Helix lads ♥ Had a lot of fun with the gradients in their hair, I think they’re the most obvious but everyone has them!
I had to switch Edgar and Scriabin for the sake of the delivery of the joke but they really do look better in this order I think
Gaster taking notes on this human, all his preconceived notions are being very strongly confirmed haha. Nny would probably like skeletons better than regular humans, except they don’t bleed so, not that interesting really
I was going to add a warning and a lil comf message as always in this type of fanfics, but I think annonie explains it pretty well <3
responding to this request
It was Grim who approached him—nervously, voice urgent.
“You gotta talk to Yuu, Professor. They’ve been… off. They flinch when I get too loud, and the other day I saw bandages I know weren’t there before. I don’t get it… why would they do that?”
Crewel paused.
He had graded over fifty exams last night, scolded a third-year for exploding a cauldron... But that one sentence stopped everything.
He didn't scold Grim. He didn't panic. He nodded once and said,
“Thank you for telling me. You did the right thing, pup.”
That night, Crewel stayed up researching.
He was poring through psychology journals. His brow furrowed as he read about pain, coping mechanisms, and invisible wounds.
The next morning, he requested Yuu stay after class. Not in front of the others—he simply handed them a folded slip during potion lab, saying, “Come see me after last bell. No rush.”
When Yuu arrived, they looked uneasy, shoulders high with tension.
“I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“No. Sit. Please.”
They did, eyes darting to the ingredients shelf, then to the floor. Crewel sat across from them, hands folded on his desk, voice softer than they’d ever heard it.
“Grim spoke to me.”
Yuu froze. Crewel continued gently.
“He’s worried about you. And now, so am I.”
Silence. Yuu’s throat tightened.
“I’m sorry—” they blurted, eyes starting to burn.
“I didn’t want anyone to know— I was just— I didn’t know how else to deal with everything and—”
“Stop.”
Not a harsh command. Crewel stood and walked around the desk. He knelt beside them, one gloved hand hovering over their shaky hands .
“You have nothing to apologize for. Pain is not a moral failure. It doesn’t make you shameful. It makes you human.”
Yuu’s breath hitched.
“I’m not here to fix you. I can’t wave a magical pen and erase what you’ve felt. But I can promise you this: you’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”
He rose, placed a hand over his heart.
“You’re a part of this college. My student. And I take care of what’s mine.”
From then on, Crewel didn’t hover—but he checked in.
When Yuu looked withdrawn in class, he’d ask them to help sort ingredients. I
f they were dissociating, he’d say, “Mind walking with me to the greenhouse?”
Small tasks that let them breathe.
And he never pushed. Never pried.
Only left the door open—always open.
Crowley had a knack for dramatics. He thrived on being the center of the room.
But when Grim nervously shuffled into his office one rainy afternoon and said, “I think Yuu’s in trouble,” the headmage's feathers metaphorically dropped.
He didn't say a word at first. Just listened.
Later, he knocked on Ramshackle’s door himself.
Yuu answered, surprised. “Headmage?”
He took off his mask.
“May I come in?”
They blinked.
Crowley never took off his mask.
Never.
Crowley stood in the entryway.
“I hear you’ve been struggling. And before you say anything—I’m not here as your headmage.”
He placed the mask gently on a dusty table.
“I’m here as someone who once felt like a ghost too.”
Yuu swallowed hard.
“I know it’s hard, adjusting to this place,” he continued. “You’ve had to survive here without magic, without family, without answers. And you’ve done it all without a safety net.”
His voice wavered.
“Perhaps I should’ve given you one sooner.”
Yuu stared at him. Crowley’s eyes, usually behind his mask, were steady.
“Can I show you something?” he asked.
He led them to a storage room near the staff quarters. There, behind old uniforms and spell books, was a small chest. He opened it.
Inside were journals.
Dozens of them, worn at the edges.
“I wrote these when I was your age. A long, long, long.... long time ago.” he said quietly.
“When I didn’t understand the world, or my place in it. When I thought maybe… the world would be better off without me.”
Yuu’s breath caught.
“You’re not weak for needing help,” he said, turning to them. “You’re wise for accepting it.”
From then on, when he saw them anxious in a hallway, he didn’t sweep them away with flair.
He’d tap their shoulder, whisper, “There’s tea in my office. Let’s get some air.”
And on days when Yuu couldn’t speak at all, Crowley would sit beside them in silence. No mask. Just himself.
In time, Yuu came to understand that even the loudest voices sometimes scream just to be heard.
And Crowley?
He’d make sure Yuu never had to scream alone again.
It started with a quiet knock on the side door of Mystery Shop one evening after lights-out.
“Hey, little imp,” he said without turning around“Didn’t expect you tonight.”
But when Yuu stepped inside, their energy wasn’t curious about the items. It was heavy.
Sam finally looked over, smile fading as he saw their eyes red rimmed, hands tucked in their sleeves.
“Something happened?”
“I relapsed.”
Sam didn’t recoil, didn’t gasp.
He just set down the crystal orb he’d been polishing and stepped out from behind the counter.
“Come sit,” he said gently, guiding them to the little seating nook near the incense shelf. “Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” Yuu whispered. “I just—Grim told the others, and everyone’s being kind, but I feel like I’m broken again. Like I failed.”
Sam reached over and pulled a tiny wooden box from a shelf behind him.
“Know what this is?” he asked, resting it in their lap.
Yuu shook their head.
“This box came from a spirit walker in the Scalding Sands. It’s over four hundred years old,” Sam explained. “Used to carry healing charms, notes of love, little promises folks made to themselves when they were hurting.”
He opened it slowly.
Inside were slips of folded paper—some new, some brittle with age.
Sam added one more—his own. He held it out to Yuu.
“Write one. Anything you want. Doesn’t have to be big. Could be: ‘I want to breathe tomorrow.’ Or: ‘I want to see the sun.’”
Yuu stared, then shakily took the pen.
After a long pause, they wrote:
“I want to believe I’ll be okay again.”
Sam tucked it inside the box, sealed it, and whispered, “Now it’s kept safe. No refunds, no backsies. That promise is real now.”
Yuu smiled weakly.
From that night forward, Sam always had a space open at the back of the shop.
If Yuu was overwhelmed in class, they’d sometimes find a handmade “delivery” waiting in their dorm room: a spell charm for calm dreams, a candle, or a simple note that read:
“Healing ain’t linear. But I’ve seen how stubborn you are. You’ll get there.”
Professor Trein stood at the front, chalk still in hand, yet his eyes had wandered from the blackboard.
He watched Yuu—slumped at their desk, shoulders taut, eyes unfocused. Not bored. Not distracted. Disassociated.
Lucius had already leapt from his desk perch and was weaving around Yuu’s chair. Trein set the chalk down.
“Yuu,” he said calmly, “Could you assist me in the archive room for a moment?”
There was no reason to doubt the request. It was casual enough.
No alarm in his tone. No heads turned. Yuu nodded numbly, rising without protest as the class barely took notice.
Trein’s pace was slow as he led them to a quiet hall—far from noise.
He closed the door behind them.
“Would you like to sit?” he offered, pulling out a chair from a reading desk.
Yuu did. But their gaze remained lowered.
Trein sat across from them, hands folded.
“There are lessons one cannot find in any curriculum,” he began, “Lessons about how to exist in a world that often refuses to make space for our pain.”
Silence.
“You don’t need to speak right away. I only ask that you listen.”
Yuu nodded once—just enough to let him know they were still with him.
“I’ve seen the signs,” he said. “The trembling. The vacant stares. The way your hands fidget when you believe no one is watching.”
“I want you to know I do not pity you. Pity can be shallow and cruel. What I feel is respect.”
Yuu looked up, confused.
“It takes strength to face each day knowing you’re at war with your own thoughts. It takes courage to survive when the world you knew has been torn from you and replaced with a place that doesn’t always feel real.”
Trein continued, “Grim came to me out of concern. And I assure you, Yuu… there is no shame in stumbling during recovery. Only in believing you must do it alone.”
Lucius jumped into Yuu’s lap then, curling up. Yuu slowly let a hand drift to stroke his back.
Trein gave a faint smile.
“Even Lucius knows who needs grounding.”
He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bound notebook—aged but blank.
“This is for you. Write what hurts. What confuses you. Or write nothing at all. You may tear out the pages, burn them, or never show a soul. But sometimes, the mind cannot quiet until its burdens are given a place to rest.”
Yuu took it gently.
Down the road, Trein never hovered. But he always noticed.
If Yuu’s answers in class were shorter than usual, he’d adjust the lesson pace. If he saw their breathing stutter when voices around grew loud, he’d assign a solo reading task and lead the others elsewhere—shielding them with normalcy.
“Oi! You’re not gettin’ out of PE that easy!”
Yuu had hoped to sneak past the training field.
But Vargas spotted them with that hawk gaze of his and jogged over, waving enthusiastically.
They braced for a lecture about attendance, but he paused as he got closer.
“You okay?” he asked—less gruffly than usual.
Yuu tried to shrug it off, but Vargas tilted his head.
“I know I ain’t always the most gentle guy. But I do notice when one of my students looks like they’re carryin’ a boulder on their back.”
He crossed his arms.
“You wanna go for a walk?”
Yuu blinked. “You’re not gonna make me run laps?”
“Nope. Today we walk. Slowly. No sweat.”
So they did—around the track, where Vargas usually shouted drills.
His voice was calm, explaining how, even in physical training, injuries sometimes come from inside.
“Used to have a friend back in my rookie days,” he said. “Tough guy. Strong as hell. But he had demons in his head that none of us could see.”
He glanced at Yuu.
“Pain ain’t just broken bones and bruises. You can be fightin’ for your life, and no one will know unless they look close enough.”
Yuu swallowed. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“You didn’t,” Vargas said, dead serious. “You’re still standin’. You showed up today. That takes guts.”
They stopped near the bleachers, and Vargas handed them something—a pair of weight gloves.
“These are yours now, not for lifting. Not for workouts. Just a reminder. You’re stronger than you think.”
From then on, Vargas kept an eye on them.
If Yuu’s breathing quickened during group drills, he’d subtly call a “water break.” If they looked spaced out, he’d shout, “Hey! Wanna time me on the sprint?”
this shit is from like 2024 ( the pic ) but i wanted 2 do it anyway because i thought it was fun and wanted 2 make something since i havent drawn FOREEVEERRRRUHH
so I absolutely LOVED “the sunshine you are”, it got me to thinking what about the Z4 casts reactions to meeting black cat!reader for first time?? Like maybe they just don’t get MK and reader together but then they see and are like “yeah, it works”???
It All Make Sense
Pairing: Mekonnen Knife x Black Cat reader!
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: Fluff
Requests: Open
A/N: I'm happy, you loved the sunshine you are and I love writing the black cat x golden retriever trope.
The thing about MK was that he never really told the cast much about you. Not because he was hiding you, but because MK was private — a soft-spoken, slightly mysterious guy who liked to keep certain things just for himself.
So when word got around that “MK’s girlfriend is visiting the set”, the cast got curious.
Malachi had been the most vocal about it in the greenroom earlier that morning.
“I’m telling you, there’s no way she’s real. He’s been hiding her from us for months.”
Milo had just laughed. “What if she’s like the exact opposite of him? That’d be hilarious.”
“Or,” Freya chimed in with a smirk,
“what if she’s exactly like him? Double the mystery. Double the silence.”
By lunch, everyone was buzzing with theories. That’s when you showed up.
You walked onto set with this outfit. Your hair framed your face in a way that made your sharp eyes stand out — feline, observant, like you were constantly calculating the world around you.
The room seemed to still for a second. Not because you were flashy, but because your presence was quietly magnetic.
You spotted MK across the room before anyone could point him out. He’d been leaning against a wall, his script in hand, but the way his face lit up when he saw you — the relaxed grin, the warmth that immediately softened his posture — that was the first sign to the cast that there was more to this story.
“Hey, trouble,” you murmured when you reached him, your voice low but teasing.
“Hey, bad luck,” he shot back, his grin widening.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders like it was second nature, tucking you against him.
The group exchanged looks.
Kylee, whispering to Chandler
“I thought she was gonna be scary…
but that was… cute?”
Chandler raising a brow
“Yeah, I kinda get it now. That was weirdly soft.”
The introductions began.
Meg stepped forward first, bright smile ready. “Hi! I’m Meg, it’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard nothing about you, by the way, so I’m dying to know—”You chuckled. “That sounds like him.”
MK just smirked. “I like my privacy.”
Malachi was next, leaning against a table with a lopsided grin. “So… you’re the girlfriend.”
“The girlfriend,” you confirmed dryly. “You must be Malachi — the guy who didn’t think I existed.”
He froze, then laughed. “Okay… she’s good. I get it now.”
Over the next hour, the cast watched you two interact — the small things they’d never expected:
You catching MK’s hoodie sleeve when he walked off too quickly without you.
Him quietly making sure you had a chair beside him when they all sat down for a break.
You leaning over to fix the way his necklace sat, and him not even flinching like it was routine.
Sway, sitting back in his seat, murmured to Julian,“It’s like… she’s not sunshine-y, but she’s his sunshine, y’know?”
Julian nodded slowly. “Yeah. They fit. Like… perfectly.”
By the end of the day, all the confusion was gone.
Freya summed it up best, watching you and MK quietly sharing a granola bar between takes:
“I didn’t get it before. But now? Yeah, it works. They’re like… the black cat and the quiet moon.”
And Milo, ever the loudest in the room, called out from across the set:
“Alright, MK, you win. She’s cool. You two are disgustingly adorable in your dark, mysterious way.”
You just smirked, leaning against MK.
MK glanced down at you, his voice low so only you could hear:
Hii hope it's not too much but I loved your GUTS story the malachi one. I was hoping you could make a part 2. You can do whatever you want with I just loved it so much I need more
ahhh thank you for the request lovely, im so glad you loved it so of course ill do a part two, welcome to guts (spilled)
GUTS (SPILLED)
past!malachi barton x fem! reader, mekonnen knife x fem!reader
after you had put out guts, people began to notice the fact that you and mk were alot closer than you pretended to be. he commented on every single one of your posts, he reposted all of your posts, he put all of your posts on his story, he came to three of your shows on tour just because he could. he did everything in his power to make sure people knew how much he basically adored you. alot of people noticed it and thought that it was weird that you would have a thing with your exs friend.
funny when malachi and malia ended up getting together and she was your friend first but you digressed. you ignored the comments and the accusations because you believed that you should never believe something you see on the internet even if someone tells you to believe it. if theres a million hints, even if theres a million reasons to believe it. you should let people come out about it before you accuse them and you always made that clear.
however you had began to start working on the guts deluxe while you were on tour. you didn't say anything about it but the shirts you wore on tour hinted at the work on the deluxe. the song lyrics, hints at things that only people would get if they were staring at you. it made you giggle but you kept it all to yourself until the end of the tour. it was the final show of the tour and you stood on the stage with your dancers.
you had just finished singing lacy, your dancers stood around you as you stood there with your guitar. it was always hard singing lacy, you were reminded of malia and just how hard it was to lose your friendship over a guy who didn't matter in the end.
"how we doing, los angelos?" you asked into the mic and even though you had just finished singing one of the sadder songs on the album, the crowd still cheered at the top of their lungs for you.
"wo im glad, its never easy singing that song. sadly tonight is the final tonight of the guts world tour but! but i have some good news. you guys wanna hear it?" you questioned and they cheered again. you smiled as the screen behind you lit up with guts (spilled) out friday. then you held a sign in your hand with the same words.
"a little bit crazy isnt it? alright alright, lets get back into it. this is love is embarassing" you exclaimed, the lights went dark. the band started up again and you were singing and dancing on the stage again as the fans sang along with you. at the end of the show, you opened your phone and saw the posts but one more specifically stood out to you
@mekennonknife: so so proud of this girl for finishing out the guts tour. be sure to stream guts (spilled) out on friday!!
you smiled as you saw the post and you texted him
my fav girl: you know you're making this very obvious
bloodsucker (the good kind) : making what obvious?
my fav girl: mk...
bloodsucker (the good kind): right right okay but its not like its a secret, people already know and when the guts deluxe comes out with the song you wrote about me...
my fav girl: yeah okay, whatever
bloodsucker (the good kind): mhm, love you
my fav girl: love you too
you exclaimed before you put your phone down and fell asleep on the tour bus heading back to your home. the next week flew by quickly and it was finally friday. you sat there watching as guts (spilled) was put out and you posted something for it
@y/n.coded: oh hello! guts (spilled) is now yours, i hope you like it!! and yes, they are about my exes, GOOD NIGHT
@y/nupdates: obsessed... oh i know what you are
@user: guys do we think its a queer song?
@user15: lowkey yeah, the way she speaks about the girl (no idea who it is) but its easily gay
@user: THANK YOU MAMA, am i wrong to say it feels like its from malias perspective?
@user14: oh shit, wait a fucking second...
@lucilleluchi: oh shit she cooked
@applebottomjeans : girl ive always been shocked me, i didn't know you could pull a country twang out of you but mama you did it, and you did it good. "i get down with crooked men" malachi barton im looking at you
@freyaskye: fun fact guys i was there when she wrote scared of my guitar, i had to force her to pick up her guitar and write the words because she was genuinely scared
@y/n.coded: and thank you my girl because i adore the song more then anything
@frey/nsbaby: "my girl" who needs malia and y/n when we have freya and y/n?
@user: can we stop making it about her and malia? im sure it doesn't help her seeing her name all the time
@lovergirl: you, user are the love of my life because i just want to protect y/n and not focus on the pain malachi and malia caused her.
@kyliecantrall: you absolute sunshine beautiful amazingly talented girl, im so proud of you for writing these songs and pouring yourself into an album and bearing yourself to the world. i know it wasn't easy but you did so good. always on your side mama
@y/n.coded: and i, you my love
@dararenee: so can i just crawl into a pit and cry? what the hell did you put into stranger?
@y/n.coded: months of sadness and despair
@joshuacolley: you're so dark and tortured, kiss me
@y/n.coded: omw
@maliabaker: can you answer my texts? i know you're mad and hurt, you have every right to be. i miss you my sunshine girl, please text me back
@user: oh the groveling, the yearning, malia baker i fear im on her side
@user15: is it bad i want her to forgive her? like i know she fucked up but their friendship shouldn't be ruined over a mediocre man like malachi barton
@mollymay: user15 you clocked
@mekonnenknife: i wonder who so american is about...
@worldscollideupdates: OH SHUT THE FUCK UP
@user: IS THIS REAL? IS HE SERIOUS?
@y/n.lovebot: GUYS SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND, ARE WE SEEING MKY/N IN REAL LIFE?
@lucilleluchi: SHE WROTE HER FIRST LOVE SONG ABOUT MK, THEY HIT THE PENTAGON
you laughed reading the comments and finally decided to post about it
@y/n.coded: oh hello boyfriend of mine... god this is SO AMERICAN
@mekonnenknife: hello girlfriend of mine, youre so american
@freyaskye: hard launch of the year
@kyliecantrall: we all cheered
@dararenee: just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot
@user: guys...i just saw some girl fall to her knees in a walmart parking lot
@user15: shut up twin, me too
@joshuacolley: funny i did the same thing
@malachibarton: happy for you two
@maliabaker: wait, this is so cute
you shook your head at the comments and the post you made before you smiled and saw mk posted something too.
@mekonnenknife: hello girlfriend of mine, the hard launch no one expected. THIS IS SO AMERICAN
he disabled the comments for the two of you but your relationship was out and you were happy. you had mk, you were forgetting about malachi and you were happier than ever. so much for spilling your guts
"I'm transferring," he'd said, and Edgar started and stared at him. He was used to fear, in this dream, of when the hammer would come down and he'd have to take a final he had no idea how to pass, when he'd have to tell his grandmother what he'd done, but this filled him with an entirely new and much deeper fear, something that made his stomach drop.
"Transferring where?" Edgar said. Scriabin turned to look at him, and Edgar saw himself in his glasses, with a dumb look of disbelief on his face.
"You're never going to see me again," Scriabin said in response. Edgar reached out, automatically, to touch him, and his hand went right through him.
Imagine I did this for the Vargas anniversary omg
this was actually a Birthday gift for @disposal-blueeee love youuu, sorry for being too lazy to post it
BUT LET'S JUST PRETEND THIS WAS FOR THE ANNIVERSARY,!! I drew it almost the same day anyways lol
@zarla-s
