FOURTRIS! NUMBER #1 on my list of Divergent oneshots, written in an attempt to releive my writers' block. Songfic: Beating Heart/Ellie Goulding (NOT ALL DIVERGENT ONESHOT FICS WILL BE SONGFICS!).
Hair the color of the wheat fields surrounding Amity littered the floor; the buildings outside are covered with Abnegation-signature moss. Tris remembered her transfer from Abnegation; the cchoice, the train, the jump down to the net. Her hesitation in doing so. The hand that helped her out of the net, the eyes.
And then, Four, the guy attached to the hand, with the brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
Eyes Make Their Peace
In difficulties
Their first kiss.
With Wounded Lips
And
Salted Cheeks
Sacrificing herself for Four, for the Dauntless and the Factionless, and her friends.
And Finally
We Step To Leave
To The Departure Lounge
Of Disbelief
Her, under the fear syrum.
And I Don't Know Where I'm Going
But I Know It's Gonna Be A Long Time
Peter and Four resquing her. Being taken to the Candor Faction headquarters, being put under the truth syrum, hurting Christina.
And I'll Be Leaving In The Morning
Come The White Wine Bitter Sunlight
She'd been missing Four quite a lot lately.
Wanna Feel Your
Beating Heart
Tonight
She remembered nightmare-filled nights as an Initiate, sleeping in Four's room.
Before The
Bleeding Sun
Comes Alive
What would he do in her place?
I Want To Make The Best Of
What Is Left
Hold Tight
He'd want to see you one more time. He'd want hear me one more time.
And Hear My
Beating Heart
One Last Time
"Stop it!" Tris hissed at herself, wiping at her cheeks, carefully avoiding them with the sissors in one hand. "He wouldn't want you to do THIS."
"Be Brave, Tris. The first fear is always the worst." His words echoed in my head, and the tears flowed freer this time, out of her eyes and down her neck.
"I want him," Tris choked. "One last time. . . . "
Before Daylight
Tris despretely conjured up an image, a memory of him. The first that came up was the fear simulation him.
She smiled through her tears, though the memory was tainted with emmbarrassment.
The Canyon
Underneath The Trees
Behind The Dark Sky
You Looked at me
Four walking slowly to her; the four-poster behind her and the plain Abnegation house of her childhood. The kiss. Him, unziping her jacket; going for her shirt after a minute, and her pushing him away. Her stern whisper-of-warning.
I Fell For You
Like Autumn Leaves
Tris remembered the book she'd oh-so-loved as a child: The Fault In Our Stars (I had too), the line that she totally understood, that associated to her and Four's relationship so closely: I fell in love like you fall asleep—slowly, then all at once.
And then she remembered her own incompetence.
Never Faded
Evergreen
She remembered him, his masquline beauty, his sexiness; she herself was short, skinny, small-chested, and her nose was too long, her eyes too big. Next to him, she looked like a toddler, and he looked like a perfect young man.
And I Don't Know Where I'm Going
But I Know It's Gonna Be A Long Time
Cause I'll Be Leaving In The Morning
Come The White Wine And Bitter Sunlight
Tris's eyes had closed in sadness; she opened them, as she heard someone rustling about in her kitchen, and smiled a watery smile.
Wanna Hear Your
Beating Heart
Tonight
She waited for him to make it too her, that smear on his cheek and his hair cut Abnegation-short.
Before The Bleeding Sunday
Comes Alive
The sun was coming up; Tris trimmed the last bit of her hair in the rising light.
I Want To Make The Best Of
What Is Left
Hold Tight
She heard him behind her, and snipped a last lock of her hair.
I Want To
Make The Best Of
What Is Left
Hold Tight
His hands touch her shoulders as she set down the sissors. She smiled at him in the mirror, and reached back to wipe a bit of Dauntless cake off of his cheek. His hands moved down her shoulders and sides, entertwining themselves over her stomach, and she turned her head to kiss him.
And Feel My Beating Heart
One Last Time
This couldn't last; it never lasted, Tris thought, as he pulled off her jacket. This was familiar territory: he'd done it about three times a day in the last three weeks.
She pulled him to the bedroom door, opening it, and kissing him against the post of the bed. The same one from her fear simulation.
Then she pulled his shirt off.
He didn't have any tattoos.
I can't Face This
Now Everything
Has Changed
Tris didn't care; she never cared anymore. She kissed him again.
I Just Wanna Be
By Your Side
He pushed her onto the bed.
Here's Hoping We Collide
Here's Hoping We Collide
"Tris," He whispered against the corner of her mouth.
Here it comes. . . ., Tris thought.
Here's Hoping We Collide
No, please, not yet.
Wanna Feel Your
Beating Heart
Tonight
Tris turned her head so their lips met. He kissed her back, slowly, but she deepened the kiss, grabbing the back of his neck.
Before The Bleeding Sun
Comes Alive
The sun was coming up; it shined on the couple making out of the bed, bringing light to Tris's hair and lightening Four's hair.
I Want To Make The Best Of
What Is Left
Hold Tight
He was pulling back again, hands on her shoulders to keep her from embracing him again.
"Four," Tris said, in an almost appalled voice, and tried to kiss him again; failed.
"Tris," He said, smiling. Stop. "I want to tell you something."
NO! "Look, I know you love me!" Tris exclaimed. "Now, c'mere." He was unyeilding under her hands, but bent down himself, and kissed the ear he'd cut during training.
"Tris-"
"Four!" She interupted, exasperrated.
"It's okay," He whispered. She could feel him smiling against her skin. "I l-ove yoooouuu. . . "
And Hear My Beating Heart
One Last Time
Tris sat up, burrying her head in her hands, and began to cry, numbly.
He didn't stay. He never stayed. He will never stay.
Ever.
Tris cried harder. She wanted his comfort, his smell. She wanted her Tobias back, not this Four-robot that didn't have any tattoos, that didn't feel or smell like Tobias, or even Four-the-instructor.
I don't want a Fourbot.
Wanna Hear Your
Beating Heart
Tonight.
"One last time," Tris whispered into her hands. "One last time."
