"My hands are always shaking, body's always aching, and the dark is when I feed."
The possibilities this world can produce are limitless, falling into a void on whether to call something a "fantasy" or "reality". There's a fine line between spiritu...
WORD COUNT: 6.7K TW: One Piece Gear 5 spoilers (really slight, you won't even recognize it if you haven't read that far). NOTE: I'm on a roll here!! Luffy is Brazilian and has slightly curly hair in this fic bc he's canonly Brazilian soo yeah. I also headcanon him as mixed but that really isn't mentioned.
"WE DON'T DEAL WITH OUTSIDERS VERY WELL. THEY SAY NEWCOMERS HAVE A CERTAIN SMELL. YEAH, TRUST ISSUES NOT MENTION. THEY SAY THEY CAN SMELL YOUR INTENTION."
— TWENTY ONE PILOTS. | HEATHENS
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The Strawhats really knew how to get a kickback started with just the ten of them and their new foreign addition. She hadn't planned to stay at Franky's apartment for the entire night, but she couldn't help it. They were too fun, too convincing, and way too pretty for her to simply step away from them.
Luffy, especially, had to take the cake for the prettiest in the room.
He glowed like no other person, drawing all attention to him at any given second. His coal round eyes opened a gateway to his kind, extroverted soul, that drowned anyone who dared to look too long, complimenting his inky and slightly curled haircut. Even (Y/N) felt herself beginning to slip down the rabbit hole that was his pupils, gladly getting lost in the entrance to his ego as they played their second round of UNO. This time around, Luffy sat across from her so she could get a direct view of the shining star.
As usual, Luffy won the first round, which everyone blamed on his incredulous luck. The boy was a walking four-leaf clover. In every situation he managed to get himself thrown, he escaped with either no injuries or benefitted from it. Usopp ranted to (Y/N) about how it wasn't fair Luffy could practically do whatever he wanted, to which she only laughed and shot another glance at Luffy.
Because he won the first round, (Y/N) was now tasked with making the boy a portrait. She wasn't an art major, and she was far from Picasso, but she drew from time to time when involuntarily locked in the hospital psychiatrist ward. This molded a hobby she utilized to express her jumbled thoughts in a digestible medium, so she often put it to use for recreational means rather than for therapy now.
"I can't wait for my portrait, (Y/N)," he said to her when he Uno'd out, grinning as wide as he could before muttering his signature, "Shishishi." She felt no dread nor any disappointment at losing, because, in the end, she felt like she won something much more valuable.
She could stare into his eyes and admire his face all she wanted without being reprimanded.
She had no idea what inspired this change in her heart. Was it the comforting aura the group, as they told her named themselves the Strawhats, exuded? Was it Luffy himself, who wrapped his arm around her shoulder and treated her as if she was one of them so quickly? He didn't give her odd habits the night they first met a second thought, immediately welcoming her with that damned toothy smile she couldn't help but adore.
