#knocker minecraft

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.

At first, you were nothing but habit.

He watched you from places that didn't matter. From behind trees. From shadows cast by blocks that hadn't fully rendered yet. You moved slowly, stopping for things that had no survival value. Flowers, Views, The way light bent over water at certain hours.

You died once. Not to him. To gravity. You laughed it off and went back for your items without anger.

That alone delayed your death.

Your house came later. He expected something temporary. A box. A shelter to abandon once it failed you.

Instead, you built something… personal. Badly aligned walls yet felt like organized, Windows placed for light instead of safety. A door that creaked because you never fixed it. At night, the inside glowed softly, like you didn’t believe darkness meant danger.

He watched the light more than he watched you.

Sometimes you cooked and hummed. Sometimes you talked to yourself. Sometimes you stopped mid-task, standing still just long enough that he thought just for a second you'd sensed him You never did! because you stand mid-task bc you forget what the task was:D-

Mockery became a way to pass the time. Quiet commentary you'd never hear. About how long it took you to notice damage. About how you always forgot to lock the door. About how you left items in chests without organizing them, like you expected to come back.

He knocked once.

Not to scare you. To confirm something.

You didn't answer. You were busy inside, moving around, unaware the sound even mattered.... i mean even if you did hear a knock you're not really good at social contact-_-

Except the pattern didn'tcomplete.

You kept going.

Days passed. Nights stacked. You repaired damage instead of relocating. You rebuilt after mistakes instead of learning from them. You laughed when things went wrong.

One night, you looked toward the trees where he stood.

"Awwweeee com'ere Pspspspspspsps > 3>"

You crouched. You tilted your head. You smiled like you'd spotted something small and harmless.

A cat.

....

girl wtf-...

you mistake his shadow for a cat???...

....

you just prove you're dumb

He felt mocked. Not intentionally worse. Accidentally. Like you didn't consider him enough of a threat to be afraid of.

Fire felt justified after that.

He waited until you were gone. takes out his flint ((is that the right word? flint?..idk but the lighter thing in minecraft ya know it? uhhh-)) and Let the flames crawl through wood and glass and familiarity. Fire corrected mistakes. Fire ended things cleanly.

He waited for the relief.

You came back and stared at the ruin for a long time.... Too long...Then you set your inventory down and started clearing debris.

You didn't cry. You didn't leave.

You rebuilt.... because well that was your dear house you did really put all your efforts on decor and you couldn't give up on this house yet

Slower than before. Careful in the wrong places. Still wrong. Still glowing at night.

That night, you went upstairs to shower to relax down your muscle from all the rebuilding of your poor house.

He was in a tree across from the window, perched out of habit more than intention. Steam fogged the glass. Light spilled through. You stepped inside without hesitation.

When he realized what you were about to do, irritation snapped into urgency. This wasn't supposed to be complicated. He dropped from the tree, landing wrong, already annoyed with himself.

He moved toward the front door planning the final of all this shit, thinking it's will be the most hilarious and fun moment to kill someone while shower

as the grin of smug and pride tug his lips The explosion of a sudden creeper tore the night open.

Heat. Sound. Force. Pain shot through his leg and dropped him hard. He stayed silent through it, breath tight, vision sparking. Predators weren't meant to be found like this.

You heard the creeper blast.

You rushed out half-dressed, heart racing, expecting damage. Smoke curled. from that stupid creeper but once you get out of the house and check around The house still stood.

Then you saw him.

A man. Injured. Trying not to fall... and kinda like he was trying to run away from embarrassment?

You didn't hesitate.

You caught him. You smelled like soap and smoke and something warm he didn't have language for. When you helped him inside across the threshold something old recoiled inside him.

He stayed.

On the couch, he played the role. Dry humor. Sideways sarcasm. You scolded him gently for moving while you wrapped his leg. Your hands were careful. Thoughtful. Wrong in a way that made his instincts itch.

Later, you went to the kitchen.

He followed. eye around till he saw a knife near you he picked up the knife without thinking. Leaned against the counter for balance his breath hit your neck as you felt his presente.

You turned and smiled

turning to his gaze you turn to lean back against the counter while looking up to him, misreading everything. You thought his silence was confidence. His tension was charm. You said something light. Something kind.

He hated that you thought he was nervous.

The knife stayed hidden. His grip tightened until it hurt. You kept talking, unaware that the moment had already passed.

For the first time he didn't know what he wanted.

Not killing.

Not leaving.

....

Just time.

Knocker;

As guessed by the lovely commenter, he IS mean about it! He likes to tease you on your neck fluff, and how your wings instinctually flutter to try to scare him off. Despite his behavior, he's actually very intrigued by your hands, and legs. They're coated with hard chitin, cold to the touch. He has definitely used your wings as a blanket, when you're asleep and don't know he's there. (Homeless mfer) You've probably also cozied up to him before purely for the body warmth, especially if it's a colder day.

Obsessive;

Now this is the one I was most excited about. He is absolutely infatuated with you, for every reason in the book. You're not quite prey, but not a predator either. You're a human moth... He doesn't know how to respond. He'll follow you from afar for a long time, but he will inspect you in the night. Hopefully, you quickly learn how to steady yourself when startled. Showing a slither of fear will lead to your death. He could easily bite you and drain you of your haemolymph (blood). If you stand your ground though, he will decide that you are equals. Out of all of them, he's probably the best if you're partially insectoid. They're a little more gentle with you because of the wings, but besides that, they have a genuine respect for you. You both don't speak often, but you understand eachother perfectly without words. In body language, trills, even blinking. Plus, as a moth, you can release pheromones that share what you're feeling, and spiders do the same. You're both practically perfect for eachother. Oh and you'd totally pick up and fly with him- He'd find it absolutely terrifying though. He doesn't like heights. He really likes when you try to show dominance in your own way. (Clicking, chirping, fluttering your wings to show off the colours.) But it's cuter when you attempt to do it his way- Trying to make yourself big and scary. (Sometimes, it actually works on him. Your wings would have to be a little larger than your full body in order to take flight, so lifting them would actually work to make you nearly bigger than him, and it startles him. Especially if your wings are furled most of the time.)

August;

Unlike obsessive, he actually sees you as lesser than him. It won't be completely obvious, but you can still tell from the way he carries himself around you. Completely relaxed, barely seeing you as a threat. He IS endeared with your anatomy though- He's seen tons of humans, obviously, but never something like you. He's so curious in fact, he doesn't stab you if you just stay still, and let him examine you. Usually this gives you enough time to take your meds, and for him to disappear. Either that, or he just decides to stab you and follow you down by the trail of blood. However, he doesn't like that your blood is green. One of the main reasons he kills, is because of the addictive colour. (That, and he's an anxious wreck.) He can't deny that he loves your soft fur though, he's all over you. Constantly touching your neck, wings, back, anywhere with the fluff. He also takes advantage of your antennae, which are so sensitive, they can pick up even the slightest change in the wind. He just blows on them or runs his hands along them, and it almost immediately has you overstimulated. Not fun. Even worse if you moan while he does it.

Morhf :3

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