Against All Odds
Pairing: Groom!Coriolanus Snow x Bride!Reader
Chapter Synopsis: The Bride
Warning: minor wedding drama
Word Count: 2275
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Coriolanus believes it is possible for a person to be so happy for his senses to numb over. It is possible when someone goes into shock and panic. And the state of happiness he is in is just as powerful.
The crowd cheered so loudly but his head refused to process it. The colors and movement on the side was also being ignored. Everything fades to nothing but with the exception of his tactile sensation.
If there was a ticket to Heaven, it is your lips. It was soft and pillowy, just like how he remembered. And you are sweet, you tasted just like fresh pomegranate. The moment your lips touched, there was no point of return. He opens his eyes to watch you. Too lost in the kiss, your eyes have fluttered shut. Expertly brushed lids covering your eyes.
He studies your features while he is in close proximity. And he was glad to know that he felt the same affections for you when you are only a millimeter far or a kilometer far. Coriolanus smiles through the kiss, pulls you closer and kisses you deeper.
Your fingers snake to his nape and you play with his hair. Soft giggles attempt to escape you as his fingers dig deeper to your side.
Finally, Coriolanus lets you go and you part softly, your hair still tickling his cheeks. You both open your eyes and share the purest of smiles.
The solemn ceremony ended and gave way to the reception.
Coriolanus made sure to give you the most lavish celebration. It was like all the setbacks from yesterday were a decade ago.
You were most thankful to Dr. Gaul who seeded the clouds last night, making the tempest double its intensity. The clouds cried the entire night that only a blanket of warm cerulean skies was left.
Tigris exceeded expectations with how well she made the final touches of Coriolanus’ suit.
And Mrs. Plinth gifted you a ruby set as your jewelry which matched the wedding motif perfectly.
Everything was perfect.
But what is a wedding without drama?
Lysistrata Vickers has taken your attention, congratulating you on your wedding. You were not very close to her during your time in the Academy and University but you share no ill blood. She was a close friend to Coriolanus in his time at the Academy and that was enough for you to be civil to her.
“I love the barrette.” You point at the silver ornament that held her hair neatly. She smiles at you as her fingers carefully brush on it.
“Thank you, I bought it specially for the wedding.”
You smile appreciatively at her as you reach to hold her hand. The woman is smart, you’d love to keep good graces with her. Although her kindness needs more filing down.
She excuses herself to get another glass of posca and you let her, now just soaking in the cheerful atmosphere of your guests enjoying your wedding.
You smile to yourself as you reach for your own glass of posca. You swirl it before lifting it by the stem. A slight movement from the corner of your eyes has you looking over. There, Dr. Gaul raises her own glass at you, a sharp smile quirks on her lips. You lift your own glass to her and you both drink.
Her efforts were well appreciated, perhaps you’d visit the University and fund one of her projects.
“You brought this upon yourself!”
You glance to the side to see your husband talking to Livia Cardew who had her face scrunched.
Coriolanus was standing with indifference, it was almost comical to see Livia behave so emotionally.
“You always had a knack for making bad decisions but to marry that woman when many more were much suitable for the title!” She seethes, her nails digging on her cream dress. The audacity to wear such a color so close to your gown! “This is what happens to kids with no mothers to guide them”
You glance at a peacekeeper who looks at Livia before nodding at you.
Sighing, you walk over to them.
“Are you insinuating that I should have married you instead?” Coriolanus asks calmly, but you hear the mocking tone in his voice and you don’t bother to hide your condescending smile.
Livia’s face reddens like a beet and she curls her hand tightly, as if ready to strike. She looks at the place with disgust. “This is a mistake! The Swansworth name died with that vile woman’s father.”
The sound of your heels hitting the floor summoned a smirk to Coriolanus’ face. He recognizes your pace anywhere.
“I can assure you, it is very much alive.” You glide next to Coriolanus, hooking your arm with his. Livia eyes you angrily, the grimace on her face making her less attractive with every second.
“My love.” Coriolanus acknowledges you and plants his lips on yours.
You chuckle upon seeing your lipstick stain on his lips and your hand lifts to swipe your thumb on his lips, your enormous ring glinting and blinding Livia with the reflected light. You and Coriolanus share mischievous smirks as she curses, now rubbing her eyes.
“‘A mistake’ she called our wedding.” Coriolanus grins.
You continue to look up at him, your smile widening as a peacekeeper approaches Livia and takes her away. She was struggling and causing a commotion but you and Coriolanus are in your own world and you cannot break the rose tinted hue that your gazes share.
“It has got to be the best mistake we ever made.” You respond and he can’t help but steal another kiss from you.
The music shifts to a calmer one and Coriolanus places an arm on your waist as he leans down to look you in the eyes quite like how he did earlier in the altar.
But this one was different. You see the anxiousness in them.
“Do you think you will regret marrying me?” He asks suddenly and you almost scoffed, had it not been for the sincerity in his voice.
“Are you second guessing your decision, Coriolanus Snow?” You narrow your eyes, tilting your chin up until your noses brush.
He shakes his head, his arms tightening its hold on your waist. “No, no. I don’t think I ever can.” He glances at your lips and his brows crease. “I have given you all that I am, Y/N Swansworth. Please do not break me.”
You sigh, smiling at him with your eyes showing him understanding beyond comprehension. He wonders how you do it. Times come when he even struggles to understand himself but you seem to see every fiber of his being in highest clarity.
“You have my heart as your prisoner, Coriolanus. Hurting you would be the death of me.”
He smiles softly but he remains looking at you, waiting for you to continue.
“The only regret I will ever have from tonight is letting Festus make that toast.” You place your forehead on his shoulder. Coriolanus laughs heartily as you groan.
“Indeed.” He chuckles. “It was a very emotional speech.”
You roll your eyes. “There was more sobbing than actual speech.”
His thumb brushes on your back. “He was just happy.”
“He had too much posca.” You counter and Coriolanus had to yield.
Mr. Plinth did tell him earlier to know when to shut up once in an argument with his wife if he wanted to keep the marriage long and prosperous.
“Gods.” Coriolanus groans and you see him massaging his brows.
“What is it?” You asked, concern lacing your voice.
“Price.”
You glance at the champagne tower behind Corio and you see a reflection of Persephone Price walking in your direction with the widest smile.
“I can try to distract her.” You offered gently, your hand massaging his arm. His discomfort towards Persephone was still present despite his attempt to recover from the horrors brought by the Dark days.
“No!” He was quick to say. “I don’t want you alone with her. Or any Price for that matter. Just give me a moment.”
You stay silent, letting him decide what to do.
Coriolanus can be civil with her if necessary but he decided he did not want that tonight.
“Corio?” You ask when his eyes darted around the hall before they settled on you.
“May I have this dance?”
“What are you-”
He suddenly pulls you by the hand, laughing as he avoids the crowd. You were so lost but your feet tried to keep up with him anyway.
“Oh, Gods.” You gasp when Corio takes a sharp turn after nearly colliding with Grandma’am. “Sorry, Grandma’am!” You yell as you continue running with Coriolanus.
Grandma’am fell on her chair, pointing at the two of you as she muttered how you two should not be running, and in your wedding reception too!
Coriolanus laughed as he held your hand tighter. You laughed along as one of your hands held the tiara attached to your long trail of veil.
You see Tigris in the sides and she gives you a warm smile as you pass her. It has been a while since she saw the same excitement and joy in Coriolanus’ eyes. And she has you to thank for it.
Festus cheers as you pass his table, his champagne spilling to the floor and Lystrata grins as she shakes her head.
Cameras were clicking in your direction but you cannot care as you feel yourselves becoming one with the wind, Coriolanus nearly slips on the spilt champagne and you laugh once more as you stomp hard on the puddle, sending a splash to the dress of Clemensia Dovecote who was looking at you with animosity.
At that moment, you did not care about your families’ reputation.
Coriolanus is not the son of Crassus Snow.
You are not the daughter of Thanatos Swansworth.
You were just you.
The doors slammed open loudly and the two of you came to a stop as camera flashes blinded you. Both of you are breathing heavily, sweat beading on your temples and your clothing sticking to your backs.
Without thinking, Coriolanus pulls you to the side and takes off again.
The paparazzi chases you, asking about your wedding and your plans but you are too busy trying to get as far away as possible from them.
Upon seeing a maid, you halt in your steps and Coriolanus glances at you with perplexity.
“I have an idea.”
The maid who was carrying a basket full of linen was stunned to see you. She was in utter shock that she was biting her tongue as she stumbled with her words.
You ended up following her in a secluded hallway. It was under renovation and one cannot enter unless they come through the servants’ passage.
It was directly above the reception, the maid tells you. And indeed, you can still hear the loud chatter in the wedding and the muffled music.
The maid scurries away after bowing in a back-breaking manner.
You and Coriolanus share a look and you burst out laughing.
“I cannot believe we spent the entire day yesterday stressing about making this wedding…” You wave your hand in the air as you roll your eyes. “perfect.”
“Only to run away.” Coriolanus chuckles as he stares at the wide lawn, the city center of the Capitol is miles away, thus the lesser light pollution.
A familiar tune has you perking up and Coriolanus watches how you sway with the melody.
“I did ask you to dance, didn’t I?” Coriolanus walks over to you and offers you his hand.
You narrow your eyes playfully. “You’re not going to bolt again, are you?”
He purses his lips to contain a laugh. “No. I am asking for a real dance this time.”
Humming in content, you take his hand and you let him sway you to the song. It seems the dance lessons you took while you were in the Academy paid off.
“You are a good dancer.” You say with your brows slightly raised.
“You seem surprised.” He replies before dipping you lowly.
The song ends and your chests are flushed together as you breathe heavily. He keeps his eyes on you as your hand grips on his nape for support.
Your lips look lovely in that angle.
“Don’t divorce me.” You say quietly, almost in a warning.
Coriolanus was about to retort but you cut him off before he can say anything.
“I studied your constitution and legislation. I could strip you of power before the weekend.” No, it was more of a threat.
Despite the venom you are spouting, the smile on Coriolanus’ lips remains undeterred and he kisses your lips with utmost gentleness.
When he breaks the kiss, your stern gaze has softened.
“I made a vow, in front of the gods.” He says and he pulls you so you are both standing upright. “I intend to honor that vow.”
You stare up at him before relenting. Your bottom lip juts out as you smooth out the creases that appeared on his coat.
“I’m your husband now.” He grins.
“Oh, is that what you are?” You feign a surprise as his grin widens. “I thought you were just a fancy chaperone.” You suddenly pull him by his collar, no trace of jest in your face. “Remember what I told you.”
He leans down, his voice low. “Oh, how easily threats can slide from those lips.”
“Lips you adore?” You raise a brow haughtily and his smile drops, his eyes hazing over with danger as he leans down until his warm breath fans your face.
“Lips I worship.”
Quest for Happiness
Wedding Magazine by Trinket & Co.
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