First of all, WOW. That Lancaster fic went over better than Roman Reigns at a house show in Bumblescum Wyoming, and now thanks to fan demand and a personal need to outgrow stupid things like "Ships I like and Dislike" it's gonna be a full fledged fic of its own too, Lancaster fans..please be excited.

Now, with the pleasantries out of the way I welcome you to the third installment of "Volume 4 outfit" inspired fics. This time focusing on everyone's favorite heiress (and now my #1 RWBY girl, knocking off the red hood herself to claim the crown.) specifically, the alternate and ritzy evening gown version.

Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, I in no way claim ownership nor do I believe my fanfics to be superior to the impending plot of Volume 4. Bálor Moonlight belongs to me, please direct your hate mail to my P.O. Box in Bumblescum Wyoming.

(The following chapter takes place BEFORE the events of Separation)

I used to think I was better.

The fact that I stood at the top of the world gave me confidence.

Even though deep down I was afraid.

But then I found friends, I learned to let others in, and the fear became courage.

Courage is what keeps me strong.

Courage is what keeps me sane.

Keeps me fighting against an always shrinking, gilded cage.

Weiss Schnee had taken her separation from Team RWBY with the poise and grace that only a woman of her upbringing could give: On the outside, she had taken her return home with little resistance and had slipped right into the role of being a dutiful daughter for the press and the cameras, sometimes even serving as the family representative for more minor SDC functions such as the opening of a supermarket and other nonsensical things that her father needed a quaint face for. But inside; past the facade of being a dutiful heiress and loving daughter, there was a young woman dying to break out of the gilded cage that was the Schnee family manor and reunite with the friends she had left behind.

However, that would prove to be impossible for as soon as their private plane touched the landing pad her father Gideon Schnee would confiscate Myrtenaster and her scroll, (something which held pictures, video snippets, and various other things that reminded her of her happier days alongside Team RWBY and the rest of the friends she'd made at Beacon) while placing her on a very strict schedule that allowed for very little personal time.

"It's for the best dear, better to busy yourself with work then to dwell on the horrible events of that school." The pale-haired young woman would sigh as she remembered her father's words with visible disdain, the younger heiress knew all too well the true meaning behind such an innocuous phrase as that one: I told you this wouldn't work, you're better off here where you can embrace the path that I have set for you. "It's bad enough that there's already talks about enrolling me into Atlas just to "properly train me", as if the teachers at Beacon weren't all amazingly trained Huntsman and Huntresses in their own right!" Weiss would be visibly fuming by the time she reached the front of the line as she slammed down her charge card onto the wooden desk, before quickly turning on the charming smile that she reserved for public events. "One Blue Lavender tea, to go please."

The poor barista on the other side of the counter would nod slowly before taking her charge card and running it through the scanner, frowning when it buzzed audibly in decline and deciding to run it once again. "I'm sorry Miss Schnee, our machines have been acting pretty wonky all week. I'm sure things will be fine in a second." He would say this even as the charge card over and over again, the buzz constantly repeating as her level of annoyance grew and the line of people behind her began to get audibly impatient.

"I-I'm sorry Miss Schnee, it seems your card is being declined for reasons that aren't specified by our machine." The line of people behind her would groan loudly upon hearing this as the heiress just hung her head in shame, flashes of a similar incident occurring at the Vytal Festival that brought a fleeting smile to her face as she briefly remembered being surrounded by those who truly cared about her. "…Miss Schnee, is everything okay?"

Weiss would sigh sadly as she held her hand out to accept the now-defunct charge card she had been using that day, clearly this was a sign from her father that not even the briefest of stops would be tolerated. "I'm fine…absolutely..fine." She would clench the card tightly as soon as she felt the piece of plastic make contact with her hand, trying her best to stay completely calm in the face of such despair. "I just wanted some tea..to calm my nerves."

"I'll pay for the lady's drink, as well as everyone else who's standing in this line." The person behind Weiss would speak up suddenly, before being cut off by a brief cheer as the stranger laid down his own charge card and sparing a glance at the heiress.

"His eye..it's burned badly." She would keep quiet as the barista ran the other charge card and sighed as it was cleared without effort, further adding to her disheartened mood as the charge card was handed back to its owner. "Thank you, this sort of thing usually doesn't happen to me but, I guess today just really isn't my day?" The pale-haired woman would calmly look over the stranger's shoulder to see her newly appointed security team looking down at their scrolls impatiently, after all they were being well paid to make sure that she adhered to her rigid schedule.

"If you're wondering about the eye, suffice it to say that I got on the wrong end of a fight during that big kerfuffle at Beacon Academy." The stranger would smile from beneath the strange hood that he was now wearing, although his mentioning of the downfall of Beacon would pique her interest. "Doctors said I was lucky to be alive considering what happened to me." He would grin slightly before noticing the barista placing her tea down upon the counter, nodding quietly and gesturing to the drink waiting behind her. "I think that's your cue princess."

Weiss's pale blue eyes would widen at the nickname the newcomer would use, recognizing it immediately as she reached for the hood of the stranger's cloak before the world before her exploded in a flash of color.

"Yo, you still with me here Princess?"

The heiress would shake her head quickly as her mind snapped back to the present, a dull throbbing in her skull as she pounded the training mat beneath her. "I told you to stop calling me that, we're not in Beacon anymore..and I sure as hell am not that same girl I was a few months ago." She would graciously accepted the hand up that was being offered to her, slowly getting back to her feet and looking into the amber eye of her sparring partner and former enemy. "Besides Bálor, I'm nowhere near as important as royalty..not these days anyhow." Weiss would frown as she dusted herself off and reassumed a fighting stance, facing the silver-haired wolf Faunus who was calmly admiring her form.

"Hate to break it to you Weiss, but I didn't pick the name "princess" out of some royalty schtick. It was actually a spur of the moment decision." He would grin sheepishly for a moment before getting back into instructor mode once again. "You have to be mindful of your surroundings at all times, today it was just a love tap to the side of your head but tomorrow might end up being my boot..or god forbid a bullet." He would assume a more firm stance than hers, indicating that he was once again deciding to go all out on his pupil.

The decision for her to accept any type of hand to hand combat training had been an unwelcome one for the heiress, as she had been classically trained to handle the more distinguished weapons like her Myrtenaster. "I always saw hand to hand combat as a more brutish way of handling things, left to similarly minded people like Yang."

She would duck under a roundhouse kick thrown in her direction and counter with a low kick to his stationary leg, only to feel the familiar pushback of his Semblance as she was sent tumbling to the ground face first. "And clearly this is just proving my case!"

The heiress would slam her hands on the training mat once again before standing up and glaring daggers at the Faunus, the burn scar adorning his eye slightly unsettling her for a moment before marching up to the taller man. "I thought we agreed on a no Semblance rule!"

Bálor would roll his one good eye sarcastically, it wasn't the first time that she had blown a gasket during her sparring sessions and it was unlikely that it would be the last time.

"Rules are made for tournaments Weiss, out in the battlefield anything goes. And while I may call these little sessions of ours "sparring", rest assured that I'm preparing you for the real nitty-gritty of the world." He would stop a kick to his nether regions with a quick sigh as he exerted a fraction of his Semblance to push her leg back to the ground, but would feel the harsh sting of an open-hand slap to his cheek. "That's more like it!" He would smirk and grab her wrist as she attempted a second slap, pulling her closer to his body and planting a kiss upon her lips before she could go for another strike.

Weiss would make a small noise of contention before giving in and returning his kiss with slightly more fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying not to giggle as his silver locks tickled her fingers. "Hehe, your hair's gotten so much longer now. Might be time to trim it back a little." She would bury her face into his shoulder and breathe in his scent even as she felt him beginning to nibble at her earlobe playfully. He was most certainly a hard taskmaster when it came to her training but it was the quiet moments of intimacy where he often showed his true colors: a kind and gentle soul who wished for nothing more than to love her and be loved by her in return.

And love him she did.

"I still can't believe that we're…like this." The heiress would blush a little as she squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, causing him to start relaxing his grip before she snuggled closer to the silver-maned Faunus. "I put you through so much bullshit back in the past, what would possess you to even tolerate me? Let alone love me?" She would sigh as he slipped down to a sitting position against the wall, falling into his lap without a second thought as he wrapped his arms around her gently.

"Oh my dear Princess, who were we back then doesn't compare to the people we've become today. I saw the change from who you were to who you are and grew to love you all the same." The wolf would gently kiss the top of her head as he closed his eyes and relax his tired muscles, even as she continued to list the many reasons that their relationship shouldn't exist.

"I…I tried to have you KILLED, like some evil crime lord trying to off their competition!" The heiress could feel the tears beginning to build up in her pale blue eyes as she remembered the woman she used to be: Someone who felt driven to be closer to her partner and to hell with anyone who dared to get in her way! "And yet here you are, cherishing me like I was Ruby or Yang-" Weiss would mentally facepalm as she felt his body tense around her, the sisters had proven to be quite the sore spot for her amber-eyed beloved. The brawler in particular often sent his blood into a boil and his Semblance into a fury; he had done little to explain the reason why his outbursts would be so violent other then the fact that she had said "the kind of thing that you can't take back".

"You know what I meant..I'm just surprised you could show me any kind of affection given our less than stellar track record with one another. Besides, it's not like you get a free pass on this either." She would give him a cheeky smile as her fingers gently danced across his burned cheek, despite the fact that he couldn't feel her loving gesture due to his injury. "I seem to recall a certain someone saying that they were "too sweeet" for me back in the day."

Bálor would almost break into a laugh upon hearing one of the Bullet Club's many catchphrases, his body once again relaxing as his remembered the good old days of life as an academy student. "If the Weiss from back then had heard you just now, I'm pretty sure she would've tried to slap you silly." He would chuckle quietly to himself, even as she gave a playful elbow to his ribs. "Although my past self would've probably bowed at your feet in worship, like the pale-haired goddess I know you are."

This would cause her to blush somewhat before shifting her position to better straddle his waist, ignoring his raised eyebrow of silent protest as she leaned forward to kiss him passionately as her eyes filled with hunger. "First I'm a princess, now I'm a goddess, you sure do enjoy using pet names a lot don't you?" She would pout a little as she sat back up and looked down at him with her own eyebrow raised. "Kind of makes me wonder if you don't like my name at all?"

The wolf Faunus would sigh softly as he reached for her hand, their fingers lacing together out of subconscious habit. "Ahh mon chere, it's because I adore your name so much that I dare not say it so liberally. For a name as precious as yours should be spoken with reverence, much like the name of the good lord above." His amber eyes would shimmer with unbridled love and affection he was feeling for the woman above him, for even though the path to their union had been fractured, uncertain, and at times fated to be blown aside by a gentle breeze, there was not one thing that he would change about it.

"It's like that stupid saying I read in a poetry book once: All paths lead to home. Or was it Rome?"

He would be snapped out of his reverie by the sensation of Weiss's breath against his neck, a rare position for her to take as he was usually the dominant partner of the pair.

"Say my name..just once, say my name..please!" Her voice would barely raise above a breathy whisper, but the desperation was evident as she pressed her body against his.

Bálor would smile as he leaned closer to her ear with a loving smile before finally relenting to her pleas.

"Weiss…" With that last breathy whisper he would let go of his inhibitions, reaching to take off the faded t-shirt he had given her to wear for training. Only for the pair to be stopped by the sound of a very unhappy Winter Schnee, who looked down at the lovers with a condescending glare upon her face.

"Why is it that every time I come into this room I find you two in a less then teacherly position?" The older heiress would shake her head as the two of them both laughed nervously at her insinuation. "I've come to remind you two that we have dinner with General Ironwood and a few other Atleasian Dignitaries tonight, please be changed and ready to go sooner rather than later." She would gently close the door behind her despite the consternation in her voice, knowing better than to rock the boat any further than she already had.

"And just when were you planning to tell me about this whole dignitary dinner dealy?" The wolf would growl slightly as he looked up at the younger heiress in annoyance, who simply pouted in annoyance as she heard the growl in his voice. "You know I don't do well around those people, and you know why that is!"

Weiss would sigh sadly as she held his trembling hands in her own, wanting to complain about the sweat on his palms but knowing that such an action would only worsen his mood further. "I know sweetheart, and I begged my sister to try and have it rescheduled but you know Gideon..he works on strict timetables and won't budge unless it benefits him somehow." She would lean down and plant a small kiss upon his lips before getting out of his lap and standing up with a sultry smile, even as he slowly got back to his feet while popping a few joints in his back. "Besides, I'm planning to wear that dress you like. You know the one."

This would pique Bálor's interest, his body tingling with anticipation as he envisioned the outfit in question adorning her form. "You mean that dress?"

Weiss would smile confidently, knowing that she had gotten him onboard as she gave him a wink before heading off to the washroom. "Be ready to go in half an hour~" She would sing that last bit, knowing that despite he needed no more incentive aside from the dress that a little more prodding couldn't hurt the situation.

A half hour later and Bálor would be tapping his foot in anticipation of Weiss's arrival, now dressed in a proper jet black three piece suit with a red tie that was adorned with the Schnee family's symbol and even a pair of well-shined (if slightly uncomfortable) dress shoes. His silver-hair tied back in a ponytail reminiscent of his former classmate Lie Ren.

"Weiss..? Sweetheart are you ready to go-" His questions would fall on deaf ears as the heiress stepped out of the washroom wearing a deep blue dress that shimmered slightly in the right light, sapphire accents adorning the upper body while the lower portion showed some skin and the platform heels she wore only exemplified her Goddess-like stature as her pale white hair flowed out past her waist as she flashed a radiant smile as the wolf Faunus fell to his knees and made the sign of the cross. "I am so not worthy…"

Weiss would roll her eyes as the amber-eyed young man knelt before her like she were Venus herself, rising from the ocean blue. "Every time, he does this every time I wear this dress." Still, even she couldn't help but smile at the raw emotion and vulnerability that came with the act. It was a side of him that her past self would've dismissed as a cheap attempt to curry her favor. but as she saw him now with a clearer mind and open heart, she knew that such boisterous displays were his way of showing how much he adored her and the person that she had become following that horrible day.

"Get up you dolt, we're going to be late." She would say this while placing her hand gently on his shoulder and a loving smile adorning her face, blushing slightly as he stood up and took her hand in his. "After all, your Goddess deemed you worthy ages ago."

Now THIS is a labor of love, especially after spending the majority of my day (From 9 a.m. to 8 p.m.) stuck in writer's block. It wasn't until I looked over her Volume 4 outfit art on both phone and comp that inspiration finally decided to Superkick me in the face! (it's 3:30 A.m. right now btw) and I want to go on record to say that Weiss's outfit is my favorite of the four.

One more Outfit fic to go, and by far it's going to be the toughest on a multitude of levels.

And on a final note I pose a question to the fans: what would YOU call the shipping of BálorxWeiss (besides "trash", cuz I KNOW that's coming) Right now my only ideas are Arctic Wolf and Fenrir (anyone who knows Norse Mythology can see the method in this madness)

Ta-Ta for now!