16 Works by hockloogie
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It's an eye-catching movement. Like spying someone eat, it’s instinctual in some way, to want to glance at, to see if your hunger pangs at the sight.
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Sanji becomes Doflamingo's private chef and learns what it means to be part of his world.
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Doflamingo watched Monet's face carefully. Her eyes shut as if it might kill her, eyebrows tipped towards her bangs. She felt good. The way she offered herself, the way she starved for him. His palm burned, the ice of her skin stinging him where he pressed to the small of her back, where his hand rested close enough to her spine that he could bury himself into her to grasp it. He let out a long breath, one that emptied his lungs as he forced her to wait for him. She wouldn't move. She wouldn't ask for more and he knew it. She shook and leaked and trembled for him.
“Oh Monet–”
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“What's it to you, huh? You gonna go file a complaint for me? Worry about yourself.”
The man laughs, brushing his knee as he crosses his legs again. “Well, I think if anyone hears your complaint it should be me.”
Sanji barks a laugh, turning in his seat to stare at him. He's got crazy eyes, he knows he’s got crazy eyes he can feel it.
“Yeah? Why's that? You gonna go back there and fix my car yourself? Guy like you?”
The man laughs again, his smile bright as he shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. But– as the owner, I should take your experience seriously, shouldn't I?”
Sanji's jaw tightens, embarrassment flooding him again.
“You're the owner? Yeah right!" he barks " If you're the owner, give me a damn discount then.” He scoffs.
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If Rosinante were to date anyone, he’d probably be hoping to get married, huh? Sanji mulls it over. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of some random future where he and Rosinante lived together. Where he got to spend his days coming home to him, cooking for them both. Maybe Rosinante's not married because he never wanted to be tied down or– maybe he’s just waiting on someone specific.
His stomach aches and he regrets the distant ‘someone like me’ that drifts abstractly through his mind. Because he knows that's not the case, but it could be. He’s getting his life together too. He could be someone that suits Rosinante.
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Doflamingo captures the Strawhat Pirates' cook. Planning to use him to hinder the enemy, he never expected himself to relive the tragedy of his past.
When he meets Sanji, he is reminded of his late brother. As Doflamingo sees more and more in Sanji which reminds him of Rosinante, he falls into a spiral of wanting to raise his brother from the dead.Meanwhile, Sanji, in the grip of a puppet master aiming to erase his identity, finds a way to survive his torment so that he can return to his friends. Living in an illusion that forces him to be someone he's never met, he's faced with more tragedy than he could have ever imagined.
Dark fic! If you're sensitive to anything tagged, or angst/pain/whump in general I suggest you exercise caution. Read the tags, read the before-chapter notes for more info.
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Crocodile shakes his head, his hand cutting through the tension in the air. "I won't play games."
Doflamingo's tongue slides over his gums, the taste of blood feeling playful enough. He's tiring of it too— listening to the man deny him. Rejection isn't real, it's a step on the way, it is part of the game. He enjoys it even, having someone who won't melt in his hand. But it is infuriating. While the man doesn't melt, he spills through his grip, drifting away before he can collect it, nothing left to lick from his palm.
"What a sore loser." He exhales, his posture loosening to lean his hip against the wall.
Their first meeting goes as well as you could expect.
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Sanji's eyes lower, landing on Doflamingo's chest.
His chin tips upwards when Doflamingo leans closer. He watches as his lips part, he can feel Doflamingo's breath against his, their noses just barely grazing.
“Do you want to fuck me, Sanji?”
Sanji learns something new about Doflamingo and he can't stop thinking about it
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The World Nobles are well aware of what Donquixote Doflamingo knows, after all. That’s why he has to die.
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Doflamingo notices something amiss in the palace. The hunt begins.
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Really, It's nothing like the movies. In the movies they crash and burn, get too big for their britches, cops show up and they either end up dead or a snitch.
Sanji taps the steering wheel as he cruises down the highway.
His end will be boring.
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“I thought it was interesting you weren't scared— I guess this is just how you handle things, hm?”
It presses against his hair, fingers trailing to trace the shell of his ear. His chest feels heavier with it, the burden of his deformities comforting himself in his time of isolated need. It's gentle with him as it moves, the sound of it lowering itself, crooked and sharp knees pressing to the floorboards. His eyelids flutter, he wants to open them. His fear tells him he shouldn't let such a thing go unchecked.
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“I don’t really do joyrides with strangers,” Sanji retorts. Even if he did, this guy’s the biggest walking red flag he’s ever seen, a hundred bad decisions all wrapped up in a leathery Miami tan and a gaudy print shirt.
“Ohh,” Doflamingo laughs, “I thought you were letting loose, hm?” His hand presses to his new friend’s back, sliding low until his fingers bump into his belt. “We’ll get to know each other then.” When he isn't swatted away, he moves closer until his chest is pressing to the blonde's shoulder. “My name is Doflamingo.” His eyes trace the man's profile, thrilled by how much he's already gotten away with. “Am I still a stranger, or do we need to be closer than just sharing names?”
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Through many stages of life, Vergo struggles to keep his place beside Doflamingo.
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As much as he desired it, his structure wasn't hollow. He wasn't weightless. On this level he lived, he was burdened by the atmosphere, by the solid bones under his skin. He could fly because he willed it. Because he was strong enough to hold his own weight.
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Crocodile unknowingly visits Doflamingo shortly after Rosinante's death.
He didn't expect to meet Doflamingo in mourning.
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His body, against his wishes and better judgment, hums pleasantly seeing that Doflamingo has once again come to seek him. Like a game of cat and mouse, or perhaps a drunken canary, past lovers shouldn't sing for the cage door that has already released them.
He feels drowned, sinking and drunk. He feels like he's dying of thirst and enjoying Crocodile in this way will only ever make him seek more. A mouthful of the sea water, the thirst will never end– a wasteland and an enemy of the sea, he'll always be left thirsting for an oasis that doesn't exist.