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It’s midnight and I haven’t shared a thought in a while so have this

Part 1, Part 2

So not me coming back from the dead just to talk about the new characters, Gidel and Fellow Honest.

Like most people, I fell in love with these two when they were finally revealed but something about their appearances reminded me of a certain duo…

And I couldn’t think of it until now: ROMAN TORCHWICK AND NEOPOLITAN‼️

This might just be my delusional ass talking but let me explain.

- Both consists of a sexy and dapper redhead with long luxurious lashes, and fights/welds a cane.

- Both also have a short sidekick that’s mute.

- Are con artists (probably some tragic backstory behind it).

- Both duo have a familial relationship with each other.

- Allude to similar fairytales, Pinocchio in this case.

- Have beef with teenagers.

I could list more but since this event literally just came out, imma have to slow my ass down 💀 Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk tho

Btw if TWST decides to do English dub, PLEASE have Fellow share the same VA as Torchwick, IM BEGGING YOU 🙏

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Can we get some NSFW headcannons for Roman torchwick :)

Oh heeeeeell yeah baby, we getting some Torchwick all up in here

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Roman Torchwick NSFW Headcanons

Roman may be a criminal mastermind, but he's still a gentleman. Both on the streets AND in the sheets

He never hits or insults you during sex without your permission. If you want him to get rough or nasty though, just ask! He'd be happy to oblige~

This man will never bottom, I don't care how much of a dom you are. Roman will make you a submissive bitch (and you'll like it)

Prefers to have you on top of him, whether with him leaning back or you just directly on his lap. Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl is his favorite and he always gropes your ass and chest during it. The view is just fantastic

If he wants to tease you, he'll just lean back and let you do the work yourself, all the while smirking at your frustration

It's not made apparent, but Roman is definitely into secretive exibition. He'll rub you under the table or run his hand over your body ever so gently, then have the audacity to act like nothing happened. Also expect saucy neck kisses when no one is looking

Whispers in your ear seductively just to get a rise out of you in public. And it pretty much always works

Do you reeeeally wanna get this man off? Two words: Thigh Riding

The hottest thing in the damn world to him is you straddling his thigh while he works, and grinding yourself against him. Hearing your desparate cries of pleasure makes him so hot, as well as feeling his thigh get progressively wetter. Having you face him makes it even better as he gets to see glimpses of your expressions

If you moan out his name while riding him, he. is. GONE. You are gonna be slammed on that desk and ravished

Okay confession time. About half the time he calls you into his office, he doesn't actually have any work to do. He just finds the scenario hot af and wants to bang you

A big person on sweet talk and praise in bed. Nicknames especially. When he isn't calling you "Good Girl/Boy" or a pet name (Sweetie, Hun, Baby, Doll, etc), he is using his special nickname for you

Call him Daddy, please. You'll drive him absolutely insane. This man will get tunnel vision and wont stop until you're a twitching mess covered in cum

Actually fairly decent at aftercare. He'll help you clean up and even lay with you for a bit cuddling. He likes to tease you and say how horny and desperate you were, and then proceed to kiss you sensually

On the other hand, Roman is quick to get up and get dressed. It's almost superhuman how quickly he is able to compose himself. He'll pretty much be up and out 10 minutes after sex. He's a busy man, he's got places to be!

But if he leaves before you wake up, he always leaves a note behind to let you know where he is and when he'll be back

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I stg writing NSFW headcanons are so fun, thanks for requesting this!

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pov feeling silly might write a drabble about roman from rwby

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Rules

This blog is dedicated to RWBY and occasionally anime like Naruto or Fairy Tail.

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Open to writing all kinds sfw related request. nsfw or taboo works can be written only when characters are adults or young adults (college age/at least 18 etc.)

So here’s a list

Accepted ✅

Male or gender neutral reader only

M/F, M/M, GN/F, GN/M

Character x Reader Only. Polyships w/reader are ok

sfw (fluff head canons, oneshots or drabble) — awkward situations, cute crushes, hijinks, cuddling and hugging, cute dating, kisses, flirting, marriage and domestication

nsfw (headcannons, oneshots, or drabble) — missionary, doggy style, oral sex, boobjobs, creampie, one night stands, bedroom eyes, dirty talk, sexting, wet dreams, porn without plot

dark fantasies — daddy/mommy kink, praise kink, cam girl au, dirty roleplaying

drinking/smoking/drug use

yandere trope™️ (obsessive love, stalking and kidnapping)

Denied ❌

Not familiar with alpha/omega

No character x character shipping requests

No female reader requests.

No gun play

No fetish play (feet, body fluids, blood, bdsm)

No dubcon or rape

No incest or stepcest

Characters I can write —

RWBY:

Team RWBY, Team JNPR, Team CYVF, Penny, Ciel Soleli, Cinder Falls, Emerald Sustrai, Neopolitan, Sienna Khan, Winter Schnee, Glynda Goodwitch

Team SSSN, Mercury Black, Roman Torchwick, Adam Taurus, James Ironwood, Qrow Braunwen

FAIRY TAIL:

Grey Fullbuster, Laxus Dreyar, Sting Eucliffe, Rouge Cheney, Leo, Totomaru, MacBeth

Lucy Heartfila, Erza Scarlet, Juvia Lockster, Lisanna Strauss, Marianna Strauss, Cana Alberona, Yukino Agria, Minerva, Kagura Mikazuchi, Virgo, Aquarius, Capricorn, Libra, Sorano Agria, Meredy, Flare Corona

NARUTO/BORUTO:

Rock Lee, Kakashi Hatake, Gaara, Kankuro, Hidan, Utakata

Tenten, Konan, Hanabi Hyuga, Fuu, Mei Terumi, Anko

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RED LIPSTICK

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Word: Enigmatic

Color: Bubblegum

Requester: NightBlight from A03

Fandom: RWBY

Pairing: Roman Torchwick x Female!Reader

Your semblance in this is called Angel Eyes. If you make eye contact and activate your aura when you do so, you can later paralyze and control someone’s body. (It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense but shandbksla whatever I like the idea)

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The soothing sounds of soft horns, piano, bass, and strings created the smooth music that killed everyone into a relaxed haze. You leaned back in your leather seat, crossing one leg over the other as you inhaled the scent of expensive perfume, liquor, and cigar smoke.

You were dressed to the nines, clothes in a black dress that hugged all the right places and a pair heels that boosted you an extra inch in height. A string of pearls decorated your throat with another at your wrist. Your hair was carefully styled and makeup carefully applied with bold red lipstick adding the little splash of color you desired. You were dressed to kill and you knew it.

A flute of bubblegum pink liquid; something alcoholic and fruity, swirled in your careful grip as you waited for your guest to arrive. You recognized him as soon as he and his goons walked through the doors despite never seeing him before.

Red-lined white suit, dark slacks and shoes, small gray scarf and a bowler hat covering blazing orange hair to top it all off. His eyes were dark green and piercing, flitting about the room before landing on you. The lips holding the cigar in his mouth curved into a smile and he swung his cane in a circle once before making his way over.

“Miss Angel Eyes I presume?” His voice was as smooth as the rest of him, it sent a tingle down your spine at the nickname you had earned for yourself. You dipped your head.

“And you are Roman Torchwick.” It wasn’t a question, you knew very well who he was.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not a henchman of Torchwick.” He hummed as he took a seat in the booth seat directly across from you. You glanced at his men quickly before looking back to Roman.

“I do my research on all my clients. I’m offended you wouldn’t know this already.” You mused, leaning your chin delicately on one hand and taking a sip from your drink. He dipped his head with an charismatic smile,

“No offense meant madam, just curious is all.” He quipped and you found yourself smiling a little wider.

The current song ended and a slower song began, you set your drink down and twined your fingers together,

“Now Mr. Torchwick, I assume you have what I want?” You batted your eyelashes and he smirked, taking a silver case from one of his masked henchman.

He set it on the table and fingered the clasps,

“Before I show you, I assume you kept your end of the deal?” You rolled your eyes,

“Of course I do. What do you take me for, a cheapskate?” At this, you pulled a little pouch from the purse at your side, opening the little drawstring, you pulled out several shards of dust. Not just any dust, but a manufactured experimental type that combined two different types of dust into a new element.

The dust was iridescent in the low lighting, glimmering a pearly sheen as you turned it over with satin gloved fingers.

“Hybrid dust, straight from Schnee Dust Company laboratories.” You said, setting it down gently and keeping it near you in case he tried to bolt with your money and dust. He simpered and flicked the clasps open,

“And here’s your payment.”

Your eyes glittered at the sight of rows and rows of lien. The pearl bracelet around your wrist shifted as you carefully inspected the money, making sure it was real. Satisfied, you clicked the clasps shut and did the dust over to Roman and his henchmen who promptly inspected it for fraud or forgery.

“Satisfied?” You hummed and he stood, you standing as well.

“Of course, business was a pleasure Angel Eyes.” He cooed and your small smile widened.

“Pleasure was all mine Torchwick.” You purred, fingers coming up to dance fleetingly across his chest before carrying the case as you turned to leave.

However, you paused and removed one of your gloves,

“But on second thought, I think I’ll be taking my dust and the money.” You said and turned to face the red headed man. His face twisted into confusion as you snapped your fingers before he could do anything else.

The effect was instantaneous, everyone in the club froze and straightened up, dropping whatever they were doing, including his goons. Bubblegum pink aura crackled around your fingers and made your eyes glow as one of his men held him in place and the other marched over, his movements jerky and robot-like. He handed over the velvet pouch of dust as Roman struggled.

You set your prizes down and made your way over to the criminal in front of you. He had a glare twisting his features and you tutted,

“Why the long face? You should’ve known the risk of meeting with me, especially given my semblance. Miss Angel Eyes doesn’t give something this expensive away so easily.” You hummed, dancing your fingers across his chest as you adjusted his coat and scarf.

As you turned away, scooping up your possessions, you turned back and leaned in, planting a kiss on the corner of Roman’s mouth. Pulling away, you were pleased with the red lipstick mark left there.

“I look forward to doing business with you again Roman Torchwick.” You purred and left him with an enigmatic smile.

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Roman Torchwick x Reader

Female Reader

No warnings/Violence...?

I haven't seen many Roman Torchwick reader inserts, which is sad to me because he's such a great character (flawed, but beloved). So for all you RWBY fans who like our charismatic criminal mastermind, here's one I've been working on. I hope you enjoy! 😁

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Nine o'clock could not come any slower.

Impatiently, you leaned your elbow against the counter, head resting on your hand and foot tapping away the seconds. There weren't going to be anymore customers for tonight; there never was. Why the shop remained open for so long was beyond you. Especially considering the recent heists.

A frown tugged at the corner of your lips at the thought, eyes glancing at the clock for the twelfth time in the last two minutes. Dust robberies weren't unheard of, but they weren't exactly common either. Recently, however, they had become just that: a scarily common occurance. No one knew why the number of dust heists had risen, but everyone knew who to blame.

Roman Torchwick.

The man was already notorious for his extensive list of crimes, particularly those dealing with dust heists. Yet even he had never ventured so far and so often to steal as much dust as he had recently. Pressing your lips against your hand, you pondered why exactly he would need so much dust in the first place. The amounts he had been stealing and how often he was stealing them were extensive. What did he need all of that dust for?

A loud bang jolted you from your relaxed position, sending you on alert. You jerked upwards, scanning the storefront to pinpoint the source of the noise. Was someone breaking in? Your right hand moved towards the cuff on your left wrist, left hand meeting the cuff on your right as you poised for a possible attack, ready to activate your weapons at any moment.

The sound of a meow drew your attenrion to the front window, where a white cat was scuttling away from a now over turned trash can. You took a moment to process this, frustration running through your veins as you realized you had gotten panicked over nothing. Peeling your fingers away from the circlets around your wrists, you stifly returned your elbow to the counter--chin resting against your hand, fingers digging into your jaw.

Stupid cat.

You couldn't blame your jumpiness entirely on the cat, though. Subconsciously glancing at the clock--half past eight--you recognized that maaaybe watching so much of the news wasn't all that good for you, especially considering most of it consisted of dust heists and Grim attacks these days. It made Vale seem a lot less safe, perhaps excessively so. What were the chances of the old man's dust shop being robbed a second time anyway? Not likely. It had to be on par with the chances of getting struck by lightning twice, a rarity in itself. Clearly, you needed to cut back on the news: it was making your later shifts much more nerve-wracking.

Not that you would even have the late shift, if the old man hadn't started to feel sick.

Minutes passed sluggishly, but you remained relitively alert, credited partially to the cat incident which still had your nerves on end. Every so often, you would glance at the clock, a routine to check that time was in fact actually passing. Gosh, this shift was so slow.

The chime of nine was a relieving sound.

Pushing back from the counter, you moved to make towards the door, eager to lock it from the possibility of any last minute stragglers, rare as that was. Reaching into your back pocket, you paused, realizing you left the keys behind the counter. Slight annoyance drew out a sigh as you returned to the counter, dipping behind it and reaching under to grab the keys.

In the same moment, the entrance bell chimed, cheerfully alerting you to someone's presence in the building. A surge of annoyance hit you. Just as you were about to close, too. You pulled yourself up from your position behind the counter, opening your mouth to inform whoever had walked in that the store was now closed for the night. But as you stood, your words caught in your throat, gaze falling warily on the well dressed man with red hair and a signature bowler hat, tailed by a group of men in black suits.

You recognized him immediately.

Oh no.

"Well hello, gorgeous," Roman Torchwick perked upon seeing you behind the counter, pausing at the door, a grin gracing his pleasent features. "Sorry to inturrupt such a peaceful night, were you just about to close?" Immediately, a sense of utter dread washed over you. This was not how you wanted your night to go.

Suddenly the chances of getting hit by lightning twice seemed incredibly probable.

Two of the men broke away from the group as soon as they entered, moving towards the dust dispensors. You eyed them warily, only to return your gaze to the criminal before you, his confident saunter bringing him to a stop at the counter.

"You know, I don't remember seeing you around the last time I stopped by." Crossing his arms over his cane, Torchwick leaned forward, examining you with curious eyes. Without hesitation, one of the men behind him pulled out a gun and pointed it towards your face, causing you to go rigid. Torchwick paid no mind to the escalation of tension, unhurried and unworried. "Whatever happened to the old man?"

You took a moment, registering the gun as well as the fact that you were outnumnbered and, undoubtedly, outskilled. Clearly, odds were not on your side tonight. Not quite processing the question presented, you opened you mouth, closed it, and then managed a mumble. "You... you're Torchwick...."

"Always nice to meet a fan," he purred, dismissing your stumbled words with a wave of his hand. "Now, just tell me what happened to the old man and we can make this quick. I know you're probably just itching to close up and get home."

"I-... he left early."

"And left you with the closing shift?" The man tsked, smirking despite his pitying tone. "Unlucky."

Several things happened at once. First, another of the men moved away from the group towards the back of the store, leaving Torchwick and the lacky with the gun. Second, the men at the dispensors began to open them, emptying the dust into cannisters. Instinctively, you moved to protest. "Ah, ah, ah," Torchwick cut in with a mockingly disaproving look, and the man with the gun took a step closer. "Let's not get too excited."

Pushing off of his cane, he leaned against it with one hand, motioning towards the dust gems in the display case with the other. "Now, why don't you pull out the dust from under the counter for me and I'll get out of your hair." Your nerves jumped, and you glanced at the dispensors, which were now dipping low, emptying with speed. Torchwick caught your glance, waving his cane slightly in dismissal. "Don't worry about the dust in the dispensors," he purred, "my men will take care of that."

You steeled yourself. This was it, you had to do something to stop them, especially now that you would be out of the line of sight of the man with the gun. Bending down behind the counter without a word, you made as if to grab a few of the dust crystals in the display case, fingers brushing against the circlets around your wrist. In the next instant, you pressed down, activating your circlets and grasping the weapons that formed from them with ease as they jumped off of your wrists, forming into two pike swords.

Pushing upwards, you vaulted over the counter, landing hard on the other side and aiming a pike past Torchwick to disarm the man with the gun. The element of surprise gifted you with a late reaction from the man, and you knocked the pistol out of his hand, ramming a foot into his stomach and sending him falling backwards.

Torchwick didn't hesitate.

You barely managed to turn around and block his cane as it swung up, aimed at your cheek. Pushing, you tried to jab your free pike at his stomach, only to have it skillfully blocked by the butt of his cane, the hook of it locking on to your first pike. Gritting your teeth, you kicked at his left knee, forcing him to step backwards and release the pressure on your pikes. The two of you split apart, and you tightened your grip on your pikes, readying for a returning blow.

The tall man before you chuckled, relaxed as he took another step back, straightening to give you a curious smile. Swinging his cane to position it in front of him, readying himself for whatever move you might make next, he shook his head. "Why do I always run into armed women at this place?"

Registering his slight glance to your left, you whirled, knocking one of his lackies back and sending the side of a pike into the man's face. At the same time, another man sent a fist towards you. You weren't able to block in time, and a sharp pain flew up your cheek as you stepped back at the impact.

Torchwick took the opprotunity. Swinging his cane, he caught your shoulder and sent a blow to your side. You stumbled, breath momentarily escaping you, but you managed to regain your footing and your senses fast enough to block his next hit, which would have sent you to the ground for sure.

Huffing, you brought your free pike around, aiming to stab at his hand and disarm him. Instead, Torchwick ducked under your swing, hooking a foot around your ankle along the way and pulling your leg out from under you.

The ground rose up to meet you, embracing you with a stiff and sharp pain to your back.

Thouroughly frustrated, you forced yourself to recover, hooked your wrists around one of his ankles, and yanked him down with you.

A foot was thrown towards you face, but you blocked it, twisting yourself around and flipping to your feet. From the ground, Torchwick grit his teeth, visibly annoyed. He raised his cane, aiming the butt of it at your face.

Was that a gun??

The realization registered, but too late. The blast threw you backwards, sending you crashing into a shelf. Dizzy, you tried to get up. You had to get up. But your weight held you down, and your pikes had scattered during your flight across the room.

Torchwick appeared in your vision, smirking down at you.

"You are just a determined little thing, aren't you?" He purred, all previous signs of annoyance washed from his face, replaced with a smile. "But you're no huntress."

He wasn't wrong. But that didn't mean you were going to let him win.

You had one last trick up your sleeve.

You thrust your right hand out, emitting an explosive blast towards the man towering above you. Satisfaction rushed through your veins as your semblance caught the criminal by surprise, sending Torchwick flying back. No time to linger. Taking the advantage, you stumbled to your feet, grasping your pikes from the ground.

Gathering yourself, you rushed at Torchwick while he was down, growling as you aimed a pike to strike. Before you could reach him, one of his men lept in the way, aiming a gun and fireing at you. You swung an arm, sending another explosive blast out, which met the bullet mid air. Jumping through the remnants of the small blast, you kicked the man to the ground, barrelling past him to continue toward Torchwick. The criminal had gotten to his feet again, frustration written in his features as he met your oncoming blow with ease, countering it with a kick which forced you a step back.

"You're a bit of a firecracker, aren't you?" He hummed with a growl in his tone.

"You're an as-"

"Oh, and she bites."

You clenched your jaw, trying not to let his words get to your head. To be entirely honest with yourself, you were lucky you'd even managed to learn your semblance for this kind of situation; usually only trained hunters and huntresses knew how to control it. Even more so, you were lucky Torchwick had, apparently, never learnt his.

Not that it made fighting him any easier.

With a grunt you pressed the attack, beginning a continuous bombardment of swings at Torchwick. He danced around your strikes, tracking and parrying your movements with only slight stress in his actions, and nonetheless with intense skill.

Swing. Block. Duck. Cut. Kick. Block. Swing. Cut. Duck. The two of you fell into motion, analyzing each other's movements and responding as fast as you could, trying to keep the advantage. Occassionally you would attempt to take the tactic of surprise, sending out a blast in his direction which he continuously managed to anticipate and react to quick enough to dodge or block with his cane.

With the tension of the moment, you almost forgot there were still other people in the building.

A hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you sround, fist soaring towards your face. Attention shifted, you blocked the blow, kicking out the lacky's knee with a grunt of frustration.

Unfortunately, the distraction was enough.

By the time you saw the cane in your perhiphal vision, you couldn't get out of the way. You flipped to the ground, hard, breath once again escaping you, pikes flying in different directions. Struggling, you tried to get up, but a wave of dizziness hit you and a boot pressed against your stomach, pushing you back down. Leaving you staring up at the face of Roman Torchwick.

Torchwick aimed the butt of his cane at your face, expression a contempt but stern smirk. In that instant, you were sure he would kill you. Kill you and leave you where you lay, another reminder of his growing power in Vale for the authorities to find. But, the blow never came. Instead, the man above you sent you a disarming smirk, swinging his cane around two fingers before placing the end of it on the floor beside him.

"Not good enough," he reprimended, mocking in his tone. His eyes briefly scanned the storefront, and he chuckled. "But you've got spirit, I'll give you that."

Glancing back at his men that had recovered, he nodded towards the counter. They collected the dust in the display case quickly, causing your frustration to grow. "You wont keep getting away with this, Torchwick. Someone's going to stop you."

Unbothered by your words, if anything amused, he smiled down at you, releasing the pressure on your stomach as he stepped away, backing towards the door. "This was fun, firecracker. We'll have to do it again sometime." Pulling out a cigerette from his white coat and lighting it, he sent you a wink, tipping his bowler hat as he turned away.

"Until next time."

You glowered. "You better hope there isn't a next time, Torchwick. I wont let you get away again."

"On the contrary! I'm looking forward to it." He sent you another smile over his shoulder, confident and compelling as ever, and then dissapeared out the door and into the night, his lackies close behind, favoring whatever wounds you'd managed to give thrm.

You watched from the floor as they left, registering the pain in your sides from Roman Torchwick's cane. Your fists clenched and you hit the ground, glaring at one of your strewn pikes. If only you'd been stronger, maybe you'd have been able to stop him.

Laying back, you stared up at the ceiling, replaying every move and word he'd said. The man was smooth under pressure, you admitted with annoyance. And even without any training in his semblance, he was one heck of a fighter.

Which lead you to wonder: why, exactly, he had spared you. Torchwick wasn't known for being merciful; as a matter of fact the last time he had robbed this very store he'd almost killed a girl--a huntress in training, granted, but regardless he hadn't shown her mercy.

Perhaps that was one of the most intimidating things about him.

You hoped you never would have the displeasure of meeting him again.

[peoplesgraves]

Thanks for doing my last one but what about a darling who is actually a bigger yandere then they are and kidnaps them for themselves

Yandere Rwby with a yandere darling who kidnaps them first

Includes:Blake,Roman,Neo,Ironwood,Raven

Blake

Blake would be a mess. Just so many emotions that she truly doesn’t know what to do. After a few minutes had passed and she started to calm down she’d be happy. She’d tell you how much she loved you too but that you didn’t need to go through all the effort of kidnapping her. You didn’t need rope and chains to keep her with you forever. Blake would try and convince you to let her go so that she could show you just how much she loved you.

Roman

Roman would be his usual self. Cocky and sarcastic with his lil smirk and a snappy comment. Truly he’d thought about being tied down by you before. Maybe not quite like this but who’s he to complain. If anything this would make him love you even more and swear that he’ll be your captive anytime.

Neo

Neo would have herself out of her restraints almost as soon as she realizes they’re there. She appreciates what you’ve done but she’s not really the kidnapee type. She’d make it clear that she felt the same and would spend the rest of the day with you. When she does leave, she comes back with a bunch of her own stuff. There’s no need to kidnap each other if you’re both staying together voluntarily.

Ironwood

I can’t decide if he’d be into you taking charge like that or annoyed by it. Maybe a mix of both. He likes knowing that you’re willing to do all this for him, that maybe he’s not as messed up as he thought if you’re the same as him but he’d also be apologetic to you. Apologizing for not making his love for you clearer, he never wanted to make you feel as if you had to do this because he didn’t love and care for you.

Raven

Raven would laugh. She’d laugh that you thought you could really keep her and she’d laugh that you think you’re in charge. Raven would be condescending about the whole situation. Cooing about how bad wherever you were keeping her was, teasing you about your sloppy knot tying and taunting you for whatever plan you had to take care of her. She’d slip out of her restraints with ease and stalk towards you like a cat to a mouse.

[bluemoondust]

May I request Roman Torchwick from RWBY please? Any from will do, and I was indeed the one who posted the same request on AO3. Thank you!

I'm now reminded on how much I miss him— like, no you're not alone!! He's so handsome though and I was saddened at the fact we'll never see him again 😔 But yes of course I can write hcs for him!

Edit: Why are all these characters so tall??? (Roman is said to be 6'3 apparently)

♡General Yandere Headcanons♡ — Roman Torchwick

Warning(s): Possessive and Sadistic Behavior, Talks of Violence and Death, Hints of Manipulation and Guilt Tripping, Hints of Invasion of Privacy and Stalking, Implied Kidnapping

Roman is definitely a very possessive and sadistic yandere. However, when I say he's sadistic, that doesn't mean he fully revels in your fear or tears. He does enjoy a little fight coming from his darling, but he wouldn't outright harm you. What sort of man do you take him for? The thing that he really likes to see is other's pain, especially if they dared tried to put a hand on you. Now that... That is the sight he takes enjoyment from.

More on the possessive traits, this man can be very loud with the way he stakes his claim over you without even saying a word. He's insistent on using pet names with you and doesn't take kindly to those who touch/get near you, especially if those people are attempting to aid you in getting away from him. That is probably one downside to being a well-known criminal, but it does have its advantages. Roman gets visibly frustrated whenever those people or your friends get in his way in trying to sway your mind. He lowly speaks to you that if they don't stop, terrible things may happen to them... and Roman certainly won't go back on his word.

Sure, violence is a choice Roman will lean towards in order to achieve his goals, but he was slightly hoping for things to go much more smoothly in terms of taking you for himself. Using honey coated words and appealing to your desires would have been a good method, but sigh... Your friends really are nuisances aren't they? When thinking over if Roman would resort to murder as a yandere, I think he would but only if he believes it's his only choice. He'll plan some scheme first but then if that does not work he will get on with violent means.

As a final resort if all that does not go the way he wants, murder it is then. Roman has been verbally warning your friends that interfering will only get them killed. He was not joking. You'd be highly aware of all this—heck, he'd even tell you at his wits end that he'll give your little friends a chance to stop. If you know what's good for you sweetheart, you'd tell them to give up and let you go.

In regards to how lucid or delusional Roman is, he's highly aware that what he's doing and feeling is wrong. However, like other yanderes like him, he absolutely does not care in the slightest. What did you expect, darling? To show remorse for all that he's done? Oh, honey, you're in for it. It's... Almost frightening to think of how far this man will go to get his hands on you, especially with how lucid he is. There's no excuses such as for your own good or to assure oneself. No. It's just raw emotion and the thrill for the chase.

Going back to the advantages of being such a well-known criminal... Even if you believe that every corner of the kingdom will be scoured in order to catch the man who's been haunting your every waking moment, are you truly safe? Status can equal to connections and Roman certainly has those. It's only a matter of time before he grows tired of this game of cat and mouse before he comes to claim his prize. You'd find it surprising to find how much he truly knows about you... And how wrong it was to ever believe you were safe in the comfort of your own home.

[rwbyyandere]

H/Cs for a yandere Ozpin, Marrow and Roman please? Luvd ur gods one. So good 💖

Got a few requests for these boys! Most of the warnings are very slight, but just in case I’d rather put them here than not.

General Warning for: General Yandere, Mentions of Gaslighting, Implied Abuse, Slight NSFW themes

Ozpin:

He’s been around the block a lot of times, and after dealing with the emotional storm that was Salem he really doesn’t want his darling straying too far out of sight. Of course he knows how tight to keep the leash, after many lives of keeping it too tight or too loose. 

Speaking of Salem, he may find himself comparing his darling to her, or any past darlings in his spare time. (He has a type okay)

Ozpin would be the yandere to guide his darling into ideas and situations by means of suggestion, making them think it was their idea in the first place. Chances are he phrases it as a choice, but in reality it’s not. It’s often how his past lives reeled and kept their darlings close. 

Overall, Ozpin isn’t the type to be an overbearing yandere. While he sets some ground rules to his darling when he gets his hands on them, he’s not the type to lock them up or tie them down to make sure they don’t leave (Unless they’re into that….). He’s one of the better yandere’s to get caught up with, until his darling is discovered by Salem’s forces. 

Being his object of affection means a big target painted on the back of his darling’s back. Some lives this meant instant death, some kidnapping and torture, and others blackmail. Depending on how the last darling met their end he may be more controlling or more strict. If it was really bad, he may even resort into some gas-lighting tactics.

Marrow:

The most affectionate yandere in the universe. Of course once you get past his cool-guy facade. Chances are Marrow actually acts more like a tsundere at first. Of course after more interaction with his darling this fades away to “puppy love”!Marrow aka this boy is attached to his darling’s hip at any time of the day.

Even if he isn’t with his darling at the time, he’ll make sure to chase off anyone that gets too close for comfort. Starting with joking insults, to glares and growls, and finally using his position as an Ace Op against the offender. 

He absolutely loves how his darling smells at any given moment, even when they switch their soap.

Chances are his darling will find small gifts and treats throughout their day with a note from their Secret Admirer~. Eventually these treats have the chances to get really really messed up as Marrow becomes more and more obsessed with his darling. They could contain small lines of where he saw them and what they were doing at the time, to more private things such as the brand and scent of their lovely shampoo. 

As much as he may like seeing his darling wear something a bit more revealing or on the sexier side of fashion, he does not like others seeing them like that. Depending on the outfit, he may just give them his Ace Op jacket with the excuse of “It’s cold here in Atlas, cover up!” If it’s something that can’t be covered by his jacket, he’d make up some excuse to bring them back to their place for a change of clothes. While his darling’s distracted with changing, Marrow will pocket small out of the way items from his darling’s room.

Roman:

Mr. Torchwick is a dangerous yandere. He’s more than willing to commit crimes to get his darling into his hands (and on his lap ;) ).

As long as his darling stays in order, he keeps his calm. However an attempted escape or various insults thrown at his face can not only sour his mood, but chances are Neo will also be more than willing to help Roman discipline his darling. 

His favorite thing in the world is having his darling sitting on his lap at his work chair as he addresses his henchmen on the next plan. It not only signifies to them that they’re his and only his, but also meant to act as an authority booster. If he feels like his darling might not be sitting up straight enough, a simple move of his cigar will jolt them back into an upright position.

Would totally jail/cage up his darling when both he and Neo have to go run a mission. Of course he doesn’t leave them in a dingy and cold cell, the cell itself is lush. It’s decorations are just metal bars that’s all. 

[frickingnerd]

RWBY Villain Masterlist

Cinder Falls

yandere cinder falls - headcanons

cinder walking in on her boyfriend crossdressing - headcanons

Neopolitan

neopolitan showing affection - headcanons

neopolitan falling for a hero - headcanons

Roman Torchwick

honor amongst thieves - oneshot

Adam Taurus

yandere adam taurus - headcanons

Emerald Sustrai

emerald confessing to you - headcanons

Mercury Black

all you have left - drabble

[uunromanticized]

too much to hold. | roman torchwick

cw; angst, hurt no comfort, aftermath of roman’s death, neo’s mentioned in a paragraph, guilt, blame

word count: 433, not proofread

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nothing was the same anymore. not the air you breathed, the life you led, the people you knew. not even the steps leading up to your door were the same. he had left his mark on all of them.

you almost wished you’d kept his hat, at least. some tangible item of his. neo took it almost as hard as you had.. and to be honest, you weren’t the best to her after you’d heard the news, either. maybe that’s why you let her keep it. a wordless apology after the hell you’d unleashed on her. you vividly remember shouting at the wordless girl that she was the reason this happened. after all, weren’t they partners in crime? wasn’t she supposed to be there? where was she? why did it have to be him?

you still thought that, but not for her. for you. why had you let him go on a mission so dangerous? she was his partner in crime, but you were his lover. you should’ve pushed for him to stay more. begged, if you had to. where were you? why did it have to be him?

you knew realistically it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. his job was dangerous, that was the risk. but you still couldn’t help but blame yourself, he wouldn’t want you to, but you couldn’t stop.

sitting at the chair behind your old desk, you can’t help but reminisce about the old days where he’d use it sometimes. you’d sit on his lap while he was in the same chair. you’d always sit on his lap when you were with him, and now you’d never be able to again.

it’s been almost a year, yet the burden of losing him is still so heavy. the memory of him is too much to hold. looking in the mirror reminds you of him when you think too much about the lack of marks on your skin. your bed reminds you of him when it’s too empty. your favourite dress reminds you of him and all of the underground or undercover dates you two went on. red lipstick reminds you of him because he loved when you wore it. the candle on your desk reminds you of him, because it’s a symbol of his presence.

the candle on your desk. the candle on your desk is orange, the colour of him. it’s orange and covered in red lipstick stains from the times that you’d kiss it. every time you sit at this desk.

you’d kiss it because just for a second, you can pretend that it’s him.

[nationalnerd]

🔥 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍🔥

[lets-imaginerwby]

Can you do fluff stuff for a poly shop with Ironwood/Roman please. Maybe how they both cuddle their s/o or propose?

“(Y/n), I have a question to ask you.”

You turn around to see your boyfriend, James, standing behind you, arms folded behind a back so straight and tense you’d think he was carved from stone. “James, honey why are you so stiff? You’re not at work any more, loosen up.” You laugh, but his mouth tightens. It’s not out of anger…

  Is he nervous?

“James?” You ask “Is everything okay.”

He nods, shifting his feet “Yes,” he tries to smile, but it’s still to tense to be casual. “There’s just something important I wanted to ask.”

Now you were starting to get nervous. “Well, ask away.”

He takes a breath “(Y/n), I-”

“Hold it, Jimmie” You and James turn to see a certain ginger haired man stroll into the room.

You smile “Torchie! Welcome home!”

He winks “Hey, baby.” He turns toward James “Dearest, thought you could beat me to it, eh?”

James sighs “I wasn’t trying to exclude you, I merely thought it would best to do this separately.”

“Yeah, well where’s the fun in that?”

This is getting confusing, you step forward and get their attention “Okay, one of you better tell me what’s going on.”

“I told you, I-” James is cut off by Roman.

“Our beloved James here was going to beat me at being the one to propose, and i’m not exactly one to come in second.”

“Roman!” 

“What?”

“You can’t just give it away like that!”

“Our partner asked us a question, I had to answer.”

You have a hard time finding your voice “James…”

Both men turn to you.

“You… were going to propose?”

He sighs, but there’s a smile on his face “I was getting to that.” He brings his arms out from behind his back and holds out a small box. He flicks it open and inside is a simple, yet classy, silver ring. 

You can’t help but bring a hand to your mouth as you stare at it “Oh…”

Roman let’s out a puff of air “It’s nice, but mine’s bigger.”

Roman reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out what must be a very expensive ring, a gorgeous red and gold band lined all around with gems. One particularly big and shiny stone sits on top, held in place by an elaborate swirling replication of golden vines.

James frowns “Where did you get that?”

Roman grins “Jewelry store, where else?”

“Yes, but did you obtain it legally-”

“No comment.” Roman quickly turns to you, ring out stretched “So, (y/n), light of my life, dearest one, doll face, all that, what do you say?”

You look at your boyfriends, each presenting you with a ring that reflects them so well. You rush forward and pull both of them toward you into a hug. “Yes, of course I say yes! I love you both so much!” 

[starsscribble]

Shitty Soulmate

AU: the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die.

Relationship: Soulmates

Fandom: RWBY

Character: Toman Torchwick

Warnings:

“Well hello, there soulmate.” A faded man said as he appeared to you. This cause you to scream and fall off the stool you were sitting on. “Well, that is one way to reacted.” The man spoke as you pushed yourself up off the ground.

“Shit, you're my soulmate.” You looked at him, you knew his face, it was Roman Torchwick the most wanted man in Vale.

“What does that me?” Roman said looking at you as you dusted off.

“It means I have a shitty soulmate now!” You snapped at him as he glared at you.

“You're not sunshine and peaches either!” He yelled back at you.

“You helped destroy Beacon!” You watched as he shrugged which pissed you off more. You had once been a student at Beacon and when Ozpin offered you a job you jumped. Beacon was you home and the man in front of you, your soulmate, helped destroy it. “You and your White Fang playmates destroyed the only place I called home!”

“Oh cry me a river sweetheart.” The two of you glared at each other, Roman was about to say something when the door open to show a very tired Glynda.

“Glynda!” You rushed over to her passing through Roman and listened to his annoying voice. “You need to rest. Replenish your aura.” You helped her sit down on one of the beds in the room.

“I heard you talking to yourself Y/N. You ok?” Glynda asked you sighed and nodded.

“Just my dead as a doornail soulmate appeared to me.” You said in an annoyed tone.

You saw Glynda shoot you a confused look, normally people would be upset that they didn’t know their soulmates in life but you, on the other hand, didn't seem that way.

“You’re not upset?” Glynda asked.

“Oh, I’m very upset. The dumb fuck dead and I have to deal with him till I pass on. It’s bullshit!” You saw Glynda’s eyes widen as you voice raised with every word.

“You know I can hear you right?” Roman said you turned and glared at him.

“I know you can hear me. I just don’t care.” You told them which to Glynda appeared like you were talking to air.

“So um who is it?” Glynda asked, you said and sat beside her.

“Roman Torchwick.” You groaned as you said his name.

“Torchwick! That...That ugh. I can’t think of the right word to describe him.”

“Handsome? Cunning? S-” You quickly cut him off.

“A nuisance." You said looking at him. Glynda patted your shoulder and you sighed. You were going to have to live the man you hated following you around everywhere because the gods hated you.