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"Your love makes me believe in magic, but then I see you, and I believe you're part of dream I never want to wake up"

ᨓ 。painter nishimura ri-ki x sculpture fem reader ꒰🎨꒱﹕fluff ﹕2.4k contains: both are down bad for each other (they believe their love is a work of art itself), flirty Ni-Ki" ┈─★

[七] The heavy scent of clay and plaster filled the studio, mingling with the soft hum of your mouth and the occasional clang of your metal tools. You sighed, wiping a streak of clay off your cheek with the back of your hand. You had rented the space to finish the sculpture you were making for your final exams. It was pretty tough, and you were sure you were about to have the body ache of the century.

You glanced at the clock on your phone, noting the time: ten minutes until it was 4 o'clock. You saw your wallpaper, and a smile escaped your lips. It was a picture of Ni-Ki with some paint on his face and the biggest smile on his face at you, with a beautiful painting he was creating behind him.

It blew your mind how easily he could make your stress disappear, and it has been two years since he has been doing that. Every time you see him, you remember how your relationship started.

Your paths first crossed at a local art workshop, where Ni-Ki was sketching the cityscape and you were molding clay into abstract forms. Somehow, conversations flowed effortlessly, like paint on a canvas. Ni-Ki admired your patience with your craft, while you were captivated by his ability to capture fleeting moments in his sketches.

As days turned into weeks, your shared love for art became the foundation of your bond. You spent afternoons at the gallery, critiquing each other's favorite works and discussing the nuances of colors and textures. Even both of you got scholarships at the same college, so it was like destiny.

Amidst the canvases and clay, your friendship blossomed into something deeper; both of you began to see the world through each other's eyes, finding inspiration in the smallest of details—a brushstroke here, a delicate curve there. Your love for art became intertwined with your love for each other, with each creation a testament to their growing affection.

Your story unfolded like a masterpiece on a blank canvas, where every stroke and every mold told the tale of two souls bound by art and destined to create a life filled with love, inspiration, and endless creativity.

You shut your phone down and stepped back as you contemplated your sculpture. It was an old man grieving—a pretty big old man holding flowers. You saw a few parts lacking in details, so you went back to work on them.

Just as you were getting back into the rhythm of molding the clay, the door to the studio creaked open. You turned around to see Ni-Ki standing there, a mischievous grin on his face and a bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, artist," he called out, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "I figured you could use a break."

Your boyfriend approached with a playful glint in his eyes, his voice laced with mischief. "Guess who brought you dinner?" he said, swinging the bag in front of you as he made a funny dance.

You couldn't help but smile back, the exhaustion of the day momentarily forgotten. "You always know how to show up at the right time," you replied, setting your tools down. "What's in the bag?"

"Just a little something to keep you going," he said, opening the bag to reveal a variety of your favorite snacks and a thermos of hot tea. "I figured you might need a break."

You took the thermos, feeling the warmth seep through your fingers. "You're a lifesaver," you murmured, taking a sip and savoring the comforting taste. "I swear, this project is going to be the end of me."

Ni-Ki's eyes softened as he looked at your sculpture. "It's incredible," he said, his voice genuine as he admired it deeply. "You've put so much heart into it."

You glanced at the grieving old man, feeling a mix of pride and anxiety. "I just hope it's enough," you said quietly. "There's still so much to do."

Ni-Ki stepped closer, his presence a soothing balm to your nerves. "Hey, you've got this," he said, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "And that's why I'm here to help you."

You met Ni-Ki's eyes, a grateful smile tugging at your lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you admitted, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease. He went for an apron and turned around to let you tie it.

His smile turned a bit more playful as he looked back at you. "Well, I do have a few ideas," he teased, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Like maybe distracting you with some charm, good looks, and other perspectives."

You laughed softly, feeling your cheeks warm. "Is that so? And how do you plan to do that?"

Ni-Ki took a step closer, closing the distance between you two. The apron you were wearing was being pulled by him as his lips went to yours, not kissing them, just teasing. He smirked at your shy demeanor afterward. "But seriously, I’m here to support you in any way you need. Whether it’s a pep talk, some food, or…other distractions." His tone dropped at the end, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You felt a flutter in your chest, and your heart was beating a little faster. "Other distractions, huh?" you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady. "And what exactly do those entail?"

Ni-Ki’s hand moved from your waist to your chin, finally kissing you. You felt like you were melting, his warmth seeping into your very being.

You gently pulled back, a soft smile on your lips. "Just let me focus, Nishimura. You can look around at something you like in the meantime, and I can tell you later what you can do to help me." You turned back to the sculpture, your fingers moving smoothly over the clay, sculpting the delicate details. You heard chair noises behind you and then, soon after, beside you.

You looked up to see Ni-Ki sitting next to you, his head resting on top of his crossed arms, eyes on you. "What are you doing?" you asked, amused.

"What you told me…"

"Which is…?"

"Admiring the prettiest sculpture."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, a shy smile breaking across your face. "You're impossible," you murmured, trying to focus on your work.

Ni-Ki chuckled softly. "It's true, though. I mean, just look at you," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "You're so focused and passionate. It's really…captivating."

You glanced at him, seeing the genuine admiration in his eyes. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble. "You're really something, you know that?" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What can I say? You are the artist of my heart, turning everyday moments into works of art."

He stood up and went behind you. His arm reached out, gently taking your hand in his, the one with whom you were holding your tool and helping you make the details. 

"And with each brushstroke of kindness, you paint my world in vibrant hues of love," he replied, his thumb brushing over your knuckles seconds after he dropped your hand. "I've never met anyone like you."

You felt a surge of warmth in his words; his presence was both comforting and invigorating. The two of you worked in tandem, your movements guided by his steady hand. Each stroke seemed to breathe life into the sculpture, the old man's sorrow etched deeper with every touch.

As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself more relaxed, your previous tension melting away. Ni-Ki's guidance and encouragement were like a balm to your frazzled nerves. The studio's atmosphere shifted, both of you working in morlding and detailing, creating a quiet symphony of your shared creativity.

Finally, both of you stepped back, taking in the progress you'd made. The sculpture looked more refined and complete, and the old man's grief was almost palpable. You let out a satisfied sigh, turning to Ni-Ki with a grateful smile, who was leaning back against the wall, already looking at you with a soft smile while seeing your shoulders relax.

"Thank you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I couldn't have done this without you."

Ni-Ki's eyes sparkled with warmth as he looked at you. "You did all the hard work; your head thought of it, and your hands followed along with your heart," he replied, his tone soft. "I just helped a little."

You shook your head, feeling a wave of affection for him. "No, you did more than that," you insisted. "You always know how to make things better."

He stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. "And you always know how to make my heart race," he murmured, his gaze locking with yours.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The weight of the project, the stress of the exams—all of it faded into the background. All that mattered was the connection between you and Ni-Ki, the unspoken understanding that had grown between you.

You leaned in, closing the distance between you once more. This time, when your lips met, it was a tender, lingering kiss, filled with all the unspoken emotions that had built up over time.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling. "I think I can finish this now," you whispered, a newfound determination in your voice.

Ni-Ki smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "I know you can," he said softly. "And I'll be right here, cheering you on. A little bored, I'm going to be honest."

With renewed energy, you turned back to your sculpture, laughing, ready to pour the last of your effort into it. Ni-Ki settled back beside you, a reassuring presence that made the task ahead feel less daunting.

As the hours passed, you worked as hard as you could, with every detail meticulously crafted and every stroke filled with meaning. And when you finally stepped back to admire your finished sculpture, you knew it was a true reflection of your heart and soul.

You turned to Ni-Ki, who was already smiling at you, his eyes filled with admiration and love. "You did it," he said, his voice filled with awe.

You nodded, feeling a mix of exhaustion and elation. "We did it," you corrected, your smile mirroring his.

He pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly and his chin on top of your head. "I knew you could," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

As you stood before your sculpture, a knot of nervousness twisted in your stomach. Despite Ni-Ki's unwavering support and encouragement, self-doubt began to creep in. "What if it's not good enough?" you muttered quietly, more to yourself than to him.

Ni-Ki turned to you, his expression soft yet determined. "Hey now," he said gently, stepping closer. "None of that negative talk is allowed."

You managed a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. "Sorry, I just… I always second-guess myself."

"You're incredible. Your work is incredible," he affirmed, his voice steady and reassuring. "Believe in yourself, because I believe in you."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm. You gazed up at him, feeling a rush of affection mixed with gratitude. His presence was grounding, and his belief in your abilities was unwavering. "But what if the teacher doesn't like it?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Ni-Ki's eyes softened, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Then they don't know true art when they see it," he said with a reassuring smile. "But trust me, they will."

"But-" Before you could say anything more, Ni-Ki leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, reassuring kiss. It was a brief moment, yet it spoke volumes—his faith in you, his admiration, and his desire to silence your doubts with tenderness.

When he pulled back, you blinked, momentarily stunned by the warmth of his gesture. "Wow," you managed to say, your heart fluttering.

Ni-Ki grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Sometimes, actions speak louder than words," he teased gently, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. "I'm proud of you."

"I love you so much, Nishimura." His thumbs still carresed your dirty face. "Stop, I'm not even looking decent."

He looked around to see some of the liquid clay, putting some on his index finger and painting a stroke on his cheek, then yours again, giving him a whine in response.

He laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now we match," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "And you always look decent, even when you're covered in clay."

You shook your head, feeling the warmth of his affection wash over you. "You need more." You copy his action and paint a little more on his face.

Ni-Ki’s surprised expression quickly turned into one of playful determination. "Oh, it's on now," he declared, grabbing more clay. You squealed, trying to dodge him, but he was too quick.

Soon, the studio echoed with your laughter as you engaged in a light-hearted clay battle. Everything melted away with each playful swipe, your giggles mixing with Ni-Ki’s chuckles. By the time you both called a truce, you were a delightful mess, with clay smeared across your faces, clothes, and even hair.

Panting slightly from the exertion and laughter, you both stood in the middle of the studio, taking in each other’s appearance. Ni-Ki’s eyes sparkled with mischief and affection. "See? Now we really match," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You wiped a smudge of clay from his cheek, your touch lingering for a moment. "Yeah, we do," you replied softly, your heart swelling with love.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I love you," he murmured against your skin, his voice sincere and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

With a shared smile, you both set to work cleaning up the studio, the playful atmosphere lingering. As you tidied up, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. Ni-Ki’s unwavering support and love had bolstered your confidence, making you believe that you could conquer anything.

Once the studio was clean, Ni-Ki helped you cover the sculpture with a protective sheet. "Ready to call it a day?" he asked, his arm draping around your shoulders.

You nodded, feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Yeah, I think I am."

He gave you a reassuring squeeze. "Let’s get you home, then. You’ve earned a good rest."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: This one is for my Ri-Ki soft stans, I did this for us 🦋

It's so sweet

Genre-fluff

Pairing-bf!Niki x afab!reader

Warnings-fluff,cuddles,kisses

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The raindrops started hitting the window of your train cabin. Hot ramen on the table, your favourite book in your hands and you wrapped in your boyfriend's arms going for a little trip. Niki was listening to music while you were sitting on his lap, turning the pages of your book. Suddenly he pecked your temple and squeezed you a bit . It made you look at him and he kissed you. You smiled as he broke the kiss. He took off his headphones and you put your book next to the ramen that already got colder. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and kissed you once again. The rain got heavier and you placed your head on his chest as he caressed your hair. He left another faint kiss on your head and let out a sigh. " It's so sweet. " You mumbled in his chest. He hummed and hugged you tighter. "Knowing that you love me" he continued and earned a smile from you.

First snow, hot choco

Pairing: non.idol!Niki × non.idol!reader

Genre: fluff

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Oh it was cold. It was a snowy storm. White nothing was the only thing seen out of the classroom window.

- We have physics class today, right?- she asked turning to him.

- nope- he said not even looking in her eyes. Obviously it was something he did. How could they randomly cancel the class.

- we do actually- a guy from the back answered.

- why are you lying? - she asked with the gaze of a murderer.

- I'm not. WE I mean me and you. We're not going to that class toda- and that's when she interrupted him

- what do you mean? You never asked me if I wanted to skip the class? Is thi- she was stopped by him smashing his lips on hers

- can you shut up and listen for once?- he said pulling off- I talked to the teacher. We're going somewhere better.

Soon she was dragged out of the building. The cold air hitting her soft cheeks making them even more red. They walked to somewhere she didn't know.

- where are you taking me?- she said trying to move her hair away from her face

- I'm taking to a basement so no one can hear you while I chop your head off- he said with a loving smile and moved that strand of hair behind her ear.

- finally- she murmured

- I'm joking, let's go to the rooftop again

.....

-Don't mind him okay? -he assured her while cupping her rosy cold cheeks

- yeah, it would be great if we got to the rooftop- she sighed remembering how an old man scolded both of them- it's really cold tho- she complained again rubbing her hands together with the hope of getting a little warmer. Well it started to snow unexpectedly. And they weren't prepared.

- you know what?- he said after looking at his shoes for a while- let's get hot chocolate. How does that sound?

- I like it- she said smiling

- well then, catch me if you can Mrs. Shortie- he said and started running away From her

-and I'm in love with him- she mumbled to herself and started chasing him

Soon after they were at the cafe waiting for their order

- here, this is yours- he said handing her the paper cup. The smell had filled their lungs ( just like the love their hearts)

- let's go outside

She sipped her chocolate as he watched her with loving eyes. A little bit of chocolate was left on her upper lip. "Cute" he thought to himself. He didn't even tell her about that. He liked how messy she could be with him. He looked at her soft hair that now had tiny snowflakes. And that's when it hit him. It's the first snow if the year. That means they'll last forever.

- it's still cold- she started complaining again, not liking the sudden change of weather at all.

- let's go to the store while I catch you a taxi

- you really don't have to

- come onnn. Let me do my job- that was the moment when she realised he's her man. Her one and only. Only hers and no one elses. Those thoughts made her smile unconsciously.

- it's almost here. Now my treat- he said looking up from his phone

- what? - she made her iconic confused face. Oh how much he loved her small cute face that was able to show the emotions she'd never talk about.

- my treat

- you want... A kiss?

- yes please and faster the driver is waiting- he said as she tiptoed to connect their lips.

- now go- he slightly pushed he to the car. As the Gentleman he is he payed for her drive and now was waiting for her text

*chat*

You: I hate you

Niki: what's wrong pretty

You: there is a big choco stain on my upper lip, and you didn't even say a thing

Niki: you were too cute

You: you're no help you know?

Niki: but you still love me

You: thank you for today

Niki: of course, it was the first snow

You: I hate the snow

Niki: and I love you too

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