Random One Shots

Roman Torchwick - RWBY

Roman Torchwick x Reader: Stolen Words

...In my defense I started writing this at 4:41 am, having not slept at all. And I find him attractive...damn what is with me and RWBY guys?

(Y/N) = Your Name.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or any of its characters. Unfortunately.

You were scanning your eyes around the club you were currently visiting, only half paying attention to the flashing neon lights and eardrum-bursting music. You had a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, trying to remain relatively inconspicuous for the time being; at least until you had found a target.

See, you were a thief. Simple as that. It was a profession around here, one that could get you pretty far judging from your expensive red cocktail dress and near priceless necklace and earrings.

Now, something as petty as stealing wallets from unsuspecting assholes at a club was obviously beneath you. No, you were here on a job. You were being paid quite well by some anonymous guy (or girl, you supposed) to get information on another criminal's activities. It was something to do with someone stealing a shit ton of Dust, like I really care of the specifics. So long as he stays away from my part of town, I couldn't care less.

Usually spying wasn't your thing, but money was money, and you were curious to meet the man creating such a stir in the criminal world.

You were on your second cigarette of the night when you found him sitting at a booth; Roman Torchwick. You were almost surprised. What with all you'd heard of this man, how intimidating he was to some, how much he had accomplished, you'd expected someone more intimidating. Not a rather...classy looking man, in a white coat, dark dress pants, nice shoes, a scarf and a black and red hat that complemented his orangey-red hair and green eyes nicely.. Not to mention his cane; you'd heard it could turn into a gun which was pretty sick.

Finishing off your drink and taking a drag on your smoke you began to creep over to the man. It seemed like Fate was on your side tonight, because he was sitting completely alone.

As you were a few feet from him his eyes shot up to you, looking you up and down and trying to both get a read on you and seemingly check you out.

"Is this seat taken?" you asked him, slipping easily into the seductive act you had put on so many times. Oh don't look at me like that, it's not as though I sleep around with everyone I see. All I'm saying is that in this world, to me, men are weak. They fall so easily to a woman it's almost pathetic. But it gets me what I want; I can't even count how many times I've jacked keys or Scrolls and promised them "call you later" or "see you tonight". It's easy; far too easy.

Torchwick finished observing me, apparently falsely determining that I was harmless, and shot me a fairly attractive smirk.

"I'm going to go ahead and say that it's taken now," he turned slightly to me as I slid next to him in the booth. "Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name, Kitten?"

"(Y/N)," you said, smiling slyly at him. "And yours?"

"(Y/N)..." Torchwick tried it out, taking a drag on his own smoke. "I don't know. Kinda like Kitten on you."

"Then Kitten it is," you held back a snicker.

'Kitten'. How stupid.

"Well then you know...Kitten," the Dust Thief started, looking me over again. "I'm quite curious how a cute little thing like yourself got her paws on such...extravagant accessories."