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"I wanna kiss your lips

with Mualani"

"I wanna be your girlfriend." The room stilled, interrupting Mualani's rambling about the blonde traveler she acquainted herself with. Her eyes locked with yours in a bewildered expression, one that you couldn't decipher. Still, you continued. "I don't want to lose my chance with the one girl I've ever liked for some random person she's never even met. It's not fair."

Not bearing to look back at her after your stupid and impulsive confession, you tried to get up from your seat in front of her, but she pulled you back as soon as you attempted to abandon the awkward position.

"So, you're gonna leave without giving a girl a chance to accept or reject you?" Using one of her hands, she guided your head to meet eyes with her own. A smile was stamps on her lips, like she'd won something. And perhaps it was your shame she'd retrieved. You couldn't tell. "Say it again, please."

"I-," you were hesitant, "I want to date you, Mualani."

Seeming satisfied, she contemplated her words before delivering them. "Then let's date, silly. I was waiting for you to notice me."

Lost in gentle waves

Mualani x reader! In which:

You're struggling to fall asleep, so Mualani sings you a lullaby.

Word count; 640 words 3,449 characte

In a dark room, dimly lit only by the moonlight cascading through the open window, the two of you were nestled in your shared bed. It was warm, cozy and soft and your eyes were closed but you just can't seem to sleep. Your brain is still running and you've tried to turn it off but failed miserably. So you just laid there, waiting for sleep to finally take you or, if that didn't happen, for the morning to arrive.

Unwanted thoughts plagued you, several embarrassing moments you wished to forget, like that one time you tripped and grabbed Mualani's new volleyball, causing it to fall down with you and accidentally making it land against an oddly long and sharp rock. Then your mind shifted to the many mistakes you've made, the people you loved and love but accidentally hurt. Then came self doubt. Are you really good enough?

As a pathetic attempt to block out the thoughts, you pulled the blanket over your head and curled up into a tiny ball, like a hedgehog, so that nothing can't hurt you anymore, but no matter how you try to hide away, the accusations in your own head just wouldn't stop. Enough. You don't want this anymore.

In front of where you're facing you heard some shuffling, presumably your girlfriend, Mualani. You kept your eyes shut and hoped you didn't wake her up. It was silent for a while, but then it wasn't.

"Can't sleep?" she slurred. Seems you have woken her. You felt a bit guilty. You should just stay quiet so that she'll think you're asleep, so that she'll go back to sleep herself, but for some reason you also wanted to tell her your awake.

"Yeah."

You couldn't see her face, as you were turned with you back towards her, but you could picture her cute droopy eyes that you see every morning. She's got a long day before her, you shouldn't be keeping her awake.

"Want me to sing a lullaby for you? My mother always did when I was little and I always instantly fell asleep," your girlfriend offered, now sounding more lucid than she was before. After a while of consideration, you accepted. She's awake now anyway and it wouldn't take long, you thought to yourself. If it did then you'll just pretend to sleep.

She let out a weak "yay," happy to be of help and began to hum. As she did so, she you in a way that made you fit snuggly inside the cradle of her arms. Ah, you know this one. It was an old song from the People of the Springs, evident in the unique pacing that you won't hear anywhere else. The rhythm was synchronized with the sound of the waves you hear outside the window. Quiet, dull, mixed a tinge nostalgia. Nothing like the Mualani you know at day. Yet at the same time, you can't imagine hearing this gentle melody out of another's mouth.

Slowly and unnoticeably, you were getting drowsy as she continued her humming. You could feel the vibration in her throat due your head being right against it. The arms around your waist seemed to have relaxed and so did your whole body. It was the most peaceful you've felt in a while. At some point, she began to sound faint, until she was still, but you barely registered it as you were barely awake. At last, she uttered something and fell asleep first. It was a bit difficult to discern but you understood what she said.

"I love you so much, [name]. So so much. Good night."

The hushed words were laced with so much love and adoration, it dispelled any self doubt you had on that night and you followed her into the land of dreams with a smile on your face.

Drunken Acts, Silent Truths

Mualani x reader! In which:

You and Mualani have fun and get wasted at a party. In the end, you both did things you never would've if you were sober.

Contains a bit of lemon.

Alternative title: In the Back of Kinich's Car

3,017 words 16,597 characters

"Hey [Name]! Over here!" you heard your best friend yell from across the street. She stood beside Kinich's dark green SUV, swinging her arm fervently to get your attention. From the passenger seat you could see Kachina waving at you, smiling cutely like she always does.

Mirroring the little girl's expression, although yours is more like a grin, you ran towards your friends. Once there, Mualani engulfed you in a tight hug, surprising you.

"[Name]!"

Her hugging you is not a rare occasion, but you seemed to be unable to get used to this. A gentle heat graced your cheeks.

"Hey ya, Lani!"

"You ready to have the best time of your life? The party's going to be so lit! Come on, come on, get in," Mualani gushed as she urged you to get in the car, clearly very excited for what's to come. Her voice easily overpowered the quiet music that was playing. California girls, quite befitting of the occasion.

You greeted the others as you put on your seatbelt, including Ajaw, Kinich's pet lizard, which was currently resting on Kachina's lap.

"Hell yeah I am, we're gonna drink so much and play so many games, it'll be one hell of a time!" you chuckled, trying to match her energy and force down the butterflies in your stomach. Although his face wore the same blank expression, Kinich sighed upon hearing that.

"That sounds like so much fun," Kachina on the other hand giggled at your words. "I can't wait to be 18, then you can take me with you as well!"

"Of course! We can't wait for you to be 18 as well, then we can have girl nights and do lots and lots of fun stuff! But for now, you'll have to patient. On the bright side, today you get to hang out with Kinich, you don't know how many people would envy you for that!"

Indeed, Kinich was very popular. Back in highschool his locker always had one or two confession letters and Mualani, who already knew him at that time, even got some letters as well. They were all some kind of threat telling her to back off from Kinich, though. It got to a point where she even made a bingo with the most frequent contents she found in those letter, like a death threat or slut-shaming, and for every row of five he got in one single letter Kinich would have to buy her a small treat as compensation for "being too handsome." The way she worded it had always rubbed you the wrong way.

"I'm sure they wouldn't be if they actually got to know me. It would probably destroy whatever... Romantic lense they have projected onto me. I'm no prince charming," Kinich insisted as he steered the wheel with his right arm. His other was propped on the frame of the open window.

"No way man, I think they'd only fall harder. With how nice you are, whatever you do will be misinterpreted and feed into their handsome, mysterious, cold guy with a soft spot for them fantasies. It's all just confirmation bias and a bit of delusion, really," you snickered. It's not the first time you and the others have teased him about it, but even then, seeing him in denial about his situation will never stop being amusing. Especially Mualani likes to pick on him for that.

"You know, you could just get a significant other or at least pretend to have one, maybe then they'll stop trying to get with you. With that face of yours it wouldn't be surprising for you to have one too," the latter suggested, this time not even as a joke. And she wasn't really wrong, however the victim of popularity still dismissed the offer.

"They'd just start pestering me with questions about my supposed partner, not worth it."

"Well if you say so."

That's how the conversation ended and there was nothing awkward about the silence that ensued. Then Kachina pointed out the song just started to play.

"Mualani, [name]! Listen!"

It took the two of you a second, but when you realized you instantly turned to each other with the same stupid grin on your faces.

"Crank it up, pretty boy!" Mualani demanded, earning herself a laugh from Kachina and, although she didnt notice, a complicated look from you. As always, Kinich was the only one to notice. You saw him looking at you from the rear view mirror as he turned up the volume. You shook your head softly, indicating that you're fine. The probability that he knows about your crush is at about 85%, according to your calculations.

You were still contemplating, for the thousandth time, if she likes him that way, but you were interrupted by the reason why you were even sulking in the first place. She pulled you towards her by the waist and held an imaginary microphone to your mouth. With a small smile, you had the honour of starting the song.

"You, change your mind~"

"Like a girl, changes clothes~" Mualani followed up, pointing the microphone towards herself.

"Yeah you, PMS~"

"Like a bitch!" the youngest chimed in, causing Kinich to stare at you through the mirror once more, since you were the one who introduced her to the song. If you didn't know him so well, you wouldn't have known that he was glaring at you, hard.

"I would know~" you carried on anyways, averting your eyes and pretending you didn't see.

"That you're no good for me!~" the other two girls sang in unison, getting louder as they approach the last notes of the line.

For the rest of the ride the three of you continued singing. It was as if the party had already started, but then again, it's always like a party when you're with your friends. Eventually, you did arrive at the actual destination though, a bit to your disappointment. You were just getting to the good parts of Call Me Maybe.

"Bye Kachina, bye Kinich!" Mualani, already out of the car, kissed Kachina on the forehead and waved goodbye.

"Have fun hanging out you two!" you bid your goodbyes as well. Kachina got a head rub from you and Kinich a fist bump.

"You too, Mualani and [name]!"

"Keep your drinks within eye sight and always stick together. I'll pick you up at nine."

"We will! Besides, Mavuika will be sober, so don't worry."

Kinich hummed at that, comforted by that and drove off with the SUV, leaving the two of you at the entrance of a big mansion from which bright lights emitted. It was barely 5pm and the sun hadn't set yet, how bright would it be later? Putting the question aside, you went up the stairs to the front door and ringed the doorbell.

Not long after the host of the party Mavuika, she's kind of a local celebrity, opened the door and greeted you with great passion.

"Ah, Mualani, you're here! Very punctual, the party hasn't even started." She looked at you with her blindingly bright eyes and you were a bit entranced. Although they were all red, Mualani's were darker, more desaturated and the upper half of her eyes were this calming blue. Ironically, while picturing her eyes in your head you failed to notice her eyes in the present, looking at you with a peculiar glint in them.

"Is she your plus one?" she asked, looking at you.

"Yeah! This is [name], my best friend!" she introduced you, grabbing and trapping your arm between her own and the side of her body. Your forearm touched her exposed stomach. The skin there was warmer than your arm's, but it can't be warmer than your cheeks in that moment, that you were sure of.

Mavuika suddenly seemed to understand something, causing a smirk to appear on her face. She nodded at you and extended her hand for you to shake.

"Nice to meet you [name]. You have a fine friend here, do make sure to keep her close, yes?"

Naturally, you were puzzled by her advice as you shook her hand, even more so when she winked at Mualani and got a look of what seemed like gratitude in return. What's going on between them? No matter though, because you were already being dragged into the house by your crush. One look was enough to confirm how rich the radiant woman was, but not in a stereotypical rich person way.

The entrance hall was half the size of your apartment, with walls decorated by colorful grafittis and precious looking relics. There's no doubt that they must be worth quite a lot, but no one ever stole any of them, as easy as it would be. They all respected her too much to do so, in fact, it's harder to not respect her.

"So, what do you want to do first? We could play beer pong, hit the dance floor, ooh you wanna wipe the food court clean?" your best friend asked, her gaze directed towards yours.

"How about Mario Kart? Let's play to our heart's content before the others come and hog it," looking right back, you answered. Having reached a mutual conclusion, you followed Mualani upstairs to the gaming room where the video games are. All the while she let go of your arm and shifted to hold your hand instead, intertwined your fingers. "So that you won't get lost," she explained, even though you only walked past six of the only other thirty something people in this gigantic house.

Once you got to the gaming room, this time twice the size of your living room, Mualani officially let go of your hand, to your disappointment. But you didn't dwell on that for long, as your thoughts were soon occupied with strategy, frustration and when to throw the shell. Preferably it should be at a point in time where receiving such an attack would be the most devastating and spirit breaking for the enemy. Such is the cruel nature of Mario Kart, where any personal connections and sense of fun doesn't matter anymore.

Over time, the party started to increase in people and you had to give up the consol. However you took a pack of uno from Mavuika's board games collection, wanting to play it now because you probably won't be sober enough to do so later. Speaking of being drunk, you both got a cup of the alcoholic punch that was being served.

Mualani easily managed to rope in three more players and the games began. Like Mario Kart, although not as brutal, Uno brought out quite a lot of rage and dispair from the depths of your hearts, for you were playing with the "pulling until you have a usable card" rule, which has led to one or two breakdowns. That's less than you expected.

"HA! UNO, LOSERS! YEAH SUCK ON THAT," one of the players hollered, giving you all the one finger salute and doing what seemed to be a victory dance.

"NO THE FUCK YOH DIDN'T, YOU PLAYED A SIX BUT THE CARD BELOW WAS A NINE, FUCKING CRETIN!" another player yelled. It was clear they both had too much to drink.

"AGAIN, NO ONE WON THIS ROUND, WE'LL GO AGAIN!" you protested at the top of your lungs. That would make three drunk people. Next to you, Mualani was laughing hysterically at the state you were in. It's her third cup already and she's only a bit tipsy, but you already had 5 cups and well, the results were evident.

And it went on like this for the next three hours. You played all sorts of things, such as partner beer pong, where Mualani displayed her excellent fine motor skills despite her by then half drunken state. In the end your team won and you very platonically kissed her on the mouth to express your happiness at the victory.

Next up was never have I ever, played in a circle on the ground. That day, some of your more embarrassing secrets became known to many more people other than the only three who knew it before. At some point some guy also started hitting on you, but thankfully Mualani fended him off. After that incident she's been walking even closer to you, like some sort of bodyguard.

When Kinich eventually came to pick you up he found you on a couch, tangled together and only halfway conscious, much to his concern.

"Don't worry, I made sure that everyone was safe. They only had harmless fun the whole evening," Mavuika assured him as she walked up to you three.

"Thank you, and sorry for any trouble they might've caused," your chauffeur dipped his head in gratitude.

"Nonsense, this is my responsibility as the party host."

She then helped Kinich to bring the two of you inside the car, each with one arm slung around their neck, respectively. You all said your goodbyes, well the drunk ones tried but only managed to get out jibberish, and parted ways. Kinich turned off the music so you would sleep soundly on the way home. However the two of you didn't plan on sleeping.

Throughout the day, no, throughout the majority of the time you've known her, you've always been restricting yourself. All of the repressed desires were getting harder to control with the alcohol in your system.

At first you were just staring into her pretty red eyes, but then her put a hand onto your thigh and clicked off both your seatbelts.

"Put on your seatbelts," Kinich ordered, briefly glancing at the backseat. None of you complied. Instead, you slipped your hands up her shirt, roaming around, getting a feel of her skin. She rubbed your thigh a little, her hand slipping further upwards and the other pushed you down to lay on the cushioned seats.

"You alright back there?" Kinich asked somewhat worriedly, not noticing your arm that disappeared behind the soft fabric of Mualani's top. Ajaw, now on Kinich's shoulder as usual, blinked slowly and looked away, turning into the color of Kinich's shirt and hair, camouflaging himself.

You didn't even notice Kinich's voice. In fact, you couldn't hear anything but the rhythmic throbbing in your veins, see anything but her beautiful face, feel anything but her gentle touch, getting shocked by a tiny wave of electricity every time her finger tips connected with your skin.

She too seemed too engrossed in you to take note of the boy at the front who's getting more anxious by the second.

"Mualani? [Name]?" he tried again, but to no avail. That's when he noticed it though. The sight of you exploring each other. For a few seconds he was speechless, but it quickly became slight annoyance.

"Cut it out you two, you can make out when you get back home," he chided with a slight glare, but you still hear nothing. Quietly, he muttered something under his breath about being glad he sent Kachina home first. At this point he has accepted that you won't respond to him no matter what, so instead he opted to turn the music up to at least not hear... Well, you know. Very fittingly though, the song playing then was Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys.

While Kinich was despairing in the front, the two in the back were enjoying the ride more and more. You were now kissing like there's no tomorrow. Mualani's tongue slips into your mouth and you let it, pressing against it with your own. She's got her hand in your shorts, kneading the flesh of your behind, you've got you hand under her bra, fondling with her breast.

You both pulled away to get some air and stared at each other deeply. There was a weird taste in your mouth, but that too you didn't register. Instead you were focused on the half blue half red sapphires just a couple of centimeters before you.

Futilely, you tried to say a simple "pretty," but all that came out was an incoherent babble. You were... Amazed by how beautiful she was, even with her messy hair, smeared lipstick and almost no light for you too see her.

Fueled with a new animalistic desire, you pulled her down against your lips again. This time you were the one to visit her mouth and she complied. She tasted like alcohol. Like your own mouth, actually. You tasted the same.

"Mm-!" you moaned into the kiss. She had just found your most private parts.

Hearing that, she chuckled breathily, parting your lips once more. She played a bit more with the same spot, eliciting an erotic and pretty vocal reaction. Not feeling satisfied yet, she hooked her pointer fingers at the waistband of your shorts.

"Alright, that's enoug, my car is not a motel," Kinich hastily said, already opening the door on Mualani's side of the car. Despite her weak protests, he dragged her towards your house, actually half piggybacking her, and opened the door with the keys he got from you beforehand. The muscles he had built up from all the sports he did finally got put to good use.

He even carried her, and later you, all the way to the bedroom, thinking it would be more comfortable no matter if you two decide to sleep or fuck. Leaving your drunk and horny friends alone in a house, on the same bed even, might seem like an irresponsible action, but really, he had no idea what else he could do. The two of you have always looked at each other funnily anyways.

Before he went home himself, he poured two glasses of water and put it on the nightstand but when brought the glasses from the kitchen you were already back at it, hence why he left as soon as possible.

That's how you woke up next morning, naked and pressed up against Mualani's warm, also naked body. It seemed like you really needed to have a serious talk about your friendship. Oddly enough though, you were looking forward to it.

Masterlist

—> Genshin

Mualani

Lost In Gentle Waves - fluff, slight angst

Drunken Acts, Silent Truths - lemon with plot

Coming at some point: It's You All Along - fluff, slight angst

Kinich

It's Not Your Fault - angst

K'uhul Ajaw

The Allmighty Chameleon Lord K'uhul Ajaw - headcanons