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[thevikingwoman]

Kugane datenight!

Meryta Khatin & Tansui by @artctrlcee

thank you so much for this very cute commission, it was so lovely to work with you. I love how adorable they look!

[thevikingwoman]

Meryta & Tansui by @hanseelie

Sometimes you can be just some guy and get to relax in the lap of The Most Important Girl In The World

I adore the tenderness and the colors and details of this, thank you so much Hannah! This quiet moment has my whole heart.

[thevikingwoman]

Sometimes Meryta still has nightmares, and sometimes luckily Tansui is there to help.

Fandom: FFXIV Words: 480 Read on Ao3 For XIV Hearts Ablaze, day 2

Tansui x Meryta Khatin | After Endwalker 6.0 | fluff Rating: Teen. Nightmares and bad dreams, soothing and loving, endwalker spoilers, implied sexual content, romance, humor

Nightmare

Meryta doesn't remember the time after Ultima Thule much. She doesn't remember the nightmares that plagued her. Alisaie told her how they kept watch while she recovered, barely conscious. How she would wake screaming or crying, only to fall back into sleep.

She's thankful it's all a fuzzy blur to her; the pain and the broken bones and the weakness and the nightmares. She mostly remembers the relief of success, the content joy of realizing her friends had somehow, impossibly, made it - and so had she.

It’s over and done with. They won.

Some days though, the nightmares return.

The sky burns, fire trailing rocks as they rain from above. Monsters devour everyone around her. Herself, slowly turning into a horror. Dark swirls of despair creeping across the world. Her friends, vanishing into nothing.

Terrifying fragments of things that happened and things that didn’t and nothing she can fight, punch, kill.

She tries, in some dreams. In other she is rooted, shining blackness that’s bright as neverending day slowly drag her under while the world burns.

In the worst ones; she is stuck, weak and crawling while she watches herself slaughter her friends.

The days when the nightmares return, she wakes gasping, shaking, kicking, screaming. Disoriented, sweat clinging to her.

“Meryta. It’s okay, my love. It’s alright.”

A cool hand brushing gently against her cheek, a presence without restricting her.

“Breathe.”

She does. Tansui’s palm is calloused, cupping her cheek. His hair brush against her throat.

She’s in his bed.

Inhale. Exhale.

He’s safe.

Inhale. Exhale.

Her friends are safe.

Inhale. Exhale.

The world is safe.

Inhale. Exhale.

The tension leaves her, and she clutches him, pulls him close. Her nose fills with the scent of him, sea and sweat and safety.

“Thank you,” she mumbles against his chest. “Nightmare.”

She should be stronger than that, but somehow this is worse than a real thing she can fight. The way her mind twists and blends things together, having to make sense of it, how disjointed she feels when she wakes up, struggling to remember it’s senseless and not real.

“I figured, with the kicking and punching,” Tansui’s says, his voice bringing her back to the present again.

“Did I hurt you?” She normally doesn’t move much when she sleeps, but now…

“Nothing serious.”

She turns and runs her across his chest. 

“You sure? I’m sorry, I just – “

“Well, maybe a kiss would make it better.”

She kisses him, right on the collarbone.

“A little lower perhaps.”

She kisses his chest, the top of his belly.

“I’m afraid it was lower still.”

“Really,” she grins. She scoots down and kisses the top of his knee.

“Hm, mayhaps I should show you where,” Tansui says.

“Mayhaps you should.”

Laughing, he pulls her up across his body, until he can kiss her inner thigh. Meryta giggles, and gasps.

Her nightmare is soon forgotten.

divider credit: @myreia

[thevikingwoman]

I needed them to be cute about this! Something weighs on Tansui, but Meryta won't hear of it.

Fandom: FFXIV Words: 708 Read on Ao3 For XIV Hearts Ablaze, day 3

Tansui x Meryta Khatin | After Dawntrail 7.x | fluff Rating: Teen. Vague talk of death, romance, humor, fluff, worry and love, age difference, general ENW spoilers, DT raid series mention

Remember Me

“Will you remember me,” Tansui says, “when I’m gone?”

They’re lying in the sand, the sun’s last rays hitting them. The ocean laps gently against the shore with peaceful, rhythmic sounds.

“What do you mean, gone?”

 There are no stars out yet, but the moon is pale and waxing in the sky.

“I’m older than you, and I’ll – well, one day, I’ll be gone.”

“You’re not that much older than me!”

Tansui raises himself up on his elbows, a serious look on his face.

“More than ten years, by my reckoning,” he says.

“So now you’re an old man, seducing innocent young adventurers?”

She tries to lighten the mood, she does not want this talk of death. Not his, of course, because the truth is much different.

Tansui sputters. “That’s not – I’m not – “

She laughs, she can’t help it.

“Some days I feel I’m too old for you.”

“I have no complaints,” she says, and rolls to put her head in his lap. “Besides, It’s not that much of a difference, Tansui.”

“Hm. I still –“ he strokes her hair, her horn, causing her to shiver pleasantly. “I hope I’m not forgettable.”

“You’re anything but that, love.” She wonders what brought this up. It’s not his nameday in many months. Now it’s there, the thought won’t slip her mind though – of dying and remembrance. “And I don’t think you have to worry about dying before me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m – an adventurer.” Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, and all the other titles they bestow on her. “I fight. I like fighting. One day it will catch up with me. Warriors don’t die peacefully.”

Her death is something she has always accepted. From her dads’ instance that she not participate in the Naadam, to buckling up and fighting the primals the scions needed her to fight, to choosing to fight whenever she can help, to fighting in the Arcadion for the challenge –  at first.

She’ll die fighting, not of old age.

Her death no longer feels imminent, as it was when she was launching herself through experimental aetherytes. When the next fight was Zenos or Ascians or an entity singing death to the universe.

They’re all dead, and she’s has yet met something that can beat her. But she knows she will. Someday.

“I wish you wouldn’t say such things,” Tansui says quietly.

“It’s the truth,” she says. It no longer bothers her.

She can feel him tense beneath her, and then he exhales and relaxes again, though his hand moves to her shoulder, and holds it tight. She puts her hand on top of his.

“It’s not like I’m planning on letting something best me.” She grins, and tries to soften it. She wants him to accept it with the same lightness she does herself. She has never feared death, but she is glad she no longer expects it. “But you know – one terrified lalafell – milalla, I mean – and I will fight whatever demon monstrosity I have to.”

“I know, I might as well stop the waves from forming, or the trees from growing, as stop you from helping people.” He sighs. “Is it too much to hope to grow old together.”

“And here I thought you was just saying how you’d grow old waay before me,” she replies, drawing out the way in a long ridiculous sound.

“Well, I – I was just,”  he sputters, as she pulls herself up and around and climbs in his lap. She kisses him, and of course he kisses her back.

“What if I do my best to grow old with you, and you don’t worry about being too old.”

She rests her forehead against his.

“I can live with that, I suppose.”

“Just in case,  though, we better make good use of the time.” She kisses him again, harder, then softer, then fiercer. She runs her tongue across his lips until he opens his mouth and she deepens the kiss, wresting a muffled moan from him. She pulls back and grins. “Do try to keep up, old man.”

He growls, and the world tips and he flips her on her back, pinning her arms as he leans in for another kiss, fiercer than before.

Above, the stars have come out.

divider credit: @myreia

[thevikingwoman]

So happy to be going for Year of the OTP. For January, I picked sharing clothes. which is a favorite trope of mine. And the confederate haori does look great on Meryta, of course.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 870 | Read on Ao3

Tansui x Meryta Khatin (warrior of light) | sometime after shb | fluff Rating: Mature. Clothes sharing stealing, a small rest day, sensuality, mild possessiveness, Tansui has a problem, the problem is he is very much in love, reference to sexual situations

Heat

The day was hot and sticky, as if a wind had blown the heat and steam from Hell’s Lid all across the Ruby Sea. Many of the Confederates had set out in boats, or simply jumped in the waters surrounding Onokoro. Of course, someone has to be patrolling, and collecting, but Tansui is not one of them, not today. Not when Meryta is here. Seeking a cold breeze, Tansui and Meryta commandeered a small vessel and set out on the waters.

The seas were not much cooler, however, so they found a small sandbank with a knoll and a lonely tree – not much shade, but enough. From there, they waded and swam the ocean, joyfully splashing about like children. Until they engaged in some very adult activities, that is. Tansui still thinks it’s unfair Meryta can breathe underwater, but today he’s not complaining.

He’s currently resting under the tree, the reflection of the evening sun making the waves glow orange, as if they are on fire in truth. Meryta is stretched out in the sand, soaking up the last sun. Something about the heat of the sand being nice against her scales.

He lets his gaze roam over her naked form. Her back and her ass, her tail swishing lazily in the sand. The sun on her scales and horns, rendering them almost translucent at their dark green ends. Her feet, the soles a lighter green than the rest of her body. It’s too hot for him to lay in sun, but he’s content to stare, to lazily enjoy the shade and her presence.

He must have dozed off, for when Tansui wakes, it’s dusk. The moon has risen, and a few bright stars light the darkening sky. Meryta, perplexingly, is in the water.  He stretches, and walks to the water’s edge.

“Taking another dip?”

“No.” She fishes something out of the water. A piece of cloth? “Tide almost got my clothes.”

He chuckles. “Did it get you too?” Now he’s awake, he can see the sandy strip is narrower than before. Meryta flicks her tail in annoyance, the tip of it skimming the water.

“It’s not funny.”

“Sure looks funny to me.”

“What if I hadn’t woken up? I could have drowned.”

“You can’t drown, Meryta.” He winks at her.

“Ugh.” She sounds more exasperated than angry, and he is glad of it. He would not stand a chance did she bring all her fury to bear. It’s not that he forgets her power, he simply chooses to think it does not matter between them. Tansui’s thoughts are rudely interrupted by a hard, wet hit to his bare stomach. Meryta’s soggy clothes, bundled up and thrown with considerable force. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he almost falls on his ass, making an undignified sound.

Meryta breezes past him, and swoops up his haori where he discarded it, when it was too hot to wear. She shrugs it on.

“I’m cold,” she says. “And all my clothes are wet.”

He knows, as they are currently dripping in his hands. It is cooler now, and he holds them away from himself, so his pants don’t get wet, at least.

Gathering his wits, he tosses the bundle of clothes in the boat, which he did have the foresight to pull far enough onto their island. He’s sailed these waters too long to make foolish mistakes.

“You could have told me the tide rises so much out here,” Meryta says, mayhap following his line of thought, her eyes drawn by the tossed clothes.

“I did not plan to nap. And neither did you, I suspect. I suppose we were worn out from the… swim.”

“It was a very good, warm, nap.” She smiles at him, bright and genuine, her grumpy demeanor all but vanished.

She stretches, his haori falling half open, revealing the tantalizing curve of her breasts, the scales scatted across her abdomen, and the shaded place her legs meet. He freezes, unable to form clear thoughts. He wants to push the haori off her body, he wants her to wear it always, just like this.

Powerful, effortlessly, she is wearing his clothes. She walks towards him, her tail swishing in front of her, drawing his eye to her thighs. He wants to touch. He craves her. He acts, reaching for her, pulling her close, kissing her lips, biting them. He wants to claim her, mark her, leave something with her, something more permanent than a shirt, he wants, he needs –  she bits him back, laugh in the throat and they break apart.

“Mine,” is all he gets out, his thoughts all jumbled with his sudden need.

“You can have it back when I have dry clothes,” Meryta says, “Maybe. It’s very soft.”

“It does suit you. A tad long, perhaps.”

He lets her think he was talking of the haori all along. He doubts she will appreciate the direction of his thoughts. Fierce and independent, she comes and goes as she wills, and he will let that be enough.

Meryta tucks her head under his chin, bumping it. “Maybe I should hem it.”

He thinks of it, her wearing it across the world, with her scions.

“Maybe you should.”

[thevikingwoman]

I heard it was post smut Thursday, well here's something that was on my mind and in my drafts for a long time.

Set at an undefined time in the Stormblood patches, Meryta swings by Onokoro again (of course)

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words : 918 | Read on Ao3

Metyta Khatin (wol) x Tansui | SB patches | smut Rating: Explicit. Sexual content, oral sex, fun times, banter, semi-public sex

Good Company

“I told you you’d be back”

Meryta laughs, joy bubbling in her belly.

“I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“Come?”

He grabs her hand, but his tone is a question, so she nods and follows him willingly.

As soon as they’re out of sight of everyone else, up the stairs and behind a building, he pushes her against the wall and kisses her soundly.

“Missed me?“ she gasps between kisses, “that much?”

“You’re the one who followed me.”

She has nothing to say to that, not when he is kissing her neck, eagerly sucking bruises into it, worrying her flesh and scales between his teeth. The skirt she’s wearing is terribly short, her top leaving her belly bare, and perhaps it was not an accident. She throws her head back when he sinks to his knees, and kisses the exposed skin there, digging his hands into her ass. She clutches his shoulders and moans, biting her lip to prevent too much noise from escaping.

They’re not really private here, not even the illusion of a closed door between them and whoever may be assigned on guard here, or wandering the stairs on their own business.

Tansui doesn’t care, bracing her against the wall, pulling one leg over his shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh. She bucks against him when he sucks, another place she’ll surely have bruises tomorrow. He didn’t forget when she said she liked it, and he seems more than excited by it.

He kisses her again, bolts of want running through her as his hot lips meet the sensitive flesh on her thighs. She bucks her hips forward when he bites her, and sticks her hand in her mouth. She doesn’t want to be heard, and she doesn’t want him to stop.

He doesn’t, his eyes mischievous as he kisses the bruise he just made, brushing his lips against her scales, as he’s kissing the leg still on the ground.

She moans into her hand.

Tansui grins.

“Stay quiet, now.”

“I thought you had a – oh!”

With one hand, he pushes her smalls aside, and his mouth is right there, licking, sucking at her most sensitive spots. She does her best not to let out any more noises, but she knows she is unable to be completely quiet. Right now she doesn’t care if anyone hears or comes to investigate – Confederacy recruits or the Auspices or the emperor of Garlemald himself. Tansui sucks and she moans into her hand, her other falling on his head, tangling in his hair.

Tansui doesn’t let up, using one hand to keep her steady, the other tangled in her smalls. Satisfied they stay out of the way, his hand falls down where she can’t see as he lets out a low moan against her cunt. She pushes him closer, clenching around nothing, pleasure building in waves down her spine. He’s already as close as he can get, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, sucking, licking, beard scraping against sensitive flesh, his teeth pressing against her clit in delightful pressure.

She throws back her head and has to squeeze her eyes shut, focusing on staying upright. There’s a rustle of fabric and she realizes he’s working himself, aroused by the pleasure he brings her. It’s enough to bring her over, her climax hitting her in a furious burst. Tansui keeps going, but lets up a little, the aftershock having her tilt her hips off the wall and into him. When she looks down, he pulls back and grins up at her, dark lashes and her juices smeared across his chin.

She vaguely feels she should do something, touch him, but she’s lost in a post orgasmic haze, simply patting his hair awkwardly. Her legs wobble as she slides her left leg down from his shoulder, and he lets go of her, busy touching himself. Unable to keep herself upright, she slides all the way down to the ground, sitting against the wall. Her eyes are locked at where his hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking it fast and firm. Tansui’s eyes close and with grunt he comes, his spend hitting the dirt between them.

Tansui tucks himself away and leans forward to kiss her. Slower, but still intense, pressure and pleasure and the taste of herself on his tongue. She makes a small sound, and grabs his shoulder. She wants to hold him, or be held.

“Shhh,” he says, smirking, when they break apart. “Plenty of people about.”

“They’re you people. Your problem, right?”

He chuckles. “If you put it like that.”

“Wouldn’t mind going somewhere more private, though.”

“Oh? And here I thought you’ve gotten what you came for?”

She punches him lightly. “I came for your lovely company, of course.”

“So, this is but a bonus?”

He smirks, gesturing between them.

“A good one.”

She grins and grabs the hand he extends to her, pulling herself up and adjusting her clothes. No hope of covering the bites and bruises he left, and she doesn't care. Especially when his eyes rake over them, a new stab of want already simmering. 

“I can offer you company and a trip if you want. I’m set to go to Sakazuki today.”

“I’ll love to.”

hey will have time, later. She does want his company, simple time with him settles her in a way she cannot explain. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. Tansui looks away, and then crushes his arms around her.

[thevikingwoman]

FFXIVWrite2024 - Prompt 1

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 261 | read on Ao3

Meryta Khatin x Tansui | ENW start Rating: Gen. Reflection, enwalker intro spoilers.

Steer

The journey to Sharlayan seems endless. The water is beautiful, and the weather has been mild so far, making an easy journey. Just very long.

Meryta walks the deck, stretching her legs and her tail and her arms. There’s no real way to train, swinging and leaping with a katana or trying to fire arrows is bound to end in disaster. Not to mention doing magic. The small, green carbuncle following her is the best she can do, along with the moving and stretching.

Estinien has a similar problem. One leap from the top mast to the bow, and the captain quite strongly forbade any more of that. She’s not sure how he deals, but Meryta is wandering the deck restlessly.

Speaking of the captain, he’s at the helm, steering the ship with hands on the wheel. Not a wheel – she keeps forgetting what it’s called. It doesn’t matter. Instead, she thinks of a much smaller boat, steered by a confident hand on the rudder, winds in the single colorful sail.

She misses Tansui. This journey too far, and it takes her further and further away from him. Surely Sharlayan will have an aetheryte, and once attuned she’ll be able to go to him, the cost doesn’t matter to her.

Except that the Telophoroi don’t lie idle, and as usual time is of the essence. She sighs and closes her eyes. The sea doesn’t quite smell the same, but it’s close. She thinks of Tansui’s hands again.  Calloused and confident and too far away. It will have to do for now.

[thevikingwoman]

hello

Meryta Khatin and Tansui by @sunshinemage

Thank you Rory for this gorgeous, stunning piece. I'm on the floor over this, the warmth and happiness - just look at them! The light, the tree! I love it so much, it's perfect!