oh gosh THREE PEOPLE have asked me about this ship <3 (i’ll tag eirenical but the other person sent it as a message, not an ask, so maybe they didn’t want it published w/their name? So I won’t tag them just in case? are there social conventions for this kind of thing? i don’t know!)
BUT OH MY FRIENDS LET ME TALK TO YOU ABOUT THE TRIUMVIRATE. BECAUSE OH HELL YES DO I EVER SHIP IT.
I ship them absolutely platonically, as really close friends who know each others’ most treasured hopes and secret fears and earliest childhood memories, who are there for each other with cold meds and emergency ice cream and proofreading at three o’clock in the morning, and maybe some of them have significant others and maybe some of them are single and that’s irrelevant to the quiet, steady bond of friendship between them.
I ship them romantically, with two of them in a relationship that just seemed off, somehow, until they brought in their other best friend and then everything made sense, and they go out on three-way dates that nobody ever recognizes as dates because it’s three guys out together, and they have fantastic sex with a ridiculous amount of communication to make sure everyone is comfortable and happy with everything, and they wake up late on Saturday mornings and eat breakfast together in their pajamas.
And I ship them queerplatonically, as a Thing that is different from friends and different from lovers (and maybe some or all of them are ace and/or aro and/or not even sure what they are) and they’re don’t even know what to call this thing, or how to explain it, or anything but that they care about each other so much and they want to stay in each others’ lives this way permanently and that when they’re with each other (even just sitting in silence while they work on other things)—they’re home.
(basically this is The Ship to sink all other ships. I have never cared about any ship more deeply than this one.)