Hello Bun! I just discovered your blog, and I must say, I'm in love with the way you wrote Knocker.
I'd like to request a Knocker x fem reader, please. The reader mined far into the night without realising the time, and when she tried to make it back home, she stumbled into a horde of zombies and skeletons. She couldn't fight them all off, but Knocker comes by just in time. Reader will have a sprained ankle and some scrapes
For some more details - they are in an established relationship.
If you can't do this, that's okay! I hope you have a good day/night!
Forever Your Savior
Pairing: The Knocker x GN!Reader
Warnings/Tags: Established relationship, injury, pet names, my interpretation of the knocker.
Words: 677
A/N: Hii! Thank you so much for requesting! I do only write for gn reader (might change later on im not 100% sure) but i dont think any pronouns we're mentioned when i wrote it so its kinda vague/up to interpterion.I still hope you enjoy! ♡
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Your body burned, arms were becoming too heavy and sore to keep going, and your supplies were running low pretty quickly. So you made the long trek back to where you started. You desperately missed the feeling of the sun on your skin
You see it, the light from the outside world getting brighter and brighter. You are sprinting towards it, pushing your body even further. Your joy, however, is quickly replaced with panic once you realize the light was just a torch you placed before you entered the cave. It was night, the moon was high and bright in the sky.
“Dammit.” You muttered, drawing your sword. You didn't want to be ambushed by surprise. You never know what could pop out at this time. Keeping it ready by your side.
You wander around for a while. Despite it being dark, you swear you've passed by that tree twice already. You pause, mistake number one, but you needed to figure out where you were.
Stabbing your sword into the ground, you take out the map you stored in your pocket. It was too dark to properly read, and trying not to burn the map with your torch was a bit of a hassle.
“There’s—”
You’re cut off by a loud, garbled groan behind you. Grabbing your sword and shoving your map in your pocket, you turn around and take a fighting stance.
Quickly you take care of the zombie. It falls to the ground, leaving its rotten flesh in its wake. You could tell this was going to be a rough night. There was a rattling of bones followed by an arrow, and somewhere in the darkness was another groan, a bit louder this time.
While trying to take care of the skeleton, dodging its arrows, you left your body open. A zombie jumps on your back, trying to gnaw on your flesh. A skeleton's arrow misses you by a millimeter, leaving a scratch on your face. Trying to shake off the zombie, you kick at the skeleton then try to swing your sword again. Your footing betrays you. A sharp pain shoots up your ankle. Your body was already at its breaking point despite the adrenaline coursing through your body. You needed to get away and fast!
More zombies appear, dragging you down, trying to pull your limbs and armor to gain better access to your lively flesh. You were able to take care of the skeleton by throwing your sword, but now you’re defenseless.
Suddenly, the rotten hands that were on you disappeared within seconds. You find yourself looking around for your savior.
“K-Knocker?” You wince in pain, falling onto the floor. He picks you up gently, staring down at you as your face twists in pain. The hem of your pants was torn, and your ankle was red and swollen. His brows furrowed. He didn't know much about human anatomy, but he knew that wasn't normal...
“I’m here, don’t worry.” His voice was soft. He was mindful with each step, trying to avoid any bumps to not cause you any further discomfort, but still swift with his movements.
“It hurts.” Your voice was soft yet still riddled with pain beneath it.
Hearing your voice break angered him. The one time he’s not there to watch you is the time you almost died. You needed him, and this just proved it.
“I’ll take care of you.” He placed a cold kiss onto your warm skin. “I love you.”
You didn't respond, making him stop in his tracks. Glancing down again, he fears the worst until he feels you move. Wrapping your arms around his neck with what little strength you had left.
“I love you too, Knocker. Go before they... attack us again.” You had to push yourself to finish the sentence. He lets out a breathy laugh. You were still you even while barely conscious. And you were right where you were supposed to be, in his arms. He promised he’ll take good care of you. How could he let his beloved down?
You have to blow this popsicle stand. You find an elevator and press the button sixteen times - it’s stuck on the lowest floor and pings at you calmly to please wait a FUCKING second. You can’t wait a second. You’re actively dying.
To your left is a large emergency egress window. It’s the only option, now. You have to BLOW. THIS. POPSICLE. STAND.
You very calmly push past the guard standing by the window, who’s job is to stop people doing exactly what you’re doing. They weren’t expecting YOU to shove them (calmly, gently) and dart past like a sleek and beautiful minnow in a stream of plush red carpets.
Freedom is within reach. Glorious fresh air.
At the last moment you remember:
You are quite
High
Up…………..
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Oh?
Oh! The emergency nets! That’s why you jumped out of the window - you’re not an idiot, this was the plan.
You can get to the ground via the fire escape structures - although, you seem to have lost your helmet. You blacked out for a second. You can’t see it anywhere, but everything looks a bit weird and sharp and bright right now. You hope it didn’t fall all the way to the ground floor and kill someone - wow, your joints hurt. Did you sprain everything??
The break room window full of senate staff staring at you is off-putting.
Hm. Your heart hurts but you feel less like you’re going to die in the next two minutes. You’re just sore…and feeling weird.
You look around: the fire escape is within reach - if you jump. Or, you could get the senate staff to open the window and crawl in……or you could call for help from your guards. They’re probably going to turn up anyway if you just sit here.
That thought is……………humiliating. You still feel the need to get AWAY from this place. You need boots on the ground, somewhere out of sight of the glittering panopticon of the rotunda. You should NOT have snorted that powder.
Do you:
Sit tight and wait for rescue.
Convince the senate staff to open the window and crawl in
You snorted the powder. On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t have done that. Nothing happens for a few minutes, and you spend those minutes reading the ID card. It’s actually a lunch pass, for someone called Idyll Hinnge. Never heard of her.
Then you realise that if you don’t leave the bathroom stall, the walls are going to close in like a fist and crush you into wet paste. You know this because you just know it. Are you having a heart attack?? You think so.
Shit, you don’t want to die in a senate bathroom. That’s so embarrassing. You have to get OUTSIDE. RIGHT NOW. You want to die on the steps of the rotunda! That’s dramatic.
