#clato ff

Welcome to Clato Fanworks Week 2021! A week just for making Clato content based on different prompts, that will take place, as i've just decided, every year in the last (full) week of August.

Date: 23. 8. - 27. 8. 2021 (monday - friday)

Theme: song lyrics

There are five lyrics from different songs based on which content is to be made. You can incorporate the lyrics in your work in any way, or just take thematic inspiration from them. Any and all type of fanwork is welcome - fanfics, moodboards, fanart, playlists, gifsets, edits ... Be creative:) You can do the whole week, or just a few days, even just one day is fine. Tag your works with #clatofanworksweek2021 and tag me (@a-chaotic-ananas ) so i can reblog your works.

Monday, 23rd August

Count my cards, watch them fall

Blood on a marble wall

I like the way they all

Scream

Tell me which one is worse

Living or dying first

Billie Eilish, you should see me in a crown

Tuesday, 24th August

R.I.P. to my youth

And you could call this the funeral

The Neighbourhood, RIP 2 My Youth

Wednesday, 25th August

And the cry goes out

They lose their minds for us

And how it plays out

Now we're in the ring, and we're coming for blood

//Glory and gore go hand in hand

Lorde, Glory and Gore

Thursday, 26th August

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do

'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you

Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Olivia Rodrigo, favorite crime

Friday, 27th August

Melting through the cracks in my hands

I guess I held on for too long

I'm done with your bittersweet, bittersweet tragedy

It's no fun, when I'm sitting all alone

Melanie Martinez, Bittersweet Tragedy

Happy creating <3

Count my cards, watch them fall

Blood on a marble wall

The taste of blood is not something a human being should like.

Clove is aware that, faintly, when she licks her busted lip in training, thirteen and scrawny, but already thirsting for violence. She is aware of that when she spits out a mouthful of warm, gushing red after a punch to the face. When she slides her finger over the edge of her knife with clinical, sick fascination. When she sucks on a cut on her wrist she got climbing the District Two fence. When she kisses away the afterthought of children’s lives from Cato’s mouth in the darkness of the Arena of the 74th Hunger Games.

Brutal, bloody Cato.

And cruel, crazy Clove.

What a pair they make.

rip to my youth (and you could call this the funeral) is now out and completed :)

Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

In a world where usefulness isn’t the pereptuum mobile somehow keeping her going, friendships would intrigue her, relationships fascinate her. Not the sugar and spice and codependency and a house with a white picket fence, but perhaps familiarity. Amity. Passion. If it came to it, maybe even a little trust.

However, this isn’t the type of tragedy filled with emotions and a sob story. There is no lesson to be learned here, no stakes that aren’t vicious and deadly. Clove Kentwell isn’t Antigone, no matter how many people try to paint her martyr – she chose her fate, and she’d do it all over again – and she sure as hell isn’t Juliet or Ophelia. Her violent end shall indeed happen, but the violent delights will not be the lustful, debauched kind. They will be beaten and bloody, famished and clawing to be felt. She might be Lady Macbeth, if that.

Mostly, she is just Clove.

Bloodthirsty, sharp-edged Clove. Violent, hungry, ruthless Clove. Clove of silver knives, Clove of District two, Clove of the cut and the slice and the throw and the puncture, and the crown. Clove of the ghosts, Clove of the arena.

tagging some clato blogs hehe @coralsclato @destroyed-by-clato @askclato @theknifegirlfromdistricttwo

we're doing it!! link to info

He is a king, and kings deserve a crown.

The people of the Capitol are ready to give it to him. They want to.

And how it plays out

Bodies fall like drops into an ocean, one by one by one, spears and swords flashing, knives and screams flying. The smell of rust fills the air, wet iron, red caking on the brown dirt, number on numbers, nameless on nameless face, and yet he doesn’t realize how quickly it’s all over. Until a body was the last one, and there is only the two of them left.

Cato Hadley, sadistic and unstoppable, on one side of the clearing. Clove Kentwell, lethal and cunning, on the other.

Now the Games have really begun.

“Clover, do you think you’ll ever fall in love?”

There is a clang of weapon, and a pair of dark eyes shooting daggers his way. The shock on her face at the question is clear, if washed over by anger and irritation in an instant.

“What the fuck, Cato?”

“Look, I’m just asking. We won’t be here forever. One day, when we’re both safe and sound in the Victor Village, do you think you will?”

“No.”

“Obviously. I forgot you’re incapable of human emotion.”

“Was there a reason you’re asking this, or is it just to cost me training time?” She’s picking up the knife she was sending into the rag doll with deadly precision. It’s one of the Academy ones, the bad set. She’d never handle her own weapon this carelessly, not even in the face of surprise.

“God, you’re impossible. I’m making conversation. Friends do that sometimes.”

“We aren’t friends, Hadley.”

So predictable. His eyes glimmer with wicked glee. It’s good entertainment, riling the little knife girl. Even if – and he’d never admit that alive – he is a bit curious about her answer. “What are we, then?”

“Co-trainees.”

“Rivals?”

“That would imply we’re at all on the same level. Get out of my space.”

“You’re nasty today. Tell me, Clover,” He intentionally drags the detested nickname, “Am I your arch nemesis?”

“You are an annoying person who loves hearing himself speak. You’re lucky we aren’t set to be in the same Games – I’d take great pleasure in killing you.” It isn’t anything unusual, the threats, the bickering – it’s a routine they stick to, a dance they’ve rehearsed to perfection. But this time, there is a heavy pause from Cato’s side, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Clove.

Since there are very few really good Clato fics out there, i thought I'd share my faves:) these are all on fanfiction.net btw

Also, a disclaimer: they will destroy you. You will never feel happiness again. Your heart will shatter at the sight of their tragedy. Noe let's begin.

A-GIRL-NAMED-BILLY is and INCREDIBLE author!! I adore her one shots (kiss it better, Fairweather friend, Peace in war etc.) but mostly the long fics!! The combination (104k+) (prequel) and The conspiracy (70k+) are canon compliant, in-character, provide beautiful backstories, are very well written and overall true masterpieces!! Heartbreaking!! I cannot recommend them enough. Definitely a fave in canon fics.

As for alternate ending the crown belongs to Bellona & Mars and Ichor (an unfinished sequel) by the wonderful Bellicose Blue. They are absolutely SPECTACULAR, thejr writing is perfect and their fics make my heart collapse. They also have great Clato oneshots and drabbles (Proioxis - a collection of drabbles, Cheap shot (very AU, ridiculously fluffy i love it), memento mori, mock me, mourn me, vainglory (oh godddd), antebellum etc.) and a huge collection of THG fics centered around other characters as well (glimmer, finnick, annie, seneca, joanna and more). Like these oneshots are unspeakably beautiful.