Anon: hey! could you write a fic where Zoro and Sanji have a cute "hug-buddy" relationship where they meet at night cause they are both secretly really cuddly? :D

This was really cute, I LOVE cuddle/hug buddy relationship-things

Sanji had never intended this… To become a thing. Whatever it was this was. He wasn't really sure what it was or where it was going to lead him, but he did know that he didn't want it to end.

It had started out as an accident, a complete coincidence and happenstance.

A thin layer of dusty snow had coated the ship, the cold crawling through wooden cracks and into the boy's room. Beds had been forgotten and instead a massive nest of pillows and blankets took up the middle of the room with a mess of snoring bodies on top of it.

Sanji had woken up just along the outside the giant cuddle puddle, his tee shirt hiked up and his pale stomach exposed, a small dribble of drool threatening to stream down his chin. He was pleasantly surprised by the warmth that radiated against his side and snuggled closer to the source, he was too tired and too cold to mind the arm that reached over to wrap around him.

But soon his morning hazy senses faded away and he realized he was tangled up with none other than Zoro. Part of him wanted to flail his way to freedom and escape, and the other part just wanted to stay there and bask in the warmth that is the moronic green haired wonder. His brain must have been short circuited because being there wrapped up in the other man was… actually kind of nice. So he stayed.

Separating in the morning had been weird. Like, really fucking weird. Neither said a word, avoiding eye contact, pulling apart with hands slowly lingering. It wasn't something Sanji really wanted to repeat.

The rest of the day had been difficult. While preparing a lovely breakfast for everyone he could still feel the warmth of Zoro. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but think that crawling into the bastard's hammock tonight and holding him tight was enticing… But for fucks sake this was Zoro he was thinking about.

The second incident happened three days later.

Sanji may or may not have had one wine glass too many, or at least that's what he blamed his actions on. The grassy deck of the sunny was softly illuminated by small paper lanterns, the sounds of drunken giggling crew mates littered the air as they danced across the deck along with brooks happy and slow music.

Sanji was sitting underneath the tree that the single swing hung from, swaying lightly to the gentle violin, enjoying the silent company of Zoro who sat next to him sipping his own drink in peace.

Somehow the drunken mechanics of his mind remembered the night they spent so close to each other, and he could still remember the burning need to be near like that, it was an itch he just couldn't scratch alone. Zoro was so close already, those dark eyes were lazily watching his crewmates on the grass before them, paying no attention to Sanji oh so secretly scooting just a little closer. When Sanji just barely brushed the other man's shoulder the other man's sharp eyes focused down at Sanji in surprise, but he didn't say a word. His silence continued when Sanji gently rested his head on Zoro's shoulder.

Then it was Sanji's turn to be surprised when he felt the man shift and bring his arm around Sanji to pull him closer, Sanji's head naturally moving in the crook of the other man's neck, his hair tickling the edge of Zoro's jaw.

After that, little cuddling 'incidents' continued until it led up to… This. Sanji supposed they were some kind of 'cuddle buddies', as weird as it sounded. But Sanji liked it.

They weren't in a relationship. But they were strange cuddle buddies that met up in the middle of the night in the crow's nest to spoon because for some unknown reason and unseen force that pulled them together like magnets.

Maybe it was the sense of belonging that drew him to it… That feeling that rushed over him in a wave whenever he was near Zoro like that. It was like he had found his place, somewhere outside of his kitchen, where everything felt perfect. When he found All Blue, would he feel like this?

But until he found that legendary ocean, he could settle for this. Whatever this was, now tangled up in Zoro in the crow's nest, his arm wrapped around the swordsman whose back was snug against his stomach. He loved the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, protectively pulling the other man closer.

Yeah, he could settle for this.