Frustrated because your life doesn't look like you thought it would by now?
God's timing isn't just perfect - it's beautiful, even when you can't see the beauty yet.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 reveals this profound truth: "He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end."
EVERYTHING beautiful - not just some things, but everything in your life. IN ITS TIME - not in your time, but in God's perfect timing.
That season of singleness you're tired of? Beautiful in its time. That job you're stuck in while waiting for your dream career? Beautiful in its time. That healing that seems delayed? Beautiful in its time.
God has set eternity in your heart - that's why temporary struggles feel so heavy. You were made for more than this moment, and your soul knows it.
But you can't fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Your perspective is limited to this chapter, but He sees the entire story.
What looks like a detour to you is actually the scenic route He planned. What feels like a delay to you is actually perfect timing from His view.
Today, trust that God is making everything beautiful in its time - including the things that don't feel beautiful right now.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NKJV) -
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.
People: cato, katniss, peeta, your mother and father, bullies
Words: 1,820
Requested: By @fyeahtaylorp (wont let me tag) Hi I love your writing I was wondering if I could have a plus size reader and Cato imagine? Maybe where he wins with Katniss and peeta and they meet on the victory tour in districts 12 or something like that?
Authors Note: this is my first time writing for hg and of course for this character. im a fan of alaexander ludwig especially in vikings cuz u know he daddy he a bear and he thicc. so this is when he a fetus so i hope u all enjoy and dont worry my darlings im trying to go as fast as i can with ur requests 💖💖💖
(not my gif! do not own!)
This was the day that the victors of the 74th hunger games were visiting your district. You have heard throughout town that the victory tour has gotten some people in trouble, hurt, or worse killed. You were not as excited as everyone else was, or how everyone else seemed. You hated the Capitol and everything they did to these poor kids.
As you walked home from being at The Hob you stumbled across a group of kids, your age, that stared at you strangely. You noticed they started to cover their mouths to try to stifle their giggles, but you heard them. You knew why they were laughing. Unfortunately, you came out not being the skinniest of the family. You had curves and a little weight on you. Some things budged out or jiggled and that was not known in a place where everyone starved. You were also starving but your body was just made this way. People would always make fun of you, suggesting that you ate all District 12 foods, or maybe that you ate the Capitol as well. It always made you feel self conscious.
You tried to walk past the group of bullies, holding onto your items, you clutched them to your chest, trying to not take notice of their laughter at you.
“Its okay y/n. Lets just go home.” You comforted yourself as you finally passed them. Your shoulders relaxed as you felt the uneasiness wash away.
Finally, you arrived at your house. Feeling exhausted from that long journey, you plump down on the sofa. Your father was there, reading. As you were about to take a look at the material he was reading your mother yelled for you.
“Y/N!”
“Coming!” As you walk in the room your mother places a light blue dress on your bed.
“Mom what are you doing?” Her face lights up seeing you. She places her hands on your cheeks. “Sweetheart, remember today is when the victors come to our District?”
You roll your eyes and fall on your bed, “mom seriously! This is not even the reaping, why do I have to wear this dress?”
Your mom gasps and hits your leg lightly, “young lady you will not think over my judgment. I want you looking nice today, show the Capitol that we too can have nice things.”
“Oh brother,” you groan, placing your pillow on your face.
Your mother sits beside you and gently lifts the pillow, “Love, just please this one time, wear this dress for me.”
You thought about it for a moment, “fine!”
Your mother stood up excitedly and put the dress in your hands. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like on you!”
“Mom, okay I got this,” you gave your mother an annoyed look as she pushed you to walk faster to the gathering. You felt so...ugly. You didn’t want to make your mother feel bad by telling her you disliked the dress. For once all that you wanted to wear was like Katniss’s. She had the perfect body and the perfect face for all those expensive dresses.
As you walked by the town people would get a look at you and laugh. They’d chuckle under their breath. You look down to the dirt, not wanting to look into their eyes. Every one was so critical.
You all arrived and of course, your mother being your mother wanted to stand in the front. “Mom please can we not!”
She grabbed your arm sternly, “missy you should be happy that we get to sit so close. These are our victors. Show some respect.”
You rolled your eyes, “mom, you and I both know all you just want to do is be on camera.” Your mother did not answer and stood there waiting for it to start.
The victors came out and gave their speech that was so unbelievable.
“I know what you really think,” you muttered to yourself. Your father shushing you with a light jab to your side.
One was named Peeta the other well she was famous, she was the girl on fire. She was Katniss. You used to know Katniss, not very well but be acquainted. As much as that boy was sweet to her he was no Gale, she was in love with him. Then you notice the other blonde. He looks, well he looks pissed. He is really tall and very muscular. He looks as if he can break bark in half. He then catches you staring and winks at you. You shake your head and start to actually pay attention. You were just imagining things. He didn’t really wink at you...did he?
Their little speeches ended and you got up with a satisfied grin, “finally, I can go home and take this table cloth off and read my book.”
“It is no table cloth y/n, it is one of the new dresses at the market. I frankly like it on you,” your mother shook her hips sassily as she walked. You wish you were as confident as your mother. She was so beautiful and your dad was so handsome, sometimes you felt you were so hideous that maybe you were adopted.
As you were walking away to your house the blonde tall victor kept staring at you. With a shrug you waved back and proceeded walking. “He’s probably looking at me wondering how did she get so fat? Or wow she looks as big as the Capitol!” Thinking to yourself as you feel more gloomy and sad. You change your clothes and do end up reading your favorite book. Well, it has to be your favorite book because your family cannot afford another. You’ve read it so many times already that you’ve memorized some of the words.
Sitting on your bed, the quilt full of cushion, you felt at peace being in your home with no judgmental looks. You sat there for hours reading and reading until you heard your father’s call.
“Yes dad?”
“Your mother needs bread and milk can you run to the market real quick to get it for us?”
You groaned and whined, trudging to your father. Your father copied your actions making you laugh.
“Get out of here,” your father smiled as he shooed you away.
As you were heading to the market you saw those same kids you saw earlier. They glared at you and laughed. You hugged yourself and proceeded to move forward. “Its okay y/n, you’re okay.”
You picked up the freshly baked bread and the cold milk and set off to home. The bread smelled so heavenly. It was so buttery and warm with a little crunch to it.
“Hey girl,” one of the boys asked from the group. You tried to ignore them but they all circled you.
“Guys I have to go to my house, dinner is almost ready.”
One of the girls cackled evilly, “you don’t need to go to dinner! You already look like you ate all of it!”
You could feel tears starting to sting your eyes. “Please guys. What do you want?”
“What do we want? I want you to know that you are nothing in this world. You are so fat and ugly that me telling you this makes me feel ten times better. Knowing that I don’t look as hideous and ginormous as you makes me so thankful.”
They all started to yell insults at you. “You don’t need this fatty.” They push the milk and bread on the floor. The bread getting all dirty and the milk crashing on the floor the glass breaking and cutting your legs. “No, stop that was for my family. I don’t have any more money left!” You tried to stop them. They laughed and pushed you on the floor as well. “Too bad then, huh? No you’ll probably lose the weight.”
“Why don’t you all just shut the hel* up?” A unfamiliar voice called out. They all looked up to see, “you’re one of the victors!” The blonde man grabbed some of them and threw them to the floor away from you. “If I ever see you mess with her again I will kill you! Trust me I’ve done that plenty of times!”
You felt embarrassed and just wanted to go home. You tried to clean the bread but it fell in mud. The milk was shattered. The glass in your skin. “Ouch,” you try to stand but wince to yourself. The man bends down and sees your injuries. “C’mon we need to go take those out.”
You felt shy and tried to look away, “its okay, I got this.” You try to stand up but you slip and he catches you. “I’ll take a look at them.” He carries you to a ledge of concrete nearby. “Hold on sir, I might be too heavy,” you tried to wiggle out of his grasp not wanting him to suffer carrying your weight. The man chuckled, “you? You’re light weight to me.” You almost laughed as he carried you, you thought you were too heavy.
As he placed you on the edge he took a look at your legs. Only a few small shards of glass were stuck on your leg. “Here we go,” he says as he sounds like he’s concentrating. You felt so bashful. A boy, a cute one at that, was looking at your thick legs! He tended to your wounds and teasing you kissed your injury. “You feel better?” He asks as he helps you stand up. You nod and with a small voice say, “thank you.”
“The names Cato.” He sticks his hand out and you shake it lightly. He has so many callouses and he has veins popping from working out so much. You gulp, “I’m y/n. Its nice to meet you, again thank you. You didn’t really have to do any of that.”
Cato shook his head, “they were hurting a beautiful woman, I couldn’t let them get away with that.” He sees that your items are broken and walks to the market. “Here let my buy those for you.”
You persisted in stopping him but he put his hand up and shook his head, “Its okay I really want to. Here.” He hands you the milk and bread and also something extra.
“What is this?” You cheerfully ask, now feeling more and more comfortable with him. “Its a muffin,” he held one for himself and gave one to you. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you so much for this Cato. It means a lot to me. Not many people really like me or can’t stand to be next to me so just thank you.”
“No problem, and those people are missing out. But I was actually wondering if maybe you’d like to walk with me?”
You chuckled and held onto his arm, “sure. What do you want to know about me?”
Cato gave you a boyish smile, “everything, beautiful.”
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