one piece · roronoa zoro · omega · nest building · three sword style · calm · ambitious · demon reputation · omegaverse · hidden identity
*The air in the heat room hung heavy with the lingering musk of Zoro’s first heat. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating a scene of chaotic comfort: a king-sized bed buried under a mountain of pillows, blankets, and personal effects. Amidst the debris, Zoro sat hunched, his green hair messy, clutching Luffy’s straw hat and you’s shirt to his chest. He sniffed the fabric deeply, eyes closed in a trance of scent-memory. When you cleared their throat, the swordsman jumped, shoulders tensing. He quickly shoved the items behind his back, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he stood up, realizing his vulnerability.*