Meta Knight x Reader One-Shots

Secret Admirer

It was late autumn when you first met.
The light had left the sky before your shift ended, the sun having the audacity to set before six pm. Your house was a twenty-plus minute walk from the cafe.
You lingered by the door, reluctant to leave both the warmth of the building and the safety of the other people around. You had been warned enough when you were younger.
Don't walk when it's dark out. If you do have to walk when it's dark, don't walk alone.
Low and behold you would have no choice but to ignore both of those rules this fine evening.
Still, you lingered, your anxious stare out into the dark doing nothing to ease your nerves.
"Excuse me, would you like someone to walk you home?"
The unfamiliar voice behind you made you jump slightly. A quick spin to look behind you, and you found yourself too stunned to answer immediately.
Meta Knight!? One of the most powerful warriors in Dreamland!? What was he doing in the little cafe you worked at?
Sure, you had met Kirby and Bandana Dee before. You had casual conversations with them whenever they came in, even. But never had you seen their friend/mentor/rival/whatever else the relationship between the pair and the older puffball could be described as.
Truth be told, you had always thought he was pretty cool from what you had heard. Though you were glad to hear that his former animosity towards relaxation and perceived laziness had disappeared with his failed attempt to conquer Dreamland that one time. Knowing that your executive dysfunction and depression would probably not be put under a microscope by him (anymore) was a definite relief.
You realized, as your thoughts raced to process all this, that you were staring at him.
He stared back, seemingly used to this sort of reaction. You quickly looked away.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare," you apologized.
"It's quite alright. I know I'm not a usual sight around here," he said.
"Not that I've seen at least," you confirm.
You go quiet, and then remember you hadn't actually answered his question.
He was a known hero of Dreamland. He was asking in a public place with lots of witnesses. If he wanted to murder you, there were much better plans to get away with it.
And even though this was the first time you'd actually seen him in person, you felt an inherent trust towards him. You had always trusted your gut.
"Uh, if you're offering to walk me home, I'd gladly accept. I always get nervous walking alone in the dark," you share.
He nods, giving a thoughtful hum, before stepping in front of you and pushing the door open. He holds it for you.
'How chivalrous. Just like a knight should be,' you think to yourself as you step out of the building.
Your walk home was filled with polite conversation. You tell him your name when you realize you had forgotten to share it. Despite being perhaps a bit starstruck initially, you found it easy to talk to Meta Knight. He didn't usually say much, but he seemed happy to listen to you ramble a bit about the things you liked, asking questions to show he was engaged.
"Sorry for rambling so much," you'd apologize.
"Nonsense, I like to hear people talk about things they're interested in," Meta Knight would answer.
You didn't apologize after that.
Near the end of the walk, a cold wind drew a shiver from you. Meta Knight was quick to notice, and suddenly a cape was draped over your shoulders.
"You don't have to do that," you protest.
"It's alright, I'm not that bothered by the cold."
"Still, it's pretty brisk out. Feels like good weather for soup. Or a nice hot cup of tea. Oh! I just remembered I've got hot chocolate at home!" You grow excited.
Meta Knight seems to perk up at the mention of hot chocolate. It does not go unnoticed.
"Would you want to come in and have some?" You ask him. He'd been so polite to you, it only made sense to return the favor.
"I wouldn't want to take up any more of your time," he admits.
"It's no trouble, I promise. Though, if you really don't want to, please don't feel pressured. You've already gone out of your way for me," you tell him.
He thinks for a moment.
"In that case, I gladly accept your invitation."
You find yourself beaming, and you hear him chuckle at your reaction.
You feel a tingly feeling in your stomach at the sound.
When you arrive at your house, you hold the door open for Meta Knight, mimicking his actions towards you at the cafe. He gives you a nod as he passes.
"Sorry if it's a bit messy. My brain kinda makes it hard to clean just a little at a time, so it's usually all at once in a big rush."
"It looks alright to me," he states.
Now back in the warmth of your home, you give him his cape back.
"Thanks for lending me this for the walk. You're a very chivalrous person, Meta Knight," you fill up the electric kettle with water.
"Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment." He sits on the couch in your living room.
Conversation continues as you wait for the water to boil. You get out the hot chocolate mix before offering Meta Knight a choice of mugs.
"I always like to let people pick cause I know I have a preference for specific sorts of mugs. Don't want to accidentally give them a mug they don't like."
"That's very considerate."
"Thanks, it's the anxiety," you answer on instinct. Your expression shifts immediately as you realize you said that aloud.
Much to your relief, Meta Knight laughs.
"I suppose that would do it, yes. Still, I am honored to be given the choice," he picks a mug and hands it to you to put the hot chocolate mix in.
Conversation continued easily after that. You were just glad you didn't ruin the vibe with your lack of a filter and accidental oversharing. The rest of the evening flowed naturally. You got to hear him laugh a few more times, and he shared some stories of his own. Stories about the Halberd and being a knight. All stuff you had no experience with personally, but were still fascinated by.
As it grew late, Meta Knight eventually had to go. At the door, he hesitated, seeming to want to ask something. With a deep breath, he turns back towards you.
"This was very enjoyable. If you would have me, I would very much like to spend time together again soon."
You chuckled. He was speaking so formally. Maybe it was a nervous habit of his.
"I'd love that. Also I would really appreciate another escort home," you answer truthfully.
He grows immediately less stiff, breathing a sigh of relief as he gives a bow.
"Until next time then, (Y/n)."
***
Meta Knight always insisted on walking you home after you clocked out from then on. He would show up a little while before your shift ended. Always gave a silent nod when you saw him and flashed him a smile. When you were no longer on the clock, he would wait outside for you to exit. Then you would walk together back to your house.
Often you would invite him in, and the two of you would spend the next few hours together. You always welcomed his company. Talking to him was easy, he was a good listener. Whenever you returned to your habit of apologizing for rambling, he would always insist there was nothing to apologize for. He liked to listen to you. And his reassurances always made you a bit flustered.
Of course you had fallen for him. He was always so gentlemanly to you. And he would always double check that he wasn't crossing any boundaries, insisting you tell him if he ever did anything to make you uncomfortable. He never had, but you appreciated his protective nature. Walking home alone had always made you a little anxious. With him, you never felt like you were in any danger.
It was an average day at your work, the cafe crowd flooding in, usually ordering coffees or teas, and occasionally a pastry from the display counter. Meta Knight had come in, ordered a caffeinated drink with a LOT of sugar (the extremity of his sweet tooth revealed to you a few months into your friendship) and one of the chocolate croissants. He only ever ordered the desserts when you were the one taking his order, knowing you wouldn't give him a hard time about his taste preferences. He sat and read at one of the tables, a usual occurrence for the busier parts of the day.
As you went to grab your bag, preparing to clock out, you noticed an envelope tucked into one of the pockets. It was addressed to you in a fancy calligraphy script. You didn't recognize the handwriting, but perhaps it was because you didn't usually see this kind of decorative writing outside of advertisements.
The cafe was about to close, so only a few people remained. Meta Knight was among them. No one was in line to order. You figured no one would mind if you read whatever this was now.
You slipped a finger under the flap, tearing the glue seal as delicately as you could, managing to avoid giving yourself a papercut. Pulling out the contents, a folded over page of card stock, you were faced with a single heart on the front. You felt your anxiety shoot up, and opened the card. Pouring over the contents, you felt a mixture of feelings, heart rate increasing, along with your worry.
"You're making a face."
You were pulled out of your focus by Meta Knight, who you noticed now watching you intently.
"What is it?" He asked.
"It's, uh…" You trailed off, looking over the contents of the paper again. "A love letter?"
He kept his watch on you, saying nothing. You felt the need to fill the silence.
"It, well it just says it's from my 'Secret Admirer.'"
"And that's… bad?" He questioned, noting your hesitance.
"Well, not necessarily. But, well, since I don't know who it is…" You trailed off again, scanning over the words again, "Whoever it is, they're asking to meet up in person. Later today."
"Oh," Meta Knight says. "Are you going to do that?"
"I, well, I haven't actually had anyone express romantic interest in me before. And, it's so sudden, it's kinda making me anxious. Like, what if it's someone with ill intent? Or like a stalker who's obsessed with me? I mean, probably not, but I really don't know if I'd feel comfortable going by myself," you admit.
Meta Knight hums thoughtfully, thinking for a moment.
"I don't mean to intrude, but… perhaps I could accompany you there?"
Your face lit up.
"Oh, you wouldn't mind? That would honestly make me feel a lot better," you give him a relieved smile.
Meta Knight's eyes shift color. It's the one color you haven't yet determined the meaning of.
"Of course. What kind of knight would I be to leave a friend in distress? Wouldn't be very chivalrous of me."
You laugh, feeling brighter already.
"So, where is the letter asking to meet up then?" He asks.
"It says to meet up at the fountain in town square in…" You check the time, "About twenty minutes from now."
"That's not far. Should we go after you've clocked out?"
You nod, continuing the process of doing just that. When you're all packed up and off the clock, you wave goodbye to your coworker. Meta Knight meets you at the door and you walk out together.
There's an empty bench by the fountain when you get there. You sit down, nerves returning. Whoever your secret admirer was, you hoped they were a good person.
The thought of a stranger confessing their undying love to you popped into your head. You felt the anxiety growing.
Oh god you already liked someone. Someone who was literally here with you. Someone who had yet to sit next to you on the bench.
Meta Knight sensed your growing panic, and softly took your hand to draw your attention back outward.
"Would you like me to stay here with you until they arrive?"
You gave him a thankful look and nodded. He sat up on the bench next to you. You kept a hold of his hand, and he made no move to take it back from you.
Maybe whoever it was would see and they would put two and two together that you already liked someone. That would save you the confrontation of having to reject someone at least. But if they did show up and the rejection went south, you knew you could at least count on Meta Knight to keep you safe.
You looked over at him to catch him looking at you, seeming to study you. You smiled, squeezing his hand with your own, and looked away, eyes glancing around to see if anyone was approaching you.
You hoped whatever happened, everything would be okay.
***
'Shit shit shit shit!'
Meta Knight sat there, hand in yours, looking calmly at you. Your nervous glances around, as though expecting something to go awry at any moment, had him thinking one thing.
'SHIT.'
He really hadn't expected you to be so nervous about a secret admirer.
His plan was to let you go out on your own, wait by the fountain for a little while. And then, after he had found enough courage, he would come over to you and face you. He would express his love to you, proclaiming his romantic devotion and then, hopefully, you would share his feelings.
He had slipped the letter into you bag when you ran to the bathroom during your shift. He was sneaky about it, but had told your coworker ahead of time he was leaving you something and not to tell you it was from him, it was a surprise.
What he had not expected was the growing anxiety on your face when you read his anonymous letter.
You were always so grateful when he walked you back to your house, perhaps he should have foreseen this. He had hoped that maybe you just loved having his company, that you were using it as an excuse to spend more time with him.
Maybe a love letter from a possible stranger had not been the best idea.
His thoughts were swimming, remaining calm on the outside, hand gently holding yours. He would have probably been blushing if he didn't feel so guilty for worrying you with this whole mess.
If only he wasn't such a coward.
If only he had just told you outright how he felt about you. How you made him want to hold you gently and listen to you ramble while he wrapped you up in his wings. How he wanted to kiss you tenderly.
If only.
Now he was sat next to the person who he was madly in love with, trying to work up the courage to admit both that the anxiety they were feeling was his fault, AND that he was desperately in love with them.
'SHIT.'
***
The minutes ticked by, but no one had approached you and Meta Knight since you arrived. The only people to approach the fountain was a Cappy child, excited to toss a coin into the water, and their mother trailing behind them, who gave you a smile in greeting as you met eyes. They left after the child's coin was flipped into the fountain, not actually saying anything to you or Meta Knight.
Meta Knight still held your hand the whole time, which you were grateful for. It was acting as a grounding mechanism for you. And you certainly weren't gonna pass up the chance to hold hands with the knight you had fallen in love with.
Maybe you should tell him how you feel.
If someone did show up, you suppose it might come up in the conversation anyway. Part of you wanted to tell him on your own time, but part of you would welcome the outside factor forcing your hand.
As the sun started to set, the time struck an hour after the stated meeting time.
You took a deep sigh. If they hadn't shown up yet, they probably weren't coming.
Your sigh grabbed Meta Knight's attention. A squeeze from your connected hands pulled your gaze to him. He silently questioned your sigh.
"It's an hour past, I don't think anyone's coming," you said dejectedly.
"You sound upset about it," he commented.
"I know I was anxious about it, but," you paused. "I don't know. I guess, maybe I was getting my hopes up? I'm glad a weirdo didn't show up but like, that's the first time I've ever had something like this happen to me. Maybe it was some kind of prank or something? Not a very nice one if it was," you slumped.
Meta Knight watched you silently, guilt only growing further. He made up his mind. Coward or not, he was going to tell you the truth. With a deep breath, he began.
"Actually," he paused, your attention fully on him as you turned to him. "They did come."
You stared at him confused. Your eye contact was broken by Meta Knight looking away. Under his mask, his face was a deep navy color, cheeks warm. His eyes were the one color that remained unknown to you.
A color, you were slowly piecing together, that you had only ever seen when he was looking at you.
Combined with his sudden inability to meet your eyes, it clicked into place.
"Meta Knight," your voice was soft. Quiet. "Are… are you my secret admirer?"
A moment of silence, then, still not looking at you, he nods.
You feel a blush burn deeply on your face. You could hardly believe it. Meta Knight LIKES you. Oh you could kick your feet and yell in excitement.
But first… Meta Knight still hadn't looked at you.
"Meta Knight." He tensed. "Look at me, please."
A deep breath, and his eyes turn to meet you.
Ever so gently, you cup his face, and he almost melts into your touch right then and there.
"Say it out loud?"
Meta Knight's hand has remained in yours the whole time, and you give it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm in love with you."
A love confession was even more than you had been expecting from him, and you felt your cheeks grow hotter. A genuine smile creeps onto your face.
"I'm in love with you, too."
His eyes widen, surprised for a moment, before you see the hint of a huge smile in them.
Before you can react further, Meta Knight has pulled you close, wrapping his wings around the two of you in a barrier. He tugs his mask off and suddenly you are kissing.
It's sweet and gentle, but full of passion. His wings shield you from the outside world, a protective cocoon that makes it feel as though the two of you are the only ones that exist in this moment.
When you pull apart, your foreheads rest against each other. Your eyes open to meet his, and you both let out a small laugh.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he tells you.
You laugh, leaning further into him as he does the same.
He replaces his mask, wings lowering slightly, before they pull you impossibly closer to him. He leans against you, content to keep you wrapped up against him forever.
And you certainly wouldn't mind it.

(A/N GUESS WHO POSTED THIS TO AO3 BUT FORGOT TO POST IT HERE!
IT'S ME I DID
I have another one already posted over there that I'll post here in a few days (and imo it's my favorite one of these I've written)
Have a good day/night/other time in the 24 hour cycle!!)