Hay so I saw that you requesters are open and wanted to ask if you could do
the overblots boys x reader (platonic) between the ages of 12-14
realizing yuu's real age (they thought that Yuu was 16)
there really angry with Crowley for giving so much things for a child to handle
and after that they become really protection over yuu please and thank you
(I'm really sorry if it's too long it's my first time requesting some thing)
a/n: thanks for ordering! I actually absolutely love the idea of a young Yuu going through all these horrors actually
warnings: mentions of malnourishment, child employment(??somewhat?), child neglect this is a platonic fanfic
wc: 2.4k
The realization did not come with a dramatic revelation, but rather a quiet, devastating observation. Riddle had been reviewing the Ramshackle Dorm’s meager budget, intending to scold Yuu for a minor clerical error, when he noticed the prefect trying to reach a high shelf in the lounge. They looked so impossibly small, their oversized, hand-me-down uniform swallowing their frame. When Riddle pressed for their official enrollment documentation—demanding to know why their magical aptitude scores and basic vitals were missing from the Heartslabyul archives—Yuu casually admitted that back home, they hadn't even finished middle school. They were twelve, turning thirteen.
The color drained entirely from Riddle’s face, replaced swiftly by a suffocating, blinding rage. A child. A literal child had been tasked with subduing his own lethal, ink-fueled rampage, forced to clean up the messes of a school full of volatile mages while living in a rotting, ghost-infested ruin on a diet of stale bread and canned soup.
Riddle’s magic flared, the air around him crackling with the dangerous aura of Off With Your Head! as he vowed to march straight to the Headmage's office and demand Crowley's execution, or at least his permanent expulsion from society.
Yuu, terrified not of Crowley’s fate but of Riddle popping a blood vessel, desperately grabbed the hem of his cloak. They pleaded with him, pointing out that throwing a tantrum or getting expelled for assault wouldn't fix their living situation, and that violence never truly solved anything. Reluctantly, Riddle forced his magic down, breathing heavily as he smoothed his jacket. But the fury did not vanish; it simply redirected itself. From that afternoon forward, Yuu was no longer allowed to manage their own life. Riddle personally oversaw their daily schedule, showing up at Ramshackle with freshly baked, nutrient-dense tarts and a strict, unyielding mandate that Yuu was to do absolutely no heavy lifting, campus chores, or dangerous exterminations ever again.
Leona had always known the herbivore was scrawny, but he had assumed it was just a consequence of coming from a world without magic, or perhaps just miserable genetics. It wasn't until Yuu fell asleep on the lounge sofa in Savanaclaw—curled into a ball so tiny they barely took up a single cushion—that Leona’s sharp beastman senses picked up on the truth. He listened to the steady, fragile rhythm of their heartbeat and noted the distinct, heartbreaking scent of mild malnutrition that he usually only smelled in the poorest sectors of the Sunset Savannah.
When Yuu woke up, Leona casually dragged the truth out of them with a few pointed questions about their life before Twisted Wonderland. When the number twelve dropped from their mouth, Leona stopped breathing for a fraction of a second.
The lazy, indifferent facade he wore like armor shattered instantly. A low, irrtated sigh was the only thing that managed to come out. That feathered bastard Crowley had literal royalty at his school, yet he was using a starving, pre-teen cub as a glorified, unpaid handyman to fix life-threatening magical crises. Leona stood up, his eyes flashing a dangerous, predatory green, fully intending to turn Dire Crowley into actual dust beneath his boots.
Yuu, sensing the imminent demise of the Headmage, jumped in front of the door, spreading their arms wide. They argued that if Leona turned Crowley to ash, Night Raven College would lose its funding, Ramshackle would be demolished, and besides, answering negligence with bloodshed wouldn't make the cafeteria food taste any better.
Leona stared down at the cub, clicked his tongue in supreme irritation, and sat back down. He didn't go after Crowley, but he made sure the bird paid in other ways. Ruggie was immediately given a permanent assignment: ensure Yuu was fed three square, meat-heavy meals a day from the Savanaclaw kitchen.
It was a standard inventory audit that blew the secret wide open. Azul was reviewing the Mostro Lounge’s payroll and supply requests when he noticed Yuu’s handwriting on a casual labor contract they had signed to earn a few extra madols. The handwriting was neat, but the signature was distinctly juvenile. Out of sheer curiosity, Azul ran a comprehensive background check through his various information networks, only to find a shocking discrepancy in the age Yuu had offhandedly given during their first week. They weren't sixteen; they were barely twelve.
Azul’s teacup shattered against the saucer, hot liquid spilling across his pristine desk, unheeded. For a businessman who prided himself on fair trades and calculated risks, this was a grotesque violation of every moral and legal standard he possessed. Crowley had signed a contract of guardianship with a child under the guise of an educational scholarship, only to starve them and force them into lethal combat with Overblotted students to protect the school's reputation.
Azul’s eyes darkened, a cold, calculating fury washing over him as he immediately began drafting a legal and magical blackmail campaign designed to completely ruin Crowley’s life, strip him of his assets, and leave him destitute.
Yuu, seeing the terrifying glint in Azul’s eyes and the sheer volume of cursed parchment he was conjuring, gently placed a hand over his. They told him that destroying the Headmage via a massive legal war would only bring unwanted ministry attention to Ramshackle, and that ruining a life out of spite didn't actually help anyone.
Azul took a deep breath, adjusting his glasses as he forced his composure back into place. He agreed to hold his legal fire, but the dynamic changed instantly. Yuu's contract at the Lounge was immediately torn up, replaced by a VIP status that ensured they were given the finest, most nutritionally complete meals the lounge had to offer, completely free of charge. Furthermore, Azul deployed Floyd and Jade as a permanent, terrifying pair of bodyguards, ensuring no one ever took advantage of the "Mostro Lounge's protected junior associate" again.
As the person who practically ran Scarabia’s logistics(As well as Kalim’s health and well-being), Jamil was hyper-aware of health, diet, and physical stamina. He had invited Yuu over under the pretense of helping them study, but when he watched them struggle to chop a simple vegetable—their wrists visibly thin and lacking the basic muscle density of a teenager—he grew suspicious. Jamil pulled out a medical diagnostic charm, standard for checking the well-being of the Scarabia students, and cast it under the guise of a routine check. The results made his stomach drop: the bone density and physical development indicators perfectly matched a child of twelve or thirteen, compounded by clear signs of dietary neglect.
The revelation hit Jamil like a physical blow. All his life, he had been forced to mature early to protect Kalim, but he had still been given food, shelter, and a clear role. Crowley had abandoned an actual child in a dilapidated house, expecting them to solve ancient curses on an empty stomach.
A dark, dangerous anger settled over Jamil, the kind of quiet, suffocating fury that usually preceded an absolute meltdown. He began to plan a highly sophisticated, untraceable poison cocktail that would make Crowley suffer a very long, very painful bout of "sudden illness."
Yuu, seeing the terrifyingly blank, focused look on Jamil’s face, immediately grabbed his arm. They begged him to stop, pointing out that solving problems with poisons and manipulation had nearly ruined his own life during the holidays, and that violence and revenge would only create a cycle of misery.
Jamil stared at the child, the raw honesty in their eyes piercing through his anger. He sighed, rubbing his temples, and put the vials away. He wouldn't kill the Headmage, but he would completely hijack Yuu's life for their own good. From that day on, Jamil personally prepared bento boxes packed with vitamins and proteins, sending them to Ramshackle daily, and kept a hyper-vigilant eye on Yuu, treating them with the protective intensity of a guardian older brother who refused to let another child suffer under his watch.
The truth came to light during a mandatory skincare and posture assessment Vil insisted on conducting for all the dorm leaders and the prefect. Vil had been analyzing Yuu’s facial structure and skin elasticity to recommend a proper regimen, but the data simply didn't make sense for a sixteen-year-old. The collagen levels, the dental development, and the clear signs of stunted growth from a sudden drop in nutrition all pointed to one horrific conclusion: Yuu was a pre-pubescent child, barely thirteen years old.
Vil’s perfect composure shattered entirely. His mirror cracked from the sheer pressure of his sudden, spike in magical energy. The absolute audacity of that feathered charlatan, Dire Crowley, to parade a literal child around as an equal peer, exposing them to toxic blot, physical trauma, and leaving them to waste away in a drafty, unheated dorm with sub-par sustenance!
Vil’s eyes burned with a lethal, regal fury. He gripped his magical pen, his mind instantly racing toward a public, utterly devastating exposure campaign that would dismantle Crowley’s reputation in the media, followed by a curse that would make the Headmage’s skin rot from the inside out.
Yuu, terrified by the sheer, imposing majesty of Vil’s wrath, stepped between him and the door, holding onto his immaculate robes. They looked up at him with wide eyes, pleading that a public scandal or a violent curse wouldn't make their life any easier, and that reacting with hatred would only ugly the soul.
Vil stopped, looking down at the small, earnest child holding his hem. The word ugly struck a chord. He took a long, steadying breath, letting his magic dissipate. He wouldn't stoop to Crowley’s level of ugly behavior, but he would take control. Vil immediately had Pomefiore’s finest tailors create a custom, perfectly fitting wardrobe for Yuu, infused with warming and protective charms. He established a strict, gourmet dietary plan rich in necessary nutrients, and declared that if Yuu so much as picked up a broom on campus again, Vil would hold the entire school faculty legally accountable.
Idia found out entirely by accident through a routine scan conducted by Ortho. Yuu had visited the Ignihyde workshop to return some borrowed tech, and Ortho’s internal bioscanners automatically logged their vitals into the mainframe. When Idia looked at the data overlay on his monitors later that evening, a massive red warning flag popped up: Subject age: 12.6 years. Warning: Caloric intake insufficient for optimal growth phase.
Idia froze, his blue hair flaring into a brilliant, panicked light blue flame. He stared at the screen, his social anxiety completely overwritten by absolute, unfiltered horror. He was a shut-in, sure, but even he knew the basic rules of society. Crowley had sent a middle-schooler—an actual, tiny NPC child—to fight high-level Overblot bosses, all while leaving them with zero budget, living in a house that looked like a survival-horror map, and eating literal garbage.
Idia’s fingers flew across his keyboard, his face twisted in a look of pure malice as he began overriding the school’s security protocols. He was going to hack Crowley’s bank accounts, leak his browser history to the magic ministry, and program a fleet of combat drones to carpet-bomb the Headmage’s office with heavy-duty plasma fire.
Yuu, who had been waiting for their tech, saw the monitors flashing red with targeting coordinates and quickly grabbed Idia’s hands off the keyboard. They reminded him that cyber-terrorism and drone strikes wouldn't fix their lack of groceries, and that using violence to solve problems just made everything more chaotic. Idia blinked, looking down at the tiny hands covering his own, his flames dying down to a subdued, nervous blue. He grumbled, cursing under his breath, but aborted the sequence. He didn't bomb Crowley, but he did weaponize his tech for Yuu's benefit. He immediately automated a drone delivery service that dropped off high-calorie, nutritious meal kits to Ramshackle three times a day, and modified Ortho’s programming to include a permanent "Protect Yuu" protocol, effectively giving the prefect a hovering, high-tech guardian angel wherever they went.
Malleus discovered the truth during one of his nightly strolls around the Ramshackle Dorm. He had found Yuu sitting on the porch, wrapped in a thin, threadbare blanket, looking up at the stars. When Malleus sat beside them, he noticed how fragile they seemed against the night air. Humans were already short-lived, delicate creatures in his eyes, but when he subtly extended his fae senses to gauge their life force, he realized with a shock that their spiritual and physical development was that of a child who had not even reached their second decade—they were barely twelve cycles old.
The air around the abandoned dorm grew instantly freezing, the grass beneath Malleus’s boots turning to frost as a terrible, ancient pressure descended upon the valley. A child. A human fledgling had been ripped from their nest, brought to a strange world, and forced to endure the terrifying wrath of corrupted mages, all while the supposed "guardian" of this institution left them to starve in a broken and run down place like Ramshackle. Malleus’s eyes glowed with a terrifying, draconic green fire. He stood up, the sky above darkening with sudden, thunderous storm clouds as he prepared to fly directly to Crowley’s quarters and tear the roof off, showing the bird the true meaning of a dragon’s wrath.
Yuu, feeling the immense, crushing weight of Malleus’s anger, threw their arms around his waist, clinging to him with all their might. They looked up into his burning eyes, begging him to calm down, crying out that causing a massive storm and destroying the school wouldn't bring them home, and that violence never truly solved anything.
Malleus looked down at the small child clinging to his torso, their warmth a stark contrast to his icy fury. The storm clouds slowly dissipated, the thunder fading into a soft rumble. He knelt down, wrapping his heavy cloak around Yuu’s small shoulders. He would spare the Headmage for now, solely because his child-friend asked it of him. But from that moment on, Malleus’s presence became a permanent fixture in Yuu’s life. He ensured that the kitchens of Diasomnia provided the finest delicacies for the child daily, and made it known to the entire valley of thorns—and Night Raven College—that anyone who dared to overburden or neglect the fledgling prefect would answer directly to the future King of Briar Valley.
gosh this request was perfect, literally perfect, I have nothing to say- its making me want to make a younger Yuu oc just like this.
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