#Azel loves his $$$

[judesmoonbeauty]

Quick Quip from Licht Klein’s Act 2 Ch. 10 - w/Azel

Just a quick quip from chapter 10 summary t/l - not 100%. Idk why, but I can’t help but laugh at Azel and his salesman ways 😝

///denotes alt translation

After waking from a dream about the rose in the rose garden, Emma receives a knock at her door. It’s Azel. It’s the middle of the night and he lets himself into her room.

Emma asks if this is common Tanzanite etiquette. He says it’s not but he doesn’t really care. He is there with an offer. 

Azel gives Emma three packages to choose from - each costing money from her - he’s not helping out the goodness of his heart. 

The lowest option plan is delivery service of a letter he offers one way and round-trip deliveries, but the cost will vary.

The middle plan includes a monitoring service of Licht and his well-being, & the letter delivery service.

The high option plan of Azel his authority to bring Licht back.

Since Emma can’t afford to pay out, she chooses option 3 the most affordable package.

He congratulates her for her choice and offers to bless her letter at an additional service fee………(🙄 oh god.)

Emma thinks that when Azel is silent he really seems like a god, but as soon as he opens his mouth he seems strangely vulgar///mundane.

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I’m planning to translate summaries of each chapter once I complete his first ending. There is part of this conversation where his veil is slightly lifted imo and it gives me a little reassurance of some theories I have about him. This will be posted later.

[azelletown]

From now on I'm trying to channel kotaro minami's immaculate drip and aura but in a they/she bug freak kinda way

[kudzucataclysm]

suddenly seized by se prequel trio thoughts…UNHAND ME…

[nica-my-beloved]

Is it normal to think I wanna bite Azel because he looks and sounds good?

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

If anyone has bought them, or after they do, could you please tell me if the new Prince Next Door story set for Azel, Mattias, and Kagari are worth it?

I have some diamonds saved up.. but debating just saving them for Silvio's bday, epilogues, that kinda stuff.

or if anyone posts it pls reply/dm me, would appreciate it sm

[sserrafeim]

I’m going to be insufferable once we get all the new princes

[blackcurrant-juice]

sankta only clear i did last year yeah yeah!!

[solacedeer]

Ellie and Aze are healthier than Ellie and keith because with Azelza they’re microdosing affection and Care with Weird power dynamics and the interpersonal Vitriol both of them are accustomed to. Keith is too strong of a dose for her.

This is, among many reasons, is why I dont like her and i’m going to send her to a cage with ravenous beasts that will rip her limb from limb a while i watch from above.

[nohrslittleflower]

Nearing the end of his quest to introduce himself to everyone belonging to his same house, he confirms that he has enough pastries left for everyone and finds that he made too many. Oh well!

That's about the opposite of a problem, he thinks.

He approaches the blond girl with a smile, bending to allow her to see the platter of pastries better. "Hello!" he says. "I'm Azelle Velthomer. I'm one of the newer classmates. I just wanted to introduce myself. Would you like a treat? There's raspberry tarts and cinnamon rolls."

She already knows who he is by now. Her eyes have been locked onto him since the moment he first walked through the door with a plethora of sweet treats in tow. She wasn’t about to go up and ask for one outright, that would’ve been rude, but she was definitely trying to telepathically send the message that yes she very much wants one.

Fortunately, it seems the message was received. “Really?! Thank you!” Elise smiles broadly, wasting no time in reaching for one. Hand hovers indecisively over the treats for a moment, before eventually settling on a cinnamon roll. As much as she wants to ask if both would be an option, she knows adults are supposed to limit themselves on the treats. The worst part, really. Tragic.

The Nohrian princess gasps, hand covering her mouth as she takes the first bite. Because talking with your mouth open is rude, but this simply cannot wait. “This is really good! Did you make this?!” She asks, but the answer doesn’t really matter. The cinnamon roll’s fate is sealed all the same. Do not cry for it. It is in a better place now.

“Oh, I’m Elise, by the way. Welcome to the Black Eagles, hehe!”

[sh4nksslvt]

I love shanks so much😭😭

Are you able to write a story where reader is a captain of another crew? Their crew isn’t super famous but aren’t weak either. Their crew is staying at some island and a tavern there when the Red-Haired pirates show up and think that they might try to fight, but reader dgaf and decides to flirt with shanks and stuff. Don’t know if your readers are Gn or female, but could the reader be described as “as beautiful as the ocean” please? I thought that would be cute!

Thank you!

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thats interesting! its not much but hope u like this~~

Trouble Walks In, and So Do You

shanks x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, ocs, flirting, chaotic crews

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing

word count: 1.2k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The tavern on Bellmouth Island had never known peace.

It was tucked into the port side of the island like a cozy scar—weathered, stubborn, and full of bad decisions marinated in rum. But even Bellmouth’s most seasoned barkeep hadn’t seen anything quite like The Siren’s Fang crew.

“Hey, Cap! Tall guy passed out again!” barked Kiji, the squad’s medic, gesturing to a pile of limbs slumped over a barstool.

“Is he breathing this time?” you asked lazily, twirling a glass of rum in your hand. You sat at the tavern’s center table, leg slung over the arm of your chair, adorned in sleek leather and gold-trimmed cloth, eyes half-lidded with amusement.

“Barely,” muttered Azel, your cook-slash-unofficial-grim-reaper, poking the unconscious man with a ladle. “He mistook my hot sauce for syrup. Natural selection.”

“His fault,” you sighed.

You were Captain [Y/N], the woman many whispered about as beautiful as the ocean—mysterious, wild, and just as likely to drown you as smile at you. The Siren’s Fang wasn’t a household name like the Straw Hats or the Emperors, but in the Grand Line’s undercurrent, your reputation had teeth. Rumors swirled of your crew taking down a fleet from Big Mom’s remnants and sinking a marine battleship like it was a toy boat in a bathtub.

Still, fame didn’t interest you. Fun did.

And Bellmouth was fun—cheap booze, rowdy locals, and just enough lawlessness to feel like home.

That was until the door slammed open.

Wind howled through the tavern. Bottles rattled. Even the drunks perked up.

The Red-Haired Pirates had arrived.

You didn’t need to look. You felt it. That magnetic, crackling air of too-powerful people walking into a space too small to contain them.

Shanks led the way, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other resting on his hip as he scanned the tavern with lazy mirth. His crew spilled in behind him—Benn Beckman, Lucky Roux, Yasopp, the works.

Ten seconds passed. Then—

“Welp. Guess we’re fighting,” muttered Neri, your tactician, flipping her dagger.

“Can’t we go one week without a legendary crew showing up?” grumbled Hyun, your shipwright, who’d just managed to tape a window back together.

“Don't break my chairs,” called the barkeep, already ducking behind the bar.

You, meanwhile, took a sip of rum.

And then, slowly, gracefully, rose to your feet.

"Are we fighting?" asked Benn, eyes narrowing slightly.

Shanks tilted his head in your direction, gaze locking onto yours.

You didn’t draw your sword.

You smiled.

“No,” you said, voice like velvet. “But I do have something else in mind.”

The room collectively blinked.

You strolled toward them with the ease of a queen and the chaos of a siren in full swing. “You must be Red-Haired Shanks,” you purred, eyes scanning him with undisguised appreciation. “You're taller than I expected. That’s... hot.”

A pause.

Then—someone from your crew let out a wheeze of disbelief. Probably Toma. He’d bet two crates of rum you’d deck Shanks on sight.

Shanks arched a brow, lips twitching. “Not the usual greeting I get from a rival pirate captain.”

“I’m not your rival,” you said, stopping only a breath away from him. You craned your head up, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Unless you want me to be. Enemies to lovers? That your thing?”

Lucky Roux choked on his drink.

Shanks actually laughed, the rich, boisterous sound of someone genuinely caught off guard.

“Captain,” Benn said dryly, “I think we’re being hit on.”

“DAHAHA I know, right?” Shanks grinned. “This is way more fun than usual.”

Your crew was now in a full-on state of stunned chaos.

“I—she just flirted with a Yonko. Casually. Like she was ordering a drink,” Kiji mumbled.

“She’s going to get us killed,” muttered Neri.

“No,” corrected Hyun, “she’s going to get laid.”

“Pfft—HA!”

Meanwhile, Shanks tilted his head. “So what’s your name, Ocean Eyes?”

You gave him your full title, adding, “Captain of The Siren’s Fang. And yes, I live up to the name.”

“Mm.” He leaned in just slightly. “Should I be worried you’re trying to lure me onto the rocks?”

“I’m trying to lure you onto something, that’s for sure.”

Yasopp nearly fell off his stool.

Benn facepalmed. Lucky Roux laughed so hard he snorted beer through his nose.

“Join us for a drink?” you offered innocently. “Or are you too scared I’ll make you fall in love with me?”

Shanks held your gaze for one beat. Two. Then smiled.

“I’ve done dumber things.”

And just like that, the Red-Haired Pirates sat down with the Siren’s Fang.

Tension left the room like steam off hot rum. Chairs screeched. Drinks clinked. Somewhere, your sniper was trying to discreetly message your ship’s chronicler: CAPTAIN IS FLIRTING WITH SHANKS, SEND HELP.

“...And then the marine tries to arrest me, right? While I’m naked. In the bath!” Shanks crowed, halfway through a bottle of rum, hair falling into his eyes.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clutching your side. “Please tell me you fought him like that.”

“I slipped! Broke his nose falling out of the tub!”

You and your crew howled.

A few tables down, Benn and Neri were having a quiet intellectual standoff that involved a lot of maps and dry sarcasm. Yasopp and Hyun were arguing over gun specs. Toma was getting arm-wrestled into oblivion by Lucky Roux. It was, in short, a tavern apocalypse.

“You’re fun,” Shanks murmured, voice low, only for you.

You tilted your head. “You expected me to be scary.”

“I expected you to swing first and ask questions never.”

“Ah. That’s just on Wednesdays.”

He chuckled. “You’re dangerous.”

“You like that,” you teased.

“I do,” he admitted. “But be honest. Is this all just to distract me while your crew steals our booze?”

You sipped your drink with a wink. “What do you think?”

From across the room, a yell: “WE’VE TAKEN THE BEER STORAGE!”

“DAMN IT, KOKO!”

Shanks stared.

You said nothing.

He grinned. “Marry me?”

“Buy me a boat first.”

“You already have a ship.”

“Yeah, but I want a red one.”

As the night wore on, chaos bloomed into something almost tender. The two crews, pirates feared across the seas, were now doing karaoke with a broken lute and a guy named Phil.

You leaned against the tavern doorway, watching the madness. The moonlight brushed your skin like seafoam, your hair tousled by the salt-laced wind.

Shanks joined you silently.

“You’re really not what I expected,” he said.

“Disappointed?”

He shook his head. “Enchanted.”

You turned your head to him, eyes soft now. “You’re pretty smooth for a pirate.”

“I’m usually drunker.”

You laughed, then reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “You know, Red, if I weren’t a captain…”

“Yeah?”

“I’d ask you to run away with me.”

He caught your wrist gently, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“If I weren’t a Yonko,” he murmured, “I’d say yes.”

For a moment, it felt like the sea held its breath.

Then someone inside yelled, “THE CAPTAIN AND SHANKS ARE MAKING EYES AT EACH OTHER AGAIN!”

“TAKE PICTURES!”

“START THE WEDDING SONG!”

You and Shanks groaned in unison.

“Back to the madness?” he offered.

“Only if you dance with me.”

“Deal.”

And so the two of you dove back into the tavern storm, laughing, flirting, half-dancing, half-sparring with words, like the sea and sky in a constant, chaotic waltz.

No declarations. No promises.

Just two captains in the eye of a storm they both enjoyed far too much.

[judesmoonbeauty]

He looks sooooo good!!! I’m super excited for his route and learning more about his and Nokto’s origins, and more about Azel 😍 Wanna see if he goes yandere or not!!! 💙💙💙

I will try to translate his route…but no promises or guarantees.

[reccyls]

awww, baby silvio... rough tl of a bit of the card story from the book of memories event

Silvio: …….I have a younger brother. Azel: So you're an older brother. Silvio: He's a big crybaby, he's always scared of everything, he's so annoying. But everyone loves him… Silvio: I hate him… I really hate him. Azel: I see. Silvio: But… if I don't protect him, he'll die. Azel: …It sounds like you have a… difficult… family situation. Silvio: My mom hates his mom, so just now… she poisoned her….. Azel: …wow. Silvio: And I couldn't do anything… Silvio: I'm a weakling. Tears once again formed in the boy's sea-colored eyes. Though he desperately wiped away at them, they kept falling one after the other. Silvio: I have to protect him… but I couldn't. Silvio: I hate being weak… more than the stupid crybaby… I hate myself more!

[cosmowgyral]

Book of Memories: Silvio and Azel

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated but do not repost. Hope you enjoy!

⊱ Chapter 1

On a night where the moon shone beautifully – a human ran up to the last remaining god on the continent and, with no regard for propriety, wrapped them in a hug.

Azel: You…

The god did not push the human away.

Soft sobs and a faint trembling, stole the words from the usually solitary god.

???: You were so tiny back then.. Look at ya now, all grown up, Azel.

Eyes like a starry sky filled with mystery wavered in confusion, and then they caught sight of another figure beyond the sandstorm.

Silvio: Don’t mean to butt in but, that guy… he’s your brother, isn’t he?

Clad in dazzling jewels that shimmered under the moonlight, the man stood in flamboyant, exotic attire.

Even before a god, he laughed with an air of arrogant confidence.

Several years later —

Azel: Prince Silvio, I hope you’re well. Now, please, have a seat.

No sooner had the Benitoitian guest been shown into the drawing room than he was met with the god’s hospitality.

He sat down on the respectfully offered chair with a vague, bitter expression that was hard to place.

Azel: I welcome your visit from the bottom of my heart. We have tea, coffee, liquor, water, even teas from other nations – anything you wish.

Azel: Prince Silvio, I assume you'd prefer alcohol? I shall have it prepared at once.

Atop the prepared serving cart, the god poured a drink that sparkled like stardust into a fine vessel and placed it gently on the table.

Even the proud prince, who normally maintained an air of arrogance, couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth when handed the drink directly.

Silvio: …Since when did ya switch careers to a servant?

Azel: I’m not a servant. I humbly wish to become your personal underling, Prince Silvio.

Silvio: That’s somehow worse.

With a deep sigh, he lifted the glass.

As the starlit liquor touched his lips, the strained look on his face melted away in an instant.

Silvio: Hah, this is some fine stuff. Tanzanite liquor’s smooth, with no strange aftertaste. Not bad at all.

Azel: I’m truly glad it suits your tastes.

The pleased guest earned a benevolent smile from the god, who finally took the seat across from him.

Azel: Now then, what brings you here today?

Silvio: You’re a god, ain’t ya? Try guessin’.

Azel: Then, if I may be so bold…

A large continental map appeared out of nowhere and was swiftly spread across the table.

Azel: This sea route here, I must advise against it. At this time of year, the current is expected to reverse direction.

Azel: However, if my predictions are correct, there should be another current nearby.

Azel: That one flows like this…

As the god slowly traced his finger across the sea’s surface, Silvio's eyes widened in surprise.

Silvio: You… seriously figured it out?

Azel: With sufficiently accurate data, predicting the direction of the ocean currents is not impossible.

Silvio: That’s not what I meant. I meant my business.

Azel: Ah, well. I am a god, after all.

Silvio: Like hell that explains anything.

Azel: It’s not like I was stalking you or anything, you know?

Silvio: You’d probably do it for money.

Azel: You wound me. Surely, you jest.

Azel: I merely happened to hear that Prince Silvio would be passing through our country en route to the edge of the continent.

Silvio: Not many people knew about that.

Azel: Merchants are surprisingly loose-lipped. If it’s something you wish to keep secret, best keep it to yourself.

Azel: Especially humans – they find it hard to keep their mouths shut in front of a god.

Azel: After all, gods aren’t treated as ordinary people. We’re seen as something… special.

Silvio: For a cheeky bastard, you do act like a god sometimes.

Azel: If you’ve got compliments, I prefer them in the form of tips.

Silvio: And shameless, too.

Azel: Oh, I love money.

Silvio: Well, I prefer dealin' with guys like ya anyway.

He flicked a gold coin from his pocket with his fingers.

The god who caught it smiled with a radiance befitting a divine being.

Azel: Thank you very much. As expected of the richest man on the continent, you’re incredibly generous.

Silvio: That’s praise for your abilities. You’ll get a separate payment for the sea current intel.

Azel: Ah… Prince Silvio, you’re the real god here.

Silvio: Don’t talk nonsense.

Silvio: Still, accurately predicting ocean currents ain’t something even scholars can do easily.

Silvio: The hell’s goin’ on in that head of yours?

Azel: It’s precisely because I make the impossible possible that I am called a god…

Azel: And that’s why you’re willing to drop a little tip for me, no?

Azel: Is there anything else troubling you? Ah, if you’d like, I could even offer you a divine blessing–

Silvio: Don’t need it.

Azel: I see. What a pity.

Just as Azel shrugged his shoulders, a flurry of footsteps grew louder, followed by a panicked knock and the door flinging open.

Tanzanite Castle Servant: Esteemed guest, and our living god—my deepest apologies for interrupting your conversation!

Tanzanite Castle Servant: Just now, His Highness the War King who had gone out for inspection—

here the servant referred to the king as 闘王殿下 (tou-o denka). 闘 literally means 'fight/battle.' so they most likely meant 'his highness the battle/warrior king' or smth like that. i honestly don't recall who they're referring to since i haven't read azel's route properly and also, don't seem to remember if there was any mention of such a title in licht's sequel. so the translation of this line might be different when the official translation releases.

Azel: Judging by how pale you look… did he meet with some kind of accident?

[Masterlist] [Chapter 2]

[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Both Endings Epilogue

Romantic Ending Letter | Dramatic Ending Epilogue

Thank you @passthechloroform for providing the video for this chapter!

"Love" is a curse.

It's the worst curse, one that should never be inflicted.

*flashback*

Emma: It's wrong to call something that hurts Prince Azel "love."

Emma: That's just violence disguised as love.

*flashback over*

(Those words Emma said one day hit the nail on the head about the true nature of love.)

(For me, love might be violence.)

*flashback*

Mother: Living God, please grant us a divine message. Show us the reality that has been promised to us.

Azel: I... don't know—

The Apostle: Everyone here is eagerly awaiting the Living God's divination.

The Apostle: God who loves his people, please have mercy on us.

Azel: ...I...

Mother: Come now, Living God.

The Apostle: Show us our path.

Azel: ...I understand.

-

Enis: Azel, we came to play!

Azel: Kamal-oniichan, Enis-oniichan...!

Enis: Whoa, what's with suddenly clinging to us like that? You're unusually affectionate today.

Azel: Am I... really a god?

Kamal: Ah, I guess the apostle said something to you again? That— geezer. Someday— I'll— I'll—

Enis: Hey, don't use such foul language in front of the child.

Enis: ...Azel, can you tell us what happened?

Azel: Everyone expects all sorts of things from me.

Azel: I want to meet those expectations, but there's so much I don't know.

Azel: Even though I don't know, I have to give them answers.

Azel: I can only give them vague answers, so I'm afraid that someday I'll give a false divine message...

Azel: A real god wouldn't have this problem.

Kamal: Sigh... You're more of an angel than a god, Azel, an angel.

Azel: Whoa, oniichan!

Enis: Kamal, it's dangerous to suddenly pick him up like that.

Kamal: You're being a nag, are you his babysitter or something?

Kamal: Azel, the people around you call you a god, but to Enis and me, you're just our cute little brother.

Kamal: To our troubled little brother, your big brother will give you this as a present.

Azel: Um... "Read This and You Too Can Become a Splendid Swindler ~Beginner Edition~"?

Enis: What kind of book did you give him?!

Kamal: Our angel is too kind, that's why he worries like this.

Kamal: Listen, most of the people who worship you as a god are greedy and only think about themselves.

Kamal: Become a swindler so they can't take advantage of you.

Azel: A swindler?

Kamal: A swindler is a bad person who deceives others and acts only for their own benefit.

Kamal: You're a kind god who only thinks about others, but a swindler doesn't care whether their divinations are right or wrong.

Kamal: Become like that. Enis and I want to protect you... Don't become a god who gets eaten by people.

Azel: Doing bad things... is wrong, but...

Azel: But I understand what you're trying to say, oniichan.

Azel: I'll read this book and study hard.

Kamal: Ah, you're a good boy.

Azel: Thank you, oniichan. I love you.

Kamal: Guh...

Enis: Hey, don't die?! Fainting from a nosebleed is a joke, right?!

-

Soldier: —There he is! It's the Living God! Secure him immediately!

Azel: I'm sorry! I was the one who said I wanted to play outside with my brothers!

Azel: I really didn't want to do any divinations today... I was tired...

Azel: So—...

Soldier: We've apprehended Prince Enis and Prince Kamal as well! Take them straight to prison!

Soldier: Those guilty of taking the god away will face appropriate judgment!

-

Enis: Aagh—!

Kamal: —Ugh...

Azel: Apostle... Please stop...

Azel: Please. I'll do whatever you say.

Azel: It's because I was a bad boy, because I didn't behave...

Azel: I'll never run away again, so please stop.

Azel: Please, please, please, please...

The Apostle: Living God... I'm sorry. It's not that I want to torment you.

The Apostle: This is also love.

The Apostle: To ensure that your noble self makes no mistakes, we must punish you severely like this.

The Apostle: All of this is for your sake. Please understand.

*flashback over*

At that time, I understood all too well.

The meaning of a god loving people, the meaning of people loving a god.

Both being loved and loving are nothing but painful acts.

I can't find any other words to describe this than a curse.

(The discomfort of being loved is still tolerable.)

(But I want to be spared from the curse that arises from my own love.)

Loving is the easiest way to make someone else unhappy.

(That's why... Emma, I don't love you.)

(I don't love you.)

-

Emma: —...Prince Azel?

I open my eyes, and a familiar scene comes into view.

The afterimage of the past vanishes, and the eyes of everyone seated at the table converge on me.

Azel: ...Is everyone here?

Kamal: Emma is here too today, huh?

Basil: May I address her as Lady Emma from now on? After all, she is the only one who has been loved by Prince Azel—

Basil: Ouch!

I throw a nearby game piece at his forehead, putting a stop to the unpleasant conversation for now.

Basil: Ah... even a scolding from Prince Azel is an honor...

Kamal: Sinan, please examine this child's head.

Sinan: Normal.

Kumush: That means there's no saving him, hahaha!

Temel: A little madness in young people helps them get ahead in life.

Kamal: Is that so?

Enis: I'm surprised though. This is my first time here, but...

Enis: I never thought most of Tanzanite's prominent figures were accomplices to a god.

(Thirteen people including Enis... no, fourteen if you include Emma.)

Present here, in addition to the royal family, are the head of the tourism association, the wealthy merchant who manages the market, the doctor with the best medical skills in the country, the owner of the famous restaurant that supports Tanzanite's economy, the competent spy who has deceived countless people, the world-renowned genius scholar, the strongest warrior...

I also gathered other promising individuals who will shape the future and gave them proof of my hope for the coming dawn.

(The god-killing plan I started alone has come this far, huh?)

(...It's been a long time.)

It all started that day when Kamal, who had been subjected to whipping, was exiled, and the light vanished from Enis's eyes—

Unable to bear the ugliness of the love the apostle spoke of, I vowed to destroy faith.

But sane words don't reach fanatics who think they can do anything for the god they love.

To escape the curse of love, there was no choice but to choose death, to kill even the idol god.

Kumush: King Enis, we weren't in important positions from the beginning.

Kumush: It was Prince Azel who guided us to them.

Temel: The development of the tourism association and the market also has Prince Azel's advice behind it.

Temel: I have nothing but respect for his foresight.

Azel: Don't mention it. I merely provided the opportunity for you to shine...

Azel: I just discovered your inherent talents and "bought" them.

Kamal: Azel, you don't realize how amazing that is.

Enis: You're still better suited to be king than I am. How about it, after being a god, why not try wearing a crown?

Azel: No, thank you. I want to enjoy my retirement.

Azel: I'll meet with you periodically and give you advice for a fee, but I won't do anything more than that.

My rejection is met with laughter in the hall.

Since when did I start to see emotions other than revenge in that scene?

*flashback*

Azel: From the next dawn, you will build the future with your own hands.

Azel: I look forward to seeing what kind of future the "human nation," free from the hands of God, will build.

*flashback over*

(Those were my true feelings.)

(...Even though I'm a god who doesn't love people.)

Izzet: Prince Azel... May I speak?

Azel: What is it, Izzet?

Izzet: Um... Shall I bring you a chair?

Kamal: Ah, hey!

Enis: Izzet... even though everyone was pretending not to notice...

(...)

(...Well, I guess it had to be said.)

There are thirteen chairs in this room—but there are fifteen people here, including myself.

Enis has taken a new seat, and his attendant, Izzet, stands beside him. The other newcomer, Emma, is sitting on my lap.

Emma: ...Prince Azel... As I thought...

Azel: Don't worry about it. I'm just doing this because I don't want to bother with bringing a chair.

Kumush: If that's the case, I'll stand!

Basil: No, I'll stand!

Temel: I'll—

Azel: That's quite alright. You are all important figures in this country, so please sit in the chairs.

(Smirking, smirking... It's not like I enjoy having her on my lap either.)

(It was just efficient. That's all.)

Emma: It would be easier if I just stood...

Azel: Ah, yes. The reason I gathered everyone here today is because there's something I wanted to tell you all.

I firmly embrace Emma's waist as she actually tries to stand, forcibly pulling her back onto my lap.

(...It's not like I want her sitting here, but there's no need to run away, is there?)

Azel: She will be involved in the establishment of the Tanzanite Book Merchants Association in the future, taking over from Akatsuki.

Azel: Emma is also a talented merchant, so I thought I'd try my hand at nurturing her.

Azel: I think there will be more opportunities for all of you to interact with her, so please make sure to remember her face.

Azel: Ah, but try not to stare. She's shy.

Emma: ...It's just that this situation is unbearable...

Emma's voice, as she covers her face with both hands, is so faint it's almost inaudible.

(How cute—)

(...No, that's wrong. Stop it. I feel like I'm becoming an idiot too.)

Kamal: ...Enis, you have many wives, don't you?

Kamal: Why don't you teach Azel how to conduct a romantic relationship?

Kamal: He was a god, you know, so he doesn't know how to treat girls.

Enis: Well... I suppose it's fine. He'll learn eventually after making some mistakes.

(How rude. What do they mean by "mistakes"?)

That's what I think inwardly, but everyone's gaze is lukewarm.

(...)

(...So this is what it means to be an ordinary person, huh?)

-

After seeing off the gathered people, the usual time descends upon the solitary desert castle.

After dinner, when it's time to sleep, I always hold Emma in my arms on the bed.

This, too, is a force majeure that started because I was tired of putting Emma back in the middle of the bed whenever she tried to sneak off to the edge. It's certainly not because I want to hold her or feel her warmth.

(Could this also be a "mistake"?)

(...It's not like I'm bothered by what they said earlier, but...)

Azel: What was the right thing to do?

Emma: Huh...?

Azel: ...Enis said it, didn't he? That it was a mistake.

Azel: What was the right thing to do in that situation?

Emma: Well... generally, you wouldn't have someone sit on your lap in public.

Azel: I told you many times, it was for efficiency.

Emma: ...Was it really just for efficiency?

Azel: There's no other reason.

Emma: Then say it while looking at me.

She cups my cheeks in her hands, forcing our eyes to meet.

I was about to complain, but the smile that bloomed before my eyes made me speechless.

Emma: Thank you.

Azel: ...What are you thanking me for?

Emma: For always loving me in a way that's easy to understand.

Azel: ...But I don't love you?

Even as I that, before I know it, I'm kissing her.

I know intellectually that this act is meant to convey love, but I can't stop myself.

Always, always—every time our eyes meet, I want to kiss her.

Even I find it baffling.

Emma: Nn... That's the least convincing "I don't love you" I've ever heard.

Azel: ...Shut up.

I seal her lips out of spite, stealing away her ability to laugh.

(No matter what you say, I don't want to admit it.)

(Even if the love I know is different from the "real love" you speak of—...)

When I look into her face, she wraps her arms around the back of my neck, looking unsatisfied.

As I entwine our tongues and caress her slender back, a muffled, frustrated voice escapes her lips.

(I don't love you...)

I press my finger against her nipple through her negligee and rub my knee between her damp thighs.

Even though I know intellectually that this is also something lovers do, my body won't stop.

(...No, this is just human physiological desire. It can't be helped, it's force majeure.)

Emma: Prince Azel...

(It's definitely not because Emma seemed to want it or anything like that...)

(It's because it's my creed to live greedily, so I have no choice...)

Emma: ...Nn... I was thinking during the meeting today...

Emma: Prince Azel... even though you say you don't love me, you're surely... more affectionate than anyone else.

Azel: Huh?

I involuntarily stop my hand and peer into her sweet face.

Azel: What did I do for you to interpret it that way?

Emma: When you were talking to everyone... you had a gentle expression.

Emma: I was secretly watching from your lap, thinking, "This must be Prince Azel's true nature"...

(...This isn't funny.)

(A god who doesn't love people is affectionate...)

Emma: Ah... Hyaa...!

I lift up her negligee and thrust my fingers in, all at once.

I delve deep inside, so that her mouth can't utter any more nonsense.

Azel: You're mistaken.

Emma: Ah, nn... That's... unfair!

Azel: I don't care.

(I just like to see people carve out their own path with their own strength.)

(I just like the moments when people laugh together and create a lively atmosphere...)

(...To call this affectionate...)

(...)

(...Will she say it?)

(No, she won't. Please don't say it.)

Emma: Loving someone isn't scary.

As if she could see right through my heart, Emma embraces me.

Emma: When I can prove that to you...

Emma: Please be more honest and love many things.

Unconsciously, my breath begins to tremble.

I kiss her hair, praying she doesn't notice my trembling.

Emma: Ah, but... I want to be Prince Azel's number one.

Emma: I want to be loved more than anyone else...

Emma also presses her lips against mine, her face bashful before my eyes.

It was a carefree bashfulness that seemed to defy the logic that love is a curse.

Azel: ...

Emma: ...

Azel: .................

Emma: ...Um...

Emma: ...Say something, please. This is awkward.

Azel: It's your own fault, isn't it?

(Love is a curse. That's why I will never love anyone.)

(...But, if by any chance, what you say is true, and real love doesn't make anyone unhappy...)

(I might not refuse to admit that I love you...)

Emma: Prince Azel—...

Azel: ...If you're going to say things like "number one," could you please stop doing that for starters?

Emma: Stop what?

Azel: Calling me "Prince"

Azel: I'm an ordinary person now, so isn't "Prince" strange?

Emma: Why so suddenly...?

Azel: There's no deep meaning.

(The first people I loved were my brothers.)

(Those brothers don't call me "Prince")

(If you're so insistent that love isn't a curse, you should start by changing how you address me.)

(Because it makes me feel clearly loved.)

Emma: Then, how about Azel-san?

(...If possible, I'd prefer just my name...)

(No, no one else calls me that, so maybe it's better this way.)

Azel: Well, that's fine.

Azel: Emma.

Emma: W-what is it?

As usual, I pin Emma down and kiss her, never tiring of it.

Precisely because I understand that this emotion, which I can't control despite knowing logically what it is, is "real love"—

I won't admit it yet.

Azel: I don't love you, so don't misunderstand.

Emma: Hehe... You're quite stubborn. Just the way I like it.

(I won't admit it... but the hateful curse you've placed on me is too strong.)

(...What are you going to do about it, damn it?)

.

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FIN

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[mneiai]

My personal ratings for a bunch of Ikemen Prince characters:

(They're in alphabetical order. Vague spoilers for multiple routes.)

(See my current route ratings here)

Akatsuki: 9/10

Really fun character, love him every time he gets significant screentime, especially Gilbert's and Rio's routes, desperately hope he's a major character in the upcoming new prince stuff. Loses a point because he's the number one supporter of Belle being his daughter, but constantly denies it, too (just adopt her already omg). Pretty sure he's actually an information broker and not a bookseller? Would be cool if he were like head of the stereotypical rofan information guild.

Azel: 7/10

Only know the bare minimum about him so far and that he's disappointingly pale, also that he is very, very punchable seeming. I've got high hopes for his route! (But right now am just shipping him with Silvio)

Chevalier: 3/10

Occasionally interesting, backfires for me because he'd be so much better if they'd just let him be a villain instead of trying to have their cake and eat it, too. A huge victim of failures to both "show don't tell" and of successfully writing a character who is smarter than the writers. Too good at anything with more or less fake weaknesses. Huge disappointment, his presence is almost always a reminder of how much cooler he could have been interspersed with a few scenes where he actually gets to shine. Also constantly annoyed at his warmonger imperialism being treated as a perfectly good philosophy for Rhodolite's king to have instead of a major flaw. And if he was half as smart as he supposedly is, he'd never even want the throne because of how much that would limit his mobility and ability to hide what he's doing (another way Gilbert is the superior character).

Clavis: 7/10

Better in other routes/events than his own, when there's a "is he or isn't he?" mystique around his loyalty and where he gets to be a true chaos monkey. Especially because he's not considered one of the geniuses, but in multiple routes he very much seemed to be thinking so many steps ahead he might be psychic. Normally he's creepy in the best of ways. Don't really get his motivations all things considered, but I'm also pro-killing-Chev-off.

Cyran: 15/10

Best character in the game. Clever, funny, caring, cutting dry humor. Who else could spend so much time with Clavis without committing a murder? Total bullshit we can't romance him. Let me leave Clavis/Chev/whoever for him, damn you, game. Clavis should hilariously non-consensually adopt him so he can count as a prince and be an LI. Or let him lead a peasant revolt and become prime minister or something.

Gilbert: 10/10

Most aesthetically pleasing model in the game, could stare at him on my screen forever. Love yanderes, like how he's still a little freaky about the MC in many other routes even if they can't make him a yandere there (I've got a whole theory how there's like three different Gilbert timelines a route could be using lol). Somehow does not suffer from the same issues as Chev despite also being way smarter than any writer, we constantly get shown just how clever he is in meaningful ways. Actually has a real, very serious weakness (loved seeing it in Silvio's route). Also ruining his own vision for aesthetics, which is hilarious. Would be 11/10, but loses a point for obsessing over purity (boring) instead of obsessing over corrupting others (hot). Definitely abusive, but he's literally the main antagonist of the game so that's expected.

Jin: 3/10

Listen, I don't care about his tragic backstory, his and his parents' trauma, or anything else, what I care about is how horribly written Clause 99 is. He had years to come up with something and wrote that absolute dogshit? AND is totally inconsistent about enforcing it and what exactly it means. Leon's Clause 100 is what Clause 99 should have been. Also he somehow manages to come off as an even bigger creeper than Nokto and Clavis combined half the time.

Keith (Kind): 6/10

A little too wishywashy and weak at first, but by the end of his route he's gotten a lot better, of course, and he is still very kind across other routes. I always feel bad for him dealing with Wicked Keith's bullshit (like in Silvio's route oof), it would be like if Licht and Nokto shared a body. Weird mix of super naive and totally aware of the danger he's in, frustratingly passive at points.

Keith (Wicked): 7/10

Prefer him to Kind Keith, kind of love the theory he's the original which honestly would be so much more interesting. Loses a point for that roofie event and other similar 'trying to make people hate Kind Keith' bs, which is normally very gross, but also he's sort of an antagonist so I get why they have him do it. Could be way more yandere, even if he can't be possessive about Belle and Kind Keith.

Leon: 9/10

It's okay to be an actually nice guy who actually cares about people, especially when accompanied by the bleakest backstory in the game and every reason to want to burn the world down. Biggest letdown is how often they ignore his power and influence to instead have Chevalier shine by himself or against Gilbert, who also could have made an amazing contrast with Leon if they'd allowed a three way rivalry between them. His supportiveness to everyone and willingness to take risks to protect people even if they don't deserve it is chef's kiss and not utilized nearly enough. Should just always be made king in every route, he's the best option in all of them (except if we abolished the monarchy!! which he also would probably accept).

Licht: 6/10

I wish I liked his character design a little more, because this sad boy is very adorable, personality wise. Doesn't really have a presence in most routes, though (he barely even appears in most of them), and even in events where it's him he's kind of blah to me.

Luke: 7/10

Okay actually this is my least favorite of the character designs, just not aesthetically appealing to me at all. But I'm into siscon characters and I like his backstory, and twisted relationship with Gilbert. Biggest drawback is how often he's just sort of this innocent background character in most routes when he should always at least have major hints at not being so. Also 1/10 for not dismantling the monarchy. Boo.

Lydia/Lidia: 10/10

Best mother in the game (sorry, Sariel). Kind, clever, regal. She started as a commoner, but is very much the image of a queen, so fuck you fourth prince's mother saying commoners can't cut it. Her name was spelled both ways in the brief time we saw her and that just shows how much attention is given to other female characters, alas.

Matthias: 4/10

The initial design/introduction of him definitely leaves me thinking he's infinitely kickable--kinda fashy seeming Aryan guy? yeah, no. But I've been trying to read some fan translations of his events and stuff and I'm starting to understand why he seems like such a fan favorite. Still not sure how I'll actually feel about him, though, once we get his route.

Nokto: 4/10

I still haven't forgiven him for not even apologizing after almost getting Belle raped in the very rapey situation he dragged her into in Leon's route and also for being an unbelievable creeper in a bunch of other routes/events. I don't care if "threaten to SA a person to get them to leave me alone" is his go-to, it's still threatening to SA someone. Since trying to play ikevil Alfons route I'm a bit more lenient towards Nokto, though. I like his character design more than Licht's, though that's not saying much (neither of them hold a candle to William, anyway).

Rio: 8/10

I had this guy totally wrong, but it took reading his own route to figure that out so minus a point for that, but love him after reading his route (also great in Silvio's). He's much stronger and smarter than I thought. The amnesia thing is a bit contrived, I kind of wish he'd been faking it first because he wanted a break and then because he fell in love. Not really sure why he also pushes the idea that he can't be with Belle even after he finds out who he is, clearly his parents would let him.

Roderic 8/10

For the love of god, they need to do an event where he's friends with Leon, I can't take the elephant in the room whenever they're around each other. Anyway, good character, good use of tropes and all, I like how he's so loyal and obedient, but like still can pushback some against Gilbert. Obviously aesthetically pleasing. Also very ninja.

Sariel: 5/10

I like what he is, but at the same time I'm hugely disappointed in what he's not, kinda like a better version of what's going on with Chev. The prologue sold him as way more manipulative and wicked than he ended up being, I thought he'd be more of an antagonist, maybe even a power hungry grey eminence pushing Belle towards choosing a weak king he could manipulate or something. Instead he's very Exhausted Eldest Sibling vibes and helpful in that 'Annoying Teacher Trying to Get the Student to Figure Things Out On Their Own' way. Also not kinky enough by half for someone running around with a whip.

Silvio: 6/10

Unnecessarily abusive towards the MC and his "reason" for hating women is just a bullshit excuse, the writers didn't even try to justify using that trope. Should be far kinkier for someone that into collars, very disappointing. I do like his relationship with Rio a ton, though, and wish we'd gotten more of them during his route. He's cool at the end of his route and I really like his interactions with Gilbert.

Yves: 5/10

I just really don't like cutesy tsunderes and I'm not a fan of his character model in general. He's nice enough in most routes/events and great as a friend/wingman, just not really LI material to me. Wish they'd done more with his Obsidianite background in more routes.

[otomehoneyybearr]

Azel Radwan Bonus Story!

Our First XX with the Twisted God This story contains NSFW content, Minors please DNI

This follows the Fake Lovers Event Story, so please read @shatcey’s summary here before continuing ❤️

After becoming a true couple with the living god, Prince Azel—now simply Azel—that particular misfortune happened once again.

Azel: "Are you stupid?"

Emma: "I don’t have an excuse."

(That was careless of me.)

Fresh out of the bath, my body felt unnaturally warm, and my breathing became shallow without me realizing it.

The urge to curl up and claw at my own skin was painfully familiar.

Azel: "This has happened before, hasn’t it? The soap in the bath being swapped for one laced with an aphrodisiac."

Azel: "And it was the exact same soap as last time, wasn’t it?"

Emma: "Now that you mention it, I thought it smelled a little different, but I didn’t think much of it..."

Azel: "Your sheer idiocy almost brings me to tears."

Emma: "I-I’m sorry."

Azel: "...So? Why are you clinging to my clothes like that?"

Emma: "If possible... um..."

Azel: "No."

Emma: "I haven’t even said anything yet."

Azel: "Do people affected by aphrodisiacs really have the luxury of making requests?"

Emma: "Ugh..."

(He knows I want him to touch me.)

(I was going to set aside my shame and ask, but he’s tough to convince.)

From the start, Azel hasn’t met my gaze even once. It feels like he’s purposely trying not to have me in his line of sight.

(…But his ears are a little red.)

(It doesn’t seem like he’s upset or disgusted. If anything he looks… embarrassed?)

Emma: "I’m your lover… aren’t I, Azel?"

Azel: "As I always say, you’re a self-proclaimed one."

Emma: "Even a self-proclaimed lover is still a lover."

I deliberately moved into Azel’s line of sight, and his faint blush seemed to deepen.

Emma: "Please help your self-proclaimed lover."

Azel: "...Absolutely not."

Azel: "More importantly, shouldn’t you do something about your appearance first?"

Emma: "I’m just wearing my usual nightgown."

Azel: "Put something over it."

Emma: "It’s... too hot."

Azel: "Shall I throw you outside, then?"

Emma: "…You twisted god."

Azel: "Twisted and proud."

Emma: "…"

Azel: "Please stop looking at me like that."

Emma: "Then how am I supposed to look at you?"

Perhaps growing impatient, Azel grabbed my shoulders to push me toward the bed.

Emma: "Mm…!"

(Even just a slight touch makes me feel this way…)

The hands on my shoulders quickly withdrew, as if startled.

Azel: "Don’t make weird noises; it’s awkward enough as it is."

Emma: "You’re asking for the impossible!"

Emma: "…I’m doing my best to hold back."

Azel: "Then try harder."

Emma: "I would if I could!"

Emma: "I know it’s improper, but..."

(The last time I was affected by an aphrodisiac, I endured it until the effects wore off.)

(But now… the person I love is right in front of me.)

(It’s the same aphrodisiac, yet I feel like I can’t hold out this time.)

(Isn’t it normal to want the person you love to touch you…?)

Abandoning all reason, I threw myself into Azel’s chest.

Azel: "Hey…!"

Emma: "…I can’t help it. I love you, Azel!"

Azel: "..."

Azel: "............"

Emma: "Is it… really no good?"

Azel: "……"

Looking up at him, I saw Azel’s gaze wandering, as if struggling with something internally.

Eventually, he rested his forehead against my shoulder in defeat.

Azel: "…Just for today. Don’t expect me to help next time."

Emma: "Ah…!"

Suddenly, his tongue brushed against my neck, and my knees almost gave out.

(This... is far more intense than I expected...)

As soon as Azel decided to go along with it, his resistance from earlier felt like a distant memory.

As he skillfully teased my neck, I had to clutch his clothes just to keep myself upright.

Every little breath seemed to set my hypersensitive, aphrodisiac-affected body ablaze, making me unable to stop the sounds that escaped my lips.

Emma: "Ah… wait… I need a break—"

Azel: "I can’t hear you."

Emma: "Ah…!"

He boldly kneaded my chest over the nightgown, making my back arch involuntarily.

The overwhelming sensations exceeded my limit, and I eventually collapsed onto the floor.

Azel: "You were the one who asked for this."

Emma: “I… didn’t know."

Azel: "Didn’t know what?"

Emma: "That an aphrodisiac could… make me feel this out of control…"

Azel: "Good. Consider it a lesson learned."

Azel: "…Not that I’m stopping now."

Emma: "Huh?"

Azel sat cross-legged and pulled me toward him.

Before I knew it, I was completely nestled between his knees, with no way to escape.

Emma: "P-Please, go easy on me…"

Azel: "Did you say something?"

Emma: "Ah…!"

His hand slipped inside my collar, directly brushing against the sensitive peak of my chest, teasing it relentlessly.

I wanted him to stop—but at the same time, I didn’t. It was agonizing, yet I yearned for more—a confusing, overwhelming mix of emotions. Despite this, my body involuntarily tried to retreat.

But my body couldn’t keep up with my feelings, and I unconsciously tried to pull away. Azel pinned me down with his knees and slid a hand between my legs.

(I… feel like I’m losing my mind…)

The wet sounds stirred up a deeper heat within me, making my body grow even hotter.

Emma: “Ah… It’s… too much…”

Azel: "…Already at your limit? That’s not my problem. After all, I’m the so-called twisted god."

Emma: "Aah…!"

A sharp pinch of his fingers left my mind blank.

(It’s frightening… how good this feels.)

The tears spilling from the corners of my eyes were wiped away by a slightly rough kiss.

(Huh…?)

Getting a closer look, I realized something strange.

He furrowed his brows as if enduring some inner torment, and when our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze.

Emma: "Could it be that…?"

Emma: "The aphrodisiac affected you too, Azel?"

Azel: "What?"

Emma: “You look like you’re suffering just as much as I am.”

Azel: “Are you an idiot? Don’t spout nonsense when you can’t even read the mood.”

Azel’s scowl deepened as he leaned in to bite my ear.

Emma: “Ahh! Not my ears!”

Azel: "Don’t complain."

Emma: "Hyah!"

His tongue traced the edge of my ear, teasing it mercilessly and my mind went blank again.

But Azel didn’t stop.

Azel: "Damn it… I thought I hated women under the influence of aphrodisiacs."

Azel: "…But when you show me this side of you, how could I possibly hold back?"

Emma: "W-Wait… n-no… stop!"

Emma "If this keeps up, I’ll die!"

Azel: "You won’t die. If anything, I’m the one who feels like I’m about to die."

Emma: "That’s ridiculous—"

(Wait…)

Using what little rationality I had left; I pressed myself against Azel’s chest.

Through the fabric, I felt a heartbeat pounding just as wildly as mine—if not more so.

Emma: "...Even though I’m just your self-proclaimed lover?"

Azel: "..."

(Thank goodness.)

(...It doesn’t seem like I’m the only one caught up in this.)

Azel may be twisted, cunning, and utterly dishonest, but his actions and expressions spoke louder than anything.

That realization made me happy. I wanted to know more about him. Perhaps it was that very feeling that made me cling to him so desperately as the effects of the aphrodisiac coursed through me.

Azel: “What’s with that grin? Still have the energy to be smug, huh?”

Emma: “N-not at all! I’m completely at my limit here!”

With a tug, he slipped the nightgown off my body, his relentless touch left no part of me unclaimed.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that my body stopped obeying me. My protests melted into incoherent cries, and I could only shake my head in vain.

I desperately shook my head to signal I’d reached my limit, but my lips were sealed in a kiss.

When I peeked through half-lidded eyes, I realized I wasn’t the only one nearing my breaking point.

Those mystical, star-filled eyes spoke more than any words could.

Azel: “Just so you know… this isn’t because I like you or anything sentimental like that.”

Azel: “This is... a matter of primal instinct, nothing more."

Emma: “….”

Azel: “So don’t look at me like that. This is just the aphrodisiac at work.”

Emma: “Didn’t you just call me an idiot earlier when I suggested the same thing?”

Azel: “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Either way, this is purely the aphrodisiac’s fault.”

Azel: “Definitely not because of your … allure or anything like that.”

Azel: “Absolutely not.”

Emma: “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

I chuckled at his roundabout confession, but he quickly stripped me of even that fleeting moment of levity.

Though the aphrodisiac might have started this, the way my body ached for him made it clear—it wasn’t just the drug.

(This feeling… it’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way.)

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