I own nothing not One Piece not Harry Potter. If I did certain character would be way more appreciated and Blackbeard wouldn't exist.
Chapter 1
Roger looked on helpless to act as the strange men took a hold of his son. It was ten of them and on any other day his crew could have taken them, but something about these men was unnatural. It wasn't the dresses seeing as Roger's navigator loved wearing them (and at times buying some for his fellow crew members), no it was something else. Whatever beam that came from the stick and hit him was, it had completely immobilized him. Roger couldn't speak or move and he was completely at their mercy. Now these people with their boring ugly dresses were taking his son away. He silently begged his boy to run, to save himself. But he knew that damn look on the red-heads face and no words were needed to convey how running wasn't even in the realm of possibility for the boy. As tears swam in those blue-blue eyes Roger couldn't help but damn his sons pigheaded loyalty.
Gol D. Roger woke up from his nightmare covered in sweat with echos of his son exchanging his life for Roger's freedom.
"Stop. Please, just stop. I'll do it. I'll go with you. Just please, please don't hurt them"
His son, his boy. The little redheaded urchin who'd tried to shank him the first time they met, hence his name. They'd been together for almost five years and not once had Rogers called Shanks son, it was always brat or he little cabin boy and now his son was gone.
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Rayleigh looked at his captains quarters and sighed. This had not been in his job description dammit. It had been a week since the men in dresses had stolen Shanks. They had been stupid and overconfident so sure of their prowess and it had cost them. Those bastards hadn't seemed strong at all their haki all but none existent, for fuck's sakes he'd seen Marine recruits from the East Blue with stronger presences. East. Blue. These people had felt oh so very weak they had barely even registered and now Shanks was gone.
Shanks was gone and his captain was a gods damned mess,not that he or the crew fared any better. Roger hadn't come out of his quarters this whole time and nothing Rayleigh did was working. The whole crew was coming undone and Roger's didn't give a damn too busy moping around, but soon the anger would hit and then may the gods have mercy the poor bastards. Rayleigh almost pitied them. Almost. Remembering the look on Shanks face as they took him away, his screams for help quelled any pity Rayleigh might have felt.
Rayleigh knew there was probably only one person who could take Roger out of his funk, but he had hoped Roger recovered before bringing her in. If Roger on a warpath was bad he didn't want to be within a 100 mile radius when Rouge was told about her son being kidnapped, and he was the poor bastard that had to deliver the news. Why oh why did he have to follow Roger, damn him and his stupid charisma.
Rayleigh sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, He squared his shoulder and marched toward the navigation room that housed their den-den moshi. He refused to look around he could feel the pity emitting from the men, sometimes he hated how sharp his observation haki was. As he entered the room Rayleigh gave a prayer to a god he had long since stopped believing in and kicked everyone else out- the more targets Rouge had to vent on caused her anger levels to exponentially increase.
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Rouge was getting worried, it had been a little over a week since she'd heard from her boys, and she knew Roger wouldn't purposely worry her they had a deal dammit. They had shared custody of Shanks (well maybe not in a legal sense) and if that rather bastard irresponsible fuck was trying to renege on it Rouge would rain sulfur and brimstone down on his pretty little head and then take back her kid. As the hours crawled by and no calls came in Rouge felt her anxiety skyrocket, but she planned for the worst. She was so close to stealing a ship and going to check on them and if her son was hurt she'd take her recompense from Roger's hide. Unfortunately, she couldn't just up and leave whenever she damn well pleased anymore, as second in command in the fledgling Revolutionary Army she had responsibilities she couldn't just ignore. But Roger had better pray the Seas have mercy on his soul because when she got her hands on him she sure as hell wouldn't.
As she was pacing around her den-den rang and she felt a moment of inexplicable fear before she shook it away and answered.
"Ya listen here ya son offa bitch you'd best have a damn good explanation for me Gol D. Rogers or so-", she growled out
"Uh, ummm yeah uh. It's-uh That is to say I-uh I'm-uh not-not uh-Roger, uh-umm the uh-thing is Red I-uh I-I meant to call earlier, yeah but I-uh...couldn't. Not because I-uh was uh avoiding you or anything I-uh. Anywho I, okay okay, umm I need you to listen okay and uh I-I umm okay I'm begging you to stay calm yeah? Now, and th-this is uh just a ummm suggestion but uh you're going to want to be sitting down before I explain" interrupted Rayleigh
Rouge glared at her moshi hoping it wasn't lost in translation and Ray could see how unimpressed she was with him.
"Imma have ta clue you in on a itsy bitsy lil' secret Ray-ray 1. Beatin 'round the bush helps all a jack-shit and it only pisses me off. B. Ain't none of what you just said reassuring. So just do ya'self a favor and spit it the fuck out 'fore I find a way ta reach through the fucking moshi and yank your fucking entrails through your fucking eyeballs mmm-kay." Rouge finished with the sweetest smile she could muster.
Mphm pure raw unadulterated fear, her favorite look on a man
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A.N. # 1 so I know I should be working on Tess but I got a new plot bunny stuck in my head and so here we are
A.N. # 2 Can y'all guess who Little Red is?
A.N. # 3 The rating is mainly cause of Rouge tbh.
