This came out of nowhere. I think the lectures in Uni are driving my brain to write my OTP. Anyway this will be a little collection of Snow and Light fics of how they spend their last days in the dying world. Most of the stories won't relate to each other and some will be more romantic then others.

This will contain 13 different little stories. Some more romantic than others. Some bromance, some super fluffy and romantic.

I will post this on soon.

~midnight

"Come on Light, it will be fun!"

"…I don't see anything fun in this new idea of yours."

"Don't think of it as a dates, think it as more of a family outings. We have to make up for lost time you know."

"…."

Glare. Wink.

"Fine, I agree."

"Wait, you do?"

"Ever since we saved Cocoon we really haven't got the time to know each other."

"What about all the souls you have to save?"

"Oh, you'll be surprised how much spare time I have sometimes, Villiers."

Date One: Your Attention Please.

Light didn't understand what went through Snow's head that day. She didn't mean to visit him, she just happened to be finishing off some favors in return for a few souls when the man approached her. Back to his usual goofy wild self he placed his arm over her shoulder and with a grin he asked for his help.

Damn, he sure had a lot of favors to ask from her, didn't he?

Well she did break the statue. It wouldn't be right to leave Snow and the citizens of Yusnaan to put it back together again.

"Sure, why not. It's not like I have another choice do I?"

He asked her to come back in a hour while he gathered up his men. Knowing the world didn't have much days left Light felt Snow wanted to leave his amazing city in as much glory and beauty they could do in the remaining days. Coming back early she wore an outfit that made her feel stronger and a sword and shield that really brought out her physical strength.

Also she had to wear an outfit that didn't make her sweat like a pig, so she chose the one that had a simple tank top and skirt with long knee high boots and good gloves. She forgotten what she called the outfit with the so many she had already with her.

"Light!" Snow's big voice called from afar. He saw him waving to her like a little child. "Over here sis!"

Light wanted to cover her face in embarrassment but now that he was a leader of a huge city, ignoring him and walking away would offend his people more than him.

With a flustered face the Savior waved lightly back and made her way to him. "Hello…Snow." She rolled her eyes.

She saw the number of men that had agreed to help their all and might Patron. Although the numbers were less then she had expected she heard Snow telling her more would come after lunch as others had family commitments to do. Understanding she watched the men race off to their destinations while she stood by Snow, waiting for hers.

"So where do I go?" She hoped Snow knew how lucky he was to have Light make time for him.

"Up the top." The blond pointed up to the fallen statue. "I was wondering with your all and mighty Savior powers if you could chip off gold pieces that are hanging loose or something. I'll have the artists coming in later to fix it all up."

Crossing her arms, "With all of my powers I might cut the thing in half."

Staying silent for a moment, "Sis, I said I needed your help and cutting that Statue in half isn't part of the request."

Holding her hands in the air, "Alright, I'm going."

Walking up to the platform she would see Snow on in the mornings, the rose-hair woman jumped her way up, balancing herself on the way up. Light made her way to the head before making down to her knees to start chipping off pieces that were hanging lose or dented.

In the early minutes of her laboring work Light glanced over her shoulder and noticed the young man was looking back at her with a smile and grin she knew only he could pull off. That was somewhat, comforting, as she returned back into her work.

Chipping away slowly Light would pick up on Snow chattering away with other ladies that admired him. It took her attention away and sometimes would make her hit the statue harder than she needed. In fact she did once, causing her sword to make a huge sound when it hit the statue. Glaring at Snow she was glad he got her message as he asked the girls to scatter away with their lives because he knew he couldn't protect them all from her.

Light hated that she was acting like a spoiled brat. Irritated once they saw their man or loved one with somebody else.

He gave off a nervous smile and wave as Light chipped away with her eyes on him for the first minute or two before looking away.

Moving on down the statue Light had made pass the chest area and towards the stomach when she could heard boastful laughter from the man himself. he was with a group of men so she really didn't need to send another death glare to him. Her ears would pick up and listen into their conversation at times, but it wouldn't last very long as she wanted to get the job done and leave.

Her attention was steady until well, the Patron decided to pitch in and help.

It didn't bother her at first but when he decided to take off his shirt, Light noticed she was making dents and chips of her own into the huge golden statue where it was not needed.

"Damn it Villiers." Lightning muttered.

"What's wrong this time?" Lightning hissed that Snow picked up on her words. "What did I do this time?"

With her back still facing the shirtless man. "I'm glad your finally helping but do you really need to take your shirt off?"

A cheeky grin came across his face, "Why? My good charms distracting you?"

She didn't want to admit it. No, the Savior admitting the Patron was good looking? She avoided the question once, she didn't want to face the question again. Tapping her sword on the fallen golden statue Light quickly tried to find an answer to keep Snow quiet.

"I'm just worried about all the unnecessary attention you'll be getting from the ladies." Her back was still facing Snow.

"Well I can't blame them." He teased. Light sighed. She wasn't going anywhere with this. She was glad she just avoided answering that question, somewhat.

Lightning kept scaling down the statue and was now standing on the legs of the statue. Continuing to chip away she noticed some of the artists where scaling up the building while she was still remained on the top. She noticed the statue was starting to take shape again thanks to the artistic people Snow had hired for the job.

Lightning stopped for a moment before noticing the blond still didn't put his shirt back on as she requested him to do. There were just some things her death stare couldn't get through his thick skull. Kneeling down and balancing herself right she chipped away as Snow helped by knocking some away with a hammer.

There were just some things he couldn't smash with his fists.

With the evening starting to pour over them Lightning stood up and noticed the feet were the only parts to clean up before she could return to her day job of being a Savior. Looking back at her male companion. She couldn't help but admit that Serah had good taste when it came to male friends.

Sure, he was good looking and he was surprisingly fit for a man that stayed in his palace and did nearly nothing for five hundred years. She didn't pay much attention due to how busy they were in their first journey and her obsession to save Snow. Now that she already did that, today was really the first time they bonded without greeting him with a punch or fighting some sort of monster.

It was hard to believe if Light was really interested in men due to how little attention she would give them and if any would dare come close she would push them away, or punch them away. Either way, both worked.

Still she didn't understand why she kept looking back at the shirtless Snow. Then it hit her.

"Damn it Claire." Lightning' cussed to herself. It was those rare moments where she spoke her real name. "This isn't the time for that! And plus he will be your brother-in-law soon! Get a grip will you?!"

Flustered the Savior hit the statue a little too hard, causing her to lose balance.

"Shit!" She panicked.

Lightning knew she could of easily landed on her two feet with ease but flustered and just admitting she was physically attracted to her future brother-in-law, her mind wasn't thinking straight. Closing her eyes she braced for the worse until huge well-built arms of Snow caught her fall.

"Woah, hold on Sis. What's the matter?" He asked cheerfully. "What's with the red face?"

"Let me go!" She struggled to escape Snow's arms. She really didn't need this.

Putting the Savior back on her feet, Light dusted herself. Picking up her sword, "That's it, I'm done." She placed her shield into place.

"But we're not done yet." The Patron complained.

Glancing over her shoulder for a brief moment, Light never knew looking away from Snow would be so hard. She really wished he was a sight for sore eyes, but that was not the case.

Why did Serah had to marry such a handsome and attractive man?

"I said I would help but I wouldn't waste all my day here!" She shouted back. Crossing her arms. "I do hope you remember who I am and what I do Villiers."

Taking her leave she reached the gates of the Auguar's Quatar's she waved the card above the scanner before she heard Snow's loud boastful voice once again.

"And Light," His voice caused her to look back at him. "Your looking hot today!" He finished off with a teasing grin. Lightning shuddered.

"Damn it Snow."

"So are you willing to spend that spare time of yours with me?"

"Only if I see needed and if it isn't a waste of time."

"..."

Pause. Smile.

"A date it is then."