A/N: Here's Ultra One Piece Fan's prompt!

'Hancock proposes marriage'

I've been trying to decode Luffy's cryptic messages from the time I arrived on this ship until now, and I think I finally understand.

He's too shy to accept a marriage proposal from me in front of others.

It pains me in the deepest caverns of my heart to have to face the fact that, despite all of his charisma and self confidence, Luffy is helpless and retreats within himself when near me. Behind that masquerade of brilliant sunshine, lies a man so desperately in love with me that to show the extent to which he longs for my embrace means that he must shun me in the daylight.

So I will go to him in the night, like a shadow on the wall; and my presence will ignite in him the spark of our mutual love. Yes, only in the dark will my words be met with his true feelings.

"I've come for you, Luffy," I murmur into his glorious dark hair, slipping into his bunk with him. He fills my arms and I press the back of his head to my chest.

There's no reply, but he's probably too shocked that I've caught on so well. He hasn't had adequate time to prepare for this moment; the moment when we consummate our love and can be together forever.

"There's no need to hide anymore," my whisper reverberates softly against his ear. I hear him inhale and turn over so his face is nestled in my breasts. Perhaps it's too soon for me to be blushing, but I can't help it. He's so close to me.

He grunts and wraps his arms around me in a warm hug, and what am I to do but return it? I feel his breath on my skin. I'm so warm I can hardly stand it.

I feel myself heat up even more as I remove my night clothes, wanting to feel all of him on me. His shirt is already off so I press him to me, reveling in the feeling of him. On me. The feeling of us.

"Luffy, marry me," I murmur, kissing his face. "Marry me, marry me, marry me…"

He still hasn't responded, but the shock, I'm sure, is immense. Is he speechless because of my bold actions? Have I gone too far? Is this unacceptable? But I want him to be the only one…Luffy is the only one that can be with me like this…

"I'll do anything, Luffy…"

I roll my fingers over his forbidden place and he shudders, tightening his hold on me. You're so shy, Luffy, just tell me what you need…

He groans and I can feel him rub up against me, all of this too unreal to process.

"Let's get married, Luffy, please! I can't wait any longer," I cry, admittedly more loudly than I intended.

"Hancock?" a sleepy voice asks in the dark.

"What's with all the noise," the sniper asks drowsily.

The lights flicker on and I wait for my eyes to adjust. Let them look. Let them all look. Luffy and I are finally able to express ourselves in the deepest way a man and woman are able to and-

"Hancock, whatcha doin' with Zoro?"

I blink. Luffy's looking down from the bunk above me.

"Hancock…swan?" the cook asks sleepily, looking up from the bed next to the one I'm in.

"Oi, what's goin' on," the sniper asks, my face paling as realization slowly sinks in…

"WHOA. Zoro-aniki! Way to be a man and just do what you want wherever you want!" the cyborg says, giving his seal of approval. "Real men don't give a damn if there's other people in the room!"

I look down. There's the swordsman, sleeping soundly underneath me with drool leaking out of his mouth.

"HANCOCK-DONO," the cook sobs, "ARE YOU REALLY DOING SUCH THINGS WITH THE IDIOT SWORDSMAN?"

"Hey, what're they doin'?" Luffy asks again. The reindeer splutters something about being an uncle if we have babies…

"I…I…this…"

My face contorts in horror as the guy underneath me starts to wake up, his eyes blinking open in confusion.

"I'm not marrying you," he mutters drowsily, turning to the side and dozing off again.

"WHOA. WAY TO BE ASSERTIVE, ANIKI. REAL MEN LAY IT OUT THE WAY IT IS."

"YOHOHOHO Zoro-san loves them and leaves them…"

By this time, the navigator and the reader have come down to see what the commotion is all about.

I burst into tears as Luffy hyuks over 'Zoro getting to marry Hancock' and 'What's marrying and stuff mean anyway', and I can't help but pound the scarred chest that has brought me to such woe with both fists. He doesn't even wake up.

This love, Luffy. It's so very, very, very bitter-sweet...