#am enjoying the variety in my writing with these femtav requests c:

[blackjackkent]

hihi!! i just wanted to stop in and say your writing is beautiful and the last tav x karlach request you did genuinely had me tearing up and smiling so much, i absolutely adored it ^_^ and i also wanted to possibly request one with a fem tav and karlach who both found a home within each other after not feeling like they had a place to belong for so long. if that's a little too vauge or if you're not up for it then no worries!! i'm excited to see what else you'll write in the future regardless :3

Ahhhhh, this is such a kind message, ty. <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed it. c: I hope you like this, anon!

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"You sleep like a fucking rock, y'know." Karlach pokes her head in the flap of the tent and grins as Tav curls away from the shaft of sunlight that stabs in past her. "I've been up for hours."

"Yes, 'cos you're you," Tav mumbles. She rolls over and pulls the pillow from her bedroll over her face. "Some of us actually need rest."

"Missed a beautiful sunrise over the city," Karlach says lightly. "And uh. I made breakfast." She says it with such elaborate, studied casualness that Tav shifts the pillow and peeks one eye out at her. Karlach is sitting in the tent flap watching her intently, her fingers fidgeting on her thighs.

"Yeah?" Tav asks with a slight smile. "What'd you make?"

"Eggs." Karlach shifts awkwardly and her head dips with a sheepish grin. "I mean, I know Gale makes eggs a lot, and you've probably eaten even more than I have, all your hunting trips and all before all this mess started, ranging around. But... I know how to make eggs, and I wanted to make you something."

She hesitates, squinting. "I mean, I wanted you to have eggs that I made. Y'know? Does that... make any fucking sense at all?"

Tav's smile widens. She sits up and scoots a little bit forward, then flops over so her head is pillowed on Karlach's lap instead. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Karlach looks visibly relieved and grins down at her with a smile from ear to ear.

"Yeah, and I'll tell you a secret." Tav reaches up and pokes Karlach's cheek gently with one finger. "I want to eat the eggs that you made, too." A pause; she laughs softly. "Y'know, I gave up on thinking I'd say that to anyone, years ago."

"Me too." Karlach's smile fades. "I gave up on a lot of things. Fucked up that that nautiloid feels like it might've been the best thing that ever happened to me."

Tav hoists herself up again, this time curling into a sitting position in Karlach's lap and kissing her softly. "Yeah. I know what you mean. I don't miss that lonely road, that's for sure."

She tilts her head slowly to one side, and then grins crookedly, draping her arms around Karlach's neck. "I do have to tell you something, though..."

Karlach tilts her head to one side. "Yeah?"

Tav snickers. "Those eggs you mentioned? I think they're burning."

"Oh, fuck--" Karlach jolts to her feet and darts away from the tent towards the campfire, leaving Tav sprawled on the ground and laughing hysterically.

"Next time," she calls after Karlach cheerfully, "romantic speech first - then cooking."