our little secret ; roronoa zoro
↻ fluff, family hates zoro, just fluff tbh, grammatical error, not proofread
↻ pairing ↬ zoro x gn!reader! (platonic)
@butterfluffy asked: ⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ hi mairaaa~ i saw your post so—yeah, here, a request for the moss haired swordsman!zoro sneaking in reader's room to hangout with them because he's bored (can be platonic or romantic! no pressure on this too, take as much time you need, you can discard this too, i don't mind~)
a/n omg yes!!! this is so cute! i hope you enjoy this short fluffy drable! also, i’m sorry if this wasn’t what you asked for.
“oh shit,” the green haired male muttered under his breath as he kept on making noises. “you... damn moss head,” the blond muttered but was still deep in slumber. sanji, the l/n’s family guard. though he is quite careless if zoro do said himself.
‘i’d be a better guard... eh, not like they approved me as one,’ he thought to himself. he finally arrived in front of your door, surprisingly without making another noise despite how he controlled himself from jumping on sanji.
his fist came in contact to the wooden door. he anxiously waited for you outside, looking around in case the blond suddenly woke up and decide to wander around. you slide the door open, eyes widened at the person standing before you.
“zoro?! what are you doing here?!” you whisper shouted while pulling him inside your room. he shrugged his shoulder, “i was bored,” he said. you sighed, slowly massaging your eyebrows. “well, what if you get caught? it’s a little bit too late. people would get suspicious if you were to get caught for visiting me so late at night,” you said.
“don’t care,” zoro replied. you took in his appearance. he wasn’t wearing his usual attire. he’s only wearing his white kimono and without his swords. ‘huh... that’s a surprise,’
“where’s your swords?” you asked, leading him to sit down at the table you had in the middle of the room. “send it to the swordsmith to polish it,” he answered. “but i thought that you polish your swords by yourself. i mean, you do love them enough not to trust it with other people,”
“i trust them with you,”
you chuckled. “well thank you for trusting me mister moss head,” he let out a little grunt at the nickname. “thought that i told you to drop that nickname,” he scolded, though there wasn’t any hint of anger behind it. you chuckled.
“well? what are you still standing over there for?” you asked, indicating an invitation for him to sit down beside you. he hummed and stride across the room before taking his place, barely two inches far from you.
not long after, his head was already on your lap while you played with his hair. “they told me to stop being friends with you. said that you’re a dangerous man and that you would die one day,”
“i am ― a dangerous man as they said. after all, i am a swordsman. what kind of swordsman would i be if i am not dangerous?” he said in an annoying tone. it wasn’t directed to you. you know that he was directing it to your parents. “but i would never put you in danger,” he said softly, gazing up at you with a hard look.
“i know you wouldn’t. you love me too much to be putting me in danger,” you rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face gave away your playfulness about it. “you know, i don’t mind you coming here every night. it’ll be like our little secret,” you winked.
he finally let out a light hearted laugh which you had to smack your hand to his mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet. you knew it was futile when you heard a certain blond knocking at your door. “y/n-chan? is there someone in your room?”
“n-no one!” you quickly replied, ushering zoro towards the open door that leads you to the house’s engawa. “i hope you can forgive me for kicking you out,” you aid with an apologetic look. “not at all,” the green haired replied with a smirk. “y/n-chan?” sanji called out again. “can i come inside please?”
you could see zoro’s eye twitched at sanji’s request. he never liked the blond to begin with. “wait ― i’m not wearing anything proper right now!” you lied, eyes not leaving zoro. “i’ll see you soon,” you whispered, hugging him tightly before letting him go.
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Okokok I have a better one
Set on fire, lock in your basement with an iron mask, turn the ceiling fan on high
Bitch this one goes without saying tf
Set on fire: basil. Silly straw man. Great bon fire material
Lock in my basement with an iron mask: sanji. I’ve always wanted to observe a man reliving deep trauma up close.
Turn the ceiling fan on high: Caesar. He’s spinnin like a ballerina <3. Also he’d scream it’s funny. Also I get to keep my meow meow near
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