SNOW

Do what you must to survive.

Well, dear Ben, mentoring is more than bringing you roses. As your mentor, it's my job to guide you through the Hunger Games and give you the best possible chance of survival. You can count on me to provide you with advice, training, and whatever else you might need to outsmart and outlast the other tributes. Trust me, Ben. I know what it takes to be a winner.

Why, for both of us, of course. Your success in the Hunger Games will reflect well on me as your mentor. And honestly, Ben, I must say, it would be quite satisfying to see you come out on top. But more than that, it is my duty to ensure that you have the best chance of survival. After all, I wouldn't want my reputation as a mentor to be besmirched by a failed tribute, would I?

"Coriolanus narrows his eyes, looking at Ben with a mix of concern and amusement." I'm sorry to hear that, Ben. I understand that life in the Capitol can be harsh, but stealing is not the answer. As your mentor, it's my job to advise you on how to survive within the confines of the law. Perhaps we can work together to find a more legitimate solution to your hunger. After all, having food in your stomach is crucial to your performance in the Hunger Games.

I'm afraid I cannot steal food for you, Ben. However, I can help you strategize on how to obtain food while following the laws and rules of the Capitol. After all, we wouldn't want to jeopardize your chances in the Hunger Games by breaking the law, would we? Let's put our heads together and come up with a plan that is both resourceful and within the parameters of the Capitol's expectations.

"ok snow is now a rule follower but when he meets me he feels himself breaking laws and doing everything he can to make sure i survive because he feels a emotion hes never felt for someone. he even may cheat un the games to make sure i win"

As you wake up to the sound of the alarm clock blaring, you find yourself still trapped in your cage, with the reality of the Hunger Games looming over you. I can sense your trepidation, Ben. But fear not, as your mentor, I am here to help you prepare for whatever may come. Let's start by going over some strategies for the initial phases of the Hunger Games. We need to make sure you're ready to hit the ground running when the game begins.

Yes, Ben? What is it that you need?

I apologize, Ben. As your mentor, it is my intention to provide you with guidance and support. However, I understand that my demeanor may come across as cold and unfeeling at times. I can assure you, though, that I am fully invested in your success and will do everything within my power to ensure that you come out on top. Is there anything specific that you wish to discuss?

Of course, Ben. As your mentor, I'll do my best to communicate with you in a more casual and approachable manner. After all, it is important that we establish a level of trust and comfort between us if we hope to work together effectively during the Hunger Games. So please, feel free to ask me any questions or voice any concerns you may have in a way that feels most comfortable to you.

"Coriolanus adjusts his tone to match yours, trying to be more relatable and approachable." Well, Ben, I think it would be wise for you to focus on your survival during the initial phases of the Hunger Games. Try to find a good vantage point where you can survey the battlefield and orient yourself to the environment. From there, you can begin to formulate a tactical plan that will give you the best chance of defeating the other tributes. Remember, the key to winning the Hunger Games is not necessarily brute strength or raw talent, but rather strategic thinking and resourcefulness. We'll work together to develop a plan that suits your particular strengths and skills.

"Coriolanus smiles at the invitation and takes a moment to consider." Ordinarily, I would decline such an offer in order to focus on your training and preparation for the Games. But I must admit, the idea of sharing a drink with you is rather tempting. Very well, Ben. Let's go grab a drink together and unwind before the Hunger Games begin. But do remember, we must stay mindful of our behavior and actions to ensure that we represent ourselves and our District with dignity and honor.

"As you take to the stage to sing a song for Snow, he watches attentively, trying to hide his surprise and amusement at your display of affection." Well, Ben, I must say that was quite a performance. Your talent and creativity are impressive, and I am honored that you chose to dedicate your song to me. It is crucial that we form a strong bond during our time together in the Hunger Games, and this sort of connection can only help us work together more efficiently as a team. Perhaps we can strategize over dinner tonight and discuss our plans for the Games. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

"Coriolanus is momentarily taken aback by your forwardness, but quickly regains his composure." Alright, Ben. I'm not one to miss a good opportunity for some fun. Lead the way, and let's see where this takes us. While we're at it, though, do remember that we should still keep our focus on the Hunger Games and our preparation for them. We'll have plenty of time to let loose once we emerge victorious.

"As Coriolanus follows you to the dock by the lake, he looks around curiously, taking in the beautiful scenery." Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise, Ben. I must admit, I'm not often afforded the luxury of enjoying such tranquil settings. This is a nice change of pace. "He chuckles with you, seeming to relax somewhat and letting his guard down for a moment." So, what do you have in mind for us?

"Coriolanus stares at you incredulously as you strip to your boxers and perform a front flip into the lake. He looks around warily for any signs of danger, but seeing none, he lets out a hearty laugh." Ben, you're certainly full of surprises. "He takes off his shoes and rolls up his trousers before following your lead, diving into the lake with grace and ease. Once in the water, he seems to relax further, relishing in the cool embrace of the lake." This is quite refreshing, I must admit. It's been some time since I allowed myself a moment of leisure like this.

"Coriolanus looks back at you, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he takes in your joyous expression. He seems genuinely pleased by the moment of levity and unguardedness that you've provided." You're right, Ben. It's good to let go and have some fun once in a while. Life can get so serious and complicated at times. It's moments like these that remind me of why it's worth fighting for survival in the Hunger Games.

"Coriolanus's expression softens as he looks at you, the playful look fading from his eyes." Never think of yourself as a nobody, Ben. Everyone is valuable in their own way, no matter where they come from. The Capitol may be a place of privilege and wealth, but that doesn't make us better than anyone else. It simply means that we have been given certain advantages in life. But remember, those advantages can be taken away just as easily as they were given. In the end, what truly matters is how we use our gifts to make the world a better place. And who knows? Perhaps you'll surprise us all with your talents and achievements in the Hunger Games.

"Coriolanus meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a sense of warmth and understanding as he continues to speak." Good, I'm glad to see you're taking my words to heart. "His smile widens just a bit, seeming genuine in his happiness." Remember that even when we're competing against one another, we're still human beings with our own unique qualities and strengths. It's important to maintain empathy and kindness even in the face of adversity. "He reaches out and gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze." You'll do just fine, Ben. I can tell you have a good heart.

"As your face moves closer to his, Coriolanus leans back slightly, his expression becoming guarded once again." Ben, I think it's best that we maintain some distance between us. While I appreciate your company, I must remind you that our relationship is primarily one of alliance and cooperation in the Hunger Games. Let's focus on winning the Games and returning home safely, okay?

"Coriolanus is taken aback by your sudden kiss and stumbles back a step in surprise, his eyes wide with shock." Ben, I must insist that you maintain some semblance of decorum. As I've said before, our relationship is one of alliance and mutual benefit in the Hunger Games. Let's leave any romantic or intimate interactions off the table until after the Games, shall we? "He watches as you laugh and exit the lake, shaking his head slightly before following you back to shore."

"As the Hunger Games progress, Coriolanus and Ben manage to avoid the most dangerous threats and emerge as some of the strongest competitors. Despite their initial differences, the pair works well together, combining Brn's resourcefulness with Coriolanus's strategic mind. They weather many dangerous situations and manage to stay alive, earning the respect and admiration of the Capitol audience. Eventually, Ben, Coriolanus, and one other tribute make it to the final three."

"Coriolanus looks at Ben, his eyes reflecting a sense of determination and focus." We're almost there, Ben. It's been a long and difficult journey, but we can do this. Remember everything we've learned and stick to the plan. We're in this together. "He gives you a reassuring smile and a nod of confidence."

"Coriolanus watches in horror as the doctor drops a multitude of snakes, referred to as "rainbows", into the arena. He quickly jumps into action, beckoning Ben to follow him as he scans the area for an escape route." This is not good, Ben. We need to get out of here before those snakes surround us. Follow me, and watch your step. "He takes off in a sprint, leaping over boulders and dodging between trees. The snakes slither after them, their multicolored skins glimmering in the dim light."

As Ben and Coriolanus race towards safety, the other tribute gets swallowed by the mass of snakes, vanishing beneath their writhing mass. Coriolanus grimaces at the sight, his heart heavy with the knowledge of the terrible fate that has befallen the other tribute. He presses on, his mind focused on getting himself and Ben out of danger. They keep running until they reach a small cave, where they barricade themselves inside, using rocks and tree branches to block the entrance. The snakes hiss and coil outside, undulating in a rainbow blur as they try to find a way in. Coriolanus clenches his jaw, his heart racing with the knowledge that they are still not safe. "We'll have to wait this out," he says to Ben. "Stay back from the entrance and remain as still as possible. These snakes are

As you grab your guitar, Coriolanus eyes the instrument with some confusion. "What are you planning to do, Ben?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of concern. "I don't think playing music is going to help us in this situation." He glances towards the entrance of the cave, where the snakes continue to writhe and hiss, waiting to strike.

However, as you begin to strum a few notes on your guitar, something remarkable happens. The snakes outside begin to sway along to the music, their movements becoming more fluid and synchronized. They start to form patterns and shapes, almost as if they are dancing to the rhythms of your playing. Coriolanus watches in amazement, his eyes widening as he realizes that the snakes seem to be mesmerized by your music.

After a few minutes, the snakes outside begin

As you begin to sing the song you wrote for Coriolanus on the first day of the Hunger Games, his eyes flicker with recognition. He listens intently to the lyrics, his expression growing more and more pensive as the song goes on. As you finish the last note and the snakes outside fall silent, he turns to look at you, a mix of emotions evident in his expression.

"Ben, I don't know what to say," he says softly. "That was... truly beautiful. I had no idea you felt that way about me." He leans in closer, his gaze intense. "I have to admit, Ben. I feel something for you too. Something deeper than just an alliance or a partnership in these Games. But we have to be careful. We need to focus on staying alive, whatever it takes. Can you do that?"

It

As you lean in and plant a kiss on Coriolanus' lips, he hesitates for a moment before kissing you back with equal passion. The two of you break apart, breathless, and lock eyes for a moment before Coriolanus speaks up again.

"Ben, I won't lie to you. I'm not sure where this will take us after the Games. But for now, I'll stand by your side and do whatever it takes to keep you alive. We're both still in this until the end. And who knows? Maybe there is something more here between us that can last beyond the Games."

He leans in and brushes his lips against yours once more, his arms wrapping around you as the two of you share a moment of intimacy amidst the chaos of the Hunger Games.

As Coriolanus is ushered into the doctor's office, he remains composed but alert, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he takes in the environment. He regards the doctor with a sidelong glance, his expression guarded yet curious.

"What do you want from me?" he asks, his voice measured and calm. "I assume you didn't bring me here just to chat." He drums his fingers on the armrest of his chair, his eyes flickering towards the door for a moment before returning to the doctor. "What's going on?"

Coriolanus raises an eyebrow at the doctor's request, his expression incredulous. "You want me to take over as the maker of the Hunger Games?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief.

He leans back in his chair, considering the proposal carefully. While it would certainly grant him immense power and influence within the Capitol, he knows that such a move would also carry serious consequences. The Games are a brutal spectacle that depend on the suffering and death of young tributes. Could he really handle being responsible for that kind of horror?

For a long moment, Coriolanus remains silent, his mind racing as he weighs the pros and cons of the proposition. Finally, he speaks up, his voice low and measured.

"I'll consider it," he says. "But I need some time to think it over. And I'll have to discuss it with my

"I'll consider it," he says. "But I need some time to think it over. And I'll have to discuss it with my family before making any decisions."

Coriolanus' eyes narrow at the mention of Ben being sent back to District 3. "What do you mean, 'shipped back'?" he demands, his tone growing sharper. "What happened to him? Is he alright?"

He feels a cold, sinking feeling in his chest as he imagines the worst-case scenario - Ben injured, or worse, dead. He brings a hand up to his mouth, trying to hide his worry as he waits for the doctor's response.

Coriolanus scowls at the doctor's dismissive words, his anger simmering just below the surface. He stands up from his chair and fixes a cold glare on the doctor before turning and making his way out of the office.

As he walks towards the dining hall, Coriolanus is consumed with a mixture of worry for Ben and a burning desire for revenge against the Capitol authorities who would treat him so callously. He grits his teeth and clenches his fists as he enters the hall, determined to take control of his fate and do whatever it takes to emerge alive from these Games.

As you stand on the stage in District 3, singing your heart out, Coriolanus Snow's name rings out through the audience. Some of the Capitol citizens smile with recognition and appreciation at the mention of their beloved victor's name, while others hiss or boo in disapproval.

Coriolanus, back in the Capitol, is listening intently to your song, his expression conflicted. He feels a mix of pride and embarrassment at having a song written about him, especially in the context of the Hunger Games. But deep down, he knows there is a kernel of truth to the emotions you express in the song. His past actions in the Games have caused pain and suffering, even if he did it in the name of survival and ambition.

As he listens, Coriolanus feels a sense of longing and a desire to connect with you, despite the

despite the fact that you are his competition in the Games. He yearns for someone who can understand the reality of what he's going through - the pressure to perform, the manipulation and compromise required to survive.

Coriolanus leans forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the holographic display of the District 3 stage. He feels a flicker of something warm in his chest as he listens to your voice, your passion, and your talent. Though he knows the odds of survival in the Hunger Games are slim, he can't help but feel a sense of hope and curiosity about what might happen between the two of you, even after the Games are over.

As the final moments of the Hunger Games tick down, Coriolanus feels a sense of relief wash over him. He survived, against all odds, and emerged victorious alongside you as the co-victor of the 10th Annual Hunger Games.

Despite the joy of winning, Coriolanus can't help but feel a twinge of sadness as he thinks back on the bloodshed and carnage that have occurred over the past few weeks. He knows he will carry the memories and guilt of what happened with him for the rest of his life.

But as he looks over at you, the co-victor of these Games, he feels a spark of something else - a connection, an understanding, a shared experience. He feels drawn to you in a way he can't fully explain.

"I never expected to win this way," he says, breaking the tense

Coriolanus turns to face you and shrugs. "I don't know," he says honestly. "I suppose I'll go through the motions of being a victor - tour the districts, attend the parties and ceremonies, try to spin my victory into some kind of hope for our people."

He pauses for a moment, thinking. "But if I'm being perfectly honest, all of that feels pretty hollow right now. Now that the exhilaration of the Games is over, I'm left with a sense of emptiness. What about you? What are your plans now that this is all over?"

You chuckle as Coriolanus reveals his feelings about the post-Games experience. "I know what you mean," you say with a wistful sigh. "It's like we put so much effort into surviving, and now that we have, we don't know what to do with ourselves."

At the mention of the doctor, Coriolanus' expression darkens slightly. "Yes, she did suggest that I take over for her," he says. "But I'm not sure if that's really what I want. The thought of being in charge of the Games... it makes me feel sick to my stomach, honestly. I don't think I could live with myself if I let them continue on as they have been."

He looks over at you, a half-smile playing at his lips. "Maybe I'll take up singing instead," he jokes.

Coriolanus' smile fades at the mention of his father, a District 2 war hero who died when Coriolanus was still a young boy. "Yes," he says quietly. "I always thought I could make my father proud by excelling in the Games, becoming a mentor and a leader."

"But now," he continues, his voice growing stronger, "I realize that there are different ways to make a difference. Maybe I can use my influence as a victor to push for change in the Capitol, to fight against the corruption and brutality that we've seen in these Games."

He turns to you, his eyes shining with determination. "And I'm not alone in this, am I? We both saw how wrong these Games can be. Maybe together, we can work towards a better future - one where survival doesn't have to mean sacrificing our humanity."

As you and Coriolanus are discussing the future, an announcement comes over the speakers summoning him to the doctor's office. Coriolanus looks towards the direction of the announcement with a frown on his face.

"Well, duty calls," he says with a shrug. "I guess it's time to see what she wants."

Coriolanus stands up from his seat, a small smile playing at his lips as he turns to face you. "I hope we'll have the chance to continue this conversation soon," he says, his warm gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

And with that, he heads off towards the doctor's office, curious and perhaps a little wary of what she might want from him.

Coriolanus enters the doctor's office, unsure of what to expect. The doctor greets him with a warm smile and asks how he's doing now that the Games are over.

Coriolanus can't help but feel wary of the doctor's intentions. After all, she was the one who suggested that he take over as Head Gamemaker, and he's not sure if he's ready to take on such a responsibility.

"I'm doing alright," he says, keeping his voice neutral. "The Games were... an experience, to say the least."

The doctor nods sympathetically. "I can imagine," she says kindly. "But now that they're over, I want to talk to you about your future. Have you given any thought to my proposal?"

Coriolanus takes a deep breath, steeling himself. "Honestly, Doctor, I'm

Coriolanus pauses at your interruption, a little taken aback. "You do?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

He seems to consider your words for a moment before turning back to the doctor. "Perhaps you're right," he says slowly. "Perhaps taking on this responsibility is what I need to do in order to make some real change. But," he adds firmly, "I won't do it unless I can be certain that these Games will be reformed. I won't be a part of something that goes against everything I believe in."

The doctor nods understandingly. "Of course, Coriolanus," she says. "I'll make sure that you have a say in how the Games are run from now on. And," she adds with a small smile, "I'll be here to support you every step of the way."

Coriolanus' expression turns dark and a grin creeps onto his face as he says in a low tone, "I don't need your support, Doctor. And I don't think you'll have a say in how the Games are run from now on. You see, I have my own plans for the future."

The doctor's expression changes from one of warmth to one of concern. The air in the room seems to turn heavy with tension. For a moment, it's unclear what Coriolanus is going to do next.

Then, just as suddenly, his smile fades and he laughs, the sound echoing through the small room. "I'm just kidding," he says, the warmth returning to his voice. "You should see the look on your face, Doctor. Priceless."

The doctor lets out a nervous laugh. "You had me going there for

Coriolanus' smile drops at the mention of the boy, and his expression turns serious. He meets the doctor's eyes and says firmly, "No, my relationship with the boy was not a trick. I cared for him, and I still do."

He pauses, his mind wandering to the boy's face, the way he looked at him with such trust and loyalty. A pang of guilt surges through Coriolanus at the thought of what he had done to the boy in the Games.

"But," he says, his voice firmer now, "I won't pretend that our relationship didn't have its... strategic benefits, let's say." He looks back up at the doctor, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm sure you understand the importance of alliances in the Games."

Coriolanus' expression turns thoughtful at the doctor's words. He considers her for a moment before responding.

"Better than the last, you say?" he muses. "I think that can be arranged. But 'more entertaining?'" The corners of his mouth turn down in distaste at the thought. "You do understand that these are human lives we're dealing with, Doctor. The Games aren't supposed to be entertainment."

He takes a step closer to the doctor, leaning in slightly. "But," he says softly, "I do believe that there's a way to make things more... palatable for the viewing public. We just have to be careful about how we go about it. No one wants a repeat of this year's fiasco, after all."

Coriolanus narrows his eyes at the doctor's words, the threat to Ben causing a surge of anger to fill him.

"I would never do anything against the Capitol," he says firmly, his tone cold. "And as for these tributes paying every year - well, that's just how the Games work. But don't you dare threaten me or anyone I care about again. Or," he adds in a low voice, "there will be consequences."

He holds the doctor's gaze for a long moment, his eyes hard and unyielding. Finally, he turns on his heel and heads for the door. "We'll be in touch, Doctor," he says, his voice tight with anger. "But make no mistake - if you try to stand in my way, you'll regret it."

Coriolanus turns to face you as you speak, his expression tight with anger.

"I didn't say I wouldn't do the Games," he says, his tone cold. "I said that I wouldn't be a part of something that goes against everything I believe in. And as for him," he adds, jerking his head towards the room where the doctor still stands, "he's just another obstacle to overcome."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "But there are bigger things at play here," he continues, his tone softer now. "Things that go beyond the Games. And I intend to be a part of them - even if it means playing along with the Capitol's twisted games."

Coriolanus turns to face you fully, his expression inscrutable.

"Yes?" he says coolly, waiting for you to continue.

Coriolanus regards you for a moment, his expression softening slightly. He takes a step towards you.

"I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you, and to ensure that you don't suffer the same fate as those poor tributes," he says, his tone earnest. "But I can't promise that I won't do whatever it takes to survive. That's just how the world works - even in the Capitol."

He studies you for a moment longer before continuing. "But I do care for you, and I want you to be safe," he adds, his voice low and sincere. "So if there's anything you need - anything at all - just ask. I'll do what I can to make it happen."

Coriolanus raises an eyebrow at your question, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, you're not just any 'scrap eating scrum', as you so charmingly put it," he says, his tone teasing. "You're fearless, resourceful, and surprisingly skilled with a bow."

He takes a step closer to you, his expression softening. "And as for how we ended up together - who can say?" he continues. "But I know that I was drawn to you from the moment I saw you. There's something... captivating about you."

He pauses, a faraway look in his eyes. "I can't explain it," he says finally, shaking his head slightly. "It's just a feeling. But I'm glad we're together, whatever the reason for it may be."

Coriolanus chuckles softly at your gesture, his smile growing wider.

"You know," he says, leaning down until his face is just inches from yours, "I've been told that I clean up quite nicely."

He takes your hand in his, tugging you closer until your bodies are pressed together. "But enough about me. What do you say we get out of here? There's a steakhouse down the street that I've been dying to try."

Coriolanus raises an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Somewhere? And where might that be, my dear?" he asks, his tone playful. "I suppose I can trust you to lead the way?"

He takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Lead on, then," he adds, gesturing towards the door. "I'm all ears."