Fifty Words, Fifty Sentences

By Crystal Snowflakes

Summary: Fifty word prompts—one sentence each—about Reno and Yuffie.


Picked 50 writing prompts from a list of 130 Writing Prompts by undefinedromance89 on deviantart


1 - Lock

It didn't matter how many times Reno had changed his locks, how many precautions he had taken, or how often he had threatened her with bodily harm and physical torture if she ever broke into his apartment again; all of it was useless in the end—nothing could stop a stubborn ninja from barging through the door at two o'clock in the morning when she didn't feel like being alone.

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2 - Papercut

The amount of whining and complaining that came out of Yuffie's mouth whenever she cut herself with a piece of paper never ceased to surprise—and annoy—Reno, especially when her body was all jagged scars from saving the world; somehow, he found himself not only tolerating it, but also finding it almost endearing—in a really fucking irritating way, of course.

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3 - Sunrise

As the early morning sun cast an amber hue over the room and the sound of traffic in the busy city grew louder, Yuffie couldn't help but smile at the way Reno's chest rose and fell slowly as he slept; it was rare that she had this kind of quiet moment with him—with his caustic remarks and her unending quips—and she took the opportunity to curl up on her side and watch the soft expression on his face as she reminded herself to cherish this fleeting moment.

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4 - Award

"I deserve a fuckin' trophy for puttin' up with you," Reno muttered, more to himself than anything as he stared down at the blood and bandages in his hands before his gaze drifted back to Yuffie's figure—pale, unmoving, and quietly breathing—on his bed; only then did he realize how close he had gotten to losing her—how much he cared about her, even if she could be such a stubborn bitch sometimes.

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5 - Alcohol

Over time, Reno learned that if he drank enough whiskey—four shots, to be exact—fast enough, his senses would be dulled enough so that the world around him didn't hurt anymore, and anyone with dark hair and dark eyes would look enough like her that he could convince himself he was looking at her; now, if only her laughter wasn't so distinctively loud and obnoxious and infectious…

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6 - Dawn

Yuffie let out a sigh as the brink of the day loomed over her, and she couldn't help but to feel tired and drained even though the day had yet to be started—she just wanted this whole day to be done and over with; her gaze flickered to the traditional dress that was red, red, red—just like his hair—and with a heavy heart, she knew that time was up—there was no escaping the inevitable..

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7 - Key

"Ya know, Turkey," Yuffie said, her shiteating grin growing wider even though she was being held at gunpoint—she couldn't help but be secretly pleased at the way Reno's green eyes narrowed in mild frustration as he tried to bite back a smirk, "I wouldn't have to keep breaking in if you just gave me a key."

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8 - Chase

It was like a game to her—she'd follow him around until he got annoyed, but as soon as he started chasing, she wouldn't stop until he had her backed into a corner—and it always ended in the same way; he would never manage to catch her because of her stupid luck or her ability to throw herself off buildings—but that didn't mean he wasn't having fun, even though he'd never admit to it.

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9 - Tattoo

"How painful can it be?" Yuffie always asked whenever she caught sight of the tattoos on his cheekbones, and it wasn't until she showed up to his apartment one day, wincing and cursing under her breath, with a brand new tattoo around her entire left forearm—a pink ribbon with a bow—that she stopped wondering; feeling sorry for her, Reno passed her an ice pack wrapped in a towel.

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10 - Roof

There were nights when the skies were so clear and the moon and the stars would shine so brightly as if they could see everything from miles away; on those nights, they would lay down together with a blanket between them and talk about everything and nothing—and she would wish for time to stand still.

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11 - Bandage

As Yuffie stood at the bar chatting with Tifa, her gaze drifted just past her—catching a glimpse of red—and she had to remind herself that it was like ripping off a bandage—the pain still lingered, but it was dull enough to be bearable and only stung when reminded the pain; if she stopped looking at him, the pain would fade to nothing more than an uncomfortable ache in the back of her mind.

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12 - Rug

A breathless gasp escaped her lips as his body sank into her, and she knew from experience that she'd have rug burns on her back by the end of the night, so she pulled him closer to her, kissing him harder than before; she sure as hell was gonna make sure he had rug burns on his knees as well—just to make sure that things were fair and all.

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13 - Magnet

It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to stay away from him, but there was an invisible pull—almost like a magnet—that drew her back each and every time; she wanted nothing more than to walk away—to save herself from the pain when the inevitable happened—but the moment he caught her gaze, her heart would beat wildly against her chest, and she'd bounce towards him before she could stop herself.

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14 - Guitar

Yuffie knew exactly where to touch to make Reno shudder and curse, knew where each one of his scars were and how he got them, knew where every one of his handguns were hidden in his apartment, but it wasn't until he picked up a guitar at the local community centre—where they were forced to volunteer for the sake of good PR—and played that she realized she didn't know him at all.

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15 - Work

In all the years Reno had ever been a Turk, he had never been late to work—though he had been close a few times—because he was a consummate professional; except Yuffie was a terrible influence on him because ever since she had moved in—without even asking, actually—they would sometimes spend an extra half an hour in bed in the mornings, or they would go and grab a coffee by the café nearby, or she would pretend to be domesticated and make breakfast—he had to put out a fire more than once—causing him to be late on more than one occasion—not that he'd ever want to change a thing.

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16 - Ladder

He'd never tell her that his favourite part about co-op missions with her was watching her climb up a ladder from the ground because her ass would sway in all the right ways; he didn't have a death wish.

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17 - Shirt

If he was honest with himself, he liked the way his shirts swallowed her whole—it didn't help that she usually wore nothing else underneath and the shirt would occasionally creep up and expose more skin when she bounced around—and the way the smell of her lingered on them; still, whenever he caught her standing in front of his closet, ready to pinch a shirt of his, he would always say the same thing: "Those are mine, dipshit—get your own."

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18 - Bullet

"You better fuckin' be thankful, brat," Reno had muttered, voice strained and raspy as he tried to push himself off of her, blood oozing from the hole in his shoulder, and all she could focus on was the drip, drip, drip of his blood and how warm it was as it seeped onto her skin; it was a sickening sensation, knowing the blood wasn't hers and that someone in her country wanted her dead.

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19 - Goodbye

Parting ways was supposed to be easy because after all, that had been the plan from the start—they'd fuck until her responsibilities caught up to her and then they'd part; yet here she was, standing in the quietness of his apartment, clinging to him as if her world was falling apart beneath her feet.

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20 - Dessert

Reno didn't like sweets—he preferred the bitterness of coffee, the sting of alcohol, and the acidity of cigarettes—but he would never pass up a chance to steal a bite of her dessert, if only to see the look of outrage on her face.

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21 - Coffee

Yuffie didn't like it when her coffee was bitter—she preferred liberally dousing it in cream and sugar until it tasted like diabetes in a cup—but stealing his coffee and chugging it down despite the nasty taste was worth the look of pure, unadulterated irritation on his face.

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22 - Blood

"What have you done, Reno?" Yuffie's voice came out as a broken whisper, and all he could do was avoid her gaze as he stared down at his hands and nails as blood—her father's blood—coated every inch of him; she had always known that his job would take precedence over everything else—always—so why did it suddenly feel so wrong?

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23 - Rain

"You're gonna get sick from the cold, brat," Reno muttered gruffly as he leaned against the doorframe of his balcony, towel ready in hand to receive the lunatic dancing in the rain, and a laugh was all the warning he got before Yuffie flung herself at him with her arms outstretched—wet hair and all; when she curled up against him in bed later that night, shivering, he repeated the same words over and over again: "I told you so, you little shit."

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24 - Shade

Reno wasn't the type to think of the future—he lived day-to-day, doing whatever the hell he wanted to do—but as he sat next to Yuffie—ass in the sand and the shade of the swaying palm tree above them—he couldn't help but wonder how much longer they would have together.

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25 - Money

Yuffie always prided herself on the fact that she didn't care about money—she couldn't see what the point of selling her soul for money would be; but as she knelt inside the temple—wearing a wedding dress she had never seen before, next to a man that was most definitely not a redhead—she wondered if selling her soul for her country was the same thing.

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26 - Street

Sometimes, she'd wander the roads of what was left or Sector Seven as a reminder that nothing in the world lasts forever; sometimes, he'd join her on her walks to remind himself that some mistakes are unforgivable.

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27 - Ambulance

"You're fucking crazy," Reno managed to choke out between gritted teeth as his hand shot up to grab the panic bar above the door, knuckles white as his nails dug into his palm; meanwhile, Yuffie let out a loud whoop of laughter next to him, pumping her fist in triumph as she managed a U-Turn in the ambulance she had just hotwired minutes ago.

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28 - Sex

She liked the way he treated her like she was any ordinary person and that there was no pressure or expectation for her to act a certain way; his touches and kisses made her stomach curl and her traitorous heart leap and she would repeat the same mantra to herself again and again: "It was just sex and nothing else."

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29 - Death

There were nights when she'd had too much alcohol and her inhibition was lowered—when the weight of what had happened would overwhelm her and she would cry and mourn for the people she had lost along the way; on those nights, he'd hold her as she fell apart in his arms and wonder why he didn't feel as remorseful as her.

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30 - Danger

It wasn't the first time—or the second time, for that matter—he'd told her, but Reno hated how she would throw herself headfirst into danger with a reckless abandon that was honestly disturbing; at the same time, he couldn't stop admiring how fiercely she would risk everything she could to help people in need—he'd just have to make sure he was around to save the dumbass.

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31 - Fear

Yuffie liked to think of herself as fearless, but as she flung herself into his arms—screaming and cursing up a storm—when a clown burst through the doorway for Marlene's birthday, he called her out on her bullshit.

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32 - Ocean

"I'm fine," Yuffie would insist before gagging and retching into a bucket as the ship swayed on the waves, and Reno couldn't help but wonder if taking the helicopter to Costa Del Sol instead would have saved his sanity; at this point though, it was hard to tell if she was trying to convince herself or him that she was fine.

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33 - River

She had jumped into the water with nothing but her underwear and bra, and if he wasn't so sure she'd kick his ass, he'd swim up to her, press her back against the rocks, and kiss her until she was breathless; nevertheless, he was going to enjoy every second of this show from far away, out of her reach.

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34 - Jacket

Reno had never given her the permission to use his jacket, but without fail, anytime Yuffie showed up to his workplace, it would go missing from his chair or the hook in his office and it was inevitable that he'd find it draped over her shoulders sooner or later; the funny thing was that anytime he offered her his jacket, she would decline it with a scowl, and it became an old joke between them for him leave it somewhere so she could steal it.

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35 - Fall

Those orange shorts that she occasionally wore looked awful on her, and he didn't hesitate to point out that it wasn't her colour, but there was something about her twisting and twirling underneath the bright skies as leaves of amber, gold, and red whirled around, that made his lip curl; he couldn't tear his eyes away—not that he was trying to.

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36 - Confetti

Just when Reno thought nothing Yuffie ever did would ever faze him, she held a cylinder the size of a toilet paper tube and pulled, causing a loud explosion to erupt and thousands—maybe millions—of pieces of confetti to scatter in the middle of his living room; he stood frozen for several moments, mouth open until his brain finally caught up and let let out a curse: "Fuck."

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37 - War

Anyone who had ever had to fight the way she fought and lose what she had lost never stayed the same, yet despite all the battle scars that decorated her skin, she still laughed easily and had a zest for life that few had; it was all an act, of course—he had seen her curl up and cry when she thought she was alone.

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38 - Birthday

When Yuffie showed up with cake on his actual birthday—the one that he had almost forgotten and wasn't even actually on any of the Shinra files—he realized he had underestimated her ability to surprise him; but then she began sliding down her pants, her movement tantalizingly slow as her hips swayed from side to side—the slightest hint of black lace lingerie peeking out—and he was forced to acknowledge that he liked the unpredictability she brought in his life.

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40 - Church

Yuffie wasn't really the type to believe in any deities, but she spent a couple of hours each month with her bare feet in the water of the Sector Five Church; she secretly liked it when Reno tagged along to annoy her because it wasn't as lonely that way.

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39 - Watch

Ever since she had stomped her way into his life, forcing her way into his world, he made sure to buy a few extra watches to hide in different places of the apartment; she had a tendency to steal them out of pettiness whenever they argued—which happened more than he cared to admit.

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41 - Monsters

Godo's blood soaked through her clothes, and as her arms wrapped tightly around her father, she stared up at Reno—dazed and bewildered; for the first time, she understood the saying that monsters were real, and that monsters could be anyone—even the man who made her feel safe.

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42 - Lie

"We'll have spawns like you want, and they'll drive me up the fuckin' wall like you do," he murmured languidly against her neck, his fingers dipping lower and lower; it was a lie—she knew it and he knew it—but she went along with it willingly anyway because reality was something she wasn't willing to face—not yet.

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43 - Kiss

Their first kiss—fervent and messy, lips bruising together as he fucked her against the wall—was a drunken memory in the dark alleyway behind Seventh Heaven that should've never happened; their last kiss was soft and slow under a flickering streetlamp in Edge, and it felt like they had all the time in the world to spare, even if they didn't.

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44 - Swing

The swing creaked beneath her weight as Yuffie stared at the rays of sunlight peeking through the mountains of Wutai; the red of the sky was a vibrant contrast against the black of the clouds, and it reminded her of everything she had given up.

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45 - Candle

Their idea of a candlelight dinner was pizza in a box, beer from the can, and a movie on the screen as they curled up together on the couch, eating off paper plates; and then they'd talk about nothing and insult each other while criticizing whatever they decided to watch.

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46 - City

Despite the fresh ocean breeze from the coast and the crisp scent of nature, Yuffie missed Edge—where the weather was muggy and it smelled like iron and smoke; it took her a while to realize that she didn't actually miss the city itself, but rather the people who lived there—like a certain asshole with a caustic personality.

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47 - Photograph

Smoke rose from the burning photograph—of him and of her, together—in his hand, and as Reno watched it disintegrate to ash, his chest tightened with an unfamiliar feeling that was quickly becoming too familiar; they had been happy together, once upon a time.

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48 - Confession

As they escaped the police station after a long night—and holy fuck did he miss his bed and how did she always manage to drag him down with her—with her skipping in jubilation and singing off-pitch while he followed behind, he couldn't help his lips from curling up in amusement; he said the only thing that came to mind at that very moment, "You're a pain in my fuckin' ass."

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49 - Nightmare

She was always exhausted after fighting off nightmares and found herself unable to sleep, and on those nights, she would wake him up so that he could keep her company until sleep came again; on the nights nightmares visited him and he couldn't sleep, he would sneak out to have a smoke, and she would follow him with a blanket and curl up by his side.

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50 - Ring

Reno had never offered, but when Yuffie's things started appearing in his cabinet, or in his drawers, or on his countertop—like her shampoo, or her underwears, or a box of her pads—he just rolled with it; when the bulk of her clothes finally appeared in his closet one day, he left a diamond ring on her side of the bed—it shone brightly on her finger the next time he saw her.

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Author's Notes: I was reading old reffie fics on ffnet, and instead of writing my longfics, I decided to do a 50 sentence fic because nostalgia (also procrastination on longfics). Also, because I haven't written anything Reffie for a while, I wanted to do a warm-up. Excuse the run-on-sentences XD Hope there was a good mix between comedic and angst, though I felt like some of them turned dark real quick. Oops.

Completed: March 9, 2022