Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

Smiles

CHRISTINA
It was her shy smile that drew me in when I first saw her on the train that day. She was in gray. I was in black and white. We were both tired and anxious, waiting to see where exactly that train would take us, if we would survive it, and most importantly, our lives ahead.

Before she jumped, her name was Beatrice. She tucked her blonde hair that was falling from her Abnegation bun behind her ear. She was soft and calm, and somehow, that little Stiff slowed my heartbeat down but picked it right back up when she smiled.

After she jumped, her name was Tris. It suited her a lot better, especially when she slipped into her Dauntless clothes and then burned her gray dress. Beatrice was such a comforting name, but it was Abnegation. Tris sounded firmer, like she had authority over herself now. Like Dauntless.

She was still smiling.

There were plenty of times when she didn't smile. When Four threw knives at her head. When Al nearly killed her. When Eric decided to punish me by throwing me over the chasm and forced me to hold on within an inch of my life. She wasn't smiling then. But when she picked me up and held me, realizing I was okay and just needed someone to hold me, she smiled. Maybe it was just from relief, but still. She smiled.

Tris had bad dreams sometimes and woke up grouchy in the mornings when Four woke us up at the crack of dawn for training or just to yell at us. I sat with her during our free time and let her cry on my shoulder when she missed her family, or when she had dreams of the people she loved getting hurt.

After all was said and done and her cheeks dried, she smiled. It was contagious. I had to smile back. Without thinking, I gently brushed the ravens on her collarbone. They were fresh, a bit raised, but beautiful. She blushed, and that's when I knew I was in too deep to move.

I was dumb. Well, maybe not that dumb. But I kissed her, and not one of those stupid "friendly" kisses on the cheek, a real kiss. On the lips. They were so soft and tasted like salt from sweat. It was everything I ever wanted.

When she pulled away, I thought she would run away and never speak to me again. But then she looked up at me with those big eyes I loved so much.

And she smiled.

We were teased, a lot, and it was always by the sad, pathetic losers, like Peter and Drew. Some of it was just plain homophobia. Some of it was them "wanting to watch." Some of it was comments on what we did when we were alone, which was nothing at the time. We kissed and held hands. That was all.

They stole Tris's towel while she was showering, inciting her to come out naked so they could mock her. She was embarrassed when I caught her as she was trying to wrangle her towel back from Peter, but I thought her body was beautiful.

We were both red in the face when she was dressed and we were sitting on my creaky dorm bed. She fiddled with her thumbs and only stopped when I stroked her cheek and said, "Don't do that. I think you're perfect."

She smiled and kissed me again.

We passed the rankings. We were finally Dauntless. Four stopped yelling at us and instead congratulated us for actually making it. I was no longer Candor. She was no longer Abnegation. We were fully Dauntless, through and through, together, holding hands in the center of the Pit.

There was a huge celebration that night, but Tris and I skipped it. Instead I brought her to the dorms and made sure we were all alone before I laid her down and showed her just how much I really loved her. She was nervous and afraid, but she eventually calmed down when I kissed her ravens one by one.

It was glorious, and we were exhausted afterward, boneless on the tiny bed, sweaty and sleepy. We laid there for some time, and I stroked her long hair and gave her little kisses here and there.

She smiled at me. And I melted.
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Today is my 20th birthday. Tris said she has a big surprise for me today, but she won't even hint at it. She told me to wait in our apartment until she comes home from work.

I do just that, and I grow more impatient by the minute, until she walks through the door. She's smiling, but not showing teeth. Just the dimple that I love. She's got something behind her back and I desperately try to take a peek.

"What is it?" I ask.

"No peeking," Tris says.

I'm jumping up and down in excitement. My mind goes through different ideas of what could be in her hand, but my entire body goes blank when she gets down on one knee.

It's a whirlwind of emotions and tears in these few seconds. But I finally say yes, and she slips the ring on my finger and pulls me into her arms. When I look up, she's looking back at me.

"God, I hope I can see you smile till the day I die," I whisper.

"You can count on it."

She kisses me, and when we pull away, she smiles.