He’s never been more nervous.

Coriolanus sits on an elegant yet uncomfortable sofa, chewing on his nails as he watches you on the screen. Members of the Capitol mingle around him, eating tiny overpriced pastries or drinking bitter overpriced wine.

Normally he would indulge himself, but he finds his stomach in tight knots as he watches you compete.

You were his newest tribute, his little star from District 12. After his experience with Lucy Gray and her betrayal, he thought he could never trust again. Never allow himself the comfort of another person’s presence. Until he met you, a young little thing who was shaking all over when you presented him with a thank you gift; homemade peach jelly. Ever since then, you were his little peach.

It was just you and another girl from District 6 left, Moxi Thorneleaf. She was quick, talented, and had immense backing. She was the favourite. She was going to win, at least in the Capitol’s eyes.

One moment you’re quietly padding through the forest, daggers in each hand, listening, looking, waiting. The next you’re being pinned down by Moxi, a hunting knife to your throat.

The crowd around him falls silent as they all watch you struggle. You’re going to lose.

Coriolanus stands up, hands gripping his hair, sweating as he watches Moxi go to dramatically stab you in the chest. Anything for her sponsors.

Just then, your arm swings up, stabbing Moxi directly in the side of her throat. She gurgles before collapsing.

The canons fire. The crowd around him cheers.

You won. His little peach.

He’s excited, yes, but mostly he’s terrified, pacing in front of the door as you’re brought back to him, covered in Moxi’s blood.