Meta Knight x Reader One-Shots

Meta Knight x Fairy!Reader

The Halberd was gigantic for all the residents of popstar. For you it may as well have been an endless labyrinth.
Being a small forest fairy most of the time, it had taken you a very long time to get acclimated to the size of the ship. Though you could grow to the size of a Waddle Dee, you found staying small was much easier for sneaking around. Your trusty bag carried your supplies. You had made a sort of sheath for your Alan wrench, which you had used both for its intended purpose and as a makeshift weapon against any small hostile creatures. The embroidery needle and crochet hook you had also doubled as weapons, both being about the size of a short sword in your relatively tiny hands. Though their primary functions were their intended purposes, making your own clothing at this size both was cheaper, and allowed you to infuse your magic into it, enabling it to grow with you when you shifted sizes.
The wrench allowed you to make use of the ship's ventilation system for much faster transport. The airflow allowed your little bug-like wings to make a hasty getaway from any dangers you encountered.
The kitchen was one such vent you had found yourself getting a lot of use out of. You had to eat. And thanks to your size, the food you took was never missed.
On the rare occasion you had to take more than normal of any suppliers from the ship, you left a flower as compensation. Being a forest fairy, most of your magic involving horticulture, and creating the small parcels didn't take very much of your energy. Their monetary value was minuscule, but you had caught various crew members holding onto the flowers, tucking them into their armor or the slits of their helmets.
You found the ship's crew very fascinating. You often eavesdropped on their conversations from out of sight. You would have loved to get to know them all, but feelings on fairies were often mixed. Some saw a blessing, others saw a source of powerful magic to be feared, a conniving fae up to no good.
You didn't want to take that chance if you didn't have to, you liked it here.
Of the places to eavesdrop, the dining hall and the ship's bridge were your favorites. Here the crew would let loose, or be at full attention. It was fascinating to see the duality in their behaviors between the two places. However, there was one member of the crew you don't think you've ever seen let loose.
Meta Knight, the commander of the ship, always stood alert. Ready for battle at a moment's notice. It was his ability to act so quickly that had almost gotten you caught a few times.
He piqued your interest the most out of the crew. He was the only one you hadn't seen wearing any of the little flowers you left behind. Even captain Vul, the bird man who was second in command, had them amongst his feathers on occasion.
So, out of curiosity, you decided to investigate.
Finding Meta Knight's quarters was fairly easy. Especially since his insignia was very clearly on his door. And the many signature masks he had on his wall. You guessed they were for emergencies, since you had never seen him without his mask.
You popped out of the vent in the room and quietly flew to his desk. To your surprise, you did find some of the flowers you had left. And upon closer inspection, you noticed a small gap in the pages of one of the hardcover books that lay there, where several flowers had been tucked away.
It did make you smile to know he did actually appreciate them as well. He even had some pressed into his books, perhaps wanting to preserve them. Quickly, you decided to leave another one amongst the parcels present.
A cluster of forget-me-nots, and a larger group than normal. It drained your energy more than a single small flower would, but you felt alright with that.
You placed the bunch next to the recently gathered flowers, smiling at your work. Then you heard footsteps outside.
Quickly you dashed back to the vent, glad you hadn't shifted out of your small size, just as you heard the click of the door unlocking. You didn't have time to place the vent fully back on, as the grinding of the screw would create an obvious noise.
So instead you held it there with your hands, but not securely. Your fingers would peek through the grate if you did.
***
Meta Knight entered into his room, taking a deep breath and sighing. His eyes were closed as he stepped in. He looked tired, and he certainly felt it, too.
His eyes opened as he approached his desk, and he stopped. Yellow eyes blinked a few times as he stared at the new flower bundle. Forget-me-nots.
He'd have to look up their meaning later. He had begun researching flower meanings to see if the ones he and the crew had found around the ship were conveying a message. So far there hadn't been any pattern, but he theorized it might have been because the recipients were random.
This new cluster had clearly been intentional. For him.
Delicately, he picked them up, turning them in his hands to admire them.
Further up on the wall perpendicular to his desk, the grate covering the vent slipped, making a small creaking sound.
Meta Knight's gaze whipped towards the grate, and for a moment he though he saw a face peering at him, though it had moved as soon as he turned towards it. The openings of the grate were too small to see much else through.
A few silent seconds, and he turned back towards the flowers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of eyes slowly return to look through the vent cover.
"These are very lovely," he spoke aloud. If he assumed correctly, their gifter was still within earshot.
"I will have to thank whoever left these."
And with that he sat down at his desk and began writing.
As the pen scribbled on the parchment, he heard the quiet grinding of metal from the vent, a screw very carefully being returned to its rightful place. The eyes kept glancing towards him, and then back down to where whatever it was was working on replacing the screw.
Meta Knight feigned being too engrossed in his work to take notice. Eventually, when he stood and began to remove his mask, the eyes quickly left before he had even started to pull it away from his face. When he was certain the being in the vent was gone, he fully removed it, looking at the place he had seen the eyes. Whatever it was, they at least seemed to have some respect for his privacy.
Meta Knight smiled. If he was careful, maybe he would be able to get a closer look at whatever, no, whoever it was.
***
The next day, while you were in the kitchen gathering supplies for the upcoming week, you heard armored boots clanking down the hallway. Ducking out of sight behind some of the canned goods in the pantry, you peeked out to see Meta Knight entering.
He paused in the middle of the kitchen, looking around, before deciding with a hum to enter the pantry.
You rounded the can you hid behind to obscure yourself further from his line of sight. Holding your breath, you peeked out to see his eyes were at your level. You found yourself staring. You had never been this close to any of the crew, let alone the head honcho.
You could see a few scars along both his arms, other marks of past injuries continuing from under his mask. His large bat wings had their fair share of scrapes, but were very beautiful. You found yourself studying the structure of them and trying to contrast them to your own wings. His eyes, you noticed, glowed in the dark of the pantry. They were a lovely golden yellow, and it made you think of sunflowers.
***
As he searched for something sweet to snack on, Meta Knight had an emerging feeling of being watched. None of the Meta Knights were quiet enough to sneak up on him, so he doubted it was one of them.
His mind flashed with the eyes he had seen in the vent.
If he looked carefully enough, maybe he could catch a glimpse without startling them too badly.
***
His glance towards you had you skittering back behind your hiding place. Back pressed up against the can, you prayed you had hidden in time.
A moment later, you heard the sound of a bag rustling, followed by footsteps retreating. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
***
Later in the day, you were at your usual vent in the bridge, listening in, when you heard a conversation between Meta Knight and Captain Vul.
"You know the little flowers that show up around the ship?" Meta Knight started.
"Aye, around the supplies right?" Vul asked.
"Yes, those are the ones," Meta Knight confirmed. "Last night a whole bundle of them showed up at my desk."
"Oh wow, any idea who left them?"
"I have a possible idea. I have to confirm some things first. Of note, my door was locked while I was out."
"Oh," Vul said, surprised. "Any idea how they got in?"
Meta Knight leaned in and whispered something. You leaned towards them against the grate, but couldn't make out what was said.
"I suppose that could be a possibility. Maybe you've got a secret admirer!" Vul joked.
Meta Knight laughed. This was the first time you had heard him laugh.
That, and the suggestion of Meta Knight having a secret admirer made you realize something. Your face was covered with a deep blush as the thought entered your mind.
You were down BAD.
You really liked him.
You doubted you'd ever be able to act on it, since you were technically a stowaway on the Halberd. But that didn't change the fact that you had romantic feelings for the ship's commander.
What could you even do about it?
For the time being, you decided to try and just continue on as normal.
So, that's what you did. You kept going, leaving flowers in exchange for supplies, occasionally dropping a small bundle of flowers in Meta Knight's room, and even leaving some medicinal herbs in the medical quarters. A very small note labeling each plant and their use was left along with them.
Rumors started to spread among the crew. The mysterious florist, the benevolent invisible gardener, names along those lines.
You had heard Vul a few times mentioning that this unknown plant giver had taken a liking to Sir Meta Knight in particular to the rest of the crew. Everyone who was present turned towards Meta Knight, who was sipping a cup of tea in silence. When asked if it was true, Meta Knight gave a simple answer.
"It does appear to be the case."
The crew erupted with shouts, losing it and wondering aloud what kind of favors he had earned as a result.
Your face had been so red you didn't want to linger for the rest of the conversation.
Your feelings for the Knight did not fade over time. In fact, they only seemed to get worse.
One occasion that left you a blushing mess, was when you found a note addressing "the flower gifter." Opening the folded paper, read a short but sweet message.
'Thank you for the flowers. I always look forward to them. If there is anything I can do for you, let me know. -MK'
You left a brief answer with the small pen you had used for labeling the medicinal herbs in the infirmary.
'Some water left out would be appreciated.'
That time, you left a red rose.
The next time you stopped by, you could see a glass of water with ice left for you. Excited, you rushed to open the grate and popped out of the vent as quickly as you could. A quick flight to the desk, a shift into your larger size, and you were picking up the glass of ice cold hydration and drinking happily. It was always risky to grab water during the hours the crew was awake, as you had no choice but become your normal size in order to turn most of the faucets in the sinks. And you NEVER got to have it ice cold!
Unknown to you, you were not alone in the room.
Meta Knight was very good at being stealthy. Standing in silence, he observed you. Your back was turned towards him, him having hidden up above the vent you came out of, out of sight. He had finally seen the one leaving him flowers fully.
You were about half the size of the vent opening when you had flown out. What had caught him the most off guard was the fact you, in the blink of an eye, became the same size as him. It was unexpected, to say the least.
Even so, finally getting to really see you had his thoughts racing. The two thoughts at the forefront were as follows.
One, you were VERY cute. Your bug-like wings fit with the gifts you had been leaving, reminding him of pollinators.
Two, how was he going to not scare you away?
He decided clearing his throat would be a decent option.
Unfortunately, you were very jumpy, and his small sound made you spring up, and just as quickly as you had grown, you were back to your smaller size. The glass of water and ice dropped onto the carpet, leaving a darkened spot. You used your returned small size to try your best to hide wherever might be possible.
"W-wait," he stuttered out.
You hid behind the vase on his desk, a recent addition for placing some of the bigger flowers you had left in. You still poked out a bit, but it seemed like the safest option.
A quick peek, and you noticed Meta Knight was standing in front of the vent, so hiding remained your best option currently.
"I-I'm not gonna hurt you," he stumbled out.
A moment of silence, and upon noticing he wasn't coming closer for fear of spooking you further, you poked your head back out.
You just stared at him, a deer in the headlights. You wanted to take his word for it. But this was technically your first real meeting.
"You're the one who has been leaving the flowers, correct?"
A brief pause, before you nod.
"You're... a fairy, right? You've been using magic to make the flowers, have you not?"
Another pause, followed by another nod.
"Your work is very beautiful."
You feel your face turn a deep red, and suddenly you're hiding behind the vase again. You hear a small chuckle escape Meta Knight, though it was quickly cut off as he cleared his throat.
"Can you speak?" He asks.
You nod.
"Are you... too nervous to speak?"
Another nod.
"Ah, I see. My apologies, I did not mean to scare you like that."
You step out hesitantly from behind the vase, coming more into view.
"Would you, uh, like to join me while I'm here?"
You hadn't ever heard Meta Knight sound nervous in all your eavesdropping before. But he sounded nervous now, and you found it endearing.
You chuckled as you nodded, and you saw his body visibly relax.
He took a step forward, and seeing how you didn't cower away, he proceeded to take a seat at his desk.
"I am Meta Knight, by the way. In case you did not know."
"I know," you answer, and Meta Knight smiles at hearing you speak for the first time. "I'm (Y/n)."
"(Y/n)," he hums. "That is a lovely name."
Your voice briefly leaves you, blush appearing once again.
"So, you can change size in addition to making flowers?"
You nod.
"Can you change back to your big size?"
You fidget with your hands.
"In theory, yes."
"In theory?" He asks.
"I can go small on command. But, uh, when I'm startled or scared or nervous, it kinda happens whether I want it to or not."
"Oh," he looks a bit guilty. "Sorry."
"No no, it's okay. I'm used to it. It, usually takes a while before I can go back to being a normal size. Usually not until I've calmed back down all the way."
"And I'm guessing you're not fully calm yet?" He asks.
You shake your head. At the moment it was a couple of reasons. One, you had been startled, and adrenaline was still pumping in your blood even with the knowledge that you were safe. Two, being near Meta Knight was making your nerves worse, just from how you felt about him.
"Ah, well, I hope you're able to calm down enough quickly. I feel partially to blame for it," he gives you another apologetic look.
You smile at him, already feeling more at ease.
Your conversation continues on, telling each other about yourselves and talking and laughing. When lunch rolls around, your stomach starts to rumble.
"Sorry, I didn't realize how late it was getting," you apologize.
"No need to apologize. I was wrapped up in the conversation as well," he smiles.
"I guess I'd better get going," you start to get up.
"You do not have to leave, if you do not wish to."
You pause, and look towards him. He is staring down at you, completely serious.
"I know you are here now, so you needn't feel you have to stay hidden anymore. Not on my account."
"I," you stumble through your words, "I wouldn't want to scare the rest of the crew with my presence."
"Why would they be scared of you? Surely you've seen how they appreciate the flowers you've left behind. Besides, as the commander of the ship I can ensure your safety."
You consider for a moment. In your thinking, Meta Knight adds one more thing.
"Though if you truly do not wish to be known by the rest of the crew, I will not force you to stay."
You look up and meet his eyes. They are looking at you gently, genuine. A few seconds more, and you make your decision.
"Okay," you answer. "I'll stay with you, if that's alright."
"It is more than alright," Meta Knight tells you.
"I, uh," you look down at your hands. "The idea is making me nervous though, I won't be able to change to a normal size right now."
He silently holds his hand out to you, level with the desk. It is large enough for you to sit comfortably on. So, after a second of hesitation, you step up and allow him to carry you gently in his hand.
The rest of the crew are very curious about you when Meta Knight enters the mess hall. You curl up a bit in his hand at the stares.
"I promise I will not let anything happen to you, (Y/n)," he assures you, and you do relax a bit at that. Even so, he shields you from view with one of his wings for the moment.
He first goes to Vul. When the bird sees you, you smile nervously and wave at him. His eyes widen in recognition.
"So this is the secret admirer!"
Your face goes beet-red in a second. If it were possible, you'd be shrinking even smaller than you currently were.
"This is the one leaving flowers, yes. Their name is (Y/n)," Meta Knight answers, but when you look up at him you see the parts of his face not covered by his mask are a deeper blue than usual.
"That makes a lot of sense how they were able to travel through the ventilation, then," Vul says.
"Oh, I'm actually not always this small, but this is usually how I travel through the vents, yes." You pause, brain processing for a moment. " Wait, you knew about the vents?" You ask.
"Oh, Meta Knight caught a small glimpse of you the first time you left flowers for him," Vul explained.
Your blush got even deeper, and Meta Knight stayed silent.
"Anyways, I'm glad we've found our mysterious gardener!"
The rest of the introductions went similarly, though no one else was quite as blunt about how only Meta Knight had been left bundles of flowers before. There were a few questions about why you supposedly favored Meta Knight, which were met with you getting very flustered and Meta Knight instructing his crew to give you some space.
At one point you were so overwhelmed you ended up flying up and clinging onto Meta Knight by his pauldrons. He didn't seem to mind though.
At the end of the night, Meta Knight took you back to his room. He made up a makeshift bed for you next to his desk, using a normal pillow as a mattress and some handkerchiefs as blankets.
"Again, if you do not wish to stay here, you are free to go around the Halberd as you please. Or I can have a regular sized room prepared for you," he looks at you, the suggestion more for your comfort than his. He didn't want to make you feel like you had to stay with him if you didn't wish to.
"I told you, Meta Knight, I'm fine being here," you reassured him. "More than fine, actually, your room is MUCH better than sleeping in the vents. And uh," you glance away, "here is probably the safest place to be."
Meta Knight chuckled at this, and a smile crept onto your face as you looked back to him.
"I can, uh, turn away if you need to remove your mask and stuff," you noted.
"Have you not seen me without it before?"
"I, well," you turned away from him, "it always felt like a private thing, since I'd never seen you without it around your crew before. It felt like I would be intruding if I stayed to sneak a peek," you answered honestly.
Meta Knight stayed silent for a moment, remembering how your eyes had disappeared from the vents when he went to remove his mask that first time.
"Thank you for respecting that privacy," he spoke softly.
When you turned to look at him to reply, he was much closer than you had expected him to be. Not only that, but his eyes had become a lovely shade of pink. It made you suddenly very flustered.
"Uh, of course! No p-problem!" You said louder than you meant to.
Meta Knight chuckled at your response.
"Goodnight, (Y/n)."
"G-goodnight, Meta Knight," you turned to lay facing away from him to give him privacy.
This became a routine. With time, you got comfortable being out in the open, with being seen by all the crew. You managed to stay your bigger size regularly now, only shifting when you got started. Or sometimes when you were around Meta Knight, though it became less frequent.
You no longer had to sneak any food, there was enough made for you along with everyone else.
The crew loved you, and even though you no longer had the need to leave flowers in exchange for supplies taken, you gladly gave them whenever someone requested one. You made it your goal to learn all the crew's favorite flowers.
You took up a job in the infirmary, keeping medicinal plants stocked and treating those injured with what you provided.
And of course you continued to spend time with Meta Knight. After a few weeks of the makeshift bed, Meta Knight allowed you to grow a hanging bed out of plants when you suggested it. It was more of a hammock you slept in but it was comfortable and you could cover it to allow Meta Knight privacy if needed. And it kept you off the floor so there wasn't the worry of you being accidentally stepped on.
You often caught Meta Knight looking at you with those pink eyes. Vul had explained that Meta Knight's eyes changed color depending on his mood. You found it fascinating, and had for the most part deduced the meaning of most of the colors. The pink you often saw him looking at you with alluded you still.
One of the evenings you had been preparing for sleep, Meta Knight did something out of the ordinary.
"(Y/n), may I speak with you?"
This caught your attention immediately. Usually, he would just talk to you and you would have conversations naturally. Asking first meant you should give him your full attention. It must be important.
You were glad you slept small, as you grew a bit nervous at his semi-serious tone and doubted you could have maintained your larger size.
"Yeah, of course Meta Knight," you flew down to stand on the bed next to him. "What is it?"
He stared at you for a moment, contemplating. Taking a deep breath, he reached for his mask.
"Meta Knight," you moved to stop him but it was already off his face.
And when you looked at him you couldn't tear your eyes away.
His eyes were the shade that you had pieced together meant he was anxious. His face was covered in scars, as you had assumed from those not fully covered by his mask. His face was quite simple besides that. He was blushing a deep navy.
Gently, you reached up and touched his face. When your hand made contact, he practically melted into your touch. His eyes fluttered closed, and when he opened them again the anxious color was replaced by that familiar pink.
You two sat in silence for a while. You knew how much trust he was putting in you. Even Captain Vul had never been shown his face willingly.
You cupped his face with your other hand, and his eyes closed again, comforted by your touch.
"Thank you for trusting me enough to show me this," you whispered.
His eyes opened to look at you.
"Do you know what all my eye colors mean?"
You made a confused expression.
"I've figured out most of them, but the shade your eyes currently are I haven't figured out just yet."
A moment's pause.
"Would you like to know?"
You paused, a possible idea what it might mean dawning on you, but feeling scared to know for certain.
"Do you know what different flowers symbolize?" You asked a question of your own.
"I have noticed a pattern in the ones you have given me," he answered. "You have recently given lots of forget-me-nots and red roses."
You blushed, knowing full well what the meaning of both of them are. The roses most people knew, but the forget-me-nots...
"The forget-me-nots were the first flowers you left for me specifically. The red rose was the last flower you left before we finally came face to face."
His eyes remained the same pink as he carefully placed his hand against you. You leaned into him.
"I have a guess what your eyes right now mean," you whispered, the blush on your face fairing no better than his.
His other hand takes one of your smaller ones in his.
"And I think I can determine what you have been trying to tell me with flowers," he whispered back.
Without speaking, both of you began leaning towards each other, eyes drifting closed. You shared a soft kiss, only for a few seconds. When you both pulled away, you opened your eyes to see each other blushing deeply. You smiled, then started laughing. Meta Knight began laughing with you, pulling you close. His wings wrapped around your smaller form, which you stayed in, enjoying the feeling of his protective cocoon around you.
You snuggled deeper against him, tracing along one of his scars.
"I love you," he said, after you had both settled down.
"I love you, too," you answered back.
And then you kissed.

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(A/N-
Me: "Okay how self indulgent to my specific tastes do we want this one to be?"
My brain: "Yes."

Can you tell I was reading borrower reader fics when I came up with this idea?
Also, forget-me-nots are most commonly symbolic of true love and devotion, for those who didn't know.)