#ikeprince keith

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[queen-dahlia]

Bunnies❤️

So freaking adorable 🥺❤️ They will be my new icons lwrrnwh

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Ok but why have i been sleeping on keith from ikeprince?? do people not like him?? like i never see keith stans!! his route is actually so cute so far (granted i'm only on Ch 6). do people have reservations about the probably v inaccurate dissociative identity disorder representation? that's what was giving me the ick initially! but the way he's written is actually so exciting?? am i crazy?? keith stans wya!!??

[lichtluv]

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𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚

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⌞ 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙. ⌝

[nightvers]

Queen Mc wakes up one day, only to look around and notice that she’s in her old (common life) room. She thinks it’s weird, how can she not? But decides to get more information before jumping to conclusions.

She looks around the room and then gets dressed in her old clothes. It’s worth mentioning that she looks a little younger, but not too much. Again, “I should gather more information.”

Once she goes out to town, she notices that some vendors, who have improved their businesses and switched their marketing locations, are back to their old places. And their shops seem smaller and less profitable.

She notices some neighbors waving at her. The scenery is too familiar.

As she thinks more, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had returned back in time; before she was even named “belle”. She thought that the idea was too.. unrealistic. Maybe she read too many fantasy books? But she couldn’t just write off her gut feeling.

She walked around and soon noticed her husband [suitor] with his attendants. It seemed like he was there for inspection. It must’ve been a great task, if he came here himself.

She ran over to him. “My king!”

The prince turned around to look at the woman weirdly. It was as she thought, he didn’t remember her, because in this time, they hadn’t met yet.

The prince looked at her warily and spoke firmly “Tread carefully. You speak of treason.”

She understood right away. The king hadn’t died yet, and calling him ‘king’ would cause him problems.

She apologized, but even if he didn’t remember/know her, she didn’t shy away from speaking to him about her concerns. She tells him that she knows him, that she somehow ended up in this time. She shares her worries, she’s scared because she doesn’t understand what’s happening.

The prince foolishly hears her out. He curses himself for not dismissing this delusional woman right away. But her eyes genuinely seem worried and her voice sounded genuine.

[Depending on the suitor of your choosing, he may be kind enough to give you a benefit of the doubt but not take you seriously, or he may tell you to leave his presence at once.]

Either way, when he returns to the palace, he can’t help but think back on Mc’s words. He wishes he could forget, but he cannot. Maybe the woman escaped from psychiatric ward or maybe she was simply unfortunate.

He tries to get rid of the thoughts of her but some things still bothered him. How did she know so much about him? how dare she approach the prince without even humbling herself before him? Why was she acting so familiar with him?

[And depending on your suitor..] Some will be smart enough to figure out this riddle on their own. Some will take a little more convincing, more insistance. However, in the end suitors manage to find the truth to this incident, just like how they always do.

Either way, the man must come to the conclusion himself. Which sets us up for an interesting scene. The prince is led to a conclusion that Mc is his wife. But once he reaches that idea, he is left to wonder - ‘how did someone like him actually settle down?’

[adding specific prince tags cuz I want more ppl to see this☆〜（ゝ。∂）]

[ No Rio or Sariel tags cuz they dont fit the ‘king’ narrative. ]

[villain-hotline]

so from playing Keith's side story ... lemme tell you his kinks because i am losing my fucking mind rn

size kink, fear play, manhandling, sadism, thigh riding, teasing, bondage maybe ?

either way this man has me in a fucking chokehold and in this essay i will....

[beauty-and-the-bert]

Keith: I'm sorry

Carlo: I'm sorry

Keith: I'm sorry

Carlo: I'm sorry

Keith: I'm sorry

Carlo: I'm sorry

Keith: I'm sorry

Carlo: I'm sorry

Keith: I'm sorry

Carlo: I'm sorry

Keith: I'm sorry

Carlo: I'm sorry

[viatagrinner]

Keith Howell. Drunk, she sleeps unprotected

Event: A peaceful night for two. His POV

Since I started staying in Rhodolite, I've had more opportunities to drink.

Mostly it has to do with Mr. Silvio's drinking, but on rare occasions... Yes, on rare occasions I drink with Ms. MC.

I was aware that I had gotten close to her lately. I was also aware that she was an inspiration to me...

So maybe I made a mistake.

MC: ....Hmmm... Keith...

Hearing Ms. MC's voice, I came to my senses.

Sitting across from the carriage, she looked like a fresh apple, and her eyes were moist.

(...No, I can't look straight at her.)

Keith: What's wrong? Do you have a headache?

Averting my gaze slightly, I asked.

MC: .... I'm sleepy.

Keith: Oh, oh! Then go to sleep. We still have time before we get to the castle.

Keith: I'll wake you up when we get there. ....No, but it's uncomfortable to sleep in a carriage.

Keith: Do you want me to be your pillow?

MC: .......Yes. I want a pillow.

Keith: I understand. If you don't mind, I'd like you to use me, as much as you need to.

When I sit down with Ms. MC, the little head rests in my lap.

(I think she's totally drunk. What should I do?)

(...It's my fault. Today's wine was easy to drink, so I had to be careful.)

MC: Lord Keith....

Keith: Huh?

MC: Please give me your hand.

Keith: If it's okay with me, go ahead.

As I hold my hand out in front of me, Ms. MC grabs it with both hands and places it on her forehead.

MC: That feels good. Lord Keith has big hands...they're delicate, so I like them...hehe.

Keith: I see. .......... I'm in trouble.

Seeing her smile and laugh made my body was getting hot.

I took a deep breath and braced myself for the possibility that my sanity would collapse if I let my guard down.

(But, I wonder, does Ms. MC get like this when she's drunk? I didn't expect that, as she is usually so calm.)

(.... From now on, let's stop drinking together. It makes me feel weird).

As I stroked her soft hair, Ms. MC comfortably closed her eyes, and even breathing was heard.

(I hope Ms. MC won't regret it tomorrow when she cools down.)

(............)

(And you're freakin' adorable, by the way. I wonder if you've ever been drunk like this before.)

(I'm worried because there are a lot of men around Ms. MC.)

I kept stroking Ms. MC's hair while she slept peacefully.

Even though I know in my heart that this is not something a man would do to a girl who is not his lover, I can't stop.

(..............Cute.)

Coachman: Lord Keith, we have arrived.

Keith: What!?

The carriage door suddenly opened, and I jerked my hand away with such force that a residual image might have remained.

Coachman: Lord Keith?

Keith: Sorry, sorry. It's nothing.

(What's the rush?)

Ms. MC is still asleep.

I took a deep breath and carefully lifted her up so as not to wake her up...

Nokto: Hey, I see something interesting.

I planned to take the most inconspicuous route possible and get Miss MC to her room, but as soon as I stepped out of the carriage, I met Nokto's gaze.

Keith: No, this is a misunderstanding.

Nokto: And I haven't said anything yet.

(...I have to calm down.)

I'm clearing my throat while I hold Miss MC.

Keith: Mr. Nokto, are you leaving now?

Nokto: Well, by the way, shall we call the servants?

Attempts to divert the conversation ended in vain, and the crimson eyes were fixed on Ms. MC

Nokto: Because I can't have a lady disturbing my guests.

Keith: No... there's no need to.

(Originally I should have asked for it.)

I didn't want to give Ms. MC, who smelled like sweet wine, to someone else.

(I wonder if she'd hate me if she knew I'd done something like that... but I don't want to stop.)

Nokto: Oh, I see. Did I say something rude?

Keith: No, it's a misunderstanding!

Nokto: That's why I didn't say anything.

(...... How many times do I have to make the same mistake over and over again?)

Nokto: Did you like this girl?

Nokto smiles meaningfully.

Not that I'm so dumb as not to understand what you're trying to say.

(I should refute that before strange rumors arise...)

Flashback:

MC: That feels good. Lord Keith has big hands...they're delicate, so I like them...hehe.

Flashback ends.

Keith:.....It seems that way.

Nokto: ..........😧

(.......Denial......)

(.............I thought I was going to do that.)

The weeds that grow there might be much smarter.

Although I was disgusted by the lack of results, I was not ready to deny it now.

Keith: Mr. Nokto, you're going out, aren't you? Be careful.

Keith: Besides, could you give me some time tomorrow? I have something to offer you.

Nokto: So I'm supposed to keep quiet about it?

Keith: Is that a bad thing?

Nokto:.......Right.

The sly smile is replaced by the beautiful smile you often see at social events.

Nokto: I didn't see anything, Your Highness Keith.

Keith: I am saved.

As if nothing had happened, we parted ways.

If I lower my gaze, Ms. MC is still defenselessly asleep.

As kind as she is, she shouldn't be so defenseless against someone who lets her guard down.

(......Right.)

(I feel like I'm being told I'm "special" and it's hard to let go.)

(I'm selfish.)

MC: Lord....Keith...

A faint voice brings me out of my thoughts.

(I'll apologize tomorrow, so just today...)

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Next Day.

MC: I'm very, very sorry.

The next morning I was stunned by Ms. MC who came into my room.

Keith: Ms. MC, raise your head. You have done nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologize for.

MC: No, I remember last night.

MC: How you brought me to my room...And before that, how I used you as my pillow...

Keith: Rather, I was honored to be your pillow! So don't feel bad.

Keith: I'd be your pillow every day if I had to/ I'm happy to be your pillow every day.

MC: .......

Keith: Sorry, I said something weird/creepy.

(Was that indeed creepy? I was out of line.......)

Keith: Ah, I want you to feel free! I didn't do anything wrong.

MC: I know, I know. Thank you.

MC: Lord Keith is very kind.

Keith: .... I wonder.

(Not good. Just selfish.)

MC: You're very kind. ....So I hope you won't mind if I join you again for a drink.

MC: I'll be careful not to fall asleep next time!

(You're really...... giving me the benefit of the doubt, aren't you?)

Last night in the carriage, I vowed never to drink alcohol together.

Otherwise, I'm afraid my ulterior motives will really leak out someday......

However, the innocent smile on her face made my sanity collapse.

Keith: Even if you fall asleep, I'll carry you again.

A hand that unconsciously reaches out and gently wraps around a soft ear-shell.

When I touched my fingertips to her ear, Miss MС's face turned red.

Keith: Miss MC. I know it's a little too much...

Keith: But I want you to call me whenever you want a drink.

(I don't think there is absolutely no man who would look at this face and think nothing of it.)

MC: Well, I don't normally get drunk like that, do I?

MC: Lord Keith was about me, so I let my guard down.

Keith: ......After all...you are in dangerous.

MC: What?...

Keith: No, I'm sorry. Please pretend you didn't hear me.

My body felt strangely hot, so I let go of Ms MC's hand.

(I should worry about myself before I worry about other people.)

I felt the persistent smell of last night's sweet wine touch my nose.