Elisrants Proud S(hr)imp

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Scar: why are you even talking to this lowlife mutt? I know about 100 better options for you and they all begin with L and end with eona Kingscholar

Yuu: Scar…with all due respect as one of the revered Great seven….

Shut UP! I’m ordering me and Grims meal right now!!!

Scar: I’m just saying! Look at that Prince and tell me that he isn’t just the Beastman version of me! Not to mention that him calling you herbivore makes you blush, at least a little! Honestly you couldn’t find a better suitor if you tried Prefect!

Yuu: You know what? Yeah! I’m gonna ask him out at his next spell drive tournament! (Lying)

Scar: Atta’ prefect! Now make sure that you continue my legacy of greatness with-

Yuu: *already tuning out scar in favor of the meal they just got from the “lowlife mutt”*

Somewhere in the Botanical gardens, Leona’s ears almost flew off his head with how quickly they perked up, again because of the magic telepathic ability of “Desperate for Prefect”

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(I wonder how you could tell Ursula’s one of my favorites)

Ursula: Honestly prefect! I may be a benevolent witch of the sea, but I’m not so benevolent as to have no standards! I mean look at that poor sea squirt and tell me he could provide half as much stability that dearest Azul of yours could!

Yuu: Ursula…sweetheart…I’m literally working at Sam’s right now- to get fancy tuna for Grim…and you mean to tell me that Azul would want to date me beyond using my literal home as collateral!

Ursula: Dear…I know that those land dwellers may have changed your standards in men, but your body language alone is better than your voice! (Compliment? By Ursula’s standards, yes) Why wouldn’t Azul want to date you? Besides, as a dweller of the sea myself, I am well acquainted with Octo-mer courting customs! And dear, why Azul may have already asked you to marry him at this point, at least with all the hints he has been dropping!

Ursula: Now! Go get that Rich Octo-mer housewarden and show him what exactly he fell for!

Yuu: Ursula…I cordially invite you to my wedding with Azul (lying?)

Ursula: *wiping a single tear rolling down her cheek,* mumbling “they grow up so fast 😔”

Azuls three hearts start beating like crazy! His prefect attracted to him meter is going off the rails! Maybe now he can prove to Jade, and Floyd, that they don’t need to steal his beloved shrimpy to show their mom

—- Bonus

Georgina has already arranged for the prefect to have a lovely underwater dinner with her and her husband, discussing their plans for the prefects wedding to their sons, Ursula now has some serious wingman compitition

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Jafar: Prefect, I may be a lowly royal vizier, but I can see that the Viper boy is quite…how shall we say- enamored with you

Yuu: Jafar, why do you think that? Jamil literally has so much on his plate it would be impossible to even look at me for 2 seconds before having to take care of Kalim again, let alone being ‘enamored’ with me as you say!

Jafar: well, believe it, because with the amount of times Jamil has cooked for you, regardless of that buffoon Kalims antics, would make any student of Night Raven swoon.

Yuu:…I mean- he does make really good food! And his sister Najma is literally my best friend besides grim…You know what I think I will attempt to ‘court’ him as you would say Jafar! (Lying???)

*In the Scarabia Kitchen Kalim’s curry almost got burnt, because Jamil’s “prefect is talking about me in a good way” sensors were going off.*

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Evil Queen: Prefect? Is that ugly potato trying to make you swoon when you already have eyes for Vil?! Because I wasn’t not one of the great seven for nothing- should this potato ever attempt anything that you are uncomfortable with then he will experience firsthand my notoriety with poisons!

Yuu: no need to worry Evil Queen, I have this guy handled, but if you wanna use your almighty powers on anyone, could you please tell Crowley to give me a bigger budget? I can barely afford living on my own, let alone with Grim!

Evil Queen: My dearest Spudling! Why ask for more money from that incompetent Crow, when you have the ever so beautifully generous Vil Schoenheit right in front of you! Practically peacocking his abilities and beauty to you, so that you may notice him, and provide him with an oppurtunity to woo you!

Yuu: you know, I actually don’t think that dating Vil would be that bad, granted I would have to give up my favorite junk food, but I feel like with Vil, theres some things worth giving up, for someone that you are speaking so highly of my Queen! (Lying?????)

Evil Queen: That’s right Spudling! Now go ‘bag’ as the current generation would say it, that Vil!

*Vil’s hand tightens around the brush he was using to apply his makeup, his “prefect picking up my signals”…well, signals…were maxing out, red alarms blaring in the background as his grip harshly tightens even more around the brush, breaking the delicate thing before Vil sets it down and called for Rook.

…

Vil’s huntsman may want to further investigate the lovely prefects love interests.*

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Hades: What in the Cerberus! That tech whizz loser seriously just tried to flirt with you and it’s not even halftime yet!

Yuu: Hades, that was my PC tech, one of the games I play with Idia seriously crashes my computer, so I had it checked out!

Hades: That doesn’t excuse those goo-goo eyes he was making at ya’! I could practically feel the chills down my spine and I’m made of fire!

Yuu: yeah you’re right…he was kinda giving me the creeps…and Idia would’ve fixed my PC for free too…ughhhh now I spent all my money for nothing…!

Hades: Hey kid! Don’t look now but I think my descendent that is filthy rich and loves that little chaos gremlin of yours, wants to date you! Not to mention Idia has a really nice younger brother! And he also has a fantastic…

(Hades starts clicking a skull pen and checking a notepad he pulled out of nowhere, before using the pen to scratch out a bunch of suggestions. “Diet, Sleep schedule, self care, touching grass, exercise, mental health” to name a few, are scribbled out, before hades finally says)

He has a fantastic ego when he wins a video game match, oh! And he can also doxx your enemies, but details schmeetails!

Yuu: this one- I choose this one!

*Idia somewhere in his labyrinth starts to flush pink all the way to the roots of his hair, stuttering something to Ortho about the prefect already having Idias romance route fully uncapped, all they had to do is unlock the right dialogue options, to get a SSR event with Idia in the romance department!*

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Maleficent: Small human, not to add on to what that grass haired loudmouth (Sebek) is already stating, but do you truly believe that Malleus is not the best fit for someone such as yourself?

Yuu: No I really like Malleus, the issue is that I think he is far too out of my league. I mean he is the sole heir not only to the Draconian bloodline, but also Briar Valley! Why would he ever want a magic-less human, otherworldly human like myself?

Maleficent: My dearest, do you not realize the way in which he gazes upon you so fondly? That his nightly visits to Ramshackle are not of pure coincidence, and that he yearns for your caress of skin against his body, as he yearningly reaches out his hand for you to take, on those moonlit nights?

Yuu:…I didnt realize that Malleus is…in love…with me…?! Oh no! I guess that means I’ll have no other choice but to start officially courting him with Lilia’s consent. (Not Lying)

*Malleus’ fae ears start twitching as he feels the radio waves being sent school wide by all the housewardens, oddly enough saying the same thing, “I feel the prefect talking about me”…oh…he sees…so…the others are vying for your hand as well…and this experience of the Prefect talking about them isn’t something Malleus alone has experienced…*

The Great Seven eventually have a meeting, in which they all agree, on students that they are fond of (Overblotters), taking “turns” with the prefect!

That way the prefect can make a decision for themself on who they will date, from the Seven eligible bachelorettes, hand picked by the great seven themselves!

So prefect…

What path…or who…will you choose?

Never before was he thankful for his status as a ghost, haunting the ruins of the Palace he failed to take over, but with your arrival, he might just change his mind on that whole ghost thing.

When you arrived with your Family to Inherit the Palace after winning a battle for the abandoned place, it’s like his whole world was shifted. Not only were you gorgeous, but you were also second born.

Leona understands your struggles, you both are brilliant minds, shut down by your own family because of the order you were born. So Leona does what he does best, he strategizes how to win over your heart in the afterlife. Leona has to have you, you two are the same and he needs to own your heart for himself.

Now all he needs to do is get you to enter his room, so he can follow you…

Leona starts to appear on your bed on those freezing Savanah nights, to sleep curled up next to you like he isn’t a monster under your bed. But not before he whispers in your ear about the disgraced second princes room. Up the stairs to the left, the door with all the blood soaked stains and scratch marks. He whispers of all the hidden knowledge of lost civilizations stored in that forbidden room, of all the brilliant military strategies that could supply a lifetime of victories to your poor, politically irrelevant family…

‘Just one peek’ is easy to say to yourself when you’ve been having the most convincing dreams of that room lately. The banged up brass doorknob practically screaming for you to ‘just twist it… just a little’. Finally mustering up your courage, you enter the room and look around. If there were any doubts about a battle happening in the palace before, then whomever had those doubts should come to the second princes room. There is torn up furniture everywhere, the claw marks deep and serrated litter the furniture scattered about like scars of the past. There is a chair with the cushioning peeking out, white fluffy softness corrupted with the satin of blood, the bed is cracked in multiple places, one of the canopy posts cracked in like somebody was throw at it. The curtains are torn and decaying, the concrete of the walls chipping away, like a subtle suggestion of all the layers that this palace of stone and dirt holds in its dark history.

You walk around the room, looking for nothing in particular, when a certain book catches your eye, it’s not prominent in the way that shouts glitter and sparkles, if anything it’s possibly the most basic book in the room. However the isolation of it, is what steals your attention. Whereas all the other books are neatly lined in a shelf by alphabetical order, from what you can make out of the titles, this line book lays delicately atop the broken and splintered bed, like a grim fairytale to be read to the dead prince. Approaching the bed, being mindful of the cracked tile and musty carpets, you gingerly pick up the dusty book. The cover is tattered and peeling at the edges, and the metal corner covers are now tarnished to a filthy brown, the pages are bug eaten and slightly damp, the smell coming off of it is not one of dusty old pages that you normally find comfort in, but that of metallic rotted blood. The stench catches your nose before anything else registers, such as the sudden creaking of the curtain rods, or the eerie crackly music box, that started scratching along a broken tune.

The fluff of the chairs and the scattered blood dripped pages start to slightly swirl around the room in what ca only be described as a warning. Your mind desperately tries to close the book, but a presence is keeping you there, forcing you to turn the page and glance at the words written.

July 27, xxxx

Today is my birthday, but there is nothing to celebrate, not when I should not have been born in the first place. I wish that I could just have been king, but no, my idiotic brother and his stupid kid have to be the ones in line for the throne. I just wish that I could-

Your mind is still processing the words, when your hands start being forcefully moved, turning the pages faster and faster until the words blur together in what can only be described as a blurry cacophony of hate and loathing. Until you reach the final entry, 100 years before your family moved here

July 27, xxxx

Today I had a vision in my sleep…it was of a beautiful (Skin tone) person, their back was turned to me, but something about their presence stood out to me. Despite being second born and never in line for the throne, I feel like this person is…home, like they are all I need in life to be royalty. But my dream ended before I could even get their name, if only I could do something about it…

You close the book, your control of your body slowly returning, starting from your shoulders to your elbows to your fingertips. You shudder from how cold the room has suddenly turned, teeth chattering and the book dropped face down on the bed.

Just as you are about to turn around and run out of the room, a voice emerges from the bed behind you.

“Ya’ know it’s not very nice to go through people’s stuff” a gruff voice from behind you chuffs.

Little did you know that the simple action of reading that book, tied your soul to the princes until you too, become part of the palaces dark history of death.