The Hunger Games Imagines

🗡{Weakling}🗡 Cato X District 3! Reader

Ok, it's been, legit, two months and I haven't updated and I'm upset at myself. Y'all can hate me now. (Jk please don't I'm busy and have a bit of life)
Anyway enjoy!
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Warning: Swearing, blood, maybe gore? And harsh words to reader, don't read if you'll get triggered from this.
Also, if you aren't small, just, pretend you're like, Clove's size. And, I changed it up a bit, hope that's ok!
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(Y/N) P.O.V.

I was in the training centre watching the huge boy from 2, Cato, chop dummies in half. I scowled upon this. For some strange reason I just hated him. Not like the other careers, I just didn't like him. His cocky attitude, his goddamn smirk thinking he's the best, as if. He can't even climb a tree even if his life depended on it!

I made my way to the knife throwing station. Knives have always been my thing (sorry if they aren't actually just go along and you'll find out why), and a bonus is they are useful and easy to me. I mean, you can throw them, stab with them, and use them for tools and to get food. What else are knives useful for? Um, I don't know, making a berry smoothie.

Gripping the handle of the knife, I waited for the dummies to start up. When the first one turned red, I threw the knife, it sailing and landing straight in the heart of the dummy. More dummies emerged and I skillfully threw all the knives there were. At the end of the session, the trainer congratulated me and I just smiled.

As I walked to the gauntlets, I was pinned by none other than Cato. He's taking a thing to hate me as well. Being in District 3, he thinks we are weak. Excuse me, but we aren't from District 1 where people like Glimmer cry when there is the slightest crinkle in some dress!

He gives me a harsh glare. I return it back. "Watch it, show off." He scowled at me. I rolled my eyes. How ridiculous.
"Maybe you should, after all, you were the one who pinned me into the fucking wall!" I shouted back, shoving him away for something called personal space.

"At least I have parents..." He mumbled, in which I heard. "What?" I hissed at him. "At least I have a family! At least I'm not some freak that didn't get disowned and sent into an orphanage because they were a freak!" He screamed, and those words cut me. My face paled. It is true I was disowned by my parents because they never liked me. I immediately went up to him and slapped him hard. There was a good handprint on his cheek, and at this point everyone was watching.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE DIRT BECAUSE OF WHAT MY LIFE IS LIKE, OR BECAUSE OF MY DISTRICT!" I was now filled with rage, angry and sad tears hanging at the corner of my eyes ready to spill. By now, the game makers and mentors have watched this as well.

"FUCK YOU AND FUCK WHATEVER YOU SAID! WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO YOUR LITTLE GROUP OF 'FRIENDS'!" I stormed off to the elevator, and before I reached it, I heard him say; "No one would care anyway if you died! Maybe you should jump off the pedestal before the games start!" I turned around. "SURE! WHY NOT?!" My voice cracked to the middle. And stormed into the elevator and went to my room, tears falling from my eyes.

Cato's P.O.V.
After she left, I felt all eyes go on me and a pang of guilt hit me. Yes, it is the Hunger Games, but still, she didn't deserve to be treated rudely, and I just did that. Clove glared at me. "I get it, you don't like her, but you need to apologize! Go, now, before I make you!" She hissed at me. I sighed, then went to her room after going to her floor.

I will admit, I did hate her a bit. I hated how she was near the little tributes, I hated how she was around all the damn time because she gave me a weird feeling in my stomach. I sighed and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." A squeaky voice peeped from the other side. I opened the door to see the (h/c) girl crying, her glossy (e/c) orbs staring at the ground, the light gone, curled in a ball on her bed. I went over to her, and she looked at me with fear and shock. "G-Get aw-way!" She wailed. I shook my head and felt so bad for treating her rudely for the past few days. I pulled her into my chest to let her sob. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, and I know it doesn't make up for what I said, and I deserve every hateful word you soon say." She stopped crying (auto correct first said stabbed before I wrote stopped 😂) and looked up at me in shock. "But what you said was true, Cato. I do deserve to die. Everyone believes it. No one cares about me anyway." She looked back at the sheets of her bed, shamefully. I grabbed her chin and looked her dead in the eyes.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before I carefully placed my lips onto hers. Her lips were soft and had a faint taste of mint (if you don't like mint do a different one but I like mint and I might be the only one who likes mint ice cream) and I felt her kiss back. When we pulled away, she smiled. "Thank you."

I furrowed my brows. "For what?"

And she replied, "For giving me the reason to live."

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Ok I know it's crappy, but I needed to update and I feel horrible, I'll also be doing gif imagines and preferences so if you want those let me know! And I'm sorry for never responding and I'm trying to update today!