7Snogs - Prompts: #1, #6, #7 {Renji/Rukia}
Pairing: Renji/Rukia
Rating: PG
Title: Firstborn
Word count: 508
Summary: Renji finally faces the one moment every husband dreads: childbirth. AU.
A/N: Written for prompt #1: restless of 7snogs.
Renji sat in the lobby, his feet tapping away on the shiny hospital floor. He had been there for more than an hour, maybe even two or three. He hadn't budged save just to relieve himself or grab a snack from the cafeteria. Sleep-deprived, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins effortlessly kept him awake.
His backside was numb, his eyes felt like they were burning with salt, his thighs a little sluggish. He rose to his feet and paced the hallways, but was sure not to stray too far so as not to miss the news when it was announced. Eyes forever trained on the door, he felt his heart thumping hard against his chest. It was a tad bit surprising that he hadn't fallen unconscious - or even dead - from a damn heart attack.
It was his first time anyway, so one couldn't blame him. His brother-in-law never experienced such events before, but he did give Renji a simple yet powerful piece of advice.
Never panic and always stay calm.
Those were the two things that Renji was bad at that. Horrible, really. Even Rukia said so, but he didn't want her to win, so he took a few deep breaths and exhaled as slowly as he could. His chest already felt like bursting from the pressure. He smoothed the front of his shirt down, wiped the sweat from his brows, and cursed himself.
Buckle up, Renji. How the hell can you be a dad if you can't even handle yourself? Kid'll run all over the damned place if you can't do this.
He ducked his head, coughed into his hand as a pair of nurses walked by, flashing him reassuring smiles. Renji was certain that he looked pathetic, and when the ward door finally opened and the doctor emerged, Renji had rushed in before the man could say anything. Within moments, he was by the bedside, hands braced on either side of Rukia, eyes wide and laced through with worry.
"Rukia, you all right?" he all but shouted, causing a frown to overcome her exhausted face. She was sweating, beads of perspiration decorating her brows. He wiped them away with his sleeve, and when he withdrew his arm, she was smiling up at him.
Despite how tired she looked, she was, to Renji's eyes, simply beautiful.
"You're a daddy," she said, voice hoarse, eyes bright and joyful.
It took a moment for the idea to sink in, but when it did, Renji allowed a wide grin to grace his features, and he couldn't help but bend down and kiss her fiercely. "And you're a mummy!"
Title: Autumn Leaves
Word count: 382
Summary: Rukia doesn't want anyone to catch them out in the open. Renji doesn't care.
A/N: Written for prompt #6: leaves of 7snogs.
Rukia wonders where the time has gone. It's now autumn, with the occasional chill signifying the coming of winter.
She hugs herself, her loose shihakusho doing nothing to block out the night time breeze. Her breath is almost visible, slightly misting in the air before her, and she sighs. She gives a start when she feels a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap themselves around her waist.
But she doesn't need to turn back to see who it is.
"Renji," she says firmly, though her fingers are half-heartedly trying to pry his hands off, "we're out in the open. What if somebody catches us? I wouldn't want to explain this to my brother."
"Captain won't mind," he murmurs, hot breath warming her ear, sending a small jolt of desire up her spine, but she ignores it.
"Yes, he will." But Rukia can't help but turn around so that they are face to face, and not for the first time she finds herself in awe of his height. He towers over her; she only comes up to his chin.
She sighs again, this time in annoyance.
Renji dips his head, nuzzles the side of her neck. "Wanna eat out for lunch tomorrow? My treat."
"Maybe." Rukia pushes him away, but his hold is tight around her lean waist.
A sudden wind catches up, whipping her hair about her face and rustling the leaves overhead. Another chill causes her to shiver, and he brings her closer. A stray brown leaf lands on his head; she can't help but laugh as she brushes it away, receiving a puzzled look from him.
"What?"
"Nothing." She buries her nose in his chest, inhaling his earthly scent, enjoying the warmth his body emits. And then she stands on her tip toes, hands braced on his broad shoulders, and she pecks him on the lips. "Lunch sounds great."
Title: Dinner
Word count: 444
Summary: Rukia and Renji camp out in the forest.
A/N: Written for prompt #7: crackle of 7snogs.
Rukia steals a glance over at Renji, who is sitting on the log across the fire. The flames crackle, gently shattering the silence, a night time companion. His hair seems to glow, taking on a darker shade of red, and Rukia soon finds herself transfixed by the sight.
He looks up, catches her staring at him. A blush creeps its way up her cheeks, and she ducks her head when he flashes her a carefree smile. She nibbles on the half-eaten apple in her hands, hunched shoulders making her look more like a child than a certified shinigami.
It's been a few days since they left the Seireitei, having gone on a trip throughout the Rukon to battle hollows. It's more like a training session, really. Rukia's been wanting to improve her swordsmanship, and Renji, being the ever helpful one, had offered to assist her.
And so, that's how they find themselves here, deep in the forest, eating nothing but food cooked from game that had foolishly stepped into their traps.
Rukia had been the one to hunt for food. She had insisted; Renji, on the other hand, had tried to help her, but she was unbending, proclaiming that his only job was to train her and nothing more. So Renji had stayed on the sidelines, watching in disbelief and suppressing his laughter behind a hand whenever she burst out with a curse.
Rukia remembers being better than Renji at hunting, but now, given how long she has been with the Kuchiki family, her skills seem to be rather rusty. She still curses herself for it, for allowing her childhood talents to be worn away by luxuries of the Noble Family.
She gives a start when Renji comes to sit beside her. In the glow of the fire, his tattoos seem to take on a fiercer look, his ponytail spikier than usual. She feels her breath catch in her throat, and she focuses on the apple to distract her attention from him.
And then his breath is right beside her ear, his lips pressed ever so gently to her cheek, his whisper the only thing that she can hear: "Thanks for dinner."
She feels the heat threatening to burst through her cheeks and, taking a big bite of the apple, brushes him off. "You're welcome, Renji."
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Rating: PG
Title: Firstborn
Word count: 508
Summary: Renji finally faces the one moment every husband dreads: childbirth. AU.
A/N: Written for prompt #1: restless of 7snogs.
Renji sat in the lobby, his feet tapping away on the shiny hospital floor. He had been there for more than an hour, maybe even two or three. He hadn't budged save just to relieve himself or grab a snack from the cafeteria. Sleep-deprived, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins effortlessly kept him awake.
His backside was numb, his eyes felt like they were burning with salt, his thighs a little sluggish. He rose to his feet and paced the hallways, but was sure not to stray too far so as not to miss the news when it was announced. Eyes forever trained on the door, he felt his heart thumping hard against his chest. It was a tad bit surprising that he hadn't fallen unconscious - or even dead - from a damn heart attack.
It was his first time anyway, so one couldn't blame him. His brother-in-law never experienced such events before, but he did give Renji a simple yet powerful piece of advice.
Never panic and always stay calm.
Those were the two things that Renji was bad at that. Horrible, really. Even Rukia said so, but he didn't want her to win, so he took a few deep breaths and exhaled as slowly as he could. His chest already felt like bursting from the pressure. He smoothed the front of his shirt down, wiped the sweat from his brows, and cursed himself.
Buckle up, Renji. How the hell can you be a dad if you can't even handle yourself? Kid'll run all over the damned place if you can't do this.
He ducked his head, coughed into his hand as a pair of nurses walked by, flashing him reassuring smiles. Renji was certain that he looked pathetic, and when the ward door finally opened and the doctor emerged, Renji had rushed in before the man could say anything. Within moments, he was by the bedside, hands braced on either side of Rukia, eyes wide and laced through with worry.
"Rukia, you all right?" he all but shouted, causing a frown to overcome her exhausted face. She was sweating, beads of perspiration decorating her brows. He wiped them away with his sleeve, and when he withdrew his arm, she was smiling up at him.
Despite how tired she looked, she was, to Renji's eyes, simply beautiful.
"You're a daddy," she said, voice hoarse, eyes bright and joyful.
It took a moment for the idea to sink in, but when it did, Renji allowed a wide grin to grace his features, and he couldn't help but bend down and kiss her fiercely. "And you're a mummy!"
Title: Autumn Leaves
Word count: 382
Summary: Rukia doesn't want anyone to catch them out in the open. Renji doesn't care.
A/N: Written for prompt #6: leaves of 7snogs.
Rukia wonders where the time has gone. It's now autumn, with the occasional chill signifying the coming of winter.
She hugs herself, her loose shihakusho doing nothing to block out the night time breeze. Her breath is almost visible, slightly misting in the air before her, and she sighs. She gives a start when she feels a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap themselves around her waist.
But she doesn't need to turn back to see who it is.
"Renji," she says firmly, though her fingers are half-heartedly trying to pry his hands off, "we're out in the open. What if somebody catches us? I wouldn't want to explain this to my brother."
"Captain won't mind," he murmurs, hot breath warming her ear, sending a small jolt of desire up her spine, but she ignores it.
"Yes, he will." But Rukia can't help but turn around so that they are face to face, and not for the first time she finds herself in awe of his height. He towers over her; she only comes up to his chin.
She sighs again, this time in annoyance.
Renji dips his head, nuzzles the side of her neck. "Wanna eat out for lunch tomorrow? My treat."
"Maybe." Rukia pushes him away, but his hold is tight around her lean waist.
A sudden wind catches up, whipping her hair about her face and rustling the leaves overhead. Another chill causes her to shiver, and he brings her closer. A stray brown leaf lands on his head; she can't help but laugh as she brushes it away, receiving a puzzled look from him.
"What?"
"Nothing." She buries her nose in his chest, inhaling his earthly scent, enjoying the warmth his body emits. And then she stands on her tip toes, hands braced on his broad shoulders, and she pecks him on the lips. "Lunch sounds great."
Title: Dinner
Word count: 444
Summary: Rukia and Renji camp out in the forest.
A/N: Written for prompt #7: crackle of 7snogs.
Rukia steals a glance over at Renji, who is sitting on the log across the fire. The flames crackle, gently shattering the silence, a night time companion. His hair seems to glow, taking on a darker shade of red, and Rukia soon finds herself transfixed by the sight.
He looks up, catches her staring at him. A blush creeps its way up her cheeks, and she ducks her head when he flashes her a carefree smile. She nibbles on the half-eaten apple in her hands, hunched shoulders making her look more like a child than a certified shinigami.
It's been a few days since they left the Seireitei, having gone on a trip throughout the Rukon to battle hollows. It's more like a training session, really. Rukia's been wanting to improve her swordsmanship, and Renji, being the ever helpful one, had offered to assist her.
And so, that's how they find themselves here, deep in the forest, eating nothing but food cooked from game that had foolishly stepped into their traps.
Rukia had been the one to hunt for food. She had insisted; Renji, on the other hand, had tried to help her, but she was unbending, proclaiming that his only job was to train her and nothing more. So Renji had stayed on the sidelines, watching in disbelief and suppressing his laughter behind a hand whenever she burst out with a curse.
Rukia remembers being better than Renji at hunting, but now, given how long she has been with the Kuchiki family, her skills seem to be rather rusty. She still curses herself for it, for allowing her childhood talents to be worn away by luxuries of the Noble Family.
She gives a start when Renji comes to sit beside her. In the glow of the fire, his tattoos seem to take on a fiercer look, his ponytail spikier than usual. She feels her breath catch in her throat, and she focuses on the apple to distract her attention from him.
And then his breath is right beside her ear, his lips pressed ever so gently to her cheek, his whisper the only thing that she can hear: "Thanks for dinner."
She feels the heat threatening to burst through her cheeks and, taking a big bite of the apple, brushes him off. "You're welcome, Renji."
MY AUCTION THREAD HERE
Offering 1 fic of at least 500 words + a set of 20 icons per V-gift to all bidders.
I've...gone into charity now. Which is good. Right?