Okay... so my plan for this is that I'll update this once every one or two days until I reach 50 one-shots. Hopefully I can make that happen, but life will probably interfere.
The first time Harry and Uma accidentally proposed to Gil was in the Chip Shoppe. Uma had delivered her orders and was walking out from behind the counter as her shift was over, and had slipped on some grease on the floor. Harry, ever the savior, had swooped in and caught her in a low dip.
Gil, deciding he was going to be a smartass, remarked, "When's the wedding?"
Harry helped Uma stand up before both pirates turned to Gil with a dead serious face. There was, however, a slight smile tilting at the edge of Uma's lips. Harry spoke up, smiling. "Soon as we can find some rings. Yer happy to join us on the wedding night, if ya know what I mean." He said with a suggestive wink. Gil turned red in the face and walked out as the entire pirate crew (and Morgan) let out catcalls.
Said son of Gaston leaned against the wall, flushed and taking deep breaths to calm himself. He'd never expected something like that to happen.
The second time was.. well… eventful. Before the battle with Mal and her pathetic gang, the three had been taunting Ben, as anyone would do if they caught their prey. Harry had wrapped his arms around Gil, making some droll joke about Ben's future compared to theirs.
"And I don't need your dumb Bore-adon, you know what I'm gonna be doing? Ruling the Isle with these two as my husbands." Uma had laughed, gesturing to Gil and Harry before slapping Ben dead across the face. The two went along with it, despite Harry being ninety perfect sure he had just choked on his own saliva. Gil.. was being Gil and just shrugged it off.
Ben had looked at them like they were half-human, half-zebras swimming around in a goldfish bowl wearing loincloths who had decided they wanted to juggle each other's heads like a circus act. Uma seemed to be doing a small dance in place, before grabbing Gil and Harry's hands and spinning them around. She skipped back to Ben, slapping him in the face again before dancing off to instruct her crew, leaving Gil leaning against the pillar that he had just hit his head on.
The third time had been when the crew had been drunk, and Harry and Uma dragged Gil into their quarters for a quote on quote 'wedding night celebration'. The details are probably left best to the poor unfortunate soul known as Morgan who walked in on.. the thing.
Probably scarred for life, the poor chap.
The fourth time, Gil had been teasing Uma, like the two usually did. Gil leaned over the counter, and it looked like to anyone else like the two were either kissing or flirting. Harry walked over, somewhat clueless as he leaned against Gil. "Heya fishbait—"
And accidentally slammed their lips together.
Uma turned red in the face, slapping Harry before walking off to take another order. Gil walked away, saying. "Eh, don't have a problem. Aren't we already married?"
Of course, Uma had forgotten that. She cursed herself out internally, before walking off to find Morgan and ask him how on earth she could arrange a wedding.
The fifth, final, and proper time that a proposal happened between the three was by the beach. It was early morning and many were asleep except for Uma, Gil and Harry, who were sitting by the waves and laughing together. The cool morning wind that smelled of salt and sea animals blew in their hair, Gil gripping the two's hands as they all relaxed together.
Morgan had gotten up at three in the morning to set things up for them, and making sure that Uma had some special rings. He asked a blacksmith to forge some bronze rings, making it so there were three letters interlaced in a three of them, an H, a U, and a G. Thankfully, the blacksmith didn't question anything if you paid him enough.
And now, as the people of The Isle began their day, the Sea Three shared their final, proper and loving proposal.
So, that's all for now.
Why am I always a wingman?
Because you are, now shut up and go back to Evil's stories.
Fine.
Preview of next one-shot:
"Gil, open the door." Uma growled, leaning her fist against the wood. Harry struggled to remain calm while anger pulsed through his veins.
The blond boy frantically completed his noose, knowing soon he'd be free of the psychos he once called his lovers.