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lilithslittleworld · 6 months ago

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All For You

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a Peter Hayes one shot. Personally Four and Peter have always been my favorite male characters and crushes throughout the Divergent series! (Also I know the a GIF is Miles as Vinny but let’s just imagine it’s Peter ;) )

CW: fighting, penetrative sex, oral sex, minor injuries, begging, and praise.

Summary: Peter Hayes and Molly have ended their fwb/fling, leaving Peter all for you. Or at least that's what you hope...

It came as no surprise that when you saw Peter Hayes and Molly arguing loudly in The Pit that their fling had come to an end. The ranking lists were beginning to shift daily, excluding some and including others. The pressure on everyone was clearly visible, even to two ex-Candor childhood friends who had tried to become something more. Knowing how stubborn both of them were, this wouldn't be a private or amicable split.

"I can't believe what a lowlife you've become," Molly hissed, her eyes were dark and dangerous towards Peter.

Peter just smirked and rolled his eyes. "There's nothing lowlife about survival. I'm going to make it in Dauntless, that's why I chose it. Can't say the same about you," he insinuated, causing Molly to turn an even brighter shade of red.

"You stay the fuck away from me," she threatened, cocking her hand back in case her words hadn't been enough.

"Hey!" A voice boomed throughout the walls of The Pit. Eric emerged from the crowd towards the couple, his arms crossed and gaze hard. "Whatever the fuck you two have going on, save it for tomorrows fight. We don't need anymore deaths this week, Abnegation's been on our asses since the last two."

Your eyes shifted over to Tris as he said this, spotting her next to Christina, furrowing her eyebrows at Eric's comment. Tris had stopped mentioning anything of her past faction when Eric had publicly called her out on it, the rest of you took it as a warning as well.

Peter's smirk only grew at Eric's statement, challenging Molly with his gaze. You knew Molly wouldn't stand a chance, as strong as she was. It wasn't a fight you were looking forward to watching but that was something you'd never say aloud.

"Lose the fucking grin, Hayes," Eric warned, walking past both of them. Peter's face flushed red, his eyes a wild mix of excitement and anger. Molly seemed to enjoy his discomfort, laughing in his face before retreating towards the living quarters.

Peter's eyes scanned the crowd that had formed around them, fixating on your own eyes. His gaze made an exciting shiver roll down your spine, his eyes burned into yours with an exhilarating heat.

"What the fuck are you looking at, Stiff?" he shot at you as if you were the only one watching him. You felt your face grow hot and your eyes dropped to the floor below you in embarrassment. Peter shoved past you, whispering something only you could hear.

"Like what you see?" his voice was soft in your ear and his lips were just brushing your hair, sending another shiver along your body. As annoying and problematic Peter Hayes was, you were undeniable attracted to him.

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The days went by and Peter continued to show interest in you but had never explicitly made any moves, it was as if he enjoyed teasing you with no promise of it actually turning into something. His fight with Molly hadn't gone as bad as you'd expected, she'd landed a few solid punches but had ultimately lost. Your own fights had improved in comparison to your first weeks in Dauntless but your embarrassment grew, knowing Peter's eyes followed your every move. As you started winning your first fights, however, a glimmer of pride appeared on Peter's face but he said nothing.

Your interactions with him were always filled with sexual tension, yet so subtle that they went by unnoticed by your other fellow Dauntless. The communal showers became one of those tenser interactions. Two days ago, you had tried to shower during one of the weirder hours, knowing there wouldn't be anyone in them. With your towel wrapped tightly, you tiptoed into the bathrooms, freezing at the sound of water running. The sight of Peter's wet body remained in your mind ever since, especially when you saw him. The water trickling down his toned, muscled body, as he ran his fingers through his hair. You hadn't dared to look further below his belly button, luckily you didn't have time to. Your eyes had met, making your head spin and face flush, as you hurried out of the bathrooms, clutching your towel to you.

That night, you imagined him lying in his bed, just a few down from yours, with the image of him naked flashing before you relentlessly. You wondered if, in the depths of the night, he touched himself secretly. There was no way of knowing since there was no source of light and you had never heard anything. Or maybe you hadn't been paying attention...

You also hadn't picked up on the fact that Peter had been stealing glances at you in the mornings when you changed. You were always very careful, being raised in Abnegation had definitely left its mark on you. You always covered your chest with your free arm/hand when it was necessary and made a point of changing your pants seated on your bed. It was uncomfortable and a little awkward but no one had ever really seen anything. Tris had outgrown this habit and you hoped that one day, your own embarrassment would too fade.

One morning, after having practiced aim with Four at the shooting range, Eric called an unarranged fight to the floor. To your horror, he had said both your and Peter's names. You weren't ready to face him but you didn't want to fall below the red line as many others had done. Being factionless was worse than fighting the boy you had a crush on.

"First fight of the day, Peter and y/n," Four called out, eyeing you carefully. You couldn't tell what he was thinking but he gave you a curt nod of encouragement.

You walked up on the mat, taking special consideration to look at the red lines that delimitated the zone. If either of you stepped outside of it, your efforts wouldn't count and you could even lose points. Peter walked up in front of you, stretching slightly before he stopped to stand before you, raising an eyebrow at you playfully, his eyes never leaving yours. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, your body filled with adrenaline.

"Fight."

Suddenly your arms were up, shielding your face, as you began to circle the ring, Peter's body mimicked yours. He was much larger than you and everyone knew he was the strongest in the group but that didn't scare you. You had picked up ideas when watching Tris fight but your own flexibility would up her game even more. Peter stepped towards you in an attempt to throw a punch but you ducked it in time. You exhaled softly, finally in the mindset that you needed to be in. This time it was you who advanced, with a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Nice, y/n!" you could hear people shouting in the crowd.

Peter's face was red from where you had kicked him but you hadn't done too much damage, which calmed you down vaguely. "Damn, Stiff, didn't know you had it in you," he commented, rubbing his jaw slightly before lunging at you.

Peter's fist made an impact against half of your jaw, your block had been good enough to not let him reach your full face. Now you were angry. Your next hits were fast and uniform, sidekick to the midsection, knife hand strike to the neck, and another punch to the face. Peter's defense struggled but he stayed standing firmly. On your final kick, another high roundhouse to the head, Peter caught your foot, swiping your other leg from below you. The fall knocked the wind out of you, your back crying out in pain. Peter loomed over you, sweat trickling down his face and chest but his eyes were sympathetic.

"What are you doing, Peter? Finish her off!" someone screamed.

Peter kicked you once more before bending down, his back towards the others. You winced as he raised his arm, expecting the worst.

"How about we call it quits?," he whispered, cocking his head to the side before bringing his fist softly to your side, not causing you any pain. He winked at you and your brain quickly pieced everything together. He wanted to put on a show without actually hurting you. It was a game for two and you would have to be a convincing actress. You groaned as he continued to send fake hits your way until Four called it.

"Enough! Peter wins this round," he declared, stepping into the ring and separating Peter from you. You, however, continued to stay in the role of injured opponent, though you actually were in a little pain from the real hits Peter had made at the start.

"Take her back, she's obviously worthless for the rest of today's training," Eric spat, frustrated at the thought of losing two of his best members, "The rest of you, follow me."

Peter lifted you carefully into his arms. "Jesus, Stiff," he said, breathlessly, "I thought I was going to have to kill you, not my favorite activity for a Thursday."

"I could've finished you," you shot back, surprised at your increase in alertness and energy.

"Yeah right," he rolled his eyes, "You're no match for me." God, he was so cocky but he was right.

"You're saying you haven't been staring at me like a proud parent at my recent wins?" you challenged, watching a smirk slowly creep up on his face. He looked down at you, your heart racing at his expression but determined not to break eye contact.

"So, you've been watching me too, huh?" he noted, his ego clearly on fire with the idea of you thinking about him.

Fuck.

You buried your face in his chest to hide the embarrassment that washed over you. So much for your determination. He smelled so good, the mix of cologne and sweat drove you crazy.

"I knew you liked what you saw." That same phrase sent another shiver down your spine and you felt a need for him that was unsatiable.

When you made it back to the quarters, Peter laid you softly in your bed. Fearing the worst, you reached up towards him, tugging on his shirt.

"Stay," you whispered. You were sure that with the way you looked there would be no response. But something snapped inside Peter as you said those words.

"God, I knew you wanted me," he smirked, still standing above you. Slowly, he sat down on the edge of your bed, placing both of his arms on either side of body, hovering above you.

"I do," you blushed, reminded of your feelings after seeing him in the shower. You wanted so badly to see him like that again.

"Well, well, well," he whispered, bringing his lips just centimeters from yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips and instinctively sat up to reach them. You winced at the pain that shot through your upper body as you tried to kiss Peter. He stopped you instantly.

"I just beat your ass, y/n, I'd stay still if I were you. Either way, you're not in charge here," he said, running his fingers along your cheek, stopping at your chin to tilt it up slightly towards him. You laid back down, obediently, as Peter brought his lips softly down to yours. His lips were soft and warm, moving gently against yours.

You kissed him back eagerly, entwining your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you. If it wasn't for the need to breathe, you would've never slowed down your pace. You needed him so badly and he knew it.

Peter smiled against your lips, picking up on your excitement. "Patience," he murmured, biting your lip before pulling away. His teasing was working because you could feel your body getting ready for him and what was to come next. His fingers traced the outline of your collarbone, trailing down to your shoulders and the straps of your tank top.

"Not going to lie, you look hot in these shirts, y/n, but its a little pointless for now. Don't you think?" he questioned, pulling it down, exposing your bare chest. You hated the feel of bras and in this case, it came in handy. Peter's eyes lit up at the sight of you but leaned back in. The kisses were more forceful this time around, your tongues exploring one another, and your breathless gasps were exhaled in each other's mouths.

His hands made their way down to your boobs, this time staying there. Your boobs fit perfectly in his big hands and you couldn't help but look down at the scene before you. He played with your nipples, making you moan into his mouth. He loved this, groaning back in return before abandoning your lips once again. You closed your eyes, taking in all of the sensations, all of Peter. His breath against your boobs, his lips planting soft kisses on them, and finally, his mouth against your hardened nipple. You moaned as he swirled his tongue around it, suckling slightly, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. Peter took advantage and placed his hands on your back, pulling you up towards him carefully.

You straddled him, eye level before he made his way back to your boobs. Watching him drove you crazy, especially when he looked back up at you. He looked so beautiful and the way he handled your body mixed with the sounds he made were unimaginable. You could feel him growing harder from in between your legs and nothing could stop you from softly moving your hips against his.

"Fuck," Peter breathed, placing his hands on your hips, facilitating the movement. His hands guided you, making sure that the friction would hit your clit even under the layers of clothes. He laid you back down, opening your legs and making his way down. Your breath hitched as he toyed with the waistband of your pants, wishing he would just pull them down. And he did, leaving you in your panties.

"I just know you taste so good, Stiff," he murmuredm, bringing his lips down against the bow on your underwear, sending shivers down your body. "Finally, showing some skin." His fingers sloppily began to circle your clit, knowing the indirect contact would drive you even crazier.

"Please," you moaned, unable to contain the growing need inside of you, seeking some sort of release.

"Hmm?" he questioned innocently, as he started to pull down your panties, leaving you fully naked. Normally, you would've felt the impulse to close your legs or at least cover yourself up with something but you needed Peter so badly that you didn't care. Now you were finally getting somewhere with him.

He planted lazy kisses along your inner thighs, stopping just inches away from where you really wanted him. When Peter finally brought his mouth against you, his warm tongue circling your clit, you cried out.

"Yes!" Your hands were in his hair, securing him and his arms were still around either thigh of yours. He looked so beautiful and made you feel everything you'd never felt before. Greedily, he sped up his pace, looking up at you as he did. He loved the way you looked and moved for him. You were just seconds away from your climax and Peter knew this, pulling his mouth away immediately.

"I was so close," you breathed, slightly confused and dazed by the pleasure you had been in just moments ago. Peter laughed, sitting you back up and kissing you passionately. You could taste yourself in his mouth and suddenly the urge to taste him overcame you.

Your hands trailed down his chest, pulling off his shirt in a speedy fury. Now, you ran your hands along his bare, sculpted chest, pausing to feel his heavy breaths under your touch. He was so beautiful and sweaty that your hands made their way to his own waistband. Peter's groan was soft as you did, but you heard it. You continued to take off his pants, running your hands over his hardened cock with just his boxers separating you from it.

"You think you can take me, Stiff?" he mused, his eyes wild with excitement as he awaited your response. God, he was so cocky.

"Obviously," you replied coolly, hoping he wouldn't pick up on your nervousness. Even in his boxers, he looked big but you didn't care. His cock bounced against his stomach as you pulled down the final layer of clothing, the tip glistening with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, fully exposed and before your face.

You brought your lips down lightly against the base, leaving a trail of even gentler kisses as you worked your way up. You were going to tease him the same way he had done to you. He twisted his fingers into your hair in response, his breathing even heavier than before. You continued to give his length long licks, before finally coming in contact with his tip. You let the precum wet your lips before looking up at him as you licked them. Peter groaned at the sight of you and guided your head back down to his throbbing cock. Finally, you placed your lips around him, taking him tentatively into your mouth. You started bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his head when you could, loving the way he seemed to pull you closer.

"Fuck," Peter moaned, throwing his head back as you continued to go down on him. He tasted heavenly and your own body craved him inside of you.

"I need to be inside of you," he breathed, reading your mind as he laid you back down, placing his arms on either side of you to hover over you once again.

"Want you inside of me," you cooed, looking down at the sight unfolding before you. Peter guided himself to your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down your slit before going in.

"It's all for you," he whispered, pushing himself inside of you. You moaned as he stretched you out, taking a few deep breaths as you adjusted to his size, as he waited patiently for you to give him the 'okay'. You nodded and Peter began to pick up the pace, moving his hips gracefully against you. He felt even better than you had imagined inside of you and he looked even better. The sweat that had trickled down his face had fallen down on you, you wanted so badly to lick it.

"You feel so good, baby," Peter mumbled, looking down at the sight of you taking his cock. He loved the way you played your boobs, seeking further stimulation. Noticing this, Peter brought a finger back down against your clit, picking up the same pace he had down with his tongue just minutes before.

"Yes, just like that," you cried out, so filled with pleasure that was emerging from everywhere. Peter's groaned at your words, picking up his own pace.

"Tell me how good I make you feel," he said between breaths, you knew he was just minutes away from cumming, and you too, were approaching your own orgasm for a second time.

"S-so good," you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you tried to concentrate on the moment, "You're going to make me cum."

"Yeah? Cum for me, princess," he encouraged, his hips slapping against you in combination with the circles against your sensitive bud that made you come undone. Your back arched in pleasure, hands gripping Peter's hair as you came hard, your walls contracting around him. He helped you ride out your orgasm as his was quickly approaching.

"Gonna cum," he mumbled between moans, as he too, came undone above you. Peter had pulled out from inside of you and was now pumping his twitching cock before you. You watched, mesmerized as his warm seed shot out onto your belly, his chest rising and falling at a heavenly pace.

"Mmmm," you murmured, as he fell into your arms, burying his face in your chest in exhaustion.

"Damn, Stiff. Didn't think you had it in you," he confessed breathlessly, winking playfully at you as you stroked his sweaty hair.

"You have been on my mind, Hayes. If that wasn't obvious enough," you teased, smiling at the thought of your fantasy having actually happened.

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zelcii · 2 months ago

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love me anyway | peter hayes

peter leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he watched you from across the pit. you were laughing with the others, your smile wide and effortless, but something about the glint in your eyes always seemed bittersweet. it was as if the laughter was a mask, hiding the truth of your candor-born honesty that seeped through every gesture and expression. you could never quite hide the truth seeping behind the way you smiled, another layer of your candor-born honesty peeking out from under every facade you put on. not that it could be helped. the truth bled from the very way looked, very words you breathed.

he loved it. how you were basically an intricate scrapbook, pieced together by every person who had ever touched your life, every place you had ever belonged to, and every passion that had ever stirred your heart. you were a patchwork of experiences, raw and honest, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to the way you carried all of it so transparently, even when you tried to hide.

he had always been a problem. for many people, but especially for you. you were no stranger to peter hayes, growing eerily familiar to his sharp edges and cruel humor as it had been a constant presence in your life. after all, you were born in the same faction, hung around the same groups of people, followed the same set of rules. even more, your mother had never liked him. since the two of you were young he'd seem to constantly be one second away from breaking whatever—or whoever—it was in front of him. you used to think you hated him for his arrogance. for how cruel he could be, his tendency to belittle the people that cared for him.

but then you chose dauntless. with one swift cut of the ordaining knife, it wasn’t just your tender, naive skin that was cut—it was every tie to the life you once knew. suddenly, peter hayes, the only person you’ve ever despised, became the only constant factor in your life. he was the one unchanging thread that connected you to both your past and present. you tried to forget your life from before, how things were. but it was hard to admit that the only person you could blame was yourself for wanting to leave.

"staring again," christina’s voice sliced through your thoughts, jolting you back to the present. you blinked, reluctantly tearing your gaze away from peter, who was leaning casually against a wall. he was like an island of calm amidst the chaos that spread across the dauntless pit, his posture relaxed and his expression unreadable.

"i wasn’t," you insisted, but the words felt hollow even as they left your lips. your candor was a relentless betrayer, with every twitch of your mouth or flicker in your eyes revealing the truth you tried so hard to conceal. christina’s gaze sharpened with amusement, catching the subtle giveaway in your demeanor.

"right. c’mon, candor," she quipped, her voice tinged with playful sarcasm as she nudged you gently with her elbow. "may the truth set you free," she mocked with a smirk, her tone light but knowing. “you’ve got it bad.”

you shook your head, trying to mount a defense. "i don’t," you said, but your protest lacked the firmness you’d hoped for. peter had been the object of your intrigue since you’d met him in summer camp, the boy that used to look at you with such passion. the boy you promised your mother that you’d never even think of talking to. that undeniable truth seeped through the cracks of your words, finding its way into the spaces you desperately tried to guard. still, from across the room, he stared with that familiar passion.

christina’s grin widened, clearly finding amusement in your discomfort. she followed your gaze back to peter, who remained fixed on you with a knowing smirk. it was as if he thrived on every flicker of attention you gave him, the curve of his lips revealing his awareness. he seemed to relish in the fact that you couldn’t tear your eyes away, savoring the way his presence bothered you.

"besides, he’s a total jerk," you said, your voice trailing off as you tried to mask your uncertainty. the effort to convince yourself sounded more like a feeble excuse than a genuine assertion. you fixed your gaze away from peter, forcing yourself to focus on his flaws—his arrogance, the cruel edge in his humor, the narcissism he wielded with such practiced ease. yet, despite your best intentions, all you could think about was his lingering touch and your stolen glances. you failed at every attempt to distance yourself. it was as if he was fully aware of the internal battle you were waging and took a twisted pleasure in it.

you remembered an instance from a few nights ago.

you’d been crying in the communal bathrooms, the cold tiles beneath you doing nothing to ease the burning sensation behind your eyes. it had been a bad day—training had pushed you to your limit, the weight of your decision to leave candor pressed down hard, and the overwhelming newness of dauntless was closing in from all sides.

the tears had come suddenly, without warning, and once they started, you couldn’t stop them. you didn’t want to cry—not here, not in a place where showing weakness was as good as painting a target on your back. but you were alone, or so you thought, and it had been too much to keep inside.

then you heard the door creak open. you immediately wiped your face, hurriedly trying to compose yourself, when you heard his voice.

"didn’t expect to find you here," peter’s voice was low, casual, but there was an edge to it that you couldn’t quite place. you assumed it was taunting.

your first instinct was defensiveness. after years of being taught to hate him, after years of believing he was nothing but cruel and self-serving, you bristled at his presence. you had no idea why he was here, and the last thing you needed was to deal with peter hayes right now.

“go away, peter,” you muttered, not even bothering to look up at him. your voice came out more bitter than you intended, but you couldn’t help it. it was habit. you’d spent years convincing yourself that he was the last person you could rely on. “i don’t wanna talk to you.”

for a moment, he didn’t say anything. you expected him to leave—maybe with a sharp remark, something that would sting, something that would remind you exactly who he was and why you should stay far away from him. but he didn’t. instead, you felt him sit down beside you, close enough for his presence to be known but not close enough to make you uncomfortable.

he didn’t speak. he didn’t tease or push. he just sat there, quiet, waiting.

you didn’t want to give in. you didn’t want to let your guard down around him, of all people. but the longer he stayed, the harder it became to keep your defenses up. the weight of the day, the exhaustion, and the relentless pressure of everything finally caught up with you. you couldn’t hold back anymore.

before you even realized what was happening, you leaned against him. your body moved on instinct, and you pressed your face into his shoulder, the sobs breaking free as the tears fell hot and heavy.

to your surprise, peter didn’t pull away. he didn’t make a comment or a joke at your expense. instead, his arm came up, hesitating for just a second before wrapping around you. his grip was firm, and he pulled you in close—just enough for you to feel the warmth of his body against yours. he didn’t say anything, didn’t try to pry or ask questions. he just stayed there, silent and steady, letting you cry.

it wasn’t what you expected. peter was supposed to be cruel, detached, distant. but in that moment, none of that mattered. he was just there, holding you together when you felt like everything else was falling apart.

you didn’t know how long you stayed like that, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt, your body trembling from the release of everything you’d been holding inside. but eventually, the sobs began to subside, and you found yourself breathing a little easier, the storm inside you starting to calm.

you pulled away slightly, just enough to look up at him, your eyes still red and swollen from crying. “why do you do this?” you asked, your voice small and hoarse from the tears. you genuinely didn’t understand. “why do you… why are you here?”

peter’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw something raw, something unguarded in his gaze. then, with a small, almost playful smirk, he shrugged. “don’t know what you mean,” he said, his voice soft but teasing. “you know i love you.”

the words were so simple, so casually said, that they took you by surprise. but there was no sarcasm in his tone, no bite to his words. he was sincere, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear as if the words were meant to be a secret shared only between the two of you. then, with a sudden rush of either reckless confidence or desperate longing, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss just behind your ear. the tenderness of it sent a shiver down your spine. “let me be here,” he whispered, his voice low and steady, though it carried a note of quiet vulnerability. he was trying to convey reassurance, but the raw emotion in his voice felt closer to a quiet, earnest plea.

christina said that that was when you started staring.

you’d seen a side of him you never thought to imagine and you craved for more. but he was peter hayes. he wasn’t supposed to feel anything. not for you, not for anyone. he tried to convince himself that as well as he savoured the feeling of your soft skin on his lips. yet, there he was, aching for something he couldn’t bring himself to ask for. something that made his heart race every time you was near, something that made him want to push you away and pull you closer all at once. your love.

he turned to you then, his hand brushing yours just barely, but it was enough to make his pulse quicken. you locked eyes, and for a second, and suddenly everything else that happened outside of the bathrooms faded away. he could feel your heartbeat in the air between you, the way your breath hitched, the way you wanted him to say something, anything. but he couldn’t. not yet. so he just sat there, his lips twitching into a smirk, masking everything he wasn’t ready to say.

christina’s expression shifted to one of knowing amusement, her eyebrow arching in a way that made it clear she wasn’t buying your story. "yeah, and yet here you are, still thinking about him. denial is just another form of obsession, you know."

"i am not obsessed," you snapped, a little too loudly. you tried to sound more forceful than you felt. but even to your own ears, the argument wore thin. the truth was, no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, peter had managed to engrave himself into your thoughts, lingering at the edge of your consciousness like an itch you couldn’t quite scratch.

christina’s hand landed on your shoulder, the gesture both comforting and teasing. her eyes held a mix of sympathy and amusement, as if she could see right through your carefully constructed facade. "sure, keep telling yourself that," she said, her tone light but tinged with a gentle sincerity. "but pretending isn’t the same as believing."

you didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on your hands, which were twisting nervously in your lap. christina wasn’t wrong. the tension between you and peter was undeniable, a magnetic force that seemed to vibrate with an intensity everyone could feel when the two of you were near.

glancing back at peter, you found him still observing you from across the pit. his gaze cut through the chaotic swirl of faces and noise, landing squarely on you with an intensity that felt almost tangible. it wasn’t just a casual glance; it was as if he was deeply engrossed, his eyes soft and thoughtful, carrying an unmistakable trace of what you dared call admiration. the smirk was gone now, replaced by an expression that seemed to reveal more than he usually let on—a look that made your heart flutter against your will.

you shifted uncomfortably, unable to shake the feeling that his gaze was dissecting every fragment of your carefully guarded emotions. in that moment, the air between you felt charged, filled with something unspoken that neither of you were ready to confront. and even as you tried to look away, his eyes seemed to follow, holding a soft, thoughtful reverence that you found both disconcerting and oddly comforting.

you reminded yourself that, no matter how warm you felt under his gaze or how infatuated you were with him, peter was still peter—the same boy who had mocked your family’s dedication to order and laughed at others’ missteps under the guise of “honesty.” his usual sarcasm and cruelty were just parts of his carefully constructed facade, a shield designed to guard against any real vulnerability.

but the way he treated you was different now in dauntless. there was always a softness in his gaze, a subtle consideration that contrasted with his usual demeanor. it made you question if beneath his cold exterior, there was a part of him that genuinely cared, revealing a side of him that was far less indifferent than he let on. it made you wonder if he wasn’t as cold as he wanted everyone to believe.

regardless, you knew you would never, in every sense of the word, let yourself fall for peter hayes. he was supposed to be a horrible person.

… but on one particularly exhausting night, after another grueling day of training, you tossed and turned in bed, unable to find any solace in sleep. the unfamiliarity of dauntless gnawed at you, and the weight of leaving candor behind seemed to grow heavier with each passing hour. not that you’d ever blatantly admit it, but the new environment was overwhelming. despite your best efforts to adapt, the relentless pressure was starting to crack your composure.

in the dead of night, you awoke with a start, your heart pounding and a deep sense of unease settling over you. you stumbled out of bed, the darkness amplifying your anxiety as you wandered through the dimly lit corridors of dauntless. just as the silence seemed to stretch endlessly, a soft knock broke the stillness, echoing against the cold concrete walls. there, at the end of the hall, stood peter. he stood as tall as ever, but his touch was unexpectedly gentle. his hand brushed lightly against the small of your back, pulling you a bit closer, and the warmth of his skin contrasted sharply with the chill of the night air.

though your eyes were still heavy with sleep, you could see the rare softness in his gaze, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. “hey, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and raspy, but surprisingly soothing. “you okay?”

“just can’t sleep,” you mumbled, rubbing your tired eyes. you could’ve been meaner, you could’ve tried harder to push him away but you convinced yourself you were too tired to.

even you knew you were lying.

without a word, he guided you back to the rooms, his hand resting steady and reassuring on your waist. the warmth of his calloused skin against your arm was comforting, sending a shiver through you. your heart ached to lean more of your weight against him, to feel the full press of his body against yours. each touch felt intensely intimate, grounding you in a way that made your heart race. his calm presence was a soothing contrast to the cold, impersonal walls of dauntless.

as he guided you back to the room, his touch so comforting and warm, memories from your younger years resurfaced.

you recalled how, even then, there was a strange tenderness in the way he interacted with you, though he never showed the same kindness towards others. peter was always rough with the other kids, his teasing and taunting often crossing the line into childish cruelty.

your mother had noticed, warning you to stay away from him, claiming he was a bad influence. she saw the way he bullied others and feared that his harshness would rub off on you. so, you had learned to hate him, to see only his rough edges and disregard his rare moments of gentleness. now, feeling his warmth and seeing the softness in his eyes, those old judgments felt shaky and uncertain. It must’ve been a trick—a game he was playing. but in that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care, revelling in the way his skin brushed against yours.

as he helped you settle back under the covers, his touch was deliberate and achingly tender, causing a warm flush to spread through you. you wondered how you managed to muster enough hate to stay far enough away from him. the brush of his fingers against your skin, as he tucked the blankets around you, felt both intimate and possessive, sending a shiver of through your body. each contact, from his fingertips grazing your arm to his palm pressing gently on your shoulder, was charged with a longing intensity.

“you need to rest,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, nearly a whisper. his gaze lingered on you with a softness that was rare for him. before he turned to leave, he gently swept a few stray strands of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “it’s okay to be overwhelmed, sweetheart. we all are.”

you looked up at him, the tenderness of his touch and the care in his eyes sending a rush of warmth through you that made you slightly breathless. his eyes, usually so sharp, were softened by a rare, gentle affection that made your heart flutter. “thanks, peter. you didn’t have to.”

“yeah? well, i did,” he said, a crooked smile playing at his lips, his eyes twinkling with a touch of mischief. he held your hand in his and refused to let go, like he wasn’t ready to leave. you didn't want him to leave. “deal with it.” his voice was smooth, his tone almost too casual, as if the closeness was natural. as if he wasn’t acting completely out of character. his hand remained lingering by your jaw a moment longer than necessary, his touch longing like a secret between you.

you remembered early in high school, when peter had asked you out to the dance and confessed his feelings, saying he loved you. without hesitation, you’d turned him down, following your mother’s wishes. even then, he didn’t seem upset. instead, he simply promised that you’d end up loving him one day.

at the time, you didn't believe him, dismissing his words as just another piece of the game he constantly played. now, as you felt the warmth of his touch and the gentle care he’d shown, you couldn’t ignore the echoes of that past moment. you were falling for him. despite everything, you were falling for him.

and after all that time, he was right.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice tired, and raspy, but caring. it summoned butterflies to your stomach. he said it like you were the only girl in the world. suddenly, you felt like you were in middle school again, getting flustered over a boy. your mother would be so disappointed.

“I don’t wanna talk ‘bout it,” you said, though your eyes betrayed you as they stayed locked with him. out of a force of habit you continued, “don’t wanna talk to you.” you didn’t mean it, of course.

he let out a tired, amused laugh before bringing your hand up to press a gentle kiss in the palm of your hand. you melted. “i love you anyway.”

threw 3.5k words on a tumblr post and called it a fanfic </3

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the--blackdahlia · 17 days ago

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Michael Keaton Masterlist

Just a Little Jack and Diane

Do Not Disturb

The Table

The Girl with Golden Eyes

Taking Care of Him

Angel Eyes

The Sun

In His Arms

Stomach Bug

Bike Accident

Storytime

SFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Total Eclipse of the Heart

Wild Horses

Modern Day Bonnie & Clyde

Catcalling

#michael keaton #beetlejuice #bruce wayne #batman #peter mccabe #carter hayes #fanfiction

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mickey-1996 · 4 months ago

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IMAGINE THIS (This is a peter hayes x fem! reader)

Peter Hayes didn’t have many friends. He had a smart mouth and constantly chose what benefited him more because he felt as though the only person he could trust in the world was himself. His words are a big protective wall around him making sure he will never be hurt. When he was younger he often got scolded for how he acted and not many (good) people wanted to hang out with him in Candor.

There was one girl who walked around Candor and was quite the chatterbox. Except in her case she was spreading happiness. Peter thought she was just a really good liar and sold it well to leaders in Candor society. That was until one day when he was 13 this girl and he were forced to spend the day together. Their parents were good friends and they thought that she would be a good influence on him. He realized that she wasn’t fake but rather did see the good in everyone. He developed a boy crush on her and often followed her like a lost puppy. Her kindness started to rub off on him and up until the test he was a little less of an ass.

The night before the test he couldn’t sleep. It was not that he was nervous but because he and the girl were too different to be placed in the same faction. All night he tossed and turned in his bed knowing that tomorrow would be the last day they would be able to talk freely to each other.

The day of the exam he cut in line to stand with her. She was nervous because she was worried about what she’d be sorted into, He was nervous because he worried if she would be safe wherever they told her to go.

So the decision comes and he watches as her blood drips into the Amity bowl. He felt a little relief knowing that she’d be in one of the safer factions. To ensure she’ll be safe he joins Dauntless. He chooses this in hopes that if he can protect the fence, he can protect her.

As they part ways and time goes on the influence she had on him starts to fade. He goes back to spitting his harsh words and doing what benefits him. She still lives in the back of his mind. How could she not? She’s the reason he went along with it. He chooses the smarter and less reckless path like she would (even if it’s still reckless). Every night he thought if she was doing okay with her new life.

When he flees with Tris, Four, and Caleb he feels almost giddy because he knows he’ll be able to see her soon. But then these thoughts turn negative and he wonders if she’ll even still be alive. What if she slipped up really bad and got kicked out or what if she got lost while exploring (one thing they often did together) and someone captured her or what if she doesn’t remember him or what if…

All of these thoughts fade away when he sees that familiar face in the crowd. He has to resist running up to her and trapping her in a forever-lasting hug. Instead of doing what he wished to do, he just stood there locking eyes with her. The voices of Johanna and Four fade into the background. That was until Caleb bumbed him back into reality telling him to follow them to where they planned on staying.

The cabin was small and on the outskirts of town. It was 1 room acting as many. There was a kitchen in the corner and two beds on the opposing side. One bed for him and the other for Caleb.

“I’m heading to the infirmary if you want to come.” Caleb offers.

“okay” Peter didn’t know what to say, He just wanted to see Y/N.

The walk was short and quiet. Peter hadn’t noticed his pain until now. This whole time his mind has been too busy to really care.

As he enters the building he’s surprised but also not surprised to see Y/N taking care of a child in the corner. Peter spent many years with her and she was always kind so a job like this was perfect for her. It didn’t look like the child had a serious injury but there was a cloth wrapped around their ankle.

“Sir, you can have a seat on any unoccupied bed” A man told Peter. He just nodded and chose one closest to where Y/N was working.

“I didn’t think I would see you again,” Y/N says without looking. She was busy checking the kid for anymore injuries.

“I could say the same thing” There’s the slightest hint of sadness, or maybe it’s longing, in his voice.

Y/N turns around at that with a smile that seems to never escape her face, but it soon drops as she sees the wound in his arm. She rushes over and sits down next to him. Y/N looks into his eyes asking for permission and receives a small nod. She gently grabs his arm and moves closer.

“How did you get this?” Y/N asks.

“Tris” He simply states but realizes that Y/N has no idea who that is “She’s the girl over there with big muscle man”

“Replacing me so soon?” Y/N banters with a small breathy laugh as she digs in a drawer next to the bed for supplies.

“No one can replace you.”

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Should I finish?

Peter is the type to have a soft spot for that one special person.

#peter x reader #peter hayes #divergent #fanfiction #x reader

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double-features · 17 days ago

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i have a couple drafts i need to work on, js wanted to know which one you guys want the most because!! yeah!! here are the w.i.p's along with a short summary :]

---- CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER (reader is a cinema nerd and max takes them on a movie date)

---- HOMECOMING COURT - RUSSELL HAYES x READER (reader and russell are silly gooses who go to homecoming together!)

---- BULLET - PRE!CULT KAI ANDERSON x READER (uh oh! angst! reader and kai are partners, she comes out about her suicidal ideations and he tries to comfort her)

---- ASTRAPHOBIA - TATE LANGDON x READER (reader is totally scared of storms and one night, tate tries to cheer them up/lull them back to sleep)

---- GOODBYE, MY DANISH SWEETHEART - COLIN ZABEL x READER (reader is scared to express her love for colin and it causes a lot of issues in their relationship)

---- ALIVE - TATE LANGDON x READER (reader learns tate is a ghost and tries to join him on the other side, their plan doesnt work)

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morganwrites12672 · 2 years ago

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omg i love ur writing and was so happy to see u added peter hayes to ur list 🥰 could u write something where he’s hiding a relationship with the reader but is struggling/fails completely

Yes! Of course!

Requests are open; check my pinned post for details!

Peter Hayes x Reader

You gasp as someone wraps their arms around you. You look both ways and see the hallways are empty. so, you allow him to rest his in the crook of your neck.

"Hello, Peter," you say with a smile. He mumbles something into your skin as a response. You groan, "I can't hear you baby,"

He moves his head from your neck and spins you around, "I said, why can't we just be public? So what you're a trainer?" You roll your eyes. Initiation would be over in two weeks, he could wait.

"Peter, we need to wait. People might think you cheated," you remind and he groans and buries his head in your shoulder. He didn't need any more accusations. With the Edward situation, he had plenty to deal with. Dating one of the trainers?

That's a big no. You were a first year trainer. No way in hell you were risking your spot. Though, Four and Tris had some chemistry. And you had seen her asleep in his apartment. Four explained she was attacked and you believed him, based on the bruises on his knuckles.

"I love you, but meet me in my apartment; 11 o'clock," you say with a kiss as you he repeats your words and smiles. Love. It was technically just stupid teenage love, you were 17 and he was 16, but you both genuinely loved each other.

Peter was having a hard time hiding his relationship with you. You were pretty and most of the guys at Dauntless made heart eyes. He could tell you and Four had been something more then friends at some point. And you also spent a lot of your time with Four.

He would go to your apartment tonight. But did he have to wait? No, he did not have to wait. He was peter hayes.

Peter walked towards where you went. The training room. He walks through the long corridors until he finds what he is looking for. The training room.

He finds you inside working on some new knife throwing techniques. Peter never did understand why you worked so hard. Most of the knifes were hitting dead in bullseye. But it was never good enough for you. So, how was he good enough?

"What's wrong?" You ask. Peter didn't visit you in broad daylight; unless something was wrong.

"I missed you," he replies and you set down your knives and put them away before walking out and he follows. You start the walk back to your apartment.

Peter follows and grabs your hand. You look at him and he is just smiling. You think about how you should probably wait a little after initiation so no one gets suspicious

You see Four give you a curious glance I'm the hallway, "Hello yn. And, peter," he teases. You glare at him and he presses a finger to his lips to indicate he understand the secret part.

You don't run into anyone else (but tris and you threatened to make her faction less if she tells) you are both quickly locked away inside your apartment and Peter flops down on your bed.

He gives you a sly smile as you take a seat next to him. He was wanting to get caught and you knew it. He wouldn't take your word for it. You were one of his trainers, who got to decide who goes and who stays.

"You asshole," you say as you lay down next to him. He just flashes you another one of those stupid smiles that made your legs go weak

"But you love me," he replies with his smile only growing bigger by the passing second. You glare at him until you can't help but smile to. He was adorable. And you were in love.

The chances of the relationship staying successfully hidden until it was appropriate was zero. Peter wouldn't be able to help it. He almost revealed a few times on accident. But you wouldn't care. If it got revealed, so what?

#peter hayes x reader #peter hayes #peter hayes divergent #miles teller x reader #Miles teller #divergent fanfiction #divergent

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the-lying-heavens · 1 month ago

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Yes I have plenty to write- But I want moreee. Send me requests pleaseeeeeeeee

Of course read the rules for asks first!

Anddd look at the character I write for!(pstt you can even ask for ships ive listed)

Here's my Masterlist. It's not plentiful(minus the wolfstar-) but thats why im asking for requests so :3

So yeah. Think about it :]

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effystnoem · 5 months ago

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I never thought I’d be writing Divergent fan fiction in 2024 but I’m bored and recently rewatched the movies so! Also has anyone noticed there’s a real lack of peter fanfic? Am I the only one who loves an extreme enemies to lovers?

Anyway! If y’all like enemies to lovers, slow burn, and drama for no reason at all then check it out <3

#divergent #peter hayes #tris prior #tobias eaton #four #peter hayes x reader #peter hayes x original character #dauntless #candor #abnegation #dystopia #dystopian fiction #divergent fanfiction #divergent fic

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ottersandoceans · 3 months ago

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Shadows And Steel: An Eric Coulter Story

Eric slowly falls for Abigail Hayes a dauntless leader he befriends

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Chapter 1: The Bonds Of Leadership

Eric Coulter stood on the ledge of the Dauntless compound, his eyes scanning the city that stretched out beneath him. The wind whipped his blond hair, but his gaze was as steady and unyielding as steel. This was his domain, a world where strength and fearlessness ruled. Yet, there was one person who could penetrate that icy exterior, one who could see the softness he kept hidden beneath his cold, ruthless exterior. And that person

was Abigail Hayes.

"Abby," Eric muttered to himself, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was a name he never used in public, a secret between them, a rare sign of affection in a world where weakness was preyed upon. Only she could bring out this side of him, and only she could call him out when his arrogance took control.

"Eric," a voice called from behind him, soft yet commanding.

Eric turned, the smile gone, replaced by his usual hard expression. Abigail, or Abby as he alone called her, approached with her usual confident stride. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight braid, her sharp green eyes locked onto his. There was a fierce determination in her gaze that matched his own, and it was why they worked so well together. They were equals, something that Eric seldom found in anyone.

"What's the plan for the initiates?" Abby asked, coming to stand beside him. The ledge didn't intimidate her—nothing in this place did. She had grown up in Dauntless, just like him, and had earned her place as a leader through blood, sweat, and sheer force of will.

"Peter's group is next in line," Eric replied, his voice betraying none of the fondness he felt for her. "He's been causing trouble, as usual."

"Of course he has," Abby sighed, shaking her head. Her younger brother, Peter, had always been trouble. Arrogant, aggressive, with a need to prove himself that often led him into dangerous situations. She loved him, but she knew better than to let that cloud her judgment. In Dauntless, sentimentality could get you killed.

"Think he'll survive?" Eric asked, his tone light, but his eyes serious.

"He's a Hayes," Abby replied, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "He'll survive. He's stubborn enough."

Eric nodded. They both knew that stubbornness wasn't always enough in this world, but Peter had shown a level of cunning that set him apart from many of the other initiates. Still, he had a long way to go if he wanted to rise through the ranks, and neither Eric nor Abby would make it easy for him.

"Good," Eric said finally, his tone signaling the end of their discussion. "Let's see if he's smart enough to keep his head down during the simulations."

"Or if he'll do something stupid, like always," Abby added, though there was a note of concern in her voice.

Eric caught it and placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a rare gesture, one of the few times he allowed himself to show any softness in public. Abby looked up at him, and for a moment, the weight of their responsibilities seemed to lift.

"He'll be fine, Abby," Eric said, his voice low and reassuring. "And if he's not, he'll learn."

Abby nodded, taking comfort in Eric's words, though she knew better than to let it show too much. They had an image to maintain, after all. Two of the most feared leaders in Dauntless couldn't afford to be seen as anything less than unbreakable.

#eric x reader #eric coulter #canon divergence #divergent #candor #dauntless #abnegation #peter hayes #siblings #romance #fanfiction

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shutupthepunx111 · 10 months ago

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I wrote and finished a short drabble I can't believe it's fucking Divergent

Summary:

Set as the gang is escaping Dauntless soldiers in Amity (Insurgent). Short and sweet attempted character work.

#divergent #veronica roth #the divergent series #insurgent #caleb prior #peter hayes #peter x caleb #tris prior #fanfiction #ao3

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lovewithasideoffries · 2 years ago

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asshole

fluff, super short

Peter was an asshole. There was no denying that. But it seemed to Tris that Peter may have been less of an asshole than she thought he was. The reasoning? His care for you.

Originally she, and everyone else, had assumed the former-candor only looked out for himself. But the more time spent with him, the more she was beginning to realise that her assumption might be wrong.

An example of this was when the two of you joined in on their escape plan. Of course, getting away from Evelyn was important to Peter because someone could reveal he was helping the Erudite. But it looked like he was a lot more worried for you, a scared post-Erudite who’d had no choice but to help Jeanine.

“I was right!” Peter spoke, smirking as he approached the vehicle, an arm pulling a girl tightly to his side. “Hey partners,” he joked.

“What do you want, Peter?” Four groaned.

“Well, we don't exactly want to be around here when your crazy mom goes around killing everyone who worked for Erudite, so I thought you could give us a ride.”

“Yeah? And who's ’we’?” Four asks, and Peter steps aside so the man can see you.

“Four, meet Y/n. She’s a friend from Candor, Erudite-transfer. She was pretty much forced to help Jeanine,” he introduces you, and you blush under the intense gaze from both Tris and Four.

“Name one good reason why we should let you come with us,” Tris challenges, growing impatient.

“Well, cause if you don't I’ll yell HELP HELP THEY’RE ESCAPING HELP-” he shouts, but gets cut off by Tris’s hushed whisper telling you two to get in.

Had the drive just continued normally, Tris wouldn't have suspected a thing. But she watched in the rearview mirror as you pushed yourself into Peter’s side and he placed a kiss to your hair, whispering something that seemed to ease your nerves.

On top of that, while the group of you were grappling over the wall, instead of making fun of you like he did Caleb, Peter helped you out, kindly encouraging you and making sure you were always above him so he wouldn’t leave you behind in case they were caught.

Tris’s suspicions were currently being confirmed. Four nudged her, bringing the Divergent’s attention to where you and Peter were currently making out.

And what was even more surprising, was that it wasn't an agressive, sexually-driven but rather soft and love-filled. Peter was cupping your cheeks in his hand and your arms were connected behind his neck.

She looked over to Four and smirked in an ‘I told you so’ way, and he threw up his hands in mock defeat. It seems Tris was right. Peter wasn’t that much of an asshole.

#divergent #peter hayes x reader #miles teller #peter hayes #divergent fanfiction

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lilithslittleworld · 5 months ago

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How The Divergent Characters Would React To You Being Injured/In Pain (Headcannon)

Tris: she would rush to you, assessing your vitals and pain scale. She'd be really good at distracting you from the discomfort and assuring you (quite fiercely I'll add) that everything is going to be okay. Wouldn't leave your side and would do anything possible to help you (aka her Abnegation is showing)

Four/Tobias: like Tris, he'd run to your side, ready to help you. I feel like he'd keep his demeanor much calmer and his emotions to himself but his disposition to help you would be noticeable. Also wouldn't leave your side, and probably wouldn't sleep or calm down until he knew you were okay.

Peter: Gonna be real with y'all, Peter would probably faint or nearly faint at the sight of you injured. He'd try to keep his hysterics as under control as he could but knowing him, he'd probably snap at anyone and anything. Anxiously pacing, rushing to your side when you ask him for something\wake up. Once you start recovering, he'd start cracking jokes like usual.

Christina: probably the only one to be really soft and caring while still trying to keep a brave face on. Would probably break down at some point, would sleep next to you, and hold your hand during the day. She would also be one of the only ones to be honest with you, being raised Candor.

Will: Will's definitely the one to cry or emotionally break down at the vision of you injured\hurt. He'd do anything, physically and emotionally, to ease your pain and bring back some level of comfort. Wouldn't leave your side, sleep, or probably even eat. Caresses you while you're out/asleep and tells you about interesting things he saw that day, in hopes that you can hear him.

Eric: I don't like Eric but fine. Let's be honest, he'd probably be an asshole but with a certain level of worry towards you. Would probably get really frustrated with everything around him, unable to deal with his emotions. (bleh, like I said, I don't like him enough or at all to write him sorry)

#divergent #divergent fanfiction #canon divergence #divergent series #headcanon #divergent headcanon #tris prior #tobias eaton #four #peter hayes #christina divergent #will divergent #eric divergent

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cup1d-ends-here · 5 months ago

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Peter x Curvy! Reader | Toxic💀

Prompt: Peter just won’t leave you alone and sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Swearing, sir kink, sexual harassment, Peter just being an all-round dick

I had just finished dinner and I made my way to my bed. I chucked your shoes carelessly on the bed and started getting ready to train for a bit. I slipped off your pants quickly and replaced them with some black exercise shorts. As I tugged them on, I noticed they were fairly tight and I groaned.

‘I’ll buy a new pair another day,’ I mentally noted and shrugged my jacket off my shoulders. I pulled off the tank top underneath and was left in a black sports bra. “It’ll do,” I whispered to myself and put some bandage tape on my wrists, knuckles, ankles and feet. I chucked my towel over my shoulder and a flood of initiates came into the room. I spotted Tris, Christina and Will. “Hey!” I exclaimed. “Anyone wanna train for a bit?”

“Sorry (Y/N), Tris and I are gonna rest for a bit. My back’s killing me,” Christina said and Tris smiled sadly.

“I’ll go,” Will chirped and I smiled.

“I’ll wait outside,” I informed him and made my way out the door.

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I leaned against the rocky walls of the hallways, minding the rarity of the calm atmosphere. The peace was broken when I heard laughing and loud footsteps. I glanced up and rolled my eyes. Peter. I could feel him noticed me and he walked over to me, pushing his ‘friends’ away. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, facing me. I felt his eyes scan my body and I felt grossed out.

“Lookin’ good, Stiff,” He smirks and his friends snort. I turn my head away from him and he moves closer to me. He leans his face close to my neck and I feel his breath feather across it. I moved my hand quickly to slap him in the face but he caught my wrist. I gasped and he forced my wrist to the wall and pressed it into the rock.

“Ow,” I involuntarily breathed out and he smirked. He did the same to my other wrist then brought them together with one hand.

“That’s not very Abnegation of you, Princess,” He tutted and I scoffed.

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m Dauntless,” I spat. He sighed and ran his hand across my cheek, down the sides of my ribcage and then he placed it on my waist.

“If you were truly Dauntless then you wouldn’t be letting me do this,” He smirked sadistically and groped my ass. I chewed on my lip out of frustration.

“Who said I am?” I growled and kneed him where the sun doesn’t shine. He winced and growled.

“Nice try, Stiff but it’ll take more than your weak attempts to get my hands off of you,” He teased. No one I have ever encountered has the ability to make me feel so vulnerable and weak. My knees shook and my heart was beating so fast I felt as if it was trying to escape. His hand returned to my waist. I placed my foot on the wall and took in a quick breath. I propelled myself off the wall and kicked Peter in the face with my other foot. He dropped my wrists and stumbled backwards.

“Bitch!” He yelled through gritted teeth. He touched his nose and his eyes widened at the blood on his fingers. I turned to him and gave him the middle finger then walked back into the initiates rooms to try and find Will.

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I found Will frantically searching his bed for something. He was tearing off sheets and chucking clothes everywhere.

“Will!” I called and he stopped whatever it was he was doing. “What are you doing?” I laughed and he scratched his head sheepishly.

“I’m trying to find my towel,” He said and I laughed and hit his chest lightly and started walking back out the door.

“Just use mine,” I said and chucked my towel over my shoulder and it landed on his face. He jogged to me and we entered the hallway where the previous events happened. Peter had his arm extended on the wall and Molly was dabbing a white cloth soaked with his blood on his nose. Will’s eyes widened and he giggled. He leaned close to me.

“What do you think happened to him?” Will grinned and I chuckled.

“I’ll tell ya later.” My eyes made contact with Peter’s and he pushed Molly off of him in a furious rage. I looked at him like a deer in headlights and he was about to tackle me when Will pushed Peter away.

“Piss off!” Will yelled and wrapped an arm around me. I looked at Will and tugged on his shirt, bringing his attention from Peter to me.

“Let’s just go,” I said flatly and he nodded.

“Asshole,” Will muttered under his breath.

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#divergent #dauntless #peter hayes #insurgent #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #angst #curvy!reader

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