Made with Love
Jamil Viper x Reader
It happens on a dark and stormy night.
Corny, and way too cliche for his tastes. But it’s not like he could’ve perfectly chosen the exact night where he fell in love with you.
God knew how much you would’ve made fun of him if you knew that he wished he could.
“Control freak.”
Jamil could hear your voice in his ear, teasing and light-hearted.
But he was getting off topic.
You had stayed over in Scarabia, soaked to the bone due to a leakage in Ramshackled roof, Grim was already asleep in Kalim’s bed under an electric heated blanket.
And you were in front of him.
With your stomach growling horribly loud.
“Have you not eaten since Tuesday ?”
Jamil had made you sit down at the dinner table, a blanket around your shoulders.
“Shut up…Grim ate my damn dinner…”
You yawned, resting your head on the table as your eyes blinked closed, muttering a soft “Wake me up when it’s done,” before you drifted off to sleep.
He hadn’t even agreed to cook.
The audacity.
Jamil would deny the smile on his lips until the day he died.
He had turned on some soft arabic music, filling the silence as he chopped some vegetables, lord knew you needed some veggies in your system.
It wasn’t going to be a high-effort dish. He was tried too after all.
Noodle soup would suffice.
He grabbed some soup stock from the fridge, throwing the vegetables into it and started up the fire on the stove, allowing it to boil away. In another pot, he threw in some eggs, setting a timer to ensure they came out just the way you liked.
…
When had he memorized your likes and dislikes ?
The thought made him stop for a minute, hands still opening a packet of noodles that he was going to put into hot water to loosen.
When did that happen ?
Jamil tried to not memorize many things, lest he be driven insane.
He remembered Kalim’s preferences, then his own.
When did your name appear on that mental list ?
He put the noodle into the bowl of hot water, dusting off his hands, mind still reeling from that particular reveal.
He made the mistake of turning to look at you.
You…who was currently snoring quite contently on the kitchen table.
At least you didn’t drool.
There was…something about your face.
The way your eyes were fully relaxed, no stress lines to be seen.
The gentle way your body moved up and down. In rhythm with your breathing.
Domestic in a way that made his heart squeeze. In a good way.
Somehow.
He could reach out right now, thread his fingers through your hair, massage your scalp like he had done so many times to himself.
…
What the hell was he thinking ???
He reached for his hood, cursing softly when he remembered that his pyjamas had no hood to pull up.
Luckily, the timer for the eggs went off and his flusteredness was thrown out the window as he fumbled with getting them into the ice bath without any crackings.
You, he decided as he peeled the eggs, fingers moving carefully, were a distraction.
Jamil wouldn’t do this again.
Soon, the broth was done, the noodles placed in the bowl with careful precision, and the two eggs placed neatly near the side of the bowl.
Perfect.
A perfect bowl of noodle soup.
(For a perfect person- No.)
Jamil placed the steaming bowl in front of you, sitting down himself before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up.
You woke up slowly, relaxed (like you knew you’d be safe with him), blinking your eyes open as you stretched out.
“Good morning.”
Jamil pushed the bowl closer to you.
“Eat.”
“...Thanks Jamil”
You even said thank you.
As you raised the spoon to your lips (which he definitely didn’t stare at for longer than necessary), Jamil realized that for the first time in a long time, he was actually nervous about someone trying his food.
He hadn’t been nervous about this since he had first cooked for Kalim, all the way back when he was 10 years old, nervously presenting an omelette like it was something precious and not the half-burnt disaster it was.
Why was he nervous ?
He knew it’d be good.
Because he wanted to know whether you thought it was good.
The truth felt bittersweet in his mouth.
You took a sip of the soup, life slowly coming back into your sleepy eyes.
You took a bite, humming softly as you chewed.
“Delicious. As always.”
Jamil sighed, relief flooding his chest.
God, was he this gone ?
“Yummy.” You mumbled, biting down on the boiled egg.
Apparently, yes, yes he was.
He wanted to snark something at you, maybe an untrue threat about how this was the last time he’d ever do this for you, maybe he’d tell you that the next time something broke in Ramshackle, you go to Heartslabyul, let Trey feed you something instead of him.
The thought vanished as soon as he thought it.
Why would he tell you to go find someone else, to have someone else see you like this, tired, happy and full ?
There, he accepted it.
He, Jami Viper, was in love with you.
The thought didn’t hurt like he thought it would.
Instead it settled over him like a warm blanket.
Speaking of which.
“Your blankets falling.”
Jamil reached out a hand, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders as you ate the last bit of the noodles. You leaned in closer, making it easier for him.
You always did that huh ? Make things easier for him,
“Tastes different than usual.”
You commented.
Jamil froze.
“...Different how ?”
You had tapped your chin, miming like you were thinking really hard, unaware of the way he had scooted to the edge of his seat waiting for your response.
“Like…Like you made it with love instead of hatred- What ? That was funny !’
You striked a pose at him, making a heart with your hands like he saw Ace do sometimes.
Jamil rolled his eyes and allowed his heart to settle.
“Hm, I always make things with “love”. It’s called seasoning, not something Vil would understand.”
You laughed at that, clear and bright.
Jamil would never tell you how right you actually were that night.
Not until the day you two stood at the altar, your hands warm in his.
But that was still far off.
For now, he’d lean back and let his lips settle into a soft smile.
For now, this was enough.
It's mostly in past tense cause Jamil is reminiscing on how he realized he fell in love with you btw. Also look at this loser, thinking about marriage already boo boo /lh
This came to me while I was cooking so I wrote it down while my rice is cooking.
Jamil fans, this is for you
