A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my very first Final Fantasy fanfic, wooooot!

Okay, so I'm a relatively new but HUGE fan of the Snow and Lightning pairing, they have such amazing chemistry that I couldn't help but fall in love with them. I do actually love Serah, she's amazing, but she is much better off with Noel.

I started to write this because there just isn't enough SnowxLight love out there, seriously, there's only five pages, wtf? But every fic about them that I have read so far has been absolutely top notch and set the bar really high, I only hope that I can try to match up to it. So here is my contribution to the fandom.

This was originally intended to be a oneshot, however, due to the length I've divided it into five parts.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…..

The Secret Fractures of Snow Villiers

Snow Villiers was a drunk

The red digits of her bedside alarm clock glowed an angry red. They were met by a stone cold blue stare. It was 3.52am. Why the hell hadn't they gone to sleep yet? Lightning took a deep, calm breath as she rose a shaky hand to her face. She tenderly rubbed her skilled fingers over her closed eyes; hoping to somehow sooth the dry, itchy pain within them. It had become an unwelcome symptom of her involuntary bout of insomnia. Her pink tongue quickly darted out of her mouth to moisten her parched lips as she took a few seconds to contemplate her next move.

Unfortunately, staring at the ceiling was not the answer; the pale tiles above her could offer her no peace of mind. Yet there was something so alluringly calming about those dull, bland colours, something that was tugging on her tired limbs and lulling her back to sleep. Just as her eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing steadied to a peaceful rhythm; Snow Villiers's voice boomed once again though the adjacent wall.

Lightning couldn't stifle the feral growl she unleashed in retaliation. Apparently she didn't deserve sleep. Apparently the grand adventure she had embarked upon in order to bring back Serah Farron hadn't been enough of an ordeal. Why couldn't they allow her just this one simple pleasure. She hadn't asked for any kind of reward or gratification for the sacrifices she had made on their tremendous journey, no, and she never would. Just the knowledge that Serah was safe and sound was enough.

Naturally, the restoration of the younger Farron sister had sparked the spirit of celebration to ignite in the brave, valiant members of the team that had fought so hard to free her from her crystallised state. Though there was a bittersweet sorrow that lingered in the air from the harsh sacrifice made by Fang and Vanille; the team continued to rejoice in their honour. The party had somehow followed them back to the Farron household, their numbers slowly dissipating along the way. A dulling party eventually left only Lightning, Serah and a heavily inebriated Snow Villiers lounging around the living room. The older sister had been keeping a watchful eye on the broad, blonde for the entirety of the evening. She was well aware that his right hand had not been without a beverage since the festivities had began several hours ago. Lightning did not need the gift of clairvoyance to see that this could only result in some sort of domestic dispute for the young couple; since Serah didn't drink and Snow wasn't exactly the reserved, introverted type.

Just as they had decided to wind down and begin to retire to their respective rooms for some hard earned rest, Villiers had not been so willing for the party to end. Lightning knew this much as his hefty frame had engulfed the entirety of her slight figure in a tight embrace. The pink haired woman had attempted to excuse herself before she became incapacitated by his surprise attack. In his intoxicated mind it was an appropriate, albeit impulsive, display of his gratitude. Though Snow's gesture was purely the result of his over-ambitious loving and good willed nature, fuelled by the incomprehensible amount of alcohol he had consumed; it had ultimately earned him a fierce blow as she jammed her elbow into his gut and hissed a enraged threat into his ear. Lightning had never exactly been the touchy, feely type and she wasn't about to make exceptions, especially not when it came down to Villiers.

And now she found herself lying motionlessly in a tangled array of her own bed sheets in her dim abode. She lay still, gazing up at the ceiling in a brief moment of silence. She couldn't stop an annoyed groan which vibrated across her lips as she realised that she was unwillingly waiting for the next outburst from the room next door. As if like clockwork, Snow's voice once again cut through the quiet night air with the impact and volume of a bull horn. A few seconds of silence fell in-between before Serah's soft, pleading voice was heard in protest.

They were still arguing.

Lightning exhaled heavily in frustration before forcing both of her palms against her mattress and pushing her body to an upright position. Her eyelashes fluttered a few more times as her pale blue eyes scanned the dark lines of her bedroom. Her ever-cautious nature compelled her to always survey her surroundings, despite there not being any signs of immediate danger. She inwardly cussed herself for being such a stubborn creature of habit. Yet another outburst from Villiers prompted Lighting to angrily fling the sheets from her bare legs and plant her feet firmly on the carpeted floor. Another tired groan escaped from the young woman's mouth as she hastily made a determined stride in the direction of her bedroom door. She violently jostled and twisted the door knob before swinging it back and slamming it behind her in an act to emphasize her outward displeasure.

The older Farron sister continued en route to her large living area, casually flicking the light switch on her way passed it. She glanced back at Serah's bedroom door for a few seconds as she was sure that she could make out her young sister's low voice behind it. Lightning supposed that Serah's blatant sincerity and sickly-sweetness was what drew so many people to her. She was such a serene young soul who never dared to raise her voice, never spoke bad of anyone, never picked a single fight. Lightning envied her for that. Yet despite Serah Farron's calm domineer, the domestic dispute with her fiancé still roared on. If it were Lightning who was in the current predicament; both herself and Snow would have come to blows a long time ago. What the hell was wrong with Villiers anyway? Only hours ago he had promised to do everything he possibly could to make Serah happy. He had spent so much time shameless begging for her older sister's blessing like a puppy at feeding time; yet now he was just screwing everything up for no good reason. So much for a fairytale romance.

Whilst making herself comfortable on the sofa, Lightning began to contemplate a trek to the kitchen to turn on her faithful coffee machine. She raised a hand to her face once again, hoping to shake away the sleep which threatened to gather in the corners of her eyes and lull her back into a broken snooze. However, the sudden click from Serah's door was enough of a disturbance for her to quickly return to her usual offensive mindset and brace herself for whatever it was that she was bound to get dragged into.

The shuffling sound of heavy feet on the floor signalled Snow's arrival as his hefty frame lingered in the open doorway for a few moments. There he was, the bane of her life. His roguish blonde hair falling over his flustered face, his shirt creased, stained and unbuttoned low enough to reveal most of his chest. His stance was unbalanced as he stumbled forward and closed the door behind him; clinging onto the handle for a few seconds longer than necessary, feeling comforted by the little extra stability that it offered him.

As soon as his bloodshot eyes met with Lightning's stony cold ones, the tension in the room began to thicken. He glared at her, no, not glared, he leered at her, like she was his pray. Snow then shuffled his feet along the floor as he slowly made uneven strides towards the kitchen. Lightning refused to snatch her eyes away from him, her eyebrows furrowed into a scowl and she instinctively rose her hands to cover her scantily clad form. The night was warm and had lead her to chose less-than-demure sleepwear. She hadn't exactly thought that the exposed skin of her legs and chest would cause such a stir; but the way that Snow had dragged his eyes over her body made her instantly want to cover up.

The brutish blonde had disappeared from sight and the only indication that he was still in the house came from the noisy sounds of rattling and fumbling echoing from the kitchen. Lightning eagerly watched and waited for his return. She could somehow find the strength within herself to overlook his drunken behaviour, it would be a struggle, but she would manage to bite her tongue. However, she expected at least an explanation from him; he owed her that much.

Eventually, Villiers stumbled back into the living room accompanied by yet another bottle of beer. Lightning rolled her eyes in retaliation and let out a deep sigh of disproval. Snow's eyes returned to her once again, tracing the lines of her body in an inappropriate manor. The older Farron sister bit down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from launching into a vicious verbal attack. Instead she hastily reached for a magazine which lay to her right and fingered through the pages absentmindedly, anything to distract herself from Snow.

Lightning struggled to contain herself again as she felt the blonde man take an unwelcome seat next to her on the couch. She casually licked her thumb before returning her hand to the pages in her lap as she flicked through each one in a highly aggravated fashion. Why wasn't he talking? Lightning slowly tilted her head in his direction, glaring at Snow through peach coloured bangs. He was just sitting there, nonchalantly slipping the amber liquid as if nothing had happened. Eventually his tired eyes found Lightning's as he caught sight of the vicious look she was sending his way. He managed to pry the bottle away from his lips for a few moments.

"What?" He cockily questioned, tilting his head, his one free hand was held out in defence.

Defusing tense situations such as this one was more of a task which fell into Sazh's more empathetic capabilities. Claire 'Lightning' Farron was a woman of action, known for her physical strength and short temper, not for her tact or emotional diligence. She rolled her eyes in response to his query and silently retained the desire to force her fist into his smug face. Instead she turned her attention back to the magazine, quietly and calmly mumbling her answer.

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

He had already lifted himself from the sofa before Lightning even had a chance to react. His large arm tensed as he hoisted the beer bottle back over his shoulder and violently threw it into the wall ahead of him. The brown glass shattered against the rigid surface causing the content of the bottle to pool on the floor.

In a speed similar to her namesake, Lightning had launched herself from the couch and yanked the collar of Snow's shirt tightly in her balled fists. She violently tugged him towards her.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" She snarled through clenched teeth before untangling her first to push her palms into his chest. She shoved him back with brute force, watching him stumble slightly over the vacant air behind him. Lightning strode forward with violent intent; ready to ram her hands into him again.

"…I don't know…" Was the only feasible response that his inebriated mind could muster in his hazy, disoriented state.

Blinded by her own range, Lightning launched yet another attack, thrusting herself forward so that she could knock Villiers down to the floor. However, her plan soon diminished when her firsts were caught by Snow's large, skilled hands as he quickly restricted her movement. Given the man's intoxicated state, Lightning wasn't expecting such a concisely executed block and let out a slight yelp in shock. His hands then quickly released hers and slipped down her forearms to tightly grip her elbows as he forced her slight frame back into the wall. The young woman hissed and winced in pain due to the impact whist furiously fighting to regain her limbs and create a safe distance between Villiers and herself. He was far too close to her, dangerously close.

"Claire? Snow?" Serah's soft light tones cut through the thick air as she quietly pried from behind her bedroom door. She'd obviously been stirred by the commotion, yet been too timid to venture out into the ensuring chaos. Lightning quickly snapped her head round in the direction of the door, praying that Serah didn't walk in. In the past her younger sister used to spend so much time believing in the insane ideal that Snow Villiers was the perfect man who would one day become the perfect husband. He was completely faultless in the girls eyes. And though Lightning knew that one day or another, her sister would have to face the earth shattering truth that Villiers was just as damaged and unhinged as everyone else, Serah still didn't need to witness the hostile scene currently playing out.

The young woman grimaced as she could feel Snow's warm breath gliding across the skin on of her face. She twitched her noise and frowned as his exhales were ridden with the stench of stale alcohol. His tired eyes carefully traced the line of her jaw. His hands had slipped up from her elbows and where now digging into the exposed skin of her shoulders, keeping her back pressed flatly against the wall. For some unexplained reason, her skin beneath his fingertips seemed to burn and tingle in his grip.

A wild reckless glare took over her pale eyes as she silently threatened and challenged him. Yet her expression instantly softened when she caught sight of the fear and sincerity which plagued Snow's hansom feature.

"Hit me!" He sounded raspy and out of breath, his words were slurred; and even if his intentions weren't clear, his demand was.

"What?" She had to admit that she was completely taken aback by such an unexpected request. Her head recoiled back so that she could see the entirety of his face, attempting to read it; but to no avail. When a few moments had passed and she still hadn't acted, he spoke again.

"Hit me!" He was desperately trying to draw a reaction from her; wanting her to play into his hands. The fear still lingered in the depths of his eyes, amongst an twisted array of aggravation, dominance, lust, sadness and above all, confusion. When she still didn't retaliate, he egged her on again.

"C'mon Light, we all know you get a thrill from it."

"Fuck you!" That's more like it.

"Hit me!"

He edged closer, too close, his chest was up against hers, his breath still hot on her skin. This had to stop. Any composure that Lightning had managed to retain quickly crumbled as she balled her hand into a fist. In a single fluid motion she slugged him square in the jaw. The uncompromising power of her assault had forced his head back and instantly caused him to release his grip on her shoulders. He took a few shaky steps back before stumbling into a slump on the floor.

As soon of his body was away from her own, she hastily edged herself from the wall and turned on her heels to retreat. Lightning purposely turned her head away from him as she scampered away from his weakened form on the floor. For some reason she was unwilling to allow him to get a clear view of her flustered face. She managed to spit out a small string of bitter words before leaving.

"You better clean up your mess!"

She didn't turn back to look at him, she couldn't risk it. She could still feel his touch burning the exposed skin of her shoulders long after she had left him to return to the safety of her own room. The argument may well have come to an end for the time being, yet sleep would not come easily to Lightning tonight. Because even though Snow Villiers had put a hold his drunken ramblings and seemingly settled down, he was still very much lingering in her head.

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