Seeing is deceiving, Dreaming is believing.

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Cato’s mind was buzzing as he was intoxicated from the touch of her. Brutal bloody Cato was easily entranced by her smell of champagne and blood, the two mixing lovely in a howling aroma that made him want more. 
     More of her abrupt fingernails scratching into his back. More of her gaunt knees, pressing into his side as they rolled along the training floor, fighting for dominance that they both craved. More of her emerald green eyes, that brightened when she went in for the kill. 

     This time was no exception for him. With Clove’s pink lips attacking his neck, Cato knew that when it came to her, he would always desire more.

Cato’s mind was buzzing as he was intoxicated from the touch of her. Brutal bloody Cato was easily entranced by her smell of champagne and blood, the two mixing lovely in a howling aroma that made him want more.

More of her abrupt fingernails scratching into his back. More of her gaunt knees, pressing into his side as they rolled along the training floor, fighting for dominance that they both craved. More of her emerald green eyes, that brightened when she went in for the kill.

This time was no exception for him. With Clove’s pink lips attacking his neck, Cato knew that when it came to her, he would always desire more.

Anonymous asked: what's your pen name on fanfiction?

I’ve created one but haven’t posted yet. I’ll tell you all my pen name when I post. Xx

I’m so sorry! I feel like I’ve been teasing you guys about the fanfic. I’ve been having trouble starting the story, or perhaps should I just do a series of one shots?

Cato’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he took in his gorgeous bride. Once the two were announced as Mr and Mrs. Hadley, and it was time for their first dance, he stepped over to Clove, placing out his hand. “May I have this dance?” Cato whispered. 

    Clove’s cheeks turned slightly pink as she took his hand. Cato placed her hands around his neck before placing his hands tightly around her waist. 

     The two swayed back in forth in silence before Cato leaned in and whispered in Clove’s ear. “Babe, you feel how close I’m holding you now? I’m going to hold you like this forever. No matter if we’re out in public, being intimate, or just cuddling in bed. I’ve finally got you babe, and there’s no way I’m going to let you go.” With that, Cato placed his lips softly to his wife’s, sealing his promise forever.

Cato’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he took in his gorgeous bride. Once the two were announced as Mr and Mrs. Hadley, and it was time for their first dance, he stepped over to Clove, placing out his hand. “May I have this dance?” Cato whispered.

Clove’s cheeks turned slightly pink as she took his hand. Cato placed her hands around his neck before placing his hands tightly around her waist.

The two swayed back in forth in silence before Cato leaned in and whispered in Clove’s ear. “Babe, you feel how close I’m holding you now? I’m going to hold you like this forever. No matter if we’re out in public, being intimate, or just cuddling in bed. I’ve finally got you babe, and there’s no way I’m going to let you go.” With that, Cato placed his lips softly to his wife’s, sealing his promise forever.

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Okay! It will be up later. xx

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Annie enters Finnick’s new apartment, glad he left the door unlocked for her. She placed her house warming gift onto a coffee table, finally looking at him. 
     She smiled as she made her way to her boyfriend, who was leaning against the counter flashing his signature smirk, his eyes trailing over her delicate body. “Hey Babe.” 

     Annie smiled and embraced Finnick, her hands looping around his neck. “Hey Finn, your apartment looks great!” 

     Finnick chuckled and placed his lips to her earlobe, whispering huskily. “About that…” Annie raised an eyebrow as she felt Finnick grab her hand, handing her a pair of keys. 

     “What…” Annie began, dumbfounded at Finnick’s now shy smile. 

     Finnick locked his eyes with hers as he pecked her lips quickly. “How would you feel about moving in with me?”

Annie enters Finnick’s new apartment, glad he left the door unlocked for her. She placed her house warming gift onto a coffee table, finally looking at him.

She smiled as she made her way to her boyfriend, who was leaning against the counter flashing his signature smirk, his eyes trailing over her delicate body. “Hey Babe.”

Annie smiled and embraced Finnick, her hands looping around his neck. “Hey Finn, your apartment looks great!”

Finnick chuckled and placed his lips to her earlobe, whispering huskily. “About that…” Annie raised an eyebrow as she felt Finnick grab her hand, handing her a pair of keys.

“What…” Annie began, dumbfounded at Finnick’s now shy smile.

Finnick locked his eyes with hers as he pecked her lips quickly. “How would you feel about moving in with me?”

Clove shivered as her boyfriend hoisted her onto his waist, his fingers skimming across the bones on her back. Clove closed her eyes as she tilted her head backward, biting her lip as Cato pressed open mouthed kisses on her neck. Clove knew that it was moments like this where she could allow herself to be vunerable. As she moved her arms to slouch around his neck, she kissed his lips tenderly. At that moment, she realized Cato was allowing himself to be vulnerable too.

Clove shivered as her boyfriend hoisted her onto his waist, his fingers skimming across the bones on her back. Clove closed her eyes as she tilted her head backward, biting her lip as Cato pressed open mouthed kisses on her neck. Clove knew that it was moments like this where she could allow herself to be vunerable. As she moved her arms to slouch around his neck, she kissed his lips tenderly. At that moment, she realized Cato was allowing himself to be vulnerable too.

Everyone wanted a love story like theirs. They were young, childish, and naive when they meant but it soon developed into much more than a case of puppy love. 
     Some call love a disease, the dangerous emotion cascading along the body until the victim is fully covered. Finnick knows this now, as he makes himself desired by another capital lady, his mind wonders to the red haired girl back home, his thoughts etched out into a chain, one wire seeming to be loser than the others as it sent them all in a downwards spiral. 

     Annie wears the same dress Mags did on the night of their wedding. The pure white gown fit perfectly on someone who looked innocent, but Finnick knew better than anyone else that she was just as broken as he. The night was spent in each other’s arms, and Finnick felt the disease catching up with him, the love bug shooting through his veins with her presence. 
     Finnick died saving someone’s else’s love. A disease it was clear Peeta had also developed too. Ironic, he thought as he pushed Peeta out the door, saving the pair of lovers as a mutt enveloped his body. Finnick thought it was the disease’s fault, as his last thoughts were of Annie. 

     It turned out that Annie had the disease as well, but the disease along with grief proves to be a deeper kind of sickness. She had named her little boy Finnick, unable to cope as she wore her dead lovers clothes around, seeming more dead than alive, which suited her seeing as a part of her died with him. 

     Isn’t everyone itching closer to death? It must be because love kills all.

Everyone wanted a love story like theirs. They were young, childish, and naive when they meant but it soon developed into much more than a case of puppy love.

Some call love a disease, the dangerous emotion cascading along the body until the victim is fully covered. Finnick knows this now, as he makes himself desired by another capital lady, his mind wonders to the red haired girl back home, his thoughts etched out into a chain, one wire seeming to be loser than the others as it sent them all in a downwards spiral.

Annie wears the same dress Mags did on the night of their wedding. The pure white gown fit perfectly on someone who looked innocent, but Finnick knew better than anyone else that she was just as broken as he. The night was spent in each other’s arms, and Finnick felt the disease catching up with him, the love bug shooting through his veins with her presence.

Finnick died saving someone’s else’s love. A disease it was clear Peeta had also developed too. Ironic, he thought as he pushed Peeta out the door, saving the pair of lovers as a mutt enveloped his body. Finnick thought it was the disease’s fault, as his last thoughts were of Annie.

It turned out that Annie had the disease as well, but the disease along with grief proves to be a deeper kind of sickness. She had named her little boy Finnick, unable to cope as she wore her dead lovers clothes around, seeming more dead than alive, which suited her seeing as a part of her died with him.

Isn’t everyone itching closer to death? It must be because love kills all.

Hey all! Just wanted to ask a question. Who would read a Fanfiction about Clato or possibly Annie and Finnick if I post it on Fanfiction.net.
(Also message me if you want it to have smut!)