at his temples. His eyes seemed ready to burst.

You studied him one last time, ensuring your best friend wouldn’t perish consumed by hatred. Softly, you called again:

"Cheong Myeong."

Finally, he met your gaze. "Let's just kill that bastard," he replied, voice as cold as ice.

You said "okay" before he’d even finished speaking. Sharing the same brain cell, both of you began the countdown.

5 — Standing side by side, you breathed deeply, focusing into the lethal stances that would behead the devil.

4 — Cheonma spoke—praising both of you, rambling about demonic glory. You ignored him as your dear Myeongie snarled back on your behalf.

3 — 'Why does this demon talk so much?'

2— Your blood boiled as he mocked your sect.

1 — 'Get lost.'

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

'Let’s go—!'

Like lightning, you charged up the corpse-mountain. Battle cries and Mount Hua's authentic lethal sword stances tore through the air, thick with the stench of rot and blood.

The battle made your wounds reopened. His did too. Neither cared about the pain or the blood sapping the strength. Memories of your friends and disciples flashed through your minds, fueling your resolve.

'We’ve got this!'

Seconds later, Cheonma’s head tumbled from his shoulders, severed by Cheong Myeong’s blade. Relief washed over you.

'Finally…!'

You smiled, giddy at the sight.

Thud.

You both collapsed, staring at the sky above. Strangely, it wasn’t red anymore... the air felt breathable again. Cheong Myeong looked at you. A genuine smile touched his lips, and you giggled.

"Hey, hey…" he murmured playfully—a tone you hadn’t heard in a long time. You smiled wider.

"Whaaat? What?"

"It’s finally over." His smile widened into a grin. You reached for his hand. He automatically clasped yours. Mutually seeking for comfort.

The blood loss and exhaustion from your final battle made the truth undeniable.

Death was inevitable.

In silence, you enjoy each other’s presence, trading smiles and soft laughter as the world faded.

With his last strength, he tugged your hand and mumbled something. You couldn’t hear it, as the darkness was swallowing you whole. But his beautiful face was the last thing you saw, and you were grateful for it.

In the other side, he kept holding your lifeless hand, tracing circles with his thumb, tangling his fingers with yours. He spoke to you softly, smiling as if you could still hear him.

He knew. He knew you were gone.

But what could he do? You were his first friend, his favorite sparring partner, his best friend… his most precious dearest person.

Maybe he's on denial, maybe it's his way to cope with your death.

Twenty minutes later, weariness overwhelmed him.

He looked at you for the very last time all his life, searing every detail into his mind. Your eyes, nose, lips, your smile, your tears, the fact that you still use the reddish iridescent plum blossom hairpin he gave you for your 50th birthday—birthday present, your scent,—all of you.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Hands still entangled with yours.

'Hey, maybe I'll see you in my dreams...'

'I hope our paths crossed again, [name]...'

Darkness began to enveloped him, memories of his life swirling like leaves in an unknown void—

—Until something struck his head. Repeatedly.

[callaw]

Sunny Days

Luffy x Reader

Summary: It’s been a long week at sea with no land in sight. Supplies are low, tempers are rising… and you’re just bored out of your mind. But with Luffy around, even the cloudiest day can turn into something a little brighter.

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It's always feel like sunny days when Luffy's around. Even in the midst of scary waves or freezing cold nights, there's always warmth aboard in the Going Merry.

With his chaotic antics paired with his laughter, he somehow makes the ship feel less boring. As the captain, he’s surprisingly good at keeping spirits up... or so you thought.

Like this moment, for example.

After the long events from the post island the crew docked to resupply the ship, they randomly sailed to an unknown route. Letting the wind leads them to the new horizons across the Grand Line.

Well, Nami said it would only take three to four days to reach the next island.

It's been a week.

7 days with no land in sight.

168 hours of a stressed-out Nami, Sanji, and Usopp trying to maintain the crew and the ship’s well-being.

10080 minutes of dwindling supplies.

And, honestly… you’re getting kind of bored.

The rest of the crew feels it too.

Especially the captain.

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On the 8th days, it's your turn to stand by in the crow nest.

As you're getting up, you can hear the crew's voice echoing from the deck below.

It seems that Luffy ate too much food and Sanji was enraged because of it. Zoro's fake-snoring to avoid Nami's yapping about his unpaid debts. Usopp’s tinkering with the Going Merry with his beloved tools again, completely absorbed in his work.

You lean over, eyes scanning the never-ending ocean, hoping to spot something—anything—to break the monotony. Something to make your brain stop feeling like a mush.

Five minutes pass.

Then seven.

Eight and a half.

Nine minutes...

Nine minutes and fifty-five seconds—

"Heya!"

Holy—!

You fall back as a head plops up from below.

"Luffy—oh my god... you startled me, Capt." you say, lowering the telescope and setting it beside you. He doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest and almost sits right on it before you quickly snatch it back into your safe hands.

"Shishishi—sorry."

"Surely."

Both of you sit in a complete silence for a whole 30 seconds. Then, without warning, he drops his head onto your lap, hugging his straw hat like a teddy bear.

"What's up, Lu?"

He groans, “It’s so hot up here!!”

You stifle a giggle, brushing hair out of his face.

“Of course it is. It’s midsummer, anyway.”

You glance up at the sky. Today it’s cloudy, and the wind’s stronger than usual. The temperature feels fine to you. Not too hot. Not too cold. What’s wrong with him?

You rest your hand over his face, covering his forehead and eyes. He relaxes beneath your touch, almost like he’s drifting off to sleep.

Then suddenly, he grabs your hand, lowers it, and sits up to stare at the ocean for a couple minutes. Until—

“Is that an island?!” he exclaims, eyes wide.

You blink. “You see one??? I didn’t see anyth—oh, wait.”

You quickly lift your telescope to check.

Indeed. An island.

Pretty big, too.

And—wait—there are a lot of ships docked along the edge. Why?

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Before you can say anything, Luffy’s already shouting:

“EVERYONEEEE! THERE’S AN ISLAND OVER THERE!!!”

Nami bolts into action, directing Usopp and Zoro to steer the Going Merry. Sanji helps too, of course.

Luffy stays beside you, grinning like a kid who just won a prize.

You glance at him for a moment too long.

You swear… you can almost see sparkles and flowers dancing around his head.

Sigh.

Of course. He’s Luffy, after all.

Just as the Going Merry starts heading toward land, the clouds break apart, and golden sunbeams pierce the sky.

What a wonderful sunny day.

[callaw]

About You

Luffy x reader

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Unbeknownst to the crew, Luffy was a little solemn every night. When the moon shone brightly in the sky, with all kinds of stars scattered around it. When the wind blew colder. When it was his turn to watch from the crow’s nest. When he was sleeping in the captain’s quarters.

When he was alone.

So many thoughts went through his head, especially after his brother’s death. Most of them were what-ifs, and some of them were about you.

You—his secret friend. His very first friend at Foosha Village. The fourth member of the trio ASL. A person who had almost become his first crew member. Who always shared a shoulder for him to rely on back then.

Simply put, he missed you.

So much.

Very much.

Sometimes, he wondered: How are you doing? Are you okay? How do you feel after Ace’s death? Did you eat well? Do you miss me? Are you a pirate too now? Why have I never heard about you? Etc., etc.

Now, he was lying on his bed in the captain’s quarters, trying to drift off to sleep, but he couldn’t.

Weird.

It was very rare for him to feel this way.

Luckily, he had this bottle inside the pocket of his shorts—a small glass bottle that held some seashells and sand, sealed with a ribbon that was a bit worn out.

He took it out and gave it a good inspection.

No cracks.

Good.

A memory of how it was made came to his mind. The mood didn’t feel bad anymore. It lightened up. He snickered at the memory.

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On a random sunny day, you took him for a walk. At first, it was a casual stroll through the village. Then, it randomly turned into a race between the two of you.

With a beaming grin similar to his, you said, “I WIN! YOU LOSE!”

“Huft, huft, huft, NOT FAIR! YOU RAN AWAY FIRST!” Luffy replied shortly after.

“Hehe~ sorry, sorry.”

Luffy pouted, letting out a mad “Hmph!”

After laughing at his cute pout, you elbowed his arm and walked towards the shore. Sitting down on the warm sand, you started drawing random things in the sand.

“Aww, don’t sulk like that, Lu. Now that Ace is sailing, it’s a bit quieter, don’t you think?”

Thud

He sat beside you, resting his head on his palm. Looking at the drawing you made, then at the vast sea.

“You got a point. I already miss him.”

'Here we go again, another episode of Luffy missing his dear brother', you thought.

Your hand was busy collecting seashells while he looked at the sea mindlessly. A comfortable silence enveloped the both of you.

“Luffy, you’re going to set sail soon, right?”

Luffy’s attention shifted to you.

“Yes! I’ll be the captain, and you’re the cook!”

Sigh

“I also want to be a captain!” you exclaimed.

Shishishishi — he laughed it off.

Suddenly, you took Luffy’s hand and placed a bottle in his palm.

“Take this with you.”

He looked at it curiously with his big, round eyes.

“What’s this?”

“A congratulations present, from me. For your first sail next week,” you said with a smile on your face.

“What should I do with this? Looks kinda useless...”

Smack!

“DO NOT. INSULT IT!”

“Oww! What’s that for???”

“Just keep it! I poured my heart into it!”

“It’s only a bottle of seashells though...”

“IT’S MY GIFT TO YOU!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll keep it.”

“Good. Or I’ll—” she raised her hand again.

“Understood,” he said immediately. 'She’s as scary as gramps...'

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And just like that, he kept it until now.

Luffy placed the little bottle gently on the nightstand beside his bed.

He lay back down, eyes fixed on the small glass charm glowing faintly under the moonlight.

He stared at it in silence, memories of you swirling in his mind—until, little by little, his eyelids grew heavy.

And finally, he drifted off to dreamland.

[callaw]

I'm Not Letting Go

Gojo Satoru × Non-Sorcerer!Reader

Inspired by Ocean and Engines - NIKI

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It was a few days before the Shibuya incident.

The two of you had decided to have a date in the beach. The sand was warm beneath your feet, the kind of warmth that seeped into your soul and made you feel alive.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, and Satoru’s eyes sparkled with his usual mischief.

You walked hand in hand along the shoreline, the cool water lapping at your ankles, and he would occasionally squeeze your fingers, as if to remind you that he was there, always, for you.

Satoru was in his usual self—playful, unpredictable, and endlessly charming. He’d ask you ridiculous “what if” questions, like: “What if the ocean was made of ramen?” or “What if we just stayed here forever and never went back?”

You’d laugh, rolling your eyes, but deep down, you wished you could. You wished you could freeze time, keep him close, and never let go.

His own self was infectious. Somehow, when he looked at you, it felt like the world stopped spinning. You’d catch him staring, his gaze soft and full of something unspoken. When you want to ask him about it, he’d just grin and say, “What? Can’t I admire my favorite person?”

But then, one night, something changed.

It was late, the world feels still and silent, and the phone rang. It was Satoru. Strange. He never called. If he wanted to see you, he’d just show up at your apartment, unannounced, with that boyish grin and a bag of snacks.

He’d barge in, wrap his arms around your figure, and say something like, “I missed you too much to wait until morning.”

But this time, he called. Your heart skipped a beat as you answered.

“Yes, Satoru?”

Silence.

Heavy silence.

“Heyy? Are you still there? Hello?”

Well, maybe he just wanted to hear your voice, you told yourself. Maybe he was being his usual, unpredictable self. But deep down, you knew something was wrong.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. His voice was different—softer, quieter, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He told you everything.

About the mission, about the danger, about the uncertainty.

Your heart shattered with every word, but you stayed strong for him. You comforted him, told him it would be okay, even though you weren’t sure if it would be. And then, just before the call ended, he said those words—the ones that would haunt you for the rest of your days.

“I’ll be back soon, hunny. Wait for me, 'kay?”

You promised. Of course, you promised.

You would wait for him, no matter how long it took.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the seasons changed around you. The leaves fell, the snow came, and the flowers bloomed again, but Satoru never returned.

You waited, clinging to the hope that he would keep his promise, that he would walk through your door with that same grin and say, “I told you I’d come back. I'm the strongest after all~”.

The fact is, he's gone. How'd you know? His sorcerer friend contacted you after their condition is settled. Soon after, his funeral was held.

Everything inside you crumbled.

As expected, the grief never left you. It settled in your chest, a constant ache that reminded you of what you had lost. You’d visit the beach sometimes, standing where the two of you once stood, watching the sunset alone.

You’d close your eyes and imagine his warm hand in yours, his laughter in your ears, but when you opened them, all you saw was the cold, empty horizon.

You waited, even when you knew it was hopeless. You waited because you had promised.

And because, somewhere in your heart, you still believed that he would come back to you.

Even if it was only in your mind.