cw: age gap (Teylan 18, Reader late 20s); virgin!Teylan; past trauma/abuse; hurt/comfort; fluff
You are an Aranahe weaver and songkeeper—tall and graceful, with the intricate silk patterns of your clan woven into your armbands and top, your skin a deep teal, marked with the faint glowing lines of kinglor silk tattoos. You are older than Teylan by several cycles, already past your first mating heat, confident in your body and its pleasures in a way the young Sarentu male has never known.
When the resistance brings the surviving Sarentu children to your clan's territory for healing and learning, you are one of the first to notice Teylan’s quiet fascination. He watches you from the edges of the weaving circles—wide amber eyes fixed on the way your long fingers move through silk threads, the gentle sway of your hips as you walk the suspended bridges, the curve of your full breasts beneath your woven top. His ears twitch whenever you laugh, his tail curling tight whenever you glance his way.
You find it endearing—this shy, untouched boy-man, raised in cold human walls, now staring at you like you are the first warm thing he has ever seen.
One evening, after the others have retired to their hammocks high in the kinglor nests, you find him alone on a lower platform, fidgeting with a broken human device, ears drooping.
“Teylan,” you call softly, settling beside him with the easy grace of someone who belongs to the sky. “You look lost.”
He startles, nearly dropping the gadget. “I—I am fine. Just… thinking.”
You smile, letting your tail brush his leg deliberately. “Thinking about me, ah?”
His flush is immediate, dark and spreading. He nods, barely.
You take pity on his innocence. Gently, you take the device from his hands and set it aside. “Come,” you say, standing and offering your hand. “Let me show you something better than human machines.”
He follows you without question—trusting, trembling—to a secluded hollow deep in the silk canopy, curtained by glowing kinglor webs. The moss is soft and warm beneath you as you pull him down to sit facing you.
You start slow.
First, just touch—your fingers tracing his sharp cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the sensitive tips of his ears until he shivers and leans into you like a starved thing. You guide his larger hands to your body, showing him how to cup your breasts through silk, how lightly to circle your nipples until you sigh and arch into him.
“You feel good?” you ask softly.
He nods, breathless. “Yes… so soft… I—I did not know…”
You smile and kiss him—slow, deep, teaching his mouth how to move with yours. When you pull back, his pupils are blown wide, arousal already pressing hard against his loincloth.
You take his hand and guide it between your thighs, letting him feel your warmth through the thin weave. “This is pleasure,” you murmur. “Not just for making children. For joy. For closeness.”
His fingers tremble as he explores, guided by your gentle instructions—how to circle slowly, how to press just right until your breath hitches and you moan his name.
Then you show him himself.
You untie his loincloth carefully, letting his length spring free—long and untouched, already leaking at the tip. He gasps when you wrap your hand around him, eyes squeezing shut in overwhelmed pleasure.
“Breathe,” you soothe, stroking slow and steady. “Feel it. This is yours. No one can take this from you.”
The first time, he lasts only a few strokes—hips jerking, spilling hot and sudden over your fingers with a broken cry. Shame floods his face immediately.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice cracking, curling in on himself like he expects punishment. “I made a mess… I couldn’t stop… please don’t—”
Your heart aches. You know the stories—the TAP soldiers, Mercer’s cruelty, the beatings for childhood accidents.
You pull him close, cradling his head to your chest. “Shh, little one. There is no shame here. No punishment. Only pleasure.”
You clean him gently with a soft leaf, then guide his hand to himself. “Again,” you encourage. “Slow this time. Learn your body.”
The second time he lasts longer—eyes locked on yours, breath hitching as you whisper praise. When he comes again, it is with a softer cry, body shaking but not hiding.
The third time, you undress fully—letting him see and touch all of you, guiding him between your thighs but not inside yet. You ride his fingers instead, showing him rhythm, letting him feel you clench and release around him as you come with his name on your lips.
Only then do you take him inside you—slow, careful, letting him feel the warm, wet grip of your cunt for the first time. He whimpers, overwhelmed, but you hold his hips still.
“Not yet,” you murmur. “Feel me. Move with me.”
You set the pace—gentle rolls, deep and unhurried—until his breath steadies and he begins to meet you, tentative thrusts growing confident. When he finally spills inside you, it is with wonder in his eyes, not fear.
After, you hold him close—his lanky body curled into yours, head on your breast, tail wrapped tight around your waist.
“No one will ever hurt you for this again,” you whisper, stroking his queue. “Your body is good. Your pleasure is good. You are safe here. With your people... With me.”
He presses his face into your skin, voice small but steady. “Thank you… for showing me.”
You kiss his forehead, smiling into his hair.
There will be many more nights—teaching him stamina, positions, the joy of giving and receiving without fear. But this first time, this gentle unraveling of old trauma into new trust, will always be sacred.
Because you—an older, confident Aranahe woman—took the lost Sarentu and showed him that pleasure can heal as much as it desires.
And in your arms, Teylan finally learns what it means to be wanted, not broken.
Summary: Aonung has put out your usual sass with his recent flirting and it’s driving you insane. When he finally gets to speak with you alone as he shows off his spear throwing expertise it gets heated quickly
Warnings: Sexual tension and heated word choices, no smut but it gets close, mention of genitals
Word Count: 3.1K
A/N: No updates, I’m getting back into writing after months of breaks so I’m sorry if i’m rusty. Also I feel like it goes without saying that Aonung is of age in all of my writing. I am not just writing about a minor, you are close in age. 19 years old.
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"I still don't know why you think it's better that I teach you instead of my brother", Tsireya warmly suggested as she handed you a beginner's spear to practice with.
"Because I want to learn from the best", was all you managed to say as you took the spear in your hands and inspected it with wandering hands.
The real reason you were so eager to meet up with Tsireya instead of Aonung was laughable. Aonung had been playing a dangerous game with your feelings, making you feel a way you shouldn't to fuel your thoughts about the chief's son. Avoiding the brat to the best of your abilities for weeks now was the only way you could fight the fact you were slowly starting to become infatuated with the boy that was growing into a young man.
He had become cocky now that he was of age, and while he still had a few years of learning left before becoming chief, it had become clear his training was making him more and more defined. The way his body moved with every hearty laugh or every faux wrestling match with his friends drove you up the wall, so you decided it was best to try and stop seeing him altogether.
However, this was becoming a challenge as he had recently decided to spend more of his free time harassing you than anyone else. It was very confusing, as you thought you had put this bullying behind you when you were children. That could easily be forgotten, though, as he was indeed still the next leader, and that could explain his rudeness, but what couldn't be helped was the blush that overgrew you every time he towered over you with that smirk that he didn't know affected you in such unforgiving ways.
"Well, thank you, I'm flattered", she giggled, then continued, "but Aonung is the top in the clan at spear throwing, and he's not gonna be happy if he finds out you asked me instead of him", she never felt bad for her brother. Still, when it came to the matter of his undying yet, painfully expressed crush on you, she felt merciful.
You scoffed, squaring yourself next to her as you looked towards the targets drawn on the ground.
The target range for spear-throwing was closer to the village than any of the other training areas because you needed the clear ground to allow a large windup for hurling the stick through the air. It was still private, which you enjoyed because you had a feeling this was going to be an embarrassingly miserable display of physical prowess.
The targets were set up in the distance and made up of 3 circles of fine white sand sprinkled in precise shapes on the ground. Tsireya had already collected the sand earlier in the day and laid out the rings in exchange for you to be the one that churned the sand into the dirt when you were done so the next person who came to train could easily set up the rings and get started.
"I don't think I could handle his smugness at having me asking him a favor", you smiled at her, holding up the spear like you had seen Aonung and his friends do when they came here to learn when you were younger.
It was the truth. Honestly, you wouldn't have been able to handle his smug looks or laugh or the fact that to teach you meant one on one time by yourselves. You would prefer being lectured by Ronal, and that was saying something.
She nodded, trying to copy you as she held up the pointed end of the spear into the air, getting herself ready to fling the wooden spike. The artillery was too large for her, and you watched in curiosity as she heaved it up a little higher with a grunt.
"Alright, so what you want to do is pull back and using your back leg, you want to push--" she was cut off by the sound of laughter in the near vicinity. Before she could resume her instructions, you heard the sound of foliage and leafs being broken as a group of four boys emerged into the clearing, each of them but one with their spears by their side.
Aonung was still laughing at something Rotxo had said, but when he looked up and saw you, with your arms still raised as his sister mirrored you, he felt his heart skip a beat and his face light up with delight.
You cursed under your breath and dropped the stick like it was a venomous snake, instantly turning around to hide your slightly tinged face.
This was so unfair! He hadn't even said anything so far. All he had done was smile and laugh! He never had this much of a hold on you when he was younger. As he got older and his hair grew past his shoulders, and his muscles became larger, you became less aware of what to do with yourself.
"I have to go", you mumbled, feeling the tinge fade as you turned to pick up the burlap sack you had brought with you and leave for the village.
"Well, what is going on here?" Aonung called out in the conceited tone he saved for when he was talking to you. His deep voice boomed around the clearing, forcing its way into your ears and silencing the chatter between his other friends.
You didn't respond and instead made your way in the opposite direction they had come from, but before you could escape, a few words were yelled out, making your face nearly melt off your skull and onto the floor below you.
"Somewhere to be, pretty girl?" Aonung called out while his friends spread out, tossing down their training gear and lunches they had packed in preparation for a few hours of training.
You turned sharply, trying to calm your breathing so the blood would move from the gathering in your cheeks down to your heart which desperately needed the extra help because the poor thing was beating overtime.
"Just remembered I have somewhere to be", you said rather awkwardly, not allowing yourself to come across as timid but not quite having the energy to yell back at him with the same enthusiasm.
"Oh, come on! You said you wanted to learn from the best, and he's right here!" Tsireya spoke. She lay down her spear next to yours and jogged up to you. She grinned as she gently tugged on your hand, coaxing you to come and stand to talk to the boys who were checking over their weapons.
You sighed, then gave in, dropping the sack and letting her drag you over to Aonung, who was still standing in the same spot. As you walked over, he had a proud smile etched on his face, and you wanted nothing more than to slap it off.
Your face dropped so you could look anywhere but into his eyes that would have caught you in his dangerous trap of good looks and gentle teasing and never let you go.
"Come on, teach her!" Tsireya was far too excited, nearly jumping up and down while her older brother rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Who said I wanted to help?" He snarkly asked, then continued, "and next time you're thinking of using my spear, ask!" He spat, gesturing to the spike that was laid on the ground rather carelessly. That cleared up the question of why the spear had nearly tipped her over when she held it up.
She elbowed him roughly in the chest with her free arm causing him to bend down a little in pain and scowl at her, but no sound of agony came out.
He quickly straightened himself and snarled at Tsireya, but she gave him a pointed look before her eyes darted to you several times. After a few seconds, he finally got her unspoken threat and sighed, pushing past the both of you to walk over to collect his projectile.
You ignored the feeling of his hand burning on your shoulder as he pushed between you two, breaking the hold Tsireya had on you.
"Come on, pretty girl, let's see what you can do", he called out, not bothering to turn around because he knew you'd be following.
You looked over to Tsireya before you elbowed her yourself, questioning her with a look. She knew you didn't want to speak with him, yet here he was and instead of ushering him away, she had insisted he teaches you.
She simply shrugged at you and pushed you forward before running off to sit next to her brother's friends.
You passed by Rotxo and nodded to him in greetings which he returned before tucking into the fruits he had brought with him. He was chatting with his friends, who all found a spot under a nearby tree that was far enough away from the targets that they wouldn't hear you and Aonung's words to each other but still close enough that they could still see any funny failings.Your eyes settled on Aonung's back, and you took a deep breath, you didn't even have the shame to look away when he crouched down and picked up his spear, checking it over for dirt or marks.
"You watch me first, then you try", he said, glancing over to see you were watching him with eyes slightly wide at the idea of trying to copy his expert throw with an audience.
He smiled at you, which caused you to blush and break the stare you had been holding on his body, which only made him grin, thus continuing the terrible cycle.
"Eyes on me, nobody else is watching, so you can look at me as much as you want", he called you out with a smirk when you finally scowled, giving him a reaction that he couldn't help but chuckle at.
"I worry for anybody that enjoys looking at you", you hissed while taking a step back, knowing he would have to have some space to move when he threw the spike.
He didn't say anything this time but didn't have to. His eyes spoke for him as they shone like the sea on a sunny day.
"So she speaks! I was beginning to worry!" He watched you roll your eyes in amusement with a slight smile on your face, and he silently swore at himself in his head for turning so you wouldn't see his sly grin that he only got when he made you happy.
"Let's start", he wasted no more time and held the wooden stick over his head. You watched with slightly awestruck eyes as his body moved so purposefully.
He raised the spear, and using his other arm, he aimed to secure the direction he was throwing in. He could feel your eyes on him, and it made him cocky. He wanted to show off, to show you he was strong and worthy of praise.
He pulled back his left leg, then after taking a breath, he threw it with as much strength as it took to land directly in the centre of the target. They were far closer than he usually had them, but it was to be expected since you were a beginner.
The weapon shot through the air before the sharp spearhead dug into the ground with a thud, landing directly in the centre of the most petite ring. A perfect bullseye.
He leaned back with a satisfied grin. He turned to look at you with the hopes you would be at least slightly impressed. You were still staring, mouth open in an 'o' shape, struck somewhat by just how gifted at the sport he was, and it made a part of his internal body tingle when you turned with the look changing from amazement to an affectionate smile.
"I'll admit you aren't bad, I've seen worse", you couldn't help the smile anymore. He always had a way of killing off your anxiety, and right now was no different. His cocky grin made your heart speed up, but your mind just wanted to insult him until he dropped.
"If that's all it takes to impress you, I am afraid to know how easy it is to please you", he took no shame in his words, and your smile quickly dropped to embarrassed growls as you hid your face, turning to look over at his friends that were all talking to Tsireya about something at the same time. The discussion looked heated, and none of them paid attention to you two.
You watched, eyes as focused as ever.
"Arrogant brat", was all you could get out as you looked down at your feet and kicked at the dirt.
"Oh, did I touch a nerve? I didn't know you were such a goody-goody", he didn't wait for your smart-ass answer and walked off to tug his spear out of the ground sharply. Your mind was reeling as you heard a soft grunt escape his lips as he yanked his prize out of the ground.
You shook your head and bent down to pick up the training spear you had been given, not taking notice of your position that had your back to the sky until you felt a hand smack into your backside harshly.
The slap was loud, making your face turn scarlet red as you jumped up, abandoning the spike to glare at Aonung with a death stare.
You were shocked, he had never been so bold with his teasing, and while it wouldn't have crossed a line had you been alone, you could feel the four pairs of eyes gawking at the back of your head.
"Don't", you gently warned. You didn't want to admit it, and you knew it was wrong, and the pompous imp should have been ashamed of himself, Aonung should have been on his hands and knees begging to be forgiven, but a part of your brain was fighting not to jump his bones right now and embarrass him in front of his friends.
And he dared to look proud of himself as he laughed at your face, raising his hand in a half-assed attempt to hide the smile while you geared up to smack him across the face.
He noted how livid you looked and sighed. He hadn't meant to offend you. But when he was walking back and saw how your ass was staring at him like that, he couldn't resist the temptation.
"All right, I'm sorry" he held his hands up in surrender as a beam of playfulness poured from his eyes as a flirtatious grin overtook him.
"If you want to touch my body, ask, coward", you bit back, letting yourself grin as he took his turn of letting his mouth go slack at your actions.
"What's wrong pretty boy? Need some help?" you chuckled, nodding your head south. His eyes followed yours with a confused quirk on his brow as he looked down, and his eyes widened as he nervously took in that he had a half chub under his loin cloth.
You took a step back from him, feeling the heat between your legs signal it was time to go before you made some terrible mistakes that led you both behind a tree somewhere doing things you wanted to make him wait for.
He couldn't take his eyes off you, and as you felt the roles reversing, you suddenly understood why Aonung found the teasing so fun.
He looked back up at your smug face and peeked toward the group behind you with a silent plea in his eyes. Don't drag their attention down to his excitement.
"You need to learn some manners, Aonung, it's not becoming of the next chief to be so blatant in public, you've really hurt my feelings", you gave a dramatic exaggeration of a pout to him while your hands came to lay on your heart.
He was blocked from the sight line of his peers by where you were standing, but one step to the left or right and even from this distance, it was undeniable that he was hard.
He hadn't moved to cover his crotch yet but he dropped the spear, staring at you with begging eyes. It seemed that your sudden 360 from being a blushed-out lovesick moron to a vengeful demon had done nothing to ease him down, if anything, you made it worse.
You leaned forward, taking great pleasure in standing on your feet a little to get even with his ear, your hot breath panted onto his neck and he couldn't do anything to stop you. One move, and you'd be exposing him to his closest friends.
"Compared to me, I think it's you that's easy to please", you smiled, and he hated how he could feel the heat from your mouth as your teeth came so close to his neck that it drove him mad.
You quickly pulled away and smiled when you saw his eyes were closed, he was focusing on his breathing like he had you doing from his actions so many times before, and it felt so good to see him like this. A grown man that was bigger than you in every way imaginable was trying to calm his breath over you and your words.
"Well, this has been fun, but I'll see you later, Aonung", you felt confident for the first time in weeks and slowly, you felt the old you coming back, the sarcastic you that had just as much bark in you as Aonung.
You turned to leave, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, not quite flush against his body, lest one of the others looked up again and saw you two so close.
"Wait a few minutes, then follow me", he didn't give you the time to reply once again as he picked up the spear and finally had the dignity to cover himself with his free hand before walking off to go deeper into the forest without so much as a glance back.
Oh, you knew you shouldn't. You should turn around and leave, let the warrior get himself off in the forest like the animal he was acting like. Still, the heat that had signaled you to go nearly 5 minutes ago had grown, and you knew that even if it wasn't visible, your body was nearly 10x as horny as Aonung was.
You wanted him.
But you knew you couldn't mate here, and certainly not like this.
'Leave, leave leave', your mind screamed as your feet took step after step of their own volition after him.
You worried for a second that somebody would call out to you and ask where you were going, but a part of you knew that everyone had already worked out the nature of what was going on with you two. They had all been staring at you after he slapped your ass, so they must have.
"I'll just talk to him", you finally muttered to yourself as you set off in a faster pace, going off to find him.
shelli's note. SFW angst; attachment issues; “i love tonowari sm, he’s so big teddy bear-coded 🧸….”
masterlist | part 1, part 2, alternate ending
"Tonowari, please, this is the fourth time this week.", you pleaded with your mate. Today marked the fourth day this week that Tonowari had left off to hunt with the hunters leaving you alone. In reality, you wouldn’t be this upset over him taking responsibility as the Olo’eyktan but he was being ridiculous. Leaving in the early morning to late after eclipse. You were sure to be mad at him.
Tonowari sighed and put his spear down for a mere second and grazed your cheek. “You know they can’t hunt without me” he expressed softly, “ They need me, yawntu.” Hearing the sweet nickname you settling into his touch for a second, touch and love starved before getting angry.
“Tonowari.” you spoke, “You barely have anytime for me anymore. I sit alone most nights and wait for you. The neighbors talk.” After saying this you felt tears swell in your eyes for this has been going on for sets of months and you were sick of it.
You both heard a male na’vi call Tonowari’s name outside the marui and looked back at him hoping for him to stay with you. But instead of the sweet eyes you were hoping to meet they were bitter.
He looked at you for a second before picking up his spear and uttering the words that you least wanted to hear. “I’m leaving.”
Before you could reach out to hold his arm he left. You stand in shock and watched him leave. Each step leaving you in even more confusion. This was not your husband. The Tonowari you knew was caring and loved you with all his heart. Always making sure no one ever hurt you, especially himself.
It hurt even worse each time your mind reminded you that he chose his work over his first love.
The entire day that was ahead of you was filled with sorrow. Tonowari was nowhere to be found of course. A part of you wanted to see him again so you could express your feelings.
After finishing your tasks as Tsa’hik you needed some closure so you went up to your favorite spot. It was past most maruis and covered by a huge tree next to it so it was a secret spot. You would climb up to the stretchy fabric and lay on it like a hammock.
Along with the comfort the view was peaceful. You could see a vast assortment of colorful plants and the hunting area. Right below you was the storage pile for all the nets and spears for hunting. Which also happened to be where the hunters would talk from time to time for relaxation.
Although seeing the hunting area did not help one bit. All the kisses and little smiles you would earn everyday. His sweet nothings that he would say to you in between tasks. His time and dedication to make you joyful for hours. You missed this. You missed him.
All the memories roamed around your mind. Especially one in particular.
Today was a very special day. A day which the Olo’eyktan and Tsa’hik go around the entire village and inspect for minor to major mistakes. And then settle in the main hall and have a meeting with all the leaders of the clan. (i.e. leader of hunting, main weaver, the Tsa’hik’s assistants, etc.)
“Tonowariii”, you exclaimed in a cheerful voice. You had just finished your hair and it looked gorgeous. Your voluptuous, bouncy curls with little pearls dangling here and there. Paired with the most beautiful seashell you’ve ever seen in all the islands.
Handpicked by Tonowari himself, which he found one day on the shore while walking around. Before he could grab it, the waves pulled it to sea! He was determined to get it for you so for days he searched in the ocean for it with his ilu; until it was found. You loved it and were finally wearing it now.
He came inside the marui unready for your beauty but not surprised in the slightest. The prettiest woman in Awa’atlu is what you were to him.
“Do you like it?”, you giggled.
“I love it.”, he replied while setting down a quick but cute kiss on your cheek before speaking again. “You are breathtaking.”
You giggled again before the two of you walked out of your marui. In the view were a couple of teenagers on ilus, apparently racing. They were getting closer and closer by the second before making a sharp turn right in front of your marui and you.
The water was about to splash all your hard work away. You closed your eyes and shielded your face with your arms but then opened them to Tonowari covered you all wet himself.
You stepped back in shock and guilt because he had spent almost a hour on his appearance and was now drenched in salty water.
“Tonowari! You’re all wet now!”, you worryingly expressed.
“It’s alright, tíyawn, as long as your fine.”, he replied with the sweet smile he always wore on his face.
You smiled back and noticed a bit of water on your arm. And some more on your chest. And everywhere. Looking up you realized it started to rain very quickly. Over the seconds the rain picked up swiftly and you were wet as well.
You looked over to your mate and stared in silence until you both bursted out laughing. How cute.
“Hey, yawntu.”, Tonowari spoke.
“Yes, my love?”
“Let’s not go anywhere today.”
“What?”
“Yeah, we can go to the beach and walk around.”
You ended up agreeing and you both ditched your duties. A fair display of his affection and his past priority of you over work. Both of you walked and talked. Giggled while you were hiding from the clan leaders.
After remembering the bonding you both went through maybe you were overreacting? Maybe he was having a bad day. You thought to yourself for a few moments and decided to stop thinking so much about the idea.
You sat there in content for a few more minutes before you noticed something move in the corner of your eye. Or someone. You crouched down and saw Tonowari and his companions carrying fishing nets and such.
Seeing him made your heart ache and you wanted to walk over there, talk it out, and give him a big hug. You smiled at the thought and continued to peer into their conversation from your hiding spot above. From what you could hear, you heard this;
"Tonowari. Why do you still put up with her?", said one Metkayina Navi.
"Yes, I agree. She's so clingy and frankly a horrible choice in Tsahik and your wife.", said another.
Hearing this made your smile fades and a cold sweat accompanied your back. Your eyes shot at Tonowari hoping he would deny these negative words.
Tonowari sighed. "I don't know. I only mated with her because she is good as a Tsahik but she's irritating. So you're right about one thing.", he says confidently without any stuttering.
Your heart dropped and you sat there in silence for a bit before slipping away from your hiding place. Tears started to swell in your eyes as you heard their mockery while leaving unnoticed. Their laughing about how "infuriating" you were.
Regardless of that, you wouldn't care about anybody taunting you if only your mate and one "true" love hadn't been the one making these "jokes".
You wiped a tear falling down your eye but while you were busy with your sorrows an accessory of yours fell off your body. The seashell Tonowari had gifted you, something that you cherished.
After Tonowari and his friends had finished their ridicule Tonowari had gone to gather more of the spare nets on the shore. But he stopped in his tracks and stared down on the floor. At the seashell, you had dropped on the sand. And a wet tear to accompany it just a few steps away from the shell.
shelli's note. lmk if you like this teeheehee - part 2 will be out soon. 💋
P.S. this is what the shell looks like in context ⬇
Love is very special and important to the navi, that has hoke down over generations. That love that someone has for the ones in their lives, and many different times of love in the world. There was a special bond of love, that one carried for their mate or mates.
Y/n “ ……” you are walking on the bouncing walking path of the village, after getting done helping with some task at the moments. You had soon reached the home you share with your mates, as you had entered the home you. There was someone already home at the moment.
y/n " hello ronol" ronol was doing craving someone when he saw you, a small smile had grown on his face.
ronol " hello my yawne how was your day so far"
y/n " it has been good and what of you ma ronol"
ronol " it has been good some of my students are getting there with their lessons, but will still need much more lessons until they are ready"
y/n " that good to hear the clan is growing and we will need enough warrior and hunters, to help attend to the clan"
ronol " you are right as always ma y/n"
????? " good afternoon ma y/n and ronol" you had soon looked towards the entrance to see tonowari standing there, as tonowari had placed his spear away.
y/n " hello ma tonowair how was the scouting today"
tonowari " it was good it seems like there now alkua near by this time, so the tulkun and everyone else will be safe but we should see be on guard"
ronol " I have a plan that will be better on dealing with future interactions with alkua, as we need to think about the clan and all our brothers and sister safety ... even the children more as they love to wonder"
tonowari " well right now any plan will be good at the moment, even all the other clan are on high alert"
y/n " the alkua are creatures we all have faced or heard about in life, but any plans to get the clan safe will be good for this generation and the ones to come"
ronol " why do I think you have some news to share with us ma y/n ... do you think the same tonowari"
tonowari " oh yes I do as well ronol it seems like our yawne is hidden secrets from us"
y/n " ......." you soon looked away from your mates knowing they were coughing up to what you, were speaking at the moment.
tonowari " ma y/n we know we have been mated for two years now, and we have been wishing for a family"
y/n " I feel like if I can't give you both a child from our union, there will be questions if our union can be strong" ronol soon stopped what he was doing and came to your side, as he had looked at you.
ronol " ma y/n we have chosen you as we love you and there shall be no one, who will take the place ever as we will always care for you"
tonowari " even our parents love you and enjoying have you around, they all know you are the perfect one for us and will not use this union for selfish purposes"
ronol " children will come and we will make sure to protect you from any harm that comes, but one day the great mother shall bless us with a family ... we hope the children are more like their mother"
y/n " thank you but I hope the kids do become like you both as well"
tonowari " well lets hope the children become more like you then us" you laugh at your mates words,they always knew the right words to say to you.
y/n “ no matter the child we get in our lives, we will have a wonderful family at the end”
Ronol “ I have to agree”
tonowari “ I as well and now that it seems like we have the day off we can spend it with you”
???? “ hello” the tiro soon looked up to see tonowari brother and ronol brother standing there.
ronol brother “ we are sorry to interrupt this sweet moment, but there is something that needs our brothers help”
ronol “ when it seems like our time with you need to wait”
tonowari “ well we will be home for dinner ma y/n”
y/n “ I know that and please be nice to your brothers as well”
tonowair brother “ yes it will be a bad example to show your future kids” you laugh a bit as your mates soon leave the home, with their siblings in tow as well. Months later you and your mates will be blessed with the news of child, that will make the clan happy as well.
