getting married in the middle of war and revolution seemed like a beyond crazy but perfect idea. after not knowing if you were even alive, it seemed foolish to finnick to do anything else but commit to you. this was long overdue in his opinion. so he allowed himself the happiness of being with you again and the excitement over marrying you and what it meant. if you were going to go down (god forbid) it would be together, holding each other. if you couldn't take things anymore, he'd be there to cover your ears and tell you it was okay, forever now. sure he would be even more terrified to lose you but that would be something he would worry about regardless. it was par for the course.

the news had shook things up in thirteen. the planning had seemed a bigger ordeal than what mattered to you and finnick but it was to be the first ceremony of its kind in thirteen, so needless to say discussion were had but that only made it feel even more special. more sacred for lack of a better word. so after some long discussions about must haves, gathering, and avoiding any cases of catching badluck, you were ready.

finnick had done his best to stop the bouncing of the his knee as he waited for things to start but that hadn’t been a problem when you stepped out. god, the decor (though worked very hard on) couldn’t compare to you.

it was a wonder he made it through his vows staring back into your eyes, but your thumb swiping over his knuckles helped calm him as always. "you may kiss the bride" the words made his heart jump. "now?" he asked for confirmation.