Have you thought about the marrige of the OT3? Cause nothing really says that in your universe marriage is limited to just 2 people.
I absolutely and quite casually imagine them as eventually deciding to get married; in a lot of the follow-on WIPs to Grounded! that are set notably later, I have them idly referenced to each other in narration as âhusbandâ or âwife,â as the case might be.
I think it would be easy to make having a polyamorous/non-monogamous relationship be a source of ongoing angst and tension in any of these AUs, or any AU involving YIR. (Although a serious, committed, and closed triad/mĂ©nage Ă trois isn't very complex by the standards of such things, it's still different enough that it could easily be viewed as highly unusual depending on context.) The thing is, I'm also not very engaged in exploring that aspect myself (though if someone else were to, I think that would be quite fascinating). I'm not particularly interested in framing a story around the sociopolitical ramifications of their love itself (although I am interested in the political ramifications of them coming together because of who they are as individuals), or seeing them struggle against societal expectations, although I freely acknowledge that could (and in many circumstances absolutely would) be an ongoing plot point. It is, I suppose, one layer too many and distracts from where I would like the focus of their story to be, at least when Iâm writing it.
Doing some token research suggests that, as things are in reality, somewhere between 1/5 and 1/3 of the population engages in some form of such behavior at some point in their lifetimes. So, certainly in the BattleTech AU (being very distinctly set in the future) it could just be assumed that group marriages aren't uncommon. (This is a recurring thing in science-fiction anyway; the most recent major example I know of being James Holden in The Expanse, who is the only child of a "marriage co-op" of 8 adultsâ5 men, 3 women. The wiki for the series goes into some detail about how the concept works in-universe.)
So, my sense is that in the BattleTech AU group marriages are just a thing, if varied in nature, and that doesnât mark out their relationship as unusual. What would is who they areâa ShihĆin, a Kuchiki, and a Shiba getting together is bound to be a major political headache for absolutely everyone.
In the other AUs, Iâm personally fine with just hand-waving it and saying that historical divergences led to more open attitudes regarding relationship configurations and the law followed suit accordingly. (And I guess in the QZGS AU itâs just different through authorial fiat.)
(An interesting point thatâs been brought up by others is, if such things are fairly common, it would be interesting for there to be some other assemblages of characters in the background in similar such relationships that could perhaps be used as a model or at least a point of comparison in them deciding how to structure their own relationship. I have yet to really figure out who, or in what configurations. I think Grimmjow, Nelliel, and Harribel being a sort of âdark mirrorâ of them could be interesting, but I donât think they would appear anytime soon [especially as I sort of imagine the Arrancar and Espada being associated with the Clans].)
So, yes, I think theyâd get married. An interesting question then becomes how quickly theyâd decide on that and how the proposals might happen. @duckiesteasmilesâ wrote this (which I have lightly edited) for the Modern AU, and allowed me to post it. I quite like its take on the idea of how it might go:
Some days were harder than othersâeveryone can understand that in some way. Waking up was a pain and leaving the arms that always seemed so welcoming and present was to be ripped away for the everyday grind.
Rukia found herself curled up in a bath that was readily awaiting her when she came home. Yoruichi had taken her bags while Ichigo had pressed a kiss to her forehead. She knew very well that she should be grateful for the life she had been given. Every life had suffering. Every person cried. Every person found some parts of their lives unfair. Why should she be exempt from this?
Surrounded by water one degree above lukewarm, she felt too vulnerableâtoo human. Her nails wanted to claw at her skin and her soul craved to find refuge. She allowed herself neither. With her face buried against her kneecaps, she heard the faint click of the door opening but did not move. She was too tired to fight off any comfort that would be given to her now; she wanted it more than anything, really. She just wanted to be home, all the time. But she could no longer utter the words, It's not fair.
She felt slender fingertips gingerly parting strands of her hair and scratching behind one of her ears. There was no need to lift her head, no need to register who it was.
Yoruichi sighed softly as her heart jumped into her throat and then sank into her stomach. This wasn't a pain that could be whisked awayâonly coaxed and cooed at until the demon Rukia was fighting wished to settle for another day. It was all she could do, but it would be enough.
After a few moments of gentle caresses, cheek strokes and shoulder kisses, Rukia carefully shifted her face from her knees to Yoruichi's lap on the tubâs edge. The warmth of her face muddled with a small stream of tears that would fall every now and again, puddling against Yoruichi's skin before dripping back into the bathtub to become one with Rukia again. Little fingertips reached up just slightly and curled into the fabric of Yoruichiâs shirt.
Yoruichi began to focus on this contact and rubbed a thumb against the back of Rukiaâs hand. It was only a breath later that Rukia's ears perked up to an unfamiliar sound. She wanted to turn toward it, to see what it was, but found Yoruichiâs other hand against her hair, silently telling her to remain where she was.
The soft humming was pleasant and caught Rukia off guard. It was surprisingly girly and melodic, not at all like the low purr that she had always imagined it would be. It was a tune somewhere between You Are My Sunshine and Somewhere Over the Rainbow. She dared not complainâbut god, it was beautiful; Yoruichi was beautiful.
Rukiaâs muscles relaxed and she slumped against the edge of the bathtub, wanting to lean into the warmth of the other woman as a new wave of tears shook her breath and blurred her sight.
Yoruichi complied and let Rukia nuzzle her face against her belly, not caring about the damp stain it would leave on her shirt. Between her hums and touches, she softly soothed Rukia, calmed her, adored her, and convinced her. âYou're such a strong girl, dear one. You're so very strong. And every day you're able to get out of bed and do what you need to is another step closer to coming back to it; to coming back home. I know it isn't easy. I know you're trying your best, and sweetheart: that's all he and I can ever ask of you. If it gets too much, you're allowed to take some time. If it gets too overwhelming, you're allowed to cling. You've done nothing wrong; your thoughts aren't wrong; your pain isn't misplaced. I miss you tooâso does Ichigo.â
Yoruichi's throat felt tight and she too curled up around Rukia, burying her face into her hair.
âIt's not easy for any of us. I want to be home too. I want to be with you and him all the time. But you aren't ever alone, Rukia. You have us; you'll always have us. We're your partners. Whatever you need us to be, we'll be, without question. I know it's not fair. But you're only human. You can only do so much, and I'm so proud of how much you've grown. You're such a wonderful little bunny, darling; such a beautiful empress. I couldn't wish for you to be anything more.â
Unbeknownst to them, another set of eyes watched over them, pained from a lurching heart. Ichigo gazed over his girls, both of them tired and clutching at one another like they were each other's life supports to keep afloat. He swore that he would do all his two hands were capable of to keep them safe; to keep them loved and cherished. It didn't matter how many extra hours he had to suffer with the world; didn't matter if he was away longerâif it was for his girls, he could do anything, anything at all.
With each step towards them, his resolve grew stronger and more powerful. And by the time his arms caught hold of the two most precious things in his life, it was absolute. It was time to make them understand just where they belonged. If not in this moment, when?
Once he had held them for long enough, he carefully found their left hands and looped a gold band around each of their ring fingers without a word. It wasn't needed.
I think it would probably always be Ichigo who brought the rings, though Iâd be willing to hear counterarguments. Regardless, I like the idea that their proposals tend to be soft and quiet and intimate things, rather than flashy or dramatic (as they get enough of that in other ways). They donât need to be grand gestures because by the time they happen, they all already know, and itâs just the final bit of physical proof of a truth long since established.