#but bepo wont part from law when they are about to leave polar tang hes all brave that he will tolerate the heat like a strong boy

[baby-xemnas]

aesthetic of Hearts doing the same thing as they did at Wano but in Arabasta (sans the getting captured for no reason part) but getting dressed up and being inconvenienced by bepo? so fun

he hates this desert country he is way too warm they can only go out during the night

[purplehairedwonder]

Lead Me Back to Suffering Chapter 1

Fandom: One Piece Rating: R Pairings: Trafalgar Law/Donquixote Doflamingo (Non-consensual), Trafalgar Law/Monkey D. Luffy (eventual) Words: 4,718 Characters: Trafalgar Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Monkey D. Luffy, Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, Kin’emon Warnings: Rape/Non-con Note: This was written for the “Kidnapping” square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo @badthingshappenbingo​ card. Anon prompted Law and Luffy.

The title comes from the Vertical Horizon song “Shackled.”

Summary: In the wake of Kaido's fall, Law is kidnapped from the shores of Wano.

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Law huffed irritably as he stalked down the coast toward the Polar Tang. He could still hear the raucous celebrations of the Straw Hats, his own idiots, and their allies further inland, and it set his teeth on edge. In the days since Kaido had fallen and Wano had been freed of his tyrannical rule, there had been endless celebrations—and pirates, as was their wont, did not shy away from parties. Especially ones thrown in their honor.

Luffy might refuse to consider himself a hero (“I’d never share my meat, Torao!” he’d said, aghast, when Law had joked about it after Dressrosa), but that did not change the perceptions of the people of Wano. And that high regard extended to the Heart and the Kid Pirates as well. Despite losses, injuries, and the impending need to rebuild a once-isolated country, the parties had continued.

Law, however, had grown tired of the goings on. He’d never been particularly sociable, even as a child, and years of being seen as a monster when white spots dotted his skin only reinforced his antipathy toward social interaction. His nakama were the exception to that, and even then, he was usually on the perimeter of gatherings rather than the center—unlike his allied captain.

Besides, he and Chopper, between treating the various injuries of the combatants, were working together to figure out how to reverse the effects of the failed SMILEs. Doflamingo might not be creating them anymore, what with the SAD supply on Punk Hazard destroyed and the factory on Dressrosa dismantled, but there were still plenty in circulation, and Law intended to erase their ugly mark on the world—one final fuck you to Doflamingo, as it were. Since Luffy had let him live.

That afternoon, he’d been trying to study his notes when yet another celebration had broken out. Luffy had tried to drag him into the impromptu party, and Law had irritably pulled himself free of the rubbery limbs and snapped at his allied captain about having work to do. Luffy had pouted, so, rather than resort to removing body parts, Law had headed for his ship for some peace and quiet to continue his work.

Kikoku in one hand and his pile of notes in the other, he was crossing the deck of the Tang toward the door when he heard something clatter behind him. Law felt his irritation spike. Was just a few minutes of peace so much to ask for?

Apparently, when you were allied with Straw Hat Luffy.

He didn’t think anyone would blame him if he removed an arm or leg at this point. (He’d put it back eventually. Probably.)

“Straw Hat-ya, I thought I told you—” he started, spinning around. But the other captain was nowhere to be seen. Law frowned and glanced around. The deck was empty. What—

His Observation Haki flared just a moment too late, his senses and body both still recovering, as a loud crack rang out through the air. Law’s eyes widened and he gasped as pain ripped through the back of his right shoulder and exploded down his arm. The strength drained from his still-healing body, and Kikoku clattered to the deck next to him while his papers slipped from his fingers and scattered across the wood. He sank to his knees, his body seeming to move on its own.

Seastone bullet, he realized as he reached behind him to feel a hole in his shirt and wetness spreading on the fabric. His hand came back red. He looked down at the undamaged front of his shirt; the bullet hadn’t exited.

Kneeling on the deck of his own ship, Law couldn’t make his body move. Between the new gunshot, the half-healed wounds from fighting Kaido and Big Mom, and the weakening effects of the Seastone, his limbs felt impossibly weighed down.

He cursed as he watched a shadow rising behind him, a large figure with a gun in hand. Law pushed his pained body to move—to do something—as the shadow approached, and he managed to twist himself halfway around before the butt of the gun slammed into his temple. Another wave of pain jolted through his body, and he had the faintest sensation of falling as everything went dark.

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“Torao!” Luffy called, approaching the Polar Tang. “Enough work! Come play with the rest of your crew.” And me was left unsaid but still obvious in the demand.

“I don’t think that will encourage him to come out,” Shachi muttered, hands stuffed in his pockets, as he, Penguin, and Bepo followed the Straw Hat captain toward their ship.

They’d managed to distract Straw Hat for a couple of hours before he’d decided Law had worked for long enough and demanded his allied captain join them. The three Hearts had shared glances and just hoped their captain had had enough time to himself to avoid murdering or dismembering their ally before joining him in his retrieval mission.

There was no movement from the ship, but if Law were inside, he probably hadn’t heard them approach anyway. Luffy hopped up onto the deck while Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo climbed the ladder on the stern to join him.

“Torao!” Luffy called again before making a confused sound.

Shachi pulled himself onto the deck then froze, his eyes going wide at the sight that greeted him.

“What the—” Penguin said as he joined Shachi.

Bepo inhaled sharply as he came up behind them.

There were papers scattered around the deck. Kikoku lay discarded near the railing, and Law’s hat rested ominously by itself.

What had happened? Shachi mutely walked over to Kikoku and knelt next to the nodachi; he could feel something vibrating in the air from the cursed blade. Anger? Worry?

Law didn’t go anywhere without his sword—or if he did, he was always deliberate with where or with whom he left her. He wouldn’t just leave the sword on the deck of the ship, no matter how annoyed he’d been when he stormed off.

“These are Law’s notes,” Penguin said quietly somewhere to Shachi’s right. He was looking down at the strewn papers. Law had copious notes on the SMILEs that he’d been trying to go over when he’d left the group in a huff. Law was meticulous with his work—had been for as long as Shachi had known him—so there was no way he would just drop his papers.

“Torao’s hat,” Luffy said, bending over and picking up the fuzzy item a few feet from the fallen blade. He stared at it for a long moment before looking back up at the Hearts, expression unreadable.

“There’s blood,” Bepo said, nose twitching. “It’s… Captain’s.”

There was a small bloodstain on the wood of the deck. It was far from a fatal amount, but combined with Law’s sword, hat, and notes, it was clear there had been an attack.

Shachi and Penguin exchanged glances before hurrying into the ship, splitting up to check every square inch for their captain. Maybe he’d been wounded in the attack and was treating his injuries. But Law wasn’t in the infirmary. Or his room. Or any of his usual haunts.

By the time Shachi and Penguin emerged back into the daylight, they’d covered every inch of the ship and hadn’t found anything—or anyone—out of place. Law didn’t seem to have entered the ship at all. Shachi shook his head when Bepo and Luffy looked at him. Bepo’s shoulders drooped while Luffy’s expression darkened.

“We have to find him.”

“But where…” Penguin started to ask but was cut off by approaching shouts.

“Luffy-dono! Law-dono!” Kin’emon called, running toward them. He skidded to a halt at the edge of the coastline and doubled over, huffing. He was still recovering from the heavy damage he’d taken from Kaido and probably shouldn’t be running, Shachi thought absently. “Luffy-dono,” he panted. “Terrible news. Where’s Law-dono? He’ll want to see this too.”

“He’s…not here,” Penguin said after a moment, voice strained.

Kin’emon frowned, glancing between the somber figures on the Tang’s deck.

“What is it, Kin’emon?” Shachi asked wearily. Their captain was missing. What else could be so terrible?

Kin’emon straightened and held up a newspaper. With the borders of Wano opening again, they’d started getting News Coos, though because Wano was not part of the regular distribution pattern yet, the papers were often days, or even weeks, old.

Shachi stiffened as he registered the front page. Penguin cursed and Bepo whined.

“Doflamingo escaped Impel Down,” Kin’emon said. “He’s out.”

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The first thing Law felt as consciousness returned was pain. He screwed his eyes further shut as fire seemed to consume his entire body, but after a few moments of breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, he was able to start cataloging the sensations more clinically and recognized the pain as coming from his head and shoulder.

Right, he’d been shot in the shoulder with a Seastone bullet and hit in the head with a gun. Gunshot wound and possible concussion. He’d faced far worse than that.

As he continued to assess his situation, he realized he was sitting in a chair. He could also feel the telltale weakness of Seastone, but it didn’t seem to be radiating from his shoulder anymore. Had someone removed the bullet? And where was the weakness coming from then?

Ah. His wrists, which were positioned behind the chair he sat in, were weighed down with shackles. Seastone restraints, no doubt. And he was held to the chair with—

His eyes flew open, and he stared down at strings wrapping around his chest, trapping him in the chair. His breath caught in his throat. He’d recognize those strings anywhere.

It wasn’t possible. He was locked up in Impel Down.

You knew Impel Down wouldn’t be enough to hold him, a mocking voice said in the back of his mind. What are bars and bureaucracy to a former Celestial Dragon?

You never should have let him live.

But it hadn’t been Law’s choice to make that day, he thought with no little bitterness. Luffy had been the one to land the final blow to end Doflamingo’s reign over Dressrosa, and he’d chosen to let the man—the monster of Law’s nightmares—live. Law had tried, had given it everything, but he’d been too weak; he’d been forced to the sidelines, one arm useless and his stamina depleted. He’d only been able to watch the fight he’d spent more than a decade preparing for play out in front of him, a spectator to the last.

Cora-san had been unable to pull the trigger, and Luffy had refused to.

Feeling the familiar beginning of a panic attack, Law forced himself to breathe, counting each breath slowly and evenly, until panic ebbed. Swallowing, he took in his surroundings. He was tied to a chair at a small table across from a second empty chair. This seemed to be a bedroom of sorts—there was also a bed, nightstand, and dresser as well as several doors. One must lead outside but the others… perhaps a bathroom and closet? The room was sparsely decorated, and the curtains were drawn over the windows, though the fading light coming through indicated it was nearing dusk.

That meant he’d been unconscious for hours. He could feel the familiar movement of the ocean, meaning they were on a ship. Who knew how far from Wano he could be. How far from his nakama…

Law’s head jerked up as one of the doors opened, and his hands balled into fists behind his back as Doflamingo stepped through the door. He paused, lips quirking upward when he met Law’s eyes through those infuriating sunglasses.

“Good, you’re awake.” He shut the door behind him and entered the room, coming to stand a few feet in front of Law.

“The security at Impel Down must truly be atrocious,” Law drawled.

Doflamingo chuckled. “You didn’t really think a mere prison would hold me, did you, Law?”

“I’m not as naïve as Straw Hat-ya.”

“No,” Doflamingo agreed. “You’ve always been many things, but naïve is not one of them.” He paused. “I must commend you, however, on the success of your alliance. Defeating Kaido?” He shook his head. “Very impressive. I’d like to think I may have played at least a small part in the man you’ve become.”

Law pursed his lips. They both knew full well that Law had been irrevocably shaped by Doflamingo’s influence. Law, for his part, wasn’t entirely sure who he was without his vendetta against this man driving him. Taking on Kaido alongside Luffy had been a good distraction from that reflection, but since Kaido’s fall, the thoughts had returned in full force—especially with the Straw Hats’ not so subtle hints at learning whether Law intended to continue their alliance. Rather than deal with those questions, he’d jumped headfirst into reversing the effects of the failed SMILEs.

And now…

Now, it seemed Law was unable to rid himself of Doflamingo’s corrosive influence whether he wanted to be or not.

“What do you want?” he demanded rather than rise to the bait.

Doflamingo pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Can’t a pirate break out of an impenetrable fortress and travel halfway across the New World to kidnap his one-time protégé just to congratulate him on taking down an Emperor?”

Law was unimpressed.

“Fine, fine,” Doflamingo relented, before slowly starting to move around the room, a feral cat preparing to stalk its prey. Law forced himself not to tense as Doflamingo disappeared behind his back.

“Since my untimely arrest, there has been a vacuum in the underworld, and fools like the Vinsmokes had no idea what they were getting into when they tried to fill it. But there’s only one person capable of weaving all those webs without getting trapped themselves.”

“Joker,” Law supplied, starting to see where this was going.

“That’s right,” Doflamingo purred, breath warm against Law’s ear. Law was unable to fully suppress his shudder, and Doflamingo chuckled. “Fufufu.” Then he was standing in front of Law again, towering over him like Law was still a child. “I’m going to take back my empire. And you’re going to help me, Law.”

Law blinked, momentarily unsure he’d heard correctly. Then he barked a laugh. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“To make amends, of course.”

“Amends,” Law replied flatly.

“It’s your fault it came to this,” Doflamingo replied, as if the answer were obvious. “Without your little… temper tantrum, I would still be ruling Dressrosa, as is my birthright.”

“Temper tantrum?” Law repeated, fury erupting in his veins at the dismissal of more than a decade’s worth of planning to avenge Cora-san—his savior—as the unreasonable reaction of a toddler. He jerked at the shackles secured behind him, the Seastone biting sharply into his skin in response. “You killed Cora-san.”

“Yes, yes, we’ve been over this,” Doflamingo said, bored. He waved a dismissive hand. “My traitor of a brother ‘saved’ you. I remember. But what about what I lost?”

“Your brother?” Law supplied, newly enraged at Doflamingo’s dismissal of Cora-san’s life. His goodness. His value.

“My righthand man,” Doflamingo retorted. “Not only did I lose my brother, but I also lost my second Corazon. And you should have been the third, my second-in-command, Law. We could have ruled together. But when he gave you the Ope Ope no Mi, Rosinante took that away. From both of us.” He tilted his head consideringly. “I suppose you also cost me my first Corazon, too, didn’t you?”

Law’s eyes narrowed, but he ignored the reference to Vergo. “I’m not going to do that operation. Not for anyone, but especially not you.”

“We’ll see,” Doflamingo said, pacing once more. “But that fruit is valuable for more than just that ability. Combined with your medical knowledge and tactical skills, it truly is the ultimate Devil Fruit. Kaido learned that the hard way.”

Something about that statement slotted the puzzle pieces into place in Law’s mind. “You could have escaped at any time,” Law realized. “But you waited until Kaido was no longer a threat. Impel Down was protecting you from him.” He huffed a laugh. “Unbelievable.”

But it wasn’t really unbelievable at all; it was exactly the sort of opportunistic move Doflamingo would make, spinning even the worst situation to his own advantage.

Doflamingo’s lips twitched. “Very good. But it’s not the only reason.” He stopped, mid-turn on his heel, to look at Law. “Do you know what they’re saying about you now?”

“I really don’t care.”

“That you could be the next Emperor. Take Kaido’s place.” Law blinked in surprise as Doflamingo chuckled “Fufufu. Little Law, first a Warlord and now perhaps an Emperor. Quite the meteoric rise, considering where you began.”

Law wasn’t feeling particularly regal, bound to a chair and shackled in Seastone as he was.

“Even if that’s true,” he retorted, “you’ve still given me no reason to help you.”

“You know what kind of Family we are, Law,” Doflamingo said, pausing once more to stare Law down. “No one leaves the Donquixote Family. Not without paying the price.” Law opened his mouth to argue, but Doflamingo cut him off, voice turning cold. “Not even you. You will help, either as a partner or prisoner. But you will help me.” The strings suddenly fell away from Law’s chest. “Your choice.”

“Go to hell,” Law growled, surging out of the chair at the other man, rage driving him forward. The logical voice in the back of his mind was screaming that this was a trap, that he couldn’t do anything without his fruit or blade, but his body wasn’t listening to logic; it was running on pure emotion.

Doflamingo tsked as he stepped aside, sticking one foot out to catch Law off balance. Law cursed as his feet tangled up beneath him then gasped as he was slammed face-first into the wall. His vision whited out as a hand squeezed his shoulder, pain exploding from the gunshot wound, and he sagged bonelessly against the wall, his healing wounds protesting the movement.

He’d clearly been spending too much time around Luffy to pull such a thoughtless move.

He came back to himself just as a metallic click sounded loudly in his ears. His eyes widened as Doflamingo murmured into his ear, “I admit, I was hoping you’d say that.”

Law swallowed, only to feel pressure at his throat. His hands—suddenly free from the shackles—went to his throat; his fingers grazed cool metal that pulled strength from even the slightest touch. Seastone—and dense, too.

Horrified, he tried to whirl around, but Doflamingo was still pressed up behind him, his weight an immovable object in Law’s current condition.

“A collar?” he could only hiss. He’d been collared. Like an animal. Like a slave. “You son of a bitch.”

Joker had been one of the biggest names in the slave trade for years—of course he would do something like this.

Jean Bart wasn’t the only freed slave on Law’s crew; between his nakama and his time both with and later studying Donquixote Family, Law had a very clear understanding of what the collar meant—especially to Doflamingo.

Law jerked as strings suddenly wrapped around his wrists and pulled him backwards with force. He let out an off oof as his back hit something soft—the bed—and his arms were pulled taut over his head, strings digging painfully into his wrists. Law gasped as pain lanced down his shoulder from his gunshot wound to his fingers. He looked up to see the strings around his wrists winding tightly around the bedposts at the head of the bed. Panic rising in his chest, he turned back to see Doflamingo watching him from the end of the bed. He swallowed again, painfully aware of the Seastone collar.

“I told you, Law,” Doflamingo said, approaching his captive, “that there was a price to pay for the last thirteen years.”

With a growing sense of urgency, Law pulled at the restraints on his wrists but found no give, and Doflamingo chuckled. “Fufufu. What kind of price did you think I meant, Law?” The larger man knelt on the edge of the bed, his expression predatory.

Law jerked futilely against his bonds. “No.”

Heart pounding in his ears, Law knew he nowhere to flee. His best chance was to fight Doflamingo at every step, to make the conquest more trouble than it was worth. As Doflamingo moved toward him, the mattress dipping under his weight, Law aimed a kick at his head. His leg came to an abrupt stop as Doflamingo grabbed it, eyes never leaving Law’s face. Shit. Law struggled to free his leg, but the other man’s grip tightened painfully around his ankle. Unwilling to give in so easily, Law twisted and bent his other knee, aiming a kick at Doflamingo’s other side—but that foot was also stopped midair.

He was reminded, then, of being held midair by one arm, completely vulnerable right before Doflamingo…

Law swallowed once more.

Doflamingo tsked. “You never know when a fight has been lost, do you, Law?”

Strings wrapped around Law’s ankles and, like the ones around his wrists, pulled Law’s legs taut as they tightened around the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Law swiped his tongue across his lips, frantically assessing his options. Spread out on complete display like a specimen prepared for dissection, Law didn’t see any.

Dammit.

“I confess,” Doflamingo went on, “I’ve always liked that about you. That tenacity is what has kept you alive for so long. It’s why I wanted you at my side. Then and now.”

“Well, we don’t always get what we want,” Law retorted, doing his best to keep his voice even.

Doflamingo merely hummed in response as he shifted to straddle Law’s hips. Law tried to twist away, but Doflamingo’s weight held him firm. Defeated, Law stared up at the ceiling. He could feel that Doflamingo was hard.

“We’ll see about that,” Doflamingo said.

Law tensed as large hands worked their way slowly up and down his sides, rucking up his shirt. Moments later, there was a ripping sound and Law couldn’t help but look down in surprise to see Doflamingo pulling his ripped t-shirt away, leaving his upper body exposed. He shut his eyes as Doflamingo’s fingers started lightly tracing over his tattoos. The touch was far more tender than it had any right to be, and it made Law’s skin crawl and nausea roil in his gut.

“You know,” Doflamingo said after a long moment, and Law opened his eyes but didn’t look at the other man. “The first time I heard the name of your crew, I laughed.” Law’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t trust his voice in the moment to respond. “It was foolish of me—I realize that now—but I thought you were sending me a message.”

“I was,” Law gritted out. He jolted as Doflamingo’s fingers found his nipple and squeezed. He could feel himself growing hard at the attention so forced his mind to thoughts of his crew and allies. How long before they would realize he was missing?

He didn’t doubt they would move heaven and earth searching for him, but…

How would they find him?

“I had hoped you meant you were coming home,” Doflamingo went on, his other hand working at Law’s other nipple, and Law fought not to squirm. “And, I suppose, you did come home eventually. But I was not expecting an unhealthy preoccupation with my brother to be the thing that brought you back.”

“Unhealthy preoccupation—” Law’s eyes snapped furiously at Doflamingo, and he cut himself off as he realized his mistake. Doflamingo had been baiting him, and he grinned viciously when he met Law’s eyes, grinding down against Law’s growing erection. Law groaned at the friction despite himself, and his head flopped back against the pillows.

“We’ll have to correct that little flaw.”

Doflamingo’s hands continued tracing Law’s body, fingers finding the scars from the bullets he’d pumped into Law. He paused his ministrations, the tips of his fingers lingering on the scar tissue so long that Law risked a glance down at him.

“The lead bullets were a bit on the nose, don’t you think?” Law scoffed, breaking the quiet. He was pleased his voice didn’t crack.

Doflamingo started at the sound of his voice then snorted. “I thought you’d appreciate a personal touch.” His hands started moving again, finding smaller scars from other string attacks and lingering on them, too, as if reliving the damage he’d done to Law that day in Dressrosa. Sick bastard.

Law hissed then as Doflamingo leaned forward to touch his right arm, fingers finding the ugly knot of scar tissue from the reattachment of his arm. The gunshot wound in his shoulder throbbed against Doflamingo’s touch. Law turned away, eyes finding the far wall while his skin crawled under the other man’s touch. He couldn’t suppress his shudder as he felt the vibration of Doflamingo’s humming in his chest as he caressed the scar that was the source of many nightmares since Dressrosa.

Finally, the fingers withdrew from their mapping of Law’s skin. The relief was temporary, however, as Doflamingo shifted, and the sound of zipper echoed through the room. Law’s eyes widened.

No.

Law writhed, trying to get away anew, but his bindings held him fast and the growing pain from his wounds—both old and new—was wearing him down as surely as the Seastone. Doflamingo pulled Law’s jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and Law’s head spun. As Doflamingo’s hand wrapped around Law’s erection, Law’s mind went blank, and he felt Doflamingo’s movements and his body’s reflective responses as if from a great distance.

Dissociation, the medical part of his brain informed him. A defense mechanism against trauma.

When Law slowly came back to himself, he was surprised to see that the bedroom was dark; night had fallen at some point. His entire body ached, but Law still forced himself to assess his surroundings. He was still on the bed, but his wrists were free, and a blanket had been pulled up over him. Law didn’t need to look to know that the even sounds of breathing from next to him were Doflamingo’s. His stomach turned at the thought. Taking a breath, Law lifted the blanket. He was naked beneath the fabric, but that was not what caught his attention; though his wrists had been freed, his right ankle was still bound by string and connected to a bedpost.

When he pulled at the string, he noted there was some slack to it. Was Doflamingo that confident Law wouldn’t turn that on him? At the moment, though, Law was so weak, he wouldn’t have put up much of a fight, even if he caught the other man off guard. Frowning, Law forced his battered body into a sitting position. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Doflamingo was still asleep, then unsteadily pushed himself to his feet. He needed to…

He needed to…

He didn’t know what he needed.

Instead, he tested the slack of the string, which surprisingly allowed him to make it to the window but no further. He pulled back a curtain to see a particularly dark night—new moon, he thought absently—and the reflection of the brightest stars on the black waters of the ocean.

He’d been taken in the mid-afternoon, which meant he’d been sailing away from Wano for at least half a day in who knows what direction. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against the cool glass and shut his eyes. Doflamingo had bound him to keep him from going too far, but where would Law go? He couldn’t use his fruit, he couldn’t swim, and he was unarmed. And he had no idea where he was.

With no other options presenting themselves, Law returned to the bed and slid under the blanket he was apparently expected to share with his nightmare. Keeping his back to the other man, Law pulled his knees up to his chest and stared at the wall, trying not to think.