someone new
Jesper Fahey x reader
summary: you should have known that jesper would never want you. but you didn’t think he would be to mean as so make you think it was possible. || warnings: injuries || words: 655 || masterlist
You knew exactly who Jesper was, he was a crow for Saint's sake. No one messed with any of the crows unless they wanted to incite Dirtyhands' wrath. But when he appeared huddled under your porch, it made things a little more complicated. He was covered in growing bruises, a scattered red line forming around his throat. Silently, you opened the door and let him hobble inside.
He collapsed into a chair, panting for breath. A hand reached down to fiddle with his pistols as you readied a bowl of water a cloths for him.
"I just want to help," you began, unsure how he would react. He meets you gaze, looking down at the cloths and water. "I know how to patch you up if you want?" He said nothing. "Or... you can do it yourself. I don't mind you staying here the night, just leave through the back in the morning. My neighbour is really nosy and she'll start asking me questions."
Jesper takes a deep breath. "Do you mind-" His voice cracks halfway through the word as he motions to his neck. You nod in response.
Carefully, you squeeze the water from a cloth and wipe the dirt from his neck, taking your time not to press into any of the bruises forming. His skin hadn't been broken but it was flushed and angry.
"It'll be painful for a while." You tell him. "Keep it warm, if you can. Heat will make it heal faster, not boiling heat though, just warmth."
He nods silently at you and shakily stands. Jesper takes one more look at you before he's rushing out of the door and back into the cold night.
Jesper Fahey is a nutorious flirt. He could charm his way out of hellgate if he tried hard enough. You, on the other hand, were simply trying to survive in the barrel. So when a bunch of flowers appears on your doorstep the next morning, you think nothing of it. It was simply his way of saying thank you. But when another appears the day after that, you start to wonder. You hadn't done much, just cleaned his injuries and gave him a safe space to rest and recentre himself before he ran off. It didn't mean anything ans the flowers certainly didn't mean anything.
But when you run into his in the street, that can mean quite a lot. His body slams into yours and almost sends to tumbling to the ground.
"Hey- Jesper." You're slightly shocked that it's him you've quite literally run into. You catch sight of the healing bruises on his neck. They've faded very quickly. "You seem better."
Jesper grins at you. "It's all thanks to you. You were my gentle healer that night." He seems to think for a second before continuing. "Did you get my flowers?"
"I did! They were very nice, thank you."
He winks once more before continuing down the street, weaving his way through the throng of people until you lose sight.
You don't see Jesper Fahey for another week. When you do see him again, it's across the square. It's across the square and you're watching his flirt with a pretty and young stall vendor. She's blushing as soon as she looks at him and you can just tell what he's saying to her.
You were simply part of his game. Another girl to add to Jesper's long, long list of distractions. This vendor was the next on his list.
You knew Jesper Fahey, you knew his reputation and knew who he was. Why then, did his actions surprise you? Perhaps you thought you were different. He had sent you flower everyday for a week but as soon as that week ended, he moved on like nothing had happened. I suppose that's what hope gets you in the Barrel, disappointment.
I fall in love just a little old little bit every day.
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what am i
if not a montage of everyone i've ever loved?
if not a scrapbook of pieces of others?
who have i loved
if not everyone who has touched my life?
every passerby whose path crossed with mine?
hozier said love with every stranger
and i felt it too
someone complimented my hair once
someone bumped me in a crowded room
and every handshake says i love you
a weekend changed my life once,
for a week or two at least
one night saved us,
now i hear that former stranger talking in his sleep
and every interaction changed me
in some small, unknowable way
our souls are shaped anew every day
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