One bed trope at an inn of some sort. We are friends, but there has been something brewing between us for years that neither of us will admit. It’s all teasing and flirting with plausible deniability. I’m a Gryffindor.
Peter and y/n are new initiates to Dauntless, locked in a tense rivalry as they compete for the top spot on the leaderboard. Their disdain for each other is palpable, and their verbal spars are just as sharp as their physical fights. Peter is a raging asshole, and y/n is the only one who can match his deep-cut insults with wit. This infuriates him, and makes him only more bloodthirsty for a sign of weakness from her.
One night, y/n and another initiate stay up late to practice sparring. He is near the bottom of the ranking and she is trying to help him advance, while getting some reps in herself, hoping to surpass Peter. Unfortunately, Peter has the same idea and finds them in the bleak concrete training center. He watches them for a while first, and becomes inexplicably jealous
Y/n is summoned to Eric’s room for private business. Peter, incapable of staying out of her way, manages to barge in without warning on said business, and is not only shocked by what he finds but… jealous?
Peter and y/n are new initiates to Dauntless, locked in a tense rivalry as they compete for the top spot on the leaderboard. Their disdain for each other is palpable, and their verbal spars are just as sharp as their physical fights. Peter is a raging asshole, and y/n is the only one who can match his deep-cut insults with wit. This infuriates him, and makes him only more bloodthirsty for a sign of weakness from her.
One night, y/n and another initiate stay up late to practice sparring. He is near the bottom of the ranking and she is trying to help him advance, while getting some reps in herself, hoping to surpass Peter. Unfortunately, Peter has the same idea and finds them in the bleak concrete training center. He watches them for a while first, and becomes inexplicably jealous
