Jasper Fanart Novels & Stories

Love doesn’t erase that. I run my fingers over the edge of my desk, grounding myself, and my gaze drifts to the small framed sketch sitting there. Wildflowers. Pencil lines soft and careful. Something I drew years ago and could not bring myself to throw it away, no matter how many times I try to convince myself to. I shake my head and shove the memory aside. When I step back out, Cole is helping Jasper—yes, that Jasper—carry in a crate of donated supplies. Jasper catches my eye and raises an eyebrow, a silent question.

"Meaning, a different room or something else is behind the picture he's projecting." I looked at the screen. Saw the pictures. While I couldn't say they were my particular flavor of kink, I wasn't sure why they'd made Nia fall apart. Nia jolted forward. "Are you saying the pictures are faked?" Jasper nodded. "Yeah. From the metadata of the original, he's spliced together almost eight different photos. He would have been better off using Photoshop, because his graphics suck butt." Jasper shrugged. "Some people just don't know their programs."

Jasper expressed with a smile. Logan remained silent. So did Jasper. Sometimes, few words were needed between men. Jasper believed Logan could understand him. The cold wind brushed against their handsome faces as they stood silently, gazing into the distance. - Back in the hospital room. Esther glanced at the gift Jasper had brought. Curious, she checked Jasper's background online. His online presence was high in profile, and he had a group of fans for being romantic and wealthy. He was depicted as actively involved in charity, a devout believer, and often seen wearing a rosary.

It's a mistake I won't make again. I open the door for Aspen and am met with surprise when I follow her in. The space is wide open and bright, unlike what I was expecting. Digital drawings and paintings hang from the exposed brick walls and the light grey wall partitions they've erected. People in dress similar to our own mill about the space. Aspen is taken in by the diverse art. Each framed piece features a landscape or character from the Dragons Reborn game, but each is redone in miraculous detail. Even I have to admit the artist has a raw talent.

Jasper chuckled foolishly, “Hehe, Dimas, I see it now. This isn't scrap paper, it's the training content!” After saying this, Jasper lowered his head to examine it carefully. He then said indignantly, “What kind of nonsense is this? Dancing? Embroidery? Flower arranging? And gemstone appraisal? Why not just have a bonfire of gemstones?! Why are they making my fairy practice this useless stuff for three months? She's not a craftsman, she doesn't rely on crafts to make a living!” Dimas raised an eyebrow and asked, “Whose is she?” Jasper was immediately frightened and corrected himself, “Yours, of course, Dimas!”

she asked, trying to sound casual, though her heart thudded with anticipation. Jade smiled, and an actual brightness lit in her face that caught Jayla off guard for a moment. "It was great! I went to the Elysium Art Gallery. You wouldn't believe how beautiful the paintings were. There was one named 'Tempest' that just. I can't even describe it. It was like the waves were alive, moving right off the canvas. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a storm.". Jasmine joined in, curious. "That sounds incredible. Did you go alone?"

“Zahra, I’d like you to meet my team. Aiden you already know, but this is Jasper, my Gamma.” I turn to shake hands with Jasper, a young man with short, straight black hair and almond-shaped eyes that mirror his mother’s. His dark skin gives him an almost regal air, and he has an aura that immediately puts me at ease. ‘He’s hot,’Zanthe notes in my mind. ‘Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious.’ I roll my eyes internally as I try to focus. There’s something soothing about Jasper, similar to Oscar’s calming presence. Gammas really are gifted in that way. “And this is my Delta, Marcus,” Tobias continues.

he said animatedly as his hands darted toward the comic. Elsida felt a laugh slip past her lips from his cheerful energy. “Can you tell me why he’s your favorite superhero?” Jasper looked at her and his blue eyes glimmered in thought. “He’s fearless, he makes me not scared of death,” Jasper mumbled before his eyes flicked back to his drawing. Elsida sucked in a gasp at his words. “Jasp-” she started to say before the shrill sound of her ringtone interrupted her.

Jasper turned his attention back to me and replied, “At least close the door, if you are going to continue glaring. I don’t want Nymeria to be disturbed” He muttered and his words made me coil my hands into fists. “Sorry, your highness, I will leave you and your fling to continue using your chest as her personal canvas.” I muttered in a sepulchral tone and walked out of the room. I stalked off but remembered that the doors were still quite open. Hence, I turned around as Jasper continued to sit like a statue, bare-chested and just in his shorts while the girl took every opportunity to straddle him while painting his body with some stupid things.

“You’re such an asshole. Keep your dirty fantasies to yourself.” Jasper wiggled his eyebrows, still grinning. “Hey, I’m just being honest. She’s got that fresh, new vibe. Makes me want to teach her everything slow and filthy. But seriously, bro, what’s really on your mind? You look like you’re about to explode.”