Chapter 80
Hancock cannot believe what he’s reading right now, he was sitting in his bedroom of his castle when he had gotten the daily mail from the news coo for the day and there was one of those pirate magazines.
Yeah, okay those are normal, like three of them get made every two weeks. But Luffy is on the front cover of this one. Which okay he can get behind, Luffy’s gorgeous, he could get behind it if it was any other magazine cover. but these types of magazine covers are never… you could say… innocent nor family friendly.
And this cover is no exception.
At all.
And Luffy’s not alone in the magazine cover. No, she’s got some company. A pirate named Killer, who is apparently the right-hand man of the Captain of the Kid Pirates, Killer. One the magazine cover Luffy and Killer are dressed in their usual attire. Luffy in Long sleeve red button up with none of the buttons button, with nothing but a red Bikini top underneath it, with ripped jeans short shorts with frayed edges and the strawhat Pirates Jolly Roger embroidered on the pockets, and her iconic straw hat with a red hatband, and sandals. And Killer in a blue t-shirt with his customized Jolly Roger on. a blue slash, jeans, black dress shoes, his outfit is very simple, but it shows off every single last muscle on his body.
And surprisingly in the magazine Killer’s not wearing his metal helmet? Mask? Thing? That usually hides his entire and head from view. And he’s pretty to say the least. His blonde shaggy hair frames his face perfectly, he has perfect, thick, long blonde eyelashes, bright crystal blue eyes, a blonde goatee, and plump purple painted lips that look like a perfect plum. But what takes the cake is the position Luffy and Killer are in.
On the magazine cover Killer is sitting in a chair, leaning back as Luffy straddles his lap. Killer’s hands under Luffy’s Long sleeve red button up with none of the buttons button, his hands filling up her back. And Luffy’s hand up under Killer’s shirt, her hands cupping and squeezing his meaty and muscular pecs. Both Luffy and Killer’s mouths are open wide, and their tongues are sticking out as they lick cake off each other‘s tongue, smirking at each other and their eyes locked as they do so.
The cover line reads, "Strawhat & Massacre Soldier: The Sweet & Savage Alliance!"
Hancock's eyes widened as he took in the erotic image of Luffy with Killer on the magazine cover. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and jealousy coursing through his veins.
"What is this nonsense?!" he exclaimed, his hand trembling as he held the magazine up to the light. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Luffy, the woman he was head over heels in love with, was on a magazine cover that was the epitome of vulgarity, with that monster of a man, Killer!
The room grew hot with his fury as he tried to figure out what the fuck was happening. But there was absolutely nothing, there was nothing besides the normal, just clothing, pictures, and all that stuff. The only thing about Luffy and Killer was the Cover photo and that was it.
But that was more than enough for Hancock, his mind was racing a mile a minute. Why would Luffy do something like this? Did she have feelings for that beast? He felt sick to his stomach, his love for Luffy was all-consuming, and the thought of her with another man, let alone someone as notorious as Killer, was unbearable.
Without thinking, Hancock stormed out of his room, the heavy doors of his castle swinging open with the force of his exit. Salome slithered after him, sensing his distress. He needed answers, and he needed them now. His steps echoed through the grand halls of the castle as he made his way to the communications room, where he could send a Den Den Mushi to the Strawhat's ship, the Thousand Sunny.
Upon reaching the room, he slammed the door behind him and grabbed a Den Den Mushi’s receiver. And with trembling hands dialed the number to Luffy's ship, the Thousand Sunny. He had to know the truth, no matter how much it would hurt. The line connected with a static ring, and he heard the familiar voice of one of Luffy's crew.
“The Thousand Sunny, Sanji speaking.”
Hancock's grip on the receiver tightened as he heard the voice of Sanji, Luffy's chef and one of her closest crewmates. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before speaking.
"Sanji, is Luffy there?" Hancock's voice was laced with a mix of anger and desperation.
Sanji hummed, sounding like he was barely listening to whatever Hancock was. “Yeah, she just got back from a shopping trip with Nami and Usopp, why? you need to talk to her?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled as it came through the receiver.
Hancock’s grip tightened even more. “Yes, I need to talk to Luffy right now. It’s important.”
“K, hold on.” Sanji's voice was casual through the receiver, but the tension in the room was palpable as the Den Den Mushi crackled with static.
After a moment, Luffy's voice filled the line. "Hancock? What's up?" There was a playfulness in her tone that only made Hancock's heart race faster.
"What's the meaning of this?" Hancock practically shouted, his eyes narrowing as he held up the magazine. "Why are you on the cover of this...this...smut with Killer?!"
“Whoa.” Was the only response he got for a second, accompanied by the sound of someone pulling a receiver away from their ear. “Christ, Hancock. Do you really have your panties in a twist all because of a photo? Anyways, why the hell do you care so much? It’s just a magazine.”
Luffy’s voice was so casual and carefree, it only served to fuel Hancock’s anger. “Just a magazine?” He sputtered, his voice rising. “It’s not just any magazine, it’s a smut magazine!”
“So?”
The word hung in the air, a simple challenge that seemed to cut deeper than any blade could. Hancock’s anger grew hotter as he heard the casualness in Luffy’s voice, the complete lack of concern or shame.
"So?" He echoed incredulously, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. "You're on the cover of a magazine that's basically porn and you're acting like it's nothing?!"
“Because it has nothing!” Luffy yelled, her voice even louder than Hancock’s, causing Hancock to flinch. “Why in the seven fucking seas do you care so goddamn much!? I would understand if my grandpa or my dad was pissed off because they’re my grandpa and my dad! But you? I don’t know why the fuck you’re so fucking pissy over a goddamn picture!”
Hancock’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment and anger at Luffy’s foul mouth and the fact she didn’t seem to get it. “You don’t understand! It’s not right! You’re...you’re mine!”
“OH, BULL FUCKING SHIT!” Luffy’s voice boomed through the line, her patience wearing as thin as the paper the magazine was printed on. “I’m not a fucking possession, Hancock! I’m a pirate, not your goddamn toy to keep locked up in a box!”
Hancock’s heart sank, realizing the gravity of his words. He had never seen Luffy this furious before. He knew he had crossed a line, but his jealousy had blinded him to the consequences.
"Luffy, I'm sorry," Hancock's voice was softer now, trying to placate the storm of anger he had unleashed. "I just... I didn't mean it like that. I just don't want to share you with anyone, especially not in a magazine like that."
“Well, good thing you’re not fucking sharing me! Because, A) again I’m a pirate, not your goddamn toy to keep locked up in a box! And B) we’re not even fucking dating, we’re not in a relationship, we were never in a fucking relationship and we were never close to being in a fucking relationship!” Luffy’s voice was a mix of anger and annoyance.
Hancock’s shoulders slumped, feeling like he had just been slapped in the face. He knew he was acting irrational, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of Luffy with someone else, even if it was just for a photo shoot, was unbearable.
“You know what? I’m going to hook up with Killer, and lick cake off of his abs just a fucking spite you!” Luffy snapped before the line went dead, indicating that she hung up on Hancock.
Hancock was left standing there, the receiver still to his ear, staring at the wall with a mix of shock and devastation. He had never seen this side of Luffy, and it left him reeling.
Salome slithered closer. She coiled around his legs and looked up at him with concerned eyes, as if asking if he was okay. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"It's okay, Salome," he whispered, stroking the snake's head. "I just... I just need to think."
The silence in his quarters felt suffocating. He had never felt so foolish in his entire life. How could he have allowed his feelings to get the better of him? Luffy had always been clear about her intentions and here he was, acting like a lovesick teenager. He knew better than to assume ownership over her.
He sat down at the desk, the weight of his emotions heavy on his shoulders. The cover of the magazine stared back at him, the image of Luffy and Killer taunting him. He picked it up, his eyes lingering on the way they looked together. It was just a picture, a harmless flirtation for a magazine spread, but it had cut deeper than any blade.
Hancock's thoughts were a jumbled mess. He had been so sure of Luffy's feelings for him, so certain that she was the one who could fill the void in his heart left by his traumatic past. The anger and hurt in her voice echoed through his mind. He realized that his possessiveness had pushed her away, and the fear of losing her gripped him like a vice.
With trembling hands, he placed the magazine cover down on the desk, his gaze lingering on the image of Luffy. The way she looked at Killer, with those playful eyes and a smirk that could melt even the coldest hearts, it was clear she had moved on. The pain of rejection was a bitter pill to swallow, but he knew he had to accept it.
"What should I do, Salome?" he murmured to his companion, feeling more lost than ever. The giant snake just stared at him, her eyes filled with understanding. Hancock sighed heavily, standing up and pacing the room. He needed to regain his composure, to be the leader his crew and sisters looked up to. He couldn't let his personal feelings affect his judgment.