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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!)

"You’re beautiful, you know?" Cato whispered as she woke up, the sun shining bright into the room. His voice made her squirm, and he knew it too. Cato used his voice as a weapon, and it was the best weapon in the store. He could make Clove melt from a word or too, and his eyes were an evenly matched weapon as his voice, the way he looked at her made her feel alive. 
     Clove tilted her head to look into his eyes, biting her lip. She grabbed his hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Silly me, I think I just heard Cato Hadley tell me I was beautiful?” 

     Cato smiled slightly and leaned in, parting his lips to kiss her neck tenderly. He smirked as he breathed across her skin. “Correct.”

"You’re beautiful, you know?" Cato whispered as she woke up, the sun shining bright into the room. His voice made her squirm, and he knew it too. Cato used his voice as a weapon, and it was the best weapon in the store. He could make Clove melt from a word or too, and his eyes were an evenly matched weapon as his voice, the way he looked at her made her feel alive.

Clove tilted her head to look into his eyes, biting her lip. She grabbed his hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Silly me, I think I just heard Cato Hadley tell me I was beautiful?”

Cato smiled slightly and leaned in, parting his lips to kiss her neck tenderly. He smirked as he breathed across her skin. “Correct.”

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Finnick woke up before Annie, his mind buzzing slightly, both from the wine from last night and the fact that it kept replaying what happened the night before over and over. Finnick smirked slightly, looking down at Annie, his hand touching under her chin. 

     Annie fidgeted in her sleep, her mind too buzzing. “Mhm.” She sighed contently from the pressure of his arm around her petite waist, as if it would keep her safe from the world. 

     “Morning Beautiful.” Finnick’s voice was raspy in her ear, making her turn to face him, her eyes shining as she saw that playfully smirk growing on his face. “Last night was amazing…” He began, his fingers moving down skillfully to caress her waist. “Want to do it again?”

stainedbyblood:

Finnick woke up before Annie, his mind buzzing slightly, both from the wine from last night and the fact that it kept replaying what happened the night before over and over. Finnick smirked slightly, looking down at Annie, his hand touching under her chin.

Annie fidgeted in her sleep, her mind too buzzing. “Mhm.” She sighed contently from the pressure of his arm around her petite waist, as if it would keep her safe from the world.

“Morning Beautiful.” Finnick’s voice was raspy in her ear, making her turn to face him, her eyes shining as she saw that playfully smirk growing on his face. “Last night was amazing…” He began, his fingers moving down skillfully to caress her waist. “Want to do it again?”

stainedbyblood:

Haymitch adjusted his position among the tree, staying guard at night was no fun. He wondered how he got himself into this mess. Double the tributes, less of a chance to win. Double the careers, and double the deaths. 

     He often found himself staring down at the girl next to him, easily distracted by her beauty. He knew he was in deep, yet he kept her along. Maysilee Donner, the mayors sister. Haymitch knew that her life was worth more than his own. So he decided that he would be the one to save her if the timing comes, and die for her if they were the last tributes. 

     Haymitch snuck his hand under the blanket and grabbed a hold of his, his senses falling as he could hear her heart beat, and he vowed that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon. 

      So as he watched the 74th Annual Hunger Games in the mentors room, he promised Peeta that he could get them both out alive. Because he was once too, a star crossed lover.

stainedbyblood:

Haymitch adjusted his position among the tree, staying guard at night was no fun. He wondered how he got himself into this mess. Double the tributes, less of a chance to win. Double the careers, and double the deaths.

He often found himself staring down at the girl next to him, easily distracted by her beauty. He knew he was in deep, yet he kept her along. Maysilee Donner, the mayors sister. Haymitch knew that her life was worth more than his own. So he decided that he would be the one to save her if the timing comes, and die for her if they were the last tributes.

Haymitch snuck his hand under the blanket and grabbed a hold of his, his senses falling as he could hear her heart beat, and he vowed that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

So as he watched the 74th Annual Hunger Games in the mentors room, he promised Peeta that he could get them both out alive. Because he was once too, a star crossed lover.

stainedbyblood:

I chose to believe that everyone is a coward. People hide for, fear, and yet some of these creatures can not seem to figure out that there is nothing to fear more than fear itself. What a terrible thing really. Coward, we all are one in some extent. Though I suppose in Panem, you  can’t afford to be a coward. 

    That’s why Cato gave training his all. He eased his mind by pretending he could care less when perhaps he was the biggest coward of them all. He turned his mind to his work, slaying dummies and growling at anyone who came in his way. Maybe he fooled himself when he started opening up to her. 

    Clove was known as the girl with the knives. After all, she never misses. But why is that, perhaps it’s because she, just like Cato, was known at as the best of the best solely because it eased her mind. 

     Apart, they were indestructible. But together, they were weak.  

    So when 3 am rolled around and it was their breath against each other’s necks, their hands entwined, and their lips forming a path among the others body, it was certain that they were domed. Love makes you weak. And fear makes you a coward. So maybe, his fear of losing her was just proof that he was a coward. Same goes for her. 

    “Promise you won’t volunteer?” Clove’s voice broke the dark room at one of the money nights they spent together.  

    “Promise. Promise me you won’t volunteer?” Cato vowed and questioned softly.  

   Clove nodded and kissed his lips, showing him her answer. 

    But on reaping day, when Clove’s name was pulled, Cato broke the promise and volunteered.  Maybe it was the fear of losing her that made him do it. But as he marched up those steps, his future was clear. He would save her. And that made him the biggest coward of them all.

stainedbyblood:

I chose to believe that everyone is a coward. People hide for, fear, and yet some of these creatures can not seem to figure out that there is nothing to fear more than fear itself. What a terrible thing really. Coward, we all are one in some extent. Though I suppose in Panem, you can’t afford to be a coward.

That’s why Cato gave training his all. He eased his mind by pretending he could care less when perhaps he was the biggest coward of them all. He turned his mind to his work, slaying dummies and growling at anyone who came in his way. Maybe he fooled himself when he started opening up to her.

Clove was known as the girl with the knives. After all, she never misses. But why is that, perhaps it’s because she, just like Cato, was known at as the best of the best solely because it eased her mind.

Apart, they were indestructible. But together, they were weak.

So when 3 am rolled around and it was their breath against each other’s necks, their hands entwined, and their lips forming a path among the others body, it was certain that they were domed. Love makes you weak. And fear makes you a coward. So maybe, his fear of losing her was just proof that he was a coward. Same goes for her.

“Promise you won’t volunteer?” Clove’s voice broke the dark room at one of the money nights they spent together.

“Promise. Promise me you won’t volunteer?” Cato vowed and questioned softly.

Clove nodded and kissed his lips, showing him her answer.

But on reaping day, when Clove’s name was pulled, Cato broke the promise and volunteered. Maybe it was the fear of losing her that made him do it. But as he marched up those steps, his future was clear. He would save her. And that made him the biggest coward of them all.

Anonymous asked: I am so sorry for what happened please write again soon <3

I will! I’ve been having trouble with inspiration these days.

Anonymous asked: Just wanted to let you know that it won't let anyone ask anything on your new blog. I tried to send a request, but the option is not there.

Thanks for letting me know, hon. I’ll try to fix it as soon as I can. :) ❤️

Hoots and hollers filled the air as the old new year came to a close, the clock ticking. 

     Cato looked over at Clove from their seats on the grass, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer. 

     Clove smiled and rested her head on his chest, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing instead of the partying around them. 

     The two waiting for the fireworks that would signal a new year, along with a kiss that would seal the deal. 

     A couple minutes before the fireworks went off, Cato whispered in Clove&#8217;s ear. &#8220;I loved you this year. I know that I&#8217;ll love you even more next year and the year after that, and so on and so forth. We&#8217;ll keep growing together, getting old&#8230; What I&#8217;m trying to say, Clove, is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you..&#8221; 

     Just as Cato was about to pull out a ring, starting to move onto his knee, the fireworks went off. Cato put the ring back in his pocket and kissed Clove tenderly, pulling back just enough to show her the ring. 

    Clove gasped quietly and bit her lip, holding back tears. She was certain, that this was the best year yet, and it had only just begun.

Hoots and hollers filled the air as the old new year came to a close, the clock ticking.

Cato looked over at Clove from their seats on the grass, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer.

Clove smiled and rested her head on his chest, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing instead of the partying around them.

The two waiting for the fireworks that would signal a new year, along with a kiss that would seal the deal.

A couple minutes before the fireworks went off, Cato whispered in Clove’s ear. “I loved you this year. I know that I’ll love you even more next year and the year after that, and so on and so forth. We’ll keep growing together, getting old… What I’m trying to say, Clove, is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you..”

Just as Cato was about to pull out a ring, starting to move onto his knee, the fireworks went off. Cato put the ring back in his pocket and kissed Clove tenderly, pulling back just enough to show her the ring.

Clove gasped quietly and bit her lip, holding back tears. She was certain, that this was the best year yet, and it had only just begun.

Anonymous asked: Clato at a NYE party with fireworks!!! and happy new year :)

Okay!

Happy New Year Bae. ❤️