Sofini

After more than one year of work, my first zosan fanfic is fully posted online! Please check it out if you can, the title is It tasted like salt and mint, and it’s a very explicit canon compliant ff in which I put all my heart and efforts 💘

I’ll leave you here a small extract from the first chapter:

Then there were those other moments, when one of the two would create a truce. Usually this too happened with gestures and not words. It happened when Sanji would leave the bottle of Zoro's favourite saké on the table after dinner before his night watch, or when they would systematically sit next to each other on celebration nights at the end of a big battle. It also happened when Zoro would willingly stop by the kitchen to help wash the dishes, something Sanji usually did himself. Sanji would wash and Zoro would rinse in a strangely comfortable silence, and punctually, when they were done, Sanji would lean his back against the sink, light a cigarette and whisper, in a soft voice he never used, Now get lost, Marimo.

Give it a try? It’s intense and smutty and with an eventual very happy ending. I’ll wait for you on ao3!