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 tries to take a step back from her navigator duties, hoping to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. The upcoming school trip to the isles offers her a much-needed distraction, a chance to be a regular teenager for once. As the days draw closer, Y/n busies herself with packing, making plans with friends, and dreaming about the adventure ahead. She's especially excited about the possibility of finally confessing her feelings to Barbie, a classmate she's admired from afar for months.
Barbie is everything Y/n isn't—confident, popular, and seemingly carefree. The thought of telling her how she feels fills Y/n with equal parts excitement and dread. But the trip feels like the perfect opportunity to take a leap of faith, to experience the thrill of teenage love that's been so elusive amidst the chaos of her other life.
However, as much as Y/n tries to focus on the trip, the shadow of Moana's legacy looms large. Every time she closes her eyes, she's back on the ocean, guiding her people, making decisions that could mean life or death. The pressure to fill Moana's shoes weighs heavily on her, even in the quiet moments when she should be thinking about normal teenage things, like what to wear or how to impress Barbie.
The first night on the isle, Y/n finds herself unable to sleep. She slips out of the shared cabin, drawn to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The moonlight reflects off the water, casting an eerie glow that reminds her of the nights she spent on Moana's boat, learning the art of navigation under the watchful eye of her mentor.
As she stands at the edge of the beach, Y/n feels the familiar pull of the ocean, as if it's calling her back to her duties, back to the life she's been trying to put on hold. Her mind races with conflicting emotions—part of her wants to embrace this moment of peace, to focus on being a teenager, but another part knows that the ocean will never truly let her go.
The next day, Y/n tries to push these thoughts aside and enjoy the trip. She laughs with her friends, explores the isle's markets, and even manages to spend some one-on-one time with Barbie. But underneath it all, there's a nagging sense of unease, a feeling that she's betraying Moana's memory by even thinking about leaving the navigator life behind.
When the moment finally comes to confess her feelings, Y/n hesitates. They're sitting on a secluded part of the beach, the sun setting in a blaze of colors. Barbie is talking about something trivial, her laughter light and carefree, but Y/n's heart isn't in it. She looks at Barbie, wanting so desperately to just say the words, to take a step toward something normal and joyful. But as she opens her mouth, the words die on her lips.
Instead of confessing, Y/n finds herself blurting out, "Do you ever feel like you're supposed to be doing something bigger? Like there's this huge responsibility hanging over you, and no matter what you do, you can't escape it?"
Barbie looks at her, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. "I guess... sometimes. But we're just kids, Y/n. We're supposed to be having fun, not worrying about the world."
