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
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