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(young)coriolanus snow: angst,fluff

Ignore the fact that this photo is butchered as phuck,k? Ok

!Reader is gender neutral
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In the opulent halls of the Capitol, where extravagance reigned supreme, Coriolanus Snow found himself embroiled in a trivial argument with his marital partner, Y/N. The sun streamed through the grand windows, casting a warm glow on the ornate decor, yet the atmosphere between them was anything but serene.

They had been preparing for an upcoming event, a lavish gala that required meticulous planning. Coriolanus was particular about every detail, from the color of the decorations to the arrangement of the seating. Y/N, however, had a more relaxed approach, preferring to let creativity flow rather than adhere to rigid structures.

"Y/N, it's crucial that we stick to the plan!" Coriolanus insisted, his brow furrowing. "The guests will expect a certain level of sophistication, and we can't afford any missteps."

Y/N crossed their arms, their expression a mix of frustration and determination. "It's just a few flowers, Corio! We can use a different arrangement that feels more... alive. It doesn't have to be so stiff and formal all the time."

Coriolanus sighed, his patience wearing thin. "But it's not just about the flowers. It's about the impression we leave. We need to show strength and control, not whimsy!"

"Strength doesn't have to mean rigidness," Y/N countered, their voice rising slightly. "We can be strong and still embrace beauty in a way that feels genuine. Why can't you see that?"

The argument seemed to magnify in the lavish space, echoing off the marble walls. Coriolanus ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Because, Y/N, this is not just an event! It's a statement! We represent the Capitol, and I refuse to let anything diminish our reputation."

Y/N's eyes softened, their anger giving way to a sense of understanding. "I get that, but I want us to represent who we truly are, not just what's expected. Can't we find a middle ground?"

Coriolanus paused, the tension in the room shifting. He realized that their point wasn't just about flowers or decor; it was about identity, expression, and partnership. "Perhaps..." he started, his tone less combative. "We can incorporate some of your ideas into the overall design. A balance, maybe?"

A small smile broke through Y/N's earlier frustration. "I'd like that. Let's create something that reflects both of us."

As they began to brainstorm together, the argument faded, replaced by a shared vision that merged their strengths. In that moment, surrounded by the opulence of the Capitol, Coriolanus and Y/N found a deeper connection, reminding each other that collaboration was the true art of partnership.

A/N: oh.thats not how I'd handle an argument but you go girl😛
Erm🤓I actually don't like this one, surprise,Tehe🤭