Kalim X Jamil - Blog Posts

I think that everyone saw at least once scenario of a game, book, movie, etc. But I never saw anyone writing about how would they really act if they got into one of these if that would be them in reality. So I decide I will write it with the game Disney Twisted Wonderland.

First I wanna say two things:

first english isn't my first language so sorry for mistakes

second I will be writing from prologue and one post is one chapter or event, events will be done when I write chapters

There will be also ship's:

Ace x Deuce

Kalim x Jamil

Sebek x Silver

If someone is uncomfortable with them don't worry I will be writing them in different colour.

This one is prologue how I would act/do:

- freak out at first but when I realize where am I it will be just screaming and jumping

- Then run from Grim and his flame

- After Crowley will take me to mirror chamber I will curs on him in my native language (polish) and pray so he don't understand me

- if they would talk in other languages then polish or english I will be like „ What the hell" (￣ ￣|||)

At the mirror chamber

M(mirror) : [...] they are suited for no dormitory

Me thinking: No sh*t Sherlock, from where I am there isn't magic!

Let's skip where dorm leaders are trying to catch Grim.

- I would just be standing ther not knowing what to do + realized that it will be my life from now

- Won't tell anyone about game. At first at least

- I'm a scaredy cat and begin in the dark place, alone will exhaust me mentally so living with grim and ghosts is blessing

- Also curse on Ace when he will be making fun of me and Grim or trying not to cry depending what my mood would be

- Because I have dust allergy like my mom we need to vacuum twice a week and at our detention after destroying Queen of hearts I would not wait for Ace and just start cleaning because I prefer to do it quickly not to start sneezing

- As for Adeuc and Grim when we are at mine probably will try to tell them that this world is a game from where I am

- Of course they wouldn't believe me so I would tell them what will happen next

- And it happens

- Rest of prologue would be the same and no I'm not telling Crowley about their game world

And that's all for this post. I'm still new to this and I still don't know how exactly I want this to look so please if something could be done better inform any way you want but without hate. Next post will be chapter 1 with Heartslabyul.

"FIREWORKS"

Pairing: Jamil x Kalim

Cw- none- it's pretty short from what I usually post but I'm so proud of how the writing came out for this

Word count: 662

A/n: I'm working on two x reader requests atm but I have such a whitefang brainrot so I just had to write Abt them. (do Kalim and Jami have an actual ship name btw bc I haven't seen any so I've just been recurring to them as whitefangщ⁠(⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜⁠щ⁠))

The sound of fireworks drowned out everything around them, bursts of color painting the dark night sky.The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the distant laughter of students celebrating, but for Kalim, all of that faded into the background. His gaze, unwavering, was fixed on Jamil.

For once, Jamil looked peaceful. The tension that usually sat on his shoulders seemed to have magically…vanished, if only for a moment. He wasn't wearing his usual guarded tired expression. He wasn't wearing that mask he put on for others. He was at peace

Kalim had always been, without a shadow of a doubt naive , but he wasn’t a fool. He knew the truth. He knew how Jamil truly deep down, even if it hurt to acknowledge it. It ached his heart so.

No matter how many years they had spent together, no matter how many times Kalim had called him his best friend, Jamil would always see the gap between them. That painful, undeniable gap between the two. Jamil was here to serve not to be his friend.

Yet Kalim treasured moments like this. Moments where the walls between them didn’t seem so high. Where, just for a little while, they could stand side by side as equals. He could pretend they were the same.

A cool and gentle breeze blew, the wind brushing against Kalim’s face causing him to close his ruby eyes, scrunching up his nose. When he opened them again, Jamil was already looking at him.

It wasn’t his usual exhausted stare. There was something softer. Something almost… sincere.

Jamil let out an intake of air he had been holding without even realizing. This was refreshing. After everything that had happened over the past year—the general chaos, the overblots, the endless stress, the burdens he carried.

This moment felt weightless. No responsibilities. No expectations he had to uphold. For once, Jamil wasn’t just Kalim’s shadow, his second in command. He wasn’t just a servant of the Asim family.

He was just… Jamil.

“Happy New Year, Kalim,” he murmured, his voice quiet yet steady, just loud enough to be heard over the distant crackling of fireworks. Jamil couldn't ignore the way Kalim's face lit up instantly, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle.

“Happy New Year, Jamil! Here’s to another year with my amazing vice housewarden!” he chirped, placing his hands behind his head.

Jamil let out a quiet exhale, forcing himself to turn back toward the sky before Kalim could see the way his ears were burning.

He could still feel Kalim’s gaze on him, so warm, so unrelenting. His fingers twitched at his side, and on instinct he reached up to pull his hood over his face—only to remember he wasn’t wearing it. Instead, his fingertips brushed against something else. A flower.

He had almost forgotten it was there, tucked neatly into his dark hair. A small, white flower that

Kalim had placed there earlier in the night, despite Jamil's protests. Laughing as he insisted it suited him. Jamil had scoffed at the time, but for some reason, he hadn’t taken it out.

Kalim’s smile somehow grew even wider at the sight. A blanket of comforting silence fell over the two. They were taken back when they heard a voice call out to them

“Jamil, Kalim! Get over here already!”

Yuu stood a few feet away, holding a very drowsy Grim in their arms. The little monster let out a tired mumble, nuzzling into Yuu’s jacket, barely able to keep his eyes open after stuffing himself with whatever food he could get his paws on.

Jamil nodded and, without thinking, reached for Kalim’s hand. Their fingers laced together naturally, and Kalim, of course, didn’t hesitate to squeeze back.

They made their way toward their friends. It felt right. For once they were just two normal teenagers.

Perhaps, one day, that distance between them wouldn’t feel so impossible to cross.

Kalim wasn’t stupid.

But he could dream.

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