The Young and the Dangerous

by Ifangirloverbooks

The war is over, and it was left Tris and Tibias with only hope left to cling on to. Will is alive and the factions are still together after a revolution. This is a fluffy fanfic about Fourtris and Willstina. Beware of lemons.

Tris POV

I wake up to Tobias's breath on my neck. I haven't woken up as peaceful as this in what seems like ages. The nightmares I have are constantly reoccurring, and most of the time I wake up in fits of screams of terror.

Tobias's arm is wrapped around my waist tightly, so I decide it's better not to move yet. I can't tell what the time is because the clock is on the night stand, which I can 't reach without moving, but from the faint yellow glow coming form the window, I guess it's still way to soon to get up anyways.

I take a deep breath and feel all of my muscles relax. His bed smells like him.

Obviously it smells like him, he sleeps in it everyday. And for a while now, so do I.

The war may have left me with a few scars, but it has not left me without hope, and that is what I cling to. That is what I rely on. And for a while now, it has been enough. The hope of a future where I don't have to worry, and it will be just me and Tobias, living peacefully without fear.