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Chosen by Eywa - A Team of Two - Chapter 6 - Finale

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contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn

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a/n: ngl it was funny to disappear for three months and randomly drop the finale like this. to be quite honest, whoever has been closely following my blog, knows that i took a break due to some personal matters as well as bc of guilt of making avatar-related content. in anyway, this series has been a journey, i really put so much into this, thinking about this story has been a consistent thing for the past months. i really don't expect this to get the same hype it did when i published the first part bc it's been soo long and people might have forgotten about it completely but i would still appreciate it if you read it and leave a comment. enjoy!

They were nice about it, welcoming as if she was already a part of the family, but Y/N still couldn’t push away the nagging feeling of intruding into their space. She was used to being on her own, sleeping, eating, living by herself. There was no shared meal before going to sleep, no conversation to lull her into her dreams, yet at Sully's home the well-forgotten routine that Y/N’s been doing with her parents before their death, was practiced like a prayer.

Neteyam’s warm gaze encouraged her to accept yet another sweet gesture from his little sister. Eager to bond, Tuk offered Y/N her hammock, next to Kiri’s. The other siblings only snickered at the unfortunate unfolding of events, and Neteyam too, tried suppressing an amusing smile that was so ready to give away the humor he found in the whole situation.

She was so nervous about it too, and suddenly, Neteyam felt his chest swell with something unbearably big and overwhelming. I love you, he thought, watching the way she complied with his family’s wish to take care of her, the way she mumbled a “good night” to everyone before laying down in an unfamiliar hammock.

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Y/N’s eyes fluttered softly, the light spilled into the room with a brightness she wasn’t adjusted to yet. The hammock underneath her was different, uncomfortable, and she grumbled, shifting her position, only to be met with restriction. The further she pushed against it, the more she realized that the resistance wasn’t from the hammock itself. With a puzzled frown, she turned around and when her eyes settled onto a chest, that’s what snapped her fully awake. The sight of Neteyam, snoring peacefully next to her, brought back the memory of the last night with a flush of embarrassment.

How did she end up in his hammock? In the stillness of the night, her thoughts restless, Y/N watched how everyone seemed to have fallen asleep a long time ago. She tried peeking out of her hammock to catch a glimpse of Neteyam but it was too far and too dark to see him. Quietly, without giving it a second thought, she slipped out of her hammock and carefully stepped around others to approach Neteyam’s. His face was bathed in the moonlight with a soft glow, and as if she was in the dream and had all the time in the world, she stared at him for a moment, to make sure he was still there, safe and sound. Maybe because she loved him too.

It caught her off guard when he opened his eyes with a knowing smile, already having felt her eyes on him. She didn’t move for a moment, but the unspoken connection seemed to grow deeper in the darkness. Without a word, he opened up his arms, and Y/N didn’t take long to consider his silent offer. She dived into his hammock and snuggled close to him, and the way he held her, made her feel the safest she had ever felt. Ever since her parents died, since Kaye was no longer there, Neteyam grounded her like the gravity. As if he understood her too, like the vision from his Dream Hunt, everything just clicked, and nothing felt more natural than having her in his arms.

They fell asleep so quickly that, in the morning, as Y/N recalled the events of the night, she almost assumed it was only a drem. Her heart dropped as she traced the patterns of his chest all the way up to his face, finding his peaceful expression, mouth slightly open as he snored with such sweet noises coming out of it. She smiled to herself at the sight and then heard a faint rustling joined by soft giggles. Y/N’s head quickly snapped into the direction and the revelation nearly made her die at the spot from the embarrassment.

In an attempt to be quiet, Tuk and Lo’ak were giggling like a pair of toddlers who had seen a banshee for the first time. Their gazes were surely pointed at their older brother sound asleep and Y/N, cuddled up into him. Y/N’s mortified eyes then quickly found Kiri, who just looked irritated and tried ignoring her siblings, then they traced the frames of Neteyam’s parents. Jake and Neytiri were trying to be mature about it, to put on the blissfully unaware act, even though both of them were the first to find Y/N in Neteyam’s hammock. They circulated around the small table, setting up for the breakfast, and Y/N hid her face in Neteyam’s chest, whispering softly but urgently.

“Neteyam, wake up, please.”

His nose scrunched once but then it felt like his mind just gave up and decided to ignore Y/N’s voice completely. She tried again, this time swatting at his chest just enough to make him shift. The sunlight did the rest of the work, as Neteyam lazily opened his eyes, stretching as much as he could within the proximity of the small space in his hammock. He blinked sleepily, his gaze landing on Y/N and it took him a few seconds to register the situation, but as he did, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Y/N was the woman from his Dream Hunt and last night, as he struggled to fall asleep, he found out that she felt so too, the way she laid into his arms and lulled him to sleep just with her scent. Neteyam’s chest warmed with love, and he couldn’t wait to let her know about his secret.

With a yawn, Neteyam stirred from his seat, and as his eyes grazed around the room, taking in the scene, Y/N was already jumping out of his hammock.

“Good morning,” he greeted them loudly, giving a particularly stern look to his siblings.

"Good morning," Y/N echoed him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lo’ak and Tuk giggled once more under their brother's gaze, while Kiri only hid a knowing smirk. Neytiri and Jake continued to set up the morning table with content smiles on their own faces. Y/N stood awkwardly next to the hammock, and it made Neteyam’s chest swell with even more amusement. He had never been happier than now, to wake up to the woman of his dreams next to him, with his family being genuinely proud of him. Y/N peeked from behind her hair, as Neteyam stepped out of his hammock with comfortable stature, and she slowly followed after him, as he sat down on the ground around the table.

“Come, Y/N, you’ll eat with us,” Neytiri gave Y/N a soft smile, gesturing to the spot next to her oldest son.

With a nod, Y/N took her place silently, the embarrassment of being caught in Neteyam’s hammock was clearly showing through how deep blue her cheeks were turning. Jake and Neteyam exchanged a knowing look and like a proud father he only chuckled to himself at the situation. And it wasn’t like anything had happened, everyone could have guessed that they only shared a hammock, but to Y/N it seemed like her whole reputation had crumbled.

Kiri, clearly enjoying her friend’s sudden flustered state, couldn't contain her amusement any longer, busted into laughter.

"You two are so whipped."

"Y/N, did you cuddle with Neteyam because you like him?" Tuk added on, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

Y/N's cheeks turned even deeper at the question, and she fumbled for words, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze on her. She glanced at Neteyam, who was trying his best to hide his own embarrassment behind a composed expression.

“Neteyam is a wonderful person, I mean… everyone probably likes him,” Y/N stammered.

"I mean it's clear she does more than like him," Kiri teased.

People don’t just fall in love overnight. It happens gradually, with shared moments, time spent together, with tears of both sadness and joy. It is just the realization of it all hits them suddenly. Y/N had a whole day to realize that she felt love for Neteyam, but she wasn’t going to say it for the first time so publicly. She wanted it to happen naturally, after she had processed everything herself, alone.

"Come on now, I'd be worried if they didn't touch each other at all," Jake whispered with a snicker, coaxing a small chuckle from Neytiri. He cleared his throat, "Alright, alright, enough for now.”

Neteyam attempted to hide his own smile at the words, and he hung his head, focusing on his food, but his tail quickly and secretly found its way under the table, wrapping around Y/N’s ankle. She shivered at the touch but welcomed it, nonetheless, relaxing just a second later.

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“You’re staring again,” she tried to scold him for it, but frankly, there was not a feeling more pleasant than to feel his warm gaze on her.

Neteyam chuckled to himself, the excitement from waking up besides Y/N - woman from his vision overflowing him. Like the pieces of the puzzle were finally fitting together, everything just clicked, his world fell back into its place. He leaned in, his finger hooking under the long necklace adorning her neck and for the third time since she wore it, Y/N couldn’t understand his astonishment with Tuk’s gift. Sat in front of him on the forest ground, as they took a break from the morning chaos with his family, Y/N let out a sigh. There was a mixture of happiness and guilt swirling inside of her, babbling up in her chest to the point that she wasn’t sure how else to behave. It was as if she suddenly had forgotten about who she was.

“You’re still wearing the necklace,” Neteyam pointed out, gathering one of the blue feathers and running it through his fingers with fascination, “Isn’t it too long? Uncomfortable?”

“Do you not think it’s nice? Your sister made it for me,” Y/N teased.

They were close to each other, an undeniable pressure building and hardening in between the two bodies. Like a magnetic pull that lured him in closer, and Neteyam now took another one of the feathers into his gentle grasp, studying it for a moment before breaking into a grin.

“I didn’t even know she was going to give it to you,” he recalled with a low chuckle, almost as if he was saying it to himself. His eyes shifted back to hers, finding Y/N already looking at him, “It doesn’t mean you’re obligated to wear it though… if it’s bothering you.”

“Hey, hands off,” Y/N swatted at his hand playfully, pulling the necklace away from him, “I like it very much, so I don’t really care about the practicality. I think it looks great on me!”

“It does,” Neteyam chuckled, leaning back onto his elbows and Y/N felt a little disappointed at the loss of proximity, “I think you could make anything look beautiful.”

“Oh,” she let out. He was bold. Since the morning, he was more forward than usual, and she couldn’t guess if it was the aftermath of her willingly stepping into his hammock and sleeping with him or was it the fact that their ceremony was fast approaching and now there was only a matter of a few casualties left. But she liked the boldness.

Though Y/N could assume that Neteyam wasn't in the wrong. If he was making a move on her, he was truly just doing his duty, he was warming up to his mate. It wouldn’t be very pleasant to have their first kiss in front of the whole clan, would it? Y/N shivered at the thought of kissing him first, now, alone. There were certainly moments she thought he would, and it almost seemed like if she didn’t push him away, they’d be much closer now than she ever anticipated.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Neteyam promised suddenly, a soft smile stretching his lips.

“Tell me what?”

“Tell you about the necklace… why I’m so intrigued by you wearing it.”

“Is there a valid reason?” Y/N quirked her eyebrow in surprise.

“There is, I just don’t want to scare you away.”

“Scare me away? Neteyam, I think we’re way past that point. It’s not like we can back out now,” she joked weakly.

Neteyam didn’t find humor in her words. Was she still bothered about it? Was she still spiteful of the idea of mateship with him? Surely, if she hated it so much, why would she stay? He was beginning to think that she was finally reciprocating, last night was the testament to that, so why was she back to making these comments? He frowned, suddenly growing silent, and that’s when Y/N knew that she messed up. She jumped to retrieve her words with eagerness, hand clutching at the long necklace.

“I was joking.”

“I know,” Neteyam hummed softly but his head shook slightly, giving away his disagreement.

Y/N could feel her heart sink at the way his face fell. She leaned in closer, her palms finding support on either side of his body, nails digging into the soil. Their faces were now mere inches apart, and Neteyam's breath caught in his throat, his eyes searching her face.

“I don’t want to back out of this,” she whispered sincerely, her own eyes boring into his.

Neteyam could only gulp, waiting anxiously for her to take the next step. His heart picked up a rhythm, when she finally closed the gap between them, and though hesitantly, but with such tenderness, pressed her lips against his. He welcomed her like the forest would welcome the first warm rays of the sunshine, responding to her kiss. Savoring her taste wasn’t enough, he needed to engrave the way she felt into his memory permanently.

Love couldn’t be that easy, could it? Falling into the person you were so begrudged against, letting him catch you when there is no one else to witness your fall. Letting him become your rock, your whole world, your person who makes everything else become a senseless noise, a blurry background. When your words are guided by the wish to please him, to humor him, to bring a smile to his face. Falling into him was sudden but easy, careless. It felt right. Like it was destined by the greater power, by the will of Eywa herself.

Eywa makes no mistakes. Y/N had clung to these words her whole life, in bad and in good, she found comfort in knowing that her journey was already written out, that she was destined for a greater purpose, greater love than she was used to receiving. That no matter the circumstances she had brought upon herself, the Great Mother had been looking out for her, that Eywa brought Y/N the kind of love that she never imagined possible.

The silence as they pulled away was bittersweet. Neteyam could feel his heart almost stop at the proximity, as she was still looming over him, catching on her breath. Overwhelmed, he brought a hand to her cheek to make sure he hadn’t imagined it. Her smile grew, eyes darting between his to guess if he was thinking the same. Y/N had no idea that up until this morning, Neteyam was already utterly smitten with her. That every thought in his mind was occupied with her.

“What was that for?” he questioned

“For being patient with me. For seeing me…”

“I do, I see you,” he nodded, eager to spill the confession that has been on the tip of his tongue for some time now.

“I see you too,” she whispered, “I thought I knew what love is. Thought that I got what I deserved and nothing more but now I know how blind I was.”

Neteyam's heart swelled with both joy and sadness. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into him, closing her eyes briefly to savor the moment.

“You weren’t blind, you were just scared,” he reassured, “But you don’t have to be anymore. I’m here now.”

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Y/N looked up from her unfinished work to Neytiri for the third time in the past minute, it was hard to concentrate on something she was struggling with, when right next to her, somebody else was doing it perfectly. Neytiri’s fingers worked quickly and gracefully, beads were woven into a shawl with recognizable patterns usually worn by the Olo’eyktan’s family. Y/N sighed in frustration at her own piece of work - a long beaded skirt that was supposed to match the shawl for the ceremony.

“You’re doing great, just be patient with yourself,” Neytiri spoke softly, barely lifting her gaze towards Y/N, but a small smile stretched her lips, nonetheless.

“I don’t have time to be patient,” Y/N sighed again, “The ceremony is tomorrow and…”

“Take your time, the ceremony won’t happen until you finish your skirt the way you like it,” Neytiri teased, putting aside the shawl, as if she was sensing that there was something else bothering Y/N.

To be quite frank, though Neytiri knew from the beginning that Eywa’s signs were truthful, the reactions she first got from her son and Y/N scared her. She could see the way they started looking at each other, the morning Y/N spent in their hut was an undeniable testament to her growing connection with Neteyam, but Neytiri still wasn't completely convinced that they were going into it surely. She watched how Y/N struggled with her weaving for a moment before reaching out to pat her shoulder lovingly, signaling for her to take a break.

“There is something else on your mind that is keeping you distracted. Tell me.”

Y/N gulped nervously, giving up on the skirt. She contemplated for a minute if she should spill the intense guilt she has been feeling since kissing Neteyam onto his mother and possibly ruining the way she was perceived by his family for the rest of her life.

“I know that after losing someone as close as your mom it is hard to open up to another woman,” Neytiri spoke softly, "But I already consider you my child. You can tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s…” Y/N looked up with a softened expression, “You know why I was so opposed to the arrangement in the beginning?”

“You were scared, no?” Neytiri squinted.

“Yes but there was a bigger reason,” Y/N breathed out slowly, taking her time, “I was in love with someone else… or I thought I was. But we weren’t mated and I don’t think he was ever going to mate with me, so I couldn’t tell anyone that. I could only be angry because I was helpless.”

“Do you still see that someone else?” she asked carefully, like a mother asking her child something she is afraid to know the answer to.

“No. It was Kaye.”

“Kaye?”

Neytiri nodded in understanding, small pieces of information she heard about Kaye’s death were falling into pieces. The way Y/N behaved when he was first shot, how long she refused to attend to her tasks and how Neteyam skipped training to be with her. The days Y/N stayed inside and turned into an empty shell of herself. Y/N wasn’t just angry and rebellious, she was hurt because she was alone. Neytiri reached out once more to pat her on the shoulder with motherly care.

“I’m sorry, my child.”

“I felt so guilty,” Y/N hung her head, staring at her own hands, as she revealed the deepest secret she withheld, “Because no matter how much Kaye hurt me, I didn’t want to fall for somebody else. And Neteyam… he is perfect. I can’t help it, the way I feel about him. But it also feels like betraying Kaye… betraying what we had.”

“Y/N, look at me,” Neytiri spoke gently, “Eywa does not make mistakes, she brings us what we need, even when we don’t expect it. Just because you’re following your destiny, it doesn’t mean you are forgetting Kaye and what you had with him. Your heart is capable of holding both love and memories.”

Y/N nodded weakly, her eyes tearing up at the words she had been so desperate to hear. She wiped her eyes, lips trembling in the search for ways to express her gratitude. Neytiri watched her for a moment with a newly gained perspective. She had always observed Y/N to be a smart empathetic girl but she had never gotten to experience her side of things.

“I understand more than you think I do,” she attempted a playful tone, “Before mating with Toruk Makto, I was meant to be with another warrior… his name was Tsu’tey. It was my duty to the clan, a tradition. But Eywa sent me Jake, a sky person. He was an outsider, it was against all odds, challenged the path I thought was set for me. But love finds a way."

Y/N felt her heartbeat pick up. Surely, she had known the way Neytiri and Jake found their way to each other, how he became the Toruk Makto to prove himself to her. But hearing it like this, from Neytiri herself, made Y/N see her as someone real, who wasn’t perfect, who was once a girl too, torn between her duties and her heart.

“Eywa has a way of guiding us, you just have to trust her,” Neytiri smiled, her gaze returning to the girl in front of her, “Whatever you feel, know that I am here for you, just as your mother would be there for you. You are a part of our family now.”

“Thank you, Neytiri, for… everything,” Y/N reached out to gently grasp Neytiri’s hand.

She felt accepted and understood. For the first time in so long she remembered the connection she had with her mother. How, no matter the circumstances, she had a safety net to fall into. Neytiri smiled, squeezing her hand, and reached for the unfinished skirt.

“Now, for this part, you’d want to change up your technique…”

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Lo’ak had never witnessed such unease in Neteyam, it was so out of character for his typically unshakable older brother. This unexpected anxiety radiating from Neteyam has somehow transferred to him too, Lo'ak's palms were sweating, as he observed silently. With trembling hands, Neteyam held up a bowl of vibrant yellow paint to Jake, who dipped his fingers into it and continued drawing a pattern on his eldest son’s forehead,

“You alright, son?” Jake took a small sigh, throwing a quick knowing glance at Lo’ak. Neteyam took a moment to reply.

“I don’t think so,” he mumbled, zoned out, eyes focusing on the horizon with a deep wrinkle forming between his eyebrows, “Everyone is going to be there watching, no?”

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point,” Jake chuckled weakly, “To seal your bond before the clan and Eywa.”

“Are you scared?” Lo’ak chimed in anxiously, he wasn’t sure if Neteyam’s answer was going to calm him down either way.

Neteyam couldn’t bring himself to respond with words, so he only gave his brother a short nod. Jake frowned and took a step back to glance at him.

“What are you scared of? Everyone loves you and Y/N together, your union has already been blessed by Eywa. You love her, no?”

“Yes! I mean… it couldn’t be anything less,” Neteyam looked up at his father, then sighed again, “But it’s scary. How did you do it? I mean, you gave vows before the entire clan like a hundred times, with everyone watching you, holding you responsible.”

Jake chuckled warmly, guessing that the reason for Neteyam’s nervousness wasn’t necessarily the choice of being with Y/N, undeniably, he was smitten with her, but rather announcing it to everyone. Because once he makes his union everyone’s business, there is no going back. But as the future Olo’eyktan, whatever Neteyam was affected by in his role as the chief was also going to affect the others. Jake thought he knew exactly what to say now.

“It is scary, I’m not gonna lie. It gets easier with time but I remember being terrified to make big promises with everyone’s eyes on me,” a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, then a lazy smile made its way onto the man’s face, “But I have a secret. Helps me every time.”

“What is it?” both brothers asked simultaneously, watching their father.

“Your mother,” Jake answered in a heartbeat, “When you know there is the right person standing beside you, who supports you wholeheartedly and will always keep by your side, it doesn’t matter anymore. Because you’re making a promise to her, and you know that when it comes to her, you will keep that promise with your life.”

Neteyam nodded with a sense of understanding, as if the answer his father gave him, suddenly connected bridges. He rapidly stood up from his seat, shoving the bowl of paint into Lo’ak’s hands, and sprinting away. It wasn't hard to guess where he was headed.

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Y/N twirled awkwardly, the long-beaded skirt trailing behind her in a swift dance, glistening under the soft sunlight filling out the tent. Neytiri tilted her head slightly at the movement with an approving hum and beside her Tsahik nodded in agreement. Y/N felt herself melting under their gazes.

"Oh Eywa," Kiri’s voice brought her back into a state of insecurity.

Y/N twirled once more, this time weaker, discouraged by the tone. She ran her hands over the beaded top, before staring back at her friend in anticipation.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing," Kiri shook her head, "You just look so beautiful.”

“You look perfect, my child,” like her mother’s voice, Neytiri spoke to Y/N with such surety and tenderness, that all of the worries were now melting away.

"Can I steal her for a moment?"

Everyone's head snapped at the future Olo'eyktan walking in, his eyes glistening at the sight of Y/N in the beautiful garments she had woven for the ceremony. It was too soon for him to be there, to ruin this moment of her bonding with the women in his life, but Neteyam didn't care. Couldn't care if he had to, he was eager to get her alone, to wash away his anxiousness once more before they were mated before the whole clan.

His grandmother tsksed loudly, Neytiri throwing a disapproving glance, and before anyone could really protest how improper it was of Neteyam out of all people to disrupt the tradition, Y/N was already apologizing and running out of the tent.

"Come," his hand found hers like an instinct and pulled her gently towards his ikran, "The Mother Tree is beautiful at this time."

"But there are preparations for the ceremony," she scrunched up her nose at the thought of so many people seeing them.

"Don't worry, we'll just sneak a look and be out of there," Neteyam reassured.

As Y/N followed Neteyam's lead, her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't believe she was going against tradition, breaking away from the preparations for the ceremony. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill of being alone with Neteyam, away from prying eyes and expectations.

They reached the outskirts of the camp, where the dense forest greeted them with its familiar embrace. Neteyam led her to a secluded spot near the Mother Tree. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the two of them.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

She rolled her eyes but complied anyway with a grin. She felt his touch as he sneaked something into her palm and closed it gently, something smooth and rounded and familiar but she couldn’t guess what it was.

Without waiting for his instructions, once his hand left hers, she opened her palm to find two wooden rings. Y/N looked back at Neteyam in a slight confusion, finding him already smiling at her, his freckles glowing with particular brightness.

“I made these out of the root of the Mother Tree,” he explained softly, “One for you, one for me.”

“They’re beautiful,” she whispered, examining the rings up closer, noticing the small patterns needled into them.

“I know it seems a little simple but let me explain first,” Neteyam stole one of the rings back, twirling it in between his fingers, “Where my father comes from, there was no ceremony before Eywa but there was something similar… a tradition,” he paused to gulp down, suddenly a rush of nervousness overwhelming him, “The couples would exchange rings to symbolize their love for each other. And they would wear it for the rest of their lives to show how their hearts still belong to each other, that they will always be connected.”

Gently, taking her free hand into his Neteyam pondered for a moment before sliding the ring onto her finger. Silently, his eyes asked for approval, and once he noticed hers glistening with the tears of joy and a faint smile forming on her lips, he smiled too, sealing the bond. It fit perfectly, he hadn’t guessed it, of course it would. He held her hand too many times not to know.

“This means…” she whispered, her voice filled with too many emotions, “I want to be connected to you too.”

Without a thought, she slid the other ring onto his finger and ran over the patter with care. His fingers quickly intertwined with hers, the wooden rings clinking from the touch as if Eywa suddenly clinked all of her bellflowers to signify the success of the union. Eager now to express his love, Neteyam cupped her face quickly, resting his forehead against hers with a toothy grin.

“You’re mine now, and I am yours,” he announced happily, coaxing a joyful laughter out of her.

His mouth quickly caught that sound, she nearly stumbled but Neteyam’s hands were firm and steady, pulling her into him. His lips felt so natural against hers, it felt like they were molded off each other and no one, not even Eywa herself, could plan how perfect they seemed to be right in this moment.

As they pulled away, Y/N glanced at the ring again with genuine warmth in her eyes. For the first time in years, she felt happy unconditionally, without fear of losing it. A few more tears streamed down her face.

“Well, now my gift will look lame,” she mocked playfully through the tears, coaxing a chuckle out of Neteyam.

Shaking his head, he reached out to gently wipe away a tear from her cheek.

"No gift you could ever give me would be considered lame," he assured.

Slowly, she reached into her pouch, carefully taking out the necklace she had prepared to give him during the ceremony. The one that he got a glimpse of the other night, but she was so quick to hide. Woven with intricate patterns it reminded Neteyam of the necklace worn by his grandfather. He took a small breath; his fingers grazed over the beads and feathers to try and feel everything he could at once.

“I made this for you to wear,” she whispered softly, like she was scared he wouldn’t like it.

Unmistakably, it was a necklace worthy of an Olo’eyktan. The colors, the patterns, the size. It was too fancy to be worn by the other clan members, too clanky and beautiful to be used every day. Very fitting to show a status. With trembling hands, he took the necklace into his hands, marveling at its beauty.

“Are you sure?” Neteyam gulped, looking back at her with uncertainty.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do,” he was quick to interrupt her before she could jump to conclusions, “No. I mean, of course, I like it! But I don’t know if I can wear it… it looks like something…”

“Something like an Olo’eyktan would wear.”

Neteyam nodded in agreement, his own insecurity of his status and fear of leading one day washed over him. He might have prepared for the change his whole life but no one chose him. His father was chosen, but Neteyam was never the leader that his people asked for. Sure, he was strong and brave and smart but was he capable of being the one? These thoughts would often consume his mind with a rotten feeling of incapability, vulnerability that would ultimately make him question everything about himself. So why was she sure of him?

“Well, you are the Olo’eyktan. My Olo’eyktan,” she assured with a soft smile, as if guessing his thoughts. And just like that, he felt the weight fall off his shoulders.

Her faith in him was like a guiding light, illuminating the path that seemed so unknown and dark before. He realized that it wasn't about living up to the expectations of others; it was about doing his best while he had her by his side.

Neteyam, suddenly flustered by the way she was looking at him, eyes so full of love and admiration, looked down. His eyes caught the blue and instinctively almost his fingers reached to graze the blue feathers of the too familiar necklace. Y/N shivered at the touch.

“You know how I saw a woman in my vision, during my Dream Hunt?” he whispered, looking back up at her.

Y/N nodded with an understanding, showing that it wasn’t something she could forget. The memory has set in motion the whole ordeal, their mating, their fate.

“I couldn’t see her face… I thought it was only a sign I was ready, that it wasn’t anyone in particular that Eywa was showing to me,” Neteyam continued, lost in his own thought, “But there was something odd about her… a long necklace, just like yours, with blue feathers, going all the way down… too long to be worn by anyone else. I thought it was odd but then... what isn’t odd about getting a vision from Eywa during your Dream Hunt?” Neteyam chuckled and paused, waiting for Y/N’s reaction, “It was you, wasn’t it? From the beginning, it was destined to be you and me.”

Y/N put her hand over his, the one that was still holding onto her necklace, her eyes widening in surprise. Her heart raced at the revelation, and just like a confirmation, she noticed a woodsprite floating around the two of them. Eywa makes no mistakes.

the end!

this was lazily edited so please don't mind me, i'm just glad to have put out this final chapter! i hope you enjoyed the series, i know i did, thank you!

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I remember loving “chosen by Eywa” but sadly I read ALOT and I forgot the plot and I m lazy as hell to fast read it…. so can you sammeriz the previous parts!! please please

thanks 🙏🏼

hahah sorry no, it’s okay tho you don’t have to read))

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HI BABES IM SO EXCITED TO SEE THE FINALE OMG

i havent read it uet so ill come back when i have

Don’t get your hopes up too high, i have spent no time editing the finale so i’m guessing it sucks haha

but i am excited for you to read it and let me know if the ending was enough

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randxmthxughts · 7 months

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STOP I LOVE IT SMMMM

thank you❤️‍🔥

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randxmthxughts · 7 months

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Chosen by Eywa - A Team of Two - Chapter 6 - Finale

← chapter 5

contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn

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