tulip muses

Finnick Odair x (Female) Reader

*finnick odair and all other hunger games characters mentioned are not owned or created by me*

note: this is inspired from the movie “Titanic” when Jack draws Rose

Summary: Reader is an artist that works with the highly renowned Capital stylist Cinna. Reader and Finnick are in an established, serious relationship. when reader is working on a dress design for an upcoming capital event, she gets the idea to draw Finnick with his trident.

You catch him staring at you again. His eyebrows rise and his cheeks hollow as a thin smile appears when your eyes meet. His sea green eyes melt, and a single lock of his curly bronze hair falls to just barely cover the top part of his left eyebrow. You can’t help but return his grin. You look at him as he sits on the couch. He looks like a Greek god. Pure, unfiltered sunlight seeps from the window through the linen curtain and paints his body in the most beautiful gold you’ve ever seen. 

“Can I draw you Finnick, please.”

“Why sweetheart, doesn't Cinna give you enough projects?”

“Yes, but those are for work. this- well, this is for me. will you do it for me?” 

moments pass before Finnick rises from his spot on the couch and walks over to your chair. when he reaches your chair, he squats down to your level and holds his hands out to you. in one fluid motion, his gentle, but calloused hands reach to grasp your palms. you feel the smoothness and warmth of his hands as his thumbs begin to slowly stroke up and down your hands. his green eyes peer into yours as he continues to run his thumbs up and down your hands. 

“Darling, if you want this so bad, then- I will do it, for you.”

a large smile instantly appeared on your face. he reciprocated the joy you felt by smiling at you, then grabbing your face with his palms. he stared at you for a long while before rubbing his thumbs in a circle motion around your cheeks, similar to the pattern he traced on your hands moments ago. you smiled at him as he pushes a stray curl away from your face and places it behind your ear. you could feel Finnick’s warm breath on your cheeks as he moved his face closer to yours. you reached up and ran your hands through his messy, but breathtaking hair before your hands meet and secure themselves around his neck. you both stay there for a second, relishing the feeling of your close proximity. Finnick is the first to cave. he grabs you face and presses your lips together in a flushed moment. your lips connect and your hands around his neck press his face closer to yours. you feel a smile on your lips as Finnick continues to gently kiss you. 

after what feels like hours. Finnick withdraws his lips from yours, leans upright, and joins your foreheads together. his hands drop from your face and return back to your palms where they resume there circular massaging. 

“Where do you want do draw me love?”

a wide grin appears on your face as he reminds you of drawing him.

“there” you whisper, pointing over the to the sunlit window. the linen curtains stir slightly as the cool evening air blows. 

Finnick removes his forehead from yours and looks in the direction where you point. he smiles gently, admiring your ability to craft and select the perfect scenery. Finnick extends his legs and returns to standing, towering over you in the most flawless way. 

you rise from your spot on the chair to gather your art supplies. you grab your drawing pencils, erasers, and paper as Finnick begins to walk over to the window. 

“he needs something to hold... a prop of some kind” you think. 

“his trident” you decide

a soft pinks blush erupts on your face and paints your features as you picture him standing in front of you with his trident. 

“finnick?” you question

finnick glances your way and smiles

“what sweetheart?” 

your eyes are scared to meet his and drift to the floor as you request “could you grab your trident? i think the drawing will come out better if i draw you holding it”

 a cocky grin erupts from his face at your request. he knew that you admired his dexterity and talent that he exhibited trough his trident although you never watched his games. Finnick made it clear that he never wanted you to watch his games so you would never experience or realize what type of person he could become in order to keep you safe and be reunited with you. the only time you saw him with his trident was when he trained with it. he only trained in case he ever had to reactivate that side of him he fought so desperately to keep from you. 

you finally look up from the floor and see him walking over to his closet, across from the window. he silently slides open the door and reaches for his trident, which was tucked away behind some of the outfits you designed for him. you marvel as the strong but soft muscles of his right arm contract under his skin. his veins move comfortably around his biceps as he slides the closet door shut with his left hand. he walks back to his spot by the window, never breaking eye contact with you. he stands in front of the window with his right hand grasping his glimmering trident. the sliver metal of the trident shines and sparkles in the sunlight. 

he watches you as you scramble to gather the rest of your supplies and join him near the window. you take a seat in your olive-green corduroy chair with a small table on the side of the left arm. the chair was made especially for you in your favorite color and material to perfectly suit your taste. the bamboo table on the side of the chair was the perfect for finishing up some late-night projects and sketches for Cinna. you scooted the chair slightly to the right to get the perfect view of Finnick and his trident. 

your eyes meet his again as you tear a piece of fresh paper out of your sketchbook and place it on your side table. he makes a mental note to always remember the way your eyes sparkles as you lay out your drawing pencils or how your eyebrows furrow in a gentle cross as you adjust the paper placement on your table. moments like these remind Finnick why he fought so hard in the arena...to be here today, with you. 

you almost decide that everything is perfect until you look up at Finnick. you stare at his hand and forearms for a second. you think of how much you will enjoy shading in and sketching in the chiseled muscles on his arms and decide that they alone will not suffice you. you want--no, you need more. 

“one last thing” you whisper, glaring at his chest, which was covered in a dark brown ribbed tank top. 

“anything for you y/n” he replies with a smile

you find this request far more embarrassing and unlikely than the previous as you ask, "will you take off your shirt, please?” 

he chuckles lightly before propping his trident against a nearby wall and grabbing the bottom hem of his top. he slid off his top off of his chest, balls it up in his hands, and tosses it on the floor.

you couldn’t help but bite your lip as your eyes scanned his newly uncovered skin. his pecs and abs shined in the sunlight. the black sweatpants around his waist provided a wonderful contrast to the golden light surrounding him. how you wished you could trace the lines of his abs or rub his v-line that trailed down his lower stomach into his sweatpants. he was truly perfect

Finnick’s arm reaching for his trident against the wall brought you back to reality and the task at hand. with his trident in hand, Finnick strolled back over to his spot near the window and met eyes with you. a smile appeared on both of your faces at the gentle intimacy that was forming. 

you grabbed a light graphite pencil, pressed it to the paper, and began sketching the outline of Finnick's hair and face. every strand of hair and curve of his face was expertly drawn. 

Finnick watched you in admiration as you sketched, then looked back up at him, then resumed sketching. he would never truly understand how he got so lucky to call you his.

 a dark pink paints your cheeks as you began drawing the lower portion of Finnick. he begins to grin as you began sketching his abs.

“i do believe you are blushing y/n” 

his remarks only make you blush more. 

regaining your focus, you resume drawing with sure strokes, determined to make this your best piece you have ever done.