A/N: Hi folks, Jamie here, or _Sabriel on the RWBY subreddit! If you're a regular over at the sub's Writing Prompt Wednesdays, you've probably seen some of my stories at one point or another. This is the entire collection, in chronological order!

If you don't know what Writing Prompt Wednesdays are, that's a shame, you gotta get over there! Each week, three RWBY-related prompts are given to the sub, and peeps from all kinds of experience levels and backgrounds have the day to whip up a fun, short piece of fanfiction for it. It's great fun, try it sometime! The community is super welcoming and positive! [Even if you don't want to write, I recommend reading through all the awesome pieces peeps have written for them - there's a TON of great stuff.]

I've taken to the challenge with gusto, and am excited to finally be sharing my work with the FNDM at large! Here's all of the stories I've written for WPWs so far, in chronological order and with the prompt that led to it preceding it in an author's note. Speaking of which, this one is getting lengthy, so without further ado, my first WPW response [and the first piece of creative writing I've shared in my adult life, woohoo]!

WPW 3/7/18: Ozpin attempts to turn the tables on Cinder by planting false evidence implying that she's the long lost daughter of the _ Family forcing her to bond with them.

This is picking up from the end of Volume 2, Chapter 5, where Cinder, Mercury, and Emerald are in their dorm room in Beacon, with Cinder sewing her infiltration outfit.

"Don't worry, Mercury. We have a fun weekend ahead of us," Cinder cooed.

Emerald looked up from double-checking the timeline of events on her scroll. "Yeah, there's a LOT to prep this weekend, especially for Cinder. You didn't forget about the family reunion, right?"

In a rare display of being caught off-guard, Cinder stopped sewing immediately. "...what."

Emerald continued with more than a smidge of anxiety in her voice. "I...thought we talked about this? About the letter? You're supposed to make an appearance at your family reunion on Saturday night, the evening before the dance."

"No," Cinder snapped, "we did not talk about any letter or addition to the itinerary."

Mercury and Emerald shared a brief, bewildered look as Emerald attempted to get any amount of her confidence back. She pulled a neatly-folded white letter with ornate copper trim from her blazer pocket. "...um, yeah...someone taped this letter to your door, claiming you're the long-lost daughter of the-"

"Give me that!" Cinder shouted as she leaned over and snatched the letter from Emerald's shaking hands. She skimmed the contents of the letter, eyes narrowing. With a minute crease of her eyebrows, the paper ignited and flared into ash. As Emerald gasped at this rare outburst from Cinder, the latter took a deep breath to calm herself. "I...don't believe I recognize that family name."

Setting her sewing project aside, Cinder arose from the bed and began pacing. "There can't possibly be any way this isn't a forgery. Perhaps a trap of some sort? The contents of the letter state that I'm their long-lost daughter, and they wanted to hold a family reunion in my name to welcome me back into the family...but how would anyone be able to prove my lineage to such a bloodline?

"I can't reason through any explanation other than these people are lying through their teeth, trying to make a fool of us...and for that, they must be punished." Cinder's eyes glowed with the subtle activation of her Semblance, accentuating the quiet fury with which she spat that last word. Her two subordinates glanced at each other, each looking for some prompt to respond in the other's face.

Mercury was the first to speak. "Should we...add this to our plan?"

Cinder thought for a moment, visibly relaxing from her pacing. "No, I should attend this event alone. Not only would bringing you two generate suspicion, it would detract from my...stress relief."

"Do you mean 'murd-"

"Yes Mercury I mean 'murder,' thank you for your continued stupidity in this, and all, regards."

Mercury rolled his eyes - Cinder's jabs are normally WAY more creative. She must really be irked...not that he would know what that felt like, of course.

"You two lay low for the time being. I'll go this alone, and beat some sense into those that would try to one-up us."

The two teenagers on the floor sighed. "Whatever you say, boss."

Cinder sauntered up to the door of the club where the "reunion" was being held in a private room. A gaudy neon sign blinked on and off in a rainbow of colors, proudly displaying the name of said club: "Junior's." A small roll of parchment underneath appended the welcoming sign with a sloppily-painted claim of "newly remodeled!"

The bouncer at the door gave her a once-over, then a multiple-over. "You here for the event?"

"Indeed I am. Where will I find it?"

"Room B52, up the stairs on the left side, go to the end of the hall," he continued, clearly more interest than her cleavage than her eye contact.

"Thanks...perhaps I'll see you around," Cinder replied, making sure to brush her superheated hand along his thigh as she passed him. The sound of him flinching and stumbling off his stool was recompense enough for his misplaced lust. It's rather difficult to see someone's expression of disgust if your entire field of vision is locked on their chest, so she felt justified in her...subtle dissuasion. Plus, it was hilarious.

She strolled across the dance floor with her head held high, refusing to make eye contact with any of the chaff that deigned themselves worthy to speak to her. She had but one goal in mind - the utter annihilation of the fools that thought they could outsmart her. She was one of the most brilliant masterminds Remnant has ever seen. She was in the middle of unfurling such elaborate, beautiful schemes, even her schemes had schemes. She could NOT let this hubris stand!

Climbing the stairs, Cinder passed by more bodyguards with wandering eyes. Well, at least these two have adorable dresses. She shook her head to clear it - she was on a MISSION, godsdamnit. She couldn't let herself get distracted now. After she mops the floor with these fools, she'll double back and locate the twins. A gesture of celebration after a well-earned victory, she justified internally.

Her momentary distraction prevented her from hearing what one of the twins said into her radio earpiece. "She's approaching your position."

She arrived at room B52, hearing some sort of heavy metal guitar riff blasting from behind the heavy door. After a moment's consideration as to whether or not a knock would even be heard, be it by a hand or a jackhammer, she decided to just walk in. With her Semblance ready to heed her back and call and incinerate every living being in this room, she swung open the door and leapt in.

And found it empty.

"What…" was all the sentence Cinder could form before she heard the rustle of feathers - wait, feathers…? - followed by the door slamming shut behind her. She wheeled around.

"Welcome back to the family, 'long-lost Branwen daughter,'" said the ruggedly-handsome man who appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and of course was one of two people blocking her direct path to the one exit from the room.

The crimson-clad woman beside him rolled her matching eyes. "I cannot believe this stupid plan worked, brother. Old man Ozpin really outdid himself this time."

Ozpin...DAMN. Cinder realized her folly immediately and readied her flames.

The woman raised her hands in a placating gesture. "Ah ah ah, daughter dearest, don't you want to meet the rest of the family before the fun begins?"

Fast as lightning, her gauntleted hand dropped to the hilt of her sword and unsheathed it. In one fluid motion, she slashed downward in the air next to her, which seemed to cause...reality to tear like paper. As quickly as this weird visual trick bolted through Cinder's vision, a swirling red vapor took its place. Some sort of...portal?

Her suspicions were confirmed immediately, as a group of a dozen seemingly ragtag lowlifes stepped through into the room, filing in to surround Cinder. The last person to step in had a much more put-together look - and weapon, Cinder noted - and smirked at Cinder as she entered.

"Y'know," she began in a velvety-smooth voice as she casually inspected her massive chakrams, "I always DID want some Maiden powers."

WHAT!? How did she… HOW…

As the Branwen clan descended on her, Cinder had the strength of character to voice her final thought out loud.

"Fuck."

A/N 2: Thanks for reading, favorite/follow/review/do whatever you feel like!