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[callaw]

dear my dear [part.2] - » C.M. x f!reader « Part 1

Summary — Cheong Myeong unexpectedly reunited with his past lover (reader) after being reborn

TAGS — sfw, cheesy (?), fluff, hurt/comfort, canon compliant, past life relationship, Maehwa Island Arc, character death (past life, mentioned)

wc: 2,6k

WARNING — contains spoilers for future arcs, novel ch. 893-1000. Read at your own risk ;) (not yet proofread)

a/n: The last part of the series is finally here ^^ just so you know, i've been sitting on this draft forever. life kept throwing crisis after crisis at me, so finishing this fic got pushed back again and again. but here we are! (thanks for the comments guys) here's my little contribution (heh) to the cheong miaw x reader fics out there yayy ★:>

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"When we get older..."

You said as you lay beside him on the nearby hill—his usual secret spot—watching the sky drift by. The back of your head rested against his chest, partially listening to the calm, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each other's fingers tangled together, sending a warm feeling through where the heart lives. On the other hand, Cheong Myeong shifted his head closer, cheek squashed against the crown of your head, as if he wanted to catch every word before it could float away. He never missed a single one, like your voice was the most important thing to hear right then.

"...what will happen to us?"

You tilted your head up slightly, eager to hear Cheong Myeong's answer. "Us?" One of his eyebrows quirked up as he was thinking about the possibilities that may happen. He felt you nod—three times—followed by a string of enthusiastic "yeah, right" sounds. One of his palms spread across the back of your head, fingers combing slowly through your hair as though the answer might be hiding somewhere in it. After a quiet moment, he began to speak.

"I think, we will still be us."

'Still be us?' you thought, "What do you mean, Myeongie?" humor curled warm around your voice.

A soft sigh landed above your head, "Liiiike this. me and you, togetherrr," Cheong Myeong's arms sneak around your torso, locking you snugly against the warmth of him. A fond smile bloomed across his face. "We'll be stronger. Still looking young, though. And you'll get veeeery pretty. Prettier." He added the last word while turning you around so you were facing each other. "Or maybe—maybe we'll travel beyond Kangho, and emptying the world's liquor stock. Fuck those annoying elders."

Both of you smiled, then dissolved into laughter, savoring the moment.

"Don't say that, puh-lease," you poked his forehead. "They're annoying, I get it. But they're still your sasukjo." Hearing that, Cheong Myeong pursed his lips into a small pout, while his fingers busily fixing the reddish iridescent plum blossom hairpin that's still been used by you ever since the last 3 years to hold your hair.

"They always insist on making me teach the newbie sajil and samae!" He argued, and for some reason, he got more pouty than before.

It was something of an open secret—that the Plum Blossom Sword Saint refuses to take a disciple, despite possessing skill and knowledge worth passing down to generations. Nobody really knew why.

"Teaching is quite fun. Plus, they're also a bunch of amazing cuties~" you replied, brushing his unruly bangs away from his face. He couldn't help but lean into your touch.

With what seemed like his last remaining ounce of dignity, he fired back. "Seriously, sweets, they can't keep up with my pace... I've tried it once! Ended in complete disaster. And besides, I'm busy going here and there solving proble—mm?!—"

Mwah! A light peck landed on his lips.

Eyes blown wide. Breath hitched. A faint blush crept across his pale cheeks. "Unfair..." he whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Look, you are the ones who create problems," you laughed at him. And for some reason, he laughed too.

The night grew late. Cold breeze glided through the air, as the stars and the moon shone brighter. The song of crickets and cicadas threaded through the silence. It felt as though time itself had agreed to slow down.

"Hey, myeong-ah..." you whisper, tugging lightly at his sleeve. Cheong Myeong hummed in response, then murmured a lazy what and why.

"Let's get old together."

"..."

"..."

"....Seriously?"

"I mean—"

"We're literally doing it right now, silly." He poked your cheek several times for emphasis.

"I mean, like—like really old. Till our hair turns white and our skin goes all saggy and ugly and ewh."

His full heartfelt laughter rang out into the night after you say that.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, love."

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Gasp

Hah—!

Hah.... hah... haa...

That day, early in the morning, Cheong Myeong jolted awake, panting. Trails of dried tears could've been seen along the corner of his eyes. Heart aches with the feeling of longing, for something important that has left him.

Another night, another dream about his past life.

Last week, he dreamt about his beloved Jangmun and Sahyung—Cheong Mun. Last 4 days, he dreamt about that brat, Tang Bo. Yesterday, he dreamt about the fucking Cheon Ma. Tonight, he dreamt about you.

As if the ghost of the past keeps on haunting him. Every emotion—guilt, sorrow, grief, longing—all of them, was chasing him from then till now. He doesn't know when any of it would stop.

Next year?

Next 10 years?

When he die again?

Never?

Currently, it's been years since he got reincarnated a hundred years after the war. The war that took down his Hwasan, the war that killed so many people, the war that killed Tang Bo and you.

You, his dearest partner. The one who stayed by his side until his last breath. His everything.

Living a new life is hard for him. Stuck in a foreign young nobody with a grey background. Cultivating his dantian again from zero. Doing hellish training to gain back his peak ability. Pretending to not know anything even though he knows everything. And worse, he's alone.

Luckily, the current Hwasan disciple is sort of solid. Not all of them, but still. He makes new friends, family, alliance, even enemies.

Acceptance is another thing. Sometimes, he's grieving like shit, or zoned out, trying to accept his fate. His favourite thing to do is to talk to himself like a madman, as if it somehow provides solace for him in times of distress.

Right now, he's doing none of that. Only staring up at the ceiling, listening to the joyous birds chirps, and planning about the ways to train the CheonWooMaeng Alliance's members today. Fuck it, he definitely would make it way harder than yesterday.

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Maehwa Island, Yangtze River

After being abandoned by the Tang Family and Nokrim ever since the drunk discussion during the reunion with Hwasan, Maehwa Island was immediately occupied by the greedy Surochae—in the command of Black Dragon King—to oppose Jang Ilso's growing authority. Then, after Black Dragon King left for a while, the Namgung Family attacked and took over the Island with the same motive.

Knowing Maehwa is under attack, Surochae make a move. They surrounded the island and make a siege. Destroying cannons and counter attack the Namgung Family without holding back. As a result, the Namgung Family was stuck right there, destroyed, can't go anywhere in particular.

The news about the fight between Surochae and Namgung spread fast, especially to the other taoist sect. At first, Bop Jeong—from Shaolin—went to Hwasan to ask for help. That arrogant baldy even has the urge to plan to command them—which he had no right—and of course got refused by Hwasan, especially Cheong Myeong. Not only that, given the circumstances, he also tried to lure back Hye Yeon to go back to Shaolin—which is also refused by Hye Yeon. Offended, Bop Jeong stormed off from Hwasan and gathered his own team to rescue Namgung.

Because of the great clash, the innocent resident that lived near the Yangtze River also got affected. With the help of the Tang Family, they all gathered and moved away to Sichuan. Hearing the news, Hwasan decided to headed near the river to help Tang Family helping the former residents, instead of helping the Namgung Family. Well, Shaolin and the gang have helped them anyways.

As time went by, Surochae succeeded in tiring out the Namgung Family. Thus, they were slowly dying in one way or another. The prince of Namgung Family, Namgung Do Wi, which was full of himself in the beginning, was getting humbled. His mind was spiralling, seeing his family members life faded one by one. As they're physically and mentally worn out, they could only wait for rescue.

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Shaolin, Gaebang, and Kongtong—the three great sect come to the rescue. At the same time with their arrival, another Saparyeon fleet with Jang Ilso in it docked not far from the crime scene.

'Amithaba... what the fuck? Amithaba...' Bop Jeong curse Inside his head.

Jang Ilso, the leader of the Evil Sect—Saparyeon— intimidated everyone right there, including the Righteous Sect. The rescue team stopped their tracks, cautious of Jang Ilso's trick that's likely unpredictable.

While watching the gruesome and ironic scene between the Namgung Family and Jang Ilso's fleet unfolded from across the river, Bop Jeong's shiny head tingles uneasily, feeling another presence behind the bushes. Not only him, everyone right there also feels it.

Tap tap tap

Shrrkkk

Tap tap tap

Shrrrkkk

The sound of measured footsteps—and something dragging alongside them. Then the bushes parted, and two arms with long, slender fingers pushed through the gap. One hand gripped a long random stick. Bop Jeong and Hye Bang's eyes locked onto the strange sight. Slowly, a figure stepped out into the open.

"...What is happening here?"

'Ah—a girl,' They thought.

Your gaze swept across the gathered faces one by one, while trying to look friendly. Then, your eyes locked onto one person, Bop Jeong, the one who's bigger than the others.

You asked your questions: what, where, when, who, and how. In return, Bop Jeong and his companions answered briefly but thorough. When they asked who you were, you told them simply that you were a traveler. No one knows you anyways.

When they mention Hwasan, your eyes light up, and starts being nosy about them. Luckily, they answer the question quite professionally. After a while, you slipped away into the forests and set up a simple camp not far from the river. Too invested in the unfolding drama to go far. Besides, you still need to cultivate your dantian further and gather energy, in case things escalate that require your involvement.

Several days later, the sound of a bang, clashing steel, and general uproar carried over from the island and the river. Intrigued, you gathered your things and headed toward the chaos mainly for the fun of it, and partly to sharpen your swordsmanship against something real.

Across the water, a fierce battle raged on the island. You could make out figures in green, blue, and pink. Pink...? Hwasan?

Right after you think about hwasan, bright pinkish plum blossom petal erupted across the sky. Drifting wide in every direction.

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Hwasan disciples and Tang family fought brilliantly, thanks to their training. They moved in sync, covering each other's flanks without needing to be told. Meanwhile, the shaolin gang was too cowardly to do anything, and some of them eventually leave.

In the midst of Cheong Myeong brutally beating Black Dragon King, Jang Ilso appeared and proposed an end to the fighting. Both sides agreed, and the battle came to a close.

Everyone began making their way back to shore. After bickering with the Shaolin gang, the CheonWooMaeng Alliance group turned and headed back toward their basecamp to resume training.

You slipped away from the island just as quietly as you'd joined, melting back into the forest to collect the other belongings you left at your camp.

While the others made their way back, Cheong Myeong lingered a while longer. Something had snagged at the edge of his awareness. A feeling, faint but persistent, that had first brushed against him during the battle on the island and hadn't quite let go.

Shrrk

Tap tap tap

Someone walking—with a stick?

He sharpened his focus and try to see what happened behind the bushes. He was still concentrating when a cool edge of metal came to rest between his shoulder blades, angled toward his neck.

"Who are you?" A cold, clipped female voice asked him.

He freezes. The way she spoke hit him somewhere too familiar to name. In one fluid motion, he drew his sword and turned the exchange into a fight. His movements carry every ingrained habit and stylistic signature of him.

By the time you both stopped, you were winded. You stood over Cheong Myeong with your sword leveled at him as he lay on the ground.

"I'm Cheong Myeong." He answered.

'Cheong Myeong? The fuck?' your eyebrows arches, confused.

"Is that actually your name, or are you just a fan of the great Plum Blossom Sword Saint?" you shot back, your voice carrying a dry, bitter edge.

Now, he was also confused. A young woman in this era, knew that name from the past?

"Huh? Then who are you? What are you—a fan of the Plum Blossom Sword Petal herself?!" He pause, "And what's with that hairpin that looks just like hers? Kids these days, honestly... tsk tsk tsk." He bit back.

"Excuse me—?!" Your temper nearly snapped right there.

A tense staring contest settled between you as both of you tried to piece things together.

Then, something in your mind clicked.

"I'm [name]."

His heart skipped a beat.

"Suddenly i woke up in this body and i don't know why and how," says you, while looking at the plum blossom embroidery stitched on the left side of his uniform. Reminiscing the glorious old days of the past. "I thought you were someone I knew, because you act just like him. And that sword style—"

Suddenly, he pulled you into a tight hug and let out a small, ragged sob. "Me too, baby. Me too," he said, voice breaking through.

Your walls came down right then and there. You cried quietly against him, both of you holding on, just letting it be.

"Myeong-ah, sorry—," sob, "back then, I— we—"

While you let everything pour out, one of his hands moved through your hair in slow, gentle strokes. The other traced small circles across your back. He murmured soft, comforting words against your temple, and he listened to every single word, without rushing any of it.

Then, it was his turn. He talked, haltingly at first, about everything he'd carried through the years. You wiped his tears when the words brought them, and his grip on your clothes tightened quietly each time he reached the parts that still hurt most.

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"Let's head back to the basecamp," he said, catching the small yawn you tried to hide.

"But they don't know me."

Cheong Myeong just laughed it off. "I know you. So everything will be okay now."

His smile kept growing. He genuinely hadn't expected to smile like that—fully, without reservation—after everything that had come with being reincarnated.

"Okay, let's go. But I'm tired," you said with a pout, tugging briefly at his collar. "Carry me? Please?"

Cheong Myeong kissed your forehead, gently shifted you aside, and knelt down to offer you his back

The whole journey to the basecamp was filled with random conversation and long, comfortable stretches of silence. His movements were so light and sure that slipping in through a window and into his room required almost no effort at all.

Once inside, he tucked you in and set your belongings neatly on the other side of the room. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and rested a hand softly against your cheek. "I'm going to speak with the sect leader for a while. Wanna come?"

You nodded. "I'll go with you."

Cheong Myeong smiled and helped you sit up, his palm settling instinctively against your back. The kind of gesture that didn't need to be remembered because it had never really been forgotten. "I'll tell him that we're very close, and that you'll be helping me train the Alliance. How does that sound?"

"That works for me." You paused. "And tell him I'll be joining Hwasan too."

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The next day, the entire Alliance was thrown into chaos. They had two devils training them now.

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[callaw]

Homesick

ft. Luffy

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“Arrgghhh! Get away from me!!!”

“C’mon, old man! Let me borrow your den den mushi!”

“What!? Why should I?!”

“It’s important!”

The weird, apple-headed old man refused to budge, he's too stubborn. So, Luffy did what Luffy always did. He snatched the den den mushi from the old man hand and used it anyway.

Luffy did not fully get why he wanted to call you right now. He just knew he did. Maybe, maybe because this island was packed with machines and futuristic things, and if he hadn't mistaken, you love technologies... and maybe, it's also because he kept imagining your face lighting up if you saw it yourself. Especially this giant ancient robot that he found.

Without further ado, he pressed the numbers and waited impatiently, rocking on his heels.

Purupurupuru.... Purupurupuru.... purupurupuru.....

.

In the other side of the world, your den den mushi rang loudly. Currently, it's 0:56 a.m.—right 56 minutes after midnight. From your laying position, you groaned, rolled over, and finally grabbed it.

Purupurupuru....

Gatcha

“…Yes?” Your voice came out rough, heavy with sleepiness. For a couple of seconds, silence answered you.

You frowned, already tempted to hang up and go back to sleep.

Then, a familiar voice said your name and greet you enthusiastically.

“Heyy!"

Luffy.

You sighed. Of course, it was that monkey. Calling at this hour, knowing full well the huge time difference.

“Yes. Why are you calling, Lu?”

You heard his steady breath on the other side. He sounds alive and still being the sunshine he is. Why did he called you?

“How are you? And Dadan?” he asked quickly, then softer, “I miss home. Wish you were here.”

Ah... does he feel homesick?

“Everyone’s fine. Oh right- I saw your new poster!,” you said, waking up properly now. “You’re a Yonko now?! Seriously???”

He laughed brightly and unrestrained, somehow proud that you sounded impressed. Then he told you everything. The summary about what happened in the island, the fights, and chaos. In the other line, you just listened, half-smiling half-yawning, reacting whenever he paused to breathe.

The call lasted for about half an hour, 'cause he need to go somewhere again with the gang, he said.

“Gotta go!” he said. “The others are waiting...”

“That’s fine,” you replied with a yawn.

Right before hanging up, he added a nonchalant, “I still miss you extra, though. Okay, bye!!”

Beeeeeeep

The line went dead.

You stared at the den den mushi. Sleep definitely did not come back. His words lingered too long, floating inside your mind.

Sometimes, you wondered if staying in Foosha Village had been the wrong choice, and you should've been joining Luffy to be a pirate and adventuring with him instead.

.

Luffy handed the den den mushi back to its owner, Vegapunk.

Vegapunk leaned closer, eyes sharp with curiosity. “Who was that? Your girlfriend?”

“My friend!” Luffy said immediately. “She’s pretty, and strong, and smart. You’d like her, old man.”

Sadly, even after the call, the ache stayed.

He still missed home (literally), and you too—his home in human form.

[callaw]

Magnets

Luffy x reader

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Luffy unconsciously kept looking at you. His childhood friend that end up being one of his crew. Seriously though, for the whole day, his eyes keep on wandering towards you—again, and again, and again.

It wasn’t just his stare, Luffy himself also moved toward you every chance it got. He picked the seat closest to you during mealtime. When you were on lookout duty in the crow’s nest, he somehow appeared there too—said he was bored. Even during missions, he ended up in the same team as you, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The Strawhats noticed their captain's unusual act, and they tried to come up with reasons. They were nosy, for sure, but they also understood there were boundaries they should respect too.

After months of feeling it, Luffy secretly asked Zoro and Jinbe for advice, and it was surprisingly helpful. They guide him to sort out the mess in his mind and heart—his feelings.

Honestly, Luffy wasn’t that clueless about affection. He have loved people. His brothers, for example. But you sat in a different place inside his heart. The feeling was somehow deeper, as if he would give you all the meat in the world if you asked. Well, maybe not all. 60(his):40. But still.

Like some kind of magnet, you're a mystic force. You were a pull he couldn’t escape—a force he couldn’t explain. Being away from you felt wrong, to the point that a small part of him feared you would disappear like his deceased brother if he's not present. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t shake it away. Strange.

Then one day, he finally confessed.

You already knew how he felt, so it didn’t hit you like a shock.

The whole confession happened while you and Luffy were traveling through Elbaf to regroup with the others, right before meeting Loki. You were talking about the giant island, and exchanging 'how are yous' to check on each other like always, and Luffy jokingly mentioned Ace because he missed him and you were the person he trusted to talk about him with.

“It’s not that bad anymore. I have you here,” he said as he walked beside you.

“Riiight. So don’t be too sad, kay? I’m very right here, Lu,” you said, nudging his elbow.

He laughed, bright and honest, then placed his straw hat on your head.

“Um… hey.”

He stopped walking as soon as he talks, so you stopped too. You faced him, tilting your head slightly to the right to hear him better.

"Yes?"

It took a couple of seconds before he take a deep breath and said,

“I like you, very much. So… stay with me, will you?”

Hearing that, you simply smileand nods.

“Well—I like you too. Okay, then—"

Suddenly, he pulled you into his embrace, he huugs you tight.

In fact, both of you actually have realised each other feelings since forever. But direct confession felt different.

"Luffy? Wha-"

"It's fine. 'm just happy... shi shi shi shi shi"

You lifted your hand and let it rest on his back, a quiet touch that drew him closer. For a moment, you held him there, close enough to feel his racing breath and heart beat against you. Then, you eased away and told him it was time to keep moving, to go find the others waiting somewhere ahead.

Luffy didn’t hesitate. He slipped back to your side, steps matching yours, as if the path only made sense when he walked it with you.

Warmth settled between you. And just like magnets, the two of you stopped drifting apart after that.

[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

Pt 1. Last Glances — pt 2. reunion

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

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖𓇼

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]

Gojo Satoru × Non-Sorcerer!Reader

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, sunshine? Helloooo?”

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, [name]. 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 didn't keep his. promise. He's gone.

Soon after the battle ends, his sorcerer colleagues contacted you after their condition is settled. Then, 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.