I donāt always reply to comments on my work, and usually itās just because I get kinda shy, but honestly it leaves me speechless seeing people enjoy the small handful of pieces I write, especially my really niche pieces. Writing fanfics is a hobby to occasionally help with my work burnout, and while I genuinely find it fun the rare times I finish a piece, I try to write without any expectation of attention or anything. But reading that even a single person likes my writing enough to comment on it fills my heart with love.
so if you see this and have ever made a kind comment on any of my works, from of the bottom of my heart: thank you! š
laying on the floor. the movie My Cousin Vinny but it's zosan. Zoro is way over his head trying to keep Luffy, Ace, and Sabo from getting fried. Sanji is along for the ride and constantly fretting and telling him he's fucking it up. They flirt by getting into petty arguments. The judge is Mihawk, idk, my friend just reminded me of the scene where they're in the hotel room and arguing about the dripping faucet in a way where it's clear this is their foreplay, and my brain kept saying "this is those two goofy goobers"
Zoro rolled his eye as Sanji reverently stared down at the hot bowl of rice porridge in his lap, the sterile white of the infirmary barely less blinding than the cookās visible excitement. For a brief moment, he considered lying, knowing Sanji will sing praises over the food no matter how it tastes, and the look on the cookās face when the witch inevitably broke his heart would be priceless. But something in the back of his mind bristled against the idea as he stared at Sanjiās flushed face.
āNah dartbrow,ā Zoro grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he reclined back in the chair beside the hospital bed, āI made that.ā
The energy from cook quickly evaporates with an annoyed click of his tongue.
āWell, then Iāll appropriately lower my expectations,ā he grumbled, picking up his spoon. āEven if itās moss soup, itās beneath me to waste it.ā
Zoro scoffed, watching from the corner of his eye as Sanji carefully scooped a spoonful, pausing to blow away the steam and inspect the concoction for the tiniest signs of tampering or inedible elements.
āSkies above, itās not poisoned,ā Zoro sighed, his head lolling back in dramatics. He knew Sanjiās fever was more to do with an infection received on the last island, but maybe his theatrical attitude was contagious.
āJust making sure none of this green is your hair,ā the cook spat, turning to childishly stick his tongue out before finally shoving the porridge in his mouth.
He chewed with a scrunched face, his eyes squeezed to brace for a sour or spoiled taste, but slowly it morphed intoā¦ open confusion, the cookās brow furrowed and eyes minutely darting around.
For a brief moment, Zoro worried the cook would throw up.
Instead, he took another bite, chewing thoughtfully in the way he did when they visited island restaurants and he was trying to reverse engineer the recipe from a dish. As though the porridge was a problem to solve instead of something to soothe his illness. Then another bite, carefully considering it before swallowing with a glare. Alright, here comes the scalding criticism.
āHa ha,ā Sanji said dryly, cradling his free arm around the warm bowl, āVery funny, trying to trick me like that. I may be sick, but Iām not stupid, I know Nami-swan or Robin-chan made this.ā
Zoro blinked. āWhat? No, I said made it.ā
āPfff, liar!ā Sanji scoffed.
āAm not!!ā Zoro sputtered, his hackles instantly raising over the cookās smug expression.
āYouāre better at keeping a fib up than usual,ā Sanji taunted, ābut thereās no way that you cooked this.ā
āCurls, why would I lie about that?ā Zoro sighed, resolutely ignoring his earlier plans that were just that.
āTo trick me into saying disparaging things about the ladiesā cooking!ā Sanji yelled, curling around the bowl more protectively. āBut Iām onto your scheme, there's no way you could've cooked a meal of this caliber in your life!"
Zoro squinted, trying to process. Was he saying thatā¦
āCook, Iām not lying,ā Zoro stated, keeping his voice as firm and even as he could muster. "I cooked you that porridge."
Sanji mustāve seen the sincerity in Zoroās gaze, because his own faltered, falling back into panicked confusion as he turned back to the bowl in his lap.
āBut, but thatāsā¦ā Sanji stuttered, face quickly turning pale before flushing again. āThen Nami must haveā¦ given you instruction on how to cook this! Yeah, thatās it!ā
Now it was Zoroās turn to click his tongue. āI have enough debt to follow me to my grave. Like hell Iād pay for her āinstruction.āā
Sanjiās lip tightened into a line, staring down at the bowl harder like there was an answer in there. Zoro leaned forward, a hint of a smug expression ghosting his lips.
āGuess that means you..."
āGet out,ā Sanji muttered.
āHm?ā Zoro hummed, dramatically putting a hand up to his ear. āSorry, was that a thank you I heardā"
āGET THE FUCK OUT!ā Sanji yelled, weekly kicking his leg out in emphasis. Obviously his words nor actions held any bite if the swordsmanās snickering was anything to go by. With two surrendering hands, Zoro got up and made to leave.
āYouāre welcome, shitcook,ā Zoro taunted, even in the face of Sanjiās scalding glare. He paused briefly at the door.
āThereās more if you get hungry again,ā he added, notably quieter and with less teasing. "Take it easy."
With that, the door to the infirmary closed.
Sanji stared resolutely down at the bowl of rice porridge, hating it more and more the longer he stared. Gently, he stirred it around, trapped steam escaping as the green onion garnish incorporated more into the mixture. Quickly, he shoveled another scoop into his mouth, tempted to just swallow it down without tasting so he could just get rid of this cursed meal. However, his instincts didnāt let him, taking time to savor the flavor and warmth that it provided.
It must be the illness, he quietly decided. Sickness often messes with your sense of smell, and therefore your taste buds. THATāS why the mossās barbaric concoction actually tastesā¦
He swallowed the porridge with a lump in his throat.
Thatās why it tasted so good.
Heād blame all this, along with his fluttering heart and blushing face, on this accursed fever until the day he died. And with how this whole mess had him feeling, he predicted that day would arrive soon.
alright so I have two zosan/sanzo fic ideas kinda stewing in my drive docs, meaning they're developed enough to have graduated from my notes app. BUT I keep splitting my attention between the two in my free time, and want some help picking one.
I've mentioned them briefly before but there's:
a college AU where Zoro is a popular guy who has been confessed to all his life and never accepted any of them UNTIL a particular anonymous love letter catches his attention. The contents give nothing away except that the missive smells familiar. Featuring cheesy shenanigans.
a canon-divergent AU where Zoro nearly loses his other eye but keeps his sight due to an emergency surgery and an anonymous donor. Despite that, it doesn't take long for Zoro to parse who did it. Lots of fighting and emotions ensue.
now that I look at it laid out like this, there's a lot of overlap here! I might not finish both since they're pretty similar but we'll see. For now, just let me know which y'all would prefer! c:
which zosan/sanzo fic would you be interested in me finishing?
alright so I have two zosan/sanzo fic ideas kinda stewing in my drive docs, meaning they're developed enough to have graduated from my notes app. BUT I keep splitting my attention between the two in my free time, and want some help picking one.
I've mentioned them briefly before but there's:
a college AU where Zoro is a popular guy who has been confessed to all his life and never accepted any of them UNTIL a particular anonymous love letter catches his attention. The contents give nothing away except that the missive smells familiar. Featuring cheesy shenanigans.
a canon-divergent AU where Zoro nearly loses his other eye but keeps his sight due to an emergency surgery and an anonymous donor. Despite that, it doesn't take long for Zoro to parse who did it. Lots of fighting and emotions ensue.
now that I look at it laid out like this, there's a lot of overlap here! I might not finish both since they're pretty similar but we'll see. For now, just let me know which y'all would prefer! c:
which zosan/sanzo fic would you be interested in me finishing?
thinking about some drawings of zoro/zosan I saw awhile back where Zoro nearly loses his other eye in battle and Sanji gives up one of his eyes to him. it's been stuck in my brain for a bit and I've been mulling an angsty/fluffy fic idea 'round my head at night. I might write a lil something but I wanna find that art/artist first so if anybody knows where I can find it again, hmu
I FOUND THE PIECE, it was on twitter, it was actually a response to an AU where Zoro goes blind! by redgi_tanako (redgitanako here on tumblr)! take a look if you've been curious
I didn't see the piece on their tumblr, but if I can find it I'll link that in a reply. now that I have peace of mind that I've found it again, maybe... something will happen (slowly, bc I'm busy and a scatterbrain)
thinking about some drawings of zoro/zosan I saw awhile back where Zoro nearly loses his other eye in battle and Sanji gives up one of his eyes to him. it's been stuck in my brain for a bit and I've been mulling an angsty/fluffy fic idea 'round my head at night. I might write a lil something but I wanna find that art/artist first so if anybody knows where I can find it again, hmu
I donāt think Iām ever gonna write this fic out, keeping my word to not writing another full/finished nsfw fic, but I mulled this concept around enough that I just started typing
tw mtf, sex swap, mention of rape (doesnāt occur; itās all consensual), bad sex
Zoro gets hit with a curse where his chest becomes breast tissue and his dick gets replaced with a vagina, and thatās it. Heās completely the same otherwise. and of course, the cure is either to wait for a long time for the spell to wear off or have sex with a man.
Zoro asks Sanji, citing that even though he knows Sanji doesnāt see him that way at all, he knows that Sanji is horny to stick his dick in some pussy and Zoro doesn't feel like dealing with this body so he figures itās a win-win. Zoro clarifies that if Sanji really canāt stand the idea of having sex with Zoro, Zoro will just go to someone else on the island. Sanji is embarrassed at being asked such a thing so casually and hesitates, but agrees, and they grab a cheap hotel.
Zoro doesnāt bother arousing himself, grabbing a bottle of lube and telling Sanji to get himself hard while Zoro works himself open real quick, trying to be very clinical about the exchange. Sanji seems disarmed over the way things are going, even tentatively offering to help, but Zoro snaps back that even though heās letting Sanji fuck him, he is NOT one of his ladies to fawn over. He tells Sanji that he can pretend heās a woman during the act if it gets the job done, but he doesnāt want the swooning, he just wants to get back to the usual.
Sanji gets really quiet and focused after that. He tries to follow Zoroās example, tries to be clinical, and gets himself hard after a bit of messing around. Finally, Zoro takes off his shirt and places it over his own face; even though his body isnāt that much different than his usual (the trademark scar across his chest especially damning) he figures itās enough to help keep the cook aroused. He even tells Sanji that he can touch Zoroās body if it helps him get off, but otherwise heāll be quiet until itās over.
He canāt see Sanji this way, only listening to Sanjiās panting and feeling as he gently starts moving, hands firmly placed on either side of Zoro on the bed. Even if heās not used to the sensation of having a vagina, heās had sex with men and even bottomed before, so itās not completely alien. To his surprise, it even feels a bit good. However, he doesnāt want to distract or turn off Sanji with moaning, so he bites his lip to keep it in.
But Sanji does start to soften up inside Zoro. And his pace slows down, and his breathing starts to get erratic. Zoro canāt help biting something out like āwow I know you donāt like me but I didnāt think the thought of having sex with me would be that disgusting for youā before he really thinks about it. In his mind, even though he was getting into it, Sanjiās rejecting him, and heās trying to start a fight to mask how he feels disappointed.
Until he feels something wet falls on his pelvis. And he hears Sanji choke out a sob. Tentatively, Zoro pulls his shirt off his face to look up at Sanji failing to hold back tears, and not in a good sexy fun way. Immediately, Zoro shoots to sit up, a cautious hand between them until Sanji kinda falls into Zoroās arms.
āWhoa whoa hey, Curly!ā
āShit, Iām sorryāā
āNo no no itās fine, itās okay, I didnāt mean it, we can stop.ā
āI canātāit felt like I was violating you, I couldnātāā
āā¦What?ā
Sanji explains that the dissociation between Zoro and his body didnāt work as intended and the sight of Zoro still and covered and quiet during sex made him feel like he was raping Zoro and it freaked him out bad. Zoro kinda understands Sanjiās perspective, admitting that he had a feeling Sanji already didnāt want to do all this and pushed him to keep going anyway, apologizing for it.
Very quietly, Sanji corrects Zoro by saying he was never REALLY opposed to having sex with him. Zoro canāt seem to comprehend what heās saying, like itās some sort of paradox. Sanji admits that the idea excited him, because he was already attracted to Zoro on some level, regardless of genitalia, but he knew Zoro wasnāt on the same boat. He felt bad taking advantage of Zoroās situation too much and tried to separate his feelings from it and not demand anything from the exchange, but it obviously ended poorly.
Everything starts clicking into place in Zoroās brain while Sanji is clearly ashamed, saying that maybe itād just be easier for Zoro to find another guy until Zoro fuckin pins Sanji to the bed with his muscular arms, his ample chest dangling between them. Sanji is fucking red in the face as Zoro asks again if Sanji wants to have sex with him. Sanji gulps and sputters a weak affirmative.
Zoro reaches down to his own crotch and puts a finger in, pulling it out slowly to show a string of slick, his own face flushed.
āThen lets get you hard again.ā
Zoro then rides Sanji for awhile before Sanji confidently takes over. Zoro changes back and they have probably have more sex bc theyāre fuckin animals.
(can you tell that itās easy for me to write the emotional stuff surrounding smut but I have difficulty writing the actual smut without sounding like an alien)
edit: important thing is that when Zoro is riding Sanji in the end, he looks him in the eye and lets himself pant and moan and make sounds and curse and shit. He's vocal, and while he's clearly just chasing his own orgasm until Sanji does something, he's trying to be vulnerable. In the back of his mind, he still worries that this will turn Sanji off leave Zoro rejected. But of course it pays off because it turns Sanji on so much to see Zoro feel good and enjoy this, and that gives him the confidence to be an active participant and be vulnerable too, taking control to make Zoro feel even better. Because they're stupid repressed horny dummies but they're workin on it okay bye
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji
Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro
Additional Tags: Pining, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Weight Gain, Weight talk, Body Worship, Top Roronoa Zoro, Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji, Top Vinsmoke Sanji, Bottom Roronoa Zoro, they switch bitch!!, Insecure Roronoa Zoro, there's some hints of weight insecurity but it's not the focus, sanji's really into it, POV Alternating, Feeder Kink, Post-Canon, it's mostly thought about and not really acted upon, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, they're in their 30s
Summary:
Things finally escalate. Sanji lets Zoro sample him. For once, Zoro has zero desire to shut Sanji up.
the second chapter of suet and sweat is REALLY SLOWLY coming along... it's at 6k words, already longer than the first chapter, and maybe halfway done lol, have the opening lines for a lil preview
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji
Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro
Additional Tags: Timeskip, they're in their 30s, Pining, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Weight Gain, Weight talk, Body Worship, Top Roronoa Zoro, Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji, Top Vinsmoke Sanji, Bottom Roronoa Zoro, they switch bitch!!, Insecure Roronoa Zoro, there's some hints of weight insecurity but it's not the focus, sanji's really into it, POV Alternating, Feeder Kink
Summary:
When Zoro finally decided to pay the love cook a visit at his restaurant, several years after the crew split up, he was fully prepared to be verbally assaulted with taunts and insults about his newfound weight, or get kicked in the head for not adhering to his usual diet. What he doesnāt expect is for Sanji to beā¦ flustered.
And somehow it only escalates from there.
My first attempt at smut, though this chapter is mostly buildup. Hope you enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji
Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates
Additional Tags: Post-Time Skip, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Self-Sacrifice, Blood and Injury, Scars, they're bad at feelings, and they're bad at communication, fighting is communication, Making Up, Pre-Relationship
Summary:
āBastard,ā Zoro growled as his blade whiffed past Sanjiās ear, a few strands of blonde hair flying between the two. āI canāt stand you. You piece of shit, I fucking hate you..!ā
Sanjiās shoulders drew tight, before relaxing as he tried to return to his normal fighting stance. Finally, Sanjiās mouth opened.
āThatās fine," he simply replied, jumping to smash Zoroās skull in.
Sanji interrupted a battle between two swordsmen, and Zoroās livid over it. The ensuing fight makes both their feelings known, whether they like it or not.
cw hallucinations, brief description of violent imagery (torture)
Theyāre investigating a ruined dungeon when it happens.
The crew was separated after they came across some lone pirate who claimed to be an archaeologist, much to Robinās amusement. He was trying to dig up some sort of relic that makes everyone who disturbed it āgo mad,ā supposedly. Though, the more they talked to him, it was clear that he was messing with things out of his depth, the surrounding ruins leaking with something sinister. And as the crazed man struck the wall with his pickaxe, the ground crumbled beneath them and swallowed them whole.
Which is how every Straw Hat found themselves stranded in a labyrinthian ruin.
Zoroās not afraid, because he knows he can keep his senses about him.
More so than usual, the place is a goddamn maze and Zoro keeps hearing little sounds like the shift of blowing sand and water dripping somewhere that he canāt pinpoint. But no matter how loud he yells, he doesnāt hear a single one of his crewmates call back. He considered just smashing through the walls, but he recalls Robin emphasizing the flimsy structural integrity; one load-bearing wall could bury everyone, and Zoro doesnāt feel like digging that much.
So he stomps aimlessly through the quiet rubble, ducking through worn stone arches, listening for anything, any familiar voice that could lead him out.
āHelpā¦ā
Zoro freezes in his tracks.
That was. A voice.
āH-Helpā¦!ā
Zoro clenches his jaw.
He knew that voice. But at the same time he didnāt.
That was the stupid cookās voice.
But it didnāt sound right.
It wasnāt right.
āS-somebodyā¦ pleaseā¦ I ca-canātāā
Zoro starts to walk again.
That couldnāt be the cook.
It sounded exactly like him. No way was he mistaking that grating voice for someone else, it could only be him. But it didnāt sound any way the cook sounded like before. It must be a trick.
āAn-Anyoneā¦ Iāll even takeā¦ th-the moss head at this point, hahaā¦ā
A pained gasp reverberates against the pathways, choking on something, and Zoro realizes heās been holding his breath.
It was a trap, that sounded like Curly, but it wasnāt.
When the cook was down in a fight, he was either gritting his teeth to get back up, or he was out cold. He might yell out for backup if he was still standing and conscious, or grumble towards some unspoken agreement if he was back-to-back against Zoro. If he were really backed into a corner, maybe heād scream angrily.
āStupidā¦ marimoā¦ā
Zoro steps on something. A cigarette butt, he thinks. He doesnāt pause to check.
But the cook never begged for help. Never sounded so defeated and helpless, the calls Zoro heard just faint whispers against stone. This had to be an illusion, concocted by some sick bastard cloying through his mind for something that would distract him. An odd choice, surely one heāll laugh about later to his crew once they find each other. Heāll laugh and tease the cook about begging him for help, another point for Zoro in their never-ending games.
āZ-Zoroā¦ā
Except that Zoro canāt laugh right now. He has felt terrible agony. Imagined terrible scenarios.
Yet he couldnāt fathom how a sound could fill him with such despair until right this very moment.
āZoro..! Help, Zoroā¦!!ā
A sob echoes through the halls and Zoro is running.
Something pulls at him, leading him where he needs to be, his feet carrying him so fast that his shoulders are checking chunks of stone out of entryways, and he canāt remember what Robin said about the structure of this place because his voice is calling to Zoro for help and Zoro needs it to stop.
In his mind flashes the scene of a bloodied cook being tortured, with blades stuck through his hands to keep him against the floor, with his legs snapped and sprawled beneath him, his spirit broken and begging for it to end, and Zoro knows this canāt be true, itās all made up because Sanji is razor-sharp steel just like him, and thereās no way that could happen to him, he couldnāt let that happen to him, and as Zoro climbs steps towards a room with a light, heās still holding his breathā
āMOSSHEAD, STOP!!!ā
Fingernails dig into his arm as heās pulled back, his leg hovering just shy of the last step.
He breathes. The fog clears.
He stares at the ground in front of him.
The stairwell he climbed dropped off into a deep, dark pit, several stories of floor having collapsed a long time ago. The light he saw earlier was gone, the echoing voice quieted, and Zoro blinks away the memories as best he can.
It takes a few moments to will himself to turn back to the hand on his bicep.
Itās Sanji.
Itās the cook. A little banged up, but no more than usual. Heās alive. Heās fine. And heās staring at Zoro like he does when heās half-dead in the infirmary.
āIdiot, you nearly fell to your early demise!!ā He yells, finally releasing his grip on Zoroās arm. He doesnāt mention how the cook was holding it so hard, there were red indents. āEven you couldnāt survive that fall, and Iām sure there are spikes at the bottom of that chasm! Thereās some freaky shit going on in this place but Iāve found Chopper andāā
Zoroās only half listening.
It wasnāt real.
He knows it wasnāt real. Knew it wasnāt. He was hearing things. He was right, it was a trick.
Heās still gasping for air.
And as Sanji opens his mouth to shoot a jab at him, he stops.
Zoro belatedly realizes that he grabbed Sanjiās hand at some point, thumb pressed into the palm like heās searching for some give in his skin. A scar or wound that should be there, but isnāt. He waits for a kick that doesnāt come, his breath still uneven, and oh how he hates that. Hates his body losing control. He tries to take deep breaths, Sanjiās hand an anchor. And when he refocuses on Sanjiās face, itās softened, brow furrowed in concern, not confusion.
He understood, somehow.
Zoro doesnāt let his grip up. Sanji doesnāt make him let go.
They donāt say anything as they start walking back together, their crewmates clearly unnerved by the sight when they reunite without a fight.
Itās only when theyāre back on the Sunny, smoking and drinking by the railing under nightfall, that either of them speaks.
āWhat did you hear?ā Sanji whispers, so quiet that Zoro nearly missed it. He could ignore it if he so chose, and the cook is fully aware.
Instead, he looks ahead, biting the inside of his cheek before replying. āWhat did you?ā
Heās ready to be hit with a retort about dodging the question, but that doesnāt come either. The tension makes Zoro wish that Sanji would just hit him with a kick or a verbal jab. But instead, a sidelong glance spots Sanji twisting his cigarette in his mouth, thinking. Slowly, like trying not to spook a wild animal, he reached out to grab Zoroās bicep, in nearly the exact same place he grabbed last time.
āHelp.ā
Zoroās eye widens, Sanji slowly turning to meet his gaze.
āYou were callingā¦ for help.ā He says, trying to keep his face level even as his voice cracks.
And Zoro wants to look away, to make a joke, throw a tease, say something, ANYTHING, to make the memories go away, to force himself to forget knowing exactly what Sanji heard, to chuck them out like a bottle to sea, to be found any other day than today.
But instead he nods, a mournful grimace creeping on his face.
āYeah,ā Zoro whispers, the quiet night stretching between them. The only sounds to be heard are the gentle shifts of Zoroās hand over the cookās, and the drip of Sanjiās tears against the Sunny railing.
two things I told myself was 1. the mermaid caviar fic was probably gonna be the only zosan fic I wrote and 2. I would probably never write nsfw. And maybe the second point will still not happen if I don't finish this but. lol.
I'm sure it's been done before but sitting back and thinking about how that one scene in ep 5 of ore monogatari/my love story would make a really cute zosan or lusan scene, my brain is broken:
sanji makes everyone cookies and when everyone bites into it, nami is the first to exclaim that they're REALLY salty. Sanji is confused before realizing that, for the first time in years, he mixed salt and sugar because he was baking while distracted and didn't taste them.
he's super upset, of course, apologizing desperately and yelling for everyone to stop eating and spit them out. Zoro and Luffy, however, don't budge, saying there's nothing wrong with them and they still want to eat what he made. Sanji is looking at them dazed ššš
he mumbles something about them having iron stomachs and weakly says it's his job as cook to make sure they eat proper things and not garbage but the gesture catches him so off guard that he can't help but kinda melt. He starts on a new, proper batch immediately after they finish
