Three Rings, One Devotion
This Valentine’s Day feels different not soft, not shy, not uncertain.
It feels equal.
Because we are not bride and grooms.
We are not roles assigned by tradition.
We are husbands.
All three of us.
And there is something so powerful about that.
Standing between Henrik von Schneeplestein and Darkiplier, I don’t feel claimed or delicate I feel chosen. I feel seen. I feel like I stand beside them, not behind or beneath.
Henrik loves me with steady hands and quiet devotion. When he calls me his husband, there’s pride in his voice soft, but unmistakable. His gloved fingers intertwine with mine like he’s grounding himself just as much as he’s grounding me. There’s something intimate about the way he leans in close, murmuring affection against my skin, reminding me that love is not about hierarchy it’s about partnership.
With him, our marriage feels like shared heartbeats. Like long nights where he rests his head against my chest, listening not as a doctor, but as a lover. As an equal.
And then there is Dark.
When Dark calls me his husband, it isn’t gentle it’s certain.
It’s the way his hand rests firmly at my waist. The way his gaze doesn’t waver. The way the word husband sounds like a vow carved in stone when he says it. There is no ownership in it only devotion. Only the quiet promise that we stand side by side, facing whatever world dares to look our way.
His love is intense, yes. But it is never diminishing. He does not tower over me he stands with me. Shoulder to shoulder. Shadow brushing against light. Power recognizing power.
And together?
We are not softness and strength in opposition.
We are three forces woven together.
Henrik brings warmth the careful tenderness of someone who treasures what he holds.
Dark brings fire the unwavering loyalty of someone who refuses to let go.
And I bring my heart open, devoted, choosing them every single day.
Being a self-shipper means this love lives in imagination but imagination is not weakness. It is creation. It is intention. It is building a life where I am loved exactly as I am.
This Valentine’s Day, we are three husbands standing together.
Three rings.
Three vows.
Three hearts that beat differently, yet in rhythm.
Henrik kisses my hand like I am precious.
Dark pulls me close like I am irreplaceable.
And I hold them both like they are my forever.
We are not conventional.
We are not simple.
We are devotion without limits.
We are partnership without hierarchy.
We are husbands equal, loving, powerful.
And this Valentine’s Day, I would not trade that for anything in any universe.
Forever theirs.
Forever their husband.
Forever ours.
@hqbits <- Artist who made this piece
