In the hunger games they change the rule to say that both tributes can win if they are from the same district. Katniss thinks that its because of her and Peeta’s love story which true… BUT I don’t think they were the only reason why.
I think the people of the capitol also saw the love between Cato and Clove. The glances between the rough layers. I think they wanted a pair of lovers to win. Imagine the story between them which lover pair will survive. The anguish if they lose a partner. Best of all for the Capitol if Cato and Clove win a selling story for future Careers.
I've been reading The ballad of Songs and Snakes (haven't finished it yet, but amazing book), re-watching the bunger games movies and reading fanfics. The thing is I became really obsessed with the Hayffie ship (Haymitch and Effie), but now I'm becoming obsessed with the Clato ship (Clove and Cato).
Do any of you know good and long fanfics of one or both of this ships!?
it was determined, long before they ever even met each other, that they would become both partners and enemies. cato and clove, each single-minded and driven mad with the desire to win, spent much of their time together before the games imagining the other's screams, looking forward to the honor of fighting side by side and then fighting amongst themselves for the honor of being labelled victor. however, this year's games don't follow their best laid plans. with these unpredictable changes, they'll have to adapt, and find that this world of beauty and slaughter dressed in glamor and championship is not so glorious as it seems.
cato and clove's path to becoming young gods, and, in a surprising twist of events, falling in love. (AU: 74th games, clato win, guaranteed happy ending. title and fic inspired by halsey's "young god.")
what is this? why do i see so little clato fanart out there? not just now, obviously this fandom is a little older now, but in general...GIVE ME THE ART!!!
“What will happen when we go to the Games?” I asked, searching for a problem outside of myself. “We’ll have to kill each other.”
“That’s the best part. I want to die only by your hands” Cato’s voice turned into a whisper, almost inaudible. “And I want to be the one to kill you.”
It wasn’t until I scratched death, until I had it under my nails, that I fully understood that. How could a kid so innocent know so much about something as violent as love?
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Clove won the 68th Hunger Games. Since then, she has fallen in love with the luxuries of the Capitol and her new status. When his long-time friend Cato became a victor too, she was eager to share everything with him, maybe in exchange of a kiss or two. That was going to be her dreamt life if it weren’t for a little problem: Cato’s girlfriend.
It is, indeed, just a little problem, for behind feasts and parties hides a bigger enemy; one that has already closed its claws around her.
Words: 6574. Chapters: 1/?. Language: English.
Fandom: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, clove cant tell violence and love apart, Past Clove/Glimmer (Hunger Games), Second Chances, check notes for more warnings, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, cannibalism as a metaphor for sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Calling all Clato stans PLEASE help me find this old Wattpad fic 🙏🙏 (TW abuse)
It was written between 2014-2016 (sorry) and published on Wattpad. It was a 3rd person Clove pov where Clato trained together under a mentor(/father figure?) since childhood. They’re enemies for a while. The mentor is abusive to Clove and Cato basically figures it out and starts to help take care of her and they fall in love.
I stopped reading before they got to the games but I’m so desperate to know if it was ever finished/reread it. If anyone has any clues plz lmk 💕🙏
okay i luv @clatoera ‘s characterization of clove’s mom but now it has me imagining what if clove’s mom was a previous victor who now works at the academy 🙏 just imagine bitchy teacher’s kid clove
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.
you could try and take us, but we're the gladiators by catoscloves (enobarias on ao3)
thg | clato (cato x clove) | series
strangers, enemies, friends, allies. maybe even more, or nothing at all. so much exists between the tributes of district two, and for as much as they will deny it, they know it goes beyond a partnership based on mutual benefit and killing their competitors. (oneshots designed to explore the relationship between cato and clove. set in canon 74th hunger games, with mild alterations.)