more finn x rachel because that's the majority of the prompts i've been getting :)

the rating has also now been upped to 'm,' thanks to a prompt from ciel :P


i.

Finchel in the Hunger Games

She hates this, hates that, of all people, she has to compete against him.

His brown eyes connect with hers as they stand on the platform, the crowd cheering around them, and he gives her a small, sad smile.

She knows he didn't want things to end up this way either.

She glances over at the slips of paper that are still crumpled in the woman's fist, the ones that bear both his name and hers, and she wonders if this is how things are meant to be. She's always secretly wanted to get to know him, always wondered what it would be like to talk to him, get him to laugh.

Now they're both seemingly headed to their doom, so she knows that will never happen.

They're ushered off the stage then, one after the other, and, for second, before they come face to face with all the cameras and the reporters, she feels his fingers brush her back, feel his breath as he leans down to whisper, "Best of luck. I'm rooting for you."

Then they're pulled in separate directions, and her heart aches, because she really wishes they could both win.

Actually, she wishes the Games didn't exist at all.


ii.

Finchel at Rachel's first Broadway show (behind the scenes)

He knocks softly on the door of her dressing room, and the door swings open. Her eyes are worried, and her lip trembles.

"Rach," he says softly, and she collapses into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He pulls her closer and presses a kiss to the top of her head. "What's wrong, babe? If I don't go soon I might miss the opening number—"

"I can't do it, Finn," she says softly. "I - I'm not cut out for this, I'm not ready—"

"Hey," he says softly, cutting her off. He pulls her back and tilts her chin up so she's looking at him. "What are you saying, Rach? You've been waiting for this moment your whole life."

"What if I'm not good enough?" she asks, her voice a broken whisper.

"Rachel Berry," Finn says, and he smiles. "If you weren't good enough, you would've known that a long time ago. You wouldn't have gotten this part. You wouldn't be about to perform in your first Broadway play."

She smiles despite herself, ducking her head.

"You're going to be amazing," he tells her softly.

She hesitates, then she nods, grinning as she stands up on her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Thank you," she whispers.

"Break a leg," he tells her, squeezing her hand.

She smiles even wider. "I love you."

"I'll be there, right in the center," he reminds her, backing up out of the dressing room.

"I know," she says. "You always are."

And if he has his way, he always will be.


iii.

FINN AND RACHEL HAVE SEX AND PEOPLE COME WITH THEIR MOUTHS O-EN WRITE IT MAESTRO

"F - Finn," she pants out as he moves inside her, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Finn, I'm - I'm g - gonna—" She gasps then, a cry escaping her wide open mouth, and her walls shudder around him as she comes.

She feels him begin to shake as well, and he comes undone inside of, his own familiar 'o' face gracing his features. They both pant as they finish, and he presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling out of her.

"You have a cute orgasm face," she mutters as he curls his body around her own, his fingers running up and down her arm.

"What?" he asks with a laugh. "If either one of us does, it's you."

"No," she murmurs sleepily, pressing a kiss against his nose. "You have the cute face."

He just laughs, telling her to go to sleep.


iv.

Finn and Rachel fighting adorably over what they should name their newborn daughter.

Finn places both hands on her rounded stomach. "Riley," he proposes.

Rachel frowns, her nose scrunching up. "Fanny."

"Rach," he groans. "We both agreed - no Barbra."

"No, you agreed," she mutters. "How about Maria, then?"

"Janelle," he fires back.

"Eponine."

"Emma."

"Elphaba."

"Rachel, come on." He groans in frustration, tugging on his hair.

"I'm trying to give suggestions!" she says hotly, huffing as she glares at him, folding her arms over her chest.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, biting his lip. He looks at her for a second. "Wait," he says slowly. "What about… Ava?"

"Ava," Rachel repeats. "Ava." She says it slowly, as if she's soaking it in, tasting every syllable. A slow smile spreads across her face. "I love it," she says decisively.

"Really?" he asks, grinning. He places his hands on top of her stomach once more, imagining their baby girl inside.

"Really," she grins back, cupping his chin and planting a kiss on his lips.


v.

Prompt: Burt walks in on Finchel

Finn's just managed to get Rachel's sweater over her head, leaning down to press a kiss to her collar bone, her breathy moans echoing in his ear, when she suddenly squeaks, pushing him off of her.

"What the hell?"

Finn freezes, his heart pounding as Rachel blushes, crossing her arms so she's covering her chest, one bra strap falling down her shoulder. He turns around to see Burt, standing in the doorway looking shocked.

"Finn," he says slowly. "I suggest you and Rachel both get dressed, then we are going to have a little… chat."

Finn gulps as Burt leaves, and Rachel covers her face with her hands. "That was mortifying," she groans. She peeks out at him. "I told you we shouldn't have risked anything while your parents are home!"

He's terrified about what Burt's going to do to him, but seeing her all worked up is, well… turning him on. He grips the side of her face and kisses her, pulling away when she whimpers to whisper, "Well, then, you shouldn't have worn that sweater. You know what it does to me."

"You just can't control yourself," she huffs, getting up to locate said sweater.

"Not when it comes to you," he admits, and she doesn't look at him, but he knows she's smiling.


vi.

write a fic about how he asked her to marry and how was the wedding

They get married at the end of their junior year of college. They've already been living together for a year and they've been engaged since their senior year of high school, so it's really a long time coming.

They opt for a mixed ceremony, combining both Jewish and Christian aspects, at a temple in New York City, and most of their friends in family fly in from Ohio, or wherever they are currently.

He waits at the end of the aisle, the yarmulke he's wearing kind of awkward but still totally cool at the same time, and everyone's heads turn when the traditional wedding march sounds. He swallows because suddenly this is all so real: Rachel, in her gorgeous white dress, walking toward him, her dads on either side of her, her hands trembling slightly as she grips her bouquet, tears already in her eyes, her lips curled upward into a smile.

His heart pounds, because the rest of his life is really starting today. In a matter of minutes, Rachel Berry will finally be his wife.

Her dads each kiss her cheek before giving her away, and she laughs a little bit as she takes Finn's hands. He laughs a bit, too, because he can't not, not when she's so beautiful and there.

They exchange vows and rings, the rabbi says some things in Hebrew, but Finn's not really paying attention. He just keeps his eyes locked with Rachel's, the dark brown boring into him, her eyes shining brightly. She chokes up a little bit during her vows, but he just smooths his thumb over the back of her hand, giving her a small smile. He tears up a bit during his own.

Finally, the rabbi announces that they are officially man and wife, and, if he would be so obliged, he can kiss the bride.

So he does, taking her into his arms, and, for the first time, he kisses his wife. She smiles against his mouth, and he tips her back a bit, kissing her a little harder. She giggles, pulling away, and then they are officially announced as 'Mr. and Mrs. Finn Hudson.'

He beams down at her, and she smiles just as brightly up at him, and he doesn't remember ever being so happy. Rachel Berry is now Rachel Hudson, his wife, and she'll be his forever.

He can't imagine anything more perfect.


vii.

they go to their daughter's first play, like, for kindergarten or school or something, and rachel gets super nervous and all control freak and idk something

Ava's a flower in the Mother's Day pageant her preschool is putting on, but, with the way Rachel's acting, you would think she just scored the role of Maria in a toddler production of West Side Story. (Never mind every child has a part - Ava's clearly the star).

"She doesn't even have any lines, Rach," Finn groans as Rachel once again tells Ava to sit up straighter and look pretty, her costume (a paper plate with a paper flower pasted onto it) already sitting atop her head.

He shifts his arms so he can still hold Chris, who's chewing on his thumb, and he sighs as Rachel ignores him.

"You'll be perfect, sweet pea," Rachel whispers, kissing their daughter's nose. "Just remember the words to your song, and smile, and everything will be perfect, alright?"

Ava nods dutifully, her brown eyes big and wide, and Finn has to wonder if Rachel is freaking her out. "You'll be great, Ava," he says, leaning down to kiss her forehead, and a dimpled smile spreads across her cheeks. "Mommy, Daddy, and Chris will be watching you, okay? Now go get ready with the rest of your class. Go on!"

She skips off then, before Rachel can shout out any last minute instructions. Finn sees Rachel frown as her hand rests on her sternum.

"C'mon," he mutters, shifting Chris so he can hold him with one arm, gripping Rachel's hand with the other. "Let's go find our seats."

Rachel's eerily silent as they sit down, taking Chris from him to bounce him on her lap, her white teeth gently pulling her bottom lip into her mouth.

"She'll be fine," Finn murmurs, wrapping an arm around his wife and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "She's got the Berry gene, doesn't she?"

Rachel offers him a grateful smile, leaning up to press her lips sweetly against his. "You really think so?"

"Baby, I know so," he promises, and she smiles.

Ava's totally the best flower ever, for the record. She's Rachel Berry's daughter through and through.


viii.

finn and rachel, going ~somewhere after their senior prom ;)

Rachel knows it's cliche to lose your virginity on prom night, so she figures it's a good thing she's not a virgin, because Finn did spend all this money on the hotel room, and she would hate for it not to go to good use.

He's smiling nervously at her as he pushes open the door to let her go inside first, almost like it's the first time, almost like they haven't had sex a thousand times. They're engaged; of course they've done it. Yet she can't explain it - she feels a little nervous, too.

"So…" Finn clears his throat, shoving his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

She smiles. "So…"

"You look really beautiful tonight," Finn tells her for the fifth time. "Not that you don't always look pretty, 'cuz you do, but like, I really like your dress, and you did your makeup super nice and stuff—"

"Finn," Rachel says, cutting him off. She offers him a small smile, sitting down on the bed and patting the comforter, indicating for him to sit next to her.

He gives her a grateful smile, sinking down onto the bed. She looks him in the eye, raising a hand to cup his cheek, then she leans in, pressing her lips against his.

Immediately, she feels him relax, and she knows that he's comfortable now. They know each other; they've done this before. His tongue slides into her mouth, and she tugs on the sleeves of his jacket, pushing it off of him. He pulls away so he can shrug it off, attaching his lips to her neck and sucking on her pulse point lightly once he has.

She lets out a little gasp, her hands raking through his hair, and as his fingers find her zipper, her eyes flutter closed.

She may not be losing her virginity on prom night, but it's still sure to be a night to remember.


ix.

How about one where Rachel was in the hospital but ends up okay in the end? :)

He keeps telling himself that she'll be okay. She has to be.

She's been unconscious for a week now, ever since she was in the car crash, and Finn's kind of going insane. He needs her here, absolutely needs her to be okay. He can't be okay if she isn't.

He hardly leaves her side, sitting by her bed day and day, her hand limp in his. Sometimes he sings, his voice hoarse and scratchy, but he thinks that if anything will help her wake up, it'll be singing. So he sings, his voice soft in the small, quiet room.

He's singing some Journey, his lips barely even moving as the words leave his lips, as the melody escapes his throat, when he feels her fingers twitch within his own.

His eyes widen, and he abruptly stops singing. She's still breathing; her eyes are still closed. He wonders if he imagined it.

He sighs, and he begins to sing again.

He's only been singing for a few seconds when he feels her fingers move again, and he stops once more, staring intensely at her hand, which is now gripping his.

"Mm, why did you stop singing?"

He looks up to see Rachel blinking at him, smiling just a little bit.

"Oh my God, Rach," he breathes, and then he's kissing her, softly, gently, his hand cradling her face as if she might break. He's crying a bit, a few tears landing on her cheeks, but he smiles as he pulls away, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "I wasn't sure if you'd wake up, Rachel. You scared me. Don't ever do that to me again, alright?"

She nods, tears filling her own eyes as she clasps his hand tightly with her own, kissing the back of it. "I promise," she whispers.

He studies her: the wide brown eyes, the soft smile, trying to make sure she's real. To prove she is, he kisses her again.

She's real and she's here and she's okay. Everything's going to be okay. He has her and everything will be fine.


x.

op op um if you want to like the cheerios or someone makes fun of rachel, and she feels bad about herself and finn makes her feel better.

Rumors have been circulating since she and Finn announced their engagement, but she didn't let them affect her until today. She takes in a deep breath, trying to keep the tears that threaten to spill over at bay as she pushes through the crowded hallway. She needs to get to the choir room. She needs to block out the whispers, the judging looks.

But she keeps hearing the word as she passes, and it stings.

Pregnant.

It's not true, of course, but it hurts all the same. Why would that be the only reason Finn would ask her to marry him? Can't they just be in love?

She finally manages to reach the choir room, pushing the door open and walking briskly inside. It's miraculously empty. She heads over to the first row of chairs, collapsing onto one of them, her bottom lip trembling as the tears finally break loose, spilling down her cheeks, leaving hot, wet trails on her skin.

Someone else comes in then, and she does her best to cover her face with her hands.

"Rach?" Finn's strong arms are suddenly around her, drawing her to him. "Rachel, what's wrong?"

She leans into him, pulling her hands down, and she whimpers, "D-Did you know that there's a rumor that I'm p-pregnant, Finn?"

"Wait, are you pregnant?" She can tell he's alarmed, and his hold on her tightens. "Is that why you're crying?"

"N-no!" she wails. "B-but they all assume I am, and th-that's why you asked me to m-marry you!"

"Rachel," he says quietly, smoothing her hair with one hand.

"I mean, why can't we just be getting married because we love each other and want to spend the rest of our lives together? Why is that so hard to understand?"

"Because," he begins, and she rests her head on his shoulder, "they don't get it, Rach. They haven't experienced something as wonderful as what we have, so they don't understand it. So, in order to explain it, they make up these vicious, stupid rumors, because they can't possibly get that we already know that we're supposed to be together for the rest of our lives, because they don't know that feeling."

She lets that soak in for a moment, and then slowly, she nods, craning her neck so she can look up at him. "You're right," she says. "And - and I guess it shouldn't matter what they say. Because I'm not pregnant, and I'm still going to marry you, regardless of what they think, or what they say. No one's opinion matters to me besides yours."

He smiles then, kissing her soundly, and she knows that she's making the right choice. Let everyone talk and make up vicious rumors. As long as she has Finn, she could care less.


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