Woot Woot! Ten real chapters! I'm really quite surprised at how well this story is doing to be honest. This just started as a whim after I read some Mama Cinder AU stuff and now here I am with a story that's, if I counted correctly on the app, in the top 25 Destiny crossovers on this site by favorites and follows!

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Now as for the near future of this fic. Right now, I plan for about three to five chapters before we hit what would be considered the cannon timeline. This one, one or two about her elementary huntsmen school, and one or two about Cinders secondary huntsmen school or criminal activities depending on if I send her to a secondary academy.

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MaskedRiderEnzo: Glad you're looking forward to it. Personally, I'm not very good with fight scenes, hence the slice of life approach so far, but I'll do my best!

: Lord no. I may enjoy writing about Cinder's childhood, but I have to get to cannon at some point.

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Chapter 10: The Vaults

~Cinder age: 11 Ruby age: 6 Mason age: Unknown, Estimated 33~

Ring… Ring… Ring…

"Hello?" Neir answered the call.

"Neir? It's me. Tukson." The person calling said.

"Ah Tukson! It's good to hear from you!" Neir said happily as he bobbed around the living room.

"Yeah good to talk to you too. Listen. Is Mason there I have a rather… interesting request that came in for him."

"Uh…" Neir floated over to the window to look out.

Outside Mason was hunched over a table, tools in hand, tinkering with a short black cylinder.

"He's a tad busy at the mom-"

BOOM

Neir was cut off by a loud resounding explosion from outside. Flinching back at the noise Neir watched as the black cylinder exploded in in Mason's face throwing him back onto the ground.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Mason shouted.

"What was that?" Tukson asked through the phone call.

Neir sighed. "Nothing. Just one of Mason's projects blowing up in his face. Literally."

"Which one?"

"His dust sword." Neir grumbled.

"He does know he can buy those right?" Tukson said.

"No, you can't. He's trying to make a dust energy sword."

"What do you mean?" Tukson asked.

"You ever seen Star Wars?" Neir floated out of the door to survey the damage caused by the explosion.

"He's trying to make a lightsaber? But that's impossible!" Tukson sounded genuinely surprised.

"That's just it though. It's not." Neir shook disapprovingly at the newest crater in the front yard. "About a month ago Mason managed to get a concentrated beam of fire dust light to form. It lasted only ten seconds and was only three inches long but the fact that he got that to form has him absolutely determined to actually make a real functioning lightsaber."

"…" Tukson was quiet.

"That was my reaction when he told me. I know."

"I… I… Can I just talk to Mason?" Neir could practically see Tukson holding the bridge of his nose as he said that.

"Yeah one second." Neir floated over to where Mason was still sprawled out on the scorched grass.

"Mason." Neir turned his brown optic down to look at the hunter. "Tukson's on the line."

Mason sighed in exasperation. "Put him through."

The ear piece in Mason's ear buzzed to life as Neir patched Tukson's call over.

"Yo Tukson. What's up?" Mason said, still lying on the ground.

"Nothing much. Other than the fact that the just about everyone is in one hell of an uproar over you revealing your name after that last heist you pulled." Tukson said.

"It was going to happen sooner or later. Especially since there are multitudes of huntsmen tracking me. Besides I told them my old name, Mason Vermillion. I'm Mason Fall. I'll be fine." Mason crossed his arms behind his neck and stared up into the sky.

"I hope you're right Mason." Tukson sighed. "Look. I got a rather interesting request earlier today."

"Oh?" Mason quirked an eyebrow in interest. "You haven't called a request interesting in a long time, well who's it from and what do they want?"

"That's just it. It's from the Schnee Dust Company. There is no request other than for a meeting, two days from now, with no destination given!" Tukson said, confusion evident in his voice.

Mason let a smirk worm its way onto his face. "Well well well. It has been a while since I got a request from them. I guess Neir pissed her off she decided to come to you instead."

"What are you talking about Mason?"

"Don't worry. This is standard protocol for them. I know where to go. I've gotten similar requests from them before. They like to discuss requests in person, so I guess I have a snowflake to meet up with." Mason waved off Tukson's question. "You said to meet them in two days, right?"

"Yes, although I don't like the lack of information they are giving us to work with, they didn't even say who you were meeting."

"Relax. I didn't either at first but it's just how they do things. Less information means less likelihood of people tracing things back to them. Besides I already know who wants to talk to me. Only one person in that family has the balls to meet me, let alone request my services." Mason waved off Tukson's concern again.

"Oh?" Tukson sounded curious. "And just who might that be."

Mason laughed. "Why none other than-"

…

Two days later, Kingdom of Atlas, Schnee manor, Master Bedroom

…

"Weich Schnee." Mason smirked as he leaned against the far wall of the room. "So… How're the kids?"

Closing the door to the bedroom stood a modestly sized woman. She wore her white hair in a tight bun but let her bangs hang down to frame her face. Cold blue eyes that held an oddly warm softness in them stared the hunter down. She carried herself with an air of confidence further accented by her well-kept appearance and dainty white skin. She wore a light blue buttoned vest and a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that reached just above her knees. White stockings covered her legs and she wore a pair of white flats on her feet.

"Mason." The woman said calmly.

"Ara ara." Mason chuckled. "Why so cold Snowflake? You were the one to request my services were you not."

The woman sighed and seemed to age ten years in an instant. "Mason. I am not in the mood for your brand of stupid. Especially after talking to that insufferable assistant of yours. I may be nothing more than a trophy wife to that bastard of a husband I have, but I will still demand to receive some respect."

"Ah, but I do respect you Mrs. Schnee." Mason's smirk widened. "You are, after all, the only person in this family that doesn't have the proverbial stick shoved up their ass twenty-four seven. I gave you my name after all as a sign of trust after all. And if you're talking about Neir he only does it because he likes you."

The woman scoffed. "Well tell him he can stuff it. And it's not like knowing your name even matters anymore since you released it to the rest of the world."

Mason's smirk died down a little bit. "My my. Word travels fast doesn't it. Very well I'll try to keep a reign on how I act. What is it that you need my services for? Or am I here to be a therapist again?"

And with that statement the professional demeanor went out the window. "Both actually I have a need for your services and I seriously need a drinking buddy. Oum above its been to long since I got hammered."

Mason let out a violent snort. "You really are the opposite of your name aren't you."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" The Schnee matriarch said as she flopped face down on her bed, decency be dammed.

"Your name literally means Soft Snow and from what I've seen, unless it pertains to your kids, you are anything but soft." Mason said as he sat down in a chair next to a desk.

"You're rough, vulgar, outspoken, rarely take shit from anyone, and can pound a bottle of wine back in the time it takes me to Schneez." Weich Schnee winced at each declaration and scowled at his pun.

"Ass. If you know me so well just skip the foreplay and just fuck me already." She said clearly voicing her frustration.

Mason snickered. "Sorry Snowflake not gonna happen."

"Tch." Weich sneered. "Damn. Either way my offer stands. Do you have any idea how hard it is to feel satisfied when the man you're with has a pecker the size of my pinky? I've had more fun with a bed post."

"To much information Snowflake." Mason actually blushed at her words. "Way too much information."

"So seriously what did you want." Mason said. "I've already figured you needed to vent but you said you needed my services for something else?"

Weich sighed as she sat up in the bed. "Yes. Two things actually. I would like you to train my daughter Winter."

"Oh?" Mason raised an eyebrow. "Where's this coming from? And won't she be attending one of the elementary combat schools soon?"

"Yes, she will, but I would like her to have a leg up on the other students. She is well versed in the family semblance, but she lacks proper combat training." Weich said.

"Well I'm going to have to refuse." Mason said holding up a hand as the Schnee matriarch went to protest. "I am already training someone, that coupled with my other… business adventures… I don't have the time to train your daughter. Besides that's what the combat schools are for. To train kids for combat."

"Shit… Not even if I throw in exclusive discounts on Schnee dust?" Weich asked.

"Nope." Mason said.

"Damnit. Fine. The second thing is for my other daughter." Weich stood off the bed and pulled something out from underneath it.

The Schnee matriarch rested a long, white, metal case with the Schnee family crest engraved in the top right corner on the bed. She popped the clips that held the case closed and opened the case revealing a red satin interior.

Mason stood and looked inside, his curiosity piqued.

"Now that's a Katana." Mason whistled lightly.

"Shut up dumbass. Keep your perverted jokes to yourself." Weich lightly punched Mason's arm.

"Fine. Fine." Mason laughed. "But seriously, that's quite the cross sword you have there."

"Mmm." Weich hummed a small smile gracing her face. "It was built around the time when guns were first being combined with melee weapons, so it's not particularly complex and lacks a magazine for additional shots. It's a cross sword whose sheath can turn it into a single shot shotgun. It was my fathers and has become a sort of family heirloom."

"Huh." Mason gently picked up the weapon and observed. "Looks like papa Schnee had good taste. Its balanced perfectly and from the looks of the barrel on the sheath it fires rifled slugs at… 10 gauges. Dam this monsters gotta' have some serious kick to it. She have a name?"

"Glatteis." Weich said. (Pronounced Glatt-Ice. It's German.)

"Huh, old Atlassian for Black Ice? Does it use gravity dust?" Mason gave the sword a light swing.

Weich shook her head. "No. The blade only uses ice dust to drop its temperature and throw powerful ice attacks. There is a chamber in the pommel to store the dust. The blade is surprisingly efficient in its use of dust, so the wielder can get through most fights without having to resupply immediately after. According to my father he named it that after he gave someone such bad frostbite their arm turned black."

"Dam." Mason raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That's impressive. So why do you have it?"

Weich smiled again. "I told you it was a family heirloom of sorts, similar to the Arc's Crocea Mors. I would like to give it to you until Weiss is ready for it."

"Why not Winter?" Mason asked.

Weich shook her head taking the sword back. "Winter has already been stripped of her title as an heiress to the company because of her interest in becoming a huntress. So, Weiss has become the next heir and as such the sword falls to her. Also, call it a mother's instinct, but I have a feeling she is going to do wonderful things."

"So why me? Why not give it to her yourself?" Mason asked.

Weich set the sword in the case and closed the latches. "I am no longer allowed to see my children."

"I'm sorry what?" Mason was taken aback.

"Exactly as I said." Weich growled, the anger clearly evident in her voice. "My bastard of a husband has forbidden me from seeing them on the grounds that I am a poor influence on them and am not fit to be a mother. That I am not raising them to be heirs to a company. He dared to use Winters wish to be a huntress as evidence. I've effectively been put under house arrest."

Weich sighed. "I greatly respect and love my father, but I believe with all my being that he made a mistake allowing that man to marry into our family."

Mason sat back down and laced his fingers in front of his face as he glowered at the ground.

"Would you like me to kill him." He said nearly silently.

Weich jerked her head towards Mason clearly hearing what he said. "What!"

"I said would you like me to kill him." Mason said. "Listen Weich, I have zero problems killing a man who refuses to let his wife and the mother of his children see his kids without a very, VERY valid reason. And he does not have one."

Weich sighed. "No Mason you can't. He's far too deeply entrenched in Atlassian society. And while I certainly wouldn't mind an 'accident' occurring, if he dies then the entire Atlassian economy will go bottom up."

"And what about your kids, Hmm? How do you think they are going to feel knowing that they can't see you? They are going to absolutely heart-"

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT! YOU THINK I WANTED ANY OF THIS TO HAPPEN! YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE FORCEFULY SEPERATED FROM MY OWN CHILDREN! DO YOU REALLY THINNK SO LOWLY OF ME!" Weich shouted at Mason tears bursting from her eyes and forming rivers down her face. "THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO! MY HANDS ARE TIED, MY MOUTH GAGGED, AND MY LEGS BROKEN! WHAT IN OUMS NAME CAN I DO!"

Mason sat in silence, staring at the sobbing woman in front of him. "He's going to kill you. You do realize that right? He sees you as a threat to the future of his company and he is going to try and remove you."

"I know." The woman sobbed into her hands. "I know… But what am I supposed to do. If you kill him then nothing changes. I've been removed from every legal document pertaining to the ownership of my children, my home, my father's company. I've become nothing more than a trophy for him and now that I'm out of the way he's going to have me killed."

Mason sat in silence as he listened to the woman in front of him cry. After ten minutes of listening to Weich sob he had an idea. "Weich. I have an idea. Let him try and kill you. Odds are he's going to try and have someone assassinate you and make it look either like an accident or blame someone else for his own gain. He's going to want to make sure that it's done right so he will come for the best he can afford."

"What are you saying…" Weich said in between sobs.

"I mean he's going to hire me to kill you. I just won't actually kill you when he does." Mason said. "I'm the best assassin out there second to none in skill and only bellow the Red Raven in confirmed kills and she doesn't take jobs anymore. I've long since surpassed Marcus Black in confirmed kills and Qrow Branwen is a huntsman not an assassin. He will get in touch with me to have me kill you."

"Then what do you suggest that I do…" Weich wiped the tears from her eyes and sat down on her bed.

"Ok so here's what we're going to do…"

…

Ten minutes later

…

"Alright. Think you can handle that?" Mason asked the now recomposed Weich Schnee. "We can figure out a plan to get your kids back later."

"Are you sure you have morals?" She eventually said. "Because that is very dirty."

"I do." Mason said. "Just not very many. Feelings on the other hand I have an overabundance of."

Weich sighed. "Alright. Fine. That sounds good. I guess we just have to wait for my husband to contact you then."

"Good." Mason stood up and grabbed the case containing Glatteis. "Then I'll see you when I come to kill you."

"Oh my Oum. Do you have to make it sound so creepy?" Weich said lightly punching Masons arm.

"All part of my roguish charm Snowflake." Mason smiled cockily. "I'll be going then."

With that Mason hopped out the bedroom window and disappeared off into the night.

"Tch." Weich scoffed. "Bastard didn't even stay for a drink."

…

The next day.

…

Mason walked towards his ship. Glatteis's case in hand, Cinder walking next to him.

"Where we going Dad?" Cinder asked.

"Nowhere I just have to put this case in my Vault." Mason shrugged.

"Oh. Hey, can I finally go into the Vault! I really want to see what's in it!" Cinder tugged on Mason's arm excitedly.

"Why do you think I haven't sent you off to work on your training?"

"Yesssss!" Cinder squealed. "So what's in it?"

"It's a surprise." Mason removed his arm from Cinders vice grip and shook it out.

"Awe come on. Not even a hint?"

"Hmm." Mason hummed. "I suppose I could give you a hint. It contains explosives."

"…"

"What?"

"Dad… of course it does. It says danger explosives on the door. I meant like what kind of explosives." Cinder deadpanned.

"Ohhh. That's what you meant." Mason shrugged. "Shame. But I already gave you your hint."

"Come ooonnnnn that wasn't a hint!"

"Oh shush." Mason bopped Cinders head to which she reacted with a squeak. "You can wait thirty seconds to see what's inside."

Cinder puffed her cheeks in a pouty face. "Fiiiiinnnnee."

"Good girl" Mason patted her head.

Soon after Mason and Cinder entered the Fatal Vision and made their way to the vault door. Mason tapped a few numbers into the key pad and a number of locks could be heard opening.

"Neir. You're up." Mason said as his ghost materialized above his shoulder.

"Got it." Neir said as her shot a beam of light into a small terminal. Not a moment after he finished the last locks opened and the door slid open.

Cinder rushed inside and stared around in awe. The walls were lined with a vast assortment of weapons ranging from swords, to rockets, to pistols, to snipers. In the center sat a large workbench cluttered with weapon parts and maintenance tools. On the far wall opposite the door were several large boxes each labeled for several types of ammunition and scrap metal.

In the center of that wall were two blacked out cases each holding an unknown weapon. One significantly larger than the other. Next to the smaller case sat a stand holding a spear and a white cloak.

"Wow…" Cinder said slack jawed. "How many guns do have Dad?"

"Last I counted? Something around sixty unique ones plus about six different swords and an absolutely ridiculous number of knives. I have duplicates of some of the guns but those usually get used for spare parts." Mason said, setting the white case on the center table and undoing the latches, removing Glatteis.

"Cool…" Cinder wandered around the room in awe. "Do any of them have names?"

"Yup. They all do. Not unique names like most huntsmen weapons but they all have names none the less." Mason said as he took Glatteis over to the two cases on the back wall. He tapped a few buttons on the counter and a stand rose up. He set the sword shotgun combo on the stand before turning to his daughter.

"Now for the reason I allowed you in here today." Mason said as Cinder tore her attention from the weapons and looked at him. "Very soon you will be going to Signal for more training. Now from what I understand they have you build your own weapons there, but I believe it might be good if I gave you a weapon to use until you have built yours."

"You mean…?" Cinder's eye bulged again.

"Yes. Feel free to choose any weapon in this room." Cinder squealed but was stopped when Mason raised his hand. "There are some exceptions however. You can't have any of the heavy weapons or any of the four on the back wall."

"Why not?" Cinder asked.

"You can't have any of the heavy weapons simply because you can't control them. In fact, I doubt you would be able to lift them, so you'll just have to wait until you're older to use them." Mason shrugged.

"As for the ones on the back wall. You are never allowed to use those. Ever."

Cinder tilted her head in obvious confusion.

"Come here." Mason sighed as he and Cinder moved over to the two blacked out cases and two stands.

"Ok." Mason said. "Simply put. The two on the stands are simply not yours. The sword I was given to give someone else. As for the spear, that was Ruby's mothers. I intend to give it to her at some point when I believe she can handle it."

"Oh. Okay. That makes sense. What about the ones in the boxes." Cinder pointed to the black cases.

"Those are two dangerous for you." Mason tapped a few buttons on each case and the blackness disappeared.

In the smaller case sat a large black and silver pistol. It had a brown leather grip and had a grey revolving chamber. "This is The First Curse. I won't let you use it simply because it is too powerful for you. Remember when I let you shoot my Lord High Fixer?"

"Yeah? And it flew out of my hand and it hit me in the face?"

"Yes. Well The First Curse is about fifteen times stronger than that. The first time I used it, it broke my arm." Mason said rubbing his arm lightly at the memory. "It has a magazine size of eight and uses dust to grant it two special perks. When you land three headshots in a row with it dust embedded in the weapon activates and refills one bullet in the magazine. The activated dust helps to stabilize the weapon, improving your aim until you reload."

Cinder stared at the pistol, eyes wide with a new respect for the weapon. "So what about the other one then?"

Mason turned and sneered at the weapon. "That. Thing. Is called The Black Spindle"

Inside the second case sat a sinister looking weapon. The sniper rifle was painted a midnight black and covered in a strange black bonelike material. Eerie green light seemed to ooze from certain points on the weapon.

"That monstrosity is far too dangerous for anyone other than me to touch, not that anyone else could use it since it's become bonded to me. "Mason grimaced "I found it inside a Grimm spawning pit where it likely became corrupted. When I picked it up something happened and now I can't get destroy it without it killing e in the process. It's a weapon of hatred and malice that if it doesn't out right kill you when it hits you leaves you in agonizing pain for the rest of your life. The thing hits like a truck and if you strike someone's weak spot three times with it, it will completely refund the magazine."

Mason tapped a button on the sniper and pistols cases and the blackout returned. "You cannot use it because it won't let you and it will kill you. Promise me you will never try to use it. Ever."

"I… I promise." Cinder said her fear clear as day.

"Good." Mason nodded. "Now let's get you a weapon."

The two moved back towards the center of the room and sat at the work bench.

"So what kind of weapon do you want kid?" Mason asked.

"Um… I'm not really sure… I've always used knives, so I don't really know what kind of gun I would like." Cinder smiled sheepishly.

"Alright well. I can tell already that you aren't going to like hand cannons. So we can get that off the table right off the bat." Mason said.

"Why not?"

"You can't handle the recoil of their shots." Mason said. "So that leaves us with auto rifles, scout rifles, pulse rifles, sidearms, snipers, and shotguns."

"Well if I can't handle a hand cannon then shotguns and snipers are off the table too." Cinder said tapping her cheek in thought.

"A pulse rifle and most of my auto rifles are too bulky, so we would have to wait until you grew a bit more before those became effective." Mason said standing up to rummage around some boxes beneath the table.

"So that leaves us with scout rifles and sidearms." Mason's muffled voice said from under the table. "Personally? I'd recommend a sidearm since they only weigh a bit more than your knives and the school wouldn't have much of a problem if you brought it."

"That makes sense." Cinder nodded. "So what sidearms do you have that I can take?"

"That's what I'm looking for." Mason said from under the tale. "I have a box of the little buggers down her somewhe- AHA! Found 'em"

Mason pulled out a box and set it on the table. Removing the lid, Mason set the weapons on the table. There were five in total.

"I don't have a whole lot of them since I usually just use my hand cannon, but this is what I have." Mason said.

Mason pointed to a white pistol with a rounded top. "Those two are called Teacup Tempests."

Pointing to two blue and green pistols with silencers Mason said. "Those are Havoc Pigeons."

"And finally, we had the Vestian Dynasty." Mason said pointing to the last grey and black angular pistol.

"That's it?" Cinder asked.

"Yep. They're all I got. Don't worry though. This is only temporary until you build your own weapon at Signal."

Cinder nodded and examined the three different pistols in front of her. She picked each up, weighed them in her hands, aimed down their sights a few times, swung them around, generally got a feel for each weapon.

"Is there anything special about them?" Cinder asked.

"The Tempests as well as the Vestian Dynasty both shoot lightning dust rounds and the two Havoc Pigeons shoot fire dust rounds."

"Oh. Then definitely the Havoc Pigeon's." Cinder said picking up the pistols with the silencers. "Can I have them both?"

Mason shrugged. "Sure. You usually duel wield your knives, so it would likely feel more comfortable for you to use both of them."

"YAY!" Cinder hugged her dad tightly. "Thanks a bunch!"

"No problem kid." Mason hugged her back. "Now come on we still have to go shopping for school supplies and get you used to using those pistols."

"Ok!" Cinder said smiling and she jogged out of the vault.

"Traveler above how is she so cheerful all the time." Mason said smiling to himself.

Mason left the vault and the door shut behind him lock clicking into place and the alarm system reactivating. He had a girl to train.

AN

AAAHHH YEAH! Chapters done!

Not going to lie, I had a tremendous amount of fun writing this chapter, from writing about Weiss's loving wine mom to Cinder finally getting a weapon. We've also been introduced to two more exotics of the four exotics Mason owns, The First Curse and The Black Spindle. The fourth has actually made an appearance in the story already. It just hasn't been officially named and revealed! Take a guess at what it is!

Here Are the exotics that have been revealed:

The First Curse, The Black Spindle, Bones of Eao

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a blast reading this story so far and I would like to give a special shout out to Monokub, author of My Little Fire Flower, for inspiring me to get off my ass and start writing this story. I highly recommend his story for anyone who is interested in the Mama Cinder AU. Let him know I sent ya!

Also, just a tidbit of info. If it wasn't clear already I really, REALLY dislike Jacques Schnee.

Cannon is fast approaching, and I hope everyone is excited!

Hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. Don't forget to leave a review or PM me!

Have a good one everybody!

-Zeak-