hi so today was a wild stream from nominal gravy. im going to get that man for the emotions he put me through today. anyway he deserves comfort, so i wrote this based on this prompt post i found the other day. and then made it flowersmiths. im kissing the bricks nom missed before he threw them at us.
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Nom was tired. Physically, emotionally, mentally. What was the difference anymore? His body ached from sleeping in the woods for four days, from the walk back to blue kingdom having eaten nothing but fish, and from all the time spent alone with his thoughts. At a certain point, after he’d trekked back down the mountain with dirt staining his hands and the weight of the weapon dragging behind him, he started feeling emotionally numb.
Following Scott as the mage showed him around the Blue Kingdom was just muscle memory. Nom took note of all the changes that had been made while he had been gone. His entire world had shattered to pieces around him, but the kingdom was still moving forward. Adrenaline was the only thing that was keeping him moving, he was pretty sure.
It wasn’t until they stopped on the bridge in front of the castle that Nom felt it all rapidly dissipate, as if all his energy slipped through his fingers in a matter of seconds. The sun was beginning to set, and he could vaguely hear Scott still talking beside him, filling the muffled silence around them.
Nom wasn’t aware he was moving again until he was sitting fully on the edge of the bridge, letting his feet dangle over the edge as he stared down at the river below. He didn’t know Scott had stopped talking until the stretching silence made his ears ring, a buzzing that went from being background noise to all encompassing.
“Hey..” Scott’s voice cut through the silence, clearer than it had been for the length of time Nom had been running on auto pilot. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” He found himself answering quickly. Maybe too quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Silence filled the air again, and it made Nom aware of how restlessness began to settle under his skin. The feeling of wanting to run made him want to jump down into the water below.
“Can I sit with you?” Scott asked, and the question made Nom blink in surprised confusion, the need to get out dissipating in seconds. He looked up to see the mage standing next to him, close enough to almost be touching. An expression he couldn’t quite place was on Scott’s face, though with the way his stomach sank at the sight he was sure it was something like worry.
“Why?”
“I just.. I was thinking maybe I could use a hug.” Scott spoke gently, in that soft tone that added to the mage’s genuine kindheartedness that chipped away at Nom’s walls he’d built around his heart the day that Katie left him.
He let silence fill the air again, considering. It made sense, Scott needing a hug, after everything the mage had been through in the last week. Nom didn’t mind being a source of comfort for him. He inhaled sharply, shifting over so that Scott had room on the bridge next to him. “Yeah, sure, I guess.” Nom patted the spot next to him.
“Thanks,” Scott moved to sit down, fitting into the space Nom made for him like he was always meant to be there. Vaguely, Nom was aware he should put an arm around the mage, he had asked for a hug after all. But even as he thought about doing so, his limbs wouldn’t cooperate, staying in place with his hands in his lap as he stared, unfocused, down at the river under their dangling feet.
In the silence between them, Scott gently put an arm around Nom’s shoulders, pulling him closer. And oh, the mage was warm against him, his body heat seeping through the coolness of Nom’s armor that covered him. Blue fabric poked into the corner of his vision, and when he turned his head slightly, he noticed Scott had draped his cloak around them both.
This time, when something interrupted the silence, it was followed by something wet slipping down Nom’s cheek. His vision blurred, and when he blinked that wet something rolled down his cheeks again. When he felt Scott’s other hand gingerly wrap around his chest, guiding his head to rest on the mage’s shoulder, Nom realized the sound that spilled into the air was a broken, choked sob that had broken free from his throat.
The weight of the last few days, from his fleeing from the top of the mountain into the woods, to throwing that cursed morningstar into the sea, to trekking back into the kingdom, finally caught up with Nom. And with a moment to rest, without someone pushing into his memories, without yelling and screaming and reminders of what he had lost, Nom let the dam of his emotions break.
Arms instinctively wrapped around the mage’s waist as Nom buried his face against Scott’s shoulder in order to muffle the quiet sobbing that began to wrack through his body. Scott, without saying anything, just let him for as long as the knight needed to.
Alright who's gonna write the enemies to lovers internalized homophobia angst fluff forbidden love secret relationship hurt/comfort hurt-no-comfort slow burn Banner fall CamScott fic (including side ship hellfire) and idk anything about shandra since I only know a few of the youtubers on the smp (Scott, cam, Owen, cherri, apo and Martyn) but I see the potential for queen x her loyal knight (idk the name of any of the girl knights on blue team but when more eps are released then I'll probably know)
do you like bannerfall kitty?? do you want to read a slash lh fic?? are you intrigued by the dynamic bf!kitty has with other characters, especially the knights from both kingdom?
fret not ! for i bring you my humble fic as a bf!kitty lover :-D
Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Bannerfall SMP
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: 4CVIT & Mae | Maezes, 4CVIT & Nominalgravy (Video Blogging RPF), Apokuna & CherriFire (Video Blogging RPF), Graecie & Mae | Maezes (Video Blogging RPF), Graecie/Shandrea (Video Blogging RPF)
Characters: 4CVIT (Video Blogging RPF), Mae | Maezes, Nominalgravy (Video Blogging RPF), Apokuna (Video Blogging RPF), CherriFire (Video Blogging RPF), Graecie (Video Blogging RPF), Shandrea (Video Blogging RPF), Scott Major | Smajor1995
Additional Tags: Slime 4CVIT (Video Blogging RPF), Dragon Nominalgravy (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, 4c gets sent to hell, this is when he comes back, Angst, Mental Breakdown, 4CVIT-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Rogue 4CVIT (Video Blogging RPF), 4CVIT Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), He does get a hug, Mae | Maezes needs a hug, she does not get one yet, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Trauma, 4c has lots of trauma, yet again im struggling with tags, ill add more later, we have a beta so we kill nominalgravy, WE KILL NOMINALGRAVY, (tysm beta youre the best), Title From a STOMACH BOOK Song, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mae | Maezes is a Good Friend, Fix-It, i guess, Started Before the Bannerfall Finale, Flower Symbolism
Summary:
4c come back from hell but i also wrote this to cope with whatever the hell the lore that is happening in bannerfall right now is
Summary:
“It doesn’t have to end,” ‘Strength’ said, his smile never falling. “At least, not for a little while longer.”
“And did you have something in mind then?” Scott asked, head tilting again in curiosity.
Strength walked closer to him, and Scott could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest as he reached for one of his hands. Gingerly, Strength bowed, lifting Scott’s hand towards him slightly. “Death, may I have this dance?”
or; at the end of the night during the Moonlit Masquerade, a dance is shared at the top of the Blue Kingdom castle.
pspspspsps come get your fluffy flowersmiths before the canon dooms us all :D
look you CANT give me a masquerade ball in Minecraft and then not have any ballroom dancing. smth smth fine ill do it myself /silly
also hey consider checking out my commissions. i can write like this for you!
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As the night’s events wound down, people either lingered in the makeshift ballroom or stumbled through the castle halls on their way out. Most of the masks had long been abandoned, the gimmick of the masquerade falling as the ball came to a close.
Music still drifted through the air, soft wind instruments with strings continuing to play long into the night. It was quiet enough in the main hall, but Scott could still hear it from the rooftop garden. It was just quiet enough to be pleasant background noise.
Scott looked over the edge of the castle wall, staring across the kingdom below. The night had gone well, he thought. It was fun, getting to just relax and have a good time for once. No tension, no worrying about the state of the kingdoms or the brink of war.
Standing at the top of the castle was nice, a soft, cool breeze blew around him that felt nice against his warm skin. The buzz of the alcohol he’d had was still strong enough to be noticeable. It wasn’t as nauseating as it had been earlier, not with the Cleansing Aura he’d casted. But it was enough to feel pleasantly warmer, looser and light.
It was nice.
At the sound of footsteps approaching, Scott turned around, leaning against the stone brick. A warm flush crossed his cheeks, smiling as he watched Nom approach.
The knight wasn’t wearing his mask anymore, the golden accessory hanging loosely between his fingers at his side. It was odd, seeing Nom without his armor, Scott was just so used to seeing it. But the black and gold outfit he wore suited him.
“Oh! Sorry I didn’t realize anyone else was up here.” Nom quickly put the mask back on, a bright smile crossing his face as he slowed to a stop just a few feet away from Scott.
“You don’t have to keep wearing that, you know,” Scott tilted his head a bit to the side, the movement sluggish feeling with the drinks still in his system. “The ball is over, pretty much.”
Nom just laughed, light and easy. The sound made Scott’s heart flutter a bit. “I know, I just… think it's cool to keep pretending. For a little while anyway. Don’t you agree, Death?”
The smile on Scott’s face widened, and he pushed off from the wall he was leaning against to stand upright before he slipped his own mask back onto his face. “You’re right, Strength,” He hummed in agreement. He could play along, just for a bit longer. “Tonight was a lot of fun.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” ‘Strength’ said, his smile never falling. “At least, not for a little while longer.”
“And did you have something in mind then?” Scott asked, head tilting again in curiosity.
Strength walked closer to him, and Scott could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest as he reached for one of his hands. Gingerly, Strength bowed, lifting Scott’s hand towards him slightly. “Death, may I have this dance?” He pressed a light kiss against the back of Scott’s hand, eyes from behind the mask never breaking contact.
Scott’s face flushed impossibly warmer, his breath catching in his throat. “I..” He looked away, biting his lip in embarrassment, “I don’t really know how to dance…”
“That’s okay,” Strength stood upright, never letting go of Scott’s hand, “I can show you how.”
Flustered, Scott just nodded. He couldn’t tell if the warmth that settled in his face and chest was just from the alcohol, or if it was from the way Strength pulled them closer together.
“Keep your hand here,” Strength murmured, taking Scott’s other hand to put it on his shoulder, “And I’ll have my other hand here,” Gently, his hand settled on Scott’s waist.
The touch was so light yet steady at the same time, keeping Scott so close to the other. Their still connected hands shifted as Strength readjusted his grip, pressing their palms together as he squeezed Scott’s hand gently.
“Just listen to the music, and follow my lead,” Strength continued, meeting Scott’s gaze and holding it. It was hard to tell with the mask and the dim lighting around them on the rooftop, but Scott was sure he could see Strength’s face also flushed red. It must be from the drinks he’d had during the ball, he figured.
They stood like that, unmoving and looking at each other until the music picked back up. Scott forgot it was there, and yet somehow the instruments that had faded into the background were loud enough to be noticeable.
Strength began to move.
Scott followed where Strength led, a steady rhythm picking up. One, two, three. One, two, three. The hand on his waist gently guided him, a small push in the right direction. When Strength stepped back, Scott stepped forward, and would reverse when he stepped forward.
Glancing down, Scott watched their feet as he memorized the movements. Step forward, step back, then side to side. Repeat. The gentle warm buzz that filled his mind from the drinks made his movement feel smooth, like he was gliding across the wooden floors.
“That’s it,” Strength smiled brightly, a warm laugh rumbling in his chest. Scott swore he could hear his own heart beating much faster than normal. “You’re a natural at this, Death.”
The laugh was infectious, Scott found himself laughing softly in response, the sound easy as it escaped him and settled between them in the night air. “Thank you, Strength,” He gave a small nod as he looked back up, “You’re a great teacher.”
“Thanks, I try,” Strength guided them into a turn, and Scott only stumbled a little bit as he followed. The grin on Strength’s face twisted into something a bit more teasing, pulling them back into that same steady rhythm as before to the music around them. One, two, three. One, two, three…
“There you go, you got it,” Strength murmured, and this time when he turned them again to face the fountain in the center of the gardens, Scott followed with ease.
With only a small nod as an indication that he was going to do something, Strength let go of Scott’s waist as he lifted their connected hands up. Scott let go of his shoulder, letting Strength guide him into a spin. He practically twirled, heart fluttering in his chest, his cloak swishing around him as he spun. Strength’s hold on his hand as he guided him never let go, practiced and steady.
When Scott was pulled back towards Strength, they slid back together into a shared space with ease. It felt like puzzle pieces clicking into place as Scott put his hand back on Strength’s shoulder, and the other’s hand gently rested against his waist once again. Getting back into the same rhythm as the music played around them.
The movement of the dance was steady, grounding, Scott never felt so comfortable doing something so new.
Scott huffed, light and warm as he shook his head slightly, still smiling. “You know, people usually say dancing with death is a bad thing. It’s not a good omen”
“I’m not afraid,” Strength said, without any hesitation. Their steady dance together slowed slightly, the gentle waltz just turning into a smooth side to side. It felt more like swaying, just moving for the sake of moving.
Looking away, Scott was glad he was wearing the mask again to hide how flushed his face had gotten. He couldn’t stop his smile from falling a bit, ears twitching downward. “It’s silly. I know it was just a gimmick for the ball to have titles based on tarot cards… But besides El being partnered with me, I feel like everyone avoided being alone with me for too long because of the whole… death thing.”
The swaying slowed to a stop, and Scott was expecting Strength, for Nom, to pull away. He could feel a buzzing under his skin that wasn’t from the alcohol, an unease settling in his chest that threatened to turn him invisible at a moment's notice.
Instead, Nom’s hand on his waist pulled him closer, and squeezed Scott’s hand with his other before he let go. Scott’s breath hitched a little as Nom gently cupped the side of his face, nudging him to look back up and meet his gaze. With only a little hesitation, Scott did, and saw a small smile on Nom’s face with a soft look in his eyes.
A thumb gently brushed against his cheek, just under where the mask rested on his face, and instinctively, Scott leaned into the touch. “May I?” Nom asked, murmured into the space between them. Scott just nodded against his palm as he rested his free hand against Nom’s other shoulder.
Gently, Nom pulled the mask off of Scott’s face, being careful with the thin material and feathers. Then, he watched as Nom pulled off his own mask, and set them both aside on the edge of the fountain beside them.
Nom’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer as Scott instinctively shifted to wrap his own arms around the knight’s shoulders. The steady rhythm of the slow dance they’d been doing picked up again, Scott still following Nom’s lead as they swayed side to side, gingerly turning in circles as they moved around the fountain.
Around them, little orbs of light blinked into existence, moving around in the air like they were dancing with them and twinkling like stars in the night sky above them.
Nom just smiled, warm and gentle. “See? It’s just us. No more masks,” he murmured, squeezing Scott’s waist slightly in reassurance. The flush on the knight’s face was more obvious now, no longer hidden underneath the mask, a light warmth across his cheeks that made Scott’s heart skip a beat.
Scott smiled back, light and comfortable as he continued the slow dance with Nom. “Just us,” he echoed, tilting his head forward to rest his forehead against Nom’s. The thrum of magic that had lingered under his skin from before practically dissipated, vanishing like it had never been there in the first place.
One of Nom’s hands lifted off of Scott’s waist as their dancing slowed again, finding the side of his face again. Scott didn’t hesitate to lean into the touch as the knight cupped his face again. “You’re wonderful, Scott,” Nom breathed, barely above a whisper in the limited space between them, “don’t forget that.”
“You are too, Nom.” Scott murmured, without hesitation. Before he could second guess himself, he leaned forwards to gently press their lips together.
Nom practically melted into the kiss, the hand at the side of Scott’s face falling back to wrap around his waist once again, keeping them close together. Scott felt pleasantly warm, his heart beating wildly against his chest.
Around them, the flowers in the garden grew just a little bit bigger, new ones sprouting and blooming around Scott’s feet, the orbs of light twisting around in the air. When they parted, neither leaned too far away. Nom rested his forehead against Scott’s, grinning brightly as he tightened his hold on him again.
And Scott couldn’t help but smile back, just as bright and warm as silently, their dance continued to the music that seemed to continue playing just for them.
