Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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Y/n's resurrection was nothing short of a miracle, but it came with a cost that weighed heavily on her. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back on the shores of Motunui, surrounded by Moana and the rest of the team. The joy of reunion was palpable, but Y/n couldn't shake the deep sense of unease that lingered beneath the surface.
As Moana embraced her, relief flooding her voice, Y/n couldn't bring herself to fully return the gesture. The memory of her final moments, the terror of disintegrating into dust, still haunted her. The resurrection had brought her back, but it had also brought back the God of Storms, the very being responsible for her death.
"Y/n, it's okay now. You're back, and we're going to make sure nothing like that ever happens again," Moana reassured her, trying to ease the tension she could sense in Y/n's stiff form.
But Y/n pulled away slightly, her gaze distant as she struggled to process everything. "Yeah... okay," she muttered, though the words felt hollow even to her. The truth was, she wasn't sure if she could ever feel 'okay' again. The memory of dying, of everything going dark and cold, was something she couldn't easily shake off.
In the days that followed, Y/n found herself withdrawing from the others, her once fiery spirit subdued by the trauma she'd endured. The rest of the team tried to cheer her up, but she couldn't ignore the gnawing fear that had taken root inside her. She had died, and now she was back, but at what cost? The God of Storms had been resurrected too, a cruel twist of fate that left her feeling like she was trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear and danger.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/n sat alone by the shore, staring out at the endless expanse of ocean. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to push away the overwhelming sense of dread.
"Fuck..." she whispered to herself, the word escaping her lips in a breathless sigh. The frustration and fear were building up inside her, and she didn't know how to let it out. She felt like she was drowning in it, the weight of her own thoughts dragging her down.
Moana approached her quietly, sitting down beside her without a word. For a while, they just sat there in silence, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore the only noise between them. Finally, Moana spoke, her voice soft and understanding.
"I know it's hard, Y/n. What happened to you... it's something no one should ever have to go through," she said, her tone gentle yet firm. "But you're stronger than you think. You came back for a reason."
Y/n shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know if I'm strong enough, Moana. I was so fucking scared when I died. And now... knowing that the God of Storms is back too because of me... it's like I can't escape it. I feel like shit all the time, like I'm just waiting for it to happen again."
Moana placed a hand on Y/n's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "You're not alone in this, Y/n. We're all here for you, and we're going to face whatever comes next together. You're part of this team, and we're not going to let anything happen to you again."
