#jamikali angst

[bluejeyy]

"What I cant say is.. I still like you."

Made this a while back and was debating on wether I should post it or not because it's traditional and not really visible

Gotta love the jamikali angst, I really wanna make more stuff on them but I just got sick so idk if when I'll be able to🥲

Lmk if I should make this on digital!!..or if I should make more twst related art in general haha

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

I had a prophetic line come to me while imagining Jamil Angst: "I'm sorry for loving you.... I'm sorry for loving you and expecting you to love me back."

[greenapplebling]

I was pestered with Jamikali thoughts so have a short fanfic that I might or might not continue 💖

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pair: fem Kalim Al-Asim x Jamil Viper

Hard to love

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"Jamil", the heiress called for his attention. "Do you think I'm hard to love?"

The servant sighed. He just had to finish cleaning and he'll be free to go, but of course Kalim would take it as the perfect time to make an uncomfortable question.

Yes, he wanted to say. But he felt like that would open a can of worms he wasn't in the mood to get into so he avoided the question.

"Does that matter?"

Kalim jumped up.

"Of course it matters! What would I do if my future husband doesn't like me?", she puffed up her cheeks but then deflated. "I wouldn't want him to be miserable..."

Future husband

So it's that what it was about? He worried that she was referring to his overblot incident where he spilled all his hatred towards her...

Still, there was a strange weight in his chest that refused to go.

"... Why do you think you're hard to love?"

Kalim looked surprised at the question.

"Well, you said it yourself!", oh, there it was. "I can't cook, I can't clean, I can study on my own, I couldn't even dress myself until recently!"

She plopped down on her bed and started kicking like a child.

"... What kind of person would love an useless wife?" she lamented after she stopped her small tantrum.

"But that doesn't matter", Jamil insisted. "Kalim, you're rich and have servants. You don't need to do these things. I'm sure your husband will spoil you rotten anyway."

He thought he gave a reassuring enough answer but he got taken aback when he looked up to his mistress' face. She was red in the face, with puffed up cheeks and a frown. She looked quite silly but it was also the angriest Jamil has seen her so far.

"I don't want to be spoiled rotten! I want to be-", she cut off her yelling before looking at the side looking more sad than angry. "I want to be loved...", she said in small voice.

Jamil had half a mind to leave it at that and walk away but he decided to change tactic instead.

"Kalim", he sighed. "There's a lot of people that love you, your parents, your siblings", he avoided talking about the rest of her family. "Lots of students from the dorm like you and I'm sure the friends you've made like you. Does that sound like an unlovable person to you?"

Kalim hesitated.

"No?", but then she jumped up again. "But that's different! I want to a loving wife to my future husband!"

She grabbed her phoned and showed Jamil various tabs about "how to be a good wife".

Really, Jamil was feeling his patience running out.

"See? All these articles say that a good wife should be able to do all that stuff!"

"Kalim-"

"A good wife should greet her husband with his favorite meal."

"Kalim, that's-"

"A good wife should be able to take on the chores when her husband comes back tired from work."

"Kalim, I-"

"A good wife should be able to take care of her husband as much he takes care of her."

"Kalim-"

"A good wife should make her husband feel loved", then she looked directly at his eyes. "Like I couldn't do for you."

"Kalim, you- Wait, what?", he mumbled.

"Jamil", she said softly while looking at him with tearful eyes. "I love you..."

Suddenly he found it difficult to breath.

He knew that. Of course he did, it was obvious, way too obvious... And yet...

"I'm sorry I failed to make you feel loved."

Right there, he felt like crumbling before her confession. Like she did before his betrayal.