This is a small message before this chapter's beginning, this is the first of two requests by PacersSaturdays2013, I wanted to post the one with his OC, Thomas Beatty, first, but I'm still trying to get a decent ending to it. This doesn't have as much smut in it as the others, chalk it up to me trying to write WhiteKnight, but I never really bought that ship, so it's not as good is what I'm getting at. Still a reminder, message me if you have any requests, and I'll try and fit them in ASAP. If you want to visit Pacer, here: u/2761185/

There he was again, invading every private moment. Why did Jaune Arc, a person she utterly despised, keep appearing in the spaces when Weiss Schnee closed her eyes? Frankly, it was beginning to frustrate her. Especially how, in these moments, the downright repulsive gestures of "romance" that he displayed on a regular basis, elicited not their ususal nauseating response, but a childishly gleeful giggle.

The situation was maddening to be sure, she'd already had more than double her normal amount of coffee that morning, and was actually pulling small silky strands off her head, sat there trying to figure this enigma out. But, if Weiss Schnee was one thing, it was resourceful, she'd get to the bottom of this one way or another. She just had to think. Think. Think. On the verge of giving up, Marron nudged at her knee, incidentally knocking into the desk, and one of the photographs on it toppled forward. Weiss lifted the image up, it was Team RWBY after the official ceremony.

"Of course, I can ask my friends if they've got any ideas." She turned to the dog. "Good boy, Marron. Next time we're alone, I'll give you that special treat again. Okay."

The large mutt yipped and moved to lounge about in the corner of the room. While the heiress set out to locate some people for interesting conversation. She first spotted Ruby, but chose to leave her as a last resort, because she was the only person who understood less about men than she did. The person she was conversing with, however, would certainly be of some help to her. Yang was the dream of most guys, and envy of most girls, at Beacon. If anybody would know, she would.

"Hey, Bee's Schnees, what's up."

Nervously, the white huntress replied, "Hi Yang. Listen I need your opinion on something."

"No, having no boobs is not the end of the world."

"What. No, why would you think that's what I'm asking about? Contrary to your opinion, a woman's life does not revolve around the circumference of her chest."

"Keep believing that. Anyway, what is it?" Replied the huntress, referred to in whispers as the Bimbo of Beacon.

"What does it mean when you have this recurring image of a guy... that you can't quite get rid of."

"Well, it's usually one of two things. Either a) you are completely head-over-heels for him, but since this is you we're talking about..."

"Hey!"

"It's most likely the other one, the stress has finally gotten to you, and subconsciously, you think this guy can help relieve it."

"Huh, that was surprisingly mature for you, Yang. I kind of understand why Ruby..." she was cut off

"That mean's your little bun wants a hot-dog." The busty member of RWBY said, a cheshire-esque grin emanating from her face.

"Never mind."

"So, which mortal man dares to invade the desires of the Ice Queen." Yang continued in a dramatic fashion.

Weiss had stormed off after that, returning to the dorm to ruminate on what had just occurred. She found Blake there, reading as ususal.

"Blake, I'm going for a nap, I need to sleep on something, wake me up if anything important happens." she said, removing her dress, leaving her in her undergarments, as chaste white as every other article she owned.

Blake responded with a simple 'sure' and though it took a few minutes, her mind did naturally sail towards the leader of Team JNPR, and yet somehow, this wasn't the Jaune she knew at all. Before her stood a confident, well-kept charmer, not the bumbling, messy person that Pyrrha seemed to fawn over, though Weiss couldn't understand why.

"Miss Schnee, a pleasure to speak with you at last." this not-Jaune said

Weiss thought to herself, 'he's in my head, he's not real, he's in my head, he's not real'. Not-Jaune heard this, replying with the simple, and surprisingly well-thought response of, 'just because i'm in your head, doesn't make this me any less real than other me'.

"Did... did you just make a good point?"

"Of course, I am the version of me that you want me to be, I'm fully aware that this is a dream, and that you seem drawn to me."

Weiss blushed, she almost didn't recognize this person, and yet it's like they'd known each other their whole lives. "Well, you do possess a certain aura about you." she joked, hiding a snigger.

"Just because this is your head, doesn't mean all your material is going to be golden. Leave the humor, specifically the puns, to Yang. Now, let's see if we can't fix the issue of you." He leaned in, planting a powerful, deep kiss; their voices intermingling as both fought for dominance. Eventually, they both fell, Weiss finding herself in a similar look to her real body, and Mind-Jaune laying beneath her in a suave tuxedo.

At that moment, a voice sounded from the empty void around them, 'your little bun wants a hot-dog' and a faceless version of Yang walked by.

Weiss, frustrated at the fact Yang had invaded the most romantic thought she'd had up to this point, tried to tell her to go away. Turning back, she saw Yang in the place of Jaune, same tuxedo, same position.

"It sounds like you are in denial. I'm your subconscious Weiss, you can't hide anything from me, and even if you don't want to admit it, you know Yang speaks truly." Weiss blinked rapidly, each time finding herself laying on top of someone else, Ruby, Blake, Winter, Neptune, finally stopping on herself, before her father forced her to fight the large knight, unmarred by the duties of being a huntress.

Other-Weiss cradled her, "I know your pain, I share in it, and I want it to go away for us both. I can make it happen, all you have to do is ask and let yourself go a little."

Tears bubbling in her eyes, Weiss responded, "Can Jaune come back please?"

"I never left. Now, what would you like?"

Other-Jaune never needed a response, by this point Weiss had already willed them both bare, drinking in the beauty of the moment, of each other. Before the passion took over and it would be lost.

Weiss felt no pain as Other-Jaune entered her, just the bliss of being filled so completely for the first time, maybe the only time. With every thrust and roll, the two got louder, panting, squealing and screaming as Other-Jaune catered to her every desire. His coarse tongue making her nether-lips drip like a leaky tap, which his lingering fingers tried to plug up, only making things worse. By the end, Weiss was a quivering mess while Other-Jaune was still raring to go. Against her better judgement, Weiss chose to continue, being entered again seemed to be a bad move, now with every thrust, it was almost like the pleasure was blinding pain, she began to get curious, could the real Jaune treat her this well if she asked, but that would have to wait, Other-Jaune released inside her for what seemed to be the fifth time, and the darkness began to recede, she was waking.

"Remember, all you need to do is cast your mind here, and we will help." was Other-Jaune's parting words. Weiss awoke to find what looked like tear-stains on her pillow, but more importantly that she had bed-head, something that required an immediate retcon. She noticed in the full-body mirror, a damp patch, over her modesty, in her pants, and she thought to herself, the dream can't have be