Haha, sooooo...I've been really busy lately and I feel bad for not writing anything in such a long time. D: So I've noticed a lot of these kinds of chapters using prompts through various stories, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Feel free to tell me if it turned out alright :)-or if it didn't turn out so great. XD I'm pretty sure that there are twenty here. But I was extremely tired when I was trying to count them so pardon me if I'm off by a few. XD I know that some of the prompts are dry-but I just dealt with the cards I got, so to speak. So I hope you enjoy-it's my little present to you for the holiday. c:

Amuck: Most people would assume that being locked outside in the pouring rain was bad. But for once, it wasn't Cloud—maybe it was because he wasn't the only one locked out of the bar, or perhaps it was because she was shivering and he was the only one wearing a coat.

Immunity: He could have sworn that JENOVA cells could mend any wound or virus obtained, whether by the edges of a paper or the tip of a ten-foot blade. But that entire thought went straight through the window when he woke up with a cough that could have woken the dead. Good thing Tifa was there to sneak soup upstairs to him whenever it was convenient for her.

Blackmail: Those kids absolutely loved to torture him—especially when they found that scrapbook full of pictures; particularly ones involving violet dresses and blonde wigs with braids and bows. He hated doing the dishes at two in the morning, but if it meant said photos staying away from that one barmaid for the rest of forever, he would do every single one of their chores for the rest of his life.

Headache: Nothing made his head hurt more than trying to choose the flowers that most closely resembled her beauty and seemingly never-ending patience. The florist didn't seem so eager to wait, though, as she quickly shoved him a small bouquet of flowers and sent him out the door.

He threw them into the trash—they just weren't good enough.

Mention: His excuse was that he "forgot" to mention that he had purchased tickets to Costa De Sol for her birthday—one for her, one for him. Too bad that the hotel forgot to mention that their room only had one bed.

Crisis: Having their home burnt down by a madman was no longer the crisis, nor was a gigantic meteor looming and tearing through the air above. It wasn't a deadly disease that was killing of young and old alike and tearing a certain "family" apart, either. Nope—it was the delivery of a wedding cake whose carrier's misfortune landed the bakery's rattling van a flat tire on the day of the wedding.

Shoelace: Tifa knew it was time for new shoes when their leather exterior was worn away to a sickly gray color—or maybe it was when she tripped between those worn-out strings on the last three stairs and Cloud just happened to be in the right spot at the right time.

Lullaby: Soft songs sung to the children at night weren't just for their benefit—Cloud, being the insomniac he was, found himself standing behind the doorway and silently listening to that angelic voice of hers. It was a shame that she didn't have the time to listen to herself.

Tip-Toe: She watched as the young boy's eyes finally closed before she turned back to admire the little girl's sleeping face. Rolling her eyes and chuckling softly to herself; she continued humming those songs—knowing that at least one other person was listening; whether she was supposed to know it or not.

Teenier: Cloud would have never believed that something so small and fragile could completely change the path of his life and radiate such a feeling of purity and innocence—until he lifted that small bundle of blankets into his arms.

Wretch: Amazing grace-so sweet the sound that saved a wretch like him. He once was lost, but she found him in that train station one day and showed him compassion and understanding like no other. He was blind in his weakness; thanks to her, now he sees.

Ruby: She always told him how magnificent his mako-infused eyes were in the sunlight. He never paid attention, however; his eyes remained locked on hers…sunlight or not.

Elegance: Even at her occupation as a barmaid, she worked with such grace and swiftness that it made him wonder sometimes why she never played piano anymore.

Runaway: She was the runaway. Coming into that towering city above her, she was one of the untouchables. She was punished to never see the sky beyond the metal plate above or the thick smog that never broke to see the blue air above. But when she was on the run with her new-found family, friends, a purpose, and him, she didn't mind running so much anymore.

Bloodying: Even when his skin was covered in his own blood after that battle, Tifa didn't care as she cautiously slid her arm beneath his head and gently shook him. She frowned as her eyes fell upon a bullet hole in the warrior's chest, right where his heart was.

"Cloud?"

He didn't reply. She shook him a little harder, but his eyes refused to open to meet her. She slowly laid her fingers against the side of his neck and quickly shook her head, hot tears stinging her eyes as she felt nothing. He was gone. But all of the consoling would never be enough to take her pain away—Sephiroth claimed another friend, her best friend, and the man she cared about more than anything else.

He'll no longer talk, no longer laugh, cry…or get angry…

A smile spread across her face as she watched Cloud quietly eat and listen to Marlene and Denzel tell him stories about what he missed while he had been sick. How foolish of her to think that Cloud Strife would have really gone without a fight.

Soaring: Nothing made his heart pound and flutter within his chest as much as when he watched her feet leap from the floor and with a cracking "Yes!", she let him trap her in his arms. He looked above his head to the endless blue above and a smile slowly grew upon his face. Looked like they were going to have to fix that hole in the roof.

Twinkle: Even as she looked away, Cloud couldn't help but catch that special sparkle in her eyes when she explained that Barret and Elmyra had taken the kids for the weekend.

Liar: He tried to convince her that he had made dinner for them once—even when it meant he only picked up the phone and dialed the number of a small Wutainese restaurant down the street. She would have tried to tease him about that—but she was too distracted trying to pat the small flame out on the back of his jeans that had been caused by a stray grease spatter. Good thing he didn't notice.

Magnetism: Tifa couldn't help but grin as she watched the children play with a set of colorful, toy magnets. Denzel explained to her how opposites attract. She couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes, laughing. The boy just thought that she was laughing about one of her patrons—but it wasn't really just opposites that attract.