Random One Shots

Roman Torchwick #3 - RWBY

Roman Torchwick x Reader: Dead!

A/N: THIS IS DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO REQUESTED A ROMAN FIC. Honestly, there's so many that I feel like I'd be putting too many names on this author's note. But to the people who did request him: You know who you are, I know who you are, and thank you so much for requesting and I hope it's up to your standards!!! I'm not fond of how this turned out but we'll see.

I hope you all don't mind that I chose a semblance for you, but it's the best way for this story to work.

Disclaimer: Don't own RWBY; don't own Torchwick; BUT I DO OWN A BROKEN HEART BECAUSE THIS VOLUME ROYALLY MESSED WITH ME.

You were watching the world go to shit.

Like, literally, take a piece of shit and rub it all over the world.

Only make that shit a Grimm invasion.

Yeah.

See, you were an ex-Huntress-turned-criminal. And before people go on and on about how that's a bad thing, put this world into perspective! It's a kill or be killed place!

You don't consider yourself a bad guy, or a good guy. You just see yourself as...there. Just another person trying to find their place in this cold, cruel world.

It wasn't so simple a few months ago, however.

Before your husband was locked up you were definitely considered a bad guy. The two of you would've been considered as being "The Perfect Storm"; an unstoppable team of thieves, prepared to risk anything so long as you kept each other.

And then you got involved with the White Fang.

And that was a major mistake.

You didn't want to. You wanted to keep up with your smaller scale crimes and stay away from the revolution-starters. But Roman was...incredibly persuasive to say the least, and eventually had you convinced to stay with him.

Still you were conflicted with staying or leaving. You didn't truly want the world to burn, or to steal every speck of Dust in the kingdom; you just wanted to stay with your husband. But people like Cinder and Adam were making that incredibly difficult to do.

And then Roman got locked up, cutting your ties with the group. I mean, technically the option was either stay with them or die, but they didn't really follow through with the death promise all that well. So you ran, hoping to get as far away from Beacon, from civilization as possible.

That plan worked until today, until the day of this invasion. Grimm were everywhere, people risking their lives left and right and running for the hills. You had to find Roman and get him out of here. He was a thief, not a soldier, and you weren't about to let him die on the field.

And so here you were, sitting upon a giant Nevermore and watching the world go to shit.

Most would think it were strange, your ability to befriend Grimm. And yeah, maybe your semblance was a little odd, but you weren't going to question it. If it gave you the ability to control one of the creatures at a time and give you access to things like flying or attacking someone with a giant bird, then so be it.

For the past hour you had been flying as quickly as possible toward Beacon Academy, the wind whipping at your face and tears welling up in your eyes. You had to reach the fight. You had to reach Roman. You had to-