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“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.” For Jesper x Reader??

For you my beloved anything, but especially Jesper content are YOU KIDDING ME this man understands the assignment.

It's All Bad Choices From Here On Up Baby - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Gambling. Guns. Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Jesper Being So Unbelievably Sexy All The Time. No Beta/Proof Reading.

You pull the card up from the flat of the table and it looks easy, it looks effortless, it looks entirely like you're playing the game as you should be. But Jesper spots you, from the bar, and that coy smile of his almost makes you lose your concentration. You're not cheating, at least that's what you tell yourself, it's not cheating if everyone else at the table is cheating too, it's levelling the playing field.

"Gorgeous you want to let me in on this?" Jesper whispers close to your ear as he takes a seat next to you. His words warm against your neck send a chill through you, and you know he did it on purpose, trying to throw your attention, trying to bring it back to him.

"Not a chance, I am winning," you say, giving him a playful grin.

"I am your good luck charm," Jesper argues. You look him up and down, he is wearing that purple waistcoat with the metal buttons and his smirk is all too enticing, it's that look in his eyes that gets you though, today, not unlike most days, Jesper is looking for trouble. You will not let the tables be the place he finds it though.

"Tapping out," you say, collecting your winnings. Jesper lets his smile slip for a moment, clearly disappointed you won't let him play, but he quickly perks back up again once you cash your bets.

"Couldn't let me have one game?" Jesper asks.

"No," you say, "house always wins Jes," you remind him, "besides the way you're tapping those feet, you have a reason for saddling up next to me, besides my charm."

"Do I need a reason gorgeous?" he asks, stepping closer to you as you both walk. His flirting is normal, it comes as naturally to him as breathing, and you don't hate it.

"What's the job Jes?" you ask, eager to pull the answer from him. He slips his hand down, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, his skin is cool against yours, even in the night air. He pulls you to the side and you stare up at him, not understanding his motives at all.

"You're going the wrong way," he tells you.

"I don't even know where we are going," you remind him, shaking free of his grip and giving the mans jacket a playful tug. "You still haven't told me."

"Well, it's just a usual evening," Jesper says, his smile bright even in the dingy light of the Barrel, "Kaz wants us to do a small job, you know, some bribery, a little breaking and entering."

"No breaking, just entering," Wylan says joining the fray.

"Merchling," Jesper says, not sparing the boy a glance, "didn't know you were here for this."

"I am here to prevent the breaking part," Wylan explains, fumbling with something in his bag.

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

"Someone has been causing trouble for Nina-,"

"No need to finish," you wave a hand at Wylan, no one messes with Nina Zenik.

"You know that's not why Kaz asked us to do this, right?" Jesper asks Wylan, "it's more about the giant sum of Kruge that he owes Kaz."

"Sure," you say, "it's about that."

Kaz was as unwilling to admit to his attachments as you were willing to admit you liked Jesper more than the playful flirting you both had going on. So needless to say, very much.

Jesper stops in his tracks and you're delayed in stopping, eyes not on the path but on Jesper, and Wylan catches the look. Wylan was not blind, he was one of the most observant people you knew and knowing Inej and Kaz Brekker, that said a lot. But there were things certain people are more inclined to notice than others. Wylan, who for all his doubts still believes in love, he sees it where it's hiding, even if it's hiding well, and you aren't sure it's hiding well.

You look at the house and you wait for Jesper to tell you that you're taking the sewer route from here, or anything more plausible or appealing than this being your destination. "That's a... that is owned by a member of the Merchant Counsel Jesper," you say staring at the harsh metal gates in front of you.

"Yes it is," he confirms.

"Tell me this isn't where we are breaking into," you say.

"This isn't where we are breaking into," Jesper says.

"You're lying," you state, the annoyance in your voice clear.

"You told me to tell you, so I did," Jesper says, "I'd do anything you asked of me when you ask like that."

You want to quip back with something equally flirty, but the looming threat of the nights plan is overriding even your fluttering feeling in your chest when he flirts with you like that. "We will not be given another job if we mess this up," you say confidently.

"We don't need to worry," Jesper says finally.

"We don't?" Wylan asks confused.

"No because if we fail this, Kaz is going to kill us, and dead people don't need jobs," Jesper says, "you ready for this?"

"Am I ready for this?" you ask yourself. "Not really, but no one messes with our Nina."

Wylan pulls a strange grey compound from a folded piece of cloth out of his satchel and starts tearing off sections to hand to each of them. "This should be able to get you through the locked doors without breaking any of the mechanisms, it'll leave a trace obviously, but it won't cause damage so that's one less thing to worry about," Wylan explains.

Jesper frowns looking at the strange grey putty in his hand. "I still hate this plan," Jesper says, but you can see it again, that thrill in his eyes he gets when he is excited. He spins his guns over, one, twice, and a third time before re-holstering them, a little way to release some of that eager, nervous energy before we have to be more tactical. "So gorgeous," he smirks at you, "what are you doing after this?"

"Well, assuming we don't die and we don't get caught by the Stadwatch," you grab a hold of one of the metal spikes on the gates side, pulling yourself up and over in one swift movement, so you stand on the other side of the gate, smirking through at Jesper as you finish, "I think you'll be buying me a drink."

Jesper chuckles. "Trying to get me drunk?" he asks.

You laugh. "Why would I need to do that when you'd do anything I asked of you dead sober," you say, turning away from him and heading up the garden.

"Does Kaz really hate me this much?" Wylan asks, opening the gate with one hand.

"Probably, but why?" Jesper asks, watching you as you walk ahead, a million thoughts he think he should keep to himself swimming in his mind.

"Because this whole third wheeling thing, it feels like a punishment."

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please consider...... angsty fic where Jesper is in a gunfight and actually gets shot for once. it might only be in the side but just the sudden panic he'd get of realising he's not invincible and Y/N did a whole freaking out and leaving before this could happen. Y/N being scared for good reason..... waking up with Y/N at his bedside????????

For One Last Good Night With You - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Angst. Canon Compliant Violence, Threat And Injury. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

It was such a ridiculous fight. Jesper couldn't have been more convinced that there was nothing less worthy of arguing over than this. But argued about it you did. You had damn near lost your mind trying to make him understand and he just couldn't fathom it.

Did you doubt him? Because every ounce of concern you had, every fear you expressed, it sounded like you thought he couldn't handle himself. It sounded like a dismissal of his capabilities. He couldn't hear it. He couldn't even indulge it. Jesper Fahey, for all his gambling debt, and all the reasons to doubt the facts, might not consider himself lucky, but invincible? That he was sure of.

Jesper spent his days feeling like nothing could touch him, because nothing had. Every job with Kaz, he might have barely made it out of so many of them, but he made it out. He has been out gunned more times than he can count and he left without a thread of his jacket torn, while others did not have that courtesy of that.

Although your concern for him was moving at first, the way you were so clearly worried about him coming home, from what you considered an unnecessarily dangerous job, the amusement he had at it slipped away when he saw just how serious you were. You were worried. Worried so deep and so true that you tried your best to dissuade him from this job, and that should have told Jesper something. But what it told him was you doubted his ability to handle himself. It showed a lack of faith in him. That was so far from the truth, but Jesper wasn't able to see that. Not while you're telling him over and over that you cannot handle the idea of him not coming home. All he could wonder is when had he ever given you cause to doubt him? When had he ever not come back to you? Why did you doubt him?

You had wanted him to see the insanity in the plan, in the odds, not doubt himself. You had tried every type of reasoning you could think of to help Jesper see that you believed in him, but you were scared, and you had all the reasons in the world to be. Something felt wrong here, something felt off and miscalculated and you couldn't explain it, but you were scared for him, scared for him in a way you haven't been before. You wouldn't call yourself superstitious, but you felt it in your bones like a bad omen and you didn't know how to make him see. And the more you tried, the less he heard, the more he seemed determine to prove himself, determined to throw himself into the line of fire. So you walked out.

You walked out into The Barrel without another word because each word seemed to just make more problems than the last and you could not push him even further into this. You had to get out of that argument and that room before you completely broke down. You couldn't change his mind and all your trying seemed to make it worse, so you had to leave. You had to get far away from those words and that feeling, and you had to just hope, hope and saints maybe even pray that Jesper could be lucky this time. Even if luck was not something you believed in, that anyone in The Barrel really believed in. You just hoped that maybe it was enough.

He had been too distracted, and he had been too cocky and the mixture of both on his shoulders are a too dangerous mix for this evening, for this plan, for the eight men he counted as seven.

The bullet landed in the higher side of his left shoulder, and the pain is not remotely close to the shock that hits Jesper with the same force of the bullet. He actually let himself get hit, he hasn't gone that before. He has never felt the way the bullet tears through muscle upon entry and again on exit. The shot is clean and barely hits him low enough to do more than graze, but the blood dripping down on his ruffled shirt is very real and the pain is not something he can ignore.

"Jesper?" Comes Inej's voice from the dark, but his vision is swimming and blurred to the point where he cannot tell if Inej is being her shadow like self or if he is losing consciousness.

He cannot remember a time in his life when his breathing has been this shallow, this laboured, this difficult. He knows it's panic, at least a part of him knows it, but the bigger part of him right now is screaming inside his head. This cannot be how he dies. Not here. Not like this. Not leaving things the way he had with you.

"Jesper!" Inej's voice is louder now, and her hand grips his arm with such a suddenness that if Jesper was in his body he would've reacted so fiercely to. But Jesper is miles away, the pain throbbing, the panic squeezing his chest tighter with every breath, his mind with you.

Jesper thinks maybe Inej is trying to say more words but her voice is losing out against the heaviness of his breath and the sound in his head.

Not like this. Not now. Not like this.

"Please," the word falls from his lips as if every other part of his pleading had been said out loud. If Inej responds, if anyone does, Jesper doesn't hear them before he blacks out.

Fuck.

"Out of the woods? Out of the fucking woods? Brekker if I wasn't preoccupied I would ring your neck," you shout, across the slat. Nina is working her hardest on Jesper's shoulder but the pain lurches him awake. He goes to speak but Nina catches him and fixes him with a look.

"Not a word, luckshot," she tells him. "Not a damn word."

"You're assuming you could get that close to me," Kaz responds. Jesper hadn't been conscious for the Kaz the others had seen a few hours before, the Kaz who saw Jesper, no colour in his eyes, laid out and bleeding on the new rug. The Kaz who's voice wavered, who's attachments became all too clear as he nearly let his cane fall from his viper grip.

"Brekker if he died, nothing could have stopped me from ending you," you warned.

"It wasn't his fault," Inej tried, her knees pulled into her chest, head resting on them, arms wrapped tightly around them, holding herself still and together. She trusted Nina, but nearly seeing Jesper bleed out in an alleyway in The Barrel had taken it out of her. She saw Jesper as a brother, and she had already lost one of those. Kaz felt very much the same but tried to bury it under anger. Anger that fizzled out before it reached yours, it flickered in comparison to your rage.

"I told him, I told all of you," your words sound sore now, like your throat is giving way to them. Jesper knows that sound, even if he wishes he didn't. You'd been crying, and not a gentle cautious, keep yourself contained type of cry, no you had screamed your lungs raw.

He hadn't wanted to say goodbye, and you hadn't want to lose him, both the same. "Inej, Kaz, step outside please," Nina says. "I'm trying to work here and you're not helping."

Inej looks to Nina as if to ask what she had done to be sent away, but Nina just eyed back Kaz and Inej understood: she was being sent to keep Kaz calm, to not risk Kaz trying to get revenge before he'd thought everything through.

Jesper feels himself slipping again, the pain making him giveaway and he tries to speak your name before he succumbs to it, but nothing leaves his mouth, and it's just darkness again.

When Jesper wakes again, he can feel the bandage on his shoulder, he can feel how everything is back where it should be, blood staying inside his body, but it still hurts worse than any hangover. He tries to sit up but only then notices the weight on his chest. You're resting on him, you must've fallen asleep waiting for him to wake. You're exhausted, Jesper has no way to tell how long he had been out, and how long he had made you worry. A thousand different apologies climbed into his mind but not a single one would do, not a single one was good enough.

"Jes?" You mumble as you wake from the steady breathing in Jesper's chest changing to a faster pace.

"I'm awake," he tells you. You look at him and he can see that anger, the anger he had seen before he left for the job, the anger he heard you have when spitting venom at Kaz before, and it melts away.

"You scared me you asshole," you tell him, bundling the fabric of his shirt in your hands.

He places a hand delicately on the side of your face and then without the grace or cocky demeanor you're used to, he pulls you into a kiss. A kiss that tells you that he knows how close he came, how much he scared you, a kiss that tells you he is sorry and he never wants to put you through that again. "I'm sorry Ace," he whispers. A smile breaks on your lips, Ace, his lucky card, you'd always had mixed feelings on that nickname, as you did on anything he related back to gambling, but you'd never been so glad to hear it fall from his lips.

"I love you Jesper Fahey," you tell him plain. He looks back at you, and it's not that he ever doubted it, it's not that you'd never said it. It's just... Hearing it now, felt like the first time, felt like the beginning of something and the culmination of it the same.

"I love you," he says, pulling you in for another kiss, "and I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry, just be save... Be alive... Be here."

"Okay," he agrees. "Okay."

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Prompt: “I dunno… kiss the nightmare better?”

for Jesper x reader please!! <3

Don't Like Sleep, But We Like Sleeping In - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Suggestive Content. Mentions Of Relationship Insecurities. No Beta/Proof Reading.

Short little fluffy fluff.

The gentle shaking, and then slightly less gentle shaking of your shoulder rouses you from your sleep. "Jesper?" You mumble, voice laced with the heaviness of your dream.

"Did I wake you?" He asks, wrapping an arm around you.

"Yes," you tell him, blinking the sleep away, "and I can tell you meant to."

"I had a bad dream," he admits. That wakes you up. Jesper doesn't get bad dreams often, that's more your territory, and even more so he wouldn't normally admit something was bothering him so casually, not this late at night. He would usually just try to joke it away.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask leaning against his chest for better support.

"Not really," he admits.

"Okay, then what can I do for you?" You ask, giving him a sleepy smile.

"I dunno... kiss the nightmare better?" This suggestion gets a gentle chuckle from you.

"If that'll help," you lean up to kiss him and he softens with the affection. Your hand is flush against his heart and you can feel the rhythm of his beats.

"Yeah, you're so in love with me," he whispers against your lips.

"Was that ever in doubt?" You ask, pulling back to look him in his eyes, searching for any traces that he might truly have uncertainty about it. He shakes his head but you can see it in his face. "You woke me to check that I'm still in love with you, didn't you?"

"Is there a way to play this off as charming and rogue ish?" He asks. You laugh and rest your face in the crook of his neck, planting a gentle kiss.

"Jesper Fahey, every time you as much as look at me I fall in love with you all over again," you tell him.

"Kiss me again," he says, placing a hand h dear your chin to guide you to him, "and please, do not stop this time."

Your brain is fuzzy by the time the knock occurs against the door. You both ignore it the first time. The second time Nina's voice accompanies the knocking. "I know you guys are awake," she hums.

"Then you know we are busy, come back in," Jesper is punctuating each word with a kiss against your lips, "a while."

"Not a chance, be dressed in five or I am sending Kaz in."

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Prompt every time I look at you I fall in love more

reader x Jesper

Sweat Bullets - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Cursing. Canon Complaint Suggestions And Talk Of Gambling. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Jesper Taglist: @stray-kaz

This isn't the first time Jesper has tried to tell you, it wasn't the second time, he is sure it wasn't even the fifth time. Yet somehow every time he tried to bring the words to his lips they seemed to die on his tongue before he could get there. It wasn't for lack of trying. He was sure of that.

You smile and he is done for, his heart feels close to bursting out of his chest and this hands fidget against the guns in their holsters filled with so much energy he doesn't know where to put.

"Every time I look at you I fall in love more" the words come tumbling out in a hurried declaration before he has half a chance to think about how sudden they sound, how out of nowhere they might feel.

You pause what you're doing, and take a moment, trying to process exactly what just unfolded. You breathe in a deep breath and somehow find yourself sitting down. "Jesper... what?" You want the words to come out differently. You want some type of elegance or at least eloquence in the way you ask it but all your capability for words emptied from your mind the moment his words were said out loud.

"What I mean to say is, you're my friend, right, we are friends you and I? But sometimes, more often than sometimes really, I wish you were more than that, and I've been searching and trying time and time," he is scrambling, tripping over his words, his mind running too fast with all this thoughts that he simply cannot catch up with them.

"We're not just friends," you manage to say despite the sheer madness of the situation. "You know that."

But the way Jesper looks when his eyes meet yours, that unbridled longing, that desperation to be heard for what he is meaning to say with words that aren't carrying the depth of his feelings, you realise that he really doesn't know that. That regardless of how obvious you thought you had made your feelings, even when you thought he could never return, he had somehow not known. You realise that he must feel the same.

"Fuck it. I know I can be chaotic and I might be unreliable, I know it might seem like I'm saying this out of nowhere, but I promise you, if my promises mean anything that I would never say any of this to you if I wasn't sure, and I know I've bet on losing dogs my whole life but-,"

"Jesper, for once, just stop talking-," You step forward, taking his face between both hands and kissing him. It's brief but it shuts him up and you think for almost a full minute it's made everything clearer. But his expression turns quizzical and as his lips part to form confusion you don't know where you went wrong.

"Oh," Jesper says slowly.

"Oh?" You ask, not knowing how to not be offended by that.

"Oh," Jesper repeats. "I owe Nina, so much money."

You take a few seconds, trying to put the pieces together in the correct order. When it clicks you don't have it in you to be mad about it. "You bet against yourself?" You ask.

"I didn't like my odds," he admits. You stare at him, expression gormless.

"Jesper Fahey, you are truly the worst gambler I have ever met," you tell him.

"Just hit the jackpot though, didn't I?" That flirty glint is back in his eye and you can feel the heat in your cheeks.

"I don't know," you tell him, "you might have to kiss me about it."

"I think I can do that."

"Want to bet?"

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Prompt: “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

For Jesper x Reader please!!

Shoot From The Hip - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Gunfire. Suggestive Dialogue And Flirting. Not Beta/ Proof Read.

The gunshot makes your ears ring out, the barrel beside the two of you exploding upon impact. "Saints," you mutter, "a little close for comfort."

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” Jesper is trying to play off the whole situation as a joke, but it's darker than you'd like it to be in the poorly lit streets, and your both running from being shot at, and you don't even know why.

Jesper had looked like he was up to something when he pulled you out of your game of cards by a market stall, and pushed you up against the wall outside of the tavern you were supposed to be watching for Kaz. "It's nearly dusk, you better be here for a booty call," you had joked as he leaned in far too close, body pressed against yours. He had chuckled and he was so nervous that you could feel it in the dancing of his fingers against your side. "Seriously Jesper, what is with you, you're awfully close to me right now."

"Something wrong with that?" he had smirked and then the first gunshot had sounded. "Okay, maybe I need better cover."

"Jesper Fahey, I need an explanation right-," you hadn't a chance to finish before you were being shot at and Jesper was dragging you by your wrist down a back alley.

"I dragged you into this?" you snap back. "You dragged me into this."

"Oh right," Jesper nods, "I did, didn't I? My apologies." He leans around you and takes a shot of his own, you hear someone yell out but you don't move to check. Not because you trust Jesper hit the guy, but because you don't want to place your bets you won't get shot at in the crossfire.

"You going to explain to me why we are being shot at?" you demand, pulling the gun not in Jesper's hand from its holster, and familiarising yourself with it's weight. Jesper watches you, debating on if he should say anything but another gunshot a little too close to your foot makes him decide to not pick that argument. Besides there is something about you holding his gun that makes him want to make far too many jokes and lean in just too close. But he bites back his instincts to do both.

"Not really," he says, taking another shot. You grab a handful of Jesper's moss green shirt, hand curling over the pearly buttons as you do so.

"Jesper, tell me why I am being shot at," you tell him.

"Let go of my shirt, unless you plan on taking it off me," he says, and it would be easy to think Jesper has forgotten that he is in a life endangering situation, but knowing Jesper better means knowing that only makes him more likely to flirt.

"You better shut up, or I will do it for you," you tell him, standing up and twisting to shoot one of the assailants to your left, you hit him in the knee and are quick to duck back down.

"Is that a promise gorgeous?" he asks, giving you a wide grin.

"I hate you sometimes," you tell him, but your smile gives away how much you don't mean it. Jesper mocks being wounded just in time for a bullet to skim between the two of you and make a hole in his waistcoat.

"I love this outfit," he curses. You roll your eyes.

"You've worn better," you tease, grabbing him arm to continue moving.

"Tell me which ones got your attention," he says, pushing you up against the wall again, this time to duck out of the view of some of them running in your pursuit. He is too close again, you can taste the mint on his breath, feel the heat of his face close to yours. You can hear his heartbeat louder than your own.

"Have I mentioned I hate you lately?" you ask, trying to prevent your chest from heaving as you breathe. He just smirks at you and you pinch his arm. He plays off the pain as a silent joke with an overdone expression. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" he asks, looking around to assess if the danger is gone.

"All... sexy and nonchalant," you say, trying to brush him off.

"I can't help looking sexy, sweetheart, it comes naturally," he says.

"Shut up," you warn him.

"No one tells me what to do unless we are in bed-," you place a hand over Jesper's mouth. He has only a few seconds to look at you wide eyed before he realises what you were trying to keep yourselves unseen from. He hears the rattle of the wallet chain and the familiar footsteps. You recognise it too, whoever has been on Jesper's tail, they're with The Black Tips, and you know this bruiser a little too well.

"Trust me?" It's half a question and half an instruction but Jesper nods to both. You pull him in, filling the space between you, by his collar. Jesper is suprised by the kiss but barely misses a beat, sinking into it, pressing you back further against the wall, hands guiding down your shoulder to your waist, keeping you close, holding you still. Jesper is spinning, it's all explosions and fire lights, all gunshots and sparks, his heart is hammering against his chest as if it's a wall that needs to be torn down yesterday. For a moment you both forget why you're here, his fingers lacing against yours, the gentle nudges in the kiss, the drum in your chest that matches his in the race of hearts.

When you pull away Jesper struggles for a second to find his balance. You look around and whoever's was lingering before has gone now, disinterested in two lovers in an alley. You let out a little pant and a sigh of relief before you finally give into the feeling of Jespers gaze hot on you. “I just — I’m breathless, okay?" You say, "It kind of happens... whenever I’m with you." But the look doesn't cease. "Jesper now are you going to tell me what that was about?"

"You kissed me for cover?"

"Yes."

"You kissed me, like that, for cover?"

"Jesper, focus."

"How am I supposed to focus when you kiss like that?" He demands, but theres enough of that joking lightness in his voice that you recognise to ignore him.

"Jesper, tell me what that was about," you insist.

"I'll tell you anything you want to hear if you'll kiss me like that again," he says grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you closer. You think about it, you really think about it, but you just give him a grin and shake free of his hold.

"Tell me what that was about, then I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it?" He asks, gently tilting your face up by your chin, pinched between a finger and a thumb.

"I'll think about it," you repeat, your heart still running away with the force of the kiss, head still spinning.

"Okay, that's good enough for me."

A/N: Mine and Jesper's Shared Braincell's During This.

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Sober Up - Jesper Fahey

Consider this a sequel to "Bottom Of The Barrel, And The Bottle" but can be read without.

Content warnings: Canon Compliant Discussions of Alcohol/Gambling. Fear Of Rejection. Unresolved Ending. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Jesper Taglist: @stray-kaz

The knock at your door isn't surprising, it's early afternoon and you're half expecting to see a disgruntled demolition expert on your doorstep when you open the door, or a charming if not insistent Heartrender looking for honey tea and biscuits as a distraction from the waiting. But opening the door to be face to face with Jesper's eyes softened by sleep and regret, that you hadn't been expecting.

"Fahey, how's that head?" you ask. He rubs the back of his neck with a hand and you don't think you've seen him this sheepish since Kaz caught him at a table hours after he was sent back to the slat.

"Less than optimal," he says. "Can we," he gestures to the inside and you don't budge from the doorway, waiting for him to ask the whole question, "talk?"

"Come on in," you say, putting the reluctance on thick. Jesper swings in and he looks light on his feet, like he is preparing to run. You wonder how often you've seen him look like that, and you conclude more often than he looks grounded.

"I... I need to apologise," he says.

"What for?" You ask. For turning up to your doorstep drunk? For being too drunk to think anything he said through? For saying all those things to you? For only saying them because he was drunk? Or for noticing you because he was drunk? Maybe that's the worst one. Yeah, that was the worst one.

"You're going to make me say it?" Jesper asks, he has taken to leaning on the counter. When he is casual like this, when he is acting not exactly as himself but the mask isn't the all the way up, he looks like so much more than just the sharpshooter with the colourful embroidered waistcoat. He looks like more than a Dreg, more than a crow. He looks like the boy who fell down the rabbit hole and ended up at the bottom of The Barrel. He has sobered up, and his head is pounding and he still is scared to look at you.

"I am not making you do anything Jesper," you hesitate over his name, like you thought about calling him something else, something more delicate, but the hesitation reads as annoyance from where Jesper is stood. "You came to me remember."

"Again," he says, his hand flickers over his pistol on his left, a nervous movement, something he does for comfort, that familiar feeling of pearl and metal bringing him a sense of calm and similarity he is searching for. "I shouldn't have showed up last night, not here, not like that."

"That's what you want to apologise for?" you ask, "coming to me?"

"I didn't have a right," he says, "and I am sorry."

"Jesper, you don't have to be sorry about that," you tell him, "rather you here than staying at the tables."

"But you are mad at me?" he asks, and you cannot help but laugh, it's a bitter and exhausted laugh but it's a laugh, and it's involuntary.

"I am not," you drag in a deep breath, remind yourself that this isn't a fight, that he is trying to apologise even if he is too... Jesper, to know what he is apologising for, "I'm not mad. I am just... I don't know how to separate you from the things you sometimes do and say Jesper."

"You're upset with me about something I said?" he asks. You bite your tongue.

"Do you remember what you said?" you ask slowly.

"Painfully vividly," he admits. You just stare at him for that. "I don't..."

"You don't get me to make people feel wanted just because you've had more than you can handle," you tell him. "Friends don't do that to one another."

"Friends," he echoes back, the word repeating over and over in his mind.

"We are friends, aren't we?" you ask, an insecurity you weren't comfortable with starting to set in.

"We are friends," he says, he takes off his hat now and sets it down on the side and you see a flicker of something else, and you wonder if that's how he saw you last night when you pulled back from him, if he saw the same thing in you then as you see in him now: vulnerability. "But I didn't just notice you because I was drunk."

"You always notice me when you're drunk Jes," you say.

"I notice you when I am sober too," he says, "I notice you all the time."

"You talk a good game Jesper Fahey, but I think you and I are talking about different things," you tell him, "can I get you something?"

"Your forgiveness?" he asks.

"I've already forgiven you, you idiot," you mumble. He catches your hand as you pass him, and the sudden contact, the urgency, makes your heart nearly jump from your chest.

"You do know how I feel about you," he says slowly, "don't you?"

You know that he thinks of you, when he is drunk, when he has won something, when his luck is thriving and he is giddy with that adrenalin. You know he searches for you, that he finds you when he has something to share, because you come to mind as the person he wants to tell. You know he sees you, more than you thought you could be seen in this dismal place. You know he trusts you, enough to come to you when vulnerable, when he needs safe harbour, he trusts you enough to be here now, to apologise. You know he cares about you enough to apologise, and you know very well that is a rare thing. You've seen many ships sink in his harbour for all the holes they took from damage never attempted to mend, with flimsy promises and silences in place of apologies. But to ask yourself if you know how he feels about you? You come up short.

"I only know what you tell me Jesper," you say earnestly, "and besides drunken nonsense I cannot say you've told me a lot."

"I don't tell you because I don't think I know what I would become if I was living in a world, loving you and not being loved in return," Jesper says, and over the sound of the water boiling at the noise in the road, you don't hear him, but you know he said something.

"Jes?" you ask, asking for him to repeat himself. He thinks about it and then says nothing. "Can I get you something?"

"No," he says, reaching for his hat, "I should be going."

"Will I be seeing you soon?" you ask.

"Later tonight?"

"Sober?"

"I promise," he assures you.

"I expect you to keep that promise Fahey, you turn up sober and I will make you dinner."

"It's a date," he smiles and steps out of your door. You hum a response and don't look up, not even as the lock clicks itself into place.

Jesper leans against the wall beside your door, muttering curses to himself over and over. "Next time," he tells himself, dusting his jacket down, "next time."

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Prompt

X: Y, how do I get revenge on my enemies?

Y: The best revenge in life is letting go and living well.

X: Z, how do I -

Z: Bomb.

I SEE YOU, buckle up for some Fluffy Flirty Appreciating Nina Content and crows.

Eat, Drink, And Be Merry, (For Tomorrow We Die) - Nina Zenik

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Explosions/Demolition. Casual I Love You Confession. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

"I can’t look," Jesper is making a fuss, one of the blades nicked his jacket in the riot, but you are relatively sure it didn't even break skin, but that doesn't stop him being... loud about it. "Tell me honestly," he grabs a hold of Wylan's arm, glaring him down like he could be the culprit, "how bad is it?" Wylan moves to open his mouth, but before he gets the chance to say anything, Jesper clasps a hand over Wylan's mouth. "No wait, don’t tell me, I have changed my mind."

"You're not even bleeding," Nina tells him.

"Not me," Jesper says, "the coat." You stifle a laugh and Jesper eyes you. "It's my best coat."

"Then let me," Wylan says, tugging the coat off. You tune out Jesper asking Wylan where he got a degree in coat mending, and Wylan trying to ignore him and his worried buzzing as he locates a needle and thread.

"You'd think he was losing a limb," you say. Inej shrugs.

"Jesper is... Jesper," Inej says, "he can be like that."

You look around and Nina is gently walking rounds of the room, while Kaz watches the chaos outside through a small slatted window.

"This all feels very unnecessary," you point out. Nina grins and crosses her arms, eagerly awaiting Kaz's response.

"Inej, how do I get revenge on my enemies?" Kaz asks. Inej looks up from where she was cleaning her knife.

"The best revenge in life is letting go and living well," Inej says, which is what he knew she would say and gets the expected hand gesture of dismissal for the statement.

"Wylan, how do I-,"

"Bomb," Wylan says, keeping his eyes on the stitching.

"So you claim this mess, is your strategy for revenge?" You ask Kaz. A smirk curls up in the corner of his lips and then the sound hits, the shaking of the building follows immediately after, and you nearly lose your footing. "Fuck."

"Bomb," Wylan says again, looking up. Jesper grabs the coat the moment Wylan's eyes are off it.

"You’ve done quite enough stitching," Jesper says, smoothing the fabric down. "Quite enough."

"You are welcome," Wylan says, pointing the needle at him.

"We are brushing over the literal bomb that just went off?" You ask. In turn everyone except Kaz shrugs. "Was I the only one not clued in?"

"I had no idea," Nina says, "but you kind of expect that from him."

You move towards the door and Kaz looks like he is about to give you an order but Nina's glare fixes his mouth shut, even if he wouldn't admit it. Nina follows you out, a gentle breather in the hallway, but you look at her and you forget how to breathe. Even the chaos couldn't make you forget Nina, make you any less enamoured by her. She didn't ask you to be here, she didn't have to, she never has to, there is nothing that could get between you and helping Nina and her strange little eclectic band of thieves she has come to call family.

"Ready to run for it?" Nina asks, giving you the space to move around and exercise out your stress.

"Are you?" You ask. She just sighs. "I am not going anywhere."

"You've got no skin in this... fight," she points out.

"I've got you," you remind her. Her cheeks are already pink enough that the blush is nearly unnoticeable, but you miss nothing when it comes to Nina. "I mean I don't... I haven't got you, you know what I mean."

She leans in closer, letting her arm rest against yours. "I don't know, I guess you could say you've got me," she says, "for what it's worth."

"Hey Nina," you say, letting your head rest in her hand as she cups your cheek, "I think I might be sort of in love with you."

"Sort of?" Nina asks.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I think that is okay."

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Prompt: "Don't you ignore me, I'm the best thing at this party."

Song: You're Losing Me - Taylor Swift

For Jesper x Reader please x

Bringing A Knife To A Gunfight - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: You're Losing Me By Taylor Swift. Hurt/No Comfort. Break Up Vibes. Mentions Of Gambling And Addiction. Suggestions Of Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Jesper Taglist: @stray-kaz

The music is coming from a group of men holding instruments you're too tired to bother paying attention to, the beat is meant to encourage you to dance, to drink, to be merry. But right now the sound is only encouraging you to leave.

You wish you could be having fun, you want nothing more than to be joining in on the frivolity and borderline debauchery, but your heart is not in it. Your heart currently feels like it is being held in a lockbox in a safe even Brekker doesn't know how to crack. You feel a type of empty and cold you haven't felt since you first arrived in The Barrel. A feeling you haven't felt since you first met him.

And you first met him at a party just like this one. You'd been at The University at the time, or you should have been anyway.

You had slipped through Boekcanal and past by Speaker's Bridge, hearing it was the type of place where people meet to debate or drink, and drinking was much more what you were after, since the heart of the university, the four libraries in Boeksplein, were failing to keep you entertained you had gone looking for something else.

You'd walked straight around Ketterdam and without even realising it into the heart of The Barrel, and into a masked celebration. You had been swept up in the crowds and Kaz still tells you to this day that he thinks it is nothing short of strange that you weren't pickpocketed that night. Inej went as far as to call it almost miraculous. But you had another thought in mind. You hadn't been in The Barrel and the crowd long before you were pulled to the side and offered a mask by someone far too confident in their capabilities to tempt you. With Brekker's sharpshooter at your side you doubted many would try something, and you're sure it had been that that had kept you from any sticky fingers or worse that might have come looking. You'd had a lot of fun that night, that party, that celebration. It hadn't been long before you and Jesper had both discarded masks in favour of being able to reach each others lips. You had been nothing short of breathless with Jesper kissing you up against a wall in one of the alleyways less crowded by the jolly and the drunk.

Jesper had taken your hand, all grins and bad jokes and helped you weave in and out of the sparkling decorations. You rarely got to see The Barrel like that, like a place a person might actually reasonably want to be in. Usually it was all threats and keeping your knife close to hand. But that night, that party, your legs intertwined around Jesper's waist as he hoisted you up, holding you tight and fast against a den door for another kiss before leading you in.

He had placed a bet that night, and he had won. He placed six in all, and he won them all, his grin had been maniacal, but he had a way of making that look pretty. Jesper Fahey seemed to have a way of dressing his more worrying qualities up as quirks, never showing a fault in that handsome façade of his.

You loved him that night, and you loved him every day since, it was the nights that were more difficult now, the moments when you were places like this, in moments like this, and you found yourself watching him not because you wanted to see the way he spun a story, or played a trick, but instead you were filled with this dread, this deep concern that things could go wrong, or things might end.

You love him, even now, especially now, when he is still reeling from messing up so monumentally with Kaz, when he is trying to balance the scales on which he nearly lost all of our lives on the betting table. But loving someone does not mean you hold onto them until you both drown. Love at the sacrifice of both of you, that is not love. That is no better than addiction.

"Jesper," you say, watching his approach, and thinking of all the ways this can unfold before it has even begun.

"There is my lucky charm," he is far too exhilarated, the look in his eyes screams life of the party, and that has grown to be something that acts as a warning sign.

You can hear Nina in the back of your mind. "You cannot save anyone," her heart is heavy and her tone dull, "especially those who don't think they need saving."

"Jesper, can we go back to the slat?" You ask. "Or better yet, come back to my place, we don't need to be here."

"It's a party," he tries.

"Jesper, you've had your fun, can we please leave?" you ask. He must know, you instincts are screaming at you to run, and he must know, but he shows no sign of having a clue. You want to believe that he doesn't know what all of this, is doing to you. But when his mood is as flippant as the tables you don't know what else to do but try.

"Your place is at the university," he states. You nod, knowing that is the point, that it might be far enough away that the worst parts of Ketterdam might have less sway, less of a hold on him. But that little sickness, that little bug that lives inside Jesper that Matthias had called in words others dared not say. Not Kaz of course, Kaz dared to say whatever he pleased.

"I do not care what you do," Kaz had told you once, "but Jesper is a good shot and a shit durast, he is a crow, and we crows protect each other. But do not get eaten because he is too busy trying to pull scraps from a predators teeth, that's a losing man's game and either he will learn it, or he will get eaten. It would be a waste for that to cost the both of you."

"Jesper, I am going to go, you can stay, but I would rather you came with me," you say, getting yourself up from your seat. He looks confused.

"Come on," he tries.

"Jesper I love you, but I cannot be here," you say. He tries to convince you but his words fall on deaf ears.

"Don't you ignore me, I'm the best thing at this party."

You turn back to look at him, and he looks like he did that night you met, wild eyed and like he could teach you types of mischief you couldn't dream of. But you'd been in Ketterdam a longer time now, you'd known how many rolls can go bad, and you've seen what that has nearly cost you, cost them all. And you're not okay with gambling with your life when you don't need to. You will lay down cards for a risky bet to protect your friends, but this, this was not life or death, this was not skin of your teeth, last trick up your sleeve, this was reckless, this came from the sickness, not from the wonder.

That first night it had been all wonder, and you think maybe that was because you were new too, you were a gamble he was taking, and now you stand as a safe bet, and you cannot live with someone staring at you like you're no longer the fight that he can bet on and feel accomplished in.

You had not armoured yourself correctly for tonight. Seeing him here, like this, like that night. You should've been more prepared. You should have been ready to have to be stronger, the kind of strong this type of action needs you to be. You can feel Kaz's eyeroll, hear him telling you you've got no spine.

"Jesper," you say and it comes out more jaded than you want but you can't stop or you'll never start again, "leave with me now, or please, do not come looking for me tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"This ride, this road you keep walking down again and again despite how many times it lands you in harms way, I cannot keep doing this, I have to get off, and I want you to get off with me, but... I get the feeling that you have to see it for yourself, and me seeing it for you isn't enough, and I don't think I am a big enough prize for you to walk away on this one. I want to be wrong, but I don't think I am. I love you Jesper, but this is me... not letting myself get eaten."

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