hi hi i love ur writing and i jst read jade leechs ten yr plan and i LOVED it would u be willing to do it with other characters like azul or anyone else dont feel pressured❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
azul’s ten year plan ♡
synopsis: handing you a "menu" with sly grins in their faces, the twin eels leave you with what actually seems to be your boyfriend's journal. however, nothing could have prepared you for what he has written down.
tags: established relationship, a little bit of hhurt...a little bit of comfort, easter egg from the jade fic hehe
wc: 1.5k
Soft, rhythmic jazz music filled the Mostro Lounge as you went inside and Jade sat you down at your usual spot. The interaction was routine, since the both of you already knew what you were going to order, and that you mostly came to see Azul. You used to say that you loved coming because of the food, but now you outright admit that you just want to see Azul’s side when he’s working around the lounge.
Giving the menu back into Jade’s hands, he politely thanks you for your order and heads to the kitchen. A few minutes later, not one eel, but two emerge from the kitchen, menu in hand (or so you thought).
“Hiya Shrimpy, are ya sure about your order?” Floyd drawls, a smile plastered on his face which tells you that he was up to no good. Reflecting his brother’s expression, Jade beckons you to come closer to them, holding up a “menu” for you to see.
“Prefect, Mostro Lounge is currently accepting special orders from our prototype menu. Once you have a look at it, do let us know how we may be of assistance to you,” with a grin, he places a hand on his chest as you offer you a journal shaped menu. Is the Lounge going through some budget cuts? You think.
Thanking them for their service(?), you carefully flip open the journal to see what kind of dishes they were offering. Instead, you’re met with suspiciously familiar penmanship that belonged to a certain octopus you called your boyfriend…
On the first page, the said boyfriend had neatly written, “My 10 Year Plan.”
Oho…this menu had some special options, that’s for sure. You weren’t sure of the motives the twins had by handing you Azul’s private journal, but you figured that you had to find that out for yourself (by looking through the pages). Jade had even conveniently left you a pack of sticky notes and a pen, prompting you to voice your thoughts on the journal’s pages…
Oh well, you thought. Maybe Azul was too shy to give this to me himself. The ever-so-bold businessman did seem to have his thinking capacity greatly diminished in your presence, turning into a shy schoolboy when you were around him. This was probably his way of asking for your advice, though you knew he was capable of doing so himself…you didn’t want to think too hard about it. Onto page 2 it is.
The journal is surprisingly organized–he has written a table of contents that included his projected revenue increases for each year; a detailed list of all the contracts he has and intends to sign; and even a little section marked with a heart, which you assume is dedicated for his future plans for the both of you. You were loving this already.
As much as you wanted to skip over to the heart section, you told yourself you’d look over the business plans he made first out of respect for his efforts. His first note read:
Convince Jade into a 70/30 instead of a partnership.
Okay, you were using your first sticky note on this point. There was no way he’d accept things to go this way…scribbling away, you wrote:
(I heard from Jade’s girlfriend that he wants a partnership)
(Backup plan: Succumb to the partnership and start another business + monopolize Scarabia textile imports to Coral Sea)
You were proud of yourself for thinking this far ahead. Maybe this was the reason the twins handed over Azul’s journal to you? It seemed like Jade could handle things fine on his own, though.
Moving on, Azul’s 3rd year point wrote:
Purchase land on Sage Island. Consult the Prefect on wallpaper choices.
Aw, how sweet. He was thinking of the home you’d spend your days in together–you did have a discussion of whether you’d want to settle on land or in the sea, but Azul was rather adamant on staying on land with you. You weren’t sure if it was solely for your sake or business opportunities, but you had no complaints. Peeling off another sticky note, you brilliantly write:
(I want something pretty)
Now, it’s time for the section you’ve been waiting for! You excitedly skip over to the heart section of the journal, eager to know what Azul has in store for your relationship.
As expected, the page is filled with his handwriting–his plans, his ramblings, small notes, and your eyes land on a particularly flustering point:
Bound myself to the Prefect on a contract of everlasting love.
In normal circumstances, you would’ve swooned at the mere thought of marrying Azul and happily paste your comments as you did earlier. However, there was one problem…
All the plans he had written were crossed out.
Propose to my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend.
Bound myself to the Prefect on a contract of everlasting love.
Be a good father to our children.
Except for one.
Break up with the Prefect.
Hands trembling, you shut the notebook closed. You sat still for a good moment, feeling tears threatening to blink out of your eyes.
Why would he do this? As far as you knew, your relationship was going strong–he showed no signs of being unhappy with you. As a matter of fact, you had just gone out on a date yesterday!
Before your thoughts could spiral down, the sight of a tray entered your peripheral vision. Looking up, you saw Azul’s expression quickly shift from his usual smug, pleased smirk to one of worry, his eyebrows furrowing and mouth opening to speak, “My pearl, what’s wrong?”
Seeing you give no response, his eyes pan to you holding his journal, and a deep panic settles into him as well.
You weren’t supposed to see that, he internally frets.
“Wait–Prefect, I can explain, you are mistaken, I was mistaken, I–”
“How long have you been feeling this way?” You manage to breathe out, making an effort not to raise your voice and keep a level mind, as impossible as that sounds.
“I…” he trails off, not knowing whether to start with comforting you or explaining his rationale.
“Yesterday, you told me you loved me. Was that all a lie?” Facing him now, you gather the courage to look him in the eyes. To Azul, the sight breaks his heart–your beautiful face is soiled with tears, and your eyes are dilated–filled with pain.
“No–of course it wasn’t. I…assure you that there hasn’t been a moment when I stopped loving you, dear pearl.” He attempts to soothe you by gently holding your hand, but you pull away on instinct.
“Then why? Why would ever–” your voice breaks, holding back a sob, “Why would you plan on breaking up with me? Did I do something wrong?”
“That couldn't be farther from the truth. I will fully explain myself, if you would allow it,” he sits himself across from you, attempting to take your hand in his yet again. This time, you don’t pull back and simply nod at him.
“You’ve always known that I’ve had certain…issues with myself,” he cautiously starts, picking his words carefully, “and even though you’ve immensely helped me with them, I found myself revising my plans during a particularly vulnerable moment.”
Interlocking your fingers with his, he continues, “I found myself undeserving of your love, and to my shame; afraid, even, that you would one day realize that loving me isn’t worth the trouble after all,” Pausing, Azul seems hesitant to speak, but decides to tell you anyway, “I had realized that if you were to choose to leave me, I couldn’t name any good reasons to make you stay.”
“Despite how unpleasant that sounds, I do want you to know that I’ve somewhat moved past that phase in the course of our relationship. Instead of leaving, you have continuously chosen to love me. I know now that it is a deliberate decision. I still cannot fathom how, but I have also decided to believe in it and move forward doing the same.” And I plan to do so, forever.
“And with that, I’d like to beg for your forgiveness, for ever believing that you would ever want to abandon me. I am assured that no such thought has dared to cross your pretty mind,” his comment at the end makes you smile a bit, and you squeeze his hand in agreement.
“I am aware that it may seem too soon…but I’d like to ask something of you, my dear pearl.” You nod, eyes waiting in quiet anticipation.
“I’d like to permanently revise my foolish plans, and ask you…if you are still willing to enter into a very romantic, everlasting contract with me.”
His question earns him a small laugh from you, “Well, how romantic would it be?”
With a little smirk, he brings his hand up to his lips to softly kiss it, “Enough romance to last us a lifetime, how about that, my darling?”
After resolving the issue with the damned journal, you urge Azul to open it one more time.
“I do not wish for it to cause you any more pain, my pearl.”
“Don't worry Azul, I just need to make one more comment!”
Skipping over to the heart section, your eyes quickly scan over to the point you’re looking for:
Break up with the Prefect.
You excitedly write down a quiet note on your sticky pad and make a show of removing and pasting it on his journal for Azul to see.
(I think you miswrote “Dramatically propose and marry and have kids with my jaw-dropping, beautiful girlfriend. Marry me, Azul?)
Reading it, he could only stammer and stutter at your comment, gently nodding and covering his face in response.
a/n: my first time writing somewhat of a request omona, i was planning for writing for azul and i was also thinking to do him with this prompt! I wrote this at the speed of light as I quite enjoy making this dude Suffer a llitle
synopsis: you decided to do a kissing booth for the school fair, what could possibly go wrong?
note: im sorta back from hiatus im still not doing so good so this one’s a bit angsty (happy end dw) the reader is referred to as she/her. There are also other girls in nrc in the fic. Thanks for 50 followers!
not beta read!!
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The school fair was approaching yet again and as per school rules it was mandatory for every class to run a booth.
Your class, having some of the more popular girls, decided it would be a great idea to run a kissing booth for the fair.
However you had somehow gotten roped into this.
One of your friends whom in your eyes was DEFINITELY much prettier than you had blurted out your name in the middle of the discussion of who would run the class booth.
The moment your name left her mouth your eyes had glued to your desk, trying to block out the inevitable confused stares and murmurs.
“her? who’s she?”
“oh… i mean… she isn’t bad looking.”
“would she earn anything.?”
You had always been self conscious of how you looked, now you were being compared to all your prettier, thinner friends. Tears pricked at your eyes as you got ready to beg your friend to drop the topic until she walked over to you.
“[name] you’re really pretty, to me at least. You’ve also helped me so many times this year. I’m sure you’ll do great, so please?”
Her genuine words and smile touched your heart just enough that you caved and gave a small nod.
That is how you ended up in this situation.
Now you were in the changing rooms with the other three girls that would be running the booth alongside you. Looking in the mirror the dress you picked hugged your body perfectly and with your friend doing your makeup the same way she did hers you actually felt like you belonged, like you were confident. Maybe this is what being pretty feels like.
The first few minutes of the booth wasn’t that bad, sure you had no customers yet but more people will come over surely!
“the girl in the pink dress looks gorgeous”
“Can i get a kiss from the girl with the ponytail?”
“How stunning…”
Minutes turned into hours as you kept hearing guys eye your friends and shower them in compliments. The other girls lipsticks were all smudged. Yours? Perfectly intact. Like they had never been touched.
But they were never touched.
Maybe the price was too high? Maybe if you lowered it to zero someone would glance your way.
You sat on the seat you had used to hold your bag, confidence dropping as the seconds ticked by. How foolish of you to ever think you would be desired? To think anyone would ever look in your direction? The more you watched the other girls giggle among each other about the boys they’ve kissed the more you wanted to curl into yourself and sob.
Just as you were reaching for the makeup wipes when you heard a voice in front of your booth.
“I’ll take a kiss.”
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Azul was actually your lab partner. When he first heard he would be paired up with he just hoped that at the every least you wouldn’t get in his way or cause unnecessary trouble.
Then you walked into the room.
The octupus almost got on his knees for you.
You were stunning to him, from the way you entered, to the way you did your hair was exactly his type. To make things worse (or better) you were good at alchemy.
“It asks for dawn-weed no?”
“yeah but dusk-weed works better.”
“???”
And you were right. Your potion had been the strongest out of the whole class.
“What’d I tell you? No need to worry~” you had teased him gently, unaware of the effect your sweet smile was having on the octupus.
He folded.
Azul had originally planned to maximise the value of his money by spending only on the most valuable of items.
That was until he laid eyes on you.
Make up undeniably beautiful, dress that hugged your body in all the right places, the way you smiled at customers whenever they came near the booth.
He had to look the other way immediately before all logic flew out the window.
Avoiding your booth the whole day was no easy feat considering your booth had somehow managed to attract half of the student body to pay up for such a temporary pleasure.
However he couldn’t resist near the end, just one more peek. He just needed another glance.
That was when the octupus saw you sitting on the chair, looking defeated and more down than that time you accidentally turned professors crewels face blue and got detention for a week.
What kind of benevolent gentleman would he be if he didn’t tend to a pretty lady’s distress?
—————-(readers POV!)•
You looked up, expecting to see another guy in your year who was interested in one of the other girls. Only to freeze when you saw Azul standing in front of you.
No. Not him. Anyone but him.
Why’d the only guy you ever liked have to show up now?
You tried to muster up your brightest smile while tears threatened to fall as you uttered the same sentence you’d said all day “Hello! Welcome to the kissing booth! Are you interested in one of the girls?” You’d said while gesturing at the other three girls in your booth.
Azul wore an expression of concern just for a split second before composing himself. “…are you… not an option?”
You registered the words that left his mouth before realising what he said. Oh. Ohhh. He was interested in you?
“I- I guess I am an option.” Which caused the octupus to become flustered as his cheeks reddened a bit more.
“Then…. I’ll take a kiss. From you.”
Still dazed, you leaned in half expecting yourself to wake up from this dream like situation. Leaning in, the octupus took control as he gently cupped his hand on your chin and kissed you softly. Then again. Then another kiss.
At this point, the other girls were watching with their mouths open as azul stole one kiss after another from you before finally coming to his senses and stopping.
“….how much was that?”
Still dazed from the kisses, your lipstick now smeered all across the octupus’ lips and your face you mumbled something about each kiss being 10 thaumarks as azul dropped 100 thaumarks into your hand.
“Is there any way I could buy the affection of the girl in front of me right now?”
You had barely even registered what just happened, thinking he was asking for the price of another couple kisses you simply responded “1000 thaumarks.”
“It’s a deal.”
Then you found another 1000 thaumarks in your hands.
Wait. WAIT. What have you just agreed to?! “W-wait. What did you say?!”
Azul smirked at you before responding “it’s a date~ see you Saturday.”
sure he was going to have to take double shifts at the mostro lounge now but that was probably the best purchase he’d ever made.
Azul's dream in book 7 is a pretty perfect example of how shallow and fundamentally flawed Malleus' idea of a "perfect world" for everyone is. And I also just think it's interesting.
I don't think it's necessarily trying to convey that Azul experiencing bullying was "necessary" for him to become better. Because the inherent flaw with this dream is that it doesn't make Azul's peers not bullies; it just makes him someone they wouldn't bully.
He's athletic, captain of the school's sports teams, popular, and something that stood out to me is that during his first appearance in the dream, he's described as being so fast that the commentators couldn't even make him out at first. All of which are things that are NOT true in real life, and are in fact reasons he was bullied.
Azul was overweight as a child, lonely, unpopular and not naturally gifted at anything. And he's described multiple times as being a very slow swimmer, something he was also bullied for.
Malleus' dream solves this by removing these traits. Which, yes, does result in a reality in which Azul never faced any bullying. But it doesn't address the root issue, which was that Azul grew up in an environment in which bullying other children was tolerated in the first place. Even if he doesn't personally experience it, that still affects him, and it shapes him into the bully we see him as in his dream.
Coming across Azul after flight class and its so embarrassing yet so safe.
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Azul was getting dizzy in flight class, Vargas tried to motivate him more and more which ended up in just him talking about how much greater he is and what he could archieve.
Jamil was sick for today so he definetly could not help even though Azul wouldnt even accept any help seeing it more as suspicious to get help without wanting anything in return.
So he was just floating in the air ten inches from the ground.
Looking down his sight suddenly got colorful, legs wobbly and his head was spinning.
In that very moment Azul got from his broom and excused himself for needing to "go to the toilet".
He was dying inside.
He felt like throwing up but it felt so weird.
He didnt notice you even when rushing to the toilet.
It was only when he bumped into you lightly and hit the wall.
"Azul? Are you alright?"
He shook his head as he could barely stand and suddenly his vision got bright.
Azul suddenly felt the ink coming up and it just spilled from his mouth.
You held your hands out in front of his mouth, knowing it would be bad if anything gets on the floor.
Without a flinch you held the ink puddle in your hands.
Azul feeling less dizzy and more aware of the situation after looking at your hands and then wiping his chin seeing the ink.
Oh he wanted to crawl in a pot.
Why you???
The last thing he knew was you going away to wash your hands and then pulling him into the bathroom.
Azul felt so embarrassed. You saw the ink and probably dont wanna do anything with him anymore.
Yet all he felt were wet wipes against his chin and mouth.
"Did flight class overstimulate you Azul?"
You reacted normal? You cared?
There must be a motive surely. Yet all he saw was your pure care for him in your eyes.
In that very moment he looked around and when no one was there he leaned into the affection and nodded.
Hugging you tight like theres no end.
Azul adored your affection and loved how you treated his ink problem as normal.
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Okay so uhhhhhh hehe... I got this idea when I was looking cat mukbangs. I love cat mukbangs their so good.
Anyways Next will be a rook fic and then I finish the outling of Vils fic for the game.
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ෆ boyfriend!azul who likes having you around. It's no secret that Azul has a lot to do every day, between classes, homework, and the mostro lounge—which is one of the hardest—knowing that you're there to remind him to take a break is one of those little things that brings him back to reality.
ෆ boyfriend!azul whose love language is small gestures towards you. He probably wouldn't write a poem every day to remind you how much you mean to him, but he would make those little gestures that he always insists aren't a big deal, but that he's secretly dying to see your reaction to. He always goes the extra mile when it comes to you, even if sometimes he tries to downplay it by saying it's nothing, or other times he's just bragging about how special something he got for you is.
ෆ boyfriend!azul who loves your hugs even though he rarely says so out loud. In public, he's not one for much physical contact; he usually leaves kisses on your cheek if there aren't too many people around—and they tend to be quick—and the kisses on your knuckles are the most common. But when you're the one who comes up behind him to hug him or sits on his lap without warning when he's in his office, it's probably one of his favorite things. Just don't expect him to reciprocate immediately when there are other people around; he's still trying to maintain that businessman image… even though he softens quite a bit when it comes to his girlfriend.
ෆ boyfriend!azul who feels that he can only be himself with you. Although at first it was difficult for Azul to open up about his past, over the months—and perhaps with a few nudges from you—he was able to open up more when you were alone together. Sometimes he's slightly more clingy than is acceptable in public, or even those times when he lets all his stress show after days of working without a break. Even though he tries to hide it, he's not invincible, and even the best businessman needs a break.
ෆ boyfriend!azul who memorizes all your favorite things. Because he's always doing these little things for you, Azul has almost automatically started memorizing tiny details that make a gift or gesture completely different. From basic things like your favorite food or drink, to ridiculously specific things, like whether you prefer the topics in the study guides to have a specific color highlighter, or even if you'd like a change in your drink. Special treatment from the lounge.
ෆ boyfriend!azul who makes sure you always get special treatment, even if he won't admit it out loud. Azul has a lot of influence throughout the school; he has connections and knows how to pull them all to make you comfortable in every aspect, not just at octavinelle—where you already get special treatment—not to mention that he also gives you the best study guides without you having to work for him. Although he'll probably add some clause to your imaginary contract about extra hugs or a dinner together on the weekend.
Bestfriend!Azul as your allocated boydar the SECOND you start dating.
Insists you remain seated on his desk for every "interview", rejecting your suitors with practiced brutality at the knife-sharp edge of his librarian's glare. Some are too soft, others too stubborn, but they all fall to your notorious quality controller one way or another..
You huff one day, obliging his demands to block another one of your budding candidates, and ask him what exactly those qualifiers are, being so vital to your love life;
"Your partner should be intelligent, of course.. Hard working! Always willing to provide for you, being the way you are.. And blue. Any g-good match should be able to pull off blue."
You feel yourself leaaaaning forwards, upper body contorting to the stiff corners of his desk as your eyes flick this way and that; you notice his posh degree upon the mantle, his many framed business certificates (all of which have notes from you stuffed into to back, congratulations on sticky-notes stained with your lip product of choice), and his statement of a tie—Cobalt blue.
.. As an amateur match-maker, you nod in approval. Your teacher is truly skilled.
Bestfriend!Azul as your allocated boydar the SECOND you start dating.
Insists you remain seated on his desk for every "interview", rejecting your suitors with practiced brutality at the knife-sharp edge of his librarian's glare. Some are too soft, others too stubborn, but they all fall to your notorious quality controller one way or another..
You huff one day, obliging his demands to block another one of your budding candidates, and ask him what exactly those qualifiers are, being so vital to your love life;
"Your partner should be intelligent, of course.. Hard working! Always willing to provide for you, being the way you are.. And blue. Any g-good match should be able to pull off blue."
You feel yourself leaaaaning forwards, upper body contorting to the stiff corners of his desk as your eyes flick this way and that; you notice his posh degree upon the mantle, his many framed business certificates (all of which have notes from you stuffed into to back, congratulations on sticky-notes stained with your lip product of choice), and his statement of a tie—Cobalt blue.
.. As an amateur match-maker, you nod in approval. Your teacher is truly skilled.
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