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Bricks were not the only things thrown by melancholynx
Fandoms: Bannerfall SMP, Empires SMP
07 Jun 2026
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This is a self indulgent coffee shop fic because I enjoy them :)
Scott is a botanist reading in the park when someone’s football comes and absolutely decks him. A stranger who introduces himself as Nom apologizes and offers him a coffee to make up for it.Bookmarked by ChiliconCarne
10 Jun 2026
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Was any of this... really worth it?
Such questions had been plaguing Scott's mind as of late no matter what he did. From the kingdom's gates to his garden and to his bed, they followed his every step.
In other words: Scott runs away from the Blue Kingdom because I said so
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17 May 2026
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In search of a bloodless end to the war, impossible as it may be, the cure seems to offer an answer to all of the the humans' prayers. Holy water, a purified beacon, and a few choice words are all that it takes to cure vampirism from the infected parties—whether they want it or not. Rolling back the clock in a single moment.
Literally rolling back the clock, that is to say. The cure undoes more than just the vampirism, instead bringing the person to back to before they ever even met their Sire. Physically and mentally.
The fight might be bloodless, but it is no less a struggle to be faced with the people who did so much harm; now stripped of their crimes, their memories, and their entire lives. Can the humans of Oakhurst look into the clueless faces of Scott and Owen and find something innocent within? And can Scott and Owen live with the hundreds of years that they lost?
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Scott and the other vampires are de-aged by the cure, and lose various amounts of time from their memories and bodies. It causes as many issues as it fixes.
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22 Apr 2026
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"They were wrong."
Now, something darker has fallen upon the land of Bannerfall.
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“What do we do now?”
“I might…” Nom was quiet up until now, “I might have an idea.”
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Two Bannerfall members make a sacrifice to protect everyone they care about.
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The Creaking King and his Heart
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06 Apr 2026
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For a brief moment, the quiet patrol felt less ordinary—like the night itself was waiting for something to happen.
As Nom turned his gaze away from the quiet streets, a sudden sound tore through the stillness of the night.
A scream.
It was sharp and raw, echoing out from the direction of the mage’s hidden house and cutting through the calm like a blade. The wind seemed to falter for a moment, the rustling leaves falling quiet as the sound carried across the moonlit courtyard.
Nom stopped instantly.
The scream wasn’t one of anger or battle. It was the kind that came from deep panic—the kind dragged out of someone who had just been ripped from a terrible dream. The kind that left the air trembling long after it faded.
His eyes snapped back toward the house, now feeling far less peaceful than it had moments before. The shadows around it looked deeper, heavier, as if the night itself had drawn closer.
And Nom knew exactly whose voice it was.
Scott’s.
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16 Mar 2026