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sleepyafcapricorn · 3 days ago

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I loved the yandere headcanons you did for shanks and ace, could you do one for Zoro as well

Headcanons to Yandere Roronoa Zoro x Reader:

WARNINGS: MDNI, yandere, obsession, mentions of isolation, lovesick, mentions of starvation, manipulation, jealousy, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of harrassment (not from zoro), mentions of disgusting creep behaviour (not from zoro), mentions of possessiveness, etc.

SUMMARY: the once laid-back swordsman becomes obsessed after meeting someone who matches his strength. this time, he’s not letting go and he's determined to keep you alive and by his side, no matter what.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: sure! the fact that i started on this headcanons before getting the request is a coincidence, but i really hope you enjoy it! also, my schedule right now is absolutely packed and to keep myself from burning out, there are times in the schedule when i'll be posting once every three to five days, maybe even a week. i will be posting for various of fandoms, lately a lot from twilight and jujutsu kaisen, but i write for any fandom mentioned in my main masterlist and still take requests for any of them.

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

It all began when he first saw you in Wano. You weren’t just an ordinary person with a sword—you were a disciple of Oden himself, personally trained when you were still a child. People used to whisper about you and Oden’s disciples in awe, but because you were still very young, the rest tried their best to keep your name out of the spotlight for the time being until you grew older. However, after Kaido’s rise and the fall of Oden, you disappeared from the capital and went by another name to keep your identity hidden, even going as far as to changing your appearances.

Throughout the years, you trained yourself relentlessly and mercilessly in the shadows. Your goal—although it seemed impossible—was clear as day to you. You had to defeat Kaido and his army, restore Wano back to its former glory and carry on Oden’s legacy as one of the only disciples of Oden’s left in the Wano. At first, you tried to search for the others who mysteriously vanished from Wano but no matter how long and hard you tried, you were unable to and concluded that they went out of the country to get more allies.

For most of your childhood in Wano, Denjiro took you under his wing as he disguised himself to be Kaido’s ally, working his way into their system. However, even with his work, he still taught you everything he knew; from education to your own strength. He noticed how you became interested in swords in particular and made sure to strengthen your skills in it. As you grew older though, the cracks of the inequality and harshness between the people in the capital and those living outside in the villages began to appear bolder before you.

When you finally managed to find a way to sneak away from the capital, you became a protector for the forgotten villagers. The villagers learned to rely on you, and you spent days at a time helping them before slipping back into the capital to continue the cycle again. You stole food from the capital, raided supply routes, and provided for the starving villagers. Your skills in hiding, sneaking, and fighting became legendary. To the common folk, you were a saint. To Kaido’s soldiers, you were a hidden ghost—some even dubbing you to be a former warrior coming back to take revenge on the army. However, you didn’t care for any of it all, you just wanted your people to live.

You had memorized almost everything about the lands of Wano. From the deep paths through the forests to the hidden backroads in the capital, you knew it all. You were forced to learn these things at a young age to survive because even if you lived in the shadows, ignorance of your surroundings could cost you everything when your enemies are always around. So it was no surprise that you noticed the Strawhats almost the moment they arrived. You had memorized every face in the capital and could easily call out the names of each one, so unfamiliar ones stood out to you immediately.

However, you said nothing of it. Not even to Denjiro—he would find out soon enough anyway. You simply watched over them to ensure they won’t cause any damage, but when their faces appeared on wanted posters after clashing with Kaido’s forces, your curiosity of them deepened. They had disrupted the fragile balance, maybe even worsened the conditions for your people, but their strength was undeniable and dangerous. And just perhaps.. their goals weren’t so different from yours.

You chose Zoro to test them. After tracking him silently for a few days, you appeared in front of him—face covered with a mask—and challenged him. Your fight was intense and well-matched, and you nearly beat him—something a majority of those who fought against him can’t claim. However, your battle was interrupted by Kaido’s soldiers, forcing the two of you to split up and flee in opposite directions. Zoro actually tried to follow after you.. but got lost, as he usually does.

However, after that battle, Zoro couldn’t stop thinking about you.Your skills were impressive, your presence was intimidating and he could feel your strength when the two of you used Haki against each other. He wanted to meet you again. And a few days later, much to his luck, while traveling outside the capital, he spotted you again. This time, you were giving out stolen food to villagers who welcomed you like their own family. You were no longer wearing your mask either, but it rested at the top of your head.

As the fool he was, Zoro demanded a rematch right in front of the villagers after you gave the rest of the food for them. You laughed it off, not wanting to frighten or confuse them. Instead, you invited him to eat and rest in the village. Although there wasn’t much food nor shelter, the villagers still treated him warmly. However, that night, when everyone in the village was asleep, you met with him again—and this time, your fight continued. You held your ground, but his Conqueror’s Haki tipped the scale. Still, you impressed him more than anyone had in years.

From then on, Zoro kept visiting you. He claimed it was to train with you and “keep your edge sharp,” but it was obvious he just wanted excuses to see you. You became sparring partners whenever he passed through. Even while mastering Enma, Oden’s legendary sword gifted to him by his own daughter, he made time for you. He never said it outright, but you could feel that he greatly respected you.

While others prepared to take down Kaido, you remained in the village. You refused to leave the people vulnerable. With many of Oden’s old followers being captured—identified by the tattoos on their ankles—you knew your presence might be the only thing keeping your village safe. Alongside that, you continued developing your healing skills, having studied medicine over the years through the education Denjiro had provided you.

You also needed to steal more food. It wasn’t just for the villagers, but for the imprisoned warriors as well. Once they were freed, they’d need food to heal and strengthen them, especially if they choose to join the fight. Zoro snuck out with you a few times to help gather supplies, slipping past patrols in the dead of night. He said the warriors would be fine, since one of the Strawhats—Sanji, their chef—was also helping care for them. But you? You had to make sure the civilians didn't get caught in the crossfire.

During this time, Zoro got to know you more. And the more he learned, the angrier he became. Beneath your strength and calm demeanor, you told him of your past that was filled with starvation, cruelty, and punishment at the hands of Wano’s corrupt officials. You had endured beatings, degradation, and relentless pressure to “serve” the powerful men in the capital—men who admired your beauty but saw you as something to claim. You refused them all, and for that, you paid the price. There were long periods where you were away from Denjiro, who had raised and protected you from the shadows.

When he finally learned what had happened, he tried to shield you by giving you another identity—one that allowed you to hide your face. Some of the children in the village cried when they first saw your injuries, but you always reassured them with a gentle smile that it didn’t hurt. From then on, you wore the mask without fail. Zoro’s blood boiled when he heard all of it. His rage was cold and quiet. And when he found the ones responsible, he didn’t hold back. What he did to them wasn’t swift and brutal. To him, it was justice. The very least they deserved.

Once you were certain that the people of Wano were safe from the chaos, you headed to the battlefield as well. There, you found Tama—brave as ever—doing her part to help. You stayed close to her, unwilling to risk her safety, and cut down anyone who tried to get close. Your sword never wavered, and though you knew you couldn't surpass Zoro’s strength, you were more than capable of defeating most enemies in your path. You protected allies and struck down threats one after another.

Your swordsmanship, honed over years of merciless training, made you a monster to be reckoned with in the battle. You were eventually injured while aiding your fellow disciples in the fight against Kaido and Big Mom, but not before landing a few solid hits on Big Mom herself when she charged toward you. It didn’t stop her, of course, but it managed to slow her down. And in that moment, you bought enough time for others to move, as Law and Kid combined their attacks on her.

When the battle was finally over, cheers erupted across Wano. The long nightmare had ended, and everyone celebrated the long-awaited victory. But while others rejoiced, you stayed by Chopper’s side, helping him tend to the wounded. Blood still stained your clothes, and your own injuries hurted beneath the bandages hastily wrapped around you. Chopper scolded you the whole time for refusing to rest, but you simply shook your head. You had to help your comrades—your friends and family. They need you now more than ever. Not every wound could be healed, though. Many warriors didn’t make it, including Ashura and Izo. And when that harsh truth finally settled over you, you joined Kin’emon and Kikunojo, Izo’s younger sister, to prepare the resting places for those who had fallen. The victory had come at a price, but you made sure their names would not be forgotten.

Throughout the days that followed, you were often found by the bedsides of Zoro and Luffy, quietly tending to their wounds. You changed their bandages, cleaned away the dried blood and dirt, and made sure their fevers stayed down. You barely slept yourself, but you never once complained. You just wanted them to wake up. And when they finally did, you were there. Zoro stirred first. His body was heavy with exhaustion, but the moment his eyes opened, they searched the room until they found you. He didn’t speak at first but he looked relieved that you were still alive. You didn’t say anything either and just smiled.

You were deeply grateful to the Strawhats—for freeing Wano, for fighting when others couldn’t, for giving the people a future again. But most of all, you were grateful to Zoro. You had tried to take down King yourself during the battle, putting everything you had into the fight, but in the end, you hadn’t been strong enough. Zoro had succeeded whereas you couldn’t. You didn’t resent it. In fact, it only made you admire him more. You found yourself staying by his side during his recovery more than anyone else. You changed his bandages, monitored his healing, even helped him sit up when the pain flared too much, though he usually stayed silent about it. It was usually Chopper who did all that, but Zoro let you. He didn’t flinch when you touched the bruises or stitched up his wounds. He just let you be there. That alone said more than words ever could.

The rest of the Strawhats caught on quickly. Even Luffy, who’s usually the last to notice these sorts of things, began watching you and Zoro with a grin that he didn’t bother hiding. It was obvious to everyone that Zoro liked you. He didn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t exactly hide it either. Sanji teased him the most, though he backed off whenever he saw the way Zoro actually looked at you—like you were shining brighter than the sun itself. Robin and Nami exchanged knowing looks whenever you entered the room, often sharing amused smiles at how close the two of you had become. Brook would hum little love tunes under his breath whenever you sat beside Zoro during celebrations.

Chopper was slower to catch on, but once he realized it, he became adorably flustered and tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed anything—even though he kept sneaking glances at the two of you. Usopp made the biggest deal out of it, gasping dramatically when the realization hit and suddenly acting like some kind of matchmaker, offering unsolicited advice in the background while exaggerating every small interaction. Luffy would always laugh from his actions afterwards. Jinbe didn’t say much but acknowledged it with a nod.

Zoro didn’t care. He wasn’t the type to say much, but he hoped you’d notice. Hoped you saw what he couldn’t put into words yet. However, you were oblivious. Not because you didn’t care—far from it. You just had other priorities. The battle was over, but the damage it left behind was not. You were too focused on rebuilding the villages, tending to the injured, helping your people reclaim their homes. You barely stopped to sleep, let alone consider something like romance. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel anything—it was simply that you didn’t give yourself permission to feel it yet. Not when so much still needed healing. Not when the weight of responsibility is still pressed on your shoulders.

Zoro admired your focus. Your dedication to Wano, your people, and your promise to Oden’s legacy—it was something he respected deeply. You reminded him of the kind of warrior he wanted to be. But even admiration had limits, and frustration began to stir. He’d never say it, but he wanted more than stolen moments and quiet glances. He wanted you to choose him—not out of obligation, not out of guilt, but because you wanted him the same way he wanted you.

He would never chain you down, never take away your freedom. But that didn’t mean he’d stand by doing nothing either. Zoro is the type of yandere who lets you think the path is clear, lets you choose with your whole heart but behind the scenes, he’s already working to make sure there are no obstacles left. If loyalty to Wano distracted you, he’d shoulder some of that burden without telling you. If enemies from the past dared to return, they’d vanish before reaching your door. And if you had lingering attachments—whether people, promises, or unfinished business—he’d start cutting them away quietly, one by one. All without you noticing. All for the sake of your freedom to choose. Because Zoro didn’t just want to protect you. He wanted to be your peace after the storm, like you are to him.

Eventually, the people of Wano—the very ones you bled and starved for—began urging you to choose yourself for once. The elders who had once cradled you in your weakest moments, the children who clung to your sleeves when they were scared, the warriors who had fought beside you in silence—all of them had seen enough. They’d watched you shoulder burdens far beyond your years, and now, they wanted something different for you. They wanted you to live. They had raised you, sheltered you, and protected your identity when it was dangerous to even speak your name aloud. But now they saw that Wano was healing, slowly but surely. And they saw the way the Strawhats had fought—not just for victory, but for hope.

They trusted them. They trusted him.They had seen Zoro’s sword cut through not just enemies, but fear. They’d seen the way he stood when others faltered, the way he glanced at you like you were more important than the fight. They noticed how careful he was with you, how grounded he seemed by your presence. It was subtle, but for people who’d lived through so much pain, recognizing care came easily. Some villagers began to whisper to you. Others urged more boldly. Learn from him, they said. You could still carry Wano’s legacy, but you didn’t have to carry it alone this time.

Zoro didn’t waste a single moment after hearing the shift in your resolve. He wasn’t the type to speak at length, but he knew how to act when the time came—and this was it. The moment your people urged you to choose yourself, he stepped forward with certainty. He offered to teach you, to sharpen your skills beyond the borders of Wano. He offered his swords, his time, his presence. A way for you to grow. A way for you to protect your land even better by learning from the world outside.

But he didn’t say the part that mattered most; he simply wanted you beside him. You agreed, not just because of him, but because, for the first time, you were finally ready to live. Not just survive. You had honored your duty. You have protected your people. And now, you could choose something more. So you joined the crew. You stepped onto the Thousand Sunny with your blade at your side and your scars behind you. You had never felt so terrified. You had never felt so free.

For a yandere, Zoro’s honestly not that dangerous. His obsession doesn’t come with chains or cages, but it comes with consistency, loyalty, and the intense gaze of someone who’s already decided you’re his, even if he never says it. He respects strength more than anything. He wouldn’t fall for someone who couldn’t stand on their own. But with you, his possessiveness shows in smaller ways. It’s in the way he sticks close, the excuses he makes to keep you nearby, the silent expectation that you’ll be where he can see you.

He subtly rewrites your routines. You end up resting when he tells you to, training when he invites you to, sharing meals on a schedule he conveniently keeps. He never demands, but he leaves little room for you to drift far from him for too long. He isn’t controlling. Not in a traditional sense. He doesn’t bark orders or issue ultimatums. But he’s protective, possessive in a calm, restrained way that leaves no doubt where his boundaries lie.

If he thinks someone’s trying to get too close, his presence alone is enough to drive them off. He doesn’t doubt your loyalty—he just doesn’t want to share. He wants more of your time, more of your attention. He wants to be the one you turn to, the one you lean on, the one whose name is always on your tongue when something happens. He rarely says it, but his actions make it obvious.

The strangest part? You never actually had a conversation about being together. There was no confession, no defining moment that made you officially his. Yet somehow, you ended up sharing night shifts, tending to each other’s wounds, and sleeping beside him on the Sunny like it had always been that way. It happened slowly. And everyone noticed. Even you, eventually, had to wonder when the lines blurred. When casual became consistent. When he became the one person you always gravitated toward without question.

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