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Warm Mornings; Jamil Viper

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I was possessed by this vision and I hope that you go into cardiac arrest because of it. Translation for a term of endearment will be at the bottom!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Jamil slowly blinked his eyes, waking up from a dream; a dream that he was visiting one of the Al-Asim’s many vacation homes, the one by the coast. A dream that you were by his side, smiling at him as you excitedly went through all of the rooms. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew that when he saw the driftwood ceiling, and saw your sleeping form next to him.

The Sun was just peeking out from the horizon, golden rays turning the ocean a warm amber, coming through the open shutters and illuminating dust clouds that drifted in the light breeze. 

If Jamil were back in his dorm, or at the Al-Asim estate, he would have already started his day. He would have been making breakfast for Kalim and their lunches as well. He would have been rushing and worrying. But he didn’t have to do that here, he didn’t need to do anything. He could relax.

Sighing, he turns over to face you, and breathes out a silent laugh. Apparently, yesterday had been pretty tiring, since you had dried up drool on your face, and some light snores escaped your mouth every so often. It was a side that he hadn’t really had the opportunity to witness or enjoy. And to Jamil, there was nothing more precious or stunning in his eyes, drool and all. 

You shuffled in your sleep and Jamil froze, fearing that you had caught him in the act of admiring you. He didn’t want you to wake up and find him staring at you. He didn’t want you to think that he was being weird, or breaking some unsaid boundary. But you stayed asleep, and a particularly loud snore escaped from you, which nearly made Jamil snort, almost.

Jamil took one last look at you before deciding it was best to get up and slowly start his day. He sat on the edge of the bed for a bit, taking a mental screenshot of your sleeping face. And before he knew what he was doing, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He didn’t overthink it, and a flare of panic did spring up, but he smothered it just as quickly as it had arisen. What did he have to worry about? There was nothing to worry about. He could be himself here, without worrying about others prying in or interrupting him. But enough dilly-dallying around. He may not be on the clock, but since he was awake, Jamil wanted to start his day.

So, as Jamil got ready for whatever this day may bring, he occasionally checked in on you. He also knew around what time you naturally woke up at, so while he waited for you to awaken from your slumber, he started preparing breakfast for the both of you. Well, your favourite breakfast. 

While he was cooking, he felt your arms latch around his waist, and the weight of your head resting on his back. “Sleep well, habib albi?” Jamil asked, turning down the heat of the stove so your meal wouldn’t burn.

You hummed, “Slept like a rock. Could have slept longer, but it’s warm and I was getting sticky and gross… I probably look like a mess.” You burst out into laughter, imagining the state you must have been in when Jamil woke up who knows how long ago.

“No,” Jamil turned around, still with your arms around his waist, “you never looked better.”

He looked at you with so much softness, love, and vulnerability, that you could have sworn that your heart stopped. Jamil looked ethereal in the gentle, warm, amber rays of sunlight that filtered through the linen curtains. Yet, he was looking at you the same, despite the dried-up drool, frumpled pyjamas, and sleep-crusted eyes.

“Jamil?”

He hummed, prompting you to continue.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

And he smiled at you, a soft, love-filled smile. “Habib albi, you don’t have to,” and he placed a small kiss on your lips. “I know.”

You sighed happily, resting comfortably against his chest. This morning had been warm in more ways than one.

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*habib albi; love of my heart (gender-neutral) [I don't speak Arabic, so if I got this wrong, please let me know]

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Respite of summer's heat

The gentle breeze rolling over the fields, through the forest and towns on sage Island since that morning was a wonderful contrast to the recent increasingly hot weather. Nevertheless it wasn't quite enough for most students and after seeing their altered behaviour patterns and a question to someone more knowledgeable about the average human, a suggestion was given by Lilia to our resident dragon fae.

"How about inviting your beloved for some ice cream in the city?" He suggested, which seemed like more than a sound idea to Malleus, who chose to swiftly write them a small invitation, before folding it into a paper dragon and having it fly to them with magic. It read the following:

"My beloved moon-born rose,

Would you honour me with your company to a local frozen treat shop in the afternoon? I wish to spend time with you on this day as summer approaches, so that we may enjoy the splendid weather with one another.

-Yours eternally, Malleus Draconia, Crown prince of Briar Valley <3

P.s. Lilia has told me humans occasionally sign letters to their beloved with hearts, I am hoping I understood it and that this gesture makes you smile"

What a lovely invitation. He'd gotten far better at writing them since the Halloween incident. Courtesy of the prefect gently teaching him, of course, as well as help from silver, when he did not currently suffer from his narcolepsy or if he wasn't busy with his own classwork and training. No sooner than when school let out however, it was go time.

Malleus waited in front of Sol's classroom, greeting them with a small smile.

"Hello again, my moon-born rose, are you ready to head out? Or did my letter not reach you?" He asked, holding out his arm to escort her. With a firm but gentle grip she took it, nodding along.

"It arrived just fine, the little dragon was a lovely touch. I am ready to head out, I've been looking forward to this since I read the invitation earlier this morning..!"

That was how they found themselves on a quick flight to the city center, on which they may or may not have briefly disturbed an aircraft but clearly the humans and their flying tin-cans were at fault for being in *the* Malleus Draconia's way, as Sebek would probably have put it. Nevertheless they arrived safely at the ice cream parlour that had become quite popular lately. Cater was the one that mentioned it to Lilia but the latter was the one who suggested Malleus went there of all places. It was a lovely little place, a classic ice cream parlour like you imagine it. Luckily it was midweek and relatively early into the lunch rush, which meant there were plenty of nice seats.

The wait time wasn't terrible after ordering, at least it wasn't because Malleus just looked gorgeous because the sunlight was hitting him just right. It was reflecting in his green eyes making them shine more than usual, highlighting the smalles golden specks in them. Even for Malleus though the view was wonderful, oh how he could stare at them all day, Sol truly had his heart. From their black and blue hair to her red eyes, it was all just mesmerising to him, like the glow of a full moon to a werewolf perhaps, changing him, bringing out things kept hidden during the day. He couldn't help but take Sol's hand gently, pressing a small loving kiss to her knuckles.

Shortly thereafter their respective sundaes arrived, something fruity for Malleus and something tropical with lots of coconut for Sol. Perhaps a trip to somehwere with actual coconuts was in order, if Malleus remember the scalding sands hat them. Perhaps he could take them during a festival or harvest season to enjoy the many treats of the agricultural efforts that year.

Conversation flowed so easily between them, the two Fae who let the world pass them by as they enjoyed frozen treats during a wave of heat in the land. Though the heat did not phase them, it was still a more than delightful date. Especially when Malleus had managed to get spoonfed a taste of Sol's own sundae, but only one. In response a strawberry made it's way onto their portion. Back and forth they went, though Sol was more or less giving him the small waffle bits and things like that instead of actually precious parts of their iced treat. Malleus wasn't complaining but it was slightly unfair.

In exchange for that though? She listened to Malleus talk about a specific gargoyle until he was finished, even if there were plenty opportunities to interrupt. The couple wound up finishing their treats and simply walking around for hours, even after the seelie court princess's feet started hurting, because a certain dragon fae insisted that he'd be able to carry them, and he did, so gently and closely to his chest as if they were precious, all the way back to NRC and her room. He I tented to only hug her goodbye for modesty's sake but a chaste kiss quickly convinced him of something else. For a moment he couldn't help but kiss them, not if they had so wholly captured his heart, not if he loved them so dearly. And she loved him right back.

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