ᴶᵉˢᵖᵉʳ ᶠᵃʰᵉʸ ᴵᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉˢ

ꜱᴇᴇ, ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇꜰᴜʟ

To say Jesper Fahey was unhappy would be a extreme understatement.

As he trudged up the stairs, he heaved out a sigh and let his shoulders drop. Kaz had just informed him he would be blending into the crowd of nobles on the next heist and doing, essentially, nothing.

Jesper thrived on the exilerating thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of the action and the excitement of the game.

And Kaz wanted him to just mill around, looking pretty? Looking pretty was a side talent Jesper used regularly and while he was shooting from his prized revolvers. See, he was a multitasker - he could be just the right amount of self-obsessed, generally amazing and ready for a fight at any time. Just doing one was extremely boring.

To put it simply, being a handsome decoy was not a Jesper talent.

But trying to protest against Dirtyhands would probably just give the end result of him recieving a wack to his kneecaps from Brekker’s cane. And he knew from experience, that cane really did hurt. A lot.

So, all Jesper could do was sulk on his own and wait until the heist.

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It had been a week of Kaz meticulously checking for flaws or mistakes and adjusting the plan accordingly.

Every time you had asked your sharpshooter boyfriend why he seemed to be distressed, he had had to restrain himself from telling you, as he knew then he would get carried away and rant frustratedly to you. You didn’t deserve to have your ear talked off by him but what he didn’t realize, was that not knowing Jesper’s problem meant you couldn’t help him and that made you just as wound up and upset as he.

When Kaz had endured enough and it was the night of the heist, he sat at your corner table. You knew you should let him say what he wanted to and not question why he was there, as that often irked him and made him leave.

“He doesn’t want to be just a distraction for the plan tonight.” He said simply then walked away to do whatever Kaz Brekker did.

You should have known Jesper would be severely affected by this, but luckily you knew how to make it better.

You didn’t participate in heists since you weren’t a Dreg or Crow but you were automatically included in such plots, since Kaz had long since registered the fact that Jesper was 100% likely to tell you anyway.

You knew Jesper would have to wear some sort of magnificent but complicated, multiple part suit so you marched upstairs to your shared room to see him.

Sure enough, he was standing in your bedroom, staring into the mirror dejectedly as he lifted both ends of his neck tie and sneered in disgust.

When he saw you in the mirror, he couldn’t hold in his anger any longer and half yelled, “How is this supposed to work? It’s a stupid necktie, for a stupid costume, for a stupid distraction, for an even stupider job!”

You let out a breath and walked closer to him. You tied his tie carefully and this seemed to calm him down some as his breaths slowed and his expression softened.

Then you wrapped your hand around the finished tie and pulled him to you. His hands automatically fell to your waist and you pressed your lips to his firmly. He sighed into the kiss as your hand flew to cup his cheek.

After a minute or two, you parted for air and you smiled, it being mirrored by him. Jesper looked at you in awe, wondering how you could turn his mood completely around with a simple kiss. He knew how. It was his love for you that outweighed his anger.

You pressed out the creases in the tie from your grip on it a moment before, lifted it slightly and enunciated every word clearly in your next sentence.

“See? Extremely useful.”

And when he went downstairs you heard Nina give a greatful shout of, “Thank you for fixing the grump, (Y/N)! You’re an angel!”

You smiled and so did Jesper, as he kept gently touching the necktie throughout the night and thinking of the memories it brought him.

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a/n - these are going on here in order, so hopefully they'll get better as the chapters progress xx