Valyrym: Welp, Here I am, Posting my first fanfic, I evolved from a reader to a writer due to my favorite author Novandalis encouraging me to post my work, My my, how the time flies :P. But in all seriousness I hope everyone enjoys my work as much as I enjoy making it, anyway, Constructive criticism is very much appreciated and i hope you enjoy :) (Also check Novan Out, He makes great stories.)

Prick: Hey there, I'll introduce myself at the bottom.

In the kingdom of Vale, there was one name known to all, hunters and huntresses, civilians and authorities alike, and that name was Torchwick. Widely considered the biggest crime lord in all of Vale,if not all of Remnant, Roman Torchwick was known and feared far and wide until the day he died fighting off a military raid on one of his storehouses, seemingly ending the Torchwick name.

However, unknown to all, was the fact that he had a heir to whom he left his legacy, his son. Born in Vacuo and raised in secret by his faunus mother, Mariana Lavender, and hidden from the light of the underworld and his fathers' deeds.

Draden Torchwick, a 17 year old fox faunus, lived a modest, mostly peaceful life in his home deep in Vacuo's Flora forest. That was, until he received a letter notifying him of his father's death. Draden, wishing to be at his father's funeral, headed off to Vale to attend the ceremony. However, soon after the funeral finished, the heir was approached by a mysterious woman who introduced herself as Neopolitan, who took him to the underworld to take Roman's throne; despite never having never stolen nor led in his life.

"Okay now Draden, your wonderful Father is leaving on a important trip for a while so be a good boy while I'm gone, alright?

"Okay Daddy. When will you be back?" The child asked.

"Daddy? You're a bit old to still be calling me that aren't you? Roman muttered under his breath. "Anyways, I'm not all too sure when I'll be back, so I'm going to need you to be the man of the house while I'm gone. You can handle that, right?"

"Yeah! I can do anything you can do Daddy." Draden replied energetically.

"Well, I wouldn't say everything, Champ, but you can manage this. You're a Torchwick after all! Natural talent and a wicked sense of fashion runs through our blood, ya know?" The orange-haired criminal extraordinaire bragged with a chuckle. The small smile that had been tugging at his lips died down though as he took another good look at his young son.

"Well." He drawled as he stood up and grabbed his trusty cane, "I suppose I'll be on my way now, goodbye Draden, take good care of your mother, alright?" The man smiled once more, not bothering to wait for a response.

"Sure thing daddy, see ya soon, bye-bye." Draden waved his father goodbye enthusiastically. The man walked outside, into the warmth of the spring, sporting a gentle smile and started to walk down the long road from his house in Vacuo's Flora forest to the small nearby town, his silhouette fading into the horizon.

"Uhhgh." Draden opened his eyes, only to squint immediately as rays of light flowing through the window decided to flood his corneas.

That dream again…

"It's been years…He's not coming back." The teen said aloud to himself, gritting his teeth as a bit of venom leaked into his voice. "Guess I can't help but remember him. Do I even…" He didn't finish his question, choosing instead to let out a deep sigh and opening his eyes.

Draden slowly sat up, a somewhat depressed look in his eyes "What a great way to start the day off. Still, might as well drag myself out of bed." He slowly got out of bed and took a pair of plain jeans along with a worn achieve men t-shirt from his old oak dresser, and a stray thought flew through his head when he saw his reflection in his mirror. "I wonder what the old man is up to right now…"

After getting dressed, Draden made his way downstairs and into the kitchen to make breakfast for himself and his mother, only to notice his a letter with the Torchwick family emblem on it sitting on the dining table.

"The letter was in the mail this morning, it's addressed to you." Mariana, his mother, informed him in a sleepy voice as she walked into the kitchen.

"Well how about that? I was actually just thinking 'bout what in Dust's name Dad has been up to these past years. Speak of the Devil and He'll appear, or something like that, right? I guess, in this case, he'll send you a letter, I guess." Draden opened the letter and started to read it, muttering to himself as his face became pale. "What in the bloody hell... no, no no no no no."

Mariana's ears perked up at the sound of her sons distress. "What is it, dear?" she asked, obviously concerned by her son's reaction to the letter.

"This letter, it's from someone named Neopolitan, but it... it says Roman died last week, in some accident while working" Draden said, a bit of sadness already edging in on his voice.

"No... Roman..." Mariana put her head in her hands, sitting down at the kitchen table. "All this time I trusted you, believed with all my heart you'd come back. You had to. And yet... and yet you leave like this, a thousand miles away! God damn it Roman! I trusted you to come back, I..." Tears began to streak down her cheeks, hidden from sight as she buried her face into her palms.

"The letter...it says there's going to be a funeral in Vale, Mother..." Draden added in a low voice, having walked over to try and comfort his mother in any way he could.

"Go if you want Draden, just know I'm not going with you." She responded without looking up.

"But mother, why-" Draden tried tried to ask, shocked at her words.

"Because Draden, I'm weak and sick, I can't even leave the forest without having a bad coughing fit or having trouble breathing, Dust knows what Vale would do to me. Besides... I would prefer to stay here and make a grave for Roman myself, even if his body isn't here, this is his home."

Draden looked down. "Mother, I... I...think I want to go to the funeral, I don't want to leave you alone but..."

"I understand Draden, you go, I can care for myself for a while. You deserve to get out of this house for a little while, even if it's for something so somber. You go, if that's what you want. Don't let the circumstances ruin the experience though, enjoy the world, see the sights, for both of us."

"Thank you, Mother." The teen thanked his Mother, wiping his tears away before hugging his Mother from behind. After a few moments, he let go and lingered for a second before walking back upstairs to get properly dressed and preparing for his journey to the kingdom of Vale.

Draden dressed himself in a purple undershirt, a black vest, and a personal spare of his father's old white coat. Along with that, continuing the streak, a pair of buttoned dark jeans, a pair of black gloves, and a purple toque; his usual attire.

Afterwards, he took an old knapsack and filled it with what he thought he would need for his trip to Vale. His wallet, a few spare pairs of clothes, some medical supplies he might just need, and his scroll. Rummaging through the pack to assure himself he had all the essentials, he put the pack and let out a wistful sigh as his gaze slowly moved to the far wall in his room.

Walking over to the display case mounted to his wall, Draden removed a sheathed katana; a barely visible, scratched out white fang emblem on the sheath.

"It's been a while since I've need to use you." He thought to himself, attaching the sword to the left side of his belt. He proceeded to pick up his bag and walked downstairs, his mind a maelstrom of thoughts.

Draden walked to the front door of the house, surprised to see his Mother waiting by the front door with a brown paper bag in her hands. With a small smile, he graciously accepted the packed lunch and slowly opened the door; the cold autumn air instantly entering the house and sending a chill up his spine.

"Bye mum, I'll be back soon. I promise." Draden said somewhat quietly, unable to meet her gaze.

"You better be, Draden Torchwick." Mariana playfully scolded him, her forced smile waning a bit.

"I will, I promise... I love you." He replied, finally meeting her gaze as he gave her a weak smile.

"I love you too, Draden, be safe." She whispered, her smile seeming a bit more sincere, even as she worked to hold back her tears.

Draden walked outside, into the cold of the fall. A solemn look encompassed his face as golden, red and brown leaves began falling and billowing all around him. He started to walk down the long road from Vacuo's Flora forest to the nearby town to inquire about getting a ride to Vale, unaware of the deja vu his Mother was experiencing at the sight of his silhouette fading into the horizon.

Elsewhere in Remnant,a different kind of morning starts. Not one of sorrow or loss, but a morning full of yelling and headaches for one unfortunate woman trying to reign in control of the remains of Roman Torchwick's crime syndicate.

"For the last fucking time, Until Roman's son or heir or whatever shows up; I. Am. In. Charge. So unless you want to die a slow, painful death at the end of my parasol, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE!"

"For fuck's sake woman, calm your ass down, I'm just tryin' to-"

"Trying to what, Junior? Trying to help? trying to be friendly? Last time I checked, that wasn't your thing. No, to me, it seems like you're trying to pull the rug out from underneath my feet and take control of the rest of Roman's crew."

"Neo, Listen, I-"

"No Junior, YOU listen, I am trying to keep this shitshow under control until that kid of Roman's shows up for the funeral. So until he shows up and takes over, you just need to stop. Then, and only then, you can try to take control or whatever the hell you want, but until then you need to fuck off Junior. It's already taking everything I have to keep all this under control, the last thing I need is a power struggle. This talk is over, see yourself out." Neo exhaustedly sighed.

"But-" Junior tried to say.

"But nothing Junior, you know I'm stronger than you, so leave before I make you."

"Ugh, fine." Junior scoffed,"you little bitch." And with that, Junior left the meeting room. "Dust almighty! He is one stubborn fuckin' pig." Neo muttered to herself, propping a leg up on her former boss' desk.

"A few more days Neo, a few more days and this hell will be over, you can do it girl, you, can, do it... Ugh." Neo sank into her chair, slumping over in exhaustion just thinking of the next few days. "I never knew how hard trying to run a crime syndicate actually was. Heh, damn Roman musta' had a lot of patience to deal with this bullshit. Now, how many more papers are there left to do?" Neo starts to furiously scribble on an important looking document, wondering what Roman's heir was like and if he would be as interesting a leader as Roman.

Valyrym: Well Guys, how was the intro to my fanfic, good bad, please tell me I would love to know your opinion. on another note, once I become more confident in my abilities as a writer, I think I might start taking fanfic requests, so if you have any idea's please tell me (Note: Whilst i can do smut, I'd rather note do Yaoi, Rape, Or bestiality for reasons most of you can probably guess, Yuri ain't outa the question though)

Prick: Hello readers! Yup, it's that thorn in your side, AnonymousPrick3! I'm the beta for this story, and as such you'll be seeing me around the beta notes. I'm in love with the idea of a Torch-wick Centric fic, but with the scarcity of them, I decided an OC fic about his son would be as close to that sweet, sweet high as I would get, for now. I plan on doing my own after I finish my own Jaune-centric, Lancaster, Lunar Rose fanfic. If you're waiting on an update for this story, maybe give mine a looksie while Valyrym works his magic. It's standing at a proud 60K, and is currently being revamped! The summary is a bit misleading, but I plan on fixing that soon!

Valyrym: I got a new friend YAY *Runs around enthusiastically with dumb look on face* but seriously, this guy is great and helping out by beta-ing and editing help and stuff, overall great guy 10/10 would rate again. Also his work is amazing, so go check it out.