#hunger games clove x reader

[heliads]

Requesting a Clove x reader fic where the two have known each other since childhood! While Clove is an aspiring Tribute, the reader is from a super privileged District 2 family who’s exempt from the reapings, for some reason. (they were close allies with the capitol, ever since the first rebellion?? they train peacekeepers or make high-tech weapons?? Idk.) The reader always knew that Clove dreamed of participating in the games, and as her BFF (best friend-turned-girlfriend), she’s always supported her in her endeavors. Hell, her main motivation in learning hand to hand combat, even though she will never need to, is just so she can spar with Clove whenever Clove can’t train with anyone else. the reader probably still sucks though.

About a year before the 74th Game, the reader realizes just how close Clove is to being “ready.” And it scares her more than anything. She still tries to support Clove, and she still helps her practice occasionally, but she is clearly losing her enthusiasm each time Clove discusses or demonstrates her progress. Whether or not Clove has to convince her, the reader eventually spills out her fears for what will happen in the arena, verging on begging her not to volunteer next year. No matter how much she wants to trust Clove, she can’t fight down the dread that now shadows her 24/7. 23 enemies (especially the other Careers, they can’t be allies forever). Mutts. Bad weather. Dehydration, starvation, illness. There are too many things that can easily go wrong, so how could she possibly be okay with her best friend/girlfriend leaving?

This is of course an angst request, but here’s where you can decide if it stays that way! Does this become an AU where Clove later decides that she won’t volunteer, even if it means throwing so much away? The glory and her many years of preparation? The expectations of her peers, teachers, neighbors and family? (But that’s okay, the reader is willing to use her own family name to back her up if she has to.) Or is Clove just too far invested, and there’s no turning away from her life purpose? If that’s the case, then… the reader needs a big fucking hug, and she’ll be there to say goodbye before Clove leaves for the capitol.

just realized that this actually works as a prequel to my other clove request, which is dare i say iconic. also anon you must know that if you offer me a chance for angst i will never turn it down! !

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If someone were to listen to the gaping cavity in your chest, you think they’d hear the thud of a throwing knife against a target instead of regular heartbeats. It certainly feels like that, at least; you must have spent hours in the training room just today, and that’s not even mentioning every other day in your past and future.

That’s how it must be, though. Someone has to train until they’re as close to perfection as a human being can get. Someone has to be able to kill twenty-three other tributes until they’re the only one left standing. Someone must do all this, and that someone must be Clove.

The idea of prepping your girlfriend for the arena is somewhat morbid, but it’s not as if you truly had a choice in the matter. Clove made you swear to help her when you were small, and you’ve never been able to hold her in anything less than your word. If you really think about it, what you’re doing here is saving her, not damning her. By ensuring that Clove is as good as she could possibly be, you do all you can to keep her alive when she’s finally beyond your reach as a competitor.

Besides, it’s the least you can do. You won’t be in the Games, after all. Your name is not in the Reaping, nor has it been any of the other years you’ve technically been eligible. That’s the way it went for your father, and for his father before him. The Capitol does not like sparing any of the districts from the Hunger Games, but for a family they need in Two, certain exceptions were made.

The first lesson your family taught you was how to make yourself important. You should always have debts owed to you, favors that need to be paid off. That’s how you stay alive, how you stay out of trouble, and, most importantly of all, how you ensure that your name will never be called to participate in the Hunger Games. 

In a place like District Two, where volunteers are commonplace, taking part in the Games is a source of pride. Lurking in the back of everyone’s mind, though, is the sickly truth that they’re not an honor but a chance to die. Sure, you could win it, and earn your family honor and respect, but you could lose the Games and have your life ended before you even saw twenty.

Your family knew that they needed to find a way to permanently stay out of the Reaping, so they played their cards right during the war and it paid off. Your family closely allied themselves with the right people in the Capitol, and so when the Hunger Games started, the leader of Panem made a rule that the names of anyone in your bloodline would never be called. 

It was their only choice. Your family found a way to deeply involve themselves with the organization of the Peacekeepers. Without your relatives there to keep all of the branches interacting with each other in the best, most efficient way, the entire system would fall to pieces. There was a bit of dispute around that point when your grandfather was first running things, so he proved his points by stepping away. Nothing worked– the Peacekeepers in each district lost communication with each other and the Capitol in hours.

After that, they didn’t test you any longer, and your family was allowed to stay out of everything. It was an unspoken agreement that carried on no matter the leader of Panem, no matter the generation of your family. Your grandfather passed on the responsibility to your father, and you’ve been receiving the necessary training such that, when you finally come of age, you will be able to take it from him.

For the sake of pretense, all of you still entered your name on Reaping Day like everyone else, but the slips of paper would be removed before the ceremony began. That was to be expected, though. Divisions arise when people have a sense of inequality. If you want to stop the rebellions from arising, you reduce the visibility. You can’t grow outraged over unfair circumstances if you have no idea that the unfair circumstances exist at all.

To account for this, only the members of your family know that you’ll never enter the Reaping. You can play it off as good luck, and so long as you’re not obvious about it, no one will think twice about the fact that no L/N has ever entered the Hunger Games. Citizens are already distracted by the looming terror that one of their young ones could die within a month. No one’s tracking back your lineage to examine how many people you’ve lost.

You did tell one person, though. It couldn’t be helped. You and Clove tell each other anything anyway, how could you keep a secret like this? She made you swear to help her train years ago, but when the first year of Reaping eligibility finally started rolling around, Clove was confused as to why you weren’t training as vigorously as she was.

The answer you gave hesitantly, after consulting with various relatives to make sure you wouldn’t be damning most all of your loved ones. Clove took the news surprisingly well, actually. Maybe it’s because you were one fewer target that she had to take out. You were no longer a threat, which meant that you could instead be a friend. And then, later, you could be more. You could be someone she loved.

Loving her was inevitable. If you spend hours every day with another girl, if the two of you start sleeping over in each other’s rooms so as to not waste a single moment as the Games draw closer every year, if someone looked at you the way Clove did, of course you would fall. The falling was the easy part. Having to live with it was harder.

In the decades to come, you think you’ll look back on those years as the best of your life. Training always ramped up closer to the Games just in case; although Clove planned on volunteering when she was older so she’d have the best chance of a decisive victory, there was always the possibility that her name would be called before she was ready. Clove simply had to be prepared for anything, and so you cleared your schedule so you could help her out.

And so the days would pass, bleeding into weeks and months. You’d meet her at the District Two training center, or maybe the two of you would walk together. You learned combat for the sole purpose of being able to let her practice even better. You’d spot her while she was lifting weights, judge her form when she couldn’t watch her back, and do everything in your power to make sure she was going to win when the time came.

You have a thousand such memories stored in your head, of Clove throwing her first series of successive bullseyes and nearly tackling you to the ground from hugging you so hard; her exultant grin every time she could lift more, throw harder, do better; how she used to grab you around the waist with that mad laugh and tell you that she was going to do it all. You believed her, how could you not? How could you do anything but nod along, lost in her ferocity for life?

You loved her from the start, maybe. It was something you were born to do. You stood in her shadow and it did not darken your spirit, for it gave you the chance to watch her thrive and that would be enough for you, it always was. She was glorious. You were you. It had always felt uneven, but that was alright so long as you could just keep her.

The keeping her was the problem, though, as it would turn out. Clove wanted to volunteer, she always had. District Two raises golden tributes who can win better and faster than anyone else. Her end goal was always entering the Games so she could come out the other side with that title. It was her plan from day one, and you knew that, but somehow it still stunned you when she finally announced to you that it would be time to volunteer.

Your first reaction was disbelief. It was, of course, something that you were aware of the entire time, but it was wrong now. Clove volunteering was always something distant, an event that wouldn’t happen for years. It’s real now, though. It has always been real, but for once, you have to face it.

Selfishly, you had tried to talk Clove out of it, asking her not to volunteer. If her name was called, of course she would enter the Games anyway, but why put herself in unnecessary danger? You begged and pleaded, you asked her to stay out if not for her own life than for yours, but Clove just laughed and said you wouldn’t have to worry, because she would win. Of course she would win. There was no world in her mind in which she would die.

Still, you tried to persuade her otherwise. You still helped her train, but your enthusiasm flagged by the day. You were no longer protecting her from death, you were preparing her for her own demise. You encouraged this in her. You are to blame if– when– she dies. It will be her blood on your hands, and that will be something you will never be able to forget.

All of your attempts come to naught. The Reaping still comes, and although Clove has not promised you anything outright, you find it hard to believe that you’d be able to break through so many years of propaganda to make her realize that her life is worth more to you than her dying in the Games for glory that would only end up someone else’s. It doesn’t matter that you would put your family name on the line to keep her safe, this is what Clove wants, and you’ve known her long enough to recognize that it’s what she will get.

On Reaping Day, you find yourself lining up with the other District Two girls to learn who will become your tributes for the coming Games. You have never feared the Reaping; why would you, when you know for certainty that you and your family would always be safe? Now, though, your entire frame is wracked with terror. Either Clove’s name is called or she will put herself in. There is no way you win.

The designated representative from the Capitol takes to the stage, and then they reach their hand inside the glass vessel enclosing the names of all the eligible female contestants. The Capitol rep reads out a collection of syllables, and it is not Clove’s. You feel one wave of relief crash into you, and it takes everything in you to stay standing. That’s one possibility eliminated, at least.

You look over at Clove and you feel sick to your stomach, all confidence from before evaporating just as quickly as it came. She’s got that look in her eyes again, and you know what’s coming before she can form a single word. This is how it ends, then. This is how you lose her.

And then, at the very last moment, someone else could volunteer before Clove. The fate of the female tribute from District Two would only be decided because someone else was able to raise their voice faster than your girlfriend. It would be so easy for everyone to brush off the whole affair. It’s what they expect to see, after all. There’s a brilliant Career volunteering, and maybe it wasn’t Clove, but it’s still one of their own.

You, though? You were watching. It would be so simple if Clove just waited. It would have been just a half second’s pause, but it would be enough. No one would know. No one would have known but you. A thousand intricacies in one poorly timed breath, and Clove would stay alive. Easy as that.

But then Clove tugs the other girl down, shoves a hand over her mouth before she can scream, and yells that she will volunteer. This is not your imagination. This is not all the scenarios you can conjure up in your own head. Clove will never back down, and so despite your best attempts, you will never be able to escape this.

Clove is in the aisle before you know what’s going on. She’s marching towards the stage with that determined gaze she’s always worn so well. The Capitol citizen asks Clove her name and she answers, her hand is raised, the crowd cheers. You stare at her in horror, and she grins proudly. This is what she’s always wanted. You knew she would get it.

You find her afterwards. Tributes are allowed to say their goodbyes, and your family knows you enough to make room for you once they tell her to win. Your fingers find holds in her clothes, and you beg Clove to find some way out of this. Say it was a mistake. Say you said the wrong name, that you took the chance from another volunteer. Find some way to come back to me.

Clove would never listen. It’s all in her hands now, and you can see the excitement building in her chest as she thinks about it more. In moments, she will board a train to the Capitol, and then she will win the Games and you will be sorry for doubting her. Clove has dreamed of this while you were dreaming of her death. She knows exactly how this will play out.

Clove leans over to you, says I’m doing this for both of us, and then she’s across the room in the blink of an eye, telling the Peacemakers that she’s ready to go. The last sight of her is the vicious, glimmering girl you’ve always known, and then the doors slam shut behind her and she is yours no more.

You see her die when you’re least expecting it. She made it past the initial bloodbath, past the splitting of the Careers, past all the twists and turns of fate. You honestly thought she would win by that point, even though Cato was still in it. Clove had told you privately once that she would kill any of the other Twos were they to be her fellow tribute, no matter how strong an ally. She would never hesitate, and she would win. You believed her.

Clove doesn’t get the chance to prove herself right or wrong. She dies trying to kill Katniss Everdeen, that revolutionary from District Twelve. Clove was taunting her, taking her time about the kills. It was a mistake, and it haunts you to know that’s what her district will think of her. They won’t remember her bravery for joining the games, they’ll point out that one flaw in her perfect game to their children so the next generation will be even better.

You miss her night and day. You still expect the Capitol trains to bear her back to you when the Games are over, and it takes your brain some convincing to realize that Katniss and Peeta won the Games this round, not your lover. She’s yours no longer. She’s yours forever. Yours and that of the cold, dark earth in which you buried her empty casket. The grass grows over it now, thick and green. You knot your hands in it when the going gets tough and you scream at her for leaving you. She never answers.

It sickens you later, poisoning your mind against everything you’d ever held dear. This was their golden girl, their Clove, and when she died, they all tossed her aside like a bloody rag doll. She gave them everything and they can’t even remember her properly.

Another war comes soon. It brings rebellion to your very doorstep. Soon enough, they find you, and tell you that there are ways to help their cause. If you were not so foolish to admit it, you think you might even be listening.

If you were to do it, you’d do it for her. Clove always taught you to never back down. You think of her, and you enter the fray.

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[nickeverdeen]

The Hunger Games characters getting jealous

Includes: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Cato, Clove

Katniss Everdeen

She’s more insecure than jealous

But if so…

She’d definetly give the person “the stare”

Katniss has a self-doubting kind of jealousy

She’s comparing herself with the other person in some ways

Katniss would indeed need a reassurance from you when the person is gone

Even though she wonn’t admit it

She would just try to bottle her feelings in very unhealthy way

She’ll 100% deny that she’s jealous

“I was not jealous Y/N, I just didn’t really like them”

Peeta Mellark

Tries to act polite

He’s smart and rational enough not to throw hands

Peeta would be really uncomfortable

He is aware that you’re loyal to him, but he can’t help it

He hates being jealous

Peeta would walk up to your side and put his hand around your waist trying to give the person hint

Passive-agressive behaivor

He’d talk with you about it after the person left

Or he just wouldn’t want to “bother” you with it and would try to bottle it up

One of you would at the end bring it up at some point

“So.. you and them? Yeah, right. Sorry”

Gale Hawerthrone

Gale is a very jealous person

He has some insecurities and gets all defensive with the person

Death stares

If the person would flirt with you, man would NOT let that slide

Gale can be rational, but if the person won’t drop it then he can and will throw hands

He’s bittter and snicker more during the interaction

Will deny for his entire life that he got jealous

He wouldn’t even try to cover his jealousy up when being near the person

He’s not gonna talk about it

Just kiss will be pretty much enough to reassure him

“I wasn’t jealous. They were flirting with you! It was enough of a reason for me to act that way!”

Finnick Odair

Even though he doesn’t really have a reason to be jealous he indeed does get slightly at times

Finnick is the most famous guy in whole Capitol, but that doesn’t mean that jealousy can’t get the best of him

Just like Peeta he’d try to act polite

Really, he tries not to be jealous, but he can’t help it

Finnick, feels kinda dumb for being jealous ‘cause he trusts you

He isn’t one to really show it

He’s constantly just bottling it up inside of him

Finnick is prepared for being teased about it later by you, but he doesn’t really mind

Walks up to you and the person and puts his hand on your waist

If the person still wouldn’t get the hint he’d kiss your cheek and call you “love” or “sweetheart”

His sassy side kicks in while talking woth the person

Finnick would let you tease him about it later and he’d probably laugh it off

“Yeah, okay *chuckles* I get your point”

Cato Hadley

Definetly the hard stare or some glances

Cato is the type of a person “punch first, ask second”

He isn’t really insecure, but it does bother him when other people are hitting on you

But if the person isn’t bothering you, he wouldn’t pick a fight with them

He’s more bitter and sassy towards the person

Cato doesn’t really shy away from PDA

So he’s not afraid to wrap his strong arms around you protectively or kiss you

He wants the person to get the hint

If the person is your friend he’d be much calmer ‘cause he doesn’t want to ruin yours and their friendship

Cato can and will flex just to prove the person that they ain’t good enough for you

If the person would dare to touch you in uncomfortable way, Cato would be quick to give them piece of their mind

He ain’t losing you to some jerk from a bar

Extremely affectionate with you during the interigation with the person

“Hey love, who’s that? I see… *hard stare at the person*”

Clove Kentwell

Pretty much like Cate “punch first, ask second”

Clove definetly has some jealousy issues

She very quickly loses her cool when someone starts flirting with you

If you weren’t there, she’d most definetly punch the person

Agressively conforts them

She’s indeed intimidating when she wants to be so the person would probably back off

But if not, things could escalate to the point where she throws hands

You’re pretty much the only person who can calm her down at that point

Death stares

Clove isn’t really into PDA, but at that point she would put her arm around your shoulders or rest her hand on your waist

She doesn’t even hide her jealousy

Will deny her jealousy later at all cost

Clove will talk absolute shit about the person after they leave (unless it’s your friend)

Is very clingy afterwards

If it’s your friend, she’ll get slightly bitter with them, but would calm down

After all, she doesn’t wanna ruin your and the person’s friendship

She’ll start playing with her knifes next to you only to intimidate the person silently

“Hey dickhead! Y/N has a girlfriend!”

#headcanons #the hunger games #thg peeta #thg katniss #thg finnick #thg cato #thg clove #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #cato hadley #cato hadley x reader #clove #clove kentwell #clove kentwell x reader

[7s3ven]

LACY. cato hadley

( master list )

IN WHICH… Clove Kentwell can’t help but compare herself to Cato’s ex. They may have dated a year ago, but she sees the way he still looks at her.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me. You poison every little thing that I do”

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“Cato, are you listening?” Clove placed a hand on her boyfriend’s muscular arm, her eyebrows knitted together. She wasn’t usually worried but with how distant Cato had been lately, she couldn’t help it.

“Huh?” Finally, Cato turned to her. “Yeah. I’m good. Sorry, I’m just tired.” But his eyes didn’t fail to trail back to her. Clove followed his line of sight, feeling a sudden burst of jealousy.

He had been paying more attention to her than Clove.

Y/N L/N, District Two’s prized possession. A delicate beauty none the less. And Cato Hadley’s ex-girlfriend. It had been a year since the two broke up but he was still gazing at her from time to time, which angered Clove.

She had tried to bring it up with him, but he brushed her off. “Cato.” She tugged on his shirt, gaining his attention. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” The pair were sitting in a small cafe that happened to be Y/N’s favorite. She was always sitting in the corner, laughing with friends.

“I thought you liked this place.” Cato tilted his head to the side.

“I do.” Clove glanced down at the cinnamon spice coffee that she adored, “But I… want a change of scenery.” All she wanted was one day where she didn’t have to witness Cato eying up Y/N.

“Uh. Yeah. We can leave.”

Clove did her best to hide her sigh of relief. They stood up, pushing their chairs back. Clove grabbed her drink and practically shoved Cato out the door.

“What about that dessert place you like?” Cato questioned. Only, Clove didn’t like desserts. She liked warm and hot things; like hot chai lattes and spicy soup. Y/N was the one who liked desserts.

“I’m not in the mood for cold things.” Clove smiled, cooly playing it off. She couldn’t help but loathe Y/N for influencing Cato this much and leaving such a huge mark. But it was partly her fault for falling in love with a guy who wasn’t over his ex.

“Do you just want to go home and watch a movie then?” Cato suggested. Finally, he remembered one right detail about her. Clove silently nodded, taking another sip from her cup.

Cato abruptly paused. “Hey, your friend is friends with Y/N, right?” Clove wasn’t even disappointed at this point.

She heaved a light sigh. “Yeah. I guess. They talk.”

“Great. I need to return some things to her but I don’t know her new address. So do you think you could ask your friend?”

“I’m not really comfortable with you being around Y/N.” Clove fiddled with her fingers, which was another trait she had gained from her relationship with Cato.

Cato quietly scoffed, but not in a rude way. He smiled. “It’s just a few things, Clo. I’ll be in and out like that.” He quickly snapped his fingers. Clove rocked back and forth on her heels before giving in.

“I’ll ask but I can’t make any promise.” She uttered, the light in her eyes dimming when she saw Cato grin wider.

Y/N was the type of girl nobody could compare to with her stunning E/C eyes and lingering perfume that hung heavily on her skin.

She was Heather Conan talked about. She was Lacy Olivia referred to. And in a way, she was Clove’s rival.

“Excuse me.”

Clove’s heart practically dropped after she heard that all too familiar voice. Cato seemed to spin around impossibly fast.

Y/N stood behind them, softly smiling. “I think you left this.” She held up a hardcover book that Clove had forgotten to grab despite it being her favorite.

“Oh…” Clove quickly reached for it, hugging it tightly to her chest. “Thank you.” She choked out. Y/N sent her another smile that made Clove feel sick. How could she be so perfect?

“Cato, I found some of your stuff in my closet.” Y/N turned to the blond-haired boy. “Would you be wanting it back?” Clove almost prayed for Cato to ignore her. To not reply. But Cato opened his mouth anyway.

“I have some of your things too. I was planning on asking Clove’s friend, Aria, for your address.”

“Oh, Aria! She’s so nice. She let me borrow her perfume once.”

It was like Clove wasn’t even there. She clenched her hands into fists as she watched the two converse like they were old friends. They somewhat were but their dating history made it weird for them to be speaking so casually.

Cato was hanging off every word Y/N said which left Clove alone. She almost shrivelled under all the pitying looks people passing by gave her, but she continued to stand tall.

“I’ll meet you there then?” Y/N asked, her perfectly tinted lips curving upwards. Her makeup was always perfect, unlike Clove who preferred to wear none at all. Suddenly, Clove grew self-conscious.

Did Cato like feminine girls? Clove looked Y/N up and down, noticing her neat outfit. The H/C-nette was wearing a skirt while Clove was dressed in loose fitting cargo pants. Her gaze flickered to Y/N’s hair. Every strand was placed perfectly while Clove’s hair was simply pulled back into a messy ponytail.

“Yeah. See you.” Cato bid Y/N farewell. He looked at Clove again, who was losing her confidence the more she compared herself to Y/N. “You ready to go?”

Clove hid her insecurity behind a smile. “Yeah.” She muttered, her voice quieter than she planned it to be.

The couple always watched movies at Cato’s house. His family had a spare room that they used as a small movie theatre. Clove leaned against Cato and despite him allowing her to do so, she knew he wished she was someone else.

“So, what were you and Y/N talking about?” Clove carefully questioned as the movie had begun playing. She felt Cato shrug.

“Not much. We were just arranging a place and time to give stuff back.”

“Why do you still have her stuff?”

“I must’ve forgotten about it.”

The pang in Clove’s heart told her that he was lying. She saw the way he hugged a pink hoodie to sleep. It wasn’t her’s, and it didn’t smell like her either. Clove’s perfume was heavy and mature while the hoodie smelled airy and floral… just like Y/N.

Clove did her best to focus on the movie. She would get lost in her thoughts from time to time but always came back to reality when Cato shifted around.

Clove yawned and slightly slouched, letting the cushions of the couch engulf her. She glanced at Cato who was too focused on the screen to notice.

She suddenly paused the movie, confusing Cato. “Are you leaving now?” He asked, watching as she stood up. She shook her head.

“Cato, we need to talk about…” Clove paused, choosing her next words carefully. “Some things that have been happening recently.”

Cato raised his eyebrows, indirectly telling her to continue.

“Lately we haven’t been the same. I mean, I’m training more and you… you seem distracted. Did I do something wrong?” Clove had never felt more vulnerable than right now.

“I mean… you did eat salt and vinegar chips with Oreos.” Cato quietly chuckled.

“That’s not what I mean!” Clove exclaimed, “And that was a dare just so you know!” She pointed a finger at Cato. “You keep looking at her. And don’t pretend like you don’t know who I’m referring to.”

“What? Y/N?” The way Cato immediately caught on unnerved Clove. “Clo, she’s just a friend. Not even that. I only talked to her today because I needed to.”

“I see the way you look at her. And…” Clove had to take a minute to compose herself, “I know that you wish I was her.” Cato said nothing, confirming her theory.

“Clove.” He uttered after a moment. That was the first time he had called her by her real name in a long time. “I’m dating you. Not her. I”- Clove unexpectedly cut him off.

“Then why does it feel like we aren’t dating?!” She shouted, her voice slightly shaking. She was glad no one else was home. “Why does it feel like… I’m a replacement?”

“You aren’t”-

Clove didn’t let Cato speak. She launched straight into another scolding. “Why are you always looking at her?! And ignoring me! I’m your girlfriend, Cato! Me! Not her! So why do you pay more attention to Y/N than me? You hardly even talk to me now!” If Clove was a normal girl, she would be sobbing. But her parents taught her to keep her emotions, especially her sadness, at bay.

Cato remained silent, staring at her with the same look of pity everybody else did. All Clove wanted was for him to look at her the same way he looked at Y/N.

“I’m sorry, Clo.” He uttered. Clove took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever was next to come. “I just can’t love you like I love her.”

“I see.” The brunette whispered. She quickly gathered her things, blinking away small tears.

“Clove. Come on.” Cato stood up as she walked away. “We can talk about this. Where are you going? Clove.” He was annoyingly insistent on following her.

Clove spun around, staring right into Cato’s eyes. “I can’t be her, Cato. So maybe it’s best if we split up.” She was prepared to leave but Cato grabbed her wrist.

“Y/N.” He uttered without thinking. His grip loosened on Clove’s wrist once he realized his mistake.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” Clove unlocked the front door, stepping out. “Just… leave my stuff on the doorstep and I’ll do the same.” She closed the door behind her and allowed herself a moment of weakness.

Cato stood on the other side, listening to Clove’s quiet sobs and sniffs. He slowly backed away. He knew that deep down, Clove was right. He did wish she was Y/N.

He glanced at the box Y/N’s stuff. It sat at the bottom of the stairs, almost collecting dust.

Maybe it’s for the best, he told himself. He had already hurt Clove enough. There was no reason for him to pretend that he loved her as much as he still loved Y/N.

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[cloveswifey]

Mentor

Pairings: Cato Hadley x Fem!Reader

A/n: not exactly sure if this was what you wanted when you requested; hopefully this is good enough. Part 2 will be on its way maybe?

Type: Angst + Fluff

Warnings: blood, swearing, the hunger games, insults, arguing, fighting, medicine.

Words: 1.9k

Request: Cato × reader when he won the 74 and she won the 72 and she's younger than him and they fall in love and ppl are surprised he's soft for her

Y/n had always known that she was destined for greatness. Growing up in District 2, she had been trained from a young age to become a tribute in the Hunger Games. She had learned how to use a bow and arrow with deadly accuracy, and she was smart enough to outwit any opponent who dared to cross her.

As the day of the 72nd Hunger Games approached, Y/n felt a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew that the Games were a brutal and unforgiving competition, but she was determined to emerge victorious.

When the Games began, Y/n immediately put her skills to the test. She used her bow and arrow to take down several of her opponents, and she quickly established herself as a force to be reckoned with. She was smart enough to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible, instead using her wits and her knowledge of the arena to stay one step ahead of the other tributes.

As the days passed, Y/n continued to impress the audience with her skill and her cunning. She was one of the youngest tributes in the Games, but she was also one of the most deadly. She had a natural talent for survival, and she was able to adapt quickly to the ever-changing conditions of the arena.

Despite her success, Y/n never lost sight of her ultimate goal: to emerge victorious from the Hunger Games. She knew that there were still several formidable opponents left in the competition, and she was determined to outlast them all.

As the final showdown approached, Y/n prepared herself for the ultimate battle. She knew that she would need to be at her very best if she was going to emerge victorious, and she focused all of her energy on the task at hand.

When the final battle began, Y/n was ready. She used all of her skills and knowledge to outwit her opponents, and she fought with a fierce determination that left her adversaries reeling. In the end, it was Y/n who emerged victorious, having proven herself to be the most skilled and resourceful tribute in the entire competition.

As she stood before the cheering crowds, Y/n felt an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. She had survived the Hunger Games and emerged as the ultimate victor, a testament to her strength and her courage. From that day forward, Y/n would be remembered as one of the greatest tributes in the history of the Hunger Games, a true champion who had overcome incredible odds to achieve her ultimate goal.

As Y/n emerged from the arena, she was greeted by a sea of flashing cameras and cheering fans. She had just become the youngest winner in the history of the Hunger Games, and her achievement had not gone unnoticed.

Alongside her stood Finnick Odair, the dashing and charismatic tribute from District 4. Finnick had won the 65th Hunger Games at the age of 14, and he had gone on to become one of the most beloved victors of all time. Now, he stood beside Y/n, the newest member of the exclusive club of Hunger Games champions.

As Y/n made her way through the crowds, she was praised for her incredible skill and bravery. She had faced off against some of the toughest opponents in the Games, and she had emerged victorious against all odds. Her youth had been seen as a disadvantage by many, but she had used it to her advantage, relying on her quick reflexes and her natural agility to outmaneuver her opponents.

Finnick, too, was quick to praise Y/n for her incredible achievement. He had been in her shoes once, and he knew just how difficult it was to win the Hunger Games at such a young age. He saw in Y/n a kindred spirit, a tribute who had overcome incredible odds to become a true champion.

Together, Y/n and Finnick became the talk of the Capitol. They were hailed as the brightest stars of the Hunger Games, two young tributes who had proven themselves to be the very best of the best. They were invited to all of the most exclusive parties and events, and they were showered with gifts and accolades from their adoring fans.

For Y/n, the experience was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She had never imagined that she would become a Hunger Games champion, let alone one who was celebrated alongside the legendary Finnick Odair. But as she basked in the glow of her newfound fame, she knew that she had truly achieved something remarkable. She had proven that age was just a number, and that anyone, no matter how young or inexperienced, could become a true champion if they had the courage and the determination to succeed.

2 years later

Years had passed since Y/n had won the Hunger Games, but her name was still remembered by many. She had become a living legend, a symbol of hope and resilience in a world that was often dark and cruel. So it was no surprise when she received a summons to President Snow's office, inviting her to mentor the tributes of the 74th Hunger Games.

At first, Y/n was hesitant. She had left the world of the Hunger Games behind, and she had no desire to return to it. But something in Snow's voice had piqued her curiosity, and she found herself accepting the invitation despite her misgivings.

Y/n pov

I soon returned to my home district, after being at the Capitol to fulfil President snows wishes.

As I arrived, Brutus was preparing to announce this year's tributes. She watched from the sidelines as Brutus approached the bowl of names.

But just as he was about to draw a slip of paper, a voice rang out from the crowd. "I volunteer as tribute!" My eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a small, tough-looking girl.

She had dark brown hair and freckles scattered across her face. With a proud smirk, she strode up to the stage.

"What's your name?" Brutus asked into the microphone.

"Clove Kentwell," she replied with a smirk.

"Congratulations, Clove!" Brutus exclaimed, applauding. "Now, Y/n, would you do the honors and select our male tribute?"

I nodded and walked up to the bowl, but before I could pick a paper, another voice cried out, "I volunteer for the Games!"

A muscular blonde man stepped out of his aged-group line and began walking towards the stage.

"What's your name?" I asked into the microphone.

"Cato. Cato Hadley," he replied with a smirk, looking out at his district. He then turned to me and winked before taking his place beside Clove.

As they rode the train to the Capitol, Cato began making fun of Y/n for being younger than him. "How is a younger person gonna teach me anything?" he taunted.

"Age doesn't matter, Hadley," Y/n scoffed.

"Why's that?" Clove sarcastically laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hey, now. Let's not be rude," Brutus said, trying to diffuse the situation.

But Cato wasn't having it. "You're just a kid. What could you possibly teach us?" she sneered.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I may be young, but I have experience," she said firmly.

"Experience in what? Tying knots?" Clove scoffed.

"Shut it, Freckles. I could easily put one of my arrows into your thick skull and send you flying across this room," Y/n spat at the small girl.

Clove rolled her eyes, but Y/n could see a glimmer of respect in her gaze. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to prove herself to these tributes.

Y/n, Brutus, Clove, and Cato arrived in the Capitol, ready for the 74th Hunger Games.

As they waited for the parade to begin, Y/n noticed that Cato looked nervous. She walked over to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked.

Cato nodded, but Y/n could see the fear in his eyes. "I'm just nervous," he admitted.

‘Nervous? I don’t do nervous’ Thought Cato.

Y/n smiled. "I know, but you're going to do great. Just remember to stay focused and don't let your emotions get the best of you."

Cato nodded again, and Y/n could see that her words had helped calm him down. As the parade began, Cato and Clove climbed onto their chariot and rode through the streets of the Capitol.

The crowd roared as they passed by, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They were representing their district, and she was determined to make them proud.

As they made their way back to the training center, Y/n pulled Cato aside. "Listen, I know you're a great fighter, but you need to be careful. Don't let your anger get the best of you. Stay focused, and don't make any unnecessary moves."

Cato nodded, and Y/n could see the determination in his eyes. She knew he was going to be a tough competitor, but she also knew that he had what it took to win.

As the days passed, Y/n continued to give Cato and Clove advice and support. She knew that they were all in this together, and that they needed to work as a team if they wanted to survive.

Cato was confident as he entered the arena for the 74th Hunger Games. He knew that he was a strong fighter, but he also knew that he had a lot to prove. Luckily, he had Y/n as his mentor, and she had been a great help to him throughout his training.

As the games began, Cato fought hard, taking down his opponents one by one. But when he came up against Thresh, things took a turn for the worse. Thresh was a tough opponent, and he managed to injure Cato's leg.

Cato was in pain, but he knew he couldn't give up. He thought of Y/n, who had sent him medicine to help with the pain. He knew he had to keep fighting, for her.

As the days passed, Cato continued to fight, but he found himself thinking more and more about Y/n. She had been there for him from the beginning, and he had come to rely on her for support.

As he made it to the final battle, Cato knew that he had to win. He thought of Y/n, and all of the help she had given him. He knew that he couldn't let her down.

In the end, Cato emerged victorious. As he stood on the podium, he looked out into the crowd, searching for Y/n. When he found her, he mumbled the words "I love you Y/n" under his breath.

Y/n heard him, and she smiled. She had grown to care for Cato as well, and she was proud of him for winning the games. She knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but she was ready to face it with him by her side.

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[cherryslyce]

Sharp Knives, Sharp Gazes | Clove Kentwell

Synopsis: A dangerous attraction to one of the deadly careers leads to more than you could have bargained for, including unlikely friendships and romance.

Masterlist

Pairing: Clove Kentwell x District 4!Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant (Glimmer lives, careers are OOC because they are not mindless killers). Someone save Finnick before Y/N gives him a heart attack. Marvel is fun to write, even though I'm a Cato fan.

A prickle of anxiety jolted down your spine as you lifted your eyes and met a pair of amused ones. Your eyes flickered down and paused on the grin stretching across her freckled face.

She was undeniably pretty, but the deadly glint in her eyes convinced your fellow tributes to stay away from her. Somehow, you had caught her attention and you would have been endlessly flustered had it not been for the dire circumstances you found yourself in.

“Hey, 4. You look scrappy enough. Good. The last few years your district has produced nothing but disappointments.”

You snap out of your trance and tear your gaze away from the menacing girl from District 2, coming face to face with the smug male tribute from 1–Marvel.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, 1.”

“Feisty. Look, for some reason Clove thinks it would be interesting to bring you into our fold. Don’t look at me like that, she said it, not me. So what do you say? Care to live up to District 4’s legacy as a part of the Career Pack, or are you going to scamper around and die off like a fish out of water?”

The boy finished his (very convincing) speech with a sigh as if you were the terrible inconvenience in this situation. Although, despite how annoyed you grew with him, you respected his skills with a spear and it was apparent he held some begrudging respect for you as well.

“Clove? I thought Cato was your leader? I don’t think he’s open for recruitment, shouldn’t you run this idea past him first?”

“He’s not a dictator, you’ll be fine. Besides, we can all see how valuable you are. You fling around that trident of yours like it’s an extension of your arm.”

Oh. Marvel just praised you. Had you knocked your head too many times on the train ride to the Capitol?

“And then what, you’ll slit my throat in my sleep when I’m no longer of use?”

He smiles a little at your retort before growing serious, an expression so foreign on his face that you couldn't help but wait patiently to hear what he had to say next.

“Maybe. But you have a better chance with us. Who knows, maybe you’ll even win this and get to go home. Bring pride to your district and whatnot.”

You were definitely dreaming. This was the same Marvel who you thought was a bloodthirsty, hormonal time bomb. Turns out he may hate this situation nearly as much as you.

“I’ll think about it. See you at the interviews tonight, Marvel.”

He nods as if expecting your answer, though you catch his eyebrows raising up as you address him properly for the first time.

“See you around, Y/N.”

As he stalks off towards his favorite station--the spear throw station, you look around to see Clove watching you with an unreadable expression. Luckily, it appeared to be less murderous than usual.

Well that’s nice. Better than having her plotting ways to skin me.

It is not until you’re waiting in line for the interviews with Caesar to start that Clove finally approaches you.

“Y/N. Marvel said you would consider joining us in the arena. I look forward to it.”

You gape as you look at the girl, face heating up uncomfortably as you could barely register her words. She looked so…pretty.

The girl looks at you in concealed wonder, eyes twinkling with mischief. You’re confused for a few moments before you make eye contact with an amused Marvel behind her.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Y/N.”

The girl spins around and stalks off towards Cato who’s begun watching the three of you like you’ve all grown another head.

“Smooth. Didn’t know you had the hots for her. I guess you were quite happy that she was the one to ask for you.”

Marvel grins at you, and for once it’s not a condescending ‘I’m better than you’ type of grin. You groan quietly to yourself, too tired to even flinch when he swings an arm around your shoulder and drags you towards the line of tributes.

Well if the other tributes had no idea of your allegiance, they sure did now.

“So you’re with us then?”

“I don’t have any other choice, you’re already clinging to me like a barnacle.”

Cato smiles, oh so minutely, at your remark to Marvel, nodding at you with a reinvigorated respect that he didn’t seem to extend to many.

Glimmer’s pleased grin greets you briefly before she’s being ushered onto the stage, her face morphing into a blinding, albeit fake, smile.

And so it begins. Hopefully Finnick would be able to nab some sponsors for you.

Yeah. Some sponsors would be good right about now.

You were on the verge of just throwing yourself face-first into Cato’s sword.

Glimmer had a close call with a swarm of tracker jackers, and somehow in the mess Katniss managed to escape. To say your allies were pissed would be the understatement of the year.

Seriously, you were sure one of the trees began to wilt after being faced with the withering look Cato sent it.

”Y/N. Go with Clove to gather some wood.”

“Yes, dad.”

Cato looks around before shooting a quick middle finger at you, an exasperated twitch of the lip taking over his face for the briefest moment before defaulting to his usual grimace of contained rage.

You were sure he was somewhat fond of you considering he hadn’t tried to bite your head off yet.

You round on your heel, habitually twirling your trident over your wrist. Clove is not far behind you as you dart your eyes around the trees.

“Once I get my hands on fire girl, I’m going to tear her limb from limb.”

“I have no doubt you will. Can’t say I’m her biggest fan at the moment. She was aiming to snatch Glimmer’s bow, who knows what kind of devastation she would reign upon us if she succeeded. Good thing one of us managed to wake up.”

“Hm, pretty smug for someone who was cuddled up on me all night like a toasted log.”

A laugh manages to slip through your lips and you’re positive everyone watching back at home is convinced you’ve lost your mind. Seriously, laughing from actual joy during the Hunger Games while stranded in a pack of groomed killers is not the sanest of activities.

Honestly, you would give anything to see how Finnick was coping.

You look back quick enough to catch a pleased look wash over Clove’s features.

Before you could even stop yourself, a river of words flew out of your mouth and you were stuck between not caring and being mortified.

“I meant what I said by the way. You’re really pretty.”

Your remark must have caught her off guard as she suddenly stops midstep, an unnerving silence blanketing around the both of you.

“It’s a shame then, that we met here of all places.” Clove’s words held no bite, though the bitterness in her tone was evident to anyone with a good set of ears.

Taking a hesitant step towards her, you slowly and shakily reach down for her hand. Clove looks down at your fingers, swiftly meeting you in the middle and clasping your fingers together.

“It’s not so bad. After all, we wouldn’t have met if not for the games. I’m glad I get to spend what’s left of my life here with you guys.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

Clove’s sudden fury was not aimed at you, but at something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“You’re right, who could have foreseen me getting along with Cato of all people.”

“No. I mean don’t talk like you’re already dead.”

Clove’s stern words take you by surprise, and a sudden tightness constricts your throat as you swallow down a wave of fondness.

She was looking at you like you could actually win this whole thing. Like it didn’t matter to her if that meant she would have to die.

She steps towards you, a vulnerable glint flecking at the usual indifference of her gaze. Her mind was trained to be a killer, but District 2’s Academy did little to train her heart.

You bring your free hand to cup her cheek, breaking into a watery smile. Leaning over, you press your lips firmly on hers.

Suddenly it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that your moment of vulnerability was being televised to the rest of the nation. It didn’t matter that Finnick was probably dragging his hands down his face in exasperation in the District 4 apartment. It didn’t matter that someone could break through the tree line and jam a knife into your neck.

Clove kissed back with the same amount of fervor, hands slowly rising up to hug your waist.

Fuck. You were ready to throw your life away to make sure she made it out of here. And all it took was her pretty little freckled face and her fiery eyes.

After what seemed to be an eternity, you both pull away for air. You gently brush her cheek with your thumb as she gripped your waist tighter.

“I’m going to make sure you go home, Clove.”

Before she could retort, you both snap out of your little moment as voices approach from behind you.

“Fuck. See, I told you! Wood, my ass! They’re sucking face!”

Marvel’s voice rings through the air and suddenly your three allies are approaching you both, donning similar amused looks.

“I guess this note makes a lot more sense now.”

Cato’s words only serve to confuse you until he holds up a sponsor package along with a note.

‘Tell Y/N that she’s killing me -F’

“He has a flair for dramatics.” Glimmer’s words were just so incredibly ironic that you and the others had to make effort to bury the thought.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

#the hunger games #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games x reader #clove kentwell #clove kentwell x reader #clove kentwell imagine #cato hadley #the hunger games marvel #the hunger games glimmer #district 4 #district 12 #district 2 #district 1

[maysileeewrites]

day I don’t even know of trying to put up with my sister‘s Hunger Games opinions (she‘s team Prim Reaper, hates Finnick and still doesn’t get my ongoing obsession with Clato / the Careers in general)

like, what did I do wrong? someone please send help

#thg #the hunger games #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #finnick odair #coriolanus snow #clato #clato the hunger games #cato x clove #finnick x reader #cato hunger games #clove hunger games #like how can you still be team prim reaper???

[blueberrypancakesworld]

You are ours - Career Tributes - Yandere

warning : yandere behavior, obsession, flirting

Summary : The tributes from the first and second districts had further advantages. It was only fair that they looked for a pretty thing before the big day when they still had time. Above all, they loved to treat their love in their own special way.

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Cato : The champion and one of the best sprouts that came from the best districts. The blond warrior loved weapons and the glory he imagined. When he saw her, the pretty little bird, an inhabitant of the Capitol and yet one of the poorer ones who flitted back and forth between the rich as a servant, he could not take his bright eyes off her. A word with his "mentor" later and she was his at least until the games began. ,,You're here for me, beauty, you know that, right?" he asked as she joined him in the training arena. He saw her nod slightly, saw exactly how the warmth closed on her cheeks. ,,You didn't get much attention, did you, sweetie?" he asked, coming closer to her, the sword he had been practicing with minutes before still in his hand. She knew about the danger, knew that she was replaceable, knew that he had no consequences. But he knew she was his only one for the moment. His pretty little bird. The smell of sweat and metal with leather enveloped him. But he didn't touch her and when he did he played with the strands of her hair, loving to see her full of shame. He complimented her, sometimes more suggestively, sometimes less, and flirted with her. No matter where his little bird flew, her hunter was always like a shadow behind her. Just waiting to strike again.

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Clove : Had also seen the servant, her little mouse always uncertain and yet silent before she quickly disappeared. The girl was here to win with or without Cato but in the time until the Hunger Games she could use it to have some fun. She would call her mouse to her, she would stand over her for the time she was here. Clove smirked as she saw the unexpected and fearful reaction. As the blade of the knife passed over her cheek. ,,Little mouse... what's wrong? Does the cat have your tongue?" she asked with a grin and giggled when she saw the slight shake of the other's head. Clove loved watching them, seeing the reactions. Focusing on her as her little mouse had to come to her again and again. She loved teasing the pretty servant with her weapons, looks and gestures. Whether it was a gentle touch with her fingers, the cold metal of the knife on her arm or a hug so cold and possessive that Clove could feel her heart beating fast. The mouse knew she couldn't escape the cat and Clove's grin only widened. Oh yes, the girl would still have fun with her mouse, every reaction only spurred her on even more.

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Glimmer : Glimmer had an eye for beauty. She herself w as the prettiest of all the tributes. They knew that, the Capitol knew that, and the servant seemed to know that too, glancing at the blonde from time to time and disappearing into the crowd like a butterfly. "Little butterfly, you pretty one, come here. Kneel down here, I want to do something," she ordered her one day, using her charm even though it wasn't necessary. She saw how uncertain the employee looked for a moment before she sat down on the cushion between Glimmer's legs. Looking straight ahead, she flinched when Glimmer started to do her hair. It was always like this, the blonde loved to do the other's hair, do each other's nails and give her a kiss on the cheek. It was like she enjoyed the company. In the beauty of herself and her butterfly. And more and more often, her lips sought out her partner. She loved it when they cuddled, regardless of whether her butterfly wanted to fly away or not. Glimmer always had her pretty fingers at the ready to spear her if she left. They still had plenty of time for more fun.

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Marvel : His eyes had seen the pretty bunny. ,,Are you shy, little bunny?" he asked himself, mumbling as his gaze met hers. Had watched closely as she disappeared into the crowd of nobles. Had seen her fear as he threw the spear perfectly at the target. It was like a chase between them, his pretty, scared little bunny just waiting for the eagle that was always above her, always watching her no matter how many times she tried to run away. One word from her and he knew she would come to him. But the one thing he knew would drive her mad was his gaze. Unlike the other three, he loved to watch her, to see what reactions he elicited and did. To see his little ass realize that there was so much more going on in his mind. ,,You must have come to me willingly pretty bunny" he said and put the spear down but held it firmly showing her that he was ready to strike at any second. She had understood that it was better to stay in his field of vision than to run away and get killed. The satisfied smile on his lips widened when he saw the slight nod. Oh, he would enjoy this hunt to the end. When he had had his fill of her reactions and emotions before he would strike at his pretty bunny.

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#the hunger games #hunger games movies #cato hunger games #clove hunger games #glimmer hunger games #marvel hunger games #cato x reader #clove x reader #glimmer x reader #marvel x reader

[m0nsterqzzz]

The Real Victory

pairing: Clove Kentwell x fem!reader

summary: when you return from the hunger games as a victor, the only thing you really want is your girlfriend

warnings: slapping (?), mentions of killing (not described, just mentioned), the games?

a/n: can you tag someone who asked anonymously? no idea. if so, somebody teach me. whoever asked for this, it's kinda sucky sorry :/ also, wtf is that title? no idea how to write titles lmao

You didn’t want to leave.

You like your home, you like your family, you like your friends, and most of all, you love your girlfriend.

Growing up, it was trained into your heart, soul, and mind that all you were there for was to volunteer as a tribute for the games. You didn't want to, and as a kid it never made sense why the people surrounding you were so eager to give their lives up just so the capitol could have some special edition entertainment.

“Respect. We want people to respect us.” Your best friend Clove had told you when you were just kids. She had this look in her eyes, one that everyone in district two has as they await the time to get their so-called respect.

Still, it didn't make that much sense to you. The capitol would never respect anyone other than themselves, so why would you even try?

Clove became your girlfriend when you were fourteen- though everyone says they knew you two were in love since you were kids. Not everyone understood why you would fall for her though, her unmatched anger towards anything and everything, her ability to kill anyone who looks at her wrong that comes along with her ruthlessness, and her cold, emotionless personality seemed pretty hard to love.

But that's not how you see it. She has a fiery look in her eyes, but it melts everytime she catches sight of you. She has the ability to ruthlessly kill, but you know she'd give her life to protect you.  She's cold and emotionless, but it just gives you reason to spend more and more time with her and in hopes of learning more about her.

The anger she has towards the world was only once directed towards you. The day you raised your hand and volunteered as a tribute for the games. You'd scored well on your final training test at the academy, as did Clove, so no one really batted an eye when thinking of one of your becoming a tribute. The moment you saw her arm twitch in a way that signaled she was going to give her life, you jumped in.

You’d only seen her once after that, a quick three minute visit in the justice hall where she didn't utter a word to you despite your begging before you were ushered onto the train and sent to the capitol. You wondered if she’d ever speak to you again, or if she really just hated you for taking what could have been her chance to prove herself to the capitol and everyone in your district.

Long story short, it fucking sucked.

You spent most of the games hiding in caves, attacking anyone that game along and by the end of it, you had more than enough blood on your hands for the capitols liking. You were sent home with the promise of a nice house and luxury items, but it wasn't much as in your district it wasn't that hard to get them before.

The train speeds through the forest surrounding district two, and you sit in a seat closest to the exit doors, knee bouncing up and down as the large buildings and factories of your home come into view. Almost everyone is outside the justice hall waiting to greet you, but you only want to see one person.

The transportation slowly comes to a stop, your stomach churning as you hear the cheers from outside the closed doors that only get louder when the doors slide open. Your mentor gets off the train, smiling brightly with pride as if it was here that survived. She rolls her eyes, motioning for you to join her on the platform so the train can leave and you can greet everyone.

Grudgingly, you do. With the knife that’s been strapped to your thigh since the moment you woke up in a hospital in the capitol placed snugly under your dress, you follow after her, the noise only growing louder as they catch sight of you. It’s not surprising for someone in district two to win, but they still think it’s amazing every time it happens.

You recognize some people; some friends from the academy, the nice old man who used to sell you and your girlfriend fruit every weekend, the trainer that graded your final test in school to make you eligible to be a tribute. But your gaze doesn’t linger on them for too long. It falls to the part of the group that's parting for something- or someone.

She’s kinda short, but her height doesn’t matter as she practically steps on anyone that won’t get out of her way as she sprints towards the platform you’re on. Clove.

Much to your mentors dismay, you bunch your dress in your hands to lift it up a little higher than the floor so you don’t trip as you run down the stairs and meet her in the middle. You open your arms for a hug, desperate to feel her comfort right now, but she doesn’t hug you. She lifts her hand, swinging it towards your face. It’s all you see before your cheek begins to sting and your head flies sideways, gasps leaving the people around you.

“Why the fuck would you do that?! You’re so stupid!” Clove yells. You’ve been dreaming of her and her voice for weeks, and that wasn’t exactly the first thing you’d think she’d say if you got to come home.

“I know. I’m sorry.” You mumble, and her eyes soften as she pulls you into a tight hug. Her eyes squeeze shut, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other squeezing the back of your shirt like you’re going to disappear if she lets go. Her knees seem to go slack, so you gently fall with her until you're both on your knees, still hugging like it’s the last time.

The crowd surrounding you guys finally starts to disburse, going back to their activities as you and Clove sit there in silence.

“I had to…I had to watch you get hurt. You got hurt and for the first time ever, I couldn’t save you.” She mumbles into your hair, tears wetting your shirt and you can hear the sadness in her voice. It’s not the first time she’s cried around you, but it is the first time she’s cried with the risk of anyone seeing her in such a vulnerable state.

You nod, no words coming out as you go limp in her arms, finally feeling safe enough in her embrace to just calm down.

She pulls a few inches away, just enough so she can look at your face. Her blue eyes scan your face, as if noting every detail that's changed in the time you’ve been apart. Right on your hairline is a small cut that will scar which capitol didn’t bother hiding as you’d never really notice it unless you looked closely- the way Clove is doing right now.

The dark haired girl leans forward, gently pressing her lips against the cut and letting them linger for a second. Her tears wet your face, but you know she’s never felt happier. She kisses your lips after that with a passion that could bring even the most powerful gods to their knees. You taste the sweet taste of the strawberries she loves eating on her lips for the first time in weeks and you feel like crying even harder.

“I love you. I love you.” She whispers the phrase over and and over again against your lips, not daring to let you go once again as she holds you as close as possible without hurting you.

She’s still pissed, definitely, and you know she’s going to make snide comments about your dumb decision for years to come, but that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is that you’re here, not in the arena. You’re with her, not killing a district six boy. You’re here with her, not reliving your trauma for the first time in days.

She’s here.

#clove kentwell #clove kentwell x reader #clove kentwell x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x you #hurt/comfort

[kit-kat-katie]

I Knew You Would

A/N: Here's a small drabble that I finished before my exams, so I'll work on that Finnick fic in my WIP when my exams are in the rear-view window. Hope everyone, students especially, are doing well. ❤️

TW: Small mentions of death, reader is worried about Clove

Pairing: Clove Kentwell x Reader (implied romantic)

Summary: After Clove is announced the victor of the 74th Hunger Games, it feels unreal until the moment she comes home. Well, until she kisses you, of course.

"And the victor of the 74th Hunger Games... Clove Kentwell!" Ceasar announces, and although those in your district cheer loud, your voice rings strong and true above them all.

Ever since you've wished her goodbye, you've been awaiting her arrival back home to you. A kiss goodbye wasn't the best place to end things between the two of you, but she'd come back for you again when she won.

If she won.

Your doubts were strengthened in the weeks between the Reaping and the Hunger Games themselves. The competition seemed tough, and there was good traction behind a few of the tributes in Districts where there wasn't a victor in a while.

But who were you to doubt Clove?

Her arrogance nearly got her killed towards the end, which nearly sent you spiraling, but she was able to recover and kill the boy before killing the girl that was her first target. You loved her pride sometimes, but the mentors that trained you were right - it'd be the death of you if you took it too far in the arena.

After that, Clove and Cato scouted out the last boy before it was announced that only one of them would be going home instead of a pair. Although Cato was stronger, Clove was quicker and skilled with knives, so she stuck one right in his heart before he could do any damage.

Clove showed a winning smile to the camera as her victory was announced, and you couldn't help but cheer.

Your Clove would come back home to you.

~

The train station had all sorts of people crowding around the entrance, waiting to take a gander at the newest Victor. You find yourself among the first as you await for her arrival back home.

When the train comes into view, people cheer and clap as it comes to a screeching halt. Before the train stops, you see Clove looking out one of the windows before she spots you. A wide grin spreads onto her face as you excitedly wave at her.

You were in disbelief that she was the one, out of all of those kids, to come home, but it felt so real now.

Clove Kentwell was the 74th Victor of the Hunger Games.

~

After the buzz and excitement died down, people dispersed from the train station as Clove was escorted to her family. They were happily reunited, with tears and all, and she talks with them for a few moments as you look on proudly.

She then gets a small pat on the back from her father before she comes running to you.

You immediately embrace Clove as she slams into you with all of the force in her body. You both go crashing to the ground, but the mixture of laughter in the air assures everyone that you're both okay.

"You came home." You mutter softly as she cautiously lets go of you.

"Of course I did," She smiles before resting her elbows on the ground next to you, "we had unfinished business, remember?"

Ah, the kiss.

You shyly laugh before biting your lip.

"You wanted another kiss?" You teasingly say before gently placing a strand of Clove's hair behind her ear.

"I wanted a better kiss."

Her smirk tells you all that you need as you place your hand on her face.

She pulls you in for a rough kiss as your eyes widen. You deepen the kiss for a moment as you enjoy the feeling of her lips on yours.

"I missed you." Clove breathily admits as her lips part from yours.

"I missed you more." You mumble before giving her another quick peck. "Let's get you cleaned up before your big interview at home, huh?"

"Sounds like a plan."

A genuine smile lights up her face as she helps you off of the ground. You walk, arm-in-arm, towards her new home as you fill her in on every little thing that she's missed.

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[heliads]

Request for Clove x reader! Y/N is a young peacekeeper in their home district, District 2, by the time the rebellion reaches its borders. As the source of many of Panem’s peacekeeper recruits and the District with the closest ties to the Capitol, it’s no surprise D2 is the last one still controlled by loyalists… Fortunately, if Y/N defects, their inside knowledge could help the rebels gain more ground. It’s also a personal thing, the perfect opportunity to retaliate against the Capitol for indirectly causing their girlfriend’s death. UNfortunately however, on the night Y/N planned to defect to the rebels, they are suddenly plagued with second thoughts. Fears of the future. The consequences of turning away from their life’s calling as a Peacekeeper, betraying D2 values they’ve been taught since childhood, in order to see a new Panem where all-powerful men no longer reign and the Games no longer exist. There is no ever going back from treason; win or lose, they’ll have to commit to the rebellion until the very end. Y/N’s terror refuses to fade, so Clove’s ghost — a victim of a lifetime’s indoctrination, regrettably molded into a Career Tribute eager for glory — shows up to nudge them towards a decision. How much of her motivation is simply “I don’t want you to end up on the losing side” lol. Maybe their reunion is real, maybe it’s a dream after Y/N accidentally dozed off, that’s up to you! .…. okayyy so this may be a little too much, i’m sorry if I went overboard! Of course, feel free to add or remove any details you want! One last thing, can there be an exchange of “I love you” or “I’ll always love you” between Y/N and Clove before Y/N leaves Thank you very much in advance!!!

anon...this idea is incredible...bless you for giving me such exquisite angst inspo

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The silence lets you know that it’s time to leave. It has been unfathomably loud this entire time, booming noises and crashing dins ever since the war began. You’ve been doing your best to tune it out, but your attempts were never met with much success. Maybe it’s because you knew you could never really pretend that the earth shattering explosions weren’t there. It is impossible to ignore the war, even when you’ve got your head so far buried in the sand that you’re choking on the force of the lies.

Perhaps you tried so hard to pretend everything was fine because it had always worked before. The Capitol had protected you all your life, how could you not follow the scent of their riches like a guiding lantern through the dark? Even as the light reflected off of the sight of gaudy baubles that could pay for enough food for your entire family for months, you still thought that the glow was worth chasing. You always had.

Everyone had. In District Two, the Capitol is everything. You’ve heard it said before that Two is the closest thing the Capitol’s ever had to a friend amongst the rest of the districts. While the rest are busy throwing fits and holding revolts over things they’ll never be able to change, Two stays strong. That is the way of the world, you suppose, Two holding firm while everyone else crumbles to ash.

It’s certainly what the Capitol would like you to believe, at any rate. There’s a big chance that it was never true in the slightest. The rest of the districts could have been just as stringent loyalists, making Two just as ordinary as the others. Were it not for the fact that you’ve watched years worth of Hunger Games and been able to notice just how visible the starving bones of the other contestants are as compared to your golden, glowing tributes, it might almost be real.

Right now, Two’s fortitude might be the honest truth. The revolution has been baying at your doorstep for quite some time now. It was always coming, even if no one wanted to admit it. There was no way that the rebels with their stolen guns and bloody screams could ever ignore you for long. To topple Two was to bring the war to the very gates of the Capitol. Your home district was just one grand domino to be taken down before the finale.

You would have hated that thought once. You’ve been a Peacekeeper for a few years now, one of their best and brightest. It’s difficult to ascend in this career field due to the widespread corruption and the irresistible allure of a good bribe or two, but you’ve managed to make it work nonetheless. People have always wondered what gave you the spirit to keep going, but no one has ever figured it out. Can you keep a secret? It’s the same reason that you have to leave tonight.

It’s because of Clove.

There is a girl buried in foreign soil some miles away from you, if they ever bothered to bury her at all. They did not bring back Clove’s corpse to you, not in a way that they could ever recognize. You saw what happened in the Games, how those mutts looked eerily like past competitors. You don’t know what they did to Clove, your Clove, but whatever became of her body is in no way available to you.

Clove was the best of you. You can say that with a free conscience. It might be one of the only truths capable of being spoken without regret. Clove studied her entire damn life to win the Games, and she didn’t. There is no greater failure than that. Never mind the fact that she did everything right, that she killed everyone in her path and made alliances with the finest fighters there. In the end, Clove didn’t make it out, and that is akin to treachery in the eyes of everyone but you.

Some part of you wonders if no one talks about Clove’s death because no one expected it to happen. When Cato and Clove were reaped, everyone in Two clasped hands over ill-bought drinks and grinned to themselves over the thought of another Games victory in their laps. It was impossible that either of them would not win. The thought had not occurred to anyone but you.

You were terrified when you first heard that your girlfriend was entered into the Games. You had rushed to find Clove the moment visitors were admitted to the newly reaped tributes, hardly aware of anything but the pounding in your head. You believed in Clove more than anything, but even the microscopic chance that something might go wrong was far too much for you to bear. After all, you loved her, and sometimes that’s enough to rob you of any trust left in the world.

Clove told you not to worry. She wasn’t afraid in the slightest, you could see it in her face. As you watched, her eyes lit up with the thrill of the challenge. Two weeks and she’d be back with her laurels, she promised you. If you were good, she might even let you stay in her house in the Victor’s Village when she returned.

It was a joke, of course, and one made in good fun. Everyone in Two knew that Clove couldn’t go anywhere without you. The two of you were inseparable on the training field, in the streets, in your homes. The thought that she would ever live without you by her side was unthinkable.

It made no sense, then, that Clove would go and die and leave you alone forever. You saw her death on the screens with absolutely no preparation. It came out of nowhere. One moment, Clove had her knife to Katniss Everdeen’s throat, ready for another successful kill, and then Thresh appeared out of the blue and smashed her skull in with a stone. 

She fell like an angel, wings cut by bloody palms. You had the perfect view as that spark of adrenaline blinked out of her eyes. Clove called out to someone before she went, you think. The audio from the recording made it seem as if she was screaming out to Cato before she died, but you watched her lips and you saw another word spoken aloud:  Y/N. You. Unreachable, but somehow still the one she wanted before she went.

The Capitol wanted Two’s classic loyalty to stay firmly ensconced in the depths of the Games, so they edited you out of Clove’s story. In the end, you wonder if anyone will ever remember you with her, or if Clove will go down in district history as the solitary paragon of every virtue they had ever worshiped by knifepoint. Will your memory die with her? Perhaps, love, perhaps.

Clove was supposed to live, of that you were certain. You cannot even blame Thresh for throwing the stone, nor Katniss for being so damn good at inspiring loyalty that she could convince anyone to fight her battles for her. In the end, they were just kids trying to survive. Is anyone truly guilty of such an act?

Your anger, then, was towards the Capitol. Clove stuck by their rules, and what did her perfection bring her but death? Fine, then. If they want death, you will bring it to their door. The rebels arrived some months ago, this time not by force but by way of lightly creeping footsteps and secrets. They were scouting out potential allies. As it turned out, you would be one of them.

You did not anticipate switching sides at the beginning. You were fully prepared to die for Two. It would connect you to Clove one last time, if nothing else, and the thought of betraying the Capitol after all you have done for them was unthinkable.

The rebels’ arguments were good, though, and you know why they were so keen on appealing to you. As a Peacekeeper, you have access to information that the rebels would kill to have. If they could manage to convince you to join their side, they could gain a much needed advantage just before their fight brought them to the Capitol. With you, they can win.

Tonight’s silence marks your time to leave. There’s an informant waiting for you in the wilderness surrounding District Two. If you can manage to get there without being noticed, they can lead you to the rebels and you’ll have made your choice for good. You think you made your decision some time ago when the girl you loved died, but it’s something entirely different to commit to it like this.

It’s starting to gnaw at you, the weight of what you’re doing. You are turning your back on the Capitol for good, and by extension your district, your home. Your family are still staunch believers in the Capitol. They were the first ones to congratulate you when you first joined the Peacekeepers. Like you, they bitterly mourned Clove’s death. Unlike you, their faith in Snow was never shaken.

Are you the problem, then? If everyone around you has no problem with the way the district is run, why should you raise a different concern? Your entire life has boiled down to following the whims of the Capitol. Who are you to be so hurt by this war that you would turn your back on everything?

After all, that is what treason means:  no more home, not until the war is won. You help the rebels crush Snow beneath their bloody heels or you die. There are only two ways you could ever return to District Two once you leave it. You’ll either be a victorious rebel or a dying martyr. Triumph or execution, those are your fates. For once, there is no Capitol-issued road map directing you as to which choice you could make, which is of course why you’re having such trouble with it now.

Your shoulders shake. The house is dark. No one else is here; you bought your own place with your Peacekeeper earnings, so there’s no one here to suspect you. Only the shadows watch and listen, only the restless pacing of your feet indicates that there might be someone here.

Then again, perhaps you aren’t so alone after all. The moonlight shines through a window onto a wrinkled photograph that’s been attached to a nearby wall. The pearlescent glow falls onto the face of a girl who’s been lost to time. It makes her eyes shine again, and although you haven’t seen them move in quite some time, you swear they wink at you now.

You shouldn’t be this indecisive, you know. Make up your mind and go.

It would be just like her to say such things, wouldn’t it? Clove always had a quicker temper than you. She’d snap like a wire in the second, forever the first one to attack. You have a thousand memories of her charging at you, knife in hand, ready to take you down. No matter how many rounds you went, she always came up swinging. Always. Always, until the one time she didn’t.

“It’s not half that easy,” you complain aloud, “I am throwing away my entire life on a feeble hope that this might pay off. It’s not something I can decide in a moment.”

Then make it something you can decide in a moment. You have no time to waste. If you get caught trying to decide which side, that’ll be the most stupid way you could ever die.

“I’d see you, then. Wouldn’t it be worth it?”

Clove’s ghost scoffs in your mind. It’s been more than a year since you saw her last, but you can still replay the echo of her derisive laugh in the back of your mind. Boots scuffing on a wooden floor, a knife sharpened on a whetstone, you can hear her everywhere you go.

Don’t play the martyr, it was never your best trick. You already know what you’re doing, don’t you? Just make up your mind and go along with it for once. There’s nothing left for you here.

You let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a laugh. “Not you? My whole life is here. Everything we ever built was in Two. You think I can leave it just like that?”

I did.

It’s said simply.

I did, and look where it got me. I chose the wrong side.

“You chose the Capitol.”

It chose me.

That’s the truth, isn’t it? Clove was a product of the Capitol in every single way. She was molded into a Career from the moment she was born. All of you have been harboring some illusion of self control, but there is none in this world, not really. You do your best to survive on the path that has been given to you, and if the thought occurs to you that you will live and die without ever making progress, you make the sound of violence in your head so loud that everything else is drowned out.

“So what, you want to protect me? Keep me from following in your footsteps?”

I want you to win.

It’s said with the usual sort of savage sneer that Clove had always mastered so well. You bite back a laugh despite the circumstances.

“That’s generous of you. Tell me, does your superior advice go any deeper than for me to stay on the winning side?”

It’s all we’ve ever needed. What, do you suddenly need a moral compass to guide you? It’s not like either of us ever had such a thing as a conscience.

She’s not wrong. You and Clove were the deadliest pair to ever hit Two. The district swore that its children grew more and more bloodthirsty with every subsequent generation, and the two of you certainly proved that right. That changed when you lost her, though. You couldn’t keep up the spirit when it was just you.

“I didn’t need it when I had you.”

You still do.

Neither of you were much built for kindness. This rare scrap of it now makes you want to cry and scream at the same time. In the end, you decide to use it as motivation to stand up and straighten your spine.

“They’re waiting for me,” you whisper. It’s not a goodbye. You don’t think you could manage it anymore.

I’ll watch your back.

You swear you can hear her smile. The two of you always had each other’s sixes when training for a fight. Even now, when you’re running to reach the rebels before you get shot by the other Peacekeepers, she’ll keep up the familiar rhythm. It’s enough to convince you what the right choice will always be.

“I’m going to miss you. I already do.”

I’m still with you, obviously. You’ll find me soon enough. I’ll wait.

You take one last shuddering sigh and walk over to the wall where her picture hangs. You tear it down with trembling fingers. Once the light is off of the photo, her eyes no longer shine, and you realize that time has long since dulled all details of her usually sharp countenance.

“I’ll always love you,” you say, and leave. The house is empty when you go. 

Outside, the sky splits with alternating stars and plumes of smoke from errant bombs. The earth shakes with every other step. The silence is long gone now, but your window of time is not yet up. Your run becomes more sure with every growing second, and soon enough you’re slipping away from Two and into the unnameable wilderness. The fire in the sky above grows, engulfing your old world.  

If there are any ghosts watching your progress, they grin to see you finally make your stand. Tomorrow, Two will wake up and learn that the last of its believers has abandoned it. The war will come, its hope will fall. You will be there to see it crumble.

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[alavestineneas]

Forever

pairing: Clove Kentwell x fem!reader

summary: Maybe Clove wasn’t a terrible person. Maybe she was just seventeen. AU, in which Clove wins the Hunger Games.

warnings: typical hunger games violence

When Clove won, people around her were ecstatic - her parents, her mentors, District two and, of course, the Capitol. Sometimes she wonders if she should be too. As soon as President Snow placed a crown on her head, media all over the Panem wanted to know more, tearing her apart with cheap questions. Clove just wanted to rest - she gave them all that they wanted. What's more to say?

"Clove, what are you planning on doing next?" One of the never-ending reporters asks, and she struggles to answer. There was life outside the Games, Clove just was not sure how to spend it now. For a person who won in the arena, she was surprisingly doubtful.

_

"Are you crazy? Clove, what the fuck!?" The girl in front of her yelled.

Y/N, her main competitor in the Academy since they were ten. She was reaped this year before Clove volunteered and now stood in the room reserved for tributes.

"What, Y/L/N, are you jealous again? Oh, I am so sorry to get victor's crown this year. It seems like you lost to me. Again." Clove spatted. Why was she here? To wish her luck? Ridiculous. They weren't even friends.

"No, Clove, listen. It should have been me going into the arena. This is our last year." the tears stained the girl's face. Why was she crying? Was she that sorry not to get a chance to win?

"And give you all the glory? No, thanks. Now stop crying like a kid. It makes you even more pathetic."

Seeing her cry made Clove feel weird. It was weak, not worthy of a career. Not worthy of Y/N and her stupidly captivating eyes.

"May odds be in your favour, Kentwell. District two will be waiting for you."

Clove rolled her eyes. She did not need pity from anyone, but especially from her. ''They are never in yours, surprisingly.''

_

She sat near the fire in the arena. It was almost the fifth day here. Clove was covered in dirt, blood and sweat from head to toe. She wanted to go home.

Laughter filled the stillness of the night. It was a boy and girl from District one. Clove couldn't help but think how weird and unnatural their voices sounded. How could that be viewed as desirable by the nation? She knew the only person in Panem whose laugh wasn't annoying. Too bad it was never for Clove.

For anyone but her. Y/N was the golden one at the Academy. She was pretty and lively, making it almost impossible for the people around to hate her. Everyone was either her friend or wanted to be one. Clove was the opposite of that - most of the kids were afraid to even talk to her, except for a few.

"I am not afraid of you because I know who you are, Clove. Just a scared girl with a lot of insecurities trying to prove something. You can foul anyone but not me."

Clove hated how Y/N always seemed to be right. She was scared. She already killed five people and lost her partner to some kind of poisonous bird. And it was only the beginning.

Suddenly, she heard a scream. Clove jumped on her feet and grabbed the nearest knife. The time-out was over.

_

Almost half a year since her win. Victor's Village was relatively silent at this time. Mentors were either in Capitol or Academy, leaving Clove to herself. She had a house now - a pretty big one. It was awful to look at - she couldn't believe she thought it was worth it.

Clove still sees their faces in her nightmares - they don't tell you about that in Academy. How hard it is to continue living with blood on your hands, the blood of the children who didn't stand a chance against her knives. Some begged her not to kill them, some tried to fight back. It did not matter in the end. She was here, and they were dead. Haunting her for the rest of her life.

Enobaria said it doesn't get better. Clove believes her - now, her mentor has no reason to lie. She was mad at all of them; at her parents, who pushed their only child to almost certain death for a faint promise of glory; at mentors for inciting her to volunteer; at District two citizens who now saw her killing innocent children as one of the greatest things a person can do; at Capitolees who made her retell each day at the arena for their entertainment.

There was only one person who she couldn't bring herself to hate, although it was the most obvious choice. The one that should've been in the Games instead of her. Y/N. One more tricked child that Academy made her hate. She was the most sincere of them, Clove just realised. She was the only one that cried that day. She was the only one to care. Could she know? Clove wasn't sure.

She stood in front of a big wooden door painted dark blue. The weather was quite nice with the still warm sun hitting the tops of the buildings. Clove knocked twice, not sure if it was loud enough for the owners to hear. It was - the door opened with a slight creak, and a middle-aged woman appeared in the door frame.

''Can I help you?'' the woman asked, looking at her impatiently.

''Um, yes. I was looking for Y/N Y/L/N.'' Only now Clove realised how stupid it was to come here. What if it was not her house? What if she doesn't want to see her? What are they going to talk about? What if she got everything messed up?

The woman turned her head and called over her shoulder - ''Darling, the Kentwell girl is here to see you!'' - and turned to face Clove once more. ''Come in.''

''You know, I am sorry, I shouldn't have come, I will-'' Clove started, but the girl on the staircase already noticed her.

''Clove, what a surprise! Come in! The kettle is about to boil.''

There were no chances of retreating now. She was stuck.

_

Clove looked at the sweets in front of her as Y/N paced around the small kitchen. She hasn't changed a bit - maybe, her hair grew an inch longer. Y/N still looked strong and healthy, something Clove wished she could do. She was sure she looked horrible - Clove broke all mirrors in her own house.

It was then that she noticed a small creature on the windowsill. A pair of golden eyes looked at her almost in curiosity. The cat made its way down and rubbed against Clove's leg. ''You have a cat.'' she stated, stunned.

''Yes. Is it that surprising?" Y/N joked, placing two cups of hot tea on the table. ''You can touch it, you know. He bites, but I guessed you are used to it.''

''I'm good, thank you.'' Clove took shifted a little on the chair. The creature made her uncomfortable. She took a breath in before asking. ''When did you figure it out?'' That the Hunger Games were a dead end, she wanted to say. She couldn't. Not here.

Y/N signed, resting her chin on her hand. ''After Ms. Pitthorn's speech.''

Clove nodded. She remembered the day the mayor's wife made a speech on the Day of Reaping instead of him. Her hands and lower lip trembled like leaves under the Autumn wind when she read. Clove was fifteen, so she did not pay much attention. It turns out Y/N did. ''You were always the smart one.''

Y/N dramatically gasped. ''Is that a compliment I am sensing, Kentwell?''

Clove felt her ears grow red in embarrassment. ''I hate you.''

Silence filled the room. Y/N's smile dropped, and she tried to hide her frown in the cup, sipping now-cold tea. Clove didn't want to hurt her, yet it was all she ever did. It was a price for not allowing herself to believe the truth all those years, and maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't say this now, but she can't live with the aching feeling in her chest. She wants her to know.

''I did not mean it this way. Not now, not all those years. I'' - she takes a deep breath of warm air in, avoiding eyes drawn to her -''I think I have been in love with you since we were ten. It is so selfish and so childish it makes me laugh. At first, I was jealous, so I convinced myself I hated you. But that's the catch - I never really could, you know? To be honest, it was quite the opposite - you were the only thought that kept me going in the arena. I promised myself that if I ever was to make it out alive, I would talk to you. I did not want to die with you thinking someone could mean the words I once said.''

She finally mastered the courage to look at the young girl in front of her. Her unreadable eyes were filled with tears, the same tears Clove saw on the day of her Reaping. She hated to notice that she was the reason both times.

''I didn't know what to call it, the feeling I had for you, not until I saw you at that damn arena. I have loved no one else but you in my life.''

It was enough. Clove kissed her, their lips meeting for the first time, but it felt like they belonged together. Clove couldn't even imagine how many times she wondered what her lips felt like, and now she finally knew. They felt like home.

She pulled away, breathless. Y/N was in her arms with her forehead pressed against Clove's neck, still fresh tears staining checked shirt.

''Don't you dare leave me again.'', Y/N whispers, and Clove swears that she won't. For the first time since her victory, she thinks it was worth it. They deserved their forever.

#hunger games #clove kentwell #au #district two #wlw #imagine #clove kentwell x reader #clove kentwell x you #thg

[7s3ven]

jealous girl. cato hadley

( master list )

Cato Hadley x Female! District Two! Reader

This one shot is for a book I’m writing but enjoy this. Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/336569852?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=riddlesbleachdrinker&wp_originator=lNYFXKoKSwZS%2FwkVU%2FVInkUksEX5fvHuroL2fOpLQzYw324EJ7uS7vH9NrK7EKz%2FtWuSTO96oj3SPi%2F%2F4Z9sCfk8um5LCzNHP2dloSxR2TYkqun4bDC2EUvFGW59AGeP (JEEZ THATS A BIG LINK, WTF)

“Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl. If I can't have you, baby. If I can't have you, baby.” 

“Let the 74th Hunger Games commence. May the odds be ever in your favor.” 

The moment the countdown reached zero, Y/N jumped off her pedestal. She was racing towards the supplies before the other tributes even had time to process what was happening. 

The H/C-haired girl grabbed the first weapon she saw, which was a sword. Cato wouldn’t be happy about that. Y/N slashed at the other tributes, not caring who she hit as long as blood splattered across the fresh grass.

“You took my sword.” Cato muttered as he stabbed a young boy with a curved knife. Y/N only hummed and shrugged. 

“The District Twelve girl is getting away!” Glimmer shouted over the screams of terror coming from the tributes. 

“I got her!” Y/N replied, throwing the sword at Cato’s feet and picking up an axe as she sprinted after Katniss. “Well, if it isn’t the girl on fire.” Y/N sneered as she grabbed the raventte’s braid, pulling her back. “You escaped from Glimmer’s arrows but you can’t escape me.” Y/N choked Katniss with the handle of her axe, listening to the way she gagged. Katniss scratched at Y/N’s arms, picking off bits of flesh until she realized that would do no good. 

With a choked gasp, Katniss harshly head butted Y/N. The H/C-haired girl yelled out in pain as thick, red liquid dripped down her face. 

“My nose! You little shit! You hurt my face! You’ve ruined it!” Y/N punched Katniss, screaming over and over again. She was like a vicious beast sinking its teeth into its prey. 

Y/N slashed Katniss’ shoulder with her weapon, knocking her to the ground. The H/C-nette attempted to stab Katniss’ throat but she rolled to the side, getting a mouthful of dirt in return. Katniss kicked Y/N’s ankles, causing the latter to topple over. 

Suddenly, Katniss was on top of her with a dagger pressing into Y/N’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood. Cato was quick to react. He grabbed Katniss’ shirt, heaving the black-haired girl off Y/N.

Katniss quickly scrambled up, sprinting away. Cato was too focused on Y/N to care. 

“I thought you had it under control.” Cato grumbled as the pair walked back towards Glimmer and Marvel. The bloodbath was over, allowing the tributes to rest before the Careers picked them off one by one.

“I did until she tried to slit my damn throat.” Y/N lifted a hand to feel the small, slightly wincing. 

“How much supplies did we get?” Cato questioned. There was a large array of bags on the bloody grass, and one of them was bound to contain medical supplies. 

“We only got a few bags of food. Marvel and I can go find some more.” Glimmer offered. By ‘finding some more’ she meant stealing from other tributes. 

“We’ll guard the supplies then.” Cato uttered, “Don’t take too long.” The blond began to rummage through the bags, searching for anything he could use on Y/N’s injuries and her bloody nose.

“This isn’t needed, you know. My throat will be fine.” Y/N mumbled as Cato forced her to tilt her head back as he cleaned her wound. 

“Say that when it gets infected.” Cato fired back. Y/N lightly scoffed, the corners of her lips twitching into a small smile.

__

“Are you seeing this, Cladius?” Caesar grinned at his broadcasting partner. “It seems the District Two tributes have finally began showing affection to each other, starting with Cato saving Y/N.”

“Yes, yes. We all saw the lingering stares between the two during the tribute parade. However, we have two couples in the games now: Peeta and Katniss from District Twelve, and Cato and Y/N from District Two. How will that turn out?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

__  Y/N bit into a piece of bread, finally silencing her rumbling stomach. Cato was quick to snatch the food out of her hand, shoving it into her mouth. 

“Dude, seriously?” Y/N scowled, slapping his shoulder. Cato only laughed. “I was still eating that, you nitwit.” 

Night was beginning to fall, which only meant one thing for the Careers: hunting time. Peeta was with them too. Only so they could find Katniss, though.

“Fire alert.” Y/N muttered, pointing over at a dim light slightly concealed by the forest. Truly a stupid move. 

“Come on, let’s go.” Cato said.

With their backpacks fully stuffed and weapons in hand, the Careers went bounding into the forest in search of new targets. They followed the fire and found a girl warming her hands by it. She looked up, noticing the sadistic smirks on the Careers’ faces.

There was a loud scream and then a canon, signifying her death.

“Did you hear her shouting? Oh, please don’t kill me!” Glimmer loudly laughed as she imitated the girl’s plead. Cato chuckled, nudging her.

“Hey, that was a good impression.” He said, grinning from ear to ear.

Y/N, who was at the front of the pack, turned around. She saw Cato and Glimmer lagging behind, stuck in their own world. Y/N heaved a frustrated sigh.

She felt like her gut was being twisted. She clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the feeling. As Glimmer giggled again, Y/N’s grip on her axe tightened.

“Tribute, two o’clock!” Marvel announced, pointing at a boy who was sprinting through the greenery. He was making an awful lot of noise, which was the thing that led the Careers to him in the first place.

“I call dibs!” Y/N exclaimed, running after him. She threw her axe, hitting him square in the chest. It wasn’t long before another canon went off. Y/N ransacked his bag, grabbing everything she could and shoving them into her pockets and bag.

“Let’s set up camp.” Marvel uttered. It would do them no good if they were too tired to kill tomorrow. Cato, Marvel, and Glimmer lay on the ground while Y/N skilfully climbed up a tree. She liked climbing things. And turns out, it was a skill many Careers lacked.

Y/N swung her legs back and forth as she stared up at the artificial sky. She glanced down, staring as Glimmer cuddled into Cato’s side. He allowed her.

Y/N felt another strong pang in her chest as she absentmindedly played with a knife she found in her bag. She couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline and envy was keeping her awake.

“Are you ever going to come down?” Cato questioned. He slipped out of Glimmer’s arms and walked to stand underneath Y/N.

“I will.” She muttered, “Soon.” She wanted Cato to stay, but he simply shrugged.

“Alright. Don’t fall out of the tree.” He returned to his former sleeping spot, but kept his distance from Glimmer.

“Night, Y/N.” She heard him say.

“Night, Cato.”

__

It was another successful day for the Career pack. All of them, save for Peeta, were celebrating their latest kill. They walked out of the thick greenery, almost skipping with joy.

“Hey, look!” Y/N exclaimed, pointing at Katniss. She was wading in the shallow water of a river to relive the burn in her leg. As soon as she saw the Careers, her eyes widened and she bolted.

“Fish out of the pond!” Marvel yelled as they chased after her.

“She’s mine!” Glimmer playfully shouted.

Cato was at the front of the pack, Y/N not too far behind.

“Where you going, baby?!” Cato exclaimed, “There’s nowhere to run!”

Katniss resorted to climbing up a tall tree. She panted as she reached a high branch, looking down at the deadly pack.

“Get her, Cato!” Glimmer encouraged the blond as he began to scale up the trunk, jaw tightly clenched. However, he grabbed onto a frail stick and fell. He landed with a loud thud.

“Fine! I’ll shoot her!” But Glimmer overestimated her aim. She missed Katniss by a long shot. Cato angrily motioned for Glimmer to hand the bow and arrow over, trying for himself. He was just as bad.

“Maybe you should throw the sword.” Katniss sarcastically suggested.

“Or maybe you all should move aside and leave her to the one that can climb.” Y/N piped up, her arms folded over her chest.

The pack stepped aside, allowing Y/N to pass through. She held a dagger in between her teeth as she climbed the tree with surprising speed. Katniss scrambled away as Y/N stepped onto her branch.

“Hello again, girl on fire.”

Katniss pulled out a curved dagger, holding it in front of her. In such close range, her bow and arrows would be futile.

“You’re going to pay for ruining my face.” Y/N launched at Katniss, grabbing her by the shirt and throwing her back. Katniss hit the tree trunk and let out a strained wheeze. The Careers below cheered at Y/N stabbed the ravenette’s shoulder and kicked her burn so hard that Katniss screamed.

Katniss was skilled, but she was no match for Y/N, who was trained for this moment. Katniss heard a faint buzzing above her and she looked up to see some kind of wasp nest.

__

“Oooh, tracker jackers. If Katniss manages to knock it over, Y/N will be in a very dangerous position.” Claudius uttered to Caesar. The blue-haired man nodded in agreement.

“For those of you who don’t know,” Caesar said, “Tracker jackers are genetically engineered wasps. Their lethal stings can cause powerful hallucinations and, in some serious cases, death.”

__

Katniss clumsily jumped and sliced the nest off the tree. The tracker jackers emerged, buzzing around the two females. The Careers below were also affected.

Y/N fell out of the tree, screaming as she tried to swipe the wasps away. The pain was blinding her sense of sight as she scrambled to her feet.

“Y/N!” She faintly heard Cato yelling. Once Cato and Marvel realised neither of their District partners were behind them, the blond immediately ran back.

Glimmer and Y/N were both being attacked, trying desperately to run away from the wasps.

If Cato could save both of them, he would’ve. But time was running low and he had to choose. He chose Y/N without hesitation, leaving Glimmer behind to die.

“Shit! Y/N, come on. Wake up. Don’t leave me. Y/N!” Cato lay her on the ground and shook her shoulders, begging her to open her eyes.

“Cato?” She whispered, her cracked and bloody lips slightly parted.

“Yes. Yes. It’s me. It’s Cato.” He grabbed her face so Y/N could clearly see him.

“Why is Clove with you? She’s not meant to be here.” Y/N muttered, furrowing her eyebrows. “Clove, why are you here?”

“Y/N, Clove isn’t here.” Cato said, “But I am. Can you walk?” Y/N tried to stand up but she fell back down. Cato cushioned her fall.

“It hurts.” She whispered, lightly tugging his shirt.

“I know.” Cato gently uttered, stroking her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have let you go up there. I’m so sorry.” For a moment, Cato showed his vulnerability to the multiple cameras surrounding him. “You’re going to be okay, though. Just take it nice and slow.”

With Cato’s help, Y/N was able to stand up. She groaned, leaning against him.

“I’m going to kill her.” She muttered, referring to Katniss. She had gotten away from Y/N two times. It wouldn’t happen a third.

“You’ll get your chance. For now, relax.” Cato kissed the top of Y/N’s head, too distracted by her to notice the sponsor parachute. The small container hit him in the face and he clenched his jaw.

He opened the compartment, briefly reading the small note inside.

Nice romance, kids. Apply this to Y/N’s injuries. - E

Cato screwed open a round container, looking inside in confusion. “It’s, uh, melted oatmeal?”

“It’s ointment, you nitwit!” Y/N snapped, “For the stings!”

“Damn, the stings made her cranky. Here, let me help you.” Cato applied the ointment and Y/N sighed in relief as they finally stopped hurting.

“Thanks, Cato.” Y/N murmured, leaning against him.

“Any time, Y/N.”

#cato hadley #hunger games #clove kentwell #glimmer hunger games #marvel hunger games #hunger games x reader #x reader #reader insert #catching fire #mocking jay

[necromelli]

That's amazing! And I absolutely love Clove so win win!! Could you do a blub with Clove x reader using the non verbal prompt #40? It's sender (reader) traces one of receiver’s (Clove) scars / bruises . Thank you so much! And can I be N anon?

this is such a lovely request, n <33

tracing clove's bruises when you're finally reunited after she wins.

tw: implied/mention of thresh strangling clove

clove's arrival home was long waited — you had sat there for what felt like an eternity since the moment she volunteered. you sat and watched every moment of the games, the best your parents let you. but, now she was finally home, back in your arms. safe and sound.

"'m so proud," you murmured into clove's hair, pressing a kiss on top of her head. you could feel the way she melted at the praise, sighing against your shoulder. "you did so well. you were so brave. so strong."

you were just mindlessly caressing her arms, tracing the soft skin. the capitol had already erased the scars, clove's skin back to perfection like she had never been in the games. the only indication she had been was the weight loss, the tiredness, and the bruises that littered her skin. the capitol could get rid of a lot of things, but bruises were the one thing they couldn't.

your fingers trailed down to her neck, tracing the bruises there. big, yellow, ghostly handprints front the district eleven tribute. you frowned, tutted, and planted another kiss in clove's hair.

"careful," clove reminded you softly, and you realized the injury must still be tender. you muttered a small apology, your touch lightening to the point you barely touched her. her arms around your body tightened, pulling you closer. "you don't have to stop. just be careful."

#the hunger games #thg fanfiction #N anon #clove kentwell #clove kentwell x reader #clove kentwell x you #thg clove #thg clove kentwell

[aza-writes]

Revenge or Revolution

Chapter 1

• District 2 • Six Years Before the Revolution •

My calloused, tough fingers work fast as I braid the feathers around the fishing hook. I tell myself to make the wire tighter in my head before my mom says out loud a minute later.

"Tighter, Ivory! Or, do you not care about winning?" my breath gets caught in my throat. I hate when she uses that tone, it means she's disappointed. I hate disappointing her.

"Yes, mom. I'm sorry." I know better than to reply with anything else. I pull tighter before one wire slips from my finger, unraveling the whole thing.

"It's fine." Her tone shifts as she lets out a sigh. She's still disappointed,  but more subtle in showing it while accepting the fact that I still have areas to improve in. I feel worse now. "Just take a break. Go work on your flashcards."

"Yes, mom." I go into my room away from our "future Victor workstation." My mother came up with the idea when I was very little and I gave it to me as a birthday present for my fifth birthday. That was ten years ago. Ever since I've been training.

My mother has been very controlling with all my training and preparation aspects. She wasn't abusive in any way, she wasn't even mean. I felt love from both my mom and dad. They told me they loved me, but only when it was deserved or earned. It makes sense for love to be conditional, you wouldn't want to love an idiot loser who can't even give you something in return. There are many ways to earn love in my family, but most of them come with being the best at something like getting the best grade in the class or winning one of the many stupid contests they hold at school, and there are a lot. It's one of the many ways competitiveness and drive are instilled in kids in District 2. Not that I mind the competitions, they're mostly fun. They're also a way for me to win another medal or trophy for the case in our dining room. I fill with pride when my mom smiles and announces to our family, basically the whole neighborhood since she insisted the windows had to be open to "let in the fresh air," that she was the mom of a winner. 

And it wasn't that my mom was mad if we didn't win or if we came short in one of the many events or training exercises in a career district, she just added another thing on the list of things my sister, Clove, and I need to improve on. She doesn't do it because of reputation or anything, she was just concerned for my sister's and my future. Mostly mine since I'm older. And her efforts aren't in vain. Even at fifteen, I hold the title for the female with the highest ranking in the district, in all aspects. 

Bow and Arrow: Perfect Spear: Perfect Swords: Perfect Axe: Perfect Knife Handling: Beyond Perfection

Most people specialize in one or two things, but my mom insists I'm a "well-rounded tribute" because you never know what the arena will be like or what weapons will be available. It's also why she has us practice specialties of other districts. Climbing trees like Seven, fishing like Four, simple engineering like Three, and stuff like that. It's what allowed me to beat out all of the older students. If there was one thing they weren't good at, I could capitalize on it. 

It's also why my mom pushed on survival skills just as much as combat. "The poor districts may not be able to fight as well, but they are scrappy as hell. They know how to survive on nothing because they have nothing. So you have to outsmart them." Followed by this speech was an extensive lecture about every victor ever, how they won, and why they won. I've sat through that lecture so many times I'm able to pick up on the patterns of each district. One and Two are similar in how they are the strongest in combat, but Two is better with a variety of weapons instead of just one or two. Three was brains, Four always had something to do with water, and Seven was best with close combat. The rest are a scramble of dumb luck since there weren't many victors from those districts. A lot of them only have one or two victors of each gender that are still alive. 

Even now as I study my flashcards I'm learning about the other districts. My flashcards include plants from every district and every region of Panem where the games could potentially happen. I look at the many plants, roots, and barks and name what it is, their identifying features, and how they can be utilized. Eat, poison, medicine. And if it's poison or medicine I have to then state how it would help or hurt someone. I got these flashcards on my fifth birthday along with the "victor station."

I don't know why my mom makes me go through these flashcards, it's been months since I got one wrong. And I only got it wrong because it was one of the new ones added. 

I toss the deck to the side of the bed as I look at the clock on my desk. 4:45. Clove should be finishing up her training soon. If my training is enough to get me in the games, then Clove won't have to go through all of this. Mom will have her victor, she might let Clove stay good enough to earn respect amongst the District, but not high enough to have her be chosen to volunteer. As much as it is an honor to be chosen to volunteer and win the games, in the end, you're still killing people. 

I go through some of my other decks of flashcards for another fifteen-ish minutes. Identifying soil, matching the bite to the bug then the treatment, and other simple survival trivia that I can't learn firsthand in District Two.

Tap... Tap Tap... Tap Tap Tap... Tap Tap... Tap

Right on time. 

Clove's signature knock echoes from my door, indicating mom gave her approval for her to be done with training for the day. She knocks this way to politely ask if I'm in training or not. Instead of walking into my room and risking interrupting me. I don't know why she started it or even when, but it's been our tradition as long as I can remember. A smile grows on my face, excited I finally get to spend more than a few minutes with her. 

"Come in, Clove." My door opens, Clove peaks in with a small smile on her face. 

"Has Mom dismissed you yet?" Her voice is in almost a whisper, worried she's interrupting me. Even though she did her knock and I gave her verbal confirmation to come in, she still asks. 

I nod my head, even though Mom hasn't come into my room and officially declared it yet, but it's the time she usually would come in. "Yes ma'am, I'm all done." In a millisecond she comes in and hops on my bed next to me. 

Fragments of her uniform are still on, just not as prestige as it was at the beginning of the day. Her shoes, tie, and jacket are off, and her school dress pants have been replaced with softer trousers. The only thing that remains the same from the morning is her hair up and her collared frilly tank top that the younger grades wear, reminding me of her short time between the end of the school day and training. Since I'm older and it's a more formal part of my day, I have designated time to train, but for her, she goes directly from school to a private trainer. Most kids don't start practicing until they turn ten, sometimes they wait until they're twelve. Like me, Clove started her training when she turned five and started weapon and then combat training two years ago when she turned eight. Our training has been almost identical, starting with practice weapons and survival skills starting at five, then combat training beginning when we turned eight. Although we were trained in all weapons, there was an emphasis on knife handling. It was a long and short-distance weapon that provided an extra level of protection. 

Clove sits right next to me on my bed, our shoulders touching. "How was your day?" Her voice is soft. Well, as soft as hers can be. She isn't annoyingly loud, but she isn't weak by any standards. She is confident in herself and her abilities. She's the smallest girl in her grade but she scores higher than them in every aspect. I hope this doesn't mean anything though, that my training is enough for me to gain the win for our family and she can slow down her training. Maybe she can even enjoy her childhood without thinking of how every second she isn't training, she is failing our parents. 

"My day was good. School is school. Training is training." She leans her head on my shoulder and I rest my head on hers. I'm not a fan of any kind of physical touch, but I like Clove's. Her's was comforting. "How was yours?"

Her hands reach for mine. "It was good. I got the highest grade on my history test." 

"Atta girl." 

She smiles softly, relishing in the praise. "Thanks." She sits up and looks at me. I can't make out her expression. It's worrying but also very matter-of-fact. "Mom was mumbling to herself at the victors station. What happened?"

I meet her gaze, a small smirk appears on my face. "I can't make a fishhook." I giggle a bit, trying to make her not nervous. Anytime I'm not doing something perfect, Clove worries. I get it. I have high expectations this year. Not just my family, but the whole district. If I won these games I would get the title of "Youngest Female Victor" ever, giving another "only," "ever," or "first" victor to add to their collection. It's still hard for my district to talk about the 65th Games. Saying it's not fair that the youngest victor is from District 4. They might be able to tolerate District 1, but 4 is unacceptable. Me winning might start a chain reaction of children training at the age of five, producing younger and younger victors. 

Clove's eyes search mine, trying to see if I'm worried or not and if she should be worried too. "But you'll get it, right?" She sounds like mom. So much like mom. 

"I'll get it. Besides, it's not something I 'need' to know."

"Don't say that. You need to know everything so you get in. So you win." Her voice is earnest, stressed. As many people come home to District 2, there are even more that don't.

"Trust me, I'll be okay. And if I need to fish I'll use a spear or something." I snuggle into her, trying to calm her nerves but she is as stiff as a board. Even my reassuring words aren't fixing her anxiety, but I know what will. "Clove?" a mischievous smile grows on my face, " Do you want to grab the nail polish?" 

Her eyes immediately light up and she runs into her room. I hate the feeling of nail polish, but Clove is still at the age where she likes to do girly things. Mom might also like it, an added bit of "flair" for the cameras when I get reaped. Making my stylist appreciate me more thinking "she'll be so easy to work with." 

My life has been planned around these stylist, stylists I don't even know. My mom crafted my appearance around them. She had me grow my hair out so if they want to cut it they can. I keep my skin as clean as possible so it will be easier for them to do makeup. My whole life revolves around the games. 

Clove comes back holding a large, dark red box. "Can I do yours first?" Her smile is wide, we finally have sister time that doesn't revolve around training. Time to relax. 

••••••

Series Masterlist

#finnick odair smut #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #hunger games finnick #finnick imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair x oc #finnick x oc #clove kentwell x reader #clove kentwell

[twobraincellkentwell]

WAIT I’VE JUST REALISED THAT I NEVER POSTED THESE PHOTOS ON HERE!!

I present you… Alexander Ludwig with myself (dressed as Clove). Doing my service to the clato fandom one photo op as a time!! And with my best friend (our Katniss - yes she’d got roasted, no she didn’t mind)

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[ilovepadme]

REQUESTS OPEN

(Hunger Games)

I’m currently focused on Katniss, but I’d be open to writing for other characters too!

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #finnick odair #thg finnick #peeta x reader #thg #haymitch abernathy #thg haymitch #johanna mason #prim everdeen #thg katniss #clove thg #cato thg #fanfic #reqs open #request