#climmer

[cloverskentwells]

idek which ship/friendship this is supposed to be about i just love the vibes

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

I love the Hunger Games books so much. But one thing I don't get is the Careers are horrible people mentality or the Katniss is evil and two deserved the win mentality.

I love Katniss and the original story so much. But I also love Cato and Clove and Marvel and Glimmer.

I don't like how more often them not when I read a fic or look for Fandom content of one of the characters there's likely bashing of the other side. Can't we enjoy every character and wish that they had gotten a chance to be children?

[vampirehizzies]

you'd have to stop the world just to stop this feeling by catoscloves/enobarias---- a clove & glimmer fic, is now up on ao3!

read it here or below the cut, 2k words

She's raised surrounded by luxury - of course, all of it was directed towards the Capitol's use, but Glimmer was fortunate enough to be endowed with many of the benefits of being the country's wealthiest and most lucrative District. Her family could afford the best products their district's parfumeries had to offer, used makeup that traditionally was for exclusive to Capitol customers, and had paid so Glimmer could have the best Academy training possible with the most qualified professionals. Means, wealth, and status were the three prongs to the polished silver fork that was Glimmer's life, and like silver cutlery arranged painstakingly on a table, her own path had been meticulously planned with no room for error.

Hence, why she volunteers at sixteen. Orders from the Academy Officers, and really, she would be ungrateful and blasphemous to pass up such an opportunity that other girls her age would, literally, kill for. The Capitol likes their Games contestants young, especially from her District, and Glimmer is more than ready to meet expectation, even if that means marketing herself to please the eyes of old men who are apparently greedy for - well, not wealth or the pleasure of carrying a conversation with a future Victor, that much is cerain. (She's certainly not naive enough to believe those leery stares imply interest in her as a person and potential celebrity.)

Yet Glimmer finds herself unable to look away from, of all people, the District Two female tribute, in a way that certainly defies her objective of meeting the parameters of conduct set for her. The Two male, a strapping and large fellow with a tanned statuesque figure fit for a god and arms seemingly sculpted out of marble, barely catches her eye. Nor is Glimmer drawn to her own counterpart - a lanky boy not classically attractive yet possesses an endearing smile and humor that even she is charmed by, and eyes that are shy and thankfully, don't wander down the expanse of her body with certain ideas for how it can be used.

Despite her upbringing that focused largely on success in the Games followed by success in marriage, males could not be further from her mind. Instead, Glimmer's eyes, seemingly of their own volition, follow the bite-sized brunette with awe and admiration the way a One child would stare at a perfectly cut diamond. It doesn't matter that proper One girls find nice, respectable, tasteful gentleman to marry and then fulfill the role of pretty little wife (or strike it rich with the Capitol by being Games winners first and then going on to become pretty little wives). Glimmer was raised with everything she ever wanted falling into her lap seemingly out of thin air, with the unspoken condition that she behave properly as a One girl would.

Now, all she wants is this blunt, vicious girl from Two with her vindictive eyes and her stubborn little grimace of irritation.

It's ironic, really: the Twos are known for their militant brutality and unwavering bloodlust, with little care for appeal or finesse, which is why Ones balance out the vulgarity and gore Two tributes provide with showmanship that appeals more to the Capitol's (paradoxically) delicate sensibilities. In Games past, Glimmer wrinkled her nose at the Twos' as they butchered their way through the Games with soulless eyes and did not seem to know their audience. Everyone knows, and regards this fact with contempt, that Twos care for nothing but that Victory crown that inevitably awaits them, and will go to savage means (Glimmer recalls with a shudder how one of Two's Victors ripped out a boy's throat in her Games) to get what they desire.

Somehow, this girl does not repulse Glimmer the way her predecessors had. In fact, she seems far more interesting and overwhelmingly unique in comparison to any other Two tribute in history. What sets her apart is the glint of steel always flashing between her fingers, and the cut of her jaw sharp like that of a precious stone. Really, Glimmer surmises, she's the precious stone of her District- a place packed to the brim with gloating athletes and gladiators. Her ego might be similar to any other Tribute from Two, yet she also appears delicate, fragile, and yet incredibly tough with cold brown eyes that pierce through Glimmer's heart.

This inappropriate obsession began in the train car journey to the Capitol, as Glimmer crossed her legs on the plush cream colored couch and stared at the screen with bored indifference - until it cut to Two's Reaping, and the female tribute charged forward, confident like any other Two child yet in a cool, restrained manner that was not characteristic of most of Two's eager population, and made eye contact with the camera. As Glimmer locked eyes with this girl in the TV and fell victim to her chilling, disconcerting stare, the controlled temperature of the car suddenly seemed to plummet and rise simultaneously.

It doesn't stop there.

Her focus should have been on mentally planning to seduce the cheering crowds with her brilliant smile and friendly waves, or how her blonde ringlets would fall perfectly into place around her hot pink boa-clad shoulders as she gazed upon the people of the Capitol during the parade. Instead, she only seemed capable of paying attention to Two girl's - Clove's - costume, and how the golden-orange outfit complemented her skin and made her look truly the part of an ancient warrior. Clove's ever-present frown remained a obstinate fixture on her facial features, yet even with her inability to give a proper smile, she was still incredibly stunning, Glimmer thought earnestly.

Even in that ridiculous orange interview gown that made her look like a pastry - although Glimmer certainly couldn't judge, since her scandalously short, sheer strapless pink dress barely covered anything - Clove seemed incapable of not being beautiful. Glimmer's blond curls bounced up and down with her girlish strut across the stage and her frequent head shakes throughout the questions, and her strategically crossed legs flashed a surely inappropriate amount of milk-colored thigh - she had certainly utilized the angle of Blonde Beauty From One and beat the proverbial horse dead. Yet to Glimmer, Clove outshined her ridiculous performance with her nonchalant, cutthroat poise and delicately subtle threats that entertained the audience.

(When Clove casually yet deliberately reminded Caesar, with a gleeful smirk and in that sultry purr from her throat, that she could kill him from halfway across the room, Glimmer unconsciously pressed her legs together, wondering what else Clove could do from a much shorter distance.)

This hazardous fascination with the barbed wire, unfriendly little monstrous girl from Two, however, quickly lands Glimmer in hot water.

"What are you looking at?" Glimmer is drawn out of her trance by an irritated Clove, who currently directs an annoyed glare at her from across the table at the lunch break. Narrowed eyes, lips pressed into a firm line. Despite the menacing scowl splashed across Clove's facial features and the sweat that sticks at her hairline and pools on her neck from Training, she still does not cease to look enticing and dangerous and wild, all the things Glimmer was never allowed to want.

What am I doing? She scolds herself mentally. Glimmer could ogle brunette girls, and maybe one or two boys like her surprisingly unconventionally cute district partner, any time she wanted after 23 competitors were dead and the crown was hers. Now was certainly not the time to get carried away with an unhinged, chaotic, socially inept girl from Two regardless of how gorgeous she was.

Shaking her head and already fabricating an excuse, Glimmer manages a croaked "Oh, nothing. It's just-" Glimmer hesitates. Briefly falls back on the dull, droning chatter of their fellow Careers not far behind, a contrast from the stark silence of the rest of the Tributes who must be terrified for their lives and not in the mood to socialize. After contemplating the consequences and realizing that here, there are none, Glimmer continues, albeit carefully.

"You're really pretty, by the way," she murmurs, unusually quiet. The charismatic, prettily laughing girl from the interview with sparkling eyes and a lush, flirtatious cadence that sounded effortlessly naturally despite being rehearsed in advance, is long gone. For once, Glimmer is not exuberant and cheery, but timid and unskilled - something she hasn't been in a long time when complimenting someone on their physical appearance, such a culturally important and highly valued practice in One.

Yet in this moment, she truly means it to an extent that no one will ever know. There's a certain vulnerability to authenticity - perhaps the reason why it was so rare in One, a place whose image relied on the concept of beauty and utter perfection, so fragile that it could easily shatter with true sincerity and must be maintained by being guarded and wielding compliments like weapons.

Her blood freezes as she's met with only a blank stare in return. Clove leaves her half-eaten sandwich untouched on the provided tray, and despite the fact that Glimmer can tell Clove is wearing a mask of carefully practiced neutrality the same way Glimmer wears her beauty (something we have in common, Glimmer comments wryly), it's obvious that many questions whirl about in Clove's calculating mind.

"I'm just speaking girl-to-girl," Glimmer continues hurriedly, in the hopes that this explanation might salvage the situation. She tenses as she waits for a response from Clove - carefully guarded Clove, with her words as cutting as her beloved knives, the sea of freckles that decorated her otherwise ice pale skin that sharply contrasts flowing stick-straight dark hair tied in a braid...

Your face is a work of art, Glimmer desperately wants to say.

And she's seen other beautiful girls before, with lips like Clove's that appear incredibly soft and perfect for... well. But what seems to be different is that while every One girl is forced to put up a disingenuous ruse, it is excessively clear that Clove acts completely the way she feels comfortable and will not hide or change or become malleable clay for anyone. And she's incredibly talented, each knife meeting its mark with stunning accuracy, followed by a flash of quicksilver teeth in a smirk making a promise sealed in blood...

It's impossible, Glimmer decides, not to be captivated by her fellow Career tribute. Even if their alliance is meant to be brief with little hope for true friendship, let alone more. Even if one - or, unspeakably, both - of them is meant to die.

Mercifully, she can admit to herself that she does not really care.

"Thank you," Clove responds at last, muscles locked in a rigid posture as if suspecting an incoming attack. Glimmer feels a rush of regret - it was not her intention to make Clove at all uncomfortable with her remark. She herself has certainly experienced the horror of a handsy male Trainor insisting she wear form-fitting yoga pants instead of the standard Academg uniform and then finding any excuse for his fingers to brush up against her ass, or even being outright groped by Academy male students without shame. Glimmer prepares to apologize, but Clove continues, "I imagine you already know how good you look, so I won't need to be confirming that for you."

Finally, there, just the tentative beginnings of a real smile, brought on by mirth rather than the haughty pretenses their interviews demanded of them or gloating satisfaction against a defeated opponent with a weapon to his or her jugular. It brightens Clove's face impossibly, revealing a sweet little nose crinkle. Glimmer's pulse flutters uncontrollably at the sight.

They eat the remainder of the lunch in silence. Glimmer rides the pleasure high of making Clove smile - sort of.

That night, under the heavenly Capitol issued sheets in a silky cocoon of a bed, Glimmer loses herself to hazy dreams of gently wiping a fellow tribute's blood off of Clove's cheeks and collarbone. The idea of that proximity to Clove sends electric shivers down Glimmer's spine for the rest of the time leading up to the kickoff of the Games.

Nothing in the world - societal standards, her goal of triumphing in the Games and bringing home a Victory, or Clove's complete emotional unavailability - could ever null this feeling she gets whenever their eyes meet, Glimmer decides, short of stopping the Earth's spin.

[thefloatingwriter]

hehe i forgot you're not a climmer girlie. yeah so basically to me it's just about the blond/brunette height difference and the bi clove vibes!! i also think since clove canonically has a thing for making fun of people in the most unhinged way possible she'd goad glimmer the same way NH hope intentionally provokes lizzie but that's just a me thing

okay i’m seeing the vision. also clove is absolutely bi, that’s just canon at this point ngl. and her having a thing for making fun of people in unhinged ways lol. yeah she would absolutely provoke glimmer like that.

[clatoera]

I MEEEAAAAANNNNN technically any career representation is ooc career representation... *shakes fist at the sky* SUZANNE GIVE US THE CAREER DISTRICT SPINOFF WE DESERVE!!! but that's not to say that your characterization isn't one of the best in the fandom... like i have (on deprived occasions) latched onto LIVEJOURNAL of all places a few times to shake out any thg fanfic. i have paid my dues in this fandom and i have seen every characterization of those four characters under the sun and yours is definitely one of my favorites of all time... CHEFS KISS...

AND PLEEEAAASE don't overwork yourself. the day 12 thing was just a joke for dramatic effect!!!! all cards on the table writing fic is SUCH a commitment it's crazy to imagine you doing it over such a busy lifestyle im exhausted thinking about it.

finally, to answer your question. in the flower/tattoo saga, it would be a glim glam/mr worldwide centric fic with background clato and past implied glove??? climmer??? I DO NOT KNOW WE ARE JUST GAY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. i'll throw in carvel subtext for the upcoming pride month for half off. (in my mind cato brings the wallace from scott pilgrim vs. vibes to the table. he's just here for the drama of it all) also the whole thing definitely stems from glimmer being mad that her aesthetic, her vibe, is being ruined by this dumbass flower shop next to her place and she's definitely the type to be hostile when she wants to (meanwhile marvel is the type to seethe quietly, then go and mow the lawn whenever he gets too worked up about glimmer) (that's their maximum extent of enemies to lovers) (clato jus vibing for REALLL they are immediate soulmates in every universe) (this spinoff now has a spinoff of eeaao!clato) (im in too deep)

Every ask you send me I can now say is the most unhinged ask i've ever read but like..in a good way.

I'll give you the OOC thing this time....I see where you come from now. NGL i sent my friend the ask and literally said should i be offended LMAO.

Bestie I hate to tell you this but my entire life is being overworked. I MISS Childbirth and mamas and babies do you know how badly i miss afterbirth? Enough that I just types that sentence. I miss placenta, there, I said it.

However I enjoy writing fic because I get interactions like THIS out of it!!! How else would I have connected with people who would be willing to write entire AUS in my ask box!! This is gold. I appreciate you. I love you and I don't even know you.

My goal on this website is to become a hub of the careers at this point. I want people to listen to me rant about glim glam after like half a sip of moscato is that too much to dream of maybe so...

Also may i say Climmer sounds SO much move sapphic than glove.

ALso PLEASE THE LAWN!!!! PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE SUBURBAN DAD BEHAVIOR!!! I LOVE THAT FOR HIM!! Does he notice her favorite flowers and start putting them as close to HER store as possible I NEED to know.

Immediate soulmates in every universe is the BEST way to describe them. My babies. My loves.

Idk who you are but ily <3

[vcfdfgl]

Glimmer x Catra

Bask in my genIOUS PLEBS.

[ofbetterbodies]

we were robbed of a relationship between glimmer and clove. Do the films rly want ms to believe Glimmer went for Cato when Clove was right there?

Listen. Glimmer and clove could have been absolutely iconic. Killer girlfriends? YES but I can't fully write off clato especially when I myself was a pretty big clato as a child, and one of my close friends was a huge clato too djjdjfjfj but seriously the more I think about it the more I totally love the idea of climmer? Glove? Not glove djfjfjjfjfj but I totally love them together now

[ao3feed-everlark]

by clovescato

“she’s so much more than a career, more than a girl from district one. a beautiful girl, a district jewel, shining like her emerald eyes. eyes that i could get lost in…”

Glimmer Belcourt is known for her strength and beauty throughout District One, and it's a powerful weapon for her sponsors, since she's volunteering for the 74th Hunger Games. While in the capitol, she meets Clove Taylor during training. And even though Glimmer is smart, she didn't know where her beauty can take her, or how it can drag her down.

Clove Taylor is a trouble maker in District Two, but she's very fast and smart, a perfect tribute for the Hunger Games. During her years of training in the Districts Academy, she knows what her destiny is. So when she volunteers, she couldn't see the misfortune ahead of her, because falling for someone in the Hunger Games means automatic death. But Clove knows, she gets what she wants, and she won't let her love go down with her.

Words: 2605, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, The Hunger Games (Movies), The Hunger Games (Movies) RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Glimmer (Hunger Games), Clove (Hunger Games), Cato (Hunger Games), Marvel (Hunger Games), Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, District 4 Female Tribute

Relationships: Clove/Glimmer (Hunger Games), Cato/Glimmer (Hunger Games), Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Additional Tags: Hunger Games, the hunger games - Freeform, Fan - Freeform, Fanfiction, fan fiction, the hunger games fan fiction, hunger games fan fiction, clove, glimmer - Freeform, cato - Freeform, Marvel - Freeform, Peeta - Freeform, katniss - Freeform, katnisseverdeen, peetamellark, everlark, Clato - Freeform, glato, Glove, climmer, crackship

[destroyed-by-clato]

My brain is so hardwired for clato that I’m struggling to not give them too much romantic subtext in the fic im working on, which is supposed to be Clove/Glimmer. (Okay, Climmer? Or Glove? Or whatever the fuck their ship name is)

[libidomechanica]

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[cloverskentwells]

modern au clove headcanons because she's important to me and i like imagining things for her that she'd be interested in

she is such a huge megan fox girlie! I mean a bisexual brunette that plays murderous characters, that is literally clove's spirit animal and celebrity crush

career path: I wholeheartedly believe she should be a nurse because needles and blood! and she'd work well in a high intensity pressure environment of a hospital, plus she'd love learning anatomy. is she canonically the most compassionate person no but I do think she'd be really intent when it comes to taking care of patients (and as @ongreenergrasses suggested, approach it in a very competitive way)

i don't know anything about sports and physical activity but I think she'd be very into boxing in her free time and watching MMA as well as like. morning runs because d2 kids are obviously Fitness BrosTM

made a whole post about clove's fashion style and hair preferences

she's a swiftie but Reputation style, not super chipper and high energy but she'll cut a bitch (metaphorically) for disrespecting TS

she went to the eras tour with Glimmer, who is her swiftie buddy and they exchanged friendship bracelets and wore reputation/lover themed outfits

for other music tastes she would adore halsey (especially the badlands album) and nessa barrett (hot brunette with tats!!)

clove is arguably a tattoos girl but in a more casual way so she's not decorating her chest and arm and back like I imagine cato would but she gets small tats in lowkey places. like of her underlying blood vessels or something in a covered region of the body

speaking of tattoos I told @dayas about a clato au idea where clove is cato's tattoo artist and that's they're meet cute, yes it contradicts nurse!clove au but that is okay!

her hobbies are exercise, mma, knife throwing, watching slasher horror movies

favorite movie is Jennifer's Body

she's an introvert she'll have like 2 friends and be set for life. these friends are glimmer and then cato, who later becomes a love interest. cato and clove take glimmer everywhere (except on like romantic date outings that are just for their personal time obviously), mama y papa + third wheel style.

it takes clove a LONG time before she finally lets glimmer do her hair. cato it takes less time because she's lowkey down bad for him and of course glimmer never let's her hear the end of it obviously

clove and annie as nursing school buddies, bonding over anatomy together!

family -> divorced parents, barely present dad, slightly more present but emotionally distant mom, estranged eldest brother (last she heard he's in the military stationed somewhere, idk anything about the military sorry) and then the other 2 of her brothers (gunner and mason!) occasionally check in on clove and send her letters

[idblighting]

Principal designer/Director : Koert Vermeulen Creative director : Julie Boniche Junior designer : Lucia Do Souto & Ana Vargas Video content production : Guillaume de Brabandère Light operator : Luc de Climmer Video operator : Cédric Dewaide, ADC productionDate : 2017 Country : The Neitherlands

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[stayblondebaby]

I am no less a fan of The Hunger Games to be a fan of Glato...

I love Glato!

[libidomechanica]

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[cloverskentwells]

i'm on a legacies rewatch kick and got inspired by hizzie's unhinged dynamic so like. how do we feel about the hope mikaelson to clove pipeline. clove being an unhinged tiny brunette killer and getting off on teasing/provoking her blonde love interests into trying to kill her/daring them to put a sword through her chest, knowing full well that the blondes literally can't won't be able to hurt her and in fact have it down bad for her