#peter hayes fanfiction

[petersnya]

again | peter hayes

ig you could say i have a thing for peters lmao— but i’ve been dying to write for miles teller so i wanted to start with my personal favorite, peter hayes from the divergent trilogy. no one can ever tell him that he isn’t the star of that series 🤷🏽‍♀️ he’s the only man ever ;) anyway, i’m working and a miles teller boxing AU that’s gonna be hella long and i’m SOOOO EXITED 🤭

summary; after peter took the memory serum, you knew there was no way the two of you could ever exist again.

warning; HELLA ANGST tehe srry, you and four being besties cuz y not??

pairing; peter hayes x fem!reader

it took damn near everything in you not to hate him. one side of you completely understood why he wanted to take the serum. it made since, and every reason he gave was, well, reasonable. but another side of you resented him for it all. he wouldn’t remember what the two of you were. it took so, so long for you to trust him - for you to learn to love him for the way he is, since no one else would. and now that he took that serum you would have to start all the way over… but it’s not like you really could, anyway. you were apart of his old life. apart of the old peter hayes. not this one.

so, naturally, you moved on with your life.

you got this nickname ‘ice’ from your friends when you all first met. your personality was as cold as ice— and the only person that managed to soften you up was peter. so now that he’s gone, you were back to ice; which means four was back to the nicknames.

“what’s goin’ on, ice?” four walked up to the lunch table you sat at, staring at your nails with a blank, cold expression.

“nothing much, man.”

“hey,” four sat closely next to you and rested his hand on your shoulder gently, “i know it’s hard, ice. how bout i take your mind off it?”

your eyebrow cocked upwards at his statement. “you know what u meant, y/l/n.” he chuckled at your expression lowly. you let a small smirk creep onto your lips- a laugh soon following.

“i know, i know..”

the two of you starting talking about anything and everything you could think of. the conversation went on for a while, jokes being cracked here and there. you personally had never seen four laugh so much in your time of knowing him.

“ooh- ok, i get it now,” you nodding your head at four who had been explaining the job he was assigned to you— which you thought to be nearly impossible.

“you do?” four looked almost relived to think that he was finally done explaining.

“yeah!”

“… are your sure, ice?”

“no.”

four burst into a roaring laugh that shocked you to the point you started laughing too. the two of you continued to laugh at eachother to the brink of tears. you made silly little gestures and jokes for the rest of the time you were together. but not to your acknowledgment, there was a set of eyes watching the entire time.

you and four had said goodbye to eachother- before you left, you reached out to him and gave him a big hug and thank you for taking your mind of things.

walking out of the cafeteria, you rubbed your eyes as they tried to adjust to the new light you were walking into— not insanely bright, but the scattered light casted shadows on any object in the hallway.

“i want to remember.”

your heart jumped rapidly at the sound of his voice. peters voice. you turned around to see him looking you dead in the eyes, intensely. your stomach churned at the look he gave— it’s not that the look made you nervous, or scared you. it was just so.. familiar.

remember? what was he talking about? what did he mean he wanted to remember?

“tell how you were before i took the serum. tell me how we were. what we did, how we met- i want to know everything thing, y/n,” with each word he got closer to you, and at his final word- he was standing inches away. he grabbed the sides of your arms tightly, “please. i need to know why everytime i see you fucking talking to anyone else, i get this burning feeling of jealousy in me. my head feels like it’s going to explode. and everytime i see you without anyone, i just wanna be around you all the damn time. so, please..” your eyes started to burn with tears, “make me remember.”

you had to old it together. you couldn’t let him see the effects his words had on you. peter had a way to tell when you were lying, or any emotion for that matter - just by looking into your eyes. so, your turned your expression cold.

“no. you wanted to take the serum, and you did. the whole point was to forget- am i wrong?” you looked at peter with a sinister smirk.

“don’t do that to me— don’t you fucking do that to me, y/n!” he nearly screamed at you, his face only centimeters away now. you didn’t budge, but you knew your eyes told a different story. peters face softened quickly as he realized what he did.

his hands flew off of your arms and he backed away slightly— running his hands threw his dark curls. hayes began to mutter apologizes over and over to you; soon finding his way to a bench not far from your and sat with his head in his hands- his knees shaking rapidly.

this wasn’t new. it didn’t scare you for the reason he might think it did. him yelling was the old peter- the peter that would punch holes in walls when agitated at the slightest. this was not supposed to be happening. he was supposed to be rid of his old ways- what the hell happened?

“everytime i’m around you-“ your eyes darted to peter as you listened to his shaking voice.. was he crying? “i get flashes of what life used to be before the serum. i see you in my head doing some random shit, and then a flash of me smiling- o-or laughing at you… and it makes me feel good,” he finally looked up at you— his eyes blood red with tears spilling down his cheeks.

your instant reaction was to walk over towards and cup his face in your hands.. so you did. peter pressed his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely as he sobbed.

peter hayes never cries. ever.

“i just want it back.” his words broke your heart. but you knew that you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

you slowly stood away for him. peters head shot up to see why you had moved away suddenly.

“i’m sorry peter,” every fibber in your body ached for his touch. you wanted to let him scoop you up and change everything right here, right now. but you couldn’t. you knew this would hurt him for bringing back his memories one way or another. “but i can’t.”

“what?” peter asked in a breath. he stood to his feet slowly.

before your could do or say anything else, you started to walk away. if the old peter was starting to shine through, you knew this wouldn’t end well.

“where the hell are you going?”

there it was. good old peter.

“peter i truly and sorry.. but no. i can’t help you with this one,” you back still turned to him.

“please,” peter hayes never begged. “i love you.”

you stopped. you knew old peter when you heard it, your heart clenched tightly. damn it. damn it, damn it, damn it!

you felt peter press his front into your back, his large hand ran slowly up and down your arm. most definitely the old peter.

“there’s no good reason in you thinking that we,” you slowly moved his hand away from your arm, “could ever exist again.” you started to walk away from peter quickly- so that you would force yourself to turn back.

you regretted not telling him, but it felt almost selfish. but the look in his brown eyes said something completely different.

so, maybe when you think he’s ready, you can’t help him remember again.

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Always One Step Ahead - Peter Hayes x Reader

REQUEST: thank you. ive always wanted to see a peter hayes x reader where she’s a dauntless born and she’s better than him and is always 1 step ahead of him in initiation, and it really pisses him off cause he likes her, and when he finally works up the courage to tell her she’s just like “yeah i know” and he’s a little embarrassed but doesn’t care cause she admits she likes him back @fay-stark33

Never realized how much I love writing fight scenes until now lmao

Sorry if this is a bit short!!

FEMALE!READER

WARNINGS: Fluff, Suggestive, Peter gets his ass beat, and Reader is a badass

"Admit it, Hayes, I'm better than you! I mean, why wouldn't I be? I am Dauntless born, after all," you smirked.

You looked down from the board, your name at number one, only to look at Peter who had a look of annoyance on his bloodied face. Eric had wanted to do an experiment, the toughest Dauntless born initiate against the strongest non-Dauntless initiate. Needless to say, it was allowed and you and Peter put each other through hell, and when you wouldn't let up, Peter lost due to exhaustion, plus a little "nudge" by you. And by "nudge" I mean knocking him out cold.

When he finally woke up in the medical centre, he was dissoriented and absolutely pissed that he had lost. And, not that he'd ever admit it, a little impressed, and slightly turned on.

He glared at you, looking you straight in the eyes. If looks could kill, there'd be a thousand knives in your body. The staring competition went on for a few more minutes before Peter got flustered by your unwavering smugness, and by how beautiful your (e/c) eyes were, especially with the amount of pride he saw in them.

"What? You can't even look a girl in her eyes, Hayes? Never took you as the shy type when it came to girls!" You laughed.

Peter's ears were burning at the thought of you thinking he was weak and shy. Getting frustrated by his reactions, the only thing on his mind was having a rematch, and one that he would win, that'd show you that he's not weak when it came to girls!

"The results can't be right, you cheated didn't you?! I want a rematch!" He demanded through clenched teeth.

You raised a brow, a bit impressed at his persistence to try and beat you, "Alright, but I'm warning you, this one might put ya in a coma," you winked.

After talking about a rematch with Eric, he was immediately down to see someones ass get beat, so there was no hesitation in letting you beat the shit outta each other again. You swaggered, confidently, over to Peter, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the sparring room. Eventually you let his arm go, assuming he could come the rest of the way without being dragged, but obviously not since he was just standing in the doorway, looking as if you had offended him.

"Well come on, Loud Mouth, I ain't got all fuckin' day! This was YOUR idea after all, so don't get cold feet now!" You yelled from the middle of the room.

Peter didn't wait to be told when to start the fight, he just straight up ran right at you, full force. You jerked out of the way once he got close enough and kicked him in the back of his knees, bringing him down to the ground, but before you could kick the rest of his body to the floor he swivelled around on his knees and hugged his arms around your waist and brought you down with him.

You took the chance while your lower body was trapped under him to kick his nether regions, which immediately brought his grip away from you and to his crotch. You got a quick punch or two on his face while he was crouching in pain, and quickly made a move to get behind him and kick his full body to the ground. He was in so much pain, you felt bad about it, but your pride in victory won you over, so you did what any winner would do; keep the loser on the ground by sitting on his back

"There, now you know I wasn't cheating, I'm just that good, now don't ask me to fight you again, I don't like hurting the person I like," you sighed.

"....What?" He asked.

"Oh shut up, you heard the the first time Peter, so are you gonna ask me out or not?" You snapped.

Peter twisted his head, trying to see your face, but couldn't, due to the fact you were literally sitting on his back.

"You knew this whole time that I like you?" He asked, his ears burning up in embarassment.

"Yeah, I've known for awhile now, but obviously you needed a push to ask me out. So, here it is; I like you too, so ask me out before I change my mind," you deadpanned.

"Okay, but first can you get off my fuckin' back so I can say it to your actual face and NOT the floor?"

At that, you immediately leaped off of him and sat in front of him on the cold concrete floor.

Peter cracked his neck and massaged his sore body before anything.

"So, you wanna get outta this place and get some food, or not?" He said, trying to hide his flustered state.

"Of course, Peter. But first, I think we should stop by the infirmary, cause I really did a number on you," you laughed, nervously.

He let out a small laugh too before standing up and walking with you out of the room.

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wave: peter hayes x reader

notes: takes place in insurgent

summary: idk if i wanna spoil it bc this is my attempt at making you cry. it's angsty tho.

word count: 1k

“Tris!” you call her name, running over and pulling her in for a hug. You and Christina have been worried sick waiting for her at the Candor compound. Jack Kang was kind enough to let you and the rest of the Dauntless stay there for a while.

“Hey guys,” she says when she pulls away. You notice she's cut her hair short; it looks good.

“Have you seen Will?” Christina asks her. 

“Or Peter?” you add and she makes a face. Both Christina and Tris have never approved of your relationship with Peter. And for good reason. But your staying with him, despite his hard exterior and rude insults, is also for good reason. 

“No, I haven't seen Will, I’m sorry,” she says, “And Peter… Well, last I saw him was in Amity, when he tried to sell us out to Eric.”

You ignore the last part of her sentence - Peter does everything for a reason, even when sometimes you can't explain it.

“You went all the way to Amity?” Christina asks, shocked. “You have to tell us everything.”

“I will,” Tris promises, before she gets swooped away by Tori and you all head back inside. It's not too safe for you to be out here, with all the lies Jeanine is spreading about the Dauntless and Divergents.

Once they get inside, guards take Tris and Four away to a Candor trial using the truth serum used for Candor initiation. You’ve never been under it before, but you've heard much about it. 

Apparently for Candor initiation, you’re forced to spill your deepest, darkest secrets. Seems like hell. 

When Tris spills that she killed Will, you turn to pull Christina into a hug. You’ve known her since you were kids and you’d never seen her as in love as she was with Will. 

You understand your friend’s frustration, she’s just lost the love of her life, but you also understand Tris’s side of things. Really, it's neither of their faults. It’s Jeanine’s.

That anger is what drives you to join the rest of your faction when they team up with the factionless. The whole time you’re wondering where the fuck Peter is and if he’s safe, but you get no closure on that. 

And it seems you never will, because just after you settle in the large makeshift home of the factionless, the little piece of metal in your shoulder puts you in another sim.

Tris watches with horror as you, Hector, and Christina stand over a balcony and deliver Jeanine’s message. She only has a split second before all three of you throw yourself off the balcony and she can only save Hector and Christina.

That night she decides to just go to Erudite’s headquarters, not wanting more innocents to die because of her. It is there she wakes up in a small room to Peter, dressed in an Erudite suit. 

She glares up at him and her eyes burn with tears over you. Over your love for this fucking traitor. Over how the whole time you’d been so concerned and worried on where Peter was, if he was okay, when this whole time he’s been working with the side that made you throw yourself off a building. 

“You know I knew you were stupid, stiff, but I didn't know you were that stupid,” he smirks. “Coming to Erudite willingly? Seriously, what were you thinking?”

“I didn't want more innocents to kill themselves. I’m not worth that much,” she mutters, blinking back tears. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of watching her cry after what he’s done.

“I know. See, it was my idea to do that. Pretty intelligent of me, no?” Peter tells Tris, and it makes her blood boil. “I know you all too well, huh?” he laughs. “Just shows that you can take the girl out of Abnegation but you can't take Abnegation out of the girl.”

“So do you not know or are you just fucking heartless,” she spits at him. Tears are about to fall now, and honestly Tris doesn't care anymore.

“Know what, Stiff?” Peter asks carelessly, not believing she has anything to say that he would care about.

She laughs, but there's no humour in the bitter sound. “You really don't know, huh, Peter.”

“I don't know what, Tris?!” he asks again, but this time lacking the insincere teasing and usual cockiness in his tone.

“You know the whole time, she never stopped asking about you, worrying about you, hoping you were okay. She ignored every attempt at keeping her away from you, every attempt at saying you were a bad person. The whole time, Y/n never stopped loving you.”

At the mention of your name Peter’s heart drops to his feet. How stupid of him to not consider that you would be with Tris. You are friends with her after all, and you are nothing if not kind and loyal.

“What happened to her, Tris?” Peter asks but he knows the answer. 

“Y/n was one of the people under the second simulation. She was one of the people that tried to kill themself.”

He shakes his head in disbelief and tears run down his cheeks. “But… but you saved her right? You’re a stiff, you’re selfless, you’re supposed to save the innocent!” 

By now Peter’s on his knees, too overwhelmed by the pain to stand. But Tris doesn’t take pity on him. Instead, she takes the knife in his chest and drives it deeper. “Y/n loved you, Peter. And she’s dead. Because of you. You killed her, you hear me? This is on you! So I hope you’re happy Peter. I hope whatever the fuck Jeanine offered you was worth it. Was worth Y/n’s life.” 

He chokes on a sob, holding his body as he rocks back and forth. You were his hope, his happiness, his everything. And now you’re gone. 

Peter remembers that you had once told him that grief was like riding a never-ending wave of pain and suffering. Over time, the pain would ease and the suffering would lessen, but you would still be riding that wave, it just got easier. 

He said that he’d never experienced grief before, never ridden that wave. In response, you told him he was lucky, and that if he ever did start to ride that wave, you’d be there for him, you’d be there to help him ride it out. 

But now, as he feels his world crash down around him. As tears fall down his cheeks and the realization hits him, his journey on that wave is starting. It’s starting and you aren't here to help him through it. You aren't here to help him ride it out. And it’s all his fault.

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[foreverrogers]

Okay because I'm feeling quite angsty, can you please write one for Peter accidentally triggering reader's anxiety/panic attack after he raises his voice in an argument or something? Like he doesn't know she grew up in an environment where screaming matches were a common occurrence in her household, so she gets triggered and he tries to maybe comfort her (getting her meds, helping her breathe, etc).

this is such a deliciously angsty idea, thank you sm for requesting!! this ask got swallowed in my drafts for like a month i am so sorry anon 😭

"That's not what I meant!"

Peter sounds angry. He looks angry, too, his face flooding with a subtle pink as he flushes with the emotion of it. He's rummaging around the room, upturning baskets of laundry and harshly rearranging bags and digging through the covers of the bed in search of his mask.

He hadn't even been yelling, far from the screaming that had coloured the long nights of your youth, bundled under the blankets and music blasted as high as your headphones would allow as you attempted to drown out whatever argument was unfolding in the other room.

It had been a long time now since things had been like that, a version of life before Peter had given you quiet sanctuary in his own. The gentleness you had found here was maybe why him raising his voice had made you go quiet across the room. Each sharp, rigid movement makes you flinch.

Peter's angry. And you had made him angry. After everything he's done for you, and you had said something stupid, something out of place, and you had made him angry. "Okay."

He doesn't seem to notice how small your voice is when you speak, or the fact that you've hunched your shoulders, quickly attempting to fold back into yourself, trying to take up as little space as possible, to stay out of his way like he clearly wanted you to.

You don't even really remember what you had been fighting about, because right now you're too busy trying to stop yourself from shaking, starts right in the centre of your chest and seeps through your bloodstream like a poison until your teeth are chattering and your fingers are trembling.

Your legs are carrying you to the bathroom before you have time to crumble in the middle of the bedroom. You choose flight, always, indubitably, every time.

The slam of the door behind him seems to snap Peter out of it, finally turning in search of you to find the room unnervingly empty, still, quiet, silence blooming through the buzzing energy of the argument before. He feels his chest get heavy, that deep sinking feeling that plants a hungry pit deep in his gut, makes his ears ring and his teeth clench. He had upset you. After all the peace and gentle love you had brought into his life, and he had been stupid enough to upset you.

"Y/n..."

You hear the jiggle of the handle first, the one you had been lucid enough to lock in your escape. You didn't need him seeing you like this, after all of that, hunched against the side of the tub with your knees hugged to your chest and your cheeks stained with fresh tears, an undoubtable artefact of the weakness you always tried to hide in front of him.

There's a light thud against the bathroom door, and you can tell by the shadow slipping beneath it that he's slumped against it, can imagine him sitting with the back of his head against the surface. He doesn't sound so angry anymore, concern laced in his tone. "I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry, just please let me in."

You don't move to get up, simply squeeze your eyes shut and dig your face further into your knees, take a slow, shuddering breath you hope he can't hear through the door.

You hear him say something you can't quite make out, and then the next second there's a harsh snap that rings through the bathroom, flimsy metal pieces clattering to the tiled floor as Peter pushes his way in.

Your head snaps up at the sound, and you don't have time to protest the state of your broken bathroom door before Peter's on his knees and his arms are wrapping around your shoulders.

He pulls you against him, presses his face into the crook of your neck and slots your bodies together, a reminder of the certainty of your twin force in the universe, two people made for each other no matter what.

You repeat his movements, arms wrapped tightly around his neck in an instant. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you I just-"

"Are you kidding me?" Peter's pulling back, taking your face in his hands, the pinch of his eyebrows harsh and heart-shattering. "I didn't mean to upset you, honey. You have nothing to apologise for, it's my fault, all my fault."

"No, it's-"

Peter kisses you, shuts you up before you can pin anymore of this on yourself, kisses you sweet and salty and guilty. He feels warm and familiar against your lips and in your arms, steady and enduring, tangibly, achingly lovely. "No patrol tonight, okay? We'll stay in, just the two of us."

His thumb is at your cheek, rubs so gently and so soothingly back and forth that you have to close your eyes and lean into his touch before you can speak. "Doesn't the city need you?"

Peter smiles at you, small and fond as he moves to rest his forehead against yours. "I think the city'll last one night while I show my best girl just how much I love her."

You're quiet for so long he thinks he must have upset you again, has to pull away to properly look at you and finds you smiling up at him softly. "Your best girl, huh?"

"'Course you are, my best girl," He laughs, light and feather-soft as the hand at your cheek slowly slips down to tilt up your chin, thumbs at your bottom lip and feels the plump skin curve under his touch as your smile widens. "My only girl, always."

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dauntless parties - peter hayes

hi!! here’s another peter hayes fic, which i’ve decided to post in full on tumblr instead of just linking to my ao3. also i’d like to remind everyone that i’m still taking requests!

Word Count: 3,324

Pairing: Peter Hayes x Reader

Description: Peter always comes to you when he’s hurt, tonight is no different. No War AU

Warnings: Very brief sexual references, blood, injury, mention of alcohol.

Music echoed throughout the infirmary, the only sign of the Dauntless party happening a level below, the one you were so unceremoniously disinvited to when you’d been called to work the night shift. It seemed to be taunting you, and as the hour grew darker, and the fluorescent lighting grew stronger, you could feel your own annoyance grow

You supposed you wouldn’t care much if you had any company, but all the beds were empty— Dauntless would rather die than miss a party, apparently— and the other nurses saw no reason to stay when you could clearly hold down the fort on your own. It was just typical, really, for them to do this. What kind of a job was a nurse for a Dauntless, anyways? Someone had to do it, but why you? Of course, you knew the answer; they couldn’t think of a better place to put an Abnegation transfer.

The thought made you groan, throwing down the book you’d been flipping through aimlessly. If they weren’t going to respect you, why should you respect them? There weren't even any patients there, there hardly ever were; no self-respecting Dauntless would be found in the infirmary unless they absolutely needed to be there, and, to their credit, they rarely did.

Besides, tonight was a party, the only people getting hurt were idiots. Idiots who probably didn’t even deserve your attention. Idiots who—

Banging at the door interrupted your internal rant, but before you could even see who was there, Peter came stumbling in, and suddenly you understood the purpose of you being here tonight. Idiots like him, of course.

You could tell the extent of his injuries from the way he smiled at you, goofier than Peter had ever mustered before, or had ever wanted to. Still, he wore that same smug look he always had, and seeing him so bold in such a vulnerable state left you with the urge to roll your eyes. Unfortunately, telling him off would have to wait, overwhelmed by your need to help him— whether that comes from your Abnegation roots or your medical training, you don’t know, but you can’t be bothered to think too deeply about it, especially now— and you find yourself rushing towards him to take a better look at the damage.

“I think I just need some rest,” He says, leaning heavily against the wall as if he intends to fall asleep where he stood.

“You need stitches,” You correct him, ignoring the way he winces as you poke at the gash above his eyebrow. “How did you even get that?”

“Fist fight turned into a knife fight,” Peter groans, allowing you to lead him to one of the beds. He sits on the edge, clutching his side. “Who brings a knife to a party?”

“You do,” You say with an amused sniff. You know fully well Peter is only playing dumb with you because he wants your sympathy, and because he doesn’t want to admit to losing a fight he probably initiated himself. If you knew him, which you did, the other guy was fairly cut up as well, but no one had as good a reason to make a trip to the infirmary than the boy in front of you.

“Just lay down,” You sigh, and he listens, though his pained expression shows it’s not with much ease. You begin to rummage through the cabinet for the supplies you need, watching him from the corner of your eye. It’s been such a long time since you first saw him this way, but the memory feels fresh.

You’d been in initiation together, fought each other even, though fighting you rarely seemed to earn him more than a scratch. Looking back, you figured that had been a good thing. You passed initiation, but not by much, and that kept you off Peter’s radar for the most part.

It had been a fight with Edward that left you caring for him that first time. He had too much pride to go to the actual infirmary, and so you found him tending to his own wounds in the bathroom, late at night.

“Tell anyone about this, and you’ll be dead,” He had said as you wrapped a bandage around his bruised knuckles. His words were so cold that even the memory of them made you shiver.

You knew you shouldn’t have helped him, but you really shouldn’t have continued to do so after Edward lost his eye just a few days later. Peter made no attempt to hide this side of himself from you, but still, it became a habit for you to tend to his injuries, to take care of him. It happened again and again, until his threats disappeared and were replaced with words you could almost call compliments. Even after initiation, he came to you for help. Soon, you realized he would only come to you. Something in you warmed at the thought.

You weren’t sure if you hated the way he made you feel, but you were sure you wanted to. Your wants, however, seemed futile in the wake of his presence, like your caring for him was a tsunami washing over you, swallowing you up.

Even now, as you return to him, he looks at you with his big, doe eyes, and you want nothing more than to punch him. You’re sure he knows what he’s doing (when doesn’t he?) but you don’t say a word.

You unscrew the lid to a bottle of pills the Erudite makes especially for Dauntless fighters, some magic cure-all that your father would probably claim kills brain cells. You hand feed a couple to Peter, to which he has no protest, and you can imagine the looks you’d get if you weren’t alone. The thought makes you laugh to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, blinking up at you through a swollen eye.

“Just you,” You say as you return the pills to their place in the cabinet and lock it. With a second glance at Peter, you realize the Erudite science has proved you useless again, and sigh as you put the needle and thread back too, opting for a bandage instead.

“I thought I was your favorite patient?” Peter asks, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes, but you only scoff.

“Maybe if you got hurt less than twice a week,” You say as you begin to apply ointment to the cut above his eyebrow. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, but doesn’t complain. If you had any less willpower, you might’ve apologized.

“So,” He says, his need to be a nuisance greater than any pain that could be inflicted on him, “What I’m hearing is you hate to see me hurt.”

“You always hear what you want to, don’t you? I hate to see anyone hurt,” You make sure to apply his bandage with a little more pressure than necessary. “It makes my job harder.”

“So cynical,” he tuts, shaking his head. “Have you ever heard of proper bedside manner?”

“Dauntless doesn’t care much about the patient's health, Peter,” You tell him, and he smiles. Of course, it’s that cruelty that made him so fit for Dauntless in the first place.

“Then how come you’re always so sweet to me?” He says sarcastically, and you frown, glaring at him. “When you’re not jabbing at me with a needle or wrapping my bandages too tight, that is.”

“Any jabbing or lack of blood flow is for your own good,” You say, though it’s a struggle not to laugh as you think of the times you’ve had to give him stitches, and how he’d look at the needle like it was a grenade. You were sure he’d rather be looking down the barrel of a gun.

“So you do care?” Peter grins so wide it looks like it must hurt.

“Only as much as I’m required to,” You stand up, making a move away from his side, but before you can take even a step further, he grabs your hand.

“Sit with me a while longer,” He says, pulling you back to where you were. You listen, as if you could even try and will yourself away, and you can tell by the cheeky look on his face that he takes some kind of pride in this.

The build between you had been so slow, you’re not sure either of you could pinpoint when you became aware of his hold on you. It seemed likely he’d known for far longer than you, maybe even since that first night on the bathroom floor. Peter was manipulative, he was cruel, you knew it as well as anyone else, it was completely reasonable to assume he’d been exploiting this little crush you had on him. The thought made you feel sick.

“Are you alright?” He asks, and though you can tell he’s trying to be nice, he still looks at you as if you’ve swallowed a bug. Maybe it’s a symptom of his injured state, or maybe it’s the years of fake niceties catching up with him. Either seems entirely possible.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You say, looking around the room for an excuse to leave his side, though his hand is still clasped firmly over yours, as if he can read your mind. “Maybe you should eat, any alcohol in your system will delay the healing process and food could—”

“I didn’t drink,” Peter interrupts you, and you eye him suspiciously. “Seriously! I don’t trust my drunk self at a Dauntless party, not after what happened last time.”

“I wouldn’t either,” You say, though you’re secretly glad for that reassurance. The few times you had seen Peter drunk made you cringe now, especially the times he found it appropriate to drape an arm around you, whispering incomprehensible innuendos in your ear as you smiled awkwardly at curious passersby and hoped none of your friends found you. Apparently he thought it was amusing to humiliate you, despite all you’d done for him, but you couldn’t be mad at him when any scolding you tried just left him grinning like an idiot. “You’re impossibly annoying when you’re drunk.”

“Really? I thought you liked me hanging off of you,” He sighs, as if disappointed. “Besides, you’re not much better.”

“What?” You ask, the shock so clear in your voice that he laughs.

“You don’t remember?” Peter looks at you with a smirk. “I guess I’m not surprised, you were pretty out of it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That party just a couple weeks ago, when the power went out?” You know what he’s talking about, or at least, you heard about it.

“I thought Christina took me home,” You say, though now that you thought about it, the night was too blurry for you to confirm that with yourself.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, “But you’d been dancing with me all night, and when I got back to my place, you were there waiting outside my door.”

“Oh god, we didn’t—?”

“No, no. I told you, I swore off drinking at parties months ago,” Peter shakes his head, and you breathe a sigh of relief. “I just took you home, stayed with you most of the night.”

“Really?” You ask, finding it hard to believe he’d ever do something like that.

“Well, it was free entertainment,” He says with that wicked look in his eye. “You tried to flirt with me for at least a couple hours. I didn’t know you were so persistent.”

You feel yourself go bright red, not able to imagine the things you must’ve said. You’re about to apologize when he stops you.

“I imagine I’m worse though,” He laughs, “With the way you look and all.”

You’re a bit taken aback by that, but he seems unfazed, as if what he’s said is completely normal. He looks at you the way he’s always looked at you, but his words still make your heart beat a little faster, no matter how casual he seems.

“It was nice, though, when you danced with me. It seems like you’re always avoiding me,” He says after we’ve been quiet for a moment. He doesn’t seem sad, or even angry, more just curious, or maybe amused. Like he’s satisfied with his reputation. “Is it because of your friends? Or because of me?”

“You’re not exactly nice to them.” Or me, You consider adding, but don’t.

“Why should I be nice to them?” Peter laughs as if the idea is ridiculous. “I don’t like them.”

“Oh please, you don’t like anyone,” The words taste bad in your mouth, but you know they’re true, and you rip your hand out of his grasp. This is his greatest talent, of course, getting people riled up. He seems to relish in it. “Not even your lackeys.”

“They’re idiots,” Peter says dismissively, and you can’t help but feel wounded. If he thinks of the people he calls friends as idiots, what could he possibly think of you? You must seem like a total pushover to him, and though you hate to care about his opinion, the thought hurts you deep in your core. You feel as if your stomach might turn inside out.

But before you can worry yourself to death, he says, “You're wrong, though.”

You lift your eyebrows and fold your arms across your chest, urging him to go on, but too afraid to open your mouth out of fear of what you might say. You don’t want to stoop to his level.

“I do like some people,” You watch intently as Peter places a hand on your thigh, much more innocently than you thought he was capable of. “I like you.”

When you open your mouth to speak, it’s as if your tongue has been cut out. Your mind is screaming at you to say something, anything, but you simply cannot. This feels as if it goes on for hours before Peter looks at you with the most obnoxious grin, and suddenly, your voice returns, as if your very being simply couldn’t allow him this win.

“Wipe that smug look off your face,” You snap, but he only laughs. “I’m serious.”

“I bet you are,” he says, and though you’d never take this from anyone else, you find yourself only minorly annoyed by Peter, again. Really, if he was anyone else, you probably would’ve killed him by now.

“I should’ve gone to that damn party,” You think back to your inconsiderate coworkers with a glare at the door. “Maybe you wouldn’t have ended up here.”

“I think I would’ve ended up in your apartment instead,” He says, almost wistfully. “Though, it’s not too late for any of that.”

With a glance to the clock on the wall, you see he’s right. It’s not even one yet.

The look he gives you, like always, leaves you wanting nothing more than to even have a clue as to what he’s thinking. At least now, you have a better guess.

“How about this,” Peter starts, a mischievous glint in his eye that leaves you more excited than it should. “I don’t tell your superiors you left your post, and you give me one dance.”

“Nothing explicit,” You add, and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine,” He says, “But you might not be able to resist.”

You groan in disgust, but as he stands you take his hand and allow him to lead you out of the infirmary.

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It’s almost funny, the way you walk in together, with your arm looped around his. What’s even more odd is that Peter was the one to insist upon it, but you see its deeper purpose in the looks you receive. You can tell from the skip in his step that he loves the attention.

Despite the fact that you’re completely sober, something comparable to the effects of alcohol had seemed to wash over you in the time it took to walk from the infirmary to the Pit. The worries that have plagued you for months now don’t even cross your mind; the betrayal you took part in every time you helped Peter, your Abnegation background haunting you even past initiation, not even the unexplainable affection you felt towards the boy next to you could weigh on your thoughts now. The music is too loud, the lights are too strong, and Peter is standing too close.

“Peter, what are you doing back here?” An angry voice calls from behind Peter, and, in just a moment, you’re whipped around along with him, face to face with Tris. She looks angry, to say the least, but with Peter’s presence that’s a given. When she sees you, though, her expression becomes unreadable.

“I got fixed up,” He says, gesturing to you, a wide grin spread over his face. You realize Tris is injured too, though far less than Peter is, and it becomes apparent she’s the one he’d fought with. “Figured I better come back with a date, too.”

“I thought you were working tonight,” Tris says, completely ignoring Peter.

“I was,” You admit, “But I couldn’t let him back out here unsupervised.”

“We always end up together at the end of the night anyways,” Peter says, prompting you to jab your elbow into his side.

Tris eyes you up and down, staring at you as if Peter isn’t even there. At first, you worry she’s giving you some kind of death glare, but you quickly realize she’s deciding whether or not to leave you with Peter.

“We’ll see you later, Tris,” You say finally, not giving her any time to reply before you’ve tugged

Peter away from her. A second longer and they might’ve been at it again, and you aren’t gonna end the night without the dance you’d promised Peter.

“So eager,” He says, whisper-shouting in your ear once you’ve read the center of the crowd. All around you are people dancing. or fighting. though some of it is hard to tell apart.

You roll your eyes at him, but don’t make any protest when he pulls you in close. You take cues from the rest of the crowd when it comes to dancing, your heartbeat too loud in your ears to be able to properly hear the music.

This isn’t the soft, romantic dancing you’d heard of Amity couples doing, Dauntless would never allow a slow enough song for that, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, and you can tell Peter feels the same. He keeps you pressed to him so tightly you’re afraid you might melt into one person. You’d expect the sweat between the two of you to make you at least a little bit uncomfortable, but instead it has you excited, so completely aware of every sense despite the fact that all of them are being overwhelmed.

At some point, you find yourselves in the center of a very rowdy group. It doesn’t bother you, really, but you can tell from the scowl on his face that you’re a few seconds away from losing his attention completely.

You place your hand under his chin and turn his head so his eyes are back on you. His gaze softens, though not in the same way it does for strangers and unsuspecting victims. You’re almost sure you’ve got that difference down now, or at least you’d like to think that you would after all the time you’ve spent with him.

“We should get out of here,” Peter says, though you have to read his lips a little to understand him.

“I think you’re right,” You agree, allowing him to tug you away from the Pit entirely.

You suppose you don’t realize where he’s leading you until you’re at his door, but another part of you was sure where the two of you were headed. Either way, you know you aren’t mad about it.

You are, however, surprised when he holds open the door for you.

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Peter Hayes x Reader

Everybody underestimated you. Nobody thought you would make it. You were going to prove them wrong.

It was the last round of getting scores. You had stayed good enough to be able to pull ahead if you aced everything else, but low enough so people didn't go after you. Your father had said the better you are, the bigger target on your back.

It was hand to hand combat, sparring. The thing you had always been good at. From a young age your father had known you were more like hom then your mother.

He only went to Amity for your mother. He was a Dauntless born, and he tried to hide it. He could, in fact he did it very well.

He still had taught you the basics for when you got to leave Amity. Too peaceful, everybody was to nice. Did they actually like you? Or where they wanting to stab you? You could never tell.

Your nerves hit ten when Eric says you will be fighting Peter. Peter scoffs, and seems to smile. you were going to kick his ass.

You had appeared to be just lucky, and weak for all of training. But Peter was from, you didn't remember it was either Candor or Erudite. They didn't teach hand to hand combat in either..

You see Four attempts to change Eric's mind, you tell him you'll be fine, and wink. You make sure the wink is subtle but Four will still understand that you aren't the one in danger.

"Amity are brave?" Peter scoffs as you both step in to the ring. You roll your eyes as Peter attempts to punch you.

You catch his first and he looks shocked, "This yours?" You mock and twist his arm, he lets out a painful yelp before kicking your leg.

You fall and instantly jump back up, if they get you down you're as good as dead. You needed to get some headshots.

You dodge peters next first and meet that one with a knee to the gut. He doubles over in pain, he gets up and starts blindly swinging.

You let him hit your shoulder, he grabs it to attempt to flip you, he thinks you're light weight and easy to flip, idiot. As long as you know how to fight it's difficult for someone to flip you.

You counter that with a headbutt to his nose. He stumbles back in shock. You don't let him recover, that asshole had it coming.

You punch his jaw, and the other side of his jaw. His head ships back and forth like a damn ragdoll as you land blows.

You finally have him pinned and decide he really had it coming. You angle your first and roughly connect it with nose. You groan in pain and hear a crack. It was most likely his nose, but it might be your finger.

Before you can hit again someone drags you away from Peter. It's Four. You see a ghost of a smile on his face.

"He had it coming," Four whispers before going to order some initiates around. You smile, but then notice the throbbing in your side and shoulder.

Peter was shocked when you handed his ass to him on a silver platter. Literally, he got almost no punches in.

You had toyed with him before getting bored and beating the shit out of him. He thought that was hot.

He was slightly mad that a girl beat him, and this bad. But that didn't stop him from falling in love. He was hopeless.

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A/N: Hey guys. I've decided to reinvest myself in the Divergent fandom. This is a Peter Hayes x Reader fic based on the scene where Tris is ambushed and nearly thrown into the chasm. I don't really know how to feel about this one. I couldn't get my thoughts in order for this one and might redo it later under a different name, but for now, this is how it turned out. I'd really appreciate some feedback on this one.

Summary: After barely scraping by in stage one of Dauntless initiation, Y/N climbs the ranks quickly in stage two. Rather than being intimidated by her sudden success, Peter is impressed that the meek girl from his old faction is finally proving that she belongs in Dauntless. She's one of his only friends and he'd protect her at any cost, especially against the other initiates.

WC: 1838

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of being buried alive, attempted murder, general violence.

Dauntless initiation was, in the simplest terms, hell. The first day was easy. Well, it was easy compared to the nineteen days that would follow. Day one was the day the dependents chose their factions. The Dauntless initiates climbed up to the tracks and boarded a moving train, and if they didn’t make it on the train, they became factionless. They jumped from that same train over a gap between the tracks and the top of part of the Dauntless compound. If they didn’t jump, they were factionless; if they jumped but didn’t clear the gap, they were dead. Then Dauntless leadership made them jump through a hole that dropped them several stories; they were factionless if they didn’t jump. Y/N is a transfer initiate from Candor with Christina, Peter, Al, Molly, Drew, and Sean. However, she wasn’t friends with them back in their old faction. She always kept to herself, so when she decided to jump right after Tris, the other former members of Candor were impressed. 

Days two through eight were filled with grueling physical training. The initiates learned to shoot guns, throw knives, fight, and build strength and endurance. Y/N had barely scraped through the first part of the initiation, ranking as number nineteen of twenty-one. The only initiates that ranked below her were Tris and Al. She likely would’ve ranked higher if she hadn’t been paired with people much higher on the board for the fights. The only things that pushed her above the red line were her alarmingly accurate knife-throwing skills and her near-immaculate aim during firearms training. She enjoys what essentially becomes two days off after stage one of training. The ninth day was meant to be visiting day, where all the transfers could see their parents again, but Y/N had no one to come and see her.

As soon as stage two begins, Y/N begins to climb through the ranks, and her average time getting through each of her fears is only four minutes. She’s second only to Tris in her fear simulations. Unfortunately, the fiercely competitive nature of all of the initiates, her rapid climb through the ranks has painted a target on her back the same way it had for Tris. Unlike the others, though, she was one of the few who had become friends with Peter, and he’d helped patch her up more than once after intense training sessions. He was no less sarcastic with her, but there was much less hostility in his tone when they spoke, and he tried to pick fights with anyone who would harass her when he was within eyeshot. Y/N would roll her eyes each time and remind him that she could care for herself even if she wasn’t as strong as most other initiates. She had no idea that she’d live to regret turning down Peter’s invitation to join him for dinner after they decided to get tattoos to celebrate getting through stage one of initiation.

After the fourth day of their fear simulations, Y/N made her way up to the ninth position in the ranks. She had been proud of herself, but she’d been left reeling and sick to her stomach as she’d been forced to live through being buried alive in the simulation. Not only was she afraid of being stuck in a confined space, she’d seen all of her friends watching her be buried alive and do nothing. The only person who had seen her fear had been Four, but she couldn’t look any of her friends in the eye after that particular fear simulation. She forced herself to go with Peter to get tattoos after that because she had already promised him she would. 

“Come grab dinner with me, Y/N. I haven’t seen you eat anything today,” Peter encouraged, watching Y/N admire the new Dauntless emblem on her left forearm. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was very concerned for her and he was wary about letting her go off on her own after seeing several initiates glare daggers at her whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

“Didn’t realize you were so concerned about my eating habits, Hayes,” she joked, glancing up at her friend. “I’m not hungry, so I think I’ll head to the training room and get a bit of a workout in. I know that stage one is over, but I want to get better at fighting.” Peter simply nodded, knowing that arguing would not do any good even though everything in his body told him that letting her go off by herself was a bad idea.

“Alright, fine. Just don’t wake me up when you’re hungry in the middle of the night,” he snarked, though his tone was playful before he turned and walked to the cafeteria despite his better judgment. He could barely eat his dinner with the pit that settled in his stomach, so he decided to go find Y/N to try and get rid of the uneasy feeling that plagued him.

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Y/N had gone to the training room to get some extra training. She only left when fatigue finally started seeping into her joints, and her hands were raw from the rough leather of the punching bag. She’d been no stranger to late-night walks, nor was she any stranger to taking the long way around to the transfers’ dormitory. As usual, she decided to take the long way around to the dormitory and followed the winding path that overlooked the chasm. She didn’t expect two sets of hands to grab her just as she’d turned down the hall to the dormitory.

“What the hell?” she’d cried out, the startled exclamation escaping her lips much louder than she’d intended as she started to struggle against her assailants’ grips. “Damn it, let go of me!” she screamed, scrunching her body and kicking her legs out to full extension. It had thrown one of the masked initiates off balance for a brief moment, but they’d quickly recovered and continued to drag her, kicking and screaming, towards the chasm. “Get the fuck off!” she shouted again, managing to throw her head back into the other attacker’s nose. She couldn’t help the ghost of a satisfied smile appearing on her lips as she heard the familiar sickening crack of a nose breaking and the person dropping her.

She cried out in pain, however, when her head hit against the solid path after being dropped. The impact left her dizzy, her kicks against the other person dragging her suddenly a lot less powerful. They were talking, but it sounded like they were underwater. She only managed to make out a very muffled “Hurry up and get her over before someone finds us!” followed by a very loud “Hey! Get the fuck away from her!” and footsteps pounding towards her. She forced her eyes to stay open and made out Peter’s blurry figure throwing punches and kicks. He used almost every fighting trick they’d learned against the two initiates, not letting up until he was satisfied they were down for the rest of the night. Both assailants were left with broken noses, black eyes, probably several broken ribs, and concussions and several cuts all over their faces from being thrown against the wall.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll get you to the infirmary,” Peter’s muffled voice sounded as she felt his arms slide under her knees and upper back to lift her into his arms. Dazed as she was, she managed to wrap her arms around his neck for a bit of extra support as he carried her back to the dormitory. To say that everyone was shocked at the sight of Peter carrying a battered Y/N would’ve been an understatement, but neither Peter nor Y/N cared what the others thought. He set her down to sit upright against the wall on his bed. “Don’t go getting yourself beat up again while I get a rag to clean you up,” he mocked, though Y/N didn’t miss the genuine concern in his tone.

True to his word, Peter returned only a few moments later and took a wet rag to her face. He wiped away the blood and dirt that stained her face, neck, hands, and arms with a tenderness no one in the room realized that Peter was capable of. The second he was done, he tossed the rag at Tris, scooped Y/N into his arms, and stood up. “Take care of that for me, stiff,” he taunted as Tris caught the rag and he made his way out of the dorm and down to the infirmary. He tried to recount what had happened to the medical staff as calmly as he could, but even thinking about what had happened made him see red, and he had to fight against the urge to go back and finish those two off. Even though he wanted to return, he stayed by her side all night.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N mumbled the second she caught sight of Peter the next morning. “What am I doing here?” she added as she took in her surroundings and the pounding ache in her head.

“Are you serious? Two assholes almost threw you into the chasm last night, and you’re asking why I’m here?” he scoffed, looking at her incredulously. “I brought you to the infirmary last night because you hit your head pretty damn hard. I wasn’t going to let you just lay there where anyone could come along and throw you over.” He missed the slight smile on her lips, still fuming over the fact that she’d been attacked.

“Thanks for saving my ass last night, but I’ll have you know that I broke one of their noses before you came to my rescue,” she declares, grinning a bit at the eye roll he gave her in return. “Seriously, though, Peter. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Whatever. You know I’ve got your back, no matter how annoying you are,” he said with another eye roll as he stood up. “You’ve been given the day off of fear simulations. I’ve got to go. I’ll be back to check on you later,” he murmured and squeezed her hand gently, looking as though he was having an internal battle before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve got you, but I really don’t want you doing something stupid and getting yourself killed before I come back today. You understand?” he chastised.

“Yes, Peter, I understand,” Y/N whispered, squeezing his hand back. “I’ll be right here when you come back.” With a satisfied nod, he turned around and left for his fear simulation. He may have been one of the most infuriating people Y/N had ever met, but she was glad he was her friend and had her back. After all, she would’ve been dead had he not trusted his gut and come to find her.

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Loving Your Enemy Peter Hayes

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Shot Gun: Divergent

OC x Peter Hayes x Eric Coulter

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hi! could i request something about how divergent characters (especially peter) would react to someone flirting with their s/o ? love your acc btw 😊

Jealousy - Divergent Preference/Reaction

You have no idea how excited I got when I saw this!

Like I woke up and saw this and I'm fuckin pumped to write this!

Sorry if this sucks, not a lot of inspiration.

WARNING:Fluff, probably a bit crack, Peter and Eric being themselves, and a lil suggestiveness, and a lil angst

Peter

When he sees some rando Dauntless initiate flirting with you, he is pissed. He knows you'd never leave him, especially for an initiate, but the fact that this fucking kid thinks he can get with HIS partner... he needs to put the little shit in his place.

The moment he sees the kid flirting with you, he practically runs up to you and wraps his arms around your torso and gives the initiate the biggest death glare he could. Peter grabs your face and forces his lips on yours, not that you're complaining, but it was a bit embarrassing to have someone watch Peter make out with you. While you weren't aware, Peter rose his hand and flips off the initiate, which makes him leave, finally getting he hint that you were taken.

Eric

Okay.. let's be honest here, this guy is fucking PETTY. Like if someone even looks at you in a suggestive way, he's just like, "get up here and fucking fight me, cause bitch, we both know you can't win."

He knows you'd never leave him, but he's still gonna be like, hell nah that's my partner. Not gonna lie, he probably almost killed someone because they were obviously harrassing you even though the person knew you were taken and asked them to go away. He would absolutely kill a bitch if it meant that you would be safe.

Tobias/Four

Tobias can be very intimidating to younger people and people who don't know him very well. So imagine how he looks when he sees that someone is flirting with you, his partner. He's silent, but he's glaring at this person, probably imagining 100 knives in their back.

When he realizes the person isn't going away and you start looking uncomfortable after you realize the person doesn't care that you have a boyfriend and keeps flirting with you, he quickly finishes whatever he was doing and took you away from the uncomfortable aura of being around the person flirting with you. Let's just say you felt that jealousy and anger later that night.

Tris

Tris is extremely insecure, so when she sees someone flirting with you she is not okay, she starts to think about all the things she hates about herself and how she thinks she's not good enough for you. Quickly those thoughts vanished as she saw you twist the persons arm when they tried to touch you in a bad way.

"Sorry, bitch, but I have a girlfriend, and if you want to keep your arm attached to your body, I suggest you leave me the fuck alone," you threatened. Tris propped up in pride, all those negative thoughts going away. You loved her so much more than she thinks.

[lovewithasideoffries]

serum: peter hayes x reader

notes: this takes place at the end of insurgent but if instead of trying to open the box, tris, four, and peter just go back to the factionless

summary: after saving tris, peter is forced to take the truth serum to reveal his motives. but he ends up revealing more about his schoolboy crush on y/n than intended.

word count: basically 1k

REQUESTS OPEN FOR FOUR AND PETER FROM DIVERGENT

Everyone was wary of Peter, especially Tris. How could she not be? He’d screwed her over more times than she could count. And although his stunt to save her in Erudite did earn him a safe trip back to the Factionless with them, it did not earn him an ounce of trust. 

Luckily, Tori had a solution for that. She had contacted Jack Kang since the three got back and was able to get ahold of enough truth serum for one person (they couldn't risk letting it fall into the hands of Evelyn; she was still not to be trusted). 

So here you are now. They’d decided it was best not to have Peter spill his soul to all the Dauntless and Factionless and instead are in a closed off room filled with Peter, you (per his request), Tris, Four, Tori, and - to everyone’s dismay but her own - Evelyn. 

“Okay so once we inject the serum you’ll start to feel lightheaded,” Tori explains to him, at which he rolls his eyes, “We’ll ask you questions and the more you try to resist telling us the truth-” 

“The more it'll hurt,” Peter cuts her off. “I know the drill. Former-Candor here, remember?”

Tori ignores him and says, “Alright, are you ready?” 

Peter grabs your hand and grips it tightly. Everyone has fears, no matter how brave they may act, and one of Peter’s, ironically, is needles. You squeeze his hand reassuringly as the metal goes into his neck and injects the serum. 

“You okay?” you ask him softly, looking into those soft brown eyes of his. You know that the serum has worked when he shakes his head a bit. Peter would never willingly admit to you that he isn't feeling well because of something so simple.

“It’ll be over soon, Pete, promise.” You pull him into a short hug and step aside, giving him space for the questioning. 

“Peter,” Four says, gaining his attention, “Whose side are you on? Ours or Jeanine’s?”

“I’m on my own side,” he says, “Whichever benefits me most at the moment is the one I will help.”

“Can we trust you?” Tris asks. The question is not a very clear one, and you aren't sure how he’ll answer. 

“That depends.”

“On what?” Everlyn demands impatiently.

“On a lot of things,” Peter shrugs. He should not be able to conceal information so well, but being past-Candor has taught him many things, and how to keep his mouth shut is one of them. 

“Like what?” Four’s mother repeats. 

“Well for starters, who's winning. And then what's in it for me. Because honestly I don't give a shit about this war. All I care about is how it affects me… and those I care about.”

That answer seems to satisfy the group because they move onto their next question. “Why did you save Tris?” Four questions. 

“Because I owed her. And I don't like owing people. Being in debt to someone is allowing them to have power over you. The sooner I can eliminate that power the better,” he answers. But he winces, just slightly, at the end of his sentence and Tris catches it. 

“No, there's more than that,” she insists. “There's got to be more to that answer.”

A pause. And Peter is visibly fighting the serum. He groans in pain, before giving in. “I did it because it’s what Y/n would've wanted me to do.”

Your expression turns to one of shock. “What? Peter, what are you talking about?” 

His eyes clench closed in pain and you take it back. “Wait, don't answer that. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to force you.”

“No, answer it,” Tris says, simply out of curiosity.

“Tris!” you exclaim. “Don't, Peter.”

“Why not? Aren't you curious?” she shoots back. And of course you are. You’ve been in love with this man ever since you met when you were kids, but for that exact reason you don't want to push his boundaries.

“Because he’s my friend!” you exclaim, “I’m not going to force him to tell me something if he's not comfortable!”

“Do it Peter! Why’d you do what Y/n wanted you to?” Tori jumps in, teaming up with Tris, and Four watches the scene in amusement.

“Because I’m in love with her,” he blurts out, deep crescent marks dug into his palms from how tightly he was clenching his fists. He slaps his hand over his mouth and he watches your reaction nervously. 

“Alright and we’ll leave you to it,” Tris says, pulling Four out the room with her with a smirk on her face. Tori and Evelyn soon follow them. 

“Y/n-” he starts, but you cut him off. 

“Pete, if you don't want to talk about it now, we don't have to. It's not fair that you have a truth serum in you and I don't.” You turn to leave. 

“Stay,” he calls out. “I want to talk about it now.” 

“You sure?” He nods, and so you take a seat on the floor across from him and he slips off the chair he was sitting on to join you. 

“I’m sorry,” he says sadly.

“For what?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“For throwing all this onto you. I know you don't feel the same, but please can we just pretend this never happened and-”

“Peter!” you cut him off seriously. “I’m in love with you too.”

He’s shocked. “You what?”

You smile shyly. “I’m in love with you, Peter Hayes.”

“So it's okay if I kiss you?” he clarifies.

You lean forward and your hand cups his cheek as you press your lips to his. He smiles into the kiss, and tangles a hand into your hair as he deepens it. 

When you pull away, his eyes meet yours lovingly and you get to admire him for all of three seconds until Tori pops her head back into the room and childishly says “You’re welcome!”

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[foreverrogers]

just thinking about the way you’d be in bed and it’s super hot but peter keeps smothering you cause he is Always Warm and he just wants to cuddle and you eventually cave in

please i absolutely LOVE this idea!!!!

i have said it a millions times but i will once again reiterate that peter parker's love language is touch and he always wants to be touching you no matter what, no matter how hot it is and how hot he runs.

even with the AC on it's still sweltering in the dark of your bedroom, melting you into the sheets where you lay in nothing but your underwear and a singlet.

you try to get as far away as possible from peter on summer nights like these. not because it's anything personal but because he constantly has the body heat of a supernova, and even pushed to either side of the bed you can still feel it radiating toward you.

you haven't been able to sleep, slipping in and out of a hazy state of consciousness, and you're about to fall into a blissful moment of sleep when you feel his arm drape over your waist.

he's not even pressed that close, but the heat of him so close is so smothering you're surprised it doesn't burn.

"pete," you groan, try to shuffle under the dead weight of his arm on top of you.

there's no response, just the gentle stirring of the man behind you, if anything makes him move a little closer.

"pete," you try again, a little louder, a little more pronounced, and this time you hear his long inhale as he wakes up.

"yeah?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, takes the opportunity to consciously wrap his arm around your middle, pulls you firmly against his front.

"it's way too hot to be cuddling right now."

"but it's nice," he mutters, lips brushing over your shoulder when he says it, warm breath fanning out over the already sweat-slick skin.

"and you're a fucking furnace, pete. you're like a million degrees, i don't know how you're sleeping."

he hums, seems to ignore your sentiment, steadfast in the grasp he was around your waist. "pretty weird way of calling me hot, but I'll take it."

your sigh only seems to make him smile, lips curled as he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades.

you don't move to protest again, though, stay silent as you close your eyes and try to convince your brain to sleep.

"fine," you mutter, resign yourself to the pool of sweat you'll be waking up to in a couple hours. "but you're washing the sheets tomorrow morning."

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Debt - Peter Hayes x Reader

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40814673

Description: You saved Peter Hayes life, now he won’t leave you alone. The first in a series.