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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The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow on the ocean waves. The sound of the water lapping against the boat was usually soothing, but today, Y/n found it impossible to relax. As they blinked groggily and stretched out on the wooden deck, they suddenly realized something was different.
"Wait a second... where's Moana?"
They sat up, rubbing their eyes, when they spotted her just a few feet away. Moana had woken up early, her dark hair messy from sleep and her eyes still heavy with drowsiness. But there was something more than just the morning haze making Y/n's heart race—they quickly realized that Moana was completely, unmistakably naked.
Y/n's face flushed a deep crimson. "Uh... M-Moana?"
Moana, stretching her arms casually as if this were the most normal morning in the world, turned her head and smiled. "Good morning, Y/n. What's up?"
Y/n's mind scrambled to find words. "Well, um... I think you, uh... forgot your clothes?"
Moana blinked, looked down at herself, and then laughed, carefree and unapologetic. "Oh! Yeah, I always sleep naked. It's more comfortable, especially out here on the ocean. You didn't know?"
Y/n, still wide-eyed, stammered, "I-I didn't know, no. Not really something that came up in conversation, you know?"
Moana raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully. "What, you've never slept naked? I thought everyone did that sometimes."
Y/n tried to avert their eyes but found it impossible not to glance back. "Not... not like this. Especially not when I'm... on a boat... with someone else."
Moana chuckled softly, finding Y/n's discomfort endearing. "Relax, Y/n. It's just the human body. We're out in the middle of the ocean, no one's around. Besides, I've seen you panic over much bigger things than a little nudity."
Y/n let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of their neck. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly expecting to wake up to—this. It's just... different."
Moana shrugged and began casually gathering her clothes. "Different, maybe. But it's natural. You shouldn't be so uptight about it."
Y/n, still trying to process everything, looked anywhere but at Moana as she dressed. "It's not about being uptight... it's just... you caught me off guard, that's all."
Fully dressed now, Moana walked over to Y/n and plopped down beside them, a mischievous grin on her face. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"
Y/n's face burned even brighter, and they tried to change the subject. "So... what's the plan for today? Sailing? Maybe not more naked sleeping though, huh?"
Moana laughed again, the sound filling the salty air with warmth. "We'll see, Y/n. We'll see."
The rest of the day was filled with awkward, playful teasing from Moana, who couldn't help but bring up the incident at every opportunity. Y/n, still flustered, tried their best to keep their cool, but the memory of the unexpected morning lingered, making it one of those moments neither would soon forget.
And maybe, just maybe, Y/n would start to see the humor in it too.
