Katniss on fire by *palnk

Do you think you would have had the courage to volunteer as Katniss did?

“Your favorite color… it’s green?” “That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And your’s is orange.”“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.”Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then he nods his head. “Thank you.” But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

- Katniss & Peeta {Mockingjay}

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. It’s nothing compared to what I went through. I cut off my bone and skin. Laying on the operating table… did you know whom I thought of? I didn’t know… I thought that was painful. But this is worse. You broke my heart. Tissue won’t fix it.”

200 Pounds Beauty [2006]

Lee Min Ho :)

If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were….My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. “No, I won’t let you.” “Trust me,” I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. “On the count of three?”