kill yourself to never ever stop, cato/clove, pg-13, part 1/3
He barely knows her when he walks up to join her on the makeshift stage. She’s that girl with the knives, but she’s not his friend - you don’t befriend other careers, the kids you’re waiting to get the chance to kill.
She is straight-backed and wound-up taut, and when she looks at him she parts her lips, the barest slip, a hint: teeth. They gleam quick and bright like her knives and he imagines them piercing through his skin.
Knives, he thinks, already planning how he will have to be careful with this one, rely on his strength over her agility. He’s evaluating how he will kill her before they’ve even left their district, but she’s got the corner of her lip tucked into her mouth and a single wrinkle marring her forehead and he knows in the instant their eyes meet that she’s thinking the exact same thing
( ... )
kill yourself to never ever stop, cato/clove, pg-13, part 2/3
“If not me, who’d you rather?” she whispers. There are cameras everywhere, but the dark of night makes them feel more hidden. Private.
“What?”
“If you had to die here,” she says slowly. “Who else would you want to kill you but me?”
He thinks she might be grinning. It sounds like it.
“I’ll do it quick,” she teases, voice feather-light. Maybe too light. Maybe they won’t be able to hear this after all. “I could do it right now.” She’s always got her fingers on her knife. It’s true enough, only a matter of if he’d let her. (No. Never. He’s going to kill her; she’s not twisting that around on him.)
“Shut it, Clove,” he spits out, and his voice sounds amplified, a thousand times louder than her whispers.
“I promise I’ll kill you,” she says quietly, a second later, because clearly the girl doesn’t know how to drop anything. She’s like a dog with a bone. Wolf, he thinks, all teeth.
kill yourself to never ever stop, cato/clove, pg-13, part 3/3
The dreams all blur together, endless blood and silver flashing knives and grins with teeth. At one point, in one dream, one night, he is fucking her.
She is naked and impossibly warm beneath him, burning to the touch - her mouth sears and where her fingers dig into his skin they cut through like her knives.
He groans, and he wants-he wants never wake up, only this, slowly tearing each other apart because it’s the only thing either of them know how to do, the only thing they could ever be. They won’t make it out of this arena. He will kill her. He doesn’t think these dreams will go away when he does
( ... )
oh my god. oh my god oh my god oh my god. i don't know what took me so long but this is all sorts of fantastic. it totally plays into this idea in my head that Cato is secretly deeply head over heels in love with Clove and Clove is just such a badass and tiny and vicious and awesome.
You are wonderful. Would you like me to quote some lines back to you? because I'm doing it anyways.
He thinks she might be grinning. It sounds like it.
“I promise I’ll kill you,” she says quietly, a second later, because clearly the girl doesn’t know how to drop anything.
Or today could be the day I kill you, he thinks, but there is a stronger voice in his head, roaring, not yet, not yet, and he concedes to it.
they have always been dead, dead since they were born, and for the first time in his life he feels desperately young and afraid.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I'm friending you immediately. I'd love the add back!
oh god no, that wasn't long at all - i'm sorry i took so long to get back to you because ahhhhhh, thank you!! I am so glad that you liked, I've never written anything for THG before so this was a bit of an experiment as it turns out. but eeee, wow, thank you so much, happy you liked those parts especially ;) and thanks for the friend, I will certainly add you back now, sorry about taking so long!
there are so so many cato/clove stories around here but this is the bestbestbestbest !! i'd litter this with hearts if i cound, god, i'd even kiss this if i could.
to leave cato's last thoughts unfinished is like the most perrrrfect thing you could have done. godgodgod, you really killed me with this - sooo amaziiing !!
wow, wow, I honestly don't even know what to say to that, holy smokes, you are much too flattering but thank you so much! and I'm sososo glad you liked the ending, phew! just, yeah, wow, thank you :3
I love this. The whole thing, but this part especially really got me:
When she flashes across the sky, he thinks they could have chosen a better picture, because she is solemn in this one, no sign of teeth, and the world should remember her with sharp teeth and quick knives, not this plain girl in the sky. She looks young there, like she could have been a child, and that is wrong too. He turns his head away before the image disappears.
Sorry for such a delayed response but ahhh, thank you! So glad to hear that you enjoyed - and that you liked that part especially! I kinda did too, aha, so that is very great :3 Thank you!
He barely knows her when he walks up to join her on the makeshift stage. She’s that girl with the knives, but she’s not his friend - you don’t befriend other careers, the kids you’re waiting to get the chance to kill.
She is straight-backed and wound-up taut, and when she looks at him she parts her lips, the barest slip, a hint: teeth. They gleam quick and bright like her knives and he imagines them piercing through his skin.
Knives, he thinks, already planning how he will have to be careful with this one, rely on his strength over her agility. He’s evaluating how he will kill her before they’ve even left their district, but she’s got the corner of her lip tucked into her mouth and a single wrinkle marring her forehead and he knows in the instant their eyes meet that she’s thinking the exact same thing ( ... )
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“If not me, who’d you rather?” she whispers. There are cameras everywhere, but the dark of night makes them feel more hidden. Private.
“What?”
“If you had to die here,” she says slowly. “Who else would you want to kill you but me?”
He thinks she might be grinning. It sounds like it.
“I’ll do it quick,” she teases, voice feather-light. Maybe too light. Maybe they won’t be able to hear this after all. “I could do it right now.” She’s always got her fingers on her knife. It’s true enough, only a matter of if he’d let her. (No. Never. He’s going to kill her; she’s not twisting that around on him.)
“Shut it, Clove,” he spits out, and his voice sounds amplified, a thousand times louder than her whispers.
“I promise I’ll kill you,” she says quietly, a second later, because clearly the girl doesn’t know how to drop anything. She’s like a dog with a bone. Wolf, he thinks, all teeth.
“Who else?” she asks again.
They both know there’s no answer.
She’s as hard, as ( ... )
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The dreams all blur together, endless blood and silver flashing knives and grins with teeth. At one point, in one dream, one night, he is fucking her.
She is naked and impossibly warm beneath him, burning to the touch - her mouth sears and where her fingers dig into his skin they cut through like her knives.
He groans, and he wants-he wants never wake up, only this, slowly tearing each other apart because it’s the only thing either of them know how to do, the only thing they could ever be. They won’t make it out of this arena. He will kill her. He doesn’t think these dreams will go away when he does ( ... )
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You are wonderful. Would you like me to quote some lines back to you? because I'm doing it anyways.
He thinks she might be grinning. It sounds like it.
“I promise I’ll kill you,” she says quietly, a second later, because clearly the girl doesn’t know how to drop anything.
Or today could be the day I kill you, he thinks, but there is a stronger voice in his head, roaring, not yet, not yet, and he concedes to it.
they have always been dead, dead since they were born, and for the first time in his life he feels desperately young and afraid.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I'm friending you immediately. I'd love the add back!
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i'd litter this with hearts if i cound, god, i'd even kiss this if i could.
to leave cato's last thoughts unfinished is like the most perrrrfect thing you could have done. godgodgod, you really killed me with this - sooo amaziiing !!
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When she flashes across the sky, he thinks they could have chosen a better picture, because she is solemn in this one, no sign of teeth, and the world should remember her with sharp teeth and quick knives, not this plain girl in the sky. She looks young there, like she could have been a child, and that is wrong too. He turns his head away before the image disappears.
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