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Warning(s): In this story, the events of Moana never happened.
Title: The Determined Girl
Number in Series: One
Pairing: Maui x Reader
Fandom: Disney/Moana
Word Count: 1,716

  You woke up to the sun in your eyes and your body in the water. You quickly sat up as a wave crashed over you. It wasn't enough to pull you back out into the sea, but it did drench your already soaked body. As you stood up, water ripped from your clothes. You were glad for the weather because, without the warm sun, you would be freezing. Even now, you couldn't keep yourself from shivering once or twice.

  Before the next wave could rush over you, you scrambled up the sandy beach. Once you were a safe distance away, you sat down. You began to notice the pang of hunger in your stomach. What had happened to you? The last thing you could remember was the terrible storm that hit your village. Then, everything went black.

  You quickly looked over yourself, attempting to check for any injuries. You didn't see any cuts but you could feel the soreness that would develop into bruises in a few days. Yet, you knew that you could be a lot worse off. You should be thankful that all you had were to-be-bruises. You should just be happy that you were still alive. You didn't like to think about what could have happened to you.

  You took off most of your clothes and set them down on the sand to dry. To make sure that they wouldn't be blown away, you set down rocks on them. You were left in your undershirt and base skirt. They were damp, but they weren't as wet as the other piece of clothing that you had. While they were drying, you might as well go look for food. Who knows, you might even find a village. That would be nice. They'd be able to help you figure out where you are.

  You began to search the island, for food or for the sight of any other life. You would need to find at least one of them before it got dark. You didn't want to know what creatures came out during the night. Hopefully, you wouldn't have to find out. You were really glad that your feet already had developed callouses on them because your bare feet would be aching if you didn't have any. You were used to walking without shoes, no one on your island wore them. You didn't need them. You couldn't feel the vibrations if you were wearing something on your feet.

  Gripping the rocks, you climbed the side of the hill to reach the trees on the top. You could see their leafy tops, which would have something on them. Hopefully anyway. From the distance, they seemed like they could be fruit trees. You would take anything at the moment. You grunted as you made the final pull to get your chest up on the edge. Soon you brought the rest of your body onto the hill. You brushed yourself off as you looked around. Where should you start? The trees were probably the best bet for food. You didn't want to hunt if you didn't need to.

  Walking over to one of the trees, you looked up to see if any fruit was growing on the branches. You saw a brown, fuzzy fruit. A coconut! You smirked and grabbed the body of the tree. You hauled yourself up and used your feet to push yourself up higher. Soon you reached the fruit. You grabbed one of the ripe fruits and began to slide down, breaking the plant that connected the coconut to the tree. Soon you reached the ground once again. You smirked, feeling proud of what you had just done. You didn't need to work with others to survive. You were doing just fine on your own.

  You began to walk back to the side and climbed down to where you had been washed up. It was harder to climb down the rocky cliff side while attempting to keep a hold of the coconut, but you somehow were successful. Soon you were back on the ground, the brown treasure still in your hands. Now you just needed to get a way to break it. You could use a rock, that would work.

  As you began to walk back to your clothing; planning on using one of the rocks you had set on them to break open the coconut, you were soon stopped dead in your tracks. There was a large man holding a piece of your clothing, turning it in different directions and inspecting it. the man looked confused and curious at the same time. It took you a few seconds to realize who it was, but as soon as you saw the tattoos on his body, you knew. You saw the fishhook and the amazing achievements drawn with ink on his body and you soon realized who this was. It was Maui! The demigod, Maui!

  You dropped the coconut onto the sandy beach due to shock before running and hiding behind one of the large rocks. Your heartbeat was rapid as you attempted to understand what was going on. Maui, here, on this island! Was it really him? Were you hallucinating? Who else could it be? You heard him walk over and grab your Maui. He could crack it open with his bare hands if he wanted. You weren't going to stop him. What if he smashed you to bits if you asked him to give back your coconut? You would probably end up like the broken coconut. You could remember the stories your father used to tell you about Maui. He was such a strong warrior, but your father had warned you of the unpredictability of demigods. Gods were dangerous and you knew that demigods were no different.

  Just as you were about to turn around to peek, something grabbed your wrist and pulled up in the air. You struggled, your feet kicking before you saw who had picked you up. You were greeted by the handsome face of Maui, though you would never say that out-loud. He looked confused for a moment before an egotistical smirk found its way to his lips.

  "So, you're the person who left all these offerings to me? I must say, the thought was nice though the clothing isn't going to fit me. The coconut is good though." He purred out, bring you up to his eye level. Your (e/c) were staring straight into his dark ones.

  "Offerings? No, those are mine. I set them there to dry and the coconut was mine. I dropped it," You said, trying to keep yourself from looking intimidating. You weren't going to let yourself be scared of him just because he was a demigod. You knew that you should be scared, but there was a deep pit in your stomach that was refusing to allow you to give him what he would obviously want.

  "Oh." He let go of your wrist and you were dropped back down onto the ground. You groaned as your butt hit the sand. You quickly stood up, glaring up at him. He could have had the politeness to just set you down instead of dropping you. You didn't know why you felt shocked by his actions. He was a demigod. They were known to be egotistical and rude. He wasn't going to be any different.

  "So, what are you doing on this island?" Maui asked, searching the shore for a boat. He thought that you must have sailed here on something.

  "I don't know, I washed up just a bit ago. I have washed away from my own island when a bad storm hit us. I can't remember anything after that except for now waking up here." You bent down and grabbed the coconut. While speaking to him, to began to break open the coconut. You didn't care if it was rude, but you needed to get something in your stomach. It felt like it was beginning to eat at itself.

  "So, you didn't come here on a boat?" Maui looked disappointed and annoyed.

  "No, like I said, I washed up. If I had a boat, my clothing wouldn't have been as wet as it was." You soon cracked open the coconut and you began to drink the water inside. It felt amazing going down your parched throat. As soon as you had finished drinking, you began to eat the meat inside.

  Maui huffed, "Why didn't you drown?"

  "I don't know.." You looked out into the ocean. Why hadn't you drowned? You must have been out in the water for days, at least, probably a lot longer. So, shouldn't you have died? Still, here you were. You felt like you had only been out for a day or so. But it would take a while for you to get from your island to another one. So, how were you alive?

  "Great, well, good luck on living on this island. Guess it's your new home" Maui turned and began to walk away. You didn't know what caused you to jump up. Where was he going? You thought that he might help you. Yet, here he was, walking away from you.

  "Hey! Where are you going?" You glared in his direction as he turned around to face you again.

  "I'm leaving. You aren't any help to me without a boat. Buh-bye." Once again, he turned around but not before waving goodbye.

  You groaned and were able to follow him but you felt something hit your head. Not hard, but enough to cause you to jump at the sudden feeling. You turned around to yell something at whatever had thrown it. Yet, it wasn't anything. All you saw was the vast, sparkling ocean. What had just throne that at you? It couldn't have just randomly been flung at you, right? Something must have thrown it at you.

  You looked down and saw a green stone at your feet. Slowly, you bent over and picked it up, turning it over in your hands. What was it? You couldn't tell, but something deep inside of you felt like it was important. You put it in your pouch before quickly turning back around. You grabbed all of your clothing before following after Maui.

  You weren't going to let him ignore you that easily.

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Warning(s): In this story, the events of Moana never happened.
Title: The Determined Girl
Number in Series: One
Pairing: Maui x Reader
Fandom: Disney/Moana
Word Count: 1,716

  You woke up to the sun in your eyes and your body in the water. You quickly sat up as a wave crashed over you. It wasn't enough to pull you back out into the sea, but it did drench your already soaked body. As you stood up, water ripped from your clothes. You were glad for the weather because, without the warm sun, you would be freezing. Even now, you couldn't keep yourself from shivering once or twice.

  Before the next wave could rush over you, you scrambled up the sandy beach. Once you were a safe distance away, you sat down. You began to notice the pang of hunger in your stomach. What had happened to you? The last thing you could remember was the terrible storm that hit your village. Then, everything went black.

  You quickly looked over yourself, attempting to check for any injuries. You didn't see any cuts but you could feel the soreness that would develop into bruises in a few days. Yet, you knew that you could be a lot worse off. You should be thankful that all you had were to-be-bruises. You should just be happy that you were still alive. You didn't like to think about what could have happened to you.

  You took off most of your clothes and set them down on the sand to dry. To make sure that they wouldn't be blown away, you set down rocks on them. You were left in your undershirt and base skirt. They were damp, but they weren't as wet as the other piece of clothing that you had. While they were drying, you might as well go look for food. Who knows, you might even find a village. That would be nice. They'd be able to help you figure out where you are.

  You began to search the island, for food or for the sight of any other life. You would need to find at least one of them before it got dark. You didn't want to know what creatures came out during the night. Hopefully, you wouldn't have to find out. You were really glad that your feet already had developed callouses on them because your bare feet would be aching if you didn't have any. You were used to walking without shoes, no one on your island wore them. You didn't need them. You couldn't feel the vibrations if you were wearing something on your feet.

  Gripping the rocks, you climbed the side of the hill to reach the trees on the top. You could see their leafy tops, which would have something on them. Hopefully anyway. From the distance, they seemed like they could be fruit trees. You would take anything at the moment. You grunted as you made the final pull to get your chest up on the edge. Soon you brought the rest of your body onto the hill. You brushed yourself off as you looked around. Where should you start? The trees were probably the best bet for food. You didn't want to hunt if you didn't need to.

  Walking over to one of the trees, you looked up to see if any fruit was growing on the branches. You saw a brown, fuzzy fruit. A coconut! You smirked and grabbed the body of the tree. You hauled yourself up and used your feet to push yourself up higher. Soon you reached the fruit. You grabbed one of the ripe fruits and began to slide down, breaking the plant that connected the coconut to the tree. Soon you reached the ground once again. You smirked, feeling proud of what you had just done. You didn't need to work with others to survive. You were doing just fine on your own.

  You began to walk back to the side and climbed down to where you had been washed up. It was harder to climb down the rocky cliff side while attempting to keep a hold of the coconut, but you somehow were successful. Soon you were back on the ground, the brown treasure still in your hands. Now you just needed to get a way to break it. You could use a rock, that would work.

  As you began to walk back to your clothing; planning on using one of the rocks you had set on them to break open the coconut, you were soon stopped dead in your tracks. There was a large man holding a piece of your clothing, turning it in different directions and inspecting it. the man looked confused and curious at the same time. It took you a few seconds to realize who it was, but as soon as you saw the tattoos on his body, you knew. You saw the fishhook and the amazing achievements drawn with ink on his body and you soon realized who this was. It was Maui! The demigod, Maui!

  You dropped the coconut onto the sandy beach due to shock before running and hiding behind one of the large rocks. Your heartbeat was rapid as you attempted to understand what was going on. Maui, here, on this island! Was it really him? Were you hallucinating? Who else could it be? You heard him walk over and grab your Maui. He could crack it open with his bare hands if he wanted. You weren't going to stop him. What if he smashed you to bits if you asked him to give back your coconut? You would probably end up like the broken coconut. You could remember the stories your father used to tell you about Maui. He was such a strong warrior, but your father had warned you of the unpredictability of demigods. Gods were dangerous and you knew that demigods were no different.

  Just as you were about to turn around to peek, something grabbed your wrist and pulled up in the air. You struggled, your feet kicking before you saw who had picked you up. You were greeted by the handsome face of Maui, though you would never say that out-loud. He looked confused for a moment before an egotistical smirk found its way to his lips.

  "So, you're the person who left all these offerings to me? I must say, the thought was nice though the clothing isn't going to fit me. The coconut is good though." He purred out, bring you up to his eye level. Your (e/c) were staring straight into his dark ones.

  "Offerings? No, those are mine. I set them there to dry and the coconut was mine. I dropped it," You said, trying to keep yourself from looking intimidating. You weren't going to let yourself be scared of him just because he was a demigod. You knew that you should be scared, but there was a deep pit in your stomach that was refusing to allow you to give him what he would obviously want.

  "Oh." He let go of your wrist and you were dropped back down onto the ground. You groaned as your butt hit the sand. You quickly stood up, glaring up at him. He could have had the politeness to just set you down instead of dropping you. You didn't know why you felt shocked by his actions. He was a demigod. They were known to be egotistical and rude. He wasn't going to be any different.

  "So, what are you doing on this island?" Maui asked, searching the shore for a boat. He thought that you must have sailed here on something.

  "I don't know, I washed up just a bit ago. I have washed away from my own island when a bad storm hit us. I can't remember anything after that except for now waking up here." You bent down and grabbed the coconut. While speaking to him, to began to break open the coconut. You didn't care if it was rude, but you needed to get something in your stomach. It felt like it was beginning to eat at itself.

  "So, you didn't come here on a boat?" Maui looked disappointed and annoyed.

  "No, like I said, I washed up. If I had a boat, my clothing wouldn't have been as wet as it was." You soon cracked open the coconut and you began to drink the water inside. It felt amazing going down your parched throat. As soon as you had finished drinking, you began to eat the meat inside.

  Maui huffed, "Why didn't you drown?"

  "I don't know.." You looked out into the ocean. Why hadn't you drowned? You must have been out in the water for days, at least, probably a lot longer. So, shouldn't you have died? Still, here you were. You felt like you had only been out for a day or so. But it would take a while for you to get from your island to another one. So, how were you alive?

  "Great, well, good luck on living on this island. Guess it's your new home" Maui turned and began to walk away. You didn't know what caused you to jump up. Where was he going? You thought that he might help you. Yet, here he was, walking away from you.

  "Hey! Where are you going?" You glared in his direction as he turned around to face you again.

  "I'm leaving. You aren't any help to me without a boat. Buh-bye." Once again, he turned around but not before waving goodbye.

  You groaned and were able to follow him but you felt something hit your head. Not hard, but enough to cause you to jump at the sudden feeling. You turned around to yell something at whatever had thrown it. Yet, it wasn't anything. All you saw was the vast, sparkling ocean. What had just throne that at you? It couldn't have just randomly been flung at you, right? Something must have thrown it at you.

  You looked down and saw a green stone at your feet. Slowly, you bent over and picked it up, turning it over in your hands. What was it? You couldn't tell, but something deep inside of you felt like it was important. You put it in your pouch before quickly turning back around. You grabbed all of your clothing before following after Maui.

  You weren't going to let him ignore you that easily.

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