#Khalid BG1

[bigdingus1234]

Khalid's fine bottom,,, I imagine it's very squishable

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @astreamofstars for this ask meme: Questioning Sentences, Vol. 33 Jaheira/Khalid - "Are you getting my wife into trouble?" Like I said - I had a more comedic idea for this which I'll probably also write, but here's some Harper-era dramafluff first. :D

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The blade presses low and tight against the curve of Jaheira’s neck. The assassin smiles coldly. “Not so tough now, are ya, Harper?” he hisses.

Jaheira remains perfectly still, her eyes flicking around rapidly as she examines her position. 

The assassin is a sallow half-elf whose ice-blue eyes are almost obscured by the overhang of his hood. His dark cloak melds him with the shadowy night around them; Jaheira can see the subtle outline of a winged serpent embroidered in his tunic. Zhentarim, then.

She should really have been expecting this, in light of the smuggling operation they just broke up near Waterdeep. It was the largest nest of Zhent they've rooted out in some time and (she sincerely hopes) crippled the group’s slaving operations for the immediate future - but a noise that big doesn't go unnoticed by the sort of people who have sharp knives and are ready to use them. 

And this Zhent knows his business, that’s certain. His weight is carefully distributed across his feet while keeping her pinned to the tree behind her, and the knife is positioned to give her little room to maneuver. He deliberately waited until she had no energy left for a wildshape, and even if she did, she’s not confident her enemy wouldn't be anticipating it. Her pulse quickens with sudden adrenaline as the reality of the danger sets in.

“You have the advantage of me, it seems,” she says, deliberately keeping her voice even and conversational so as not to betray any fear.

The man's smirk deepens unpleasantly. “That's the idea. We know all about ya, y'know… Jaheira. Know ya put together that raid on our people last week. So I've got some payment I need t’ extract.”

If she can just get leverage with one leg, she twist out of his grip… but no. He senses the shift of her weight and moves almost automatically to counterbalance it, his knee shoving against her hip. 

She sighs and swivels her head carefully, trying to look past his shoulder. 

He snorts. “What're ya lookin’ for, girlie?” he asks mockingly. “Gonna call down a flock of birds? Like I said - we know all about you. Why d'you think I chose this moment t’ drop in? I know you do your scouting alone.”

One of Jaheira's eyebrows quirks up and she finally can't help it. She grins. 

“Your information is out of date,” she says.

The Zhent's eyes bug wide and he cries out in startled pain as a heavy boot kicks the back of his knee, staggering him off-balance, followed by a gauntleted sucker punch at the small of his back that stuns him briefly to immobility. Khalid, surging out of the darkness, gets one arm around the man's neck and yanks him backwards; with his other hand, he strikes the Zhent's wrist, knocking the dagger out of his hand. 

“Oh, my,” he says as he hauls the Zhent backwards, giving Jaheira room to slip free of the wall. His voice is almost casual - but Jaheira knows him far too well to be fooled. She can hear the ice in it, and the way his usual nervous stammer has hardened out in the moment of crisis. “Are you getting my wife into trouble?” 

Jaheira snorts. “Getting himself into trouble, more like,” she says, dusting herself off. “Once again we are underestimated.” She clicks her tongue with mock-disappointment. “The last time he will make that mistake.”

“Let me go!” the Zhent growls, his voice strangled by the pressure of Khalid's arm on his throat; the stunned moment is fading and he starts to struggle fiercely in Khalid's grip. 

“As you wish,” Khalid says mildly. With a sharp jerk, he releases the other man and at the same time twists sideways so they're facing each other. Before the Zhent has time to react, Khalid lands a punch directly between his eyes; his head snaps back and he goes over like a felled tree, hits the dirt, and is still. 

Silence, and then the chirp and buzz of insects reasserts itself around them. Jaheira relaxes with a low chuckle. “Well struck.”

“Are you hurt, m-my love?” Khalid asks, turning to face her. His eyes trace searchingly over her from head to foot, looking for signs of injury. 

She smiles affectionately, hearing his stammer return as the moment eases. “I am fine. He had no chance to truly strike me. Besides…” She scoffs dramatically.” I could have handled him.”

“I've n-n-no doubt of it, Khalid says earnestly. “All the same, I'm g-glad I was here.”

“As am I.” In spite of her airy manner, the pulse of adrenaline still sits heavy in her throat, and she takes a few steps closer to him automatically, slipping her hand into his. The warmth of his palm is grounding, comforting. “Much easier with two.”

He lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Then he crouches down to begin rifling through the unconscious man's pockets. She raises an eyebrow, seeing that he is grinning giddily to himself as he does so. 

“And just what is that look for?” she asks, amused. 

His head ducks and he gives a sheepish little chuckle that is just this side shy of a giggle. “M-my wife,” he says. “That was the f-f-first time I c-could call you m-m-my wife on a mission.” He looks up at her, his eyes bright and dancing in the dimness. “It f-f-felt wonderful.”

The adoring expression on his face sends a full-body shiver through her. “It did, didn't it?” she murmurs. 

It's still so new, with the wedding only a week behind them. In many ways nothing has changed, but that strange and everpresent delight still lingers in the back of her mind. And it spikes up in little bursts at the oddest times - a word, a glance, a touch, anything that reminds her that the bond is made and she has him for the rest of their lives. 

She ruffles his hair where it peeks from beneath his helmet at the base of his neck, and is gratified to feel his subtle, eager squirm at the touch. “Well then, my husband,” she says with a soft laugh. “Let us get back to camp. Though what a pity we must have an unexpected guest interrupting our privacy for the evening.” She nudges the unconscious Zhent with her boot toe and rolls her eyes. 

“Of all his c-c-crimes, that is surely the m-most grievous,” Khalid says, and laughs. 

[ratscrap]

next batch of portraits! jaheira, montaron, and khalid! we're almost at the final stretch now ^_^

[marigoldbaker]

[ DANCE ] for Khalid and Jaheira

[ DANCE ]: while the sender and receiver are slow dancing together, their close proximity and the intimacy of the situation causes feelings to rise to the surface.

No one dances with Jaheira for the love songs.

This is not the right place to begin. Here is where we start: it has been two months of a long and complicated mission, multiple Harpers undercover, the sort of thing where you are working shoulder-to-shoulder and simply can't help but make friends with those around you. Khalid was sent on the mission because he is still new to the organization and needs supervision, and perhaps also because the Harpers understand the value of encouraging close proximity with your compatriots, encouraging bonds to grow, ensuring that these are people who will work to protect you and people who you will work to protect.

No one is exactly sure why Jaheira is here. Most of the Harpers have been here at least a few years longer than Khalid, but Jaheira has been here much longer, the longest of all of them, and unlike all the rest in the group, seems fundamentally disinterested in fraternization. The closest she comes to socializing is a flicker of eyes towards Khalid when he speaks, and every time, he feels as though he's pinned to the floor beneath her--but such is the way Jaheira's gaze must make everyone feel, ferocious as she is, else words would not stutter and stumble off of more than just Khalid's tongue when she joins the group for a drink after a day of information-gathering.

There is a sense of relief whenever the band starts playing and the Harpers get up to dance. Partners are easy to find for the faster songs--they're the sort of whirling, trading-places dances where you don't need a partner, you only need to know the steps--and for the slower waltzes, the Harpers pair up completely at random, laughing with the absurdity, competing with each other to look the most ridiculous and romantic.

Khalid likes these games. It's a nice way to end the day--twirling around with one of his friends, unburdened by deeper feeling. Jaheira's presence, however, always sends a shiver down his spine whenever the waltz begins, and he absolutely cannot look at her, always letting himself be swept away by one of his more boisterous companions rather than risk facing the harsh reality of her disinterest. If he does not look at her, he will not have to dance with her. If he dances with her, it will be feigned and ridiculous and nothing close to what he wants.

So: he averts his eyes for two months, to the point where not looking becomes second nature, until he is dancing with Harper Riordan, who says with a laugh, "Gods, is she still here?"

And Khalid does look, then. And then can't stop looking.

Clearly, she wasn't expecting him to look. Clearly, she's gotten used to him not looking, because he knows Jaheira very well by now, and not once in the last two months has he seen an expression like that on her face. She's at the very back of the room, leaning against the wall, bottle in hand, eyes full of what he can only describe as lovelorn melancholy as she looks directly at him. It takes her a moment to realize that he is looking back, and another moment to hastily look away, taking a long swig from the bottle as if attempting to prove to him that it's only the drink making her look so forlorn.

Harper Riordan, voice blurring, says, "Don't know why she comes if all she does is stand and stare. Judging us, I'd wager. Have you ever seen her dance?"

Khalid shrugs off the arm on his shoulders, not harshly, just knowing that there's somewhere else he needs to be. He weaves through the crowd and takes Jaheira's hands. She colors in a way that seems to have absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol.

"Ja--Jaheira," gods take him, the stutter always surfaces when he least wants it to, "w--would--would--would you--"

He waits for her to finish his sentence with brisk impatience, as so many do. He finds himself stunned and fluttery when her blush deepens and she smiles, all wobbly, squeezing his hands, but doesn't interrupt or interject. She takes a soft, steadying breath in, and he follows suit, and suddenly he feels as though this might be easy.

"Would--would--would, would you--you--" He's stuck on the most important part, but her expression remains just as warm and welcoming, which has never happened to him before.

Her fingers lace with his. His heartbeat pounds in even tempo with a gentle waltz. He has never felt calm in a moment like this, and it's with a dancer's grace that his words pivot.

"Dance," he manages. "Me?"

Jaheira nods so quickly that her hair threatens to tumble out of its half-done braid. She's holding onto him like she does when she's injured and he's helping her off the battlefield, which feels absurd. What has she to be afraid of in this moment? Doesn't she know who she is?

Their colleagues have faded into a dim, distant nothing as he leads her out onto the dance floor. The music is ever so soft. Her body folds into his like it's found a home.

[ethanrayne]

poll offered with no further context bc context is spoilery about where this is going but. harper mission. babyfic. currently in progress. may or may not have khalid in it, pending poll results.

no promises that i actually listen to this poll bc i'm very very tempted to write the ot3 version precisely bc khalid will be in that one.

[ranger-danger]

Randomly picked baldur’s gate characters, and what kinds of animal they have the vibes of, without explanation:

Gorion’s Ward: Hares.

The dark urge: Vipers.

Jaheria: Sheep (wild edition)

Imoen: Horse

Neera: Stoat

Khalid: Pika (pie-k-ah)

Orin the Red: Cougar

Shadowheart Hallowleaf: Wolf (a tad on the nose)

Gale Dekarios: Moose

Dynaheir: Marine Iguana

And no I’m not going to explain, think on it yourself. Some are obvious and a few biased, some are not. These were randomized by me rolling a d20.

[quenthel]

Also.. Wranlen and his squads in bg1 and 2...

[morgandekarios]

khalid i would die for you

[wrenthedruid]

I finished it!

YIPPEE!!

Look upon them

[displacer-beasts]

Oh just stab me in the heart and it would hurt less than this.

[bigdingus1234]

i think i forgot to post this here lol

[yeehawitsjakee]

Khalid and Jaheira <3

[ratscrap]

t4t khalid x jaheira

[marigoldbaker]

Khalid, Dry spell

l o l. nsfw under the cut. unresolved pining abounds.

It's only that it has been too long. He wouldn't have let his eyes linger if not for the fact that it hasn't been--well, it hasn't ever been, exactly, but that's beside the point. At the very least he's touched himself--well, what he's trying to say, if only in the privacy of his own mind, is that he hasn't had a moment to himself for some time, and a moment to oneself is necessary more than expected when one is traveling with Jaheira.

Of course he doesn't mean to be disrespectful! The very thought of reducing Jaheira to her body alone sends a pulse of horrified anger through him. It's more that there are other things she does that catch his body's attention--a natural physiological reaction when he hasn't had time to--privacy for--

She had picked him up the other day. This is no small feat; he is not a lithe man. Lean, perhaps, but military training has given him solid muscle and enough bulk that he would not have expected someone as small and slight as Jaheira to even attempt carrying him. He had broken his leg, and even too exhausted to cast, she had found the strength to toss him gracelessly over her shoulder and haul him out of the battlefield at a run. She'd lost her balance as soon as they'd reached safety, tumbled halfway down a ravine, and he'd been terrified that she had been seriously hurt, but she'd sat up on her elbows with bright eyes, too breathless to speak, and touched his face like he was the one point of light in a dark room, and he'd felt--he'd almost been able to believe--

His breathing hitches dangerously even as he thinks about it. Imagines what it would be, her strong hands pinning him down as they do in training, her legs tightly straddling his waist to keep him in position underneath her, her sharp, focused eyes drinking him in. All of these images come only from what has happened before. This feels important--and yet he does not dare presume.

Guiltily, his hand drifts lower. He is alone tonight. Alone, and whenever this occurs, the only thing he can possibly think of is her. He has allowed himself vague, half-formed fantasies before, but none so pronounced as Jaheira, every memory in sharp relief, her firm touch and her supple body. He imagines that piercing, reproving gaze as she instructs him, guides him, with that clipped, awkward patience that always makes him swell with--

With--

It's blessed relief when his fingers close around his shaft, minimized only by the ache of not knowing how she would touch him. Would it be quick, firm strokes, her characteristic brisk precision, her determination to reach their intended destination? Would it be slow, careful, gentle, that furtive warmth that she seems so determined to hide from the rest of the world? His longing for her is such that it overrides his ability to feel ashamed that he wants her to touch him. He wants to touch her. He wants to feel her tremble underneath him, not with fear, but with that relieved certainty of knowing she is safe. She never carries herself like a woman who is sure she is safe. He wants to bring that certainty to her.

His pleasure does not build evenly. It slopes sideways, uncomfortably, his whirling mind unwilling to cooperate and relax into sensation. He drops his hand with an exhalation, almost a cry, through gritted teeth, still painfully hard.

There is a rapid hammering at his door.

Khalid awkwardly wipes his hand on the sheet, then pulls it tight over his lap and calls back, "I-I'm fine!"

From the other side of the door, Jaheira demands, "If you are ill--"

"I'm fine," a mortified Khalid assures her. How did she even hear him?

"There was an irregularity in your breathing, and as your senior Harper--"

"Wh-what are, are you doing out--outside my room?"

A very strange silence follows his question. There is then the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps.

Khalid does not have the energy to dissect this. He is almost grateful for the interruption. It's a relief--a reminder of the difference between fantasy and reality. A hard oak door stands between them, and Jaheira has no interest in stepping into his rooms.

[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Khalid: Stay c-c-calm. Just stay c-c-calm.

Jaheira: I am calm.

Khalid: I was t-t-talking to myself.

[ranger-danger]

Mmk got to go to sleep before the dysphoria gets too bad 👋 have some random baldur’s gate from my camera roll

These are dumb I’m sorry for doing this