The Hunger Games Imagines

🖌You Scare Them🖌

Preference on you scaring them. (Also make sure you shower them with hugs and kisses because they will need it.)

Cato:

You two were in the arena, with the career pack. This was around after the explosion had set off, and Cato had snapped the boy from District 3's neck. You had a thought that somebody was still out there near the fires. You got up with your knives, causing Cato to look at you.

"Where are you going?"

"Gonna see if anyone else is there."

"Be back soon." You nodded, running off to the fires once again as Cato and Marvel sat back in camp, trying to collect anything that had value.

When you had ran into the forest, your career self met a glorious sight; Katniss Everdeen. You had the opportunity of a life time. You wanted to get her blood on your hands the moment she killed Glimmer and attempted to kill you and your boyfriend.

Katniss noticed your presence and notched an arrow, firing it at you. You ducked as you threw a knife, immediately running in a zig-zag fashion to avoid getting hit by Katniss's arrows. Katniss, realizing you were gaining on her too close for comfort, got up and sprinted away, you pursuing after her.

2 hours later, and there's still no sign of you back at camp. Cato and Marvel were starting to get worried, wondering if something happened to you. Cato had to resist the urge to run to the woods again to find you, but thought against it. He could get lost too and won't find you.

A cannon boomed, making Cato's heart stop and his eyes widening. He stood up in alarm, sword in hand. "(Y/N)?!" Marvel stood as well, gripping Cato's shoulders. "Hold on, it might not be her!"

Cato struggled to get out of Marvel's grip, only realizing it's pointless to fight. If you were dead, your face would appear on the night sky, signalling you were truly dead. And Cato would never forgive himself. Sitting back down in defeat, he grabbed something other than his sword to grip tightly, his knuckles turning white.

It started to get dark, and there was still no sign of you. Cato groaned in frustration. "That's it. I'm finding her." And right when he stood up, he saw a figure walking back to camp. It was dark, so he couldn't tell right away. But something about them seemed familiar. The (h/l) hair blowing slightly. Then it hit him.

"(Y/N)!!" He called out to you. You took the opportunity to run back to him with what energy you had left, crashing into his arms. He spun the two of you around before tightening his grip, resting his chin on your head. His hands gripped the textile of the jacket, his heart starting to beat calmer knowing you were here.

"Where the hell were you? Do you know how worried I was?!" Cato exclaimed, hearing you giggle over him being worried about you.

"Relax, I just had a long goose chase." The two of you pulled back to see the anthem in the night sky. The fallen tributes had appeared, including Katniss Everdeen. Cato looked back at you. "Which one did you kill?"

You rolled your eyes and punched his arm playfully. "Oh my god you idiot, I got the girl on fire!" Normally, Cato would joke about how your punches hurt (though he wasn't lying), but upon hearing that he laughed in ecstatic. "That's my girl." He praised, before planting his lips onto yours. Marvel made a 'bleh' sound behind you but the two of you couldn't care less.

But the next morning, Cato refused to let you do hunts on your own. Yeeeaaaah he's too paranoid somebody's gonna get you. But you never complained, it's Cato after all.

Finnick:

You two were at the beach, swimming around in the ocean for some fun. This was a thing you two had always done, ever since you two were little.