As he dies Cato remembers his first kiss with Clove.

"way to state the obvious." - they were battling long and hard. catoclove. written for the september 'choose a song' challenge at the fire is catching forum. au.

Clove is not someone who gets jealous, so she's not quite sure what she's dealing with when her stomach churns at the sight of Cato and Glimmer together. Cato/Clove, Marvel/Glimmer; slight Cato/Glimmer

Cato doesn't believe in heaven or god, but he wants to believe that Clove will find some place happy. Cato x Clove

He just needs to hear it, some clarification that she still cares, that they can still exist as Cato and Clove, together. He wants her to admit that she's afraid of losing him, that he's more important than coming back a victor. Cato/Clove

Clove has never really known affection, so she feels like she's drowning when Cato holds her. Cato x Clove

Before he can stop himself, he begins to beg for Clove. Maybe he does have a heart, in the end. It doesn't matter. Those moments of being human do nothing to make up for seventeen years of heartlessness. - —Cato/Clove

"I love you." Before the words can even register in her head, Clove slaps him. Cato x Clove

Clove had never been fragile. Cato/Clove

For years Clove has known Cato, all his strengths and weaknesses, what few weaknesses there are. But now, the evening before they step into the arena, she is having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that only one of them will be coming out.

Cato and Clove are both certain they will be forced to kill the other to win the Hunger Games. But they've recently decided that they don't WANT to. If only there could be two victors...

The Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games are drawing to a close and Cato and Clove have been invited to a feast. Now that they're both eligible to win, what could possibly stand in their way?

Clove is six years old and a very special little girl, full of potential. She and an eight-year-old Cato, however, do not get along. They've both been chosen to test a new breakthrough in Games training but their rivalry might just get someone hurt.

They always knew it would be down to the two of them, Cato and Clove, a District Two win. Until it wasn't. Insignificant tributes die, a rule is revoked, and a number of berries disappear with no explanation. A romanticish Clato story as requested.

The 74th games are over, and two victors have been crowned. But one of the two isn't happy with that situation.

Even if you could talk to Cato what would you say? Maybe it's a good thing you can no longer speak. For once in your life you don't know what to say.

He couldn't leave me. I was perfect and pretty and you just didn't leave perfect pretty people there to die such an un-perfect, un-pretty death. One-sided Glimmer/Cato, Cato/Clove. One-shot. Explaining things in the Hunger Games MOVIE.

Because none of this can happen because for some screwed up reason he suddenly cares about her, and he disgusts himself because caring about her means he's not as indestructible as he'd been believing all along. One-shot.

Cato and Clove; our famous Careers from District 2. They are ruthless, confident, and so don't get along. But this time around, they're sort of in love. And that might just change the outcome of the 74th Hunger Games.

Huh. So your life really does flash before your eyes. I just wish mine wasn't such a disappointment. Clove's last minutes. One shot.

But she wasn't, because she was on the the ground and she couldn't be because he had promised and he didn't break his promises. One shot, my take on Clove's death scene from the MOVIE.

They were not a fairy tale, and they did not get a Happily Ever After. He was not the handsome prince, and she was not the damsel. One shot.

That fateful scene at the Cornucopia, where Cato expresses a surprising amount of concern for a dying Clove. Just a quick expansion moment.

Find out how Cato feels after the Tracker Jacker attack. Tie-in to my story, "Partners in Crime". Cato's POV of Ache Chapter 3 .

I hate blondes. All of them must die. Especially giggly, ditzy blondes who like to run their hands over their equally dim-witted fair-haired hormone-fueled counterparts. Clove's POV of the Tracker Jacker incident in the movie. One shot.