Jasper Tyler Dunbar

“Never never mind, bleeding heart, bleeding heart” Hufflepuff Alumni. Healer. 26. In a cruel world, be gentle.

[jasperthetenderhearted]

rowanmontague‌:

“America’s not got dragons, has it?” Rowan supposed he should really have paid more attention to Bailey’s rambling, but he probably should have paid more attention to a lot of things and he wasn’t dead yet. “Maybe they’re out there saying they wish they had dragons or whatever the fuck. Everywhere’s got something, nowhere’s ever really that different. Getting that far out of the city sounds like the way to do it right now though, if you ken what I mean.”

“Hasn’t it?” He asked, scratching his head. “I mean, there’s so much space there has to be a dragon out there somewhere.” Jasper reckoned. There was like, fifteen Great Britian’s in there and if they could have dragons then why couldn’t all that space? Maybe no one had found them yet. “I personally really like the countryside. Can’t really live in the country and work at Mungo’s, though, I never got the hang of Floo.”

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mirekhausted‌:

Twenty Questions was usually a risky choice. Mirek had far too many topics he’d rather avoid, and since he usually played it when drunk off his ass with other drunk players, lying became hard. But here, with Jasper, he was surprised at how convenient the game could be. “Twenty questions sounds fun, not as fun as a Giant Squid, but pretty fun. You start?”

Mirek couldn’t help but smile at the mention of the gifts. He’d been so nervous, and having Jasper like it so much was a gift that kept on giving. “I think I have playing cards at home, I can bring them next time if you want?”

“I dunno if any of us can really be as fun as the Giant Squid.” Jasper admitted. Playing this game made him want licorice wands and pajamas. Possibly the comfort of his old school dorm. He was glad, though, that Mirek had taken him up on the offer. Anything to get the other man to stay and talk him with awhile longer. Maybe by the end of it he’d have the courage to ask him out to lunch or something. 

“Okay! Hmm. First question. What’s your favorite color?” Lame, sure, but Jas did want to know.

At the mention of playing cards, he grinned. “Does this mean you’ll visit me again? That doesn’t count as one of my twenty questions though, just letting you know. I love playing cards, I am excellent at Go Fish.”

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rowanmontague‌:

“Britain’s got dragons, or at least Wales does.” Rowan wasn’t sure if dragons counted as cool, but he wasn’t about to let Bailey hear him say that. She’d probably find a way to melt his face. “I’ve heard there’s some fun stuff up in the Highlands, but I haven’t made it that far north for anything but school. Professor Bulstrode started the year after I graduated though, I never met him. I’m just a lame Ministry worker.”

“Yeah but like, everywhere’s got dragons. I dunno if they really count if we’re comparing them to mothmen it doesn’t really seem fair. Maybe if we had like, giants, that would be cool! I’ve never seen a giant before.” Had they learned about those in school and Jas just hadn’t remembered? He’d never paid enough attention to Professor Kettleburn. “My parents have a bed and breakfast up there, but when I go home it’s just home, y’know? Gotta help around the B&B. Hey, there’s nothing lame about Ministry work. It’s very important!”

[fawley-en-face]

Comfort

[jasperthetenderhearted]

fawley-en-face‌:

Henry honestly didn’t understand how Jasper was single. He was one of the sweetest people Henry had ever met, delightful company, great in bed, yet somehow there wasn’t a steady stream of admirers waiting for admission into his hospital room. Oh well. That also meant there wasn’t a jealous partner glaring at Henry’s proximity to Jasper, so he supposed he shouldn’t press his luck. 

“That wouldn’t be Caleb Goldstein, would it? He is very nice.” Henry asked, only a little bit alarmed. He liked Caleb. But the way Jasper spoke he clearly hadn’t been killed, so that was just another visit Henry could attend to later. “Well, next time you feel like museum-hopping, call me; clearly you need a body guard.”

At the question, Henry made a small face. “Not much, honestly. Work has been really intense; something about a Hogwarts professor who’s in Azkaban without a trial date has everyone in a fuss. Ah, I’ve decided to move, too. Turns out househunting in London is a total mess.”

Jasper’s face lit up at the possibility of dragging Henry to all his favorite museums. He’d not really had a chance to take anyone through a museum in ages. Granted, the other people at the museums didn’t tend to like it as much because he had a bad habit of chattering on during guided tours. He just couldn’t help it, all the stuff was so cool.

“Really? Okay! Once you find a new place, and I get out of this bed.” He missed his plants and all the bees and Luka. Maybe they could magically expand the flat so Henry could move in. Probably shouldn’t mention that possibility until after he’d checked with Luka.

“I don’t miss househunting at all. Do you wanna live in the city proper, or are you looking at the suburbs and stuff, too? I dunno if I can picture you in a surburb. It doesn’t seem like it has enough fun.”

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mirekhausted‌:

Mirek hadn’t consciously decided he was going to stay and talk, but if he had meant to just say hi, he would’ve done so before his shift, not after. “I can talk,” He said, pulling the visitor’s chair in the direction of the bed and sitting down. He couldn’t help but notice Jasper playing with his blanket, and instinctively his left hand did the same with his robe sleeve. “But I never know how to start fun conversations. Should I ask you questions?”

“They probably don’t want you healing yourself, you need rest.” Mirek answered, knowing it made him sound kind of boring, but hoping it didn’t come off as cold. “I could get you some stuff from your office, though. Not paperwork, but if you want a book or something.” 

Honestly, any conversation with Mirek counted as a fun conversation as far as Jasper went. He knew all sorts of interesting things and he never minded talking about them. Jas had always liked learning new things from cute people. “We could always play 20 Questions, if that’s the sort of thing you’re thinking about? I’ve not played it since Hogwarts and my life is so much cooler now. I always used to lose in school, ‘cus I only hung out with Andy and Sela mostly, and sometimes the Giant Squid.”

He pouted even though Mirek had a point. It wasn’t like this sort of Healing was his specialty. Jas had always been best at long-term care. “I dunno if I’ve got any books in my office. Mostly it’s just my cool presents from Secert Santa and a few things of paperwork. But since that’s off the list...” Jasper shrugged.

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rowanmontague‌:

“Something the No-Maj have been seeing in the hills for the last ten years.” Rowan thought he’d explained that, or at least that he should have, but knowing himself he’d probably gotten sidetracked before he had. “It’s got wings like a dragon, but they’ve described it more like an owl. Seven feet tall, with red glowing eyes.”

Jasper’s eyes grew wide. “Man, how come Britain doesn’t have anything that cool? Like, France veelas and America has Mothmen and we’ve got like, I mean kelpies are kinda cool but they’re more Scotland and Ireland. And we drove out most of the dragons, right? We gotta have something cool. Are you like Prof. Bulstrode, the blonde one? Not like Mr. Bulstrode the P.I. But Professor Bulstrode could know loads of things about Mothmen. Have you talked to him?”

[jasperthetenderhearted]

yuki-yamashita‌:

Oh lord.  He didn’t know what her help meant – she didn’t mean to subject Luka’s new roommate to that kind of torture.  But she suppose magic was for cleaning up flour spills and repairing busted ovens.  It’d be okay, hopefully.  “No, our biscuits are a bit different than what you can get in this country.  I grew up on, well I suppose it was a bit of a farm.  Fairly traditional.  My grandmother still bakes with the recipes that her grandmother and great-grandmother taught her.”  It made her a little homesick to think about it.  She’d have to go visit in the next few weeks.

She snorted a bit as he said to leave it to Han, but otherwise didn’t comment.  He was sort of adorable.

Oh my god.  She was going to have to move in with them, sleep on their couch.  She might end up murdering Luka, and Jasper too if he was an early riser, but better by her hand than fucking Voldemort’s.  “I don’t know if he has cousins,” she admitted.  “but yes, I think that adding both Voldemort and anyone related to him to your don’t let in list is a good idea.  Better safe than sorry, you know?”  How was this man still alive?  Clearly she had gotten there just in time.

“Really? That’s so cool! We’ve got a couple recipes like that but they’re all for meals. My parents will make them in the bed and breakfasts. They’ve given me some of them but most of them they keep secret.” He said as he pulled down all the ingredients and got his mixing bowls. “What kind of biscuits does your family make? I’ve never had any Japanese biscuits but they’re probably really good!”

He chewed his lip and looked over at the List. Maybe it was too short. There wasn’t much on it, but he didn’t mind that. Their home was welcome to most anyone. Jas tried to remain as open and forgiving as possible. The more people he opened his arms to, the more good he could do for the world.

“But what if they’re running from him, too? It seems kinda mean to just lock everyone out like that.” Jasper said, chewing his lip. “But I suppose adding He Who Must Not Be Named to the list can’t hurt, y’know? I’ll ask Luka. Gotta be unanimous to add them to the List.”

[jasperthetenderhearted]

☘

“Just general advice? Oh gosh. Umm. I guess. You just never know what anyone else is dealing with, so just be kind.”

[jasperthetenderhearted]

☘ How to be so gosh darn cute

“You should ask Mirek or Henry, they’re both really cute!”

@mirekhausted @fawley-en-face

[fawley-en-face]

Comfort

[jasperthetenderhearted]

fawley-en-face‌:

Henry was relieved when Jasper shifted and pulled him down, both because he didn’t want to sit in an uncomfortable hospital chair, and also because when there was a warm body nearby he’d always rather cuddle than not. Settling next to Jasper on the bed, Henry swung an arm over the man’s shoulder and rested his forehead against Jasper’s temple for a moment. He was alright. St. Mungo’s scares seemed to be a regular part of everyone’s life these days, and Henry hated that extended to Jasper, who thus far had only ever been perfectly bright company.

“Art thieves?” Henry raised his brows. “Were you robbed for a precious painting you’ve got stored at your flat? Or did I miss the part where you decided to moonlight as a museum guard?”

When Jasper apologized Henry just shrugged. He really was transparent, wasn’t he? Some of his favorite people were healers, but he couldn’t stand to be here.

“No, but I like you,” he tapped Jasper’s chest over his heart with one finger. “So I’ll be alright. As long as I’m not the one in the bed.”

Jasper snuggled into Henry’s side gladly. He liked having someone to lean against, the hospital beds weren’t that comfy and the blankets kinda itched. It wasn’t so bad but he’d rather be at home with his bees and Luka. He’d given Luka instructions on what to do for the bees while he was in here, but it wasn’t the same. 

“No I think I just have really bad timing. I was just there looking at paintings, honest. But they got Mr. Goldstein too, so maybe they were after him the whole time. I hope not. He’s nice.”

He grinned at Henry, so glad to have company. It was a little bit of a letdown they couldn’t do much besides cuddling here but any company was better than none. “What have you been up to, then? Bet it’s loads more interesting than my life right now.”

[hanestlythebestlee]

The Roommate

[jasperthetenderhearted]

hanestlythebestlee‌:

Han handed over the plant without complaint, mildly amused that it was the first thing Jasper seemed to focus on. He and Luka were a complimentary pair to live together. Han hadn’t had many doubt, but it was still nice to see it confirmed. Anyone who kept bees in his home had to be a unique personality, though, and like did seem to call like on such things.

“Good to know,” he said, looking around and catching sight of some. They did seem to be concerned with their own business. Beesness? He made a mental note not to repeat the joke aloud as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Han looked up as he watched Jasper settle the plant into place. 

Now that he was here, Han wasn’t sure exactly what to do or say. He obviously couldn’t slide into flirty or aloof, and as those tended to be his initial impulses when meeting new people, Han wasn’t sure where that left him. He opted for relaxed instead, mentally pretending he’d been here before, even as he looked around, interested in the blending signs of fun personalities around here.

“So it feels weird that we’ve never actually met, but I was pretty sure Luka wasn’t living with an ax murderer,” he commented. He might have sat down, but Han didn’t want to intrude.

“Oh, I’m Buddhist, don’t worry no axe murderer potential here.” Jasper assured him, chewing on his lip as he looked around for the best place to put his new plant. Maybe in his room? Or by the window. That could encourage the bees to come and go a bit more. They’d been a bit morose since he’d split the hive but he’d done his best to try and ease the transition.

He noticed the way Han seemed to force himself to relax and didn’t really know what to say about it. Everything than Luka said about Han made him seem really adaptable and kind, Jasper hoped that nothing in their home made him nervous. Han mattered a lot to Luka, and Jas wanted his roommate’s people to feel welcome here.

“Do you wanna sit down?” He asked gesturing towards the couch. “Luka’s still in the studio but he won’t be there too much longer. You wanna stay for dinner? I’m just making pasta and sauce and I always make way too much anyways, Mum always says I cook for a village but that’s what she gets for raising me in a bed and breakfast, y’know?”

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rowanmontague‌:

“No, but that’s only half of it–” Rowan was aware he’d probably been talking too long already, but this surely counted as something important. Wouldn’t it? Some things people just needed to know. “The muggles say that Mothman’s a prophecy, like that people will die after they see him. And who does that remind you of? The grim!”

“What’s a Mothman?” Jasper asked, curious. He hadn’t heard about Mothman, and he’d grown up Muggle. Though Rowan kinda had an accent like Finnigan, that one cop Hestia knew, so maybe he was Irish. Things weren’t that different in Ireland, maybe Mothman was like a kelpie? “Is it like a creature like a dragon? Can you really see a Mothman? Where do they live?”

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mirekhausted‌:

“Jasper,” He said, but then he paused. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to say. He wasn’t supposed to know much about what had happened, and he wasn’t supposed to feel so strongly about it. Mirek didn’t often feel strong emotions about his secret life, and the conflicts it created within him. Lying, to his family and friends, had become a second language to him. But now, looking at Jasper hurt, it wasn’t that easy. 

He’d have to stick to truths, he decided. "You’re… well, you’re not totally okay but… still here.” Yes, truths were comforting. Maybe not as much as they were in his mind, but he truly didn’t know what else to say.  Everything about this felt horribly off, and, as one sometimes does when worried, Mirek didn’t really want to stop talking. “I’m glad you’re here.”

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“Mirek, hey!” Jasper said, scrambling to sit up and beam at his friend. Things had gotten so busy at Mungo’s that he’d barely gotten to talk to Mirek much. The fact that Mirek had come to visit him here made his heart go a little funny. Jas had expected a visit from Henry, but always kind of assumed that Mirek would’ve been far too busy. He didn’t think he’d made that big of an impression to warrant a hospital visit. Not that he minded at all.

“You’re here, hi! Are you just stopping by, or can you sit and talk?” Jasper asked as he fiddled with his blankets. He’d not had normal conversation with someone in what felt like days. “It’s so much more boring on this side of the hospital bed. I keep trying to peak at my own medical sheets but they won’t let me.”

[hanestlythebestlee]

The Roommate

[jasperthetenderhearted]

hanestlythebestlee‌:

@jasperthetenderhearted​

As long as Han and Luka had been friends, it surprised Han sometimes to realize that he hadn’t actually met Luka’s roommate, but he didn’t want to impose on boundaries Luka had set. Still, when he realized Luka had accidentally left a plant for the bees at his place, Han was torn. Finally he decided he might as well take it over himself. He knew the address.

When he knocked on the door, though, he was still expecting Luka to answer. The man who answered was decidedly not Luka. He seemed like an interesting guy and–although Han wouldn’t say anything to actually create the connection–like someone Henry would like to get to know. Han wondered when things had changed that he started meeting new people and wondering which of his friends to set them up with.

Han flashed him a smile and held out the plant as a sort of peace offering. “I believe this belongs here? I’m Han, by the way.”

Jasper opened the door because the cutie on the other side was neither Yuri nor Jamie. He’d heard all about Han of course, from Luka and his friends. Until now though he’d never actually had the chance to see him in person. No way this could ever be anyone else but Han Lee. And he was holding the plant Luka had mentioned! 

“Oh hey, my new plant!” He said, happily reaching out to take the plant from Luka’s Henry. From his understanding of Luka and Han’s relationship, it was a bit like his and Henry’s. Did Henry know Han too? So many questions, so little time. “I’m Jasper. Come on in, have you been here before?”

Stepping back, he let Han in. He hardly thought Luka would mind. After all Han wasn’t on the list and Luka liked him. All that added up to more than welcome in Jasper’s books. “Don’t mind the bees, I promise that they’re nice.”

[jamie-abbott]

Bee-tween Us

[jamie-abbott]

jasperthetenderhearted‌:

Jasper froze. Of course, of course Jamie had found their way here, too.  Nothing was sacred any more. Much less one of the parks Jas had gotten his bees to form a colony in. The hive in his and Luka’s place had grown large enough that he needed to relocate most of it. It wasn’t hard, but it did get kind of testy afterwards. His bees were very particular.

At the sight of Jamie though, he wished he could just run away. He wasn’t a Gryffindor like Juni. He could run without feeling bad about it but… Jamie’s voice. It had been so long since he’d heard it, months now. Jas had missed the sound.

Jasper let out a shaky breath and didn’t move. If Jamie kept the distance between then he could manage this interaction. Any closer and things might start to get painful, memory-wise at least. From here he couldn’t smell Jaime or see all of their mirco-expressions and the tilt to their mouth.

“I can’t really leave right now.” He said, bees bumbling around his head.

Jasper was still so beautiful, in face and spirit, that it nearly hurt Jamie to look at him across the small divide. He didn’t seem to mind the bees either as they buzzed around lazily, but Jasper had always had a soft touch for living things. 

Couldn’t leave? Jamie lifted their chin slightly and assessed Jasper curiously, not able to make any sense of the man’s declaration. The idea of causing Jasper pain by being here was painful itself to contemplate, but Jamie couldn’t bring themself to move. They couldn’t bring themself to do much of anything, even as the bee automata took off from their hand and began to flutter with mechanical inelegance through the air again. 

“I’m sorry.” The words were woefully inadequate, but they were all Jamie could manage in the moment. “I’m so sorry.” They deserved whatever anger Jasper would throw at them. They needed his anger. They needed to understand why he kept looking so broken instead of screaming.

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Immediately, Jasper had to squash the urge to go over and make Jamie stop looking so sad. They had apologized, hadn’t they? A lifetime of putting others first had a thousand platitudes rising on his tongue. It didn’t matter that Jamie had hurt him, it didn’t matter he’d cried for nights. Jasper could handle it all. Jamie needed someone to care and Jasper had been that person, and Jasper had failed.

But there was a voice in his mind that sounded a little like Luka, a lot like Yuki and Nina, telling him that his hurt mattered too. Jamie had apologized. Maybe that was all he’d waited for since the Incident, maybe he’d yearned to hear those words for months now, but maybe it wasn’t enough.

Jasper watched the clumsy mechanical bee falter through the air and wondered if Jamie knew Jas had started keeping bees. Had it been on purpose? How would they know?

“Sorry for what?” He said after a long moment. “Sorry for pushing me away? Sorry for not telling me anything? Sorry bringing some boy back to our home? Sorry that I found you?” Jasper felt like crying all over again. Where was Luka? Where was Juni? He needed someone to hold his hand and tell him he could do this. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, Jamie.”

[fawley-en-face]

Comfort

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fawley-en-face‌:

Henry curbed the impulse to simply drape himself over the hospital bed, unsure precisely what condition Jasper was in physically. So he simply leaned over the side of the mattress and carded a hand through Jasper’s dark hair, pressing a kiss to each of the man’s cheeks before pulling back slightly. 

“Who do I have to beat up?” he asked seriously, looking at Jasper’s drawn features. The sight of the normally bubbly personality in the stark white of St. Mungo’s- as a patient, that was- made him a little sick to his stomach. After finally being released after several weeks in quarantine after the bad potion, he’d hoped not to return to St. Mungo’s for a long, long time, but he couldn’t just stay away when he heard that Jasper had been admitted. 

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At the sight of Henry, Jasper brightened up. Having visitors was the only positive part of being on the other side of the hospital beds. He scooted over on the bed to give his friend more room to join him. Henry was excellent at cuddling and kissing and sorts of things, he made awesome hospital company.

“I dunno, art thieves? It’s okay though Henry. Please don’t get in to fights just because of little ole me.” Jasper said, tugging on his friend’s hand to convince him to lie down. Having Henry run off and land himself here too certainly wouldn’t help anything. They could hardly cuddle if they were both in hospital beds.

“Sorry you had to come here to see me, I know you don’t like hospitals.”

[jamie-abbott]

Bee-tween Us

[jasperthetenderhearted]

jamie-abbott‌:

Jamie had attained a meditative sort of focus after a childhood of working intentionally towards equilibrium and inner peace. However, they were only human, and even their thoughts were prone to scattering. It was why they usually had more than one project at a time, and since working on the dove had been giving them so much grief, they put it aside to pick up one of their smaller projects. 

They also did it because they couldn’t stop thinking of Jasper, of the mechanical butterfly they’d given him what felt like a lifetime ago, of wondering whether or not he’d kept it. 

So they were in a park today- escaping the gloom of the shop, of their apartment, of their thoughts- standing just a few feet away from an active beehive and watching the slightly over-sized automata bee they’d constructed jerk around in the air next to its natural counterparts. Watching the insects in action was the only way to make the charms on their creation more lifelike, after all. 

And then- as if from nowhere, as if brought up from Jamie’s thoughts alone, there was Jasper. For the third time since Jamie broke his heart, and Jamie couldn’t move. The bee drifted back into their open palm as they stared. 

“Don’t go.”

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Jasper froze. Of course, of course Jamie had found their way here, too.  Nothing was sacred any more. Much less one of the parks Jas had gotten his bees to form a colony in. The hive in his and Luka’s place had grown large enough that he needed to relocate most of it. It wasn’t hard, but it did get kind of testy afterwards. His bees were very particular.

At the sight of Jamie though, he wished he could just run away. He wasn’t a Gryffindor like Juni. He could run without feeling bad about it but... Jamie’s voice. It had been so long since he’d heard it, months now. Jas had missed the sound.

Jasper let out a shaky breath and didn’t move. If Jamie kept the distance between then he could manage this interaction. Any closer and things might start to get painful, memory-wise at least. From here he couldn’t smell Jaime or see all of their mirco-expressions and the tilt to their mouth.

“I can’t really leave right now.” He said, bees bumbling around his head.