I’m Sorry, But Transgender (ftm) Meta Knight Is My Favorite Kirby Headcanon For Him

This story is very beautiful. I enjoyed every moment reading it. I’m not paying attention to physics, METALOR IS MORE IMPORTANT!!! WE NEED MORE! 🥹💕💗💖💞💓💘💝🩷

I love it. SO MUCH

🌼🔮Stuck with the Soggy Cat🔮🌼

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Part 7:

🌷🌟Home🌟🌷

The next morning.

They were brushing their teeth together.

Meta Knight methodically scrubbed his fangs, occasionally glancing over at Magolor - who was halfway through a bubble beard made of minty foam and entirely unrepentant about it. When they rinsed and spat in perfect sync Magolor gave a proud little “heh” like they’d just won a gold medal in synchronized tooth-brushing.

“Hold still.” Meta Knight said, plucking the comb from the counter.

Magolor blinked. “Huh?”

“You look like you got into a wrestling match with a tumbleweed.”

Magolor made a face but obediently stayed still while Meta Knight tackled his chaotic bedhead, carefully working through the knots with surprising gentleness. “You’re lucky I like you.” Magolor mumbled.

“I am lucky.” Meta Knight said simply.

When they were almost ready to leave for breakfast, Meta Knight paused in front of the mirror, adjusting his belt. His eyes lingered—just for a moment—on the faint lines across his face and body. Scars, half-hidden beneath the edge of his mask. He pulled the mask up slowly, expression unreadable.

Then he made a very quiet but unpleasant growl.

Behind him, Magolor tilted his head. “Do you… like your scars?”

Meta Knight didn’t answer right away. Then, softly: “No. I hate them.”

Magolor looked at him through the mirror. “I don’t.”

Meta Knight turned slightly, surprised. “...You don't?”

“No, because they’re beautiful! They're part of your story! They're part of you...” Magolor said stepping closer, his reflection overlapping Meta Knight’s in the glass. “They mean you survived. That you fought for something. That you’re still here, and by the way... I love the 'here' part.”

Meta Knight looked away, unsure what to do with the warmth blooming in his chest.

“Now. Smile at yourself in the mirror.” Magolor said brightly, but also surprisingly commanding.

Meta Knight hesitated. “What?”

“C’mon. Just try it!"

Meta Knight squinted a little... then made the smallest most reluctant smile.

It was awkward.

Barely there.

Magolor squinted back. “Nope. That was a grimace. You look like you're about to tell yourself bad news.”

Meta Knight huffed, a little embarrassed. “I guess... I don’t know how to."

“Like this.” Magolor pulled a wide, ridiculous grin, puffed up his cheeks, and crossed his eyes. “See? It’s all about confidence.”

Meta Knight stared at him like he was malfunctioning. Then, without warning—he laughed. A real, full laugh. Warm and startled, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Magolor’s heart practically did a somersault.

He’d heard little huffs before. A quiet chuckle here and there, but not this. Not a laugh. Not that open, unguarded sound that made Meta Knight seem brighter somehow.

Like sunlight spilling through a crack in heavy armor.

Magolor just… looked at him. Completely gone.

“I really am in love with you.” he said, quietly.

Meta Knight, still smiling faintly, met his eyes in the mirror. “I know.”

Magolor giggled. “You’re supposed to say it back, y’know.”

“I'll show you instead.” Meta Knight said, brushing his knuckles gently along Magolor’s cheek.

Magolor’s breath caught, his whole face glowing like a sunrise.
Before he could think of something clever—or anything at all—Meta Knight leaned in.
It was slow tender kiss on the cheek.
Magolor's ears were pink, his voice barely a squeak.
“I—uh—wow—”
He wobbled with a goofy grin on his face.

Meta Knight laughed again, warm and rich, steadying him with a hand on his waist.
“Come on." he said gently, eyes still soft. “Let’s go.”

And just like that, he turned, cloak swirling as he walked ahead—
Magolor followed, fluttering behind Meta Knight like a ribbon in the wind.

Later that afternoon.

The house smelled faintly like fresh lemon soap and a little bit like something Magolor accidentally burned at lunch.

(He blamed the pan. Meta Knight didn't believed him.)

The sunlight was soft through the windows now, and it was casting lazy golden streaks across the floor of the Meta Knight's home.

Although - it was their home now.

Magolor stood at the sink in rubber gloves, grumbling very quietly under his breath.

“I am a cosmic-level mage...” he muttered as he scrubbed a pan with more passion than necessary, “-and yet, here I am, battling the baked-on remains of a suspicious lasagna.”

(It was his turn to do dishes. He didn't like it.)

Behind him, the radio crackled softly from the living room, playing gentle instrumental music that Meta Knight had turned it on to while he sharpened his sword, but as the next song started, the soft hum of violins melted into a dreamy, airy melody—one that made Meta Knight’s head tilt ever so slightly.

“I’m in Love” by Noonie Bao.

Was playing.

A soft swaying rhythm. Tender vocals like honey and summer air. Something warm.

Meta Knight’s fingers paused mid-polish.

Then—without a word—he set the cloth down and stood.

Magolor was still muttering, hands deep in soapy water.

Until he felt hands gently clasp his sides.

“Wha—? Hey, what—!?”

He was pulled—suddenly and carefully—away from the sink, dripping rubber gloves and all, into the center of the kitchen where the sunlight poured like gold. His eyes widened.

Meta Knight didn’t say anything.

He just started to slowly dance.

A quiet, steady rhythm. One hand on Magolor’s waist, the other finding his hand and guiding it up. The music spilled around them, soft and dreamlike. Magolor stumbled a little at first, awkward in his rubber gloves, but Meta Knight just chuckled under his breath and held him closer.

“You’re dancing with me?” Magolor blinked, stunned. “To this song?”

Meta Knight nodded, his eyes half-lidded, a tiny smile playing on his mouth. “You always say I don’t do spontaneous things.

“You don’t!”

“Well... now your wrong."

Magolor’s heart was wobbly and warm and ridiculously full.

The song got faster, and so did their dance.

It was kind of like ballroom dancing, but more...fun.

More... them.

Just for them.

They twirled around the tile floor, and it made the world outside forgotten. The sunlight made Meta Knight’s cape glow at the edges like something out of a dream. Magolor looked up at him, and saw the man who made tea too strong, who grumbled at things, who didn’t like his scars and forgot how to smile—but chose to... just to make Magolor happy.

“I think you broke my brain...” Magolor whispered, dazed.

Meta Knight just leaned in slightly, his forehead brushing Magolor’s.

Magolor couldn’t even joke this time. Couldn’t make a quip or a pun or say something stupid to deflect how overwhelmingly happy he felt. He just… smiled. Big and open and dumb with love.

“And you stole my heart.” he said.

They danced, right there in the kitchen, with soap bubbles still floating through the air and the song playing like it was written just for them.

Magolor was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, leaning a little more into Meta Knight with each step. His gloves were still on - soap was everywhere.

Absolutely none of it mattered.

“I didn’t know you could dance...” Magolor teased breathlessly.

“I’m full of surprises.”

“Mmhm. Bet you still count your steps in your head—woah—!”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence.

Because Meta Knight spun him again, just a little faster this time, and then pulled him in—close. Closer than before.

Their bodies met with a soft thud of armor and cloth, and Magolor found himself chest-to-chest with him, caught mid-laugh, blinking up into those golden, steady eyes.

His words completely vanished. So did the rest of the world.

Meta Knight’s arm wrapped snugly around his waist, holding him steady like they’d meant to dance straight into each other all along. Magolor let out a breathless, wobbly giggle.

He then melted against him. Completely. No more dancing. Just... being.

And that’s when he heard it.

(Ba-dump. Ba-dump.)

Steady. Calm. Deep and quiet.

Meta Knight’s heartbeat.

Magolor froze—just for a second—his ear pressed gently to his chest, breath catching at the sound. It was so real. So alive. So constant and so... him. It thudded through Magolor’s cheek like a quiet promise. Like something ancient and unshakable that had seen pain, survived it, and still—still—beat for love.

His eyes softened.

“...You’re real...” he whispered. “You’re really here.”

Meta Knight looked down at him, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

“So are you.”

Magolor didn’t move for a while. He just stayed there—held close, listening—arms still looped around Meta Knight. The song on the radio faded into silence, but the warmth in the room didn’t.

Finally, he smiled—small, soft, but so full.

“Your heart sounds like home.”

Meta Knight blinked. Then his hand came up slowly and rested on the back of Magolor’s head, fingers threading gently through his fur.

“...Then stay...” he murmured. “For as long as you want.”

Magolor tilted his head to look up at him.

“I want forever.”

“Then please... stay forever... and always.”

💖🌷🍭THE END🍭🌷💖

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🌷🪐My Author’s Note 🪐🌷

Thank you, from the very bottom of my heart - for reading this story all the way through. 💖🌌
Whether you left a sweet comment, reblogged with joyful keysmash reactions, or just quietly read along—it meant the absolute world to me. Truly. 🥺💕

I also want to take a moment to be real with you.🌷

I know I might come across as a little too excited about certain things—maybe even a bit intense—but please know, it’s just because I find so much joy in the smallest of things. 🩷🫧✨

Basically what I'm trying to say is I promise I’m not here to pretend my fanfiction went viral or anything like that, because I know this fanfiction didn’t get MILLIONS of likes and stuff, but honestly...

That’s not what matters most to me. I received something better than that. 🥺❤️
The few people who did engage left words so kind, so genuine…
Every little interaction felt like someone reaching through the screen and hugging me. You made me feel seen. Like my story mattered. Like I mattered.
And that lit up my heart in ways I can’t fully describe.😭

I wanted this fic to be a love letter—to remember to enjoy the small moments, to enjoy the softness and healing, and to the beautiful, tangled little messes we all carry. 🌸💞

And you—every reader, every reblogger with all-caps feels, and every silent scroller who stayed till the end—
You made the whole journey feel worth it.

Thank you. From the bottom of everything I am. 🌷🪐

There was something tucked inside this story that I wrote — For anyone who needed to hear it. I kind of written it secretly into the morning scene, but I want to end this note by saying it again, more clearly— Just in case no one’s told you lately:

💗 You are loved.
💫 Your scars are beautiful.
✨ Your stretch marks are constellations.
🌟 Your acne doesn’t dim your light.
🌷 Your water marks, your freckles, your bumps and bruises, your softness, your uniqueness — Every bit of you tells a story worth loving.

Because they’re not mistakes. They’re not flaws. They are you.

You are proof of survival. Of growth. Of change. Of continuing.

So if you ever catch yourself in the mirror and feel unsure?
🌟 Smile anyway. Even if it feels silly. Try it. 🌟
You deserve to be loved as you are.🌷🌟

Thank you again for being here, and for letting this little piece of my heart be a part of your day. 😭🌷🍭 Stay soft. Stay powerful, and take care of your beautifully one-of-a-kind self. ✨

With all the love and every last thank-you...


—Koko, the crazy fangirl 🌷

he should be embarrassed of being so round and chubby while wanting to look threatening

idea from strawpage

A little late, but happy 21st anniversary to Kirby Amazing Mirror!!

very smol boyos

but seriously, whenever i’m having a bad day or i’m anxious about anything, i would always go to tumblr and look at your metalor masterpieces. please NEVER stop uploading metalor. they are my digital source of peace, happiness, and tranquility! 🥹⚙️ ❤️ ⚔️

I've been working on a project, so I don't have the time to draw lately...😞

So here - Take this very tiny Metalor.💙

lov it

Bartender x piano player au. ‘it about Petey being a single father so he takes a job at night while taking care of Lil Petey during the day. (80HD is babysitting him) but he falls in love with the new Pianist but confused his feelings unless he drunk XD, but every times he drunk he forgets the next day.. it’s based in the 1920s- 1930 era… Petey used to be in a mafia gang with his dad but ever since Lil Petey came to his life, he quit being a gangster for good for his son sake..but will that be it is the question… anyway this was mostly a discord thing but it blown up for some reason XD ..

OMG, they’re so cute!!!

I had planned to post this like a week ago but I forgot to oop-

I still post here from my old phone and I keep forgetting that I have it

Anyways they're chilling

yes funny rhythm guy

just found out they have the black jack 2004 OP in taiko so i drew this :O

really, really adorable. loving the art style. ❤️

playing a fun game where people give me hypothetical team names & i make teams based on that alone!

i like to think it’s true

Trans pacman

What if pacman was trans? Like, Mrs.Pacman was just Pacman after he transitioned and all of the kissing scnenes was just trans Pacman and her boyfriend.

~Myles

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH! 🩷💝💕💞💗

IT’S SO FLICKING ADORABLE!!!!!!

I MOVED ASIDE MATH LECTURES JUST TO READ THIS

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAA

🌼🔮Stuck with the Soggy Cat🔮🌼

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Part 6:

🌟🌧️Rainy Moments🌧️🌟

They were on a walk.

A walk that Meta Knight insisted on.

Despite Magolor’s reluctance and lazy demeanor, he was dragged out of his cozy spot on the couch by the promise of fresh air—though the sky didn’t seem to share their enthusiasm.

Dark clouds had gathered slowly, rolling in over the hills. Meta Knight noticed them first, his sharp eyes catching the shift in the atmosphere.

The trees rustled, carried by a wind that made it sound like they were whispering secrets. He glanced at Magolor, who was still poking a stick into a suspicious puddle, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

"Storm's coming." Meta Knight murmured.

Magolor looked up, squinting at the sky, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oooooh, dramatic. You think we'll make it back before it hits?"

A low rumble of thunder answered that question for them.

"G-Guess not!" Magolor muttered - he was still kind of scared of storms, but he felt safe as long as Meta Knight was near.

(Even though metal was a lightning magnet)

And then, as if on cue, the skies opened.

Rain poured down in thick sheets, drenching them in seconds. Meta Knight's cape clung to his armor, and Magolor’s hood sagged under the downpour. Water ran down the path, rushing past them like it was eager to sweep them away.

Meta Knight raised his arm slightly, preparing to shield Magolor from the worst of the rain, but before he could move, two warm hands grabbed his.

"What—"

"Come on!" Magolor shouted, grinning, his voice bubbling with excitement. "Let’s run for it!"

Before Meta Knight could even react, Magolor was already pulling him forward, laughing as he dashed through the rain, dragging Meta Knight along like an unstoppable force.

Meta Knight stumbled after him, heart racing—not from the sprinting, but from the feel of Magolor’s hand, warm and reassuring in his own. He couldn’t help but marvel at the steadiness in the grip—Magolor wasn’t just pulling him through the rain, he was pulling him closer, grounding him. Meta Knight found it... comforting.

Something he didn’t expect to feel in a storm.

“Y-You’re insane!” Meta Knight laughed, breathless, water splashing against his boots.

Magolor’s laughter rang out, pure joy in every note. “You love it!”

They ran until they reached a grove, the trees thick enough to offer shelter, but there was one problem: a massive puddle—muddy, deep, and deceptively slippery.

Magolor didn’t see it.

He dragged Meta Knight right through it, and then-

SLIP

They both went down in a heap. Meta Knight face-planted into the mud - Magolor following right behind him, hands still firmly clasped together.

Meta Knight slowly sat up, and Magolor burst out laughing under the growing seriousness in Meta Knight’s eyes, and his mask was covered in mud.

Magolor giggled, “Sorry about that, Meta Knight!"

Meta Knight didn't answer.

He was just... staring.

Magolor's smile faltered just a bit under the intensity of that gaze.

"...W-What?"

"You..." Meta Knight said softly, "You make everything feel... different."

Magolor froze. His heart skipped a beat.

Meta Knight looked up again, the rain dripping off his mask like tiny rivers, his gaze intense. “I spent so long being… guarded. Even after everything we went through, I never... I never thought I’d be capable of letting someone in. Letting you in, again.”

Magolor’s fingers twitched in his hand.

Meta Knight swallowed, his next words coming out slower, as if he were trying to piece something fragile together. “You still talk too much... and you’re reckless, and you flip pancakes like they're part of a magic ritual-"

"That's because they are-"

"-but you're kind..." he said, cutting in gently. "You're loud and messy and you light up every room you enter-"

Meta Knight’s voice broke for a moment, as if the weight of his words caught him off guard. “And I...don’t think I want to imagine my world without you anymore-!"

"-I love you!” Magolor interrupted...

The words tumbled out of his mouth, clumsy and bold.

Meta Knight froze. Time seemed to hang between them, the world suspended in that single moment. Magolor blinked, his face flushing a deep crimson as realization hit him.

“I mean—haha wait no—um—I meant like, y’know, friend love! Not—uh—wait, no—unless you—uh—because if you do—I mean I do—WAIT—”

“Magolor.”

The quiet sound of his name broke through the chaos, stopping Magolor’s nervous rambling instantly.

Meta Knight took his mask off slowly, and was looking at him with something far more vulnerable than Magolor had ever expected.

Something real.

Honest.

Magolor shut his mouth, his breath shaky.

Meta Knight reached up, his gloved hand trembling slightly, and he brushed his fingers gently against Magolor’s cheek. The touch was tender, reverent, as though it had been building up to this moment for years.

“Say it again… please.”

Magolor’s heart hammered.

“I…” He breathed. “I love you.”

Meta Knight’s eyes softened, his whole expression melting into something more than just words could convey. Then, after a pause that felt like a thousand heartbeats, Meta Knight’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I love you too.”

Magolor froze again. His entire body felt like it had turned to stone, and then his ears turned pink.

Then his cheeks.

Then his whole face.

Then he made a tiny noise... Kind of like a kettle trying not to whistle.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Magolor’s heart surged forward. With a soft, nervous exhale, he closed the distance between them in one fluid motion and kissed Meta Knight.

This time, there was nothing accidental about it.

It wasn't a flustered stumble or a spice-rack collision.

This kiss was slow, deliberate, the kind that spoke of all the words they’d never said before.

The rain pattered softly above them, as if the world was giving them space to just... be.

Magolor’s lips were soft, warm against his. Meta Knight's hands trembled as they gently cradled Magolor’s sides, as though afraid the moment would shatter if he held too tightly. He let his fingers trace over Magolor’s skin, grounding himself in the reality of the moment.

Magolor deepened the kiss very slightly, as his hands started curling into Meta Knight’s armor as if he wanted to pull them even closer.

The world faded away—the storm, the mud, the cold—it was all just background noise to the quiet intensity between them.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their faces flushed with emotion and warmth, eyes glazed with something deeper.

Magolor chuckled softly, breathless. “So… does this mean I can give you nicknames now... like... Mety?"

“No.” Meta Knight replied with a slight smile, his voice low, almost teasing.

Magolor grinned wide. “Too late, Mety.”

Meta Knight chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. “Fine... but only if you’re my Maggie.”

Magolor practically lunged into his arms.

“I KNEW IT!! You are soft under all that broody cape drama!”

Meta Knight hid his smile in Magolor’s chest, letting himself laugh for a moment. Then he lifted his head, gently resting his forehead against Magolor’s.

Their bodies still close, and their heartbeats syncing together. The rain fell softly around them, the storm now nothing more than a distant memory.

The rain didn't stop until evening.

By the time they made it home-damp, laughing, a little breathless-the air had gone quiet again, warm and still. Magolor shook the water out of his hood like a soggy puppy, leaving little wet spots on the floor. Meta Knight rolled his eyes but didn't say a word.

Instead, he walked past him and took a clean towel from the hallway cabinet, and gently tossed it over Magolor's head.

"You'll catch a cold."

"Aww, you do care~?"

Meta Knight chuckled a bit as he just reached out and started rubbing Magolor's fur dry through the towel with careful, slow circles.

Magolor melted like butter on a waffle.

"I love you..." he said from under the towel like it was just a casual fact.

Meta Knight stared at him, eyes soft. Like he still couldn't believe this was real.

"...You have no idea what that means to me..."

Magolor stepped closer and pressed his forehead against Meta Knight's chest. "I think I do."

That night, the house was quiet.

The only sound was the occasional rustle of wind outside and the soft clink of tea mugs as they were set down, side by side, on the nightstand.

Meta Knight was sitting in bed with a book. Magolor had claimed the space beside him without asking-just wriggled in under the covers like he'd been doing this for years.

They hadn't said much since the kiss.

They didn't need to.

It was there in the soft glances. In the way Meta Knight turned the pages slower than usual - more aware of the warm body leaning sleepily against him. In the way Magolor kept sneaking peeks at him when he thought Meta Knight wasn't looking.

Eventually, Magolor yawned. Loudly. Dramatically. He flopped over onto Meta Knight's side like a weighted blanket with opinions.

"M'tired.."

"Then go to sleep."

"I can't..." he whined, "...my pillow's too cold."

"You have a blanket."

"It's not the same."

Meta Knight sighed a little bit.

Then, with a quiet rustle of fabric, he closed the book and set it aside. He didn't say anything as he shifted to lie back fully. Didn't say anything when Magolor immediately curled up against his side, head resting on his chest, arms loosely wrapped around him, but his wings moved. Slowly. Instinctively. One curled around Magolor's back.

"...Comfy?" he murmured.

Magolor nodded, already half-asleep. "Yes..."

Meta Knight looked down at him. He brushed his fingers lightly across Magolor's fur, gaze unreadable.

"I used to think I was better off alone..." he said quietly. "That opening up would just lead to pain. That it was safer to keep my world small."

He paused.

"But you're the one thing... I never saw coming."

Magolor made a sleepy little sound in response and nuzzled in closer, sighing into his chest. "You're so sappy when you're horizontal..."

Meta Knight snorted, the tiniest bit of a smile tugging at his mouth.

Then, almost shyly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Magolor's head.

Magolor smiled-eyes still closed, and as the wind danced softly outside and the last of the storm drifted away, they fell asleep like that-tangled together, warm and safe, hearts finally at peace.💕🌷💖

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🌷💖✨PART 6✨💖🌷

Tomorrow I'll be posting the last chapter 🥺 However - I definitely will be doing other stories every now and then - It's actually very fun! 🥹💕🌷💖

I get to express my love about Metalor in words, and nothing makes me more happier then to share it with you guys!!!🪐✨

I've got so many ideas with these too! (Maybe too many😅) And that includes drawing and writing!

Anyways - I hope you enjoyed part 6 of "Stuck with the Soggy Cat"! 🥹💕🌷✨💖