The next few of these are from a prompt challenge on tumblr where users send in a star and a pairing and I generated a random AU from the list.

Usernamesrus asked for DoffyxSanji and I generated a New Neighbors!AU

1,117 words
Rated T

The guy next door was… strange. That was putting it mildly really. If he was being honest, the new guy next door freaked Sanji out. He wasn't sure exactly why, the guy hadn't really done anything to Sanji. He'd only moved in a couple of days ago, but so far things had been quiet. Suspiciously so, actually. Sanji's last neighbor was always on the move, and though he hadn't been intentionally loud, the walls here with thin and Sanji could hear almost every move he made. From this new neighbor, however… nothing.

Maybe it was the way the guy walked. He was unusually tall; he would have easily towered over Sanji, who was of average height. However, the man walked hunched over and bow legged, as if he were trying to appear shorter but take up more space width wise. Or maybe it was his tacky clothing. Pattered pants and a shirt that hung open far too wide, topped off with a hideous jacket made of pink feathers made for an awful combination.

Maybe it was something about the man's eyes, though they were hidden behind rose-colored shades. Even if he couldn't see them, the few times Sanji had seen and spoken to the man, he swore he could feel them on him, looking him over from head to toe, violating him with their stare. They were hungry, predatory.

Sanji decided his best course of action would be to avoid the man entirely. He didn't think he would have a problem doing that.

Sanji's resolve to avoid his new neighbor was undone by his neighbor's continual visits. Over the course of one week, the man had to have been over to Sanji's place at least twice a day each day. Every time, he made some request to borrow something; the blender, a frying pan, some type of cleaning solution. He even came over and asked for a goddamned cup of sugar!

Each time he came, he had the same excuse: He was still unpacking, and things were chaotic, so couldn't Sanji help his neighbor out? Sanji wasn't a complete jerk, he'd remembered what a mess he'd had when he first moved in. He'd called on his neighbor for help once or twice as well, though never to this extent. He tried to be patient and help his new neighbor, no matter how creepy the man was.

On Sunday of last week, his new neighbor, Doflamingo, had borrowed a set of cooking knives from Sanji. Sanji's cooking knives were very important to him, custom made just for him and his most trusted set, but Doflamingo promised he'd return the knives first thing the next morning.

That had been a week ago. Sanji wanted his knives back.

He decided the only way he could get his things back from his neighbor would be to go over and ask for them. Despite his aversion to the disturbing man and his unwillingness to speak with him, Sanji mustered up his wits and headed next door to reclaim his property.

"Come in," the voice on the other side of the door replied pleasantly to Sanji's knock.

Sanji hesitated a moment. He was hoping they could deal with this at the front door, and quickly. Entering the man's apartment felt… dangerous. Sanji assured himself he was being silly, his new neighbor had only ever been polite so far, if you excused his not returning Sanji's things immediately, and Sanji really did need those knives back. With that in mind, he pushed open the door.

The apartment was not as Sanji expected. Given that the man was borrowing Sanji's things while he was unpacking his own, Sanji expected to find the place a mess of boxes and misplaced furniture. Instead, he entered into an ornately designed room, lavishly decorated and fit for a king. Even the walls had been painted, though Sanji was pretty sure that went against the rental agreement.

"You've finally come," Doflamingo's voice rang out clear from a large, comfortable looking arm chair in the living room. The apartment was such an array of colors and textures that Sanji almost hadn't seen him sitting there.

"Uh, yeah," Sanji replied, thinking that was an odd way to be greeted. "I hoping I could get some of my stuff back now," he tried to sound as confident as possible, but those eyes were on him again. He could feel the heavy gaze looking him over and it made him uneasy. "Since you're all moved in."

"I was waiting for you to come over to get it," Doflamingo said. "I thought it would be the easiest way to lure you over."

Sanji frowned. "What?"

Doflamingo was surprisingly fast for someone who walked with such poor posture. Before Sanji could make much sense of what was happening, Doflamingo was out of his chair and much closer than Sanji was comfortable with, circling him like a shark and keeping that disturbing gaze.

"You're quite an attractive man," Doflamingo commented. "I was hoping to be able to speak to you in a more private setting."

Sanji swallowed thickly at the words. A nauseous feeling of discomfort was welling in his stomach.

"But it took you much longer than I expected…" Doflamingo chuckled, a hissing fufufu sound.

This had been a trap. Sanji wasn't entirely sure what Doflamingo's plans for him were, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know either. No matter what, he doubted they were anything good. All the polite requests for help from Doflamingo had been lies, he'd never needed anything from Sanji. He'd been lying to lure Sanji in, and Sanji had followed right along with the act like a puppet on strings.

"Now then," Doflamingo started, and Sanji felt a single finger run the length of his spine, from his waist to the base of his neck where it brushed gently against the skin and caused Sanji to tense. His tension only lasted a moment. Screw the knives. Sanji could always custom order a new set. He didn't need them back that badly.

Before Doflamingo could finish his sentence, Sanji was out the door, down the short expanse of hallway that separated their apartments entrances, and into his own apartment once more. He quickly slammed the deadbolt home and secured the chain latch, just in case.

He felt sick, violated. Whatever words hung in that unfinished sentence, Sanji never wanted to find out. Whoever Doflamingo was, he was no one Sanji wanted to know. Sanji was moving, as soon as possible. He'd stay in a hotel for the time being if he had to. Anything, but he was not going to stay here anymore. Not with that new neighbor next door.