YESS ANOTHER KNOCKER LOVER I stg I was crazy wondering where all the fics for him were at!! I love the way you write for him sm 💕
For a writing prompt/idea - could we get protective knocker? Like he helps reader and saves her maybe, and she "repays" him? Could be sfw or nsfw idrc 💕 ty for feeding all of us knocker lovers haha
The Knocker Being Protective
THANK YOU!! I’m so happy you like my writing, it means alot <333 and btw I wrote this as gender neutral since I only write GN! Reader, hope that’s alright with you :]
PAIRING: The Knocker x GN! Reader
CONTENTS: Oneshot
WARNINGS: Graphic violence, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes but nothing outright explicit
It was a dumb decision to go to the Nether today.
That’s what went through your head as a fireball whizzed past your face, crashing into the ground behind you and exploding in a burst of heat and flame. You just barely managed to dodge it, but the ghast circling above wasn’t the biggest threat to you right now.
That title would belong to the angry horde of piglins currently hot on your trail.
You’d promised yourself you were only coming here for some glowstone, nothing more. But that bastion in the distance had been too tempting to resist. You’d managed to sneak inside and snag a few valuables, but you weren’t careful enough, and now you were paying the price.
You ran as fast as you could, dashing through the forest of crimson fungus. You hoped you could lose the ghast under the pulsing red canopy. Another fireball exploded nearby, crashing into one of the “trees” nearby. The force of it sent a scalding rain of ash and fungi in your direction, and you grit your teeth in pain as some of the debris landed on your body. There was no time to react though, not as the sounds of the horde were getting closer and closer and you knew you didn’t have much time. The portal was nearby, you knew it was. Just over that steep hill, on the ledge overlooking the sea of lava. You could see the purple glow in the distance, you were so close… almost there…
And then an arrow embedded into your shoulder right before you could the top of the hill. Pain seared through the muscle and you cried out, the distraction causing you to slip and tumble right back down the hill.
Time seemed to slow in that moment. The horde was upon you, swords raised to strike and crossbows at the ready. You might have been in the nether, but the heat didn’t stop the icy cold dread from seeping deep into your bones.
You raised your own sword in a futile last attempt to protect yourself, aimed to block the attack of the piglin who’d reached you first.
But the blow never came.
Because instead, a familiar blur of black rushed in front of you. You watched, eyes wide as it grabbed the piglin’s arm and harshly twisting it the wrong angle. The sound of bone snapping filled your ears and the monster let out an agonized squeal, the sword it carried dropping out of its grasp.
It all happened in a second. Your protector- the Knocker- looked back at you quickly, panicked for your safety. His gaze landed on the arrow in your shoulder, and even though you only saw his eyes for a moment before he turned back to face the piglin, the deep rage in his expression was enough to disturb even you.
Shaking with fury, the Knocker took out his axe and swung it at the piglin’s head. Blood sprayed his face as the creature dropped dead, evaporating into a cloud of gray smoke. There was no time to recover though, as the two of you were already surrounded.
Muscles screaming in protest, you hauled yourself to your feet and joined the Knocker in the fight. Swords and axes clashed, arrows flew, and the further this went on the more distressed you became. For every piglin one of you killed, two more took its place, and when you spotted the ghast from earlier drifting closer with a purpose you knew this couldn’t go on much longer.
“We need to get out of here!” You cried as you brought down another piglin. “There’s too many of them, we won’t survive this!”
The Knocker was already thinking the same thing. He nodded and quickly took your hand, pulling you towards him and securing you against his side. A feeling of intense dizziness overtook you as your vision went black, and suddenly you were falling, falling deep into a black void, until your feet hit the familiar feeling of grass.
“Wha-??” You gasped out, looking around with wild eyes. Your heart was still pounding, lungs burning from inhaling so much smoke, body covered in bruises and scrapes, not to mention the arrow still embedded in your shoulder. But there were no more piglins. No more suffocating heat and endless seas of lava. You were back home, a soft breeze caressing your face as the sun shone high in the sky.
You were safe. And finally, your body gave in to its exhaustion.
You nearly collapsed to your knees, but the Knocker’s arms wrapped around you again and held you up. He slid an arm beneath your legs and lifted you against his chest, carrying you inside and setting you down gently on the edge of your bed.
“Never do that again.” He rumbled as he tended to your wounds, carefully pulling the arrow out of your shoulder as you hissed in pain. The Knocker grabbed a healing potion from one of your chests, placing it into your hands. You took a few sips of the sickly sweet liquid, body relaxing as the pain slowly went away and strength returned to your body.
“I just saw an opportunity. I didn’t think it would end this badly!” You tried to explain. But the Knocker shook his head, and for the first time, you saw him have a look of genuine distress.
“I don’t care about the loot. You could have died.” He whispered as he sat beside you, cupping your face in his hands. That gave you pause. You had never seen him like this before, never seen him so scared. A twinge of guilt wormed its way into your heart. The Knocker was right, after all. What you had done was reckless and unplanned. It almost ended in disaster.
“You’re right.” You agreed softly, turning your head slightly to press your lips against his palm. “I promise, I won’t do that again. Not alone.”
That seemed to ease his worries, and the Knocker sighed in relief. He mumbled out a soft thank you before leaning in to kiss your lips.
It started out soft, a silent apology. But that didn’t last long. You could sense the desperation in the Knocker’s every action, in the way his hands moved from your face to wrap around your neck, pulling you into his body. The press of your lips grew more intense, until you began to gently push him down. The Knocker followed your lead, laying back on the soft blankets as you straddle him.
“Y’know, I think I know a way to show you how sorry I am.” You offer, leaning down to press your lips to his neck and grinning a little at his soft gasp. “If you’d like, I can repay you.”
The Knocker mirrored the smile on your face and he nodded, hands moving to rest on your hips.
