AAAAAAAA SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH I CRY I LOVE THEM VRGYJUHTFRC THANK YOU FOR THIS

Love them ♥️

I especially love the hot springs drawing, love Dynaheir's expression

(now I wanna draw hot springs.…)

let a thousand flowers bloom for minsc and khalid. i keep thinking about what fun their dynamic could be

AU/OC moment (where J and k raised the bhaalspawn instead of Gorion)

I just really wanted to draw jaheira in that meme and then I added a Khalid with Evune to bring it all together

Made some fanart for @marigoldbaker!

It’s from a scene in their fanfic “I’ll be waiting for you (if you ever wanna be there)” which is a coffee shop/modern AU

Normally I don’t have much interest in either modern AUs or coffee shop AUs but i have been awakened- I loved this fic and wanted to draw it! I don’t know why I cast Gorion as the manager in my head but I did and he’s there too. I nicknamed the coffee shop “candlekeep coffee” because I thought it was funny :)

Might color it eventually idk the idea of coloring the background scares me lol

christening this account with this take from my old account:

Thinking about SoD rn, and how big of an impact it probably had on Khalid. I like to imagine it was such a big step forward for his confidence in being put in a leader position.

Like, he went from 'never wanting to lead ever due to anxiety in a leader role' to 'would probably prefer not to but would be happy to step in if needed'

And I think the 'if needed' would become alot more frequent as time passed.

Too bad he dies in bg2, imagine how he could be in bg3, so much more confident in his abilities, so much more willing to lead alongside Jaheira instead of stepping back at letting her do things.

Jaheira doodle

We discuss how much Khalid loves his wife but let us not forget how much Jaheira loves her husband!

The necklace she’s wearing is Khalid’s gift according to the forgotten realms wiki, it’s been a bit since I’ve played siege of dragonspear so I dont remember the image of the top of my head, all I know is I love it and I always put it on jaheira as soon as I get it

Also! @githyankidanky has altered my brain chemistry and I now must include Khalid’s ear clip because I love their HC that it’s a common practice in Calimport considering how classist the society is. Like it makes complete sense to me that since the indentured servant class isn’t meant to get out of that class the upper classes would make sure that they could always be identified at a glance even if they were all dressed up or something. Also a good character design element that provokes thinking

This is canon in my mind :)

Just realized I never posted this drawing I did of Jaheira and Khalid but like haha omg what if Khalid didn't die and they got to grow old together hahahahahhahha im gonna go cry now

The most powerful character

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bg1 doodles from my lunch break, the girls and Khalid

Learn Me Right

Jaheira x Khalid

This is a fic excerpt (~600 words). Someday, I’ll publish the rest. Because there is more — believe me, there is more.

Between the two of them, Khalid is the first to cry in front of the other.

They're tears of sheer frustration. They’d barely had time to sleep the night before, the day has been hell, and all he wants is a moment's quiet but the patrons of the pub below their room clearly have other plans. On a good day it would set his teeth on edge, never mind now. Jaheira is trying to cheer him up with that flirtatious banter she's so good at, something he loves, and this is the fourth time he's gotten completely trapped in the middle of a sentence. For fuck's sake, he's trying to compliment her (it's a favourite trick of his, disarming her with sudden earnestness) and somehow he can't coordinate his own mouth to say it.

He can’t find a way to tell her how beautiful it is when he can make her really laugh, that he wants to do it again and again for the rest of their lives, that when she smiles at him her eyes glow golden and warm and he feels it from shoulders to hips. He can't meet her eyes and his face is screwed up with effort, fists suddenly clenching as his head jerks uncomfortably to the side, and for a moment he's frozen there — and then he's crying.

The whole thing is mortifying. Khalid desperately swipes away the tears, turns away from her in his effort to hide it all. What must she think of him? Unable to keep it together even now, in this quiet moment between them.

Jaheira doesn't allow it.

She approaches slowly, sits in front of him on the bed. This is bad enough on its own, but then — then she’s holding his hands, moving them away from his face and clutching them firmly in her own. Khalid feels suddenly wild with panic. He can’t, he can’t, he —

“I-I-I —”

"No need to be ashamed," she says firmly, thumbs brushing over the backs of his hands. "It's just the two of us."

After a moment, she brings his hands up to rest above her breasts, and then both of hers move up to his face. Jaheira holds his head in her hands and kisses away the tears under each of his eyes, before her forehead presses against his. As her chest rises and falls with her breathing, he manages to copy her.

"Good," she says, a softness in her tone that's uncommon, that he's always treasured when she opens it to him. "That's it."

Her thumbs trace rhythmic circles over his cheeks like she’s trying to soothe and memorize him all at once. Slowly, the sharp noises from downstairs that had grated on him fade into undifferentiated murmurs, and there is nothing but her; the way she smells of the forest even after days spent in the city, the steel of her spine, the unshakeable calm in the eye of her storm and the way she can somehow bring him into it with her. He has no idea how he got so lucky, that he has the privilege to spend so much time at the center of her focus.

Jaheira is looking at him with that rare, precious gentleness that tells him she’s dropped her guard. That he’s seeing her all the way through, the way she always seems to see him, and all he wants in the world is to learn every path to get here with her. All he wants is her.

"I love you," Khalid whispers, and Jaheira’s eyes are suddenly wide and bright in a way he’s never seen before. For a tiny moment, they flutter closed, and he could swear her breath trembles.

She coughs. "Well, I --." Swallows. "I love you, too."

He suspected she felt it, but he had expected a smart remark, for her to hide behind a quip again. His heart swells.

Before Khalid can say anything else, she kisses him, one hand fisting into his hair, and he knows they'll both sleep soundly tonight.