Chapter 70
Hancock cannot believe what he’s reading right now, he was sitting in his bedroom of his castle when he had gotten the daily newspaper from the news coo and the front page in big bold letter is "Boa Hancock is no longer the most beautiful being in the world, now has been replaced by a literal, Real life, breathing angel, The newest member of the Strawhat Pirates, King the wildfire!" Below the letters is a picture of… well, King the wildfire looking like he was minding his own business as he looks at whoever was standing beside him, smiling.
And it wasn’t just any smile, it was a type of smile that would have One of those people that scream pray at churches praying to the Lord. Like And Lord, please take the wheel again because oh my dear motherfucking God! That fucking small! That smile would make a Nun want to sin! It was one of those just scrumdiddlyumptious fucking smiles! Those smiles are tired DILF(Daddy I'd Like to Fuck) would give you when the DILF knows he looks fucking good! The type of smiles that are so mushy gushy and oh so Lord have mercy Jesus take the wheel so we don’t crash fucking hot! The type of smiles that just make you want to throw your panties at them!
And it wasn’t just his smile that was good. This man, this man was just… immaculate. He had to be photoshopped or some kind of CGI bullshit because nobody could be that beautiful in real life. His muscles were so defined they looked like they were chiseled by the gods themselves. His skin was so smooth it looked like it had been kissed by the fucking moon. His eyes, oh his eyes! They were so piercing that it felt like you could get lost in them, like you were looking into the soul of the universe. And those fucking wings! They looked like they were made of the night sky, with feathers as dark as the void and as glossy as the finest silk.
But what really took the fucking cake was his hair. It was like a silver waterfall, cascading down his back and flowing in the wind like he was in a fucking shampoo commercial. He looked like a real life, living, breathing, angel that had just decided to fuck around with a pirate crew. And that's what the article was saying, that this angel-looking motherfucker was now a member of the Strawhat Pirates.
Hancock felt his heart drop to the floor, his stomach churn, and his face heat up. He couldn’t believe it. He had been dethroned, and by a man no less! A man who looked like he could give every fucking god in Olympus a run for their money in a beauty contest.
But as he stared at the picture, something else caught his eye. The person standing next to King was none other than Luffy, the pirate he had been so infatuated with, the pirate who had shown him true kindness in a world of cruelty. Luffy looked so at ease with the newcomer, a stark contrast to the way she had always treated him with indifference. A pang of jealousy shot through Hancock's chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
He had to admit, even though he didn’t like it, that King was indeed breathtaking. It was as if someone had taken every desirable trait a man could have and sculpted it into one being. The thought of Luffy being around that kind of beauty all the time made his heart ache. What if she falls for him? What if she forgets about me? The insecurity he had buried deep within him, the fear of being forgotten and replaced, bubbled to the surface.
Hancock knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t just sit here and do nothing while his love was out there, sailing the seas with this...this...god-like creature. He stood up from his chair, the newspaper crumpled in his fist, and strode over to the large mirror in his room. He took a good look at himself. He had always been considered handsome, but next to King, he felt like a mere mortal.