James- (The Mortal Instruments)
It was nearly midnight, and the party for James was still going on. At this rate, it would last all week. You were sitting on the snowy steps, when a voice caused you to jump. "What are you doing out here? Wouldn't you rather be inside?" Jessamine asked. Jessamine was a ghost of a shadowhunter who once lived at the institute, who was meant to protect it. "I don't know, Jessie. Everything is changing. It seems like it was just yesterday that James arrived here, and now he's of age and likely to leave..." You sighed. "Are you blind, (Y/N)? That boy isn't going anywhere! He would go anywhere without you! He's in-" Jessamine wasn't able to finish her sentence because the institute door opened to reveal James. Jessamine disappeared as James sat next to you. "Not enjoying the party?" He asked. "Just...tired." You lied. "Come on (Y/N), you think I don't know you better than that? What's going on?" You turned your body to face James and said, "I'm scared James. We're growing up and everything is changing. Hell, your 18 now! I can remember that little 12 year old, scared out of his bloody mind when he first came to the institute! And now, you're all grown up...i'm just scared that we're going to lose you. That I'm going to lose you." You sighed and put your head down when James didn't reply. "You'll never lose me. Don't you know that? Yeah, growing up is scary, but that's life. We can't stop it, we cant change it. But I can promise you right now, that you will have never ever lose me. Do you understand?" He placed his hand under your chin and slowly made you face him. "I love you, (Y/N)." James said. Then, he leaned in to kiss you, only he never did. A drunken Richard, one of the other inhabitants of the institute, stumbled out onto the front porch where you and James were. The two of you quickly backed apart, and helped get Richard up to his room. James picked him up and laid him down in his bed, before quietly exiting the room. He then grabbed your hand and led you through the institute. Growing up here, you knew the in's and out's of the institute. You knew which door you had to push harder to get in, you knew which step creaked when you walked on it, you knew which mirror was actually a secret passageway throughout the institute. What you didn't know, was where on earth James was taking you! He led you through various hallways, and you eventually ended up in his bedroom. "Why couldn't you just go the quicker route?" You asked him? "I wouldn't have been able to hold your hand as long." He said smiling, making you blush. James walked over to and opened his closet, beckoning you to follow him. You looked to where he was pointing and saw a small door in the back. He opened it and crawled through. "Come on, (Y/N)." You got down on your knees and followed behind him. After crawling for a few minutes, the tunnel opened up into a room, just smaller than your bedroom. There was a blanket laid out, with small candles lit all around the room. As you were admiring the scene, James grabbed a bouquet of roses from behind the blanket and gave them to you. "This-this is so sweet James. I don't even know what to say." "Say you love me (Y/N). Please, return my feelings. I love you, and I need to know if you love me too." Instead of responding, you set the roses down. James's face fell. You leaned in and kissed his soft lips with such a passion, that the two of you ended up falling onto the blanket underneath of you. "Of course I love you James. That's why I care so much." James sighed a happy sigh, now knowing that you loved him.
Bradley- (The Hunger Games)
18 dead. 6 left. You were extremely surprised that you and Brad had made it this far. For a couple of 13 year olds from District 12, you were doing pretty good. Brad was out looking through the destroyed village the two of you had found, for food and supplies. As you sat sharpening your knife, the infamous cannon went off. "Brad!" You screamed without thinking. Slapping your hand over your mouth, you picked up your knife and ran as fast as you could in the direction Brad had went. You ran what seemed like miles, but when you turned back you could still see your camp. You sighed, before noticing a familiar curly mop lying on the ground. You hurried as quickly as you could and leaned over Brad's body. "Brad." You whispered, shaking him slightly. "Brad!" You said again. Your hands began to shake as you put your head over Brad's chest to check for a heartbeat. You sighed in relief as you heard it. Brad's eyes slowly opened as you were still leaned over his chest. "(Y/N)?" He said quietly. You shot up, looking him in the eyes. "Brad!" You cried, wrapping your arms around him. "I-I thought you were dead." Brad's arms wrapped around you and you realized how strong they had become over the course of the time you were in there. Brad put his hands on either side of your face and pulled out of the hug, and touched his forehead to yours. "(Y/N)?" He whispered. "You know how much I care about you, but if were going to die in here, I have to tell you. (Y/N), I love you. I love you so damn much and I would do anything for you." Brad then leaned in and touched his lips to yours. You were shocked for a moment, before you wrapped your hands back around his neck. He wrapped his around your middle and the two of you seemed to stay like that for what seemed like hours, but was most likely seconds. You pulled your lips away from Brad's and said "I love you too, Brad." "Then you'll understand why I have to do this." He said quietly. You looked up, brows furrowed, and saw that Brad had tears running down his face. "Brad? You're scaring me." You said, backing away slightly. "I love you..." He whispered. Arms still wrapped around you, Brad plunged a knife into your back, right where your heart was. You screamed out in pain, looking at Brad's face one last time to see it contorted in pain and covered in tears, before all went black.
*third person*
Brad felt his heart shatter as he did it, but he had to. He could kill her quickly, while everyone else would torture her slowly. Brad and (Y/N) were the youngest two in the arena, and the other tributes just couldn't seem to wait to get their hands on them. The cannon went off, signaling (Y/N) had died, and Brad broke down. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He had killed his best friend, his love. But he did it to save her. It was the only way. Only one person could make it out alive, and it would have never been her. He did her a positive by killing her quickly. Brad stood up, taking one last look at (Y/N) before heading off. Three days after (Y/N) was killed the cannon went off a final time. Brad laid bloody and broken on the ground in the cornucopia, the final tribute beside him in the same shape. He did it. Bradley William Simpson, a 13 year old from District 12, had won the Hunger Games. A drone flew overhead and came into Brad's vision, filming him. He sat up and waved slightly at the camera. He then looked at the mess around him and spotted a knife nearby. He got up, grabbed the knife, and faced the camera. "This has gone on for too long. I was forced against my will to kill my best friend and I will never be able to live with myself for that. Mom, Dad, Nat, i'm sorry. This is for (Y/N)." The gamemakers came over the loudspeakers, yelling at Brad to stop, but it was too late. He had already plunged the knife into his heart.
Tristan- (Divergent)
It was another 2 weeks until you had time to speak with Tristan again, but the first thing you asked him was about this 'mistake'. "We can't talk here," He whispered into your ear while he hugged you. "Meet me by the fountain tonight at 10." You agreed and watched as Tris walked off. Later that night you headed off to the fountain to find that Tris was already there. He was pacing back and forth when you reached him. "Tris?" You questioned. He said nothing, only headed in the direction of some trees. You quickly caught up to him and slipped your hand in his. Tris tightened his hand so he had a death grip on yours. "Tristan." You said once the two of you were completely surrounded by trees. "What is going on?" He sighed and sat down, patting the grass next to him. You sat and he began. "Growing up I always wanted to join Erudite. I had always loved their brilliance. I especially wanted to join when I found out that your were going to switch here." He looked up at you, hand still in his, causing you to blush. "Then I took my aptitude test, where I found out I was...I was divergent." You sat in silence for a moment before he continued again. "The lady warned me that I would be safest staying in Candor, and you saw that I almost did. But I couldn't. I couldn't give up my dream like that. As soon as I switched my hand to the Erudite bowl, I knew that I shouldn't have. The way I did it...they'll know! And when they know...they'll kill me." Tristan broke off and laid down, staring up at the stars. You laid down next to him and rested your head on his chest. "Tris, whatever happens, i'll be here with you. If they want to kill you, they'll have to kill me too. I won't let you go through this alone." Even though you couldn't see him, you knew Tris was smiling. He sighed. "That's why I love you..." He said aloud, causing you to sit up. "What?" Tristan became flustered and quickly sat up. "I, umm, well I, umm-" You cut him off by leaning in and kissing him. You felt how tense he was, but he quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. You pulled apart and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I love you Tris, and I won't let anything happen to you." Tristan smiled and kissed you once again, and the two of you felt like the happiest people in the world.
Connor- (Harry Potter)
You looked up and saw that Connor was posing shirtless on the ground. "Really, Connor?" You grumbled. "I'm not going to draw you." Connor sighed and slipped his shirt back on, returning to his spot next to you. "Lets play a game." He said, breaking the silence. "You just wont stop bugging me, will you?" He shook his head and explained the rules of the game. "What ever you say, you have to end with a question. Ready?" "Yes." You said. "Question?" "Oh! Hmm. What is your favorite spell you have learned so far?" Connor thought for a minute before answering. "Probably Lumos, it tends to be the most useful for me. What do you miss most about the muggle world when you are here, besides your family?" "Probably my music, because wizard music is weird." Connor laughed, but nodded in agreement. "Worst memory?" You asked him. "Bloody Hell, probably the time I had to tell my family I was sorted into Slytherin. They were furious for months." You studied Connor's face as he looked out at the lake. Against your best judgement, you reached out and covered Connor's hand with yours. He looked as you questioningly. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Connor." You said quietly. The two of you then sat for a few moments in silence, before you rested your head on Connor's shoulder. "I really like you, (Y/N). You know that, right?" This time it was your turn to look at him questioningly. "Why? I'm nothing but rude to you." Connor shifted his body so he was opposite from you before answering. "Why? Because you're smart and beautiful, (Y/N). You see the real me, not this persona that others perceive of me. You treat me like a regular person, not some rich, spoiled kid." You were speechless. "Connor...i've hated you for so long...how can you even say any of this! Is this some kind of joke!" By now you were standing, thinking that Connor was just trying to play tricks on you. Connor quickly stood up too."No! Do you really think i'd be that cruel to do something like that?" You sighed and slumped back down onto the ground. "No..." Connor sat next to you again, this time a little bit closer. "I'm sorry, Connor. I guess I'm just kind of jealous. Everyone loves you and knows you, while i'm just a nobody..." Connor faced you and put his hand under your chin, tilting it towards him. "You are not a nobody. Not to me." Then, the boy that you hated since the day you laid eyes on him, they boy who could have had anyone he wanted, hell, the boy you had been secretly crushing on for years kissed you. And it was everything you could have ever imagined. When the kiss ended, you buried your head in Connor's shoulder, tears streaming down your face. "W-what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Connor asked nervously. You lifted you head up and laughed, wiping your tears. "No, Con. It was perfect." You leaned in and kissed again before walking up to the castle, hand in hand.
