I swear so many of these could technically fit in verses but I don't want to make them canon to the verses because of reasons so instead I don't label them as a part of the verse.
This one is vaguely historical, sort of medieval-based. But really, stick it in anytime which has 'villages' and people living in tiny houses (and no calendars) and you've got it.
Prompt: Winter
Cloud knew winter was coming, and it was coming soon. The rest of the village could keep going on how it wasn't going to come for another month but Cloud knew it was probably going to hit before the end of the week.
He had sent his brothers out to complete the tasks they needed to get done: gather the supplies they needed, make sure the animals were secure and out of the weather, see if they can get the town master to give them their rent early. Most of them did it without complaint, they knew their brother was always right about when winter was going to hit and none of them wanted to be unprepared. Vanitas required a hit or two in order to get motivated, but he would do the tasks required.
Sure enough by the time the end of the week came the temperature had dropped and the rest of the village was running around trying to get as much organised before the frost set in. The Strife brothers didn't let up either, using the last few days to their full effect gathering as much firewood as they could so they wouldn't have to venture from their home for many weeks.
The winter winds were inevitable and soon the whole town was trapped inside to avoid the cold and the frost. Cloud and his brother's spent their time on their hobbies and trying to keep warm, and the winter weeks bore on and on.
Eventually it reached the point where it was clear the weather wasn't going to let up. Slowly it became clear that the reserves most had gathered weren't going to last.
One by one the people of the village moved into the master's house. It was a big house, an old castle that the master had inherited from his family that was built when the village was a much larger town so it could fit everyone in it. Still they would all have to pay the price of the protection.
Cloud and his brothers were the last of the villages people to enter the house. Paying their respects to the master they moved their things into the room they had been allocated and planning on keeping their heads as low as possible to avoid the conflicts that often happened when the whole village was stuck in a building.
There was three weeks left of winter and little did they know they had no hope of keeping their heads down and avoiding confrontation. The winter was going to change everything.