#rohan fluff

[beneathashadytree]

ROHAN KISHIBE MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Artistic (oneshot)

Loose-Lipped (oneshot)

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Hellooo may i request a valentine's day event matchup for Jojos please :)

(i hope i didnt write too much! Ive never done one of these before so i hope im doing it right!)

My Pronouns are usually She/her and im AFAB and consider myself gender fluid.

personality traits.

I enjoy behaving very self assured and dominant. People say i am eccentric and witty with a sharp tongue but when it comes to the people i love i am very nurturing and loyal. I struggle with letting people in but when i do i am very appreciative and receptive.

im a person who still hasnt forgiven herself for her past mistakes and the consequences they caused. but i have the philosophy that one should only ever use their time and energy for things that either improve something or make someone happy and are not useless. Therefore i mostly focus very hard on being productive, whether its in working towards the peaceful and stable life and future i want or helping other people have happiness that i don't have.

Physical traits:

I'm chindian (chinese and indian), pretty darn short and i have quite a number of scars on my skin especially my legs. I have a heart shaped face, tanned skin and dark brown hair but with a dyed fringe similar to Jolyne's except in blue. I have somewhat of an hour glass figure and i most enjoy wearing outfits that are a mix of gothic , cowboy and traditionally chinese. I always make sure i smell good.

Favourite relationship trope:

Friends to lovers is definitely one of them.

Idea date setting:

Im pretty adventurous but i also enjoy the simplest things.

Driving out somewhere nice to have good food and feel the wind and see nice scenery is really fun.

Or staying home and playing video games and watching movies with snacks and cuddles is real nice.

Going shopping or to an aquarium or museum or theme park or hiking etc ... Are all things id love. Id enjoy dressing up with my partner.

Love languages:

Giving: i show love through nurturing acts of service or giving gifts i put a lot of thought into. Physical affection and quality time as well. And the rare but very heartfelt words of affection that i get embarrassed after saying.

Recieving: Physical affection and Words are very appreciated. I adore gifts and acts of service and being admired haha

Valentines Driving Date with Rohan

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- As Valentines day approaches, he begins writing his new valentines day short series for his manga and realises he knows nothing about this day.

- Frustrated he decides he needs to celebrate it, to write about it. His obsession with realism in turn makes him want to experience the day to translate it onto paper.

- "Because we are going out. Get in the car in 20", he replied dismissing your response.

- He drives you both out to a far away cliff where you can see the entirety of the Morioh town.

- Rohan gives you a rose and tells you how gorgeous you look. The wind is blowing which makes your hair fly around wildly. He tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you.

- He goes back to the car and opens the trunk. Returning with a bag he hands it to you.

- You take out a lovely, soft Gucci scarf. He wraps it around you and whispers "Happy Valentines day"

- He brings you back home and gets to work drawing his new manga <3

your manga,

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Masterpiece- Rohan Kishibe x reader (fluff prompt)

written for @not-correct-pokemon​ on my old blog Fluff Prompt 25. Can I draw you? Character: Rohan Kishibe Female Reader

MASTERPIECE- Rohan Kishibe x reader

Sunlight shone through the window of (Name) and Rohan’s shared bedroom, illuminating her sleeping face. A small smile graced the mangaka’s lips as he gazed down at her resting form, her lips slightly parted as she slept. Gently, his slender hand reached down to touch her face, trailing itself along her cheek softly, not wanting to wake her up. He didn’t show it much but he loved everything about her, from her bright (color) eyes that shimmered in the moonlight, her soft (color) hair that perfectly framed her beautiful (skin color) face, her sweet voice that he couldn’t hear enough of. To him she was perfect, and he couldn’t imagine himself with any woman apart from her.

Slowly, her glossy eyes fluttered open, looking up to meet his own with a warm, somewhat sleepy smile. “Mmm.. morning, honey..” he smiled a little, the tall man’s slim hand gently cupping her soft face as he leaned down to place a small kiss on her forehead.

“Good morning.” Rohan hummed before standing up to go back to his office, setting himself down at his desk and flipping through his sketchbook, a small frown appearing on his face at the realization that he still didn’t have any drawings of (Name). He knew she was quite self conscious so he’d never really asked, but she was far too beautiful for him not to. Picking himself up from his desk chair, the green haired man was about to go find her until he saw her stood outside of his office, “Ah, (Name). I was about to go look for you.” Her smooth hair lightly flickered in the breeze from the open window next to her, her soft pink lips curling into a smile. “I have a small favor to ask you, my love.”

“Yes?” (Name) queried sweetly, looking up at him with glimmering eyes.

“Can I draw you?”

A light blush quickly spread across her face, the woman fidgeting with her fingers nervously. “I-I don’t know.. I mean..” she trailed off in surprise, unsure of what to say. After a few moments she spoke again, “I-I’m not nearly pretty enough for that..” Rohan quickly shook his head at her statement, taking her petite hands in his own, bright green eyes locking with her own (color) ones.

“Nonsense. I wouldn’t be asking to draw you if that was true, now would I?” Gently trailing a thumb along one of her small, delicate hands he continued, “You’re far from ugly, (Name). You’re quite possibly the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. I..” Rohan paused for a moment before continuing. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The petite, blushing girl smiled, pulling her taller boyfriend into a hug. “And yeah, you can draw me.”

“Excellent.” The man grinned, motioning for her to take a seat as he pulled out his sketchbook and began to sketch her. For a few moments the soft sound of pen scratching against paper filled the otherwise silent room till the man had completed his masterpiece, pridefully showing it to his (color) haired girlfriend. It didn’t take him very long to draw at all, partially because he had used Heaven’s Door to make sure it was perfect. He could only have the best for his (Name) after all.

“R-Rohan..” The blush on her cheeks had now turned a dark shade of red, her (eye color) orbs staring down at the floor, flustered, before turning back up to him with a gentle smile. “It’s perfect.”

“Well of course it is, I drew it after all.” The mangaka smirked with pride before gently setting the picture down, taking the girl’s face in his slender hand as he leaned down to press a short but sweet kiss to her lips. “And because it’s a picture of you, my love.”

[beneathashadytree]

ARTISTIC - ROHAN KISHIBE X READER

Warnings : a bit of pushiness from Rohan (it's just who he is, sorry, lmfao), reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff, comfort!

Word count : 1.5K words

Synopsis : Having hidden their talent for years now, Rohan's lover accidentally reveals their favorite hobby.

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Masterlist

So far they'd managed to keep it a secret for two years, and they intended to keep it forevermore, if that was possible. There wasn't a need for him to find out, and it was better having him in the dark, honestly.

It's what they told themself, sneaking around the house during the times Rohan wasn't around, or when he was so immersed in working on his manga that he failed to notice anything happening around him. These were the times that they were able to freely tiptoe between rooms, gathering their materials and hiding in the quietness of the bedroom. And if the mangaka were to ever make a sudden appearance by the door, it was easy for them to stow away everything in the space under the bed with nothing more than a move of their arm.

Given their boyfriend's occupation and his incredible dedication to the craft, he was out of sight for hours on end, pouring over the newest chapter-in the making. His absence gave them the chance to take their sweet time with their sketchbook and pencil, and even more than enough to pull out their easel and canvas for some recreational painting. And with him being so immersed in his job, he almost never noticed that they were off doing something else.

Which was a huge relief for them, honestly. They could paint their heart out whenever they felt like it, embodying the emotions they felt onto surfaces they saw fit, using the medium of their choice and artistically pouring their soul into their pieces. It all felt so personal, especially with how secretive they were about it; a well-kept secret ever since they'd met.

The day had been a good one so far. They'd woken up with Rohan surprisingly having brewed coffee for them in bed, waving their thanks off with a slightly embarrassed "I accidentally made too much" and offering them an omelette that he was 'too full to eat anyways.' Hiding their smile at his nonchalant affection, they'd graciously accepted it, before they went their separate ways: Rohan burrowing himself in his work, whereas they retreated to the sanctuary of their secret hobby.

Once sitting on the edge of their armchair with their easel propped up in front of them, they opened the balcony doors to let in some much-welcome sunlight and a beautiful spring breeze. Much to their delight, a few cherry blossom flowers from the trees in their backyard blew into the room, settling onto the floor. The pleasant weather set them in a happy mood, and they suddenly felt like popping a CD into the player on the window sill opposite to the bed.

With Michael Jackson's brand new album playing through the speakers, they hummed as they drew, often even mouthing the lyrics or softly singing along. Their lineart had gone great, and they were quite optimistic, feeling that the painting aspect would be just as enjoyable. In their own little happy world, they took no notice of the approaching footsteps, and the grumbling.

A slightly irritated voice came from behind them, "Babe, as much as I like listening to Invincible, would you turn that down? I'm---woah."

Jumping in their seat and accidentally splashing a bit of red paint on the bottom right corner of the canvas, they whipped around to find Rohan standing still in front of them, a stone-cold expression on his handsome face.

In a panic, they tried to set their palette down, wiping their hands down the front of their blotched apron, they quickly stood up in a silly attempt to hide their art piece, "Um, y-yeah, on it."

"Why are you standing in front of it?" he arched his eyebrow, taking a few steps forward, "Let me see."

"No," they firmly said, refusing to budge from their place, "Don't want to."

Not heeding their warning, he frowned, moving even closer and touching their arm, a little damp with paint, "Why the hell not? I've only just found out that you can apparently make art in the first place, and now you wanna stop me from looking at it?"

The mangaka almost sounded offended, and they couldn't help but feel their expression softening, "Listen, Rohan, it's not something you'd want to look at believe me. I'm just an amateur."

"Who even gives a damn about level of professionalism?" he asked with a scoff, squeezing their arm gently, "Come on, it's only me. No need to get all embarrassed."

"It's exactly because it's you that I'm so embarrassed," they groaned, facepalming and subsequently smudging a little bit of paint onto their skin, and the Rohan frowned even deeper at their words.

"Now, what do you mean by that?"

"You're... you," they lameley gestured with their hands, exasperation apparent on their face, "You're a perfectionist, and you literally make a living with art. I'm just a hobby artist, and it's not like I've got insane talent like you."

"And who are you to be the judge of that?" he snapped, pushing their shoulder to the side, though not unkindly, "I'm still getting a proper look at this, no buts."

Giving up as he proved himself to be adamant, they just sighed and moved away, granting him full access to the canvas. He even took the liberty of taking a seat in their armchair, leaning in and resting his chin on his palm as he inspected the entire piece. They waited on his review with baited breath, mentally preparing theirself for a brutal look of disgust. Rohan, however, remained completely silent as bright green eyes swept over the still-wet artwork.

"You're not done yet, are you?" he finally asked, his fingers lightly ghosting on top of the splash of paint they'd made upon his entrance.

They shook their head, heart in their throat, "Not yet. These are only the base colors."

Nodded, he gave a hum that could pass as one of appreciation, "If only you'd told me you could draw and paint this beautifully, I wouldn't feel like such a fool right now."

Confusion made its way on their face, "I---what?"

Rohan gave them a look, "Come on now, you worried I would shit on your skill, didn't you?" upon receiving their sheepish look in reply, Rohan looked away, his expression almost forlorn, "That alone is illogical, considering how brilliantly talented you are, but it does sting a bit you think I'm that terrible of a boyfriend."

Embarrassed, they spoke quietly, "You're just a genius, you know? And you're well aware of it. I was almost a hundred percent sure you'd look down on me."

"It might be my area of expertise, yes, but it certainly is yours too," he pressed on, facing them with a steely gaze, "Why the hell would I look down on you?"

"Ro, you despise Josuke for no reason," they chuckled half-heartedly, scratching their chin, "You can't blame me for worrying that I'd receive the same reaction from you."

"That's not true, I dislike him because he's an arrogant, insolent, hot-headed fool," he rolled his eyes, leaning back against the chair and inviting them over with a gesture of his hand, "And that's besides the point. I'm your lover, I wouldn't dream of treating you the same way I treat that brainless buffoon."

"Poor Josuke," they chortled, making their way over to Rohan and settling carefully in his lap, as he adjusted his hold on them so they would fit snugly against him, "But... are you really being honest? About you liking this?"

He gave them a very pointed, almost-annoyed look, "Do I come off as someone who would lie just to shut someone up?"

Admittedly, he was the last person in the world to do such a thing. There was no other option; he had to have been telling the truth---though that was as unbelievable as him kissing up to someone.

A chaste but powerful kiss snapped them out of their swirling thoughts, along with a mumbled, "Get out of that head of yours," following up with another, slower and even more sensual kiss that stole their breath away, his hands reaching up to cradle their paint-splotched face, causing them to sigh contentedly and loop their arms around his neck to bring him impossibly close against them.

He was far from being a perfect man, really, and was as abrasive as he appeared to be and was well aware of that fact, but in moments like these, the delicate manner with which he loved became more and more apparent; as a matter of fact, he was now even more enamored by his artistic beloved than he ever was.

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