Thank you guest for pointing out some things I didn't mention or highlight. Usually, I do build things up for people to realize or get later. So I won't be going into how much of Fourtis happened until it becomes important later. It's important, which is why Peter brought it up, but not yet. As far as Al, I wrote him back into the story. He didn't die in this story but I just don;t care about his character at all so I forget about him a lot. Oooops. So he's alive. So can we all just pretend he was in the first chapter and was so homesick that he was just spending the most amount of time he can spend with his fmaily before going back to dauntless? Because that's what I'm having him do xD

This takes place after phase 1 but before phase 2 finished, so the chasm scene did NOT happen. Peter did not grope her or try to kill her, yay. :) I usually always take that scene out anyway when I'm shipping Petris because that scene is the reason why I won't ship them in canon settings.

Anyway, hope that cleared it up. PM me if you have more questions

This is AU/canon blend (war averted)

Rated M: strong language/possible sexual content (will go back and rate T if my muses do not give me the sex)

I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations; just my oc's

enjoy :)

Tris sighed softly as she trailed behind Will and Christina. She glanced to the right and felt her lips twitch up a little. Al was sitting next to a short woman with wild curls. She must have been staring off into space for too long because she yelped shortly after, a small sting in her shoulder. She glared at Christina. "What?"

"Were you even listening to me?" she asked with a small pout.

Tris slumped a little as she leaned on the wall, the coldness of it tingling her skin. "Sorry, Chris."

"What's up with you?" she asked, her fingers entwining with Will's as her eyebrows knitted together.

"I just have a lot on my mind," Tris responded. She did have a lot on her mind, though. She glanced around the wide room, the sun glittering over the white and black marbled floors.

And there he was. Sunlight bringing out the blues and purples in his dark hair. He was talking with Molly and Drew, but Tris kept her eyes on him. He was handsome, a strong jaw-line and intriguing green-brown eyes. A wicked smirk that made knees weak. But it was Peter. Tris shook her head, averting her gaze when he had glanced to her—that lopsided smirk sliding over his lips.

Christina snorted. "Does it have anything to do with your temporary roommate last night?"

Tris felt heat crawl up her neck, goosebumps prickling over her arms. "What?"

Christina's lips pulled up in a brilliant smirk. "A certain someone came to our room last night. The same someone that left when I visited Will." Tris watched Will smirk softly, his cheeks pink. "What's going on between you and Prickly Peter?"

"Prickly Peter?"

Christina shrugged. "Not one of my better ones but—don't change the subject, Tris."

Tris let out a deep sigh. "Nothing is going on between us."

"Because if I need to hurt him for you, I will."

"No one needs to—"

"Who is hurting someone?" a smooth voice asked.

Tris inhaled sharply as she looked to her right, Peter standing right beside her—his shoulder so close to her that his warmth was invading her skin. Christina had opened her mouth to speak but Tris beat her to it, a pointed look on her face. "No one is hurting anyone."

"Yet," Christina muttered, her arms crossing her chest.

Tris chewed on the inside of her cheek as an awkward silence fell over them. "Weren't you and Will going to run off and make-out somewhere?" Peter asked, his hand pressing against the wall behind Tris—her back brushing against his arm.

"Don't you have something sort of evil to do, Hayes? Like kick a puppy?" she retorted.

Tris felt Peter tense, his arm shaking slightly. "I'll see you later, Chris," she said, a small smile on her face. Christina opened her mouth but sealed her lips quickly as Will pulled her away. She gave Peter a pointed look. "Why are you here?"

"I can't talk to you?" He gave her a mock pout and Tris ignored the way her stomach was doing flips.

"So talk." She knew what he was going to say but no words escaped his lips. She tilted her head to the side, taking in how his cheeks seemed a bit pinker and his lower lip was a bit chapped—teeth marks splitting the skin. "I don't know, Peter. How is she going to believe it? I mean, you hate me."

Something dark and unreadable flashed across his face before he turned to her, their eyes locked together. "You think I hate you?"

Sighing Tris leaned back a little, a gasp on her tongue as Peter's arm wrapped around her shoulders. She gave him a questioning look when a familiar voice slithered past her ear.

"Fancy meeting you here, Peter," Jasmine said as her long legs carried her towards them. She narrowed her eyes when she noticed Peter's arm around Tris before a wicked smirk crossed her face. "Tris, you look lovely this morning."

Tris snorted. "And you've finally learned my name."

She heard Peter let out a small laugh before clearing his throat. "Is there something you need, Jasmine?"

There was a fondness in his voice when he spoke to Jasmine and Tris couldn't understand why. She was so mean and rude—an icicle. There was something else in his tone, something she couldn't yet place. Jasmine quirked a delicate brow. "The trial seems to be taking a long time. They're not going to be getting to the leaders until tomorrow."

Peter shrugged softly, his body pressing closer to Tris' in the process. "So?"

Jasmine's hazel eyes went from Peter to Tris and back to Peter, a slender finger tapping on her chin. "Guess I'll be seeing you for at least another day." She smiled warmly and Tris wanted to punch her smile off. "See you around, Peter." She looked Tris over shortly, sucking on her teeth. "Trick." With that, she walked off.

Peter let out a deep breath but he didn't let go of Tris. "I'll do it."

"What?"

Tris exhaled slowly before turning in his embrace, their eyes locking back together. "I said: I'll do it. I'll pretend to be your girlfriend." Peter's lips slowly pulled up into a grin, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "But, there will be rules."

Peter nodded softly. "Okay."

"I want to know why you're doing this. What you want from me and from Jasmine. And it has to be the truth. I'll drag Christina in this to make sure—"

Peter rolled his eyes as he dismissed her with a wave of his free hand, his other hand rubbing small circles on her shoulder. "Fine."

Tris scoffed as she slipped out of his embrace, her arms wrapping around herself. "And we need to discuss some ground rules with that."

"With what?" Peter asked, his eyebrows quirking up. "The touching?"

She nodded. "Former Abnegation, remember? I'll work with you but we have to limit the affection. We're pretending anyway, so it shouldn't be too hard right?"

Peter nodded. "So what's allowed?"

"Holding hands I think is fine," she said, her lower lip between her teeth. "I guess I was okay with your arm around my shoulder." She sighed as she watched Peter's tongue lick over his bottom lip, something strange pinching in her lower gut. "Kissing. I don't—"

He smirked at her, his arms crossing over his chest. "Couples have to kiss, Tris."

She gave him a pointed look. "You agreed."

He held up his hands in mock defense. "Okay, okay. I agreed, you win. But," he whispered as he leaned in closer to her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin. "I'm not going to stop what happens."

A shiver pulsed down her spine and she hoped he didn't notice as he pulled back. "I also want to know what she said to you the night of the choosing ceremony."

He looked uncomfortable then, his smirk gone and his hand was rubbing his neck. After a long moment of silence, he sighed softly and nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?"

He nodded again. "But I want to be able to ask you one question at the end of this and you have to answer me honestly."

She felt her heart drum up her throat, the beating warming up her neck as she chewed on her inner cheek. "Fine."

He smiled softly, a sigh on his tongue. "I'm really thankful that you're doing this, Tris."

"I'm thankful that you're calling me by my name," she muttered.

She hated the way her stomach was doing flips at his lopsided smirk, his hand running through his hair and her fingers itching to do the same. "It would be rude to call my girlfriend, real or pretend, a Stiff."

She rolled her eyes. "So, what's next?"

"Well, we should go on a date—establish this, whatever it is, as real."

"Okay. But what about Jasmine? You want her to see us, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah. So, maybe we should hang out all day today and tomorrow while we're at Candor. Act like a couple or whatever. Think you can manage?"

"I'll try."

He gave her that damn wicked smirk and she felt her knees shake. She took a step forward and her legs felt like water—she fell forward, gasping as Peter's arms wrapped around her waist. "You okay, there?" he asked, his voice low and deep.

She nodded, swallowing hard as he held her close to him. She ignored how all eyes fell to them, a few murmurs and gasps in the crowd—one of the voices belonging to Christina, she was sure of it. But she didn't care. "I'm okay." He was so close that she could count the freckles that dotted his nose, see the golden and green flecks swirling in his dark irises. She glanced around him, hazel eyes narrowed at her and her full lips pursed. Jasmine, Tris thought. She laughed softly to herself, Peter giving her a questioning look as he began to help her to her feet. Why not? She wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, ignoring how his eyes widened and lips parted. She drew him closer to her and closed her eyes, pushing back on the strange feeling that surged in her stomach as her lips pressed against his.

It was warm and almost stiff, his lips not yet reacting to hers. She tasted his gasp on her tongue before he pulled her body flush against his. She could feel his lean muscles beneath their layers of clothes, his fingertips gripping her hips tightly. Her fingers began to work into his hair, a groan on his tongue as she pulled softly. He nipped her lower lip and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her—her own body jumping slightly at the sound. He pulled back and chuckled softly, something unreadable in his eyes as he peered down at her. He had opened his mouth to say something but then sealed his lips, his fingers smoothing back a stray hair. "No kissing, huh?" She huffed and tried to pull away but he brought her back to him, her back pressed against his chest as his face fell to the crook of her neck. "If you wanted to make out with me, all you had to do was ask."

"I was doing that for you, Peter."

His breath tickled her ear. "I did like it."

She felt heat color her cheeks as she shook her head, her heartbeat in her ears drowning out all of her senses. "No, I mean—" She sighed and turned Peter around so he could watch jasmine stalk off, her hands clenched at her sides. "Jasmine saw it. That's good, right? I did good?"

She watched his jaw clench and unclench, that same unreadable expression crossing his features for but a moment. "Yeah, that's good," he said. He turned back to her and his brilliant smile found its way back onto his face. "So, about that date."

She inhaled sharply, his musky-sweet scent rolling over her. "Yeah?"

"I'll meet you at your room tonight. Be ready by 7 and don't eat anything." With that, he turned and walked away. Tris was left standing there, a light feeling in her gut as she watched the sunlight highlight the darkness that stretched around him.

So she agreed. (obviously she was going to or else there'd be no story) And they already kissed and it was Tris to take the initiative. You go, Stiff ;)

This will probably have 4 parts to get all of what I wnat done. Maybe 3 with an epilogue.

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