After an unfortunate devil fruit accident, both Luffy and Law had become insufferably clingy. You didn’t even know which pirate had hit them with it—all you knew was that now they were latched onto you like their lives depended on it.

Dinner on the Thousand Sunny was a disaster.

Luffy was practically draped over your lap, arms locked around your waist as he grinned up at you like an overgrown child. Every time you tried to move, he’d whine and squeeze tighter, mumbling something about how you felt “safe.”

Law, on the other hand, was pressed firmly against your side, an arm wrapped around your shoulders with a grip that screamed possessive. He was normally so composed, but now he refused to let go, his expression unreadable as he subtly inched closer every time Luffy did.

You, trapped between both of them, were losing your mind.

“Guys, I need space,” you groaned, trying to wiggle free.

Luffy immediately pouted. “No! You’ll disappear!”

Law shot him a glare. “They won’t disappear, Straw Hat-ya.” Then, after a pause, he tightened his grip. “But I agree. They should stay close.”

You gaped at him. “You too?”

The rest of the crew was thriving off your misery. Usopp and Chopper were in shambles, clutching their sides from laughing so hard. Robin sipped her drink with an amused smile. Franky had already declared this “A SUPER POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!” Meanwhile, Sanji stood frozen at the stove, eye twitching in disbelief.

“I can’t believe Trafalgar Law of all people is acting like this,” Nami muttered, shaking her head. “That devil fruit must be something else.”

“I tried to research it,” you gritted out, struggling to lift your chopsticks while your arms were pinned, “but these two won’t let me move for five seconds.”

Luffy beamed. “‘Cause we love you!”

Law let out a small tch, looking away. “…What he said.”

You groaned, slumping forward.

You were never getting out of this.