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It was a quite night. Impulse sat on the ring to the hole he dug in which the silo will eventually go. His head was tilted back, his eyes fixed on the stars above him in the clear sky. The air smelled fresh, new. The hype of the start of the new season had yet to quell down.
Impulse was tired from building his storage system; however, his mind was wide awake. The stars twinkled above him as if they were warning him that the quietness would come to an end quickly.
A second later he heard a rocket and before he could turn around, he got tackled by another person. With a silent scream they fell down into the hole. Thankfully, Impulse had his elytra on and was able to glide down onto one of the bridges he had scattered in the hole. The other person however, didn’t land so gracefully.
“Ow,” came a grunt from them. Impulse snorted at the sight of a disgruntled Skizz.
“Oh, shut up, jerk!”, Skizz shouted and waived his hands in Impulse’s direction who actually cracked up now. Skizz stood up too fast and helplessly flapped with his angel wings and swayed over the edge again. Impulse was fast enough to grab his arm and kept him from falling down further to the ground.
“You really need railings here, Dippledop,” Skizz complained, sill getting held by Impulse.
Impulse raised a brow. “Are you complaining right now?”, he asked.
Half a ‘yes’ was already out of Skizz’ mouth when Impulse loosened his grp on Skizz’ arm, making him sway back a bit. The angel quickly grabbed onto Impulse, panic swirling in his eyes. When Impulse laughed, Skizz started to curse him out which only fueled Impulse’s amusement.
Skizz started sulking and Impulse stopped laughing. With a big tug he pulled the angel up onto the bridge and adjusted his grip to grab onto the collar of Skizz’ vest. Skizz was slightly taller than Impulse, so the phantom pulled him down to be on the same level.
“Come on, you love me,” He whispered into Skizz’ face which immediately took on the color of a tomato. Impulse smiled smugly at that shift in energy and gave the man a small kiss on the nose before letting him go. Skizz would’ve fallen again if he hadn’t caught himself with his hands on his knees.
A few seconds later he spoke again: “What the hell, man! You can’t just do that!” This pulled another laugh out of Impulse.
Before Skizz could complain again, there was another voice calling. “Skizz, how could you leave us behind like that!” An angry Tango landed next to Skizz, followed by a disappointed looking Zedaph. While
Tango was poking and hitting Skizz for flying ahead without them, Zed walked over to Impulse.
“Hey,” he said, a smile spreading on his face.
“Hi,” Impulse answered, a copy of Zed’s smile on his own lips.
Zed then took Impulse’s face in his hands and gave him a kiss. Impulse melted beneath Zed’s touch.
“Ahem.” Tango stood there, hands on his hips. Impulse and Zed parted. Zed rolled his eyes while Tango just pushed past him, shoving him practically into Skizz’ arms and went to kissing Impulse himself.
Tango felt hot against Impulse’s lips. Which, considering Tango was part blaze, made perfect sense. It felt familiar and happy. Impulse wrapped his arms around Tango’s waist and the blaze tangled his fingers in Impulse’s hair, minding to not press uncomfortably against his phantom horns on his head. Tango deepened the kiss and Impulse happily let him.
Faintly, he could make out how Zed and Skizz were talking, could hear a mumbled complain about feeling left out from Skizz and a ‘he was literally flirting with you when we came here, let them be’ shot back from Zed.
A ping from four individual communicators broke off Impulse’s and Tango’s kiss. Tango whined a bit at the loss of contact but let go of Impulse anyway.
“Come here, Ruby,” Zed cooed and opened his arms for Tango. The blaze practically ran into Zed’s arms while Impulse pulled out his communicator.
GeminiTay oh no, the dads are making out
GeminiTay I didn’t wanna see that, I just wanted to steal some diorite
Impulse rolled his eyes. Then he looked towards his wall of chests on the side of the hole, finding bright green eyes staring back at him. Gem was shaking her head disappointedly and disgusted.
Another ping of a new message made him look back down.
Grian I saw that too, I feel you
Impulse turned his head into the other direction and found the avian floating above the trees, his wings flapping and keeping him the same height. Grian was also shaking his head. Impulse sighed and started replying. The noise made the other three look towards the phantom but they waited until Impulse had put his communicator back into his pocket.
ImpulseSV mind your own business. It’s not like we don’t see you making out with your partners all the damn time
Grian that’s not even true
GeminiTay yeah, what are you even talking about
GeminiTay I would never make out with Pearl in public
Grian same for me and Scar and Mumbo
ImpulseSV yeah, sure
Mumbo Scar and I feel betrayed
PearlecentMoon I second that
Mumbo I thought we meant something to you guys
Grian no, Mumbo, I didn’t mean it like that :(
Grian I love making out with you two
GoodTimeWithScar Yeah, of course
ImpulseSV oof, busted, better go running to them
GeminiTay I hate you
Impulse turned his communicator off, not wanting to have his precious time with his lovers interrupted by bickering any further.
“What was that about?”, Skizz asked from next to Zedaph, an arm around the goat’s waist.
“The children saw us making out and had to make a big deal out of it,” Impulse answered and lazily pointed behind him where Grian had landed and talked to Gem.
Skizz gasped: “Are you for real? Those maniacs make out with their partners all the time!”
“That’s what I said,” Impulse shrugged.
“You have a real weird relationship with Grian and Gem,” Tango mumbled from Zed’s neck where his head rested.
Impulse and Skizz shared a look and a smile spread on their faces. “I guess we do, don’t we Amber?”, Skizz asked and Impulse blushed at the Nickname.
“Father issues,” Tango mumbled and got a slight smack on the head from Zed at that.
“Where are they running off to?”, Skizz asked suddenly, looking up to where Grian and Gem made a quick exit.
“Chasing after their lovers. Pearl, Mumbo and Scar didn’t like them saying that they are and would never make out with them in public,” Impulse said with a big grin.
“Deserved,” Skizz said.
A big gush of wind blew through the hole and Impulse shivered. “Let’s go inside, I’m cold.”
“How can you be cold?”, Zed asked and Impulse almost crashed out.
“Amethyst, please. You have a literal blaze hybrid clinging on you and the warmest angel on the planet at your back, of course you’re not cold.”
“Whatever you say, Amber,” Zed answered. Skizz dropped his arm and started walking to where Impulse was leading them. Tango however, didn’t feel like walking and with a slight sigh Zed was forced to carry him after the two others. Tango’s tail swished back and forth happily.
Impulse held the door open for the other three, giving each a small kiss when they passed. He then locked the door for the night, deciding to keep them in his home for a sleepover. When he arrived in his living area, he saw how Zed had set a very tired looking Tango down on the couch. Impulse knew that Tango was exhausted, he had placed thousands of blocks, had cut down hundreds of trees and still hadn’t even gotten close to starting with the Redstone nor the design of the levels for Decked Out 3. Impulse did everything in his power to help Tango, but the blaze didn’t want help. He never did because everything had to be perfect so Impulse had to opt with sitting back and only being able to supply Tango with blocks and resources and help with farms.
Tango stirred and opened his eyes again, sitting up further, seemingly wanting to stand up and do something.
“Hey, Ruby, love,” Impulse started, walking towards the couch to push the man back into the cushions, “stay there and rest.”
“But-“,Tango tried to argue.
“Stay,” Impulse ordered and Tango’s eyes grew wide, his face reddened but he did as he was told. Impulse smiled and gave the blaze a kiss on the lips, forcing him back further into the soft couch.
“Zed, do you wanna go make some food?”, Impulse asked once he and Tango parted.
Zed, who had the big figure of Skizz hugging him from behind, his pristine white angel wings wrapped around the goat and his head buried in the other’s neck. “Yeah, sure.”
Skizz perked up at the mention of food. “”Can I help?”, he asked excitedly, already detached from Zed and bouncing in the direction of the kitchen.
“No,” Zed and Impulse answered in unison.
“Hey! That’s not nice!”, Skizz complained.
“Saphire,” Zed Said, “the last time you tried to cook we almost died from food poisoning.”
“And he almost burned down my kitchen, even though I’m the one with fire powers,” came a quiet sentence from Tango who was still on the couch, his eyes half closed.
“You Jerk!”, Skizz threw into the blaze’s direction and only earned a chuckle from the tired man in return.
“Please, Zed, I wanna help,” Skizz pleaded, putting on his puppy eyes and fluffing up his wings, trying to make himself look cuter.
Impulse saw how Zed almost broke, so he quickly stepped in front of the goat, blocking him from Skizz. Skizz knew as well as Impulse that puppy eyes wouldn’t work on the phantom. It did for a while, but the effect had weakened over the mass number of years the two men had known each other.
“Come on, Dippledop,” Skizz tried begging to the other man.
Impulse only smiled. “Saphire, darling, go sit down with Tango.”
Skizz pouted but after looking once again into Impulse’s face, he decided he didn’t want to complain again. Rather he quickly leaned down the few inches and kissed him deeply. The move had caught Impulse off guard and after he had registered what was happening, Skizz was already on his way to Tango, the blaze snuggling right into his side once he had sat down. With a quiet chuckle that only Impulse could hear did Zed pull the man into the kitchen with him.
“What do you wanna eat, Impy?”, Zed asked and turned to look into the fridge.
“I don’t know, something quick?”, Impulse answered, unsure.
“Well, how about waffles? You have a waffle-maker, right?”, Zed suggested, already pulling out eggs and milk out of the fridge.
“That sounds unhealthy,” Impulse said slowly. “And it’s not a breakfast food.”
“Impy, it’s literally just a midnight snack. And I would argue that both Skizz and Tango would love to have something sweet to eat.” Zed smiled, knowing that with bringing their other two partners in as an
argument, Impulse wouldn’t be able to argue back.
“You’re evil, Zed,” Impulse said, crossing his arms but shortly after he moved to the pantry and took out flour and sugar.
“You love me though,” Zed said over his shoulder, a grin underlining his words.
Impulse set down the ingredients next to where Zed was already measuring the milk and cracking eggs open into a bowl. “That I do,” he answered. With a quick motion he spun Zed around and pinned between himself and the counter.
“Hey, wh-“, Zed started but got cut off by Impulse’s lips on his. Zed’s lips were the softest of all theirs due to the fact that he was the only one of them four who regularly used chap stick and didn’t have a habit of biting his lips when nervous. Impulse heard Zed sigh contently into the kiss and could feel arms around his neck.
After a few more seconds of kissing, Zed pulled away. “I need to make these waffles, or I’m gonna starve.”
Impulse only whined in response and Zed laughed. Still, he let the goat turn back around and get back to measuring and mixing ingredients. Impulse had grabbed the waffle-iron and preheated it and then went immediately back to hugging Zed who giggled when he felt Impulse press his face into his back. Thankfully, Zed didn’t have to move too much and stood still for most of the time, so Impulse was able to wrap his tail around the goat’s leg.
About fifteen minutes later the waffles were finished and Impulse had to let go of Zed’s warm body with a disapproving groan. They grabbed plates, forks, and powdered sugar and brought it all over to where
Skizz and Tango still sat on the couch. Skizz had turned on the TV and put on a movie while Tango seemed to be asleep.
However, once Impulse and Zed opened the door of the kitchen and came out with fresh waffles, did Tango wake up and mumbled: “That smells so good.”
“Thank you, baby,” Zed said joyfully, placing down the plates and forks on Impulses rather small couch table.
Tango sat up straighter and stretched his arms over his head. Skizz, who had been used as a pillow also straitened from his half-lying position and pulled Tango closer to him so that there was enough space for Impulse and Zed to sit as well.
“Impy thought it wasn’t a good idea to make waffles,” Zed said from one end of the couch.
“Why would you need to throw me under the bus like that, Zed?”, Impulse mumbled, putting his face into his hands.
“What?!”, Skizz exclaimed from the other end of the couch.
“Waffles are the best idea!”, Tango seconded from Impulse’s right side.
“Yeah, yeah,” Impulse said defeated. “Just don’t get any powdered sugar on my couch.”
“If you insist,” Tango said his energy back to full.
They ate in silence , watching the rest of the movie. Impulse actually didn’t pay much mind to it and was more focused on his three boyfriends. Skizz was the messiest eater from the all (what a surprise) but he tried really hard to keep Impulses couch clean. He had one wing draped over the end of the couch and the other behind Tangos back. Tango was focused on the movie more than the food as it seemed. But he looked happy and his tail had intertwined with Impulse’s between the two. The warmth of Tango’s body crept all the way into Impulse’s soul, making him feel warm and cozy from within. Zed ate quietly on his right ,his ears wiggling ever so often. Impulse knew that they only did that when he felt comfortable and content.
Impulse stared at his food, the waffle slowly getting cold. He didn’t deserve them. He was sure of it. But still, they had chosen him. Had chosen to love him, to be together with him…
There was a weight on his heart and he had to suppress tears. He never thought that someone would love him, let alone three people at once. He never thought that he was capable of loving anyone.
“Hey, Impy, are you okay?”, Tango asked from his right.
Impulse snapped his head up to find the other three staring at him, the movie paused. They looked so pretty, Skizz’ bright blue eyes looking like ice, a complete contrast to his warm personality, Tango’s red eyes burning like flames, warming up every corner of his soul and heart, and Zed’s purple ones, looking like magic and creation and adventures.
“Impulse?”, Skizz asked, snapping the man back into reality. Right, he hadn’t said anything back to Tango.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Impulse answered, setting his plate down.
“Are you sure?” Zed asked, worry in his voice.
“You know you can tell us everything, right?”, Skizz asked and Impulse nodded.
Then he stood up. His and Tango’s tail stayed intertwined at the ends, three pairs of eyes following him as he straightened and stood in front of the sofa.
His heart was beating so fast and loud he was sure the other three could hear it as well. The small weight in his pocket grew heavier and heavier by the second.
Impulse started speaking, confessing. “I love you all so much. You have turned my life around, made me believe in love, believe in myself even. I never thought I could…someone could love me. And now I have you three and I have never been happier. My life, my heart is full with you three. I would be nothing without you.”
He grabbed the three little jewelry pieces he had custom made for his three lovers and got down on one knee. Zed gasped, Tango covered his mouth, Skizz had gone rigid, leaning forward on the couch. All of them had tears in their eyes.
“I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you. Forever.” He held up the three rings, one with a ruby, one with a sapphire, one with an amethyst.
“Do you want to marry me?” His words came out cracked, his voice subduing to the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes.
“Oh my god,” Zed whispered. Skizz stayed silent, seemingly chocking on words that didn’t leave his mouth. Tango was almost sobbing. Impulse felt like his life was over. None of them reacted like he thought they would and he was kneeling stupidly on the ground before them. They probably didn’t even want to marry him, what a stupid thought, why did he have to ask-
“Yes! I want to marry you,” came a sob from Tango, who almost fell to the ground to get to Impulse.
“I want to marry you too,” came the answers from Zed and Skizz in unison.
Impulse breathed out, he didn’t even realize he had held his breath. His exhale sounded more like a cry then normal air. Once again that night, he got tackled to the ground but this time he fell over, embraced by the three people he loved and who were willing to spend the rest of their lives together with him. Impulse had never felt so happy in his entire life.
After a while of crying and laying on the floor, they sat up again and Impulse put a ring on each of his lovers, his fiancés, hands.
“They look so pretty,” Zed said admiringly and stared at his ring.
“I had them custom made,” Impulse admitted, grateful that they liked the rings.
“Where exactly? Because we have to get you one as well!”, Skizz said with determination.
“No, you really don’t-“, Impulse tried to reason but Tango hushed him.
“Of course we do, how else would everyone know you’re engaged to us?”, Tango asked.
“Okay,” Impulse said with a wet laugh.
“I love you guys,” he said, the biggest smile ever sitting proudly on his face.
“We love you too, Amber,” Skizz answered with a fond grin.
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Bonus:
“You did what?”, Gem asked full with excitement, shaking Impulse’s shoulders.
“Congratulations! Oh my god,” Pearl said.
“Show me the rings!”; Scar demanded and pulled both Tango and Zed towards him. “They’re so pretty!”
“Thank you,” Impulse laughed.
Scar then let go of Zed and Tango and pulled Skizz and Impulse to him to also look at their rings. They had gone and got one more ring for Impulse with an amber to match the three he had bought for his
three partners.
“Hey, Grian, Mumbo, why haven’t you asked me to marry you yet? I also want such a pretty ring,” Scar whined and let go of Skizz and Impulse. Mumbo blushed hard at the suggestion of marriage and even
Grian had a faint pink spread on his cheeks. Neither answered.
“Well?”, Scar pressed. “Or do you not love me enough to want to marry me?”, he asked in fake hurt, putting a hand over his heart and closing his eyes dramatically.
“Scar, that’s not-“, Mumbo tried but got cut off by more complaining and whining from Scar.
Impulse felt Tango wrap their tails together again He suppressed a shiver at the sudden heat that always came when it came to being near Tango.
“Wait,” Grian said slowly. “Gem?”, he called out.
“What?”, Gem asked, from where she stood with Skizz and looked greedily on his hand.
“If they marry our dads, does that mean we get two more dads?”
Gem stayed silent for a moment. Then she examined Tango and Zed. Impulse could feel the blaze and the goat getting stiffer from her inspection. Then her gaze softened and she said: “Well, of course.”
Tango let out a breathy laugh and Zed leaned on Impulse.
“But I never ever want to see you guys making out again!”, she added.
“Ha. Too bad for you,” Impulse said, pulling Tango in by the waist and kissing him. Tango made a confused noise but not soon after melted into the kiss.
“You’re gonna have to deal with it,” came from a laughing Skizz who copied Impulse and started making out with Zed.
“Ew,” came synchronically from Grian and Gem. The next thing Impulse was able to hear was a smacking sound and a chorus of three saying: “Shut it.” He grinned into the kiss.