Assuredly you do not love our Cato more than I do. Nevertheless, with the best intent and in the greatest honesty he sometimes does harm to the state; for he gives his senatorial opinions as though he were in the Republic of Plato rather than the garbage dump of Romulus.
Marcus Tullius Cicero, Letters to Atticus, 2.1.8
nostrum non tu amas
plus quam ego; sed
tamen ille optimo animo
utens et summa fide
nocet interdum rei publicae;
dicit enim tamquam in
Πολιτείᾳ, non tamquam in
Romuli faece sententiam.”
Imagine: Cato coming home from the Games and you tell him that you’re pregnant.
*For the sake of this imagine I’m gonna say Cato
was 18 when he entered the games rather than 16*
Cato! Cato!” The crowd chants his name in front of District Two’s Justice
Building as he comes of the train. Your boyfriend was back, he had won the
games, and by the time the next games came around neither of you would be
eligible for them; you could finally be together without having to worry about
anything separating you. You felt tears prick your eyes as you finally saw his
face in person after having to watch him fight against death through a TV
screen for weeks.
brought my district another years worth of pride, I did it,’ I thought to
myself as I heard the crowd chant my name. The sound of one cry stands out
amongst the chants, I look around and my eyes finally lock with hers, Y/N,
she looks as if she’s struggling to hold her composure, I feel my body swell
with joy. I throw aside the speech that my mentor carefully wrote for me and
run off the stage. The crowd parts as I make my way towards her.
run towards him as soon as you see him, throwing yourself into his strong arms,
you mutter his name, your tears stain his nice new Capitol shirt, but at the
moment, neither of you care. He whispers something unintelligible into your hair
before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
completing a few formalities, the two of you make your way to Victor’s Village,
and settle down in Cato’s new home. You spend the next few hours talking about
the events of the past weeks.
is leaning against the couch and you’re resting your head comfortably on his
shoulder, you finally decide to break the news to him, “Cato?”
hums in response, “I-I have a surprise for you.”
straightens up a bit, “What kind of surprise.”
while you were gone, I discovered something,” You say, nervously fiddling
with the hem of your shirt.
pregnant,” You place your hand on the small bump that your stomach has
started showing already and glance up at him.
what? P-pregnant? Us-baby?” He sputters with wide-eyes, unable to form a
proper sentence, “How?!”
punch his arm gently, “You know how you idiot!”
but-but really?” You nod and a huge grin spread across his face as he
jumps of the couch. He lift you up bridal style and sings, “I’m gonna be a
dad! I’m gonna be a dad!”
giggle and beg him to put you down, he obliges, “So I assume that you’re
I’m really angry about this Y/N,” He fakes a glare, returning to his
sarcastic-self, “Of course I’m happy you idiot! This has got to be the
best way to return home Y/N! I love you.”
You wake up
in a tree and look down, scanning your surroundings. No one’s around, phew, you jump out of the tree, trying
to land as quietly as possible. The arena was a large forest, with the
cornucopia located directly in the middle. You however, were far south from the
cornucopia, you were in an area of dense forest, a place where most of the
tributes, would not think to enter.
around with your machete, cutting the large vines and branches that were in
your way, your stomach grumbles, you haven’t eaten properly for the past two
days, you had focused more on finding a hiding spot than you did on searching
deeper and deeper into the forest when you hear a strange noise, it sounds as
if a small object had fallen. You whip you head around until you see a small container
with a parachute attached to it. You look around, there is no one else here,
this must be for you.
You pick up
the gift that was sent to you by your sponsors and open it; it is filled with a
few dozen bread rolls. You mentally thank your mentor and get ready to eat.
you can take the first bite, you hear a few twigs break. You instantly get up
and turn around, before you can do anything, you are pinned against a tree by a
boy who is twice your size. His eyes are bloodthirsty and he holds his knife
against your throat, you know that this is going to be a slow and painful
hear someone shout. This one shout is enough to distract the boy in front of you;
you quickly push his arm away and knee him in the groin. He groans, and the
voice comes out from the brush, and attacks the boy. You barely have enough
time to catch a glimpse of his face, but you can instantly tell that it’s the
boy from District 2, Cato.
You have to
admit, he’s incredibly attractive, especially when he’s fighting. The other boy
lies dead on the ground and a cannon goes off. You squeeze your eyes shut for a
moment, then Cato picks up your parachute. You instantly realize what this is
all about, he wanted your food, he killed the other guy, and now he’d kill you
as well. You brace yourself for a fight, but he does the unexpected. He takes
“Let’s go! I’ll
help you find somewhere to hide out if you promise to share some of this with
me,” He smiles somewhat cheekily. You nod, unable to form words.
He drags you
off deeper into the forest until the two of you find a small cave. You settle
in and begin eating, “Why did you save me Cato?”
half bad princess,” He winks, “I’d like to have you as an ally.”
“Oh,” Is all
you manage to say.
raises his eyebrows, and once again, you nod.
Deciding to ally with Cato had to have been the worst decision you could’ve made in the Games.
“‘Morning, lovely,” Cato greeted as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. You let him sleep while you kept watch for any of the tributes that were left.
“It’s evening, if the arena sky is anything to go by,” you pointed out as Cato began to sit up.
“You know that means nothing,” Cato stated, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek and neck.
You felt your cheeks heat up with a blush. Cato was always the most affectionate when he’s tired, and you honestly loved the attention. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair as he cuddled you, though you noticed a hand started to wander down to your backside.
“Cato!” you scolded, grabbing his hand. “We’ve been through this. The Districts are watching!”
“I don’t care,” Cato stated, pushing against you in protest.
You giggled and shoved back, managing to get Cato on his back. You smirked, taking the opportunity to pin him, your hands holding his hands to the ground above his head, and your legs pinning his legs down.
“You’re a Career. I’m not. It was way too easy to pin you,” you teased.
Cato smirked, now seeming more awake. “How do you know you’re not right where I want you?” he asked. Suddenly, Cato lifted one of his legs, sending you off-balance. He easily flipped the two of you, now the one pinning you to the ground. “This is why you need me.”
“And why do you need me?” you asked.
“For this,” Cato replied, before bending down to kiss you. You closed your eyes, and the arena seemed to melt away.
That is, until Cato’s hand again started wandering. You giggled as you swatted it away. “I told you to stop that!” you scolded.