#this is probs gonna be WILDLY ooc when the full game comes out

[be-my-prince]

Keir/Reader - Predictable

keir is best boy of the week. i had to do this eventually. i’ve been egged.

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[masterpost]

Keir wasn't a chaser. He wasn't one to mother, despite the jabs and accusations thrown at him once the crew was one too many drinks in.

He could argue that it was simply because he didn't have it in him, but frankly, he just didn't care enough to. Sure, he knew some people who needed to get their shit together. But that wasn't his problem.

Their shit, their problem.

Life was just easier that way.

But when he saw your cloak draped over the side of the sofa, it sat oddly in him, a discomfort that had him scooping it up before he could think twice. And then there he was, knocking at your door.

"Hey, you left your stuff out here."

Not that he cared. He couldn't care less about where you left your belongings, as long as you were neat about it. But you never went anywhere without your cloak, and he had slowly come to learn that you were a creature of habit.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he'd realized it, just that it sort of seeped into his way of life until he simply couldn’t deny it.

Maybe it was in the way you tidied the kitchen after meals. He chucked the dishes and silverware into wherever they fit. You took the time to sort them out, like you actually cared about this shithole.

Or maybe in the way you liked to organize his books alphabetically. Sometimes by title, sometimes by author. Oh yes, he noticed. He may be messy, but that didn't mean he didn't have a system in place. One that you'd completely ruined, by the way, but he found himself oddly... charmed more than anything else.

Or it could just be the little quirks he came to notice over time. The way you tilted your head when you were deep in thought. How you shifted your feet when you were uncertain. The soft hum when you were making a decision.

You were predictable. Maybe that was boring to most people, but in his wayward lifestyle, it was almost... comforting.

He knocked on your door again, more firmly this time. You probably wanted your cloak.

When you didn't answer, he glanced down at the doorknob. It was a boundary that had been crossed once— and only once. It had been an emergency. You were sick. He slipped in food and water. Both of you agreed to stop locking your doors after that incident, but that was still as far as he'd ever gone in your room.

This wasn't so much an emergency, but it bothered him. He figured it'd bother you too. And knowing you, you wouldn't mind terribly as long as he kept his presence at a minimum.

He opened the door to your room, and it was probably half way open when he found himself staring at your masked face.

"The fuck?" He jerked back, heart in his throat. After taking a moment to let it settle, he shot you a glare. "By the Lunar God's scars, why are you just standing there?"

But you could hardly explain, having doubled over in laughter at the sight of him. It was such a stupid sound —this whole situation was stupid— but it had his stomach doing somersaults.

His anatomy was so fucked.

"Oh hells," you giggled, hardly able to speak through the bouts of chuckles. "I-I can't believe you fell for it.” “Explain.” He fought to keep his voice flat, steady. “Griff and I bet 20 coin that you mother people when given the chance to,” you managed to get out while definitely wearing a shit-eating grin. “I was just wondering how far you'd go."

"You set me up." He was in near disbelief.

"And you are a nagger." You stepped out and shut the door behind yourself, snagging the cloak from his hands. "I'm gonna go collect. Don't wait up, mum."

He watched as you wrapped the fabric around yourself snuggly, then disappeared through the front door. Slowly, he shook his head, but failed to stop the corners of his lips from twitching upwards.

Just when he thought he had you pinned, you were something else.

But he didn't dwell on that for long— he was too busy chasing you right out the door because, well, he wasn't just about to let you ruin his reputation.