Tris and Peter Fanfiction

Hi guys, this is my new fanfiction on The Divergent Series. I like the idea of pairing up Peter and Tris because it's funny seeing two people who have issues with each other get closer and open up so I thought I would try something different. I kind of really like shipping people who were never together in the actual book/movie because it's really unique seeing them bond. I hope you find this fanfic okay.

All characters belong to Veronica Roth – author of the divergent series!

TRIS POV

I walked over to the five bowls containing my future ahead. My hand hovered over all of them and I took the knife from the side. My mother watched me with innocent eyes as I slit my soft skin and grasped my hand shut. I still had to decide. My hand untightened as I rested it directly at the abnegation bowl. I wasn't selfless but there was nowhere else I could go. My father smiled at me, reassuring me that my choice was the correct one. I was now officially abnegation.

Tris woke from her nightmare and her eyes drifted away to her clock. It was six am and time to get up. She could already smell the burnt toast her brother Caleb made every morning. It had become a routine a couple of months ago: wake up, eat shredded toast, work, come back, peek at her reflection, eat dinner and then sleep.

Tris had grown tired of repeating the same steps over and over again. Her mother would sometimes scowl at her for raising a spoon to her face, knowing it was forbidden. Tris, however, would go to the local lake on weekends and would sit and gaze at herself. She was far off selfless. She could remember what she looked like better than anyone else; strawberry blonde hair, pale skin, blue-green eyes, tiny height and a thin figure.

Today was the day that Tris and her brother Caleb would be put into an official faction. She already knew Caleb would stay in abnegation but Tris wanted to be who she truly was and by staying in her born faction, she couldn't. She swayed down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Caleb and her father were sitting adjacent to each other and were completing their own separate crosswords. Black, crispy toast was piled on a plate in the middle of the table accompanied by a small jar of jam preserve and margarine.

Tris wrinkled her nose at the pang of the jam. It had been stored in the main food cupboard for as long as she'd known. She never liked jam or anything but margarine though and her family had learned to lay it on the table right next to the jam whom everyone dipped their knives into but her.

Caleb looked up from his crossword and smiled at Tris.

"Are you excited?" his voice was shaky with nervousness. Caleb was always an expert on getting stressed; even at the slightest event would butterflies appear in his stomach. Tris shook her head.

"More like scared." Caleb laughed at her remark and continued his crossword, writing down a few letters in the blank gaps. Tris' father was next to look up as she heaved herself onto a seat.

"Choose wisely, Beatrice." He spoke as if he had been preparing this statement for a very long time. She nodded slowly and reached out for the margarine and a piece of toast. Tris' mother entered the room with a small pencil behind her ear.

"It is nearly time to go. Tris, I need to cut your hair." She added and Tris got up from her seat. Her mother was a short woman with brown hair and soft wrinkles nestled at her cheeks when she smiled but she rarely did. Tris remembered the times when she did though and acknowledged them.

Tris' hair was thick and straight and ran past her shoulders. Tris didn't really care for her hair. Her mother brushed it carefully and as always, the hair stuck to the brush like static. She could hear the snip noises of the scissors when they cut at her hair and by the time her hair was finished, it came to above her breasts.

Tris fished around for an elastic band and shoved her hair into a low ponytail before following her family out of the house. Choosing day had arrived and the day before, she and Caleb had had their aptitude test but were not able to share their information with anyone. Tris was warned by her test proctor Tori that she couldn't tell anyone about her results as Tris was divergent.

She didn't worry about being divergent as she didn't know what is meant and forgot about it after that. Now as she sat in her allocated seat in the ceremony building, she remembered. Shaking the thought off her head, she looked around the giant arena. There were front and back seats and balcony seats for important people. Tris was somewhat in the middle, sitting next to Caleb and another unknown abnegation person.

As she looked around, she noticed how colourful the other factions looked with bright clothing and how dull her faction chose to be, wearing grey clothing. Tris was dressed in a plain grey dress that came below her knees. There was a small stage at the front with a long table. There were five bowls placed evenly on the table from where Tris would have to choose.

The chattering fell to hushed whispers as Jeanine Matthews entered the stage from the back curtain. She had blonde, short hair brushed back to sitting behind her ears and she was wearing a white dress with inappropriate heels. Her face plastered on a fake smile as she looked up at all the factions but her sheepish grin fell at abnegation. Erudite had never liked abnegation after all.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the choosing ceremony. Today, we will celebrate as young adults will choose their rightful place in our homely civilization and will say their goodbyes to family members if necessary." She paused and paced to the other side of the stage.

"Today, young adults, you will discover who you truly are and remember: faction before blood." Her smile faded as a small man scuttled to her holding a blue clipboard. Jeanine took it and her eyes drooped down onto it.

"First we have Sarah Miller please." She spoke, emphasising the please. Tris daydreamed through most of the ceremony, catching only glimpses of the action. Most of her abnegation stayed in their faction or left for amity. Then, it was Caleb's turn.

"Caleb Prior?" Jeanine Matthews looked up from the clipboard and Caleb started to get up. Tris squeezed his hand and he smiled nervously at her before scampering down the stairs quickly. He shook hands with Jeanine and stood in front of the bowls.

Without hesitation, Caleb drew blood from his skin but then shakily rested it at abnegation. Tris smiled. She knew her brother too well. Suddenly, Caleb withdrew his hand and the fresh blood dripped onto Erudite. Tris gasped and her eyes, without delay, watered.

Her father would spend nights throwing hateful words at Erudite on the dinner table and Caleb would never flinch. In fact, he would agree. Tris had never known his interest in Erudite. She and her brother were taught to despise Erudite and Tris did. She felt as if she didn't know her brother. What had become of him?

"Tris Prior." Jeanine's voice bellowed, sending Tris back from her daydream. Caleb was somehow already in the Erudite area and was looking straight ahead at anything but her. She sighed and ran down the stairs to the stage. People glared at her from the audience and someone from Dauntless whistled as she past the faction. She blushed and made her way to Jeanine. Jeanine didn't even give the effort to shake her hand and Tris stood in front of the table awkwardly.

She had to think about this: she couldn't choose Erudite because she hated them, she couldn't choose Amity because she didn't want to face an eternity of being kind, she couldn't choose Candor because she lied all the time and she couldn't choose Abnegation because she was not in the least selfless. That left her with Dauntless. Was she really that willing to jump off trains and risk her life for a living?

Tris gulped and drew blood with the knife. Her blood coiled at her knuckle and then dropped down onto the dauntless bowl. The audience gasped with surprise and some of the Dauntless cheered. She stepped back through the audience to a spare seat in the dauntless faction. Someone patted her on the arm hardly. She spun round and saw the leader of dauntless nodding at her in respect.

"The only abnegation to choose dauntless. You chose well." Tris smiled and looked back at the ceremony. Only five more people came after her and soon, the ceremony was finished. The dauntless cheered and many crowded around Tris in awe. She shrugged as they beckoned her over to the other initiates and then joined the newbies.

A girl her age approached her with short, black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a sheepish grin.

"I'm Christina. I'm in - I mean I was in Candor. You must be the abnegation girl." Christian shook Tris' hand violently.

"I'm Tris, nice to meet you." They started talking about their old factions and why they left when suddenly a boy walked over to them. He had brown hair and green eyes and he was looking at Tris coldly.

"Christina." He addressed her. He must have been in Candor as well. His eyes lurked down at Tris and he laughed.

"And what do we have here? A Stiff!" he roared with laughter and Tris ignored his insult, brushing it past her. She pulled off a crooked smile.

"A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tris." Her voice was sweet but had anger in it. The boy's evil grin grew bigger.

"I can't believe you joined dauntless. You won't pass stage one. I'll bet you on that." He laughed again and Christina looked at him sharply. Tris, again, was not hurt by what he had said and looked him in the eye.

"I'll try my best." Was all Tris said before smiling again and walking away from the boy. Christina soon followed with an anxious look on her face. Her mouth was pressed in a straight line. Tris smiled again.

"I'm so sorry about Peter. He is such a jerk." She spat out loud enough for Peter to turn around from his conversation with some other dauntless members. Tris looked away, fuming inside and glanced back at Christina who was smiling again.

"Come on, I heard you get to jump on a train!" she squealed with excitement. Tris' mouth flew open and then she closed it. She had chosen dauntless knowing the consequences. Besides, how hard could jumping on and off a moving train that could cost you your life if you don't hold on hard enough be?

The train was moving slower than Tris had imagined it to be and she ran to the nearest doorway of it. The only problem was jumping in. There was no handle she could hold on to so that she could get herself on. Christina had already dived into the train not long ago. A strong hand peeked from the doorway and she plummeted into the train, gripping onto the hand. As she landed in a heap, the hand was still holding onto her. She looked up. It was Peter. She let go of him nimbly and blushed.

"Err, thanks." She said at him and then backed away, not looking at him.

"No problem Stiff." He snorted and Tris awkwardly left him to search for Christina. Her hand was still clammy from his grip. Christina was talking to two boys. One was tall and skinny and the other was even taller and muscular. Tris walked casually towards them and greeted Christina.

"Hi Tris! These are Al and Will." She grinned. Al turned out to be the muscular one and he glanced at Tris.

"Nice to meet you Tris, I was Candor like Christina." He nodded his head and then Will spoke.

"I was Erudite but I was too dumb." Tris laughed and shook his hand. Without warning, a whistle noise came from the front train.

"Time to get off, I guess." Tris' voice shook at this and then motioned towards the train entrance again. This time, Tris jumped before Christina and landed neatly on her two feet after catching her balance in the air. Al soon followed and grinned at Tris as they trudged through the grass to the other initiates.

A man, only in his early twenties, was stood at the front. He had tattoos that slithered up his neck to where his chin started. The tattoos were of fire and other unknown symbols to Tris. He flashed a cruel smile and pointed to a hole on a damaged building next to him.

"Hello, I am Eric and I will be teaching most of you. The first test: jumping off a building; an act of bravery. So, who would like to jump first?" he asked.

"I dare you to jump first, Stiff." Peter hissed in her ear. Tris smiled and stepped forward towards Eric. Peter's breath hitched.

"I would like to jump first please." She said politely and a few of the initiates snickered. Eric also laughed after nodding.

"Okay then, abnegation girl, jump." Tris inhaled and looked down at the hole. It was completely dark. What if she died? What if the hole just leads to nowhere? Tris sighed and took a lurched forward into the darkness.

The next few seconds were a blur. Tris was falling, her leg tangled with her hands and her neck rising up for a breath that she couldn't catch. Then she landed with a bounce. She was lying on a comfortable net. She laughed uncontrollably. There was a net.

A boy stood over Tris and pulled her off the net.

"What's your name?" he bellowed and Tris flinched.

"Um, Tris." She then noticed a crowd of other dauntless surrounding her in awe.

"First jumper Tris." He shouted and the dauntless cheered wildly, some patting Tris on the back. Then another noise came from the net and Tris' eyes flicked back to where she had landed. Peter was the second jumper.

"Woah." He mumbled and dived off the net to Tris. She looked away angrily.

"I didn't know you would actually do it, Stiff." He chuckled and Tris punched his arm jokily.

"Never judge a book by its cover, right?" Tris quoted and Peter sniggered at her.

"Right." He agreed and Tris walked over to the net and looked up to see who would come next. Will dropped down and gave out a whoop as the dauntless congratulated him. Tris grinned at him and gave him a high-five.

When all of the initiates had jumped, the instructor paced about them.

"I'm Four and I'll be your instructor for a few of the training activities." Tris chuckled under her breath.

"Anything funny, Stiff?" he asked, his voice frightening. Tris shrugged her arms casually.

"Nothing." Four looked at her coolly and then broke the contact.

"You can go look around in partners." He dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Tris waddled over to Christina and they started through the area. There was a pit filled with dirty water, a single bedroom packed with army-like beds, a training area with a row of punching bags and a few mats, another training area with just mats and a central platform for the main fights, a large balcony, some unknown corridors Tris and Christina didn't dare to go through and a large cafeteria.

"Does this mean we have to sleep in the same room as the boys?" Tris queried and Christina nodded her head miserably.

"There are only four girl transfers and ten boy transfers so yes unfortunately." Tris whimpered as they entered the bedroom again. Most of the transfers had already chosen a bed and that left Christina with only two choices available. A bed next to a vicious girl named Molly and a bed next to Peter. Tris ran to the bed sided with Molly's but Christina pushed her out of the way and hogged the bed. Tris pouted and slowly walked over to the dreaded bed next to Peter who was looking very pleased.

"You are going to pay for this, Christina." Tris warned and then jumped heartily onto her bed. It made a small creak but Tris didn't care and leaned on the bed frame. Christina smiled cheekily before starting to do her bed sheets. Tris then got up, ignoring Peter still staring at her and then made her bed, pulling the bed sheet into the duvet cover.

When she had finished, she saw Peter who was still fumbling with his pillowcase, let alone started his duvet cover. Tris sighed and looked over.

"Want any help over there?" she asked with annoyance in her voice.

"No, why would I ask a Stiff for help?" he insulted her. Tris walked over to him and wrenched the sheets off his tight grip.

"You are so annoying." She mumbled and as quick as a flash, made his bed as he looked curiously at her.

"Thanks, Stiff, but I would have done it by myself." He huffed. Tris rolled her eyes.

"Sure." She said sarcastically and then saw Al walk over to her.

"Hey, want to go get our new dauntless clothes, Tris?" he requested. Tris nodded and followed him out of the room after eyeing Peter one last time.

There was a large laundry basket filled with black clothes. Tris scanned through the large amount of clothing and then found a black T-shirt and black leggings to go with it. She slung them over her shoulder as Al lowered his hands through the basket. He too, in the end, found a simple black T-shirt with black trousers instead of leggings. They walked back in silence into the bedroom to get changed.

Peter had already gotten some clothes and was fully dressed in black. He gazed at Tris and she gestured him to look away as she rapidly put on her new clothes. They fit her perfectly. She then retied her ponytail, making it higher. She then found her way to the pit, Will and Christina trailing after her.

Eric was stood, waiting at the front of all the dauntless initiates and was smiling in a dreadful way. Tris wrinkled her nose as his eyes lurked towards her. She looked away in disgust and turned her eyes to Christina who was shaking uncontrollably. She nudged her gently.

"What's going on, Christina?" she whispered and Christina's eyes flicked over to hers.

"You're going to be fighting first; with Peter." She whispered back and Tris gasped. She looked over to the large board of fighters and saw her name plastered onto it right next to Peter's. She backed away, bumping into someone and as she turned to apologize, she saw it was Peter.

"Hey, Stiff, the first fight is me and you. I'll go easy on you if you cry but trust me, you do not want to see me fight a girl. It gets nasty." He smirked, grinning like a pathetic idiot. Tris shook her head, eyeing him angrily.

"Well, Candor boy, may the best person win. If you cry, I'll go easy on you." She joked and with that, took his hand and shook it. He looked surprised but shook hers back before regaining his arm and leaving the pit to get ready. Tris sighed. This was going to be a long fight.