This was originally my Witch AU in my Fire Fist - Story Collection. But now it's going to be a proper story instead of mini chapters. Hope you enjoy it!

So this is a big mother/son story between Rouge and Ace, and I am having way too much fun writing these two! They deserved so much more D:

Warnings: Attempted kidnappings (and probably will be actual kidnappings), a ghost terrorising everyone and everything, Bad Language, and if there is more I'll try to cover those as I go along.

Prologue

Rear Admiral Onigumo marched into the brig and approached the cell at the very back. It contained one of the most dangerous prisoners this base has ever had, and one of the most important. They had been forced to use iron chains and seastone to keep their prisoner contained.

Iron chains dampened the magic of witches. It left them weak and docile. Well, it normally did. This woman however had still kicked up a fuss despite them. Dragging down half his men before they finally forced the seastone chains (despite her not even being a Devil Fruit user) on her, pinning her to the wall. Her arms were chained above her head, pinned away from one another. Legs shackled heavily to the floor. They had gagged the pirate with a thick piece of cloth, to keep her from uttering any spells to bewitch his men.

Red eyes met his own, and they sharpened into a glare. Somehow she still looked amused, despite being their prisoner.

"Portgas D. Rouge," Onigumo said, scowling. "You will be escorted to Mariejois under heavy guard. Do not attempt to resist. You have no way of escape. Your ship has been wrecked, and you are alone."

Vice Admiral Borsalino had taken care of her ship. Filled it with holes, much to her complete and utter fury at the time. It had been a struggle to subdue her, especially as she screamed and cursed, going through a bloodthirsty rampage upon anyone who came close.

It took forever for the Vice Admiral to force the iron cuffs on her.

It was annoying that they had to take each witch from the Head Clans alive. If they hurt them badly, or killed them, it would result in the death penalty for all those involved in the witch's pain or death. In Onigumo's opinion, they should just be cut down altogether.

Hibiscus Rouge snorted, eyes darkening, hungry for violence. Onigumo would feel safer executing her here and now. She was a pirate. She deserved death.

But he had his orders.

He turned away, only to see an Ensign run in screaming.

"ROGER PIRATES AND WHITEBEARD PIRATES! THEY ARE SAILING RIGHT FOR US!"

That was when the entire island shook.

"Finally."

He froze, before whirling back round, seeing Portgas D. Rouge punching her way out the bars of her cell, laughing. He blinked, startled. All the chains hung against the wall, as if unused.

"What-"

"Illusion magic is a pain," Portgas complained, cracking her neck, before adjusting her cowboy hat, the one with the hibiscus resting upon it's rim. She grinned wolfishly at him. "You honestly think I'd let myself be restrained by you idiots? How adorable. Now, where is Boraslino? I need to have a word with the little shit."

Onigumo lunged into battle, hoping to surprise her. He froze in place. Freezing cold. He barely managed to look down, and saw his entire body cased in ice. The Ensign faired no better. Both of them were caked from shoulders to toes.

Portgas strolled on past him, humming.

.::.

"I'm her lover!"

"And I'm her best friend! Long before you were her lover, Roger."

"Well I met her before you did."

"And I was her friend before you were hers!"

"I'm saving her!"

"No, I am!"

Rouge snorted. She had come across the idiots arguing just outside the base. Marco was flapping about upside down, laughing away with a familiar straw hat clutched carefully in his talon. Shanks jumped, trying to catch him. The rest of the Rogers looked bored, while the Whitebeards began trading stories, or Marine punching bags.

Their Captains however, were arguing like five year olds.

"While you two argue," Rouge said, earning baffled looks. "I'm going to find Borsalino and beat him to death with his own arm."

"ROUGE!" Roger beamed.

"Guarararara! Should have known these Marine brats couldn't keep you down," Edward laughed. "Always after you witches, ain't they?"

"Urgh," Rouge groaned, rolling her eyes. "Don't remind me. They keep getting in the way of my adventures."

"I'm surprised you allowed them to imprison you," Edward snorted. "What was distracting you?"

"Never mind that!" Roger scowled, rushing to her side. "Did they hurt you? Are you okay? I'll kill them-"

"I'm fine," Rouge reassured, reaching up to pat Roger's arm. "I just had a lot on my mind when they captured me."

Shyarly, the little witch, had predicted her future. She was from the Head Witch clan of Foresight, and what she had said troubled, yet relieved Rouge.

"You will die. But you will be given a gift as bright as the sun and stars. You will die for a treasure grander than anything you have ever owned."

She found out who that treasure was several years later when she cradled the most beautiful baby boy in her arms, right before the last of her strength left her.

Rouge had been given a gift.

The gift of Portgas D. Ace.