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Hey, if you take requests, can I ask Eric x Reader where he’s obsessed with her? Ps. "Stiff, huh?" Is so intense ... Eric is wow

I do take requests! Thank you for leaving this, it was fun to write! I hope this is alright! And I'm glad you enjoyed the other fic 😊💛💛

I'll Cover You.

Eric Coulter x reader

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, violence, gun use

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A yelp inadvertently escapes me as a sharp bolt of pain goes through my right hand, my punch falling short as I flinch back in surprise. Biting my lip, I shake my hand, glancing around at the other initiates nearby, thankful that no one has noticed my brief moment of weakness. Discreetly, I unfold my fist and examine it, trying to discern exactly what caused the sudden discomfort, looking over the purple bruising dusting my knuckles, as well as the grazes adorning the same areas. I frown, unsure of what happened. Shaking it off, I simply get back into position and go to strike the punchbag again, tensing my core before I do anything.

A stern voice interrupts me, however, as a familiar figure steps up beside me.

"Take your thumb out of your fist, initiate." Eric commands, staring me down with his icy blue eyes.

"S-sorry?" I stutter, unsure of what he means as I look down at my fists.

He rolls his eyes and sighs, forming a fist with his own hand.

"Like this. It's not hard." He shows me, gesturing to my own hands.

Trying not to look at his bulging muscles, I observe his hand and copy it, only now realising what he meant.

"Never punch with your thumb in your fist, or you'll end up breaking it. Wouldn't be a great start, would it?" Are his only words before he stalks off, going to watch over some other initiate, leaving me blinking in his wake.

Keeping my hands as he showed me, I start beating the bag again, ignoring the slight stinging from the grazes as I work on the efficiency of my blows. With each punch, I make sure to hold my composure, stepping back from the bag as if my opponent were retaliating, keeping my eyes trained on it, so much so that I completely zone out the area around me. That is until I hear my name being called.

"(Y/n)! Kai! In the ring, now!" Eric orders us, voice resonating around the training area as it always does, his authority lacing his tone.

Swallowing nervously, I cautiously walk over to the raised platform, terrified at the thought of facing off with this particular initiate. People stare as I climb up, their eyes roaming over my body critically, comparing me with the hugely muscular boy across from me. Kai is massive in every sense of the word: bulging muscular arms, visibly toned torso, thighs like pillars and with a towering height that looms over the tallest of people. Surprisingly, however, his personality is much softer, the guy being relatively friendly with everyone, only really using his strength (gained from hard work in the Amity fields) for good use; he almost always apologizes for hurting someone. As I square up to him, I feel myself becoming more and more nervous by the minute, his fists easily the size of two of mine, but I ignore the rising sense of dread and wait for Eric to start us off.

"Go." The leader simply grunts, watching closely as we start circling each other.

Controlling my breathing, I move my weight onto the balls of my feet and hold my arms over my body, providing some protection from the oncoming onslaught of blows. Judging his step, I make eye contact with Kai briefly before suddenly ducking into his space and jabbing my fist out at his lower abdomen, striking his rock-hard abs with some force. Instantly, I recoil back out of reach, prepared for some form of retaliation in reaction to the blow, somewhat surprised when he shows minimal pain. Distracted by this, I quickly receive a blow to the stomach, having left it unguarded from my previous attack, the breath leaving me as his knuckles make contact. Grunting, I stumble backwards, ducking over my body to protect myself, only to accidentally make myself into an easier target as he grabs hold of my head and smashes my face into his lifted knee. Tears spring to my eyes as my nose audibly crunches, blood starting to pour from it as I begin to lose some focus, the pain raising in my face very disconcerting. 

With my head still in his hands, I feel him lift it again for yet another blow with his knee, my mind racing as I jerk out my arm and jab it into the space between his thighs. A grunt escapes him at this, instinctively releasing me as he goes to protect his intimate regions. Relieved, I slip out of his reach and readjust, taking note of his slightly hunched position. Moving swiftly, I get closer and swing my leg round in a sharp kick to his jaw, throwing his head to the side painfully, the muscular boy spitting out a mouthful of blood as he goes, one of his teeth coming loose from the sudden impact. Triumphant, I go to repeat the action, only to find my leg grabbed by him, his hand closing around my limb tightly. Smirking, he quickly uses this hold on my leg to pull my feet out from under me, easily throwing me over his shoulder and smashing me into the ground, pain blossoming in my chest as it collides. Winded, I lie there, only just managing to twist onto my back as he lifts a foot over my head, ready to kick me into unconsciousness.

"Stop." Eric's cool voice interrupts us both, breaking through the haze.

Both our heads snap round to look at him, my vision spinning as I do so, confused as I stare at our leader through blurry eyes.

"Go to the infirmary and get yourselves fixed up. Now." He commands us, turning away from us and going to stand a little way away.

As soon as his back is turned, Kai crouches down to my level and offers me a hand, grey eyes clouded with concern.

"You alright? I'm sorry, I went too far." He says, helping me upright, slipping his arm around my back and lending me his shoulder to get me walking.

"It's fine, Kai, don't worry. It's what we're supposed to do, after all. I'm sorry about hitting you...there." I apologise, wincing as my chest heaves slightly, my ribs clearly bruised.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

As we walk, neither of us notice Eric's eyes following us out of the room.

*

For once, I don't barely climb onto the train as I speeds by, my arms somehow managing to pull me inside with time to spare, a smile working its way onto my face in triumph. Usually, I seem to struggle with having the distance, but tonight I managed it with some ease, meaning I didn't have to embarrass myself under the watchful eyes of Eric, who stares down at me as I straighten again. As always, his face is blank, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his muscles straining under the fabric of his coat. Suppressing the smile on my face, I bite my lip and look away, ignoring the slight twitch of his brow as he looks me over, eyeing me carefully as I go to stand with Kai, who has quickly become a good friend of mine, the huge boy turning out to be very caring and enjoyable to have around. 

"Where do you think we're going?" The brunette asks me as I go to lean on the wall beside him.

Shrugging, I watch as the rest of the initiates join us, the Dauntless-born easily springing onto the moving train whilst the others, like Kai and I, struggle a little. Four is last to hop up, as always.

"I don't know." I inform my friend, looking to the bags at Eric's feet.

"Well, if you wait patiently, you might just find out." Eric suddenly bites out, his gaze fixed on the two of us.

Surprised, we both now, exchanging a glance between us.

"Oops." I mutter to him, falling silent as we watch the leader step forwards into the middle of the initiates.

"We're gonna play some Capture the Flag tonight. Four and I will each lead a team, each of which hides a flag and has to defend it. First team to get the opposing flag wins." He explains briefly, bending to unzip one of the bags at his feet, pulling out a type of gun I've never seen before, "You'll each get one of these. They're loaded with neurostim darts, which will simulate the pain of a gunshot wound without actually injuring you. They hurt like a bitch, so watch yourselves."

As he says this, Eric allows his eyes to fall on Kai and I, narrowing them as he finds my friend.

"Ok, Eric and I will now pick our teams. Eric will go first." Four chips in, gesturing for the leader to start.

"I'll take (Y/n)." He chooses, staring at me as I double take in surprise. Dumbfounded, I nod once, signifying that I heard him.

Four appears surprised momentarily, before he blinks and chooses one of the Dauntless-born.

Five minutes later and we've all been picked for a team, each of us sidling over towards our corresponding team leader as the train starts to come to a slowed pace. Kai was picked for Four's team, so I shoot him one last look before going to stand with the rest of Eric's team, taking one of the proffered guns and comfortably resting it against my hip, keeping the safety on for now. Looking up, I make eye contact with the stern leader, just catching his eye before he quickly glances away, saying something to Four as we prepare to leave the train, having been told to do so.

Without warning, Eric and Four throw themselves from the vehicle, landing somewhere in the darkness as the rest of us follow hastily, unwilling to be left on the train. Slinging the gun over my shoulder, I launch myself into the black night, my feet colliding with the ground seconds later, causing me to roll to absorb the shock, my hands scraping slightly on the uneven gravel. I'm quick to right myself, however, taking the gun off of my shoulder as I take out my torch and light it, easily locating Eric and going to stand with him. The rest of the team joins us and we leave the main area, walking for a few minutes until Eric stops.

"We'll need a tactic. Four is good at this, but I've beaten him most times so we need to make sure we don't lose to him tonight, got it?" The leader briefs us, holding out the luminescent flag to one of the Dauntless-born, "Go hide this in that old ticket booth over there. It's easy enough to defend and it's hard for them to find. The rest of you, find somewhere to hide around it. (Y/n), you're coming with me."

Surprised, I look at him but agree anyway, glad to have some alone time with the leader, watching as he elects one of the more experienced initiates to take charge of the defending team, before he signals for me to follow him. Taking the safety off my gun, I do so, keeping my footfall light and gentle, staying low to the ground to avoid being seen. Eric does the same, his movements calculated and practiced, his muscular frame somehow managing to step stealthily over the uneven ground.

"What did you want me for?" I hiss at him, keeping an eye out for any attackers.

"I need you to climb that tower and locate their flag. And you have the best aim, so I'm gonna need you to snipe out any guards if you can, so that you can then go in and get it." He whispers back, pointing to a nearby tower.

Frowning, I go to respond.

"And what about you?"

"I'll cover you, obviously." He replies matter-of-factly.

"Right."

As we approach the tower, he breaks off and goes to hide behind a nearby dumpster, reinforcing his plan to me as he does so, expecting me to scale the riveted wall of the abandoned structure by hand. Swallowing, I replace the gun over my shoulders and look over the rough surface before me, wondering how the hell I'm ever going to pull this off. Finding a handhold, I start ascending, using the marks to my advantage as I hoist myself higher and higher, ignoring the aching protests of my arms. Grazes litter my fingertips, my muscles trembling with each pull up, the gun knocking gently against my lower back. 

It takes me a few minutes, but soon I'm high enough that I can see the area around us, my eyes roaming the dark area with scrutiny, looking out for the fluorescent flag. I spot it easily, the colourful fabric glowing brightly on top of another nearby tower, just a little way away, a figure guarding it alone, though there are most likely others at the base of the structure. 

A sudden cry of pain snaps my attention down to the ground again, my eyes swiftly finding the silhouette of a body lying on the floor, Eric swiftly moving out to make sure the threat stays down, his fun levelled in preparation. Upon seeing this, I start climbing back down, spotting another three oncoming opponents just a little way away from us, their voices somewhat raised. Taking note of this, I hasten down, managing to hop down in time to face off with the newcomers, who are faced with a swift barrage of darts. Two fall, clutching at their legs in pain, the third taking a little more to neutralize before he too drops to the floor, squirming in agony.

"You find it?" Eric questions me, secretly checking me over for any injury in the darkness, aware that he can't really see much 

"Yeah, it's this way." Turning, the two of us run in the direction of the other tower, thankfully staying clear of any enemies until we reach the low wall surrounding the structure. Circling it, we soon figure out why this particular tower was chosen.

"There's only one way into the tower past this wall, and they'll all be around that area." Eric muses, stopping with his back pressed against the offending architecture, "Any ideas?"

Thinking for a minute, I eye the wall carefully.

"I think so. We didn't get shot at as we approached it, which means they must all be at the other end, or not paying any attention, so one of us could climb over the wall  and get in that way, but they'd be vulnerable when they were climbing the tower." I suggest, tapping my weapon slightly.

"I said I'd cover you. You climb and I'll shoot the bastards, then I'll join you at the top." Eric confirms, gesturing for me to go.

Nodding, I make my way around to another part of the wall, starting to scale it in the darkness as I did before, hoping no one will catch me. Gritting my teeth, I haul myself over the structure and drop into the enclosed area, glad to hear the cries of alarm coming from a different part of the circle as I run over to the base of the tower. Thanking my aptitude for climbing, I start making my way up the building, trying to ignore the possibility of falling to my death as I start to get higher and higher off the ground. It takes me a little while, but I eventually manage to pull my aching limbs up and onto the balcony of the upper floor of the tower, somehow still out of sight of the guard, who is shooting at what I'm assuming is Eric down in the circle. Quietly, I slip into the shadows and ready my gun, shooting the unsuspecting initiate into the back, their sharp cry of surprise and pain resonating loudly around the room as I take up the flag and go to the open window. Leaning out, I scream out to the people below, waving it around triumphantly as a chorus of groans escapes the gathering of defenders, Eric already climbing the steps inside the tower. 

Ecstatic, I shake the flag around more, happy that I may have proved myself as capable for once, my face split into a proud grin. Behind me, Eric suddenly bursts in, coming over to me with a smirk of his own.

"Congratulations, (Y/n)." He says, seemingly considering something.

"Thank you." I murmur, fighting off the blush as he stares at me, his eyes concealing a different emotion to what I was expecting.

Suddenly, he leans in and presses his lips to mine, swallowing my squeak of surprise as he starts to move with me. Cupping my face in his hand, his other at my waist, pulling me closer, Eric continues to kiss me, the sensation stirring up butterflies in my stomach, my body craving his touch as he presses himself flush against me. Briefly pulling apart for air, he manages to say something before he closes the gap again.

"God, I'm obsessed with you."

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Personal

Peter Hayes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1846 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader learns that she is in Peter’s fear landscape

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You didn’t know much about the other initiates' fear landscapes until today, when you were going to be going through your final simulations in front of everyone else.

It was designed that way.

Sharing your deepest fears was far from anything done at Dauntless, mostly because it was much too personal, but this was the one exception. This was how you got into Dauntless, how you proved yourself, and you were willing to do whatever it took.

Even if you might not have chosen to share with them had you given a choice. You were pretty reserved to begin with, doing your best to just get through this without drawing too much attention to yourself.

You wanted to be Dauntless, but that didn’t mean you wanted everyone in the compound to know everything about you. Thankfully though, of all the fear landscapes that had been displayed today, yours was far from the most memorable.

At least, for you.

The ceremony was over now, and you were pretty confident that you had done well. The process was a relatively simple one, as uncomfortable as it could be, and it was over before you had really processed what was going on.

You were lucky.

Most of your fears were standard, shared with others in your troupe, but even the ones that weren’t super common didn’t raise any red flags.

For you, the most shocking thing of all was getting to see everyone else’s fears and the things that they hated more than anything else. You didn’t get really personal with any of them in all your time here, so it was interesting to see.

There was just something about seeing someone actively interacting with their greatest fears that told you more about them than any words ever could. In that moment, all they were thinking about was getting out, and that made them impulsive.

It was real.

There was no need to save face in a do or die situation like that.

Though, that didn’t exactly answer all the questions you had that words may have helped to clarify. After all, less than an hour ago, Peter was hooked up to that monitor, the screen showing his deepest, darkest fears without fail.

To start, it seemed like his landscape was going to be just like everyone else’s, which you had to admit you were a little disappointed by. For whatever reason, you had a special interest in Peter’s landscape, because for the life of you, you just couldn’t figure him out.

From one moment to the next, talking to him could be like talking to two different people. He was guarded and hard to read, but having come from Candor, that only reminded you of home.

His standoffish and rude personality didn’t put you off in the least, because when you stopped to think about it, that was just how people acted where you came from. It was normal for you, just like it was normal for him.

However, you never would have thought Peter cared for you at all. As much as you enjoyed his refreshing company and attitude, you doubted he gave your existence much thought at all, he certainly didn’t act like he did.

As best you could tell, he found you just as inconsequential as everyone else here, like it didn’t matter if you stayed or not.

Though, you did have to rethink that as soon as you heard a familiar voice on the screen in front of you. Just thinking about it, you felt a familiar flip in your stomach from that moment, when you looked up to see yourself there.

Initially, you assumed that you must have been mistaken, that it wasn’t you in his landscape at all, but there was really no way to deny it.

The girl there was you, laying on the concrete floor of the pit, clearly bleeding from some kind of wound though you weren’t exactly sure what had happened. All you knew was that something had happened and you were hurt, bad.

...And Peter was panicking.

Even when he was sitting, in the center of the room, you could tell that he was in some kind of distress. He was practically dripping sweat, the muscles in his jaw tense as he took a second to survey the sight in front of him.

It was clear that he’d been here before.

You weren’t sure when something like this would have become part of his fear landscape but the way he dealt with it made it obvious he knew what he needed to do. You weren’t doing well, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

He had to let you go.

The landscape had closed out with Peter turning his back and leaving the room, where presumably, you would die. In all honesty, it was hard to watch in the moment but now that it had passed, you were confused.

Peter had never even given the impression that he enjoyed your company, led alone the fact that he actively worried about something happening to you. It didn’t make any sense, but you couldn’t exactly go get answered.

You weren’t sure how he would react.

It wasn’t like you could just walk up to him and demand answers for what he’d done there, could you? That was something a Candor would do, sure, but you weren’t Candor anymore. This wasn’t as cut and dry as it would have been before.

He didn’t owe you an explanation, you knew that, but the more you sat here, the more your head was spinning, coming up with all these outlandish explanations for what you were doing there.

Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe it just happened to be you but had never been before? Maybe it wasn’t you at all.

You liked to think that you would recognize yourself if you saw your face on a screen, but in that moment, you were still rattled from your own freak landscape so it could have just been a misunderstanding.

Couldn’t it?

Choosing to believe that would have brought you the most comfort, but the actions of the other initiates told you that wasn’t an option. They had been staring at you since this morning, talking in hushed whispers about it.

You knew they had to be.

Besides, even if you hadn’t been so perceptive to the truth, Molly had all but told you that was the case when you passed her.

Eventually, you decided that the only choice you had was to get answers from him. You couldn’t just let everyone else talk about you without even knowing what was going on yourself. If nothing else, you could find out what Peter was thinking.

At the very least, you would be able to put any rumors to rest and move on.

He had to have something to say for himself.

~

You weren’t entirely sure how you were going to lead up to this conversation with Peter, but the nuances didn’t matter all that much . Worst case, he would tell you that what had happened was none of your business and you would know where you stood.

The last thing on your mind was hurting his feelings or offending him, which was why as soon as you sat down beside him in the dormitory space, you didn’t bother explaining yourself.

Instead, you sat down right next to him on his cot, “What was that all about this morning? Why was I in your fear landscape?” you questioned, not bothering to soften the rough tone in your voice as you waited for him to speak.

It was bleak, sure, and not polished in the least but that was one of the things you enjoyed most about knowing Peter came from Candor as well. You didn’t have to worry about refining your approach like you did now that you were in Dauntless.

He was used to that way of speaking.

Still, he wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to have this conversation. After all, he had been doing well enough at keeping his feelings for you under wraps, but that whole thing at the ceremony was going to make that a little harder.

How was he supposed to deny it? Obviously he cared for you enough that the threat of something happening to you had become something he actively feared.

That didn’t really happen with people you just knew.

“I don’t know. You think I have any control over what happens in those?” he shrugged, hoping that he could keep up the plausible deniability thing for long enough that you would just get up and go back to whatever it was you were doing.

It was harsh, much more aggressive than he meant for it to come out, but similarly to how he paid your mannerisms no mind, you didn’t even blink an eye.

“Come on Peter, I know you know better than that” you hummed, taunting him a little now that you were here. Clearly, he was going to try and make you feel like you had no right to be here but that was very wrong.

You knew as well as he did that he had full control over the things he cared about and the things that worried him. Somehow, you had made it on to that list, you knew that for sure, all you were asking him was how or why?

He knew why you were there, he just didn’t want to tell you.

“What does it matter? You saw how it ended for you, it’s far from romantic” he grumbled, turning to look at you with an almost incriminating look in his eyes. 

He was doing his best to figure out how he could get out of this without going too far, but it didn’t seem to be going that way.

Trying to keep it up wasn’t getting him anywhere.

The idea that it should have been romantic was funny to you, considering the fact that it was a fear landscape in the first place, but you got what he was talking about. It wasn’t like you could draw any connections based on what happened.

However, you knew that the fact it was you in that scene meant something. It could have been anyone dying on the floor, but it wasn’t, it was you.

“Admitting you have a crush on me isn’t going to kill you” you prompted finally, taking a stab in the dark after all the beating around the bush he was doing. You didn’t want to say anything about him, not directly, but you knew the truth.

He felt the same way for you as you did for him.

“Maybe not, but I would have liked to do it in a way that didn’t involve you bleeding out” he shrugged, a small smile creeping on to his lips.

This wasn’t how Peter saw this whole thing happening between you but he figured that it was better late than never. At least now, you knew just how desperate he was to always have you by his side.

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Wounded Pt.2

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1638 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Eric comes to terms with the way he feels for the reader, even if he doesn’t really want to.

Part 1 

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All Eric was concerned with when he left the infirmary was your healing. He gave no attention to the soft, grateful glow in your eyes as you thanked thing or the warmth in the pit of his stomach when your skin met his own.

He certainly didn't give a second thought to how relieved he'd been when they told him that you would be okay.

All of that was behind him, derived from the stress of an initiate being harmed on his watch. It was nothing more than that.

He couldn't let it be anything more than that.

You were one of his initiates and feeling for you in any way was inappropriate, at least in his mind. There technically weren't any rules against that kind of relationship but Eric tried to keep away from things described as 'technically not bad'

He had a few strange feelings for you but that was it. There was nothing saying that would be the case tomorrow.

You'd been stabbed today, and the result was shockingly emotional for Eric and he would admit that. However, that was about as much as he was willing to admit.

You had caught him off guard, but it was never going to happen again.

Right?

In fact, as Eric got ready for bed that night, he made a vow to himself that no matter what happened, he wasn't going to visit you in the morning. Waiting for you to wake up was one thing, after your stitches and all that, but a morning check in seemed too personal.

Eric was your leader, and that was all. He had to keep reminding himself of that. With that, he went to sleep, forcing all thoughts of you from his mind.

~

The sun came and went as it always did, and just as it had melted away from the sky the night before, the sun came up and Eric reminded himself of his vow.

He repeated it as he got dressed and left his room. He repeated it as he walked down the hall, and he repeated it even as he entered the infirmary where you had stayed all night.

Eric was sure that you would still be in bed and even though he was kicking himself for even coming here, what really shocked him was the fact that you weren't. You weren't in bed.

You had been stabbed fewer than twelve hours ago, and yet when he came into the room, you practically met him at the door. "Good morning Eric. I hope I'm not too late for training" you greeted, giving him a smile from where you were sitting.

A soft grimace fell from your lips as you bent down to try and lace your boots. You had tried to get up in time so that you wouldn't hold up your progress or anyone else's day. However, it was taking you a bit longer to get ready even as you tried.

Eric didn't say anything at first, really taken aback by the fact that you weren't sleeping it off.

Though, once he'd finished coming to terms with what was happening, he immediately kneeled down to help you lace your boots up. It was strange for both of you, but you were quick to let him take over.

You knew better than to argue and frankly, you were glad for the help. You were putting on a bit of a brave face for his benefit but this position wasn't exactly comfortable considering the fresh stitches in your side.

"You really should be in bed" Eric commented, his eyes staying at your feet, though it was clear he wanted to have a conversation. In general, the interactions you were having weren't comfortable for either of you but it wasn't entirely unwelcome either.

It was just new.

You weren't really sure what to say to that at first. It didn't make any sense, as you didn't think Eric cared about you or anyone else, at all. However, it was clear to you that he did.

No one else had even been here since you'd been admitted to the infirmary, not even the guy who threw the knife in the first place, but Eric had been here multiple times.

No one else would do that unless they cared, at least a little.

"I didn't want to risk falling anymore on the board" you allowed. It probably wasn't a good idea to push your body so aggressively without letting it heal but you didn't have a choice.

You weren't going to miss out on the life you wanted without putting up a fight. You didn't leave behind your family and everything you had before this to just end up factionless and alone.

That wasn't going to happen.

"You aren't going to, I wouldn't let that happen" Eric decided, once again avoiding your gaze though he knew that you were looking down at him. He could practically feel your eyes on him, as if asking for some kind of explanation.

It was clear that there was more in his head, something he wasn't telling you, but you weren't exactly in a position to ask him to explain himself. Instead, you decided to settle for just waiting on him.

At some point, you hoped, he would open up and tell you what he was thinking.

"There isn't really much you can do. This is something I have to do on my own" you sighed, standing without much care for what he was going to do. You both knew that this was far from over, whatever it was that was happening between you, but you couldn't think about that right now.

You had things to do today, and so did Eric. Not only did you have to be in the training room for sparing in less than twenty minutes but it wouldn't be much without the leader.

Besides, you shuddered at the thought of what Peter would have to say if the two of you showed up at the same time, late. He tormented you relentlessly anyway, and this would give him even more material.

"Be careful today, and let me know if you need a break, okay? Don't be stupid"

Those words went as quickly as they came from Eric, who took his leave from the room before anything else could be said. He wouldn't have you getting any more hurt than you already had been.

There was a difference between participating enough to succeed and overdoing it and causing yourself bodily harm that was entirely unnecessary. All Eric could do though was hope that you did as he asked.

The last thing he needed was for you to get hurt again.

"Wait! That's it?" you called, snapping out of how shocking his leaving was just in time to catch up to him in the hallway. You had no idea what he was doing or why he was being so strange but you weren't going to let that be the end of the conversation.

Something had changed between the two of you since that knife lodged itself in your side, and you weren't just going to let him shove it all away without explanation.

He couldn't do that to you.

"Yeah. You said it yourself, this is something you have to do yourself" he grumbled back, not even bothering to look at you, even though you were clearly exerting yourself to try and keep up with his long strides, just to keep having this conversation.

It was a stark difference from the way he'd been before, when he was clearly concerned with your wellbeing. Now, he was being almost cold to you, like he'd been to the rest of the initiates since you'd gotten here.

You didn't like it.

It didn't make any sense and you knew that. Eric didn't owe you anything and you knew that there was no reason he should have to explain himself to you but you just felt differently. You felt like he was angry with you, but it was worse than that with him.

He wasn't angry like you'd expected he would be, but just shutting you out. Rather than tell you what he was feeling and what was going on in his head, he was just keeping it all to himself and to you, that was worse than a fight.

"Would you stop for a second? I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant that you couldn't help me not fall below the line, that isn't your job" you explained, grabbing the man by the bicep, giving it everything you had to stop him.

It worked, but not by your own doing.

You couldn't have stopped Eric with your own strength alone, but it wasn't your strength that stopped him. What stopped the man in his tracks was your courage, that pesky trait of yours that just kept popping up.

"I want to make it my job! I want you to let me help" he muttered, shocking you with how honest he was. You weren't even sure if you'd heard him right at first, but there was no ignoring the truth.

This was a different side of Eric than you'd ever seen, one that you weren't even sure existed until today, but that also wasn't a bad thing. Just as the events of the last few hours had shown you, the relationship you and Eric shared was uncomfortable and new, but it wasn't bad.

"I have to do it on my own-" you repeated, knowing that there was no way for Eric to actual do what he was suggesting but just as he was about to turn away and leave again, you stopped him.

"But that doesn't mean you can't be there while I do"

There was a softness in your voice, something Eric had never heard before but more than he could focus on that, he found himself paying more attention to what your words meant. It meant that he wasn't the only one who'd been feeling what he had.

He wasn't alone in that.

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[plus-size-reader]

The Death of Him

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1482 words

Warnings: piercing?

Summary: The reader gives herself a really intense piercing after never having got one before and Eric is in shock over the whole thing.

(I tried to keep the piercing pretty vague but it is a facial piercing in this fic. I can do more specific in the future if you’d like)

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Piercings and tattoos were a part of life in Dauntless.

That had never changed and you doubted that it ever would. However, that didn’t stop you from avoiding the parlors until this point.

You had never felt the need to get any tattoos or piercings before, and since everyone in Dauntless was well aware that you didn’t have any, you couldn’t exactly just go back on that.

It wouldn’t make any sense.

Though, you had recently decided that you wanted a change. The new phase of initiates had just come into the compound, and while they were all experiencing the first of their sweet rebellion, you felt the need to do the same.

You were an adult, and there were no consequences to wanting to change the way you looked, so you made up your mind. You were going to get a piercing.

...But that wasn’t all.

You wanted your choice to be a surprise to everyone, including your partner, Eric. Going out and getting one would increase the chance that he would find out before you were ready, and you didn’t want that.

It was going to be a surprise so you were going to do it yourself.

Without hesitation, you embarked on what turned out to be a rather simple process. All you needed was a needle, and some safety measures to decrease the chance of you getting an infection.

Then, you were all set.

You were ready to give yourself a facial piercing, staring in your bathroom mirror with the door locked.

All you did was blink, steadying your hand as you brought the needle to its place, hoping one last time that you weren’t making a mistake before plunging the needle through your flesh.

It stung, just a bit, but all things considered, it wasn’t nearly as bad as some of the beatings you’d taken within the walls of Dauntless. More than anything, you were just worried what everyone would think.

Dauntless could be pretty opinionated, and wouldn’t keep it hidden for long, even if they were marginally better than Candor at that. If anyone took issue with what you’d done, it wouldn’t be long before you heard about it.

...And that wasn’t even the worst part. 

You knew that Eric had grown accustomed to the way that you looked, and he liked it. He thought that you were beautiful and told you every day but what if that changed with this new jewelry.

What if he didn’t like it?

You didn’t exactly want to take it out just because he took issue with your choice. While you hadn’t been sure at first, you really liked the added addition to your face once it was finished.

It made you feel as powerful as you knew you were and you liked that. Everyone knew that you were dangerous, and ruthless but they always teased you because you couldn’t pull the trigger on something as simple as a tattoo.

Even initiates would make whispered jokes about your fear of needles, or whatever it was they thought kept you from changing the way you looked.

Of course, they were all wrong.

You had simply never felt the need to do it before and the fact that had changed today was frankly none of their business. You could pierce and tattoo every inch of your body and still, it would be no one's business but your own.

They were all just going to have to come to terms with that. Not that you could keep that same nerve as you ran along the tracks toward where the train had already taken its leave.

You knew that Eric and Four had been planning a game of capture the flag with the initiates today but you had gotten so preoccupied with this that you’d lost track of time.

In doing so, you almost missed the train out of the compound.

Luckily, you caught up with it just in time for Four to catch your forearm to help you into the closed cabin, packed to the brim with teenagers.

“I was looking for you” Eric commented first, glancing over his shoulder to see that it was you, though he didn’t get a good enough look to register the change at first.

It wasn’t until he took a second look at you that he realized what it was that bothered him. There was a metal barbel sticking out of your face, and that was certainly new.

“What did you do to your face?”

There was the typical edge to his words that he always had, and normally you would have shrugged it off as him being upset with the others, but not today. Right now, you were already so worried about how he would react that you panicked.

You assumed that in saying that, he was rejecting what you’d done completely and you weren’t sure what to do. Maybe this whole thing really was a mistake?

Luckily, before you could completely lose your mind over the whole thing and pull the offending metal from your face, he paused.

“I like it, who did it?” he asked, reaching out to inspect the metal, though he stopped just short of actually touching it. Eric knew well enough that it was probably a little tender still if it was new, and didn’t want to hurt you.

You both knew that a little sting wouldn’t even register to you but it was the point of the thing. He wasn’t going to do anything that could hurt you unless it was in a training setting.

“I did”

Again, he stopped.

“You did?” he repeated, not sure if he’d heard you right. You had never even been in a piercing parlor or witnessed anything of the sort but now you were just poking holes in yourself.

It was insane.

Still, he knew that you must have been confident in your ability to even attempt it so he decided that the two of you could talk about it more in private. There was no way he was going to show any real concern in front of the initiates.

They had enough trouble respecting him as it was, working beside his long term partner. He wasn’t nearly as harsh on them as he would be with you there, and they knew it.

He couldn’t have them really understanding how soft he was for you.

It was bad for his image.

Bonus:

You knew with as calm as Eric had acted on the train, that he was going to be even more upset with you behind closed doors. Still, you had to commend him for keeping his temper under control in front of the kids.

He was good, but you were better.

For as long as Eric had been building that untouchable persona that he lived every day, you had been learning how to tear it down when it was just the two of you, alone in a room.

They would never understand it, but they didn’t need to. Eric was everything you’d ever needed, and that wasn’t going to change.

Not that you wanted to deal with the lecture you received as soon as your bedroom door closed.

“Do you know how dangerous that is? What if something would have gone wrong? No one knew what you were doing” he started, barely even waiting for the door to close before he started.

He just couldn’t believe you would do something so reckless.

“Nothing happened Eric, don’t be upset” you pleaded, not even really paying attention as you started pulling night clothes from your dresser. You knew this was coming, and you didn’t really have to give him your undivided attention.

He would tire himself out eventually.

“That isn’t the point, and don’t tell me not to be upset” he huffed, rolling his eyes at you as he spoke. Just as you’d known how he would react, he could have predicted that from you.

It was almost pointless at this point to even have these discussions but that didn’t stop either of you.

“Do you like it?” you asked, interrupting whatever coming thought was worming its way into his head.

Silence.

Silence that only lasted a moment of course, before he nodded. “I do like it, yes” he answered, already gearing up to be as frustrated as ever. He knew what was coming.

“I’m glad you like it. I won’t do it again without checking with you first, okay?” you cooed, leaning over to where he was, standing by his side of the bed, leaning over you to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Now will you please get in bed? We have a long day tomorrow” you grinned, flipping back the sheets to make room for him, ignoring the final huff he let loose before doing as you asked.

You were going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

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[plus-size-reader]

Enemy

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1326 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Eric marrying the reader, who just happens to be divergent. 

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You had always felt like you never belonged anywhere; not fair enough for Amity, not honest enough for Candor, too selfish for Abnegation.

 You’d been told all your life that you would never be a part of something, and for a long time, you had actually believed it. 

...Until the day of your choosing ceremony. 

You remembered entering the big amphitheater, your blood running cold as soon as you saw them. Huge groups of people, all marked distinctly by the colors of their garments. 

There had been no doubt in your mind that you wouldn’t fit in anywhere, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the loudest of the crowd. 

Dauntless. 

You were familiar with them, of course, but you had never felt quite so enthralled as you did in that moment. Something about the energy they exuded just seemed to pull you in. 

So much so, apparently, that when it came to be your turn to choose, you didn’t even hesitate to let your blood drip over those coals. 

You may not have been completely fearless, but you just had a feeling that you needed to be there. 

A feeling like you’d never had before. 

...A feeling that had changed your life indefinitely. 

Since that day, you had become much more confident in yourself, much stronger and smarter, and more like you. 

However, the biggest change came in the form of a man. They called him Eric, but as of late, you just referred to him as your husband. 

He loved you more than anything and you felt the same, and you knew that you always would. Though, when he entered your room tonight, there was something off in his demeanor. 

Eric had always carried himself in a very specific way. He walked tall and proud, like he knew he was the strongest man in the room, but today, it was different. 

It was like someone had taken that man and beaten him down. 

“What’s wrong?” you wondered, standing from the bed hurriedly, your attention fully on him as you closed the space between your two bodies.

You worried he’d gotten into a fight, or something had gone wrong, but it was nothing of the sort. Instead, it would turn out that it was something much worse. 

“Jeanine was here” 

That was all he gave you at first, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he sat down on your bed. Jeanine was the leader of the Erudite, everyone knew that but you had no idea what she would be doing all the way at dauntless. 

It didn’t make any sense. 

“What would she be doing here?” you wondered, understandably confused. As a general rule, the factions didn’t really interfere with the business of the others. 

However, you should have known that wouldn’t be the case forever. It was only a matter of time before the lines blurred.

 All Eric did was sigh again, his eyes meeting your own in the dim light of the night. He had no idea how to tell you what had been discussed, not really knowing how you would react. 

On one hand, if there was going to be a war, Eric wanted to make sure that his people were on the right side, but on the other, he knew how much death could be incurred. 

Not that those deaths would really impact anyone he actually cared about. 

“Do you know what a divergent is?” he questioned, not really suggesting anything yet, however, you couldn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. 

Had he found out? There was no way that he could have, after all, you had never told anyone. Though, Eric was very clever, so maybe he’d figured it out on his own. 

You weren’t sure, but you kept your cool. 

“Of course, why?” you tried, averting your eyes from his own. You always felt like Eric could tell what you were thinking, and right now would not be a good time to test that theory.��

“Well, she’s proposed that we hunt them down, because they’re dangerous” 

It was exactly what you had been hoping not to hear, but you remained calm. Eric wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, you knew that...didn’t you? 

You could trust him, that was why you’d married him in the first place. 

“They are? How can you be sure?” you wondered, trying to keep it strictly curious as you sat down beside him, your right thigh bumping his own. 

You had all heard the stories about divergents before now, but you had never heard anything about them being a threat before. After all, you had more real life experience than most in that area. 

“Does it really matter? They aren’t like us, so it’s a chance we can’t take” he poised, turning toward you now with a coldness in his eyes that you had never seen before. 

At least before, he had seemed a little distressed but now, you couldn’t even read what was going through his head. You had no idea what he was thinking. 

It made you nauseous. 

You knew that you would have to come clean eventually. Especially if there was really going to be a witch hunt but you weren’t sure when would be the best time. 

You were scared. 

The trouble was that when you found yourself unsure of something, the first person you told about it was Eric.  He was the only person you could be real with, but right now, you weren’t sure. 

You didn’t want to look at him like an enemy, but you had a feeling he would become one if you weren’t careful. 

“What’s wrong with you?” he wondered, concerned, his hand falling lightly on the side of your face. His skin was warm against your own, and you wanted to just melt into him but you stopped yourself. 

You had to tell him…But it could end it all. 

“I’m divergent” 

It felt like a true confession, laced with fear and shame as you just let the words out. Once they had left your lips, there was no taking them back but you had to try. 

You just had to hope that Eric would understand. 

…But you doubted that you would be so lucky. 

“You’re just now telling me this?” he spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper as he tried to process what you had just told him. 

Part of him wanted it to be a joke, but one look at you proved that to be false. There was no way that you were lying about that, but he just didn’t understand. 

You two knew everything about each other, or so he thought…

And that just seemed like something that you would have shared with him much sooner than right now, in the middle of this very tense conversation. 

“I wasn’t sure what to say, I didn’t think it mattered until right now” you explained, worried that he was going to be angry with you. 

Right now, he was just confused. 

He had never been all that good at keeping his emotions in check, but when it came to you, he had learned to be better, something that you were glad for now. 

It gave you a chance. 

“What are we going to do now? I assume you’re gonna tell them” you whispered, having given him enough time to address you if he was going to. His rejection was the only logical next step, at least in your mind. 

However, as soon as you said it, he scoffed. “I’m not telling anyone” he assured, seeming almost offended at what you were suggesting. 

Did you really think that he would just stop loving you because of something like that? Sure, it would make things a little more difficult for a while, but he would always have your back. 

Eric had taken a vow, and he was never going to break that...even if you were, technically, the enemy.

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Unreasonable

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1240 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Eric thinks the reader is too soft with the initiates, but she thinks differently. 

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You smiled, sitting down beside the initiates at their table in the chow hall, not missing their apprehensive looks. 

You were a trainer, a dauntless leader and they had no idea what you were doing sitting with them, like that. It wasn’t like you were keeping an eye on them like Four, you were just hanging out. 

It was odd. 

However, you didn’t feel that way. 

You had always thought that it was your job to turn them into soldiers, or at the very least to make sure that they didn’t get themselves killed. 

In order to make sure that happened, the initiates needed to be able to do as they were told, and fear wasn’t the way to get them to be obedient. 

You had always thought the best way to get them to follow you was to bond with them and let them get to know you...an ideal that not everyone agreed with. 

Eric being the biggest critic of that method.

In fact, you could practically feel his heated gaze burning into your back as you sat down, not that you cared. He could do his thing, and you would do yours. 

Either way, these kids would be dauntless. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m just having something to eat” you said finally, addressing all of them at once. It sounded like an order, until you smiled again, letting them know it was safe to relax. 

The first day in dauntless could be intimidating but you were doing your best to show them that they were safe here. After all, what good was ‘faction before blood’ if they didn’t feel at home here? 

“Are you allowed to do this?” Will questioned, looking around as if you were breaking some kind of rule. Little did he know, you made your own rules here. 

No one was going to stop you, at least. 

“Oh sweetie, I don’t think I have to ask permission” you shrugged it off, taking a bite of your burger before moving on to something else. 

You wanted to get to know them after all. “So, tell me about you guys” 

It was small, but it was something and before long, these initiates would let you in on every facet of themselves. 

Which was just what you wanted. 

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“What were you doing during lunch today?” 

You knew that voice immediately, having already been anticipating a visit from Eric after this morning. He always lectured you about things like this. 

Still, you didn’t budge. 

“Eating? Why, what were you doing?” you sassed, your hand on your hip as you spun around to face him. You could do this all day if he wanted to. 

It wasn’t going to change how you did your job. You had earned this position the same as him, and he had no right to question you…

Even if he thought that he did. 

“You can’t let them talk to you like that!” He grumbled, rolling his eyes at you, almost as if he was having to reprimand a child for the same thing, over and over again. 

It took everything in your to remind him that if he just let it go, he wouldn’t have to keep telling you this. Besides, Eric was nowhere near finished with his rant, so it was best to let him get it all out of his system first. 

It was easier after he’d tired himself out.

“They have to have respect, they have to know their place” he groaned, not understanding what you were missing about it. 

You had both been leaders for a long time, but you had never seen eye to eye on this. 

...And today wasn’t going to be the day that changed. 

“They’ll have more respect if they know that I respect them” you reminded, folding your arms across your chest, finding slight resistance in the action. 

He was always so unreasonable about this. 

Another eye roll “They aren’t your equals, Y/N. You can’t just treat them like they are” it was a lie, but you weren’t going to waste your breath on that. 

Even if they weren’t your equals quite yet, you weren’t going to treat them like the dirt beneath your boot, not like he did. 

“I’m pretty sure I can” you sighed, giving up at that and moving to pass him, though Eric wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. 

Before you could pass, he moved slightly to his right, stopping your movement with his body. 

“You can’t just walk away, we have to be a team about this” he spoke, this time a tad softer, though not by much. If the initiates thought they had a friend in you, they would contradict him when he gave an order. 

...And he couldn’t have that.

You didn’t have to be hard on them all the time, but you just couldn’t be their friend. It was a very fine line, but you blurred it on the daily. 

“No we don’t, I’m not going to bully them just because I can” you decided, pushing back on him with all your weight, trying your best to get him to move, though he didn’t even budge. 

You may have had a lot of strength on your end, but Eric had more...and you both knew it. 

It shocked him that you thought he was a bully. After all, this wasn’t grade school, you two were training soldiers, not preparing children for a life of gumdrops and lollipops.  

It wouldn’t work if that was what you treated it like. 

“They won’t break if you push them” to him, it seemed like common sense but all you did was scoff. 

“How do you know?” It was clear defiance at this point, with you only questioning him because you felt like you could, but Eric wasn’t arguing. At this moment, he just wanted to win. 

“Because it didn’t break you” 

He had a point, but you couldn’t even focus on that. Right now, you were just lost in how close to you he had gotten. If you tilted your head up even a little, you would be touching him. 

Something he knew. 

He was playing with you, testing you to see if you would break before he did. After all, Eric had resolve of steel but you could go pretty far on stubbornness alone. 

“Maybe that’s because no one tried hard enough” you hummed, digging your teeth into your bottom lip as you tried to calm your pulse. 

Eric had always had this affect on you, always making you so mad that your blood boiled...but maybe it wasn’t anger that got you so fired up when it came to him. 

Maybe it was something else. 

However, before you could even really consider that, you felt Eric’s hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him in a way that you didn’t even think was possible before now. 

“Stop babying them, they’re soldiers” he added, his voice slipping into a deeper tone, as if he was trying to order you around. 

It wasn’t going to work, not unless you let it. 

All you could focus on was his hot breath on your face, and just how close his lips were to your own. “I’ll think about it” you breathed back, capturing his lips quickly in a heated kiss before separating completely. 

...And before he could react, you were gone.

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[plus-size-reader]

Inked-up

Peter Hayes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1406 words

Warnings:none 

Summary: Peter has always thought about getting a tattoo, but has never done it...until of course, he finds out that his girlfriend isn’t exactly new to the world to tattooing. 

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You had been a part of Dauntless all your life. It was all you'd ever known and frankly, all you cared to know. There were far too many flaws in the other factions and you didn't have time to humor them.

That was one of the most amazing things about being Dauntless, once you were in, you were in.

Being Dauntless came with a plethora of other things as well, including some social engagements that only the younger crowd took part in.

The main pastime for the young Dauntless-borns were tattoos and piercings. All your friends through the years had met in the parlor and spent all evening just picking designs and decorating your bodies.

All that meant was by this point in your life, you were covered. Almost all of your skin was completely dressed in ink.

That was something very new for your boyfriend Peter, who had never even seen a piercing gun in real life. It wasn't something that was ever done in candor and he hadn't been exposed to it yet.

You were the highest ranked Dauntless-born in the entire faction, which was why you were trusted to help train the initiates in the world of Dauntless.

It could be a lot going in and it required a special touch to help acclimate to that. That special touch was something Peter specifically needed but he wouldn't do anything without some of your push back.

Every other initiate seemed to feel the same way you did, save for your boyfriend Peter.

For some reason, Peter didn't feel the need to partake in the ritualistic tattooing that the rest of you did. It wasn't in his nature.

Not that he couldn't be convinced.

"I can't believe you actually talked me into this" he grinned, glancing at the area surrounding you. The tattoo parlor was a hectic environment, and understandably bothered Peter.

As chaotic as he was, Peter was much more of a homebody than he'd have you believe.

"I made a suggestion, you got here all on your own" You reminded, sending Peter a wink before leading him off toward the design wall.

You two had been talking about getting tattoos together for quite some time, and while Pete wasn't totally in on the idea, he had to admit he was intrigued.

In truth, Peter didn't have feelings either way about the ink that dressed your skin, or anyone else's. What he did care about though, was the smile on your face.

He would have allowed anything that would make you happy. You were his everything, and the only light in his world. Peter would do anything for you, no questions asked...so he nodded.

Getting a tattoo was something that everyone in Dauntless did at least once, and it was just his time to go under the needle.

"You're right, but you can't pretend you weren't a deciding factor" he scoffed, only half serious though. You had a point, you had suggested it pretty fully but it was his decision.

He would have ended up here at some point with or without you, and he preferred to have you by his side.

All you did was laugh, reaching down between you to take his hand in your own. When he looked down at you, your eyes were locked on the tattoo wall in front of you. It was back-lit and shown in the dark room, giving the man a perfect view of all the options he had in front of him.

There had to be at least a hundred designs to chose from and he had no idea which one he wanted. He hadn’t thought this far into it but now it was real. This was actually happening, and it was time to make a decision.

“Any of them look good, handsome?” you wondered, walking up beside him to glance up at the wall you’d seen a thousand times before. Without even thinking about it, you wrapped your arms around his torso under his arms.

Easily, you rested your head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He smelled like every other person in this compound, because you had the same kind of body wash but deeper, under that, was the smell of his flesh.

He smelled clean, and strangly like pine, though you hadn’t seen a single pine-tree in all of Chicago in all the time you’d lived here.

“What about this one?” he suggested, reaching up to point out another one, just above a couple black arrows. It was a rising sun, something that you would have never thought he’d like, if you were being honest.

He enjoyed the pattern, and thought it would look nice on his bicep, assuming he could handle the pain, maybe he’d get more than that in time.

You smiled, reaching up to take the glass tile off the wall.

Slowly, you turned it in your hands, looking at the design he’d chosen from every angle. It was nice, with clean line work and stellar concept, you wouldn’t have hesitated to get one similar...

Which meant that it was a good tattoo.

“I like it a lot Pete, it’ll be perfect if you’re sure you want to go through with it” you grinned, winking at him teasingly before taking his hand in your own and leading him to the chair.

The guy doing the tattoo today was a friend of yours, who had done a lot of your work himself. You trusted him to make Peter’s first tattoo experience as painless as possible.

“This is Nicos, he’s gonna take good care of you” you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Peter’s jaw before turning around, heading toward the door. You weren’t really going to leave, but you just had to see how scared Peter really was.

You kinda wanted him to beg you to stay by his side because you knew he wasn’t that way. He wouldn’t like it but he did need you and this was something that scared him.

He had never experienced it before.

“Where are you going Y/N?” he called, already squirming as the pad went down on his flesh. He wasn’t sure what to expect and didn’t want you to leave him all alone with a stranger.

You turned around, shrugging. “Did you need me to stay? I was gonna go hang out at the chasm for a while” you hummed, acting like it was no big deal.

Peter could hardly believe it. There was no way that you would actually leave him there on his own would you? That wouldn’t be right, especially not after you’d convinced him to come do this in the first place.

He was scared...but would never admit it.

However,  he was going to have to if he actually wanted you to stay. You were pushing his boundaries for fun but Peter was the kind of guy that got unnecessarily bothered by your little jokes and needed to loosen up.

Peter himself was filled with inner turmoil.

He didn't want to beg you, he really didn't want to beg you to stay but he was more upset about the idea of you leaving then he was worried about his image.

"Don't go" he called, stopping you once again at the door. You were almost out the door but as soon as the words left his lips, all other thoughts about where you were going went out the window.

It was exactly what you wanted.

"What was that?" you wondered, walking back toward him with a smirk on your lips. You knew just what you were doing, and he couldn't believe it. This wasn't the kind of relationship you two had, however...he was willing to play along.

"Don't leave" he repeated, reaching out to take your hand, He was practically shaking with nerves as the tattoo process began but he was doing well...he just wanted your comfort to make him feel better.

As fun as it was to torture him, you decided he'd had enough and sat down beside him so that he could hold onto your hand if he needed to. "I'm sorry for torturing you Pete, you can do this" you hummed, reaching out to take his hand.

The tattoo was going to be fine, but what you really enjoyed was getting a rise out of him because it was so hard to do normally.

It didn't hurt that he looked so good all inked-up.

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Protege pt 2

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1632 words

Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY. You aren’t even ready. 

Summary: Eric wants a more serious relationship with his little protege and isn’t sure how to go about it. 

Part 1

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Eric's training had taken you from the soft little girl you were when you first arrived at Dauntless but with all the skills you'd gained, you lost something too.

That sweet part of you had gone somewhere never to be seen again, in favor of the bad ass you now woke up to. It wasn't too big of a problem as far as you could tell-this was the version of you they wanted at Dauntless.

You were just doing what was best for everyone.

For the most part, you followed Eric around like a puppy. Everywhere he went, you followed, hoping to pick up any information or tips that would make you that much better in combat.

You wanted to be high up in the ranks of Dauntless and Eric was going to make sure you got there. You would make a good life for yourself here, as long as you could do as he said.

The rest of the initiates knew about what you were at this point, but no one could do anything about it. What Eric said went, and he'd decided that you were going to be the top of your class.

And you were.

It wasn't as if he'd done anything special to get you to pass all the tests and assessments, except train you to do it well. You had all the skills you needed and could do anything they needed you to do.

However, now that you were the highest trained initiate-there wasn't much left for you to learn. Eric had passed all his skills on to you and had no reason to spend every second he could with you.

You knew this day was different than the rest because when you entered the private gym (used only for the leaders it would turn out) Eric wasn't waiting there for you like he normally was.

That was out of character for him, considering how routine your work outs had become.

That wasn't enough to alert you though, since once or twice Eric had instructed you to begin a strict mile before even showing up. Today must have been a day like that.

Without a shred of hesitation, you jumped on the treadmill against the wall and started jogging, lightly to start and then more full on as time continued.

It wasn't until the door opened that you turned around, half expecting to see someone else standing there. The only other person who used this gym was Four, and sometimes Lauren when the other compound was too crowded.

But it wouldn't have surprised you to see either of them here now.

Reality seemed to be much more intent on messing with you today though because Eric was stood in the doorway, bracing his weight against the banister, his eyes locked on you.

"Where were you?" You wondered, not even hesitating to question him. Your relationship with Eric had changed a lot since you first interacted, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Eric had gotten much more comfortable around you too, and there was no problem with it on either side. You were closer to partners that he your superior, and neither of you minded all that much.

“Nevermind where I was, I need to talk to you about something” he started, sitting down on one of the benches, patting the spot beside him for you.

You chose to remain standing as he spoke, but your stance softened as you waited for him to let you in on what he was thinking about. There was clearly something bothering him and it was weird for Eric to act that way with you.

Eric himself expected something else from you but when you said nothing, he continued.

“Do you want to get something to eat? You’ve been training really hard recently” he asked, his voice nearly breaking in the middle of his sentence. He had no idea where his nerve had gone but here he was, standing like an idiot.

He just wanted to ask you out, and would have happily if you weren’t looking at him with those eyes.

“Something to eat? That’s what you wanted to ask me?” You checked, not understanding what he was getting at. There was no way Eric was trying to tell you something more than that.

You had always been so sure that Eric didn’t have any feelings at all but if you knew better, you were sure he was asking you.

“Never mind, its stupid” he growled, throwing his arms down at his sides as he stood from the bench. You knew he was going to leave but you couldn’t let that happen.

If Eric shut you down now, you knew that line of communication would never open up again.

The man didn’t like to be vulnerable and something about you made him feel like he was made of glass. It was like you could see right through him, and you knew all of the secrets he’d tried so hard to bury.

“Eric, Stop!” You hollered, stopping the large man in his tracks, though he didn’t look back like you thought he would. He just stood there waiting for you to elaborate.

...If he was going to play it like that, so would you.

“It’s not stupid, I’d love to get food with you. How about we do dinner after I shower?” you offered, figuring that by the time you got dressed in something not doused in sweat, it would be too late for lunch.

There was silence for a few moments before Eric nodded slowly to himself. “Sounds alright, I’ll come get you at the initiates hall when the dinner bell rings”

That was all and before you knew it, he was gone, probably off to break down the spirits of another initiate.

~

When the time finally came for Eric to pick you up, the dinner bell rang…

One, two, three times but the man was nowhere to be seen.

You weren’t that bothered by it. For some reason, you had kind of been expecting him to ditch you, because Eric was nothing more than your trainer and would never actually want to go out with a girl like you.

You should have known not to be so stupid.

So you sat there, pouting on your bed because you didn’t want to risk seeing him in the chow hall. It would probably send you into a tailspin to see him like that.

You probably wouldn’t have moved all night, if a noise hadn’t startled you from your bed.

Eric laughed, watching you clumsily roll out of your bed, holding a knife in hand as if you had any intention of stabbing him in the gut with it. “What are you doing?” he teased, standing with his arms folded across his chest.

You didn’t answer him at first, too angry at the man in front of you to even think about talking to him. How dare he? Stand you up and then act like everything is fine.

What a prick.

“I had a lunch date, but I guess the guy decided it was stupid after all” there was venom in your voice, but it didn’t frighten Eric. He knew you well enough to know that this would go down like this.

He had planned ahead in case you decided to be a brat about this.

Before you knew what was going on, Eric had you thrown over his shoulder as if you were weightless and was carrying you down the hall.

Oh no he didn’t, who the hell did he think he was?

“Put me down” you order, cursing yourself mentally for setting down your knife back in the bedroom. You should have known better than to let your guard down with Eric around.

All he did was laugh, ignoring you completely as you pleaded to be returned to the ground. It was as if he couldn’t hear you at all. “Hello? Earth to Eric? PUT ME DOWN!” you tried, but no one in the compound seemed to care.

You two had always been this way and no one was going to argue with Eric, even if they did think he was wrong. You just had to wait it out until he took you wherever you were going. 

~ 

Eric carried you all the way to his bedroom before putting you down and by the time you got there, you had given up on fighting him. You had been so angry with him for standing you up and then he'd pulled this, it just wasn't okay. 

Still, you anger was short-lived because you turned around to see the most beautiful spread you'd ever seen with your own two eyes. 

There was a blanket spread across Eric's bed, with everything from burgers and cheese cubes to wine and salad. It was incredible, and to top it off, there were candles all over the place. 

The fire was twinkling in the dim lighting of the room and cast a glow over everything around you, it was beautiful and all the anger you'd been holding back just melted away. 

“What is all this?” you asked casually, turning back to meet Eric’s eyes, finding him much closer to you than when you’d left him. 

The broad man thought for a moment before speaking, his attention completely focused on your face, shining in the light. “I wanted our first dinner together to be more special than just some mess hall” he explained, bringing that sparkling smile back to your face once again. 

You didn’t take Eric Coulter for a sap, but it turned out he was much more of a romantic than you’d ever assumed. And somehow as you sat down beside him on the bed, you could tell this was just the beginning.

You weren’t just the protege anymore.

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Baby Face pt 2

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1145 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The sequel to Baby Face. 

Part 1

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Training went pretty well that day, aside from the bruise blooming on the side of his jaw, Eric was doing well and you hadn't seen any of it.

It would seem that your attention was focused everywhere but where he was, beating a sand bag violently beneath his fists. He was doing well, and you were missing all of it.

But that was okay, because Eric had a bit of a back-up plan in place.

He continued his training until the bell rang to excuse the initiates for dinner. Then, he waited until everyone else was gone from the place, save for you and himself.

As soon as the gym was cleared out, he would make his move.

He'd had no idea what his move would be, or if he was even safe to make a move but a move he intended to make regardless. There was definitely something going on between you both, and he wouldn't continue without knowing what it was.

"What are you doing back here baby-face?" you wondered, finishing what you were doing, arranging the throwing knives back into their confines. You had been working with one of the most promising initiates, Tobias Eaton on that this afternoon.

There it was, that nickname again.

You had no inclination that there was something on his mind that he wanted to share or that he was up to something. You just assumed that he was being weird, as most Erudite were in the face of Dauntless.

No inclination of course, until he slammed your back against the padded wall.

The motion knocked the air out of you but only brought a smile to your face. Eric wasn't the first brute who was threatened by you. You were a strong female presence who had a lot of control over them, and they never liked that.

"I'm going to ask you one time, let go of me or this knife is going between your eyes"

It was a completely serious threat, Eric didn't doubt that but there was also something shining there beneath your eyes, like you were having fun.

There were few people in Dauntless that could rival your energy and strength and it would seem that you had found your match in the young initiate. You didn't know if he was brave or just stupid, but whatever it was...you needed more of it here.

"Why do you keep singling me out in front of them?" he wondered, letting you loose from his grip to stand on your own two feet once again, though he didn't step back.

It was a genuine question that he was searching for an answer to, but you didn't want to answer him. It was more fun to watch him squirm so instead you flipped his tactic on him.

Without even thinking about it, you gripped Eric by the front of his shirt and switched positions with him, his back slamming against the wall this time. He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to process what had just happened.

That gave you a second to look at his face, which at this point, was almost bruised black.

"I'm sorry about your face, but you need to learn your place" you explained, letting your cold fingertips graze the heated skin slightly. The contact was clearly more than you meant to give, because the boy winced away from your touch with a hiss.

That would be the first of many bruises that you and Eric would leave on one another in the years of training and sparring ahead of you when getting too overzealous. Dauntless was a very physical lifestyle and over time, you would turn Eric into a model fighter.

"Or maybe you should learn yours" he pushed, reaching down to brush a stray piece of your hair from your eyes. Slowly and very deliberately, he tucked the piece behind your ear, letting his touch linger.

This was it, this was a move that he'd been waiting for and without even thinking, his lips were on your own.

~

That choice...that move, had sparked an entire secret relationship between the two of you that burned brighter than the sun...but no one could ever know.

See, in those days there were strict rules against the leaders engaging in anything unprofessional with their initiates. That rule had been bent a little in present day by your star pupil, Four.

You and Eric were well aware of the rules but you weren't willing to stop seeing him. You had a bond that couldn't be summed up with any word you'd learned so far.

Saying that you two were in love seemed juvenile, but to call it a casual hookup wouldn't give it the depth it desired. You were partners in everything but it wasn't strictly professional either...you were also enthralled.

"This is such a bad idea" you hummed, pressing another heated kiss to the man's lips while he focused his attention on own. All Eric could do was laugh into your mouth, clumsily maneuvering you backwards until your back hit a tree.

The motion was aggressive but you didn't mind. You two were hidden just beyond the compound in the woods but you weren't hidden away enough that you were completely in the clear.

If someone was taking a rogue jog through the woods, they would have come across the two of you in a very compromising position that would be impossible to explain.

"Maybe, but I'm not mad about it"

It was gruff and intense but it only fueled the fire inside you. Eric was incredible and proving to be the most amazing person you’d ever gotten to know in Dauntless, even though he was getting used to it still. 

“Even though it’s dangerous?” you checked again, startling Eric just enough to stop kissing for a moment, before resuming as you struggled to explain against his lips. 

Normally, Eric would have stopped to listen to you but today was different. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything but your lips in days and he had to do something about it. 

This was a normal thing for the two of you but that didn’t mean that the rest of the Dauntless would look at it the same way. It was simply not allowed and you could lose everything for this. 

But you didn’t care. 

You and Eric had something real, you just knew it. You had never had the feelings you had for him, for anyone else in all your years of life...and that meant something. 

Dauntless had meant everything to you, since the moment you arrived, and you had never once done anything that was against their regulations and rules. 

But for Eric, you had broken almost all of them without a care, and he’d done the same. 

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Baby Face

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1332 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is a Dauntless leader who forms a bond with a younger Eric Coulter. There is a lot of things about her that helped turn him into the man we see today. 

This is a little different than normal, but I love this concept so please enjoy. Italics is Eric looking back from present day where as this story is set in the past. 

Part 2

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Eric was only a young man when he defected from his home faction to Dauntless. He was in over his head and had no idea what he got himself into, but he also couldn't get enough.

From the second his feet felt the concrete floor of the pit, Eric was home. There was a hectic chaos about the place that was electric.

Hidden away in the grungy darkness of the pit was something much more. The walls were vibrating with life, and every other initiate felt it too. Something in Dauntless was addictive, and exciting, at every turn.

Eric was hooked, and he had yet to even begin.

"You think standing around is gonna get you something initiate?" a strong feminine voice barked from behind him, startling the muscle-bound boy a little more than he would have liked. For a moment he faltered, unsure if he was being addressed or not.

It wasn't until the owner of the voice stepped in front of him that Eric realized that he was indeed the person she was looking for.

"What are you doing?" she asked again, her hand falling to her hip. Her gaze was intense, sparkling eyes burning into his skull as she watched him, waiting for some kind of development.

All Eric could do was stumble on his words. He was trying to form a sentence but his lips were stuck in their place, not trying to help him at all.

Anything would have been better than silence, he knew that but that was all he could offer at the moment.

"What's your name Initiate?" she hummed, her face morphing slightly to be more neutral than aggressive. Sometimes it slipped her mind that these were children, not yet soldiers.

Finally, Eric could breath a little. He knew the answer to this one. "Eric Coulter, Erudite" he informed, his shoulders held high as he answered.

All the woman could do was roll her eyes at his action. He didn't have to tell her that he was Erudite, she could tell that all on her own. He stood proudly, with his feet pushed tightly together with his hands at his sides.

'Eric' as he introduced himself was solid, and had potential to be an excellent Dauntless soldier but at this moment, she could have crumbled him with a single punch. There was no backbone to his stance, like a stack of cards.

"Not Erudite anymore" you corrected, watching as his eyes snap to the floor at the subtle reprimand, not before flicking back up as you breathed again. "I'm Y/N, your superior officer...if you need anything, find me" you allowed, giving the younger man a slight smile before turning away.

Looking back at the interaction now, there was no doubt that the way you were with him in his youth had shaped the kind of man Eric became in Dauntless. You gave him strength but more than that, you taught him things about himself he would never have known.

~

It was a few more days before Eric saw you again.

In those days, the initiates were given a few days to get acclimated to their environments before initiation training began. That was one of the first things Eric had changed when he took your place as an instructor.

All the initiates were called to the training room to start their first day of training, and you were standing there in the thick of it.

There was a large octagonal ring in the center of the gym, which currently occupied only you. Around the ring hung a plethora of orange sandbags for boxing and other hand-to-hand training.

Other than that, the area was more or less empty space. Against a far wall were targets for knife throwing, and dauntless-borns jogging along the perimeter.

"Hustle up" you hollered, that strong, feminine voice making an appearance once more in Eric's ear drums...something he was beyond grateful for.

All it took was a single motion from you and every single person in the gym stopped what they were doing. You had that effect on all of them.

"Now!"

There it was, the allowance to keep moving. Within seconds, every single person was gathered around the ring, staring up at you, Eric included.

It was much easier for Eric to take in your appearance standing at a bit of a distance. You had been very intimidating the first time you met and he hadn't looked at you in the face too much.

It took the man a second to even process everything about you, as he was in awe of you.

You commanded so much attention in everything you were.

In your build alone, Eric was mesmerized. He had never seen a woman who was as plainly strong as you were. They just didn't breed them that way in Erudite. You stood as if you could crack his jaw with a single hit, and he believed it.

He would learn in time that the difference was in your actual body language. You stood with your shoulders back, relaxed. Your feet were spread equidistant to your shoulders and you planted your feet firmly.

As his eyes moved up from your body to your face, he confirmed something that he had already realized subconsciously. You were stunningly beautiful, with soft features and kind, but somehow hardened eyes.

Those eyes that could bring him to his knees with a single glance.

~

"Baby-face!" you barked, catching him off guard as he stopped his admiring and focused his attention more on your words.

When Eric's eyes focused on you finally, he saw the smirk dressing your lips above all else. It didn't register to him that you'd given him a pet name that would undoubtedly stick with his peers, or the bellowing laughter from the surrounding teens.

All he saw was the smirk, gracing your lips like it was always meant to be there.

You knew what you were doing. You knew his name but you'd chosen to single him out in that way, and somewhere deep inside him...he was pissed.

He was already struggling to prove himself with the other initiates, who thought he was nothing more than a bulky nerd who had nothing more going on. Now you'd chosen to put a target on his back over his soft facial features.

And his anger wasn't lost on you by any means, you could tell that you'd struck a nerve and you couldn't help but find amusement in it. You were playing a game with him, and right now-you were winning.

"Problem initiate?" you purred, just enough to affect him without drawing the attention of the other initiates.

He knew what you were getting at, and he was fully on board. You were pushing him to prove that he was a man, and he'd do it if it was the last thing he ever accomplished.

Before you even knew what was happening, Eric was standing beside you on the mat, staring down at you with those eyes. The space between you was small, and the tension there was palpable but no matter how electric, Eric was overstepping.

You smiled slightly at him, challenging your authority. It was a good move and you could respect it, but you wouldn't allow it.

With one fluid movement, Eric was on the ground, holding his jaw which was pulsing from contact with the floor. You'd taken out his right foot with a quick slide beneath him and caught him off guard.

"What the hell" he groaned, just under his breath so no one could hear it but you. He expected something more from you but found nothing. You had went back to pairing up the other initiates for sparing, leaving the young man on the floor.  

That had been a defining moment in Eric's relationship with you, something that changed it all. You had pushed well within your bounds, and he'd pushed back in a way that you hadn't been anticipating.

...And you loved it.

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Happily Ever After

Peter Hayes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1412 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Peter has a touching moment with an Amity girl that he meets and absolutely adores. But is he the kind of guy who deserves a happily ever after?

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Peter wasn’t sure how exactly he’d managed to fall in love with you. That had never been the plan and he certainly didn’t want it to happen. That being said though, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that it had.

You were everything Peter had never had, in Candor or Dauntless. You were safe, and soft, and friendly. He didn’t have to change a single thing about himself in order for you to love him.

It was simple with you, and he liked that...not that he’d ever admit it. No one could ever find out that he had his eyes on you, because it wouldn’t be proper.

You were from Amity, and there was no way in the world you’d ever fall for a man like him, even if he did somehow get up the courage to talk to you. It just wasn’t in the cards for him. Guys like Peter didn’t get a happily ever after like Four had, it wouldn’t be right if he did.

He wasn’t a good person, and you looked like you’d never even hurt a fly, so a life with him would be miserable for you.

There would be no way for Peter to make you fall in love without him without fabricating an entire life for himself and that just wasn’t worth it. As much as Peter liked lying and having a good time, it didn’t sound like it would be fun with you.

If, by some miracle, you did decide to love him, he would want you to do it by your own choice.

That being said, Peter avoided you at all costs. Whether you were serving him a tray at lunch or offering to wash his laundry when you passed him on the compound, he couldn’t talk to you.

It was too painful, and too much for him to handle mentally. You were too good for him and he didn’t want to bring you down.

You would probably fall for some sandy blonde farmers boy with broad shoulders and a brain the size of a walnut, and that would be a nice life. He would love you and provide for you so that you could raise children to life the same cookie cutter life.

The last thing you needed was for Peter to enter your life and throw a dysfunctional wrench into your future. He would feel far too guilty for ruining your life like that...but one thing was for sure.

No one could ever love you as much as he did.

~

“Hello Peter, are you having a nice morning?” you asked, jogging lightly to catch up with him as he walked down the dirt street.

Peter didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help himself as he looked down and met your eyes. They were bright and full of life, to the point where the man was sure he could look at nothing else for the rest of his life.

It didn’t make any sense. No one had ever knocked him so far off his game before. “It's not too bad so far, how is yours?” he wondered, forcing his gaze away from your beautiful face against his will.

If it was up to him, he’d look at your face for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t an option. He had to remind himself that this was all for your own good, he was the bad guy...and the bad guy never got the girl.

“Much better now” you whispered, almost as if you were trying to keep him from hearing it, though he definitely did.

It was moments like this that made Peter’s heart stop. You were perfect, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and never let you go. He was in deep, and it wasn’t going to end well.

Finally though, after a few minutes of you just dreamily staring up at his face, you decided to break the silence.

“Would you like to have lunch with me today? In the clearing?”

Your voice was so soft and sweet, and hoping. It was enough to melt Peter’s cold heart, to the point where he had no other choice but to agree. He may have been worried about your safety and happiness but in the moment, nothing sounded better than being near you as much as possible.

Plus, what could one measly lunch hurt?

~

A lot.

One lunch could hurt a lot it would seem, because the more you talked, the more and more enthralled Peter found himself in every syllable.

So enthralled in fact that before he knew it, you and Peter were sharing breathing space. His face couldn’t have been more than an inch from your own as he focused on everything you were saying.

Now, you had never had a man this close to you before, especially not a man like Peter, but you didn’t mind.

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t attracted to him or were bothered by having him sitting so near to you. There was something in his eyes as he watched you speak, something you’d never seen before in your life.

“Peter?” you whispered after a few moments, your eyes scanning his own for anything that could help you figure out what he was thinking.

That was the one thing about Peter. He may have been an Ex-Candor but that didn’t seem to have anything to do with him now. There was no way for you to know what was going through his head...no matter how hard you tried.

“Yes sweetheart?” he smiled, looking right back at you with this intensity that made you squirm in your seat.

You had never, in your entire life, felt this way about another person. There was something so magnetic about him. He was a liar and a cheat, a cunning whirlwind, and you’d have him no other way.

They didn’t make men like him in Amity, and he was refreshing, and daring. Everything about him was addictive and you’d fallen for it, regardless of his efforts to keep that from happening.

“What are you doing? Your voice was no more than a whisper but it was plenty loud enough for Peter to hear.

All he could do was smirk, chuckling a little bit under his breath. “You want the truth? I’ve been trying to decide whether or not to kiss you for ten minutes” he hummed, stopping your heart with so few words.

You weren’t sure how to respond, all you could do was try to catch your breath for a moment. “Trying to decide?” you wondered, if he was having such a hard time, did he really want to do it at all?

“Sure, I didn’t want to do it if you didn’t” he explained, not backing away from you even a little bit. He was all in fully, whether or not you accepted it but if you told him no, Peter could back off and respect that.

He didn’t want to come across as weird or creepy, no matter how much he would love to feel your lips on his own.

“And if I told you I did?” you checked, pushing the envelope though you normally wouldn’t have. You weren’t one to do anything outside of your comfort zone, but with Peter, it just came naturally.

Before you could react, you found yourself leaning forward until your lips found Peters.

The kiss was sweet and felt right, but it brought a laugh out of the man, against your mouth.

“You’re so adorable” he explained, clearly catching the look on your face when he momentarily pulled away. The second part of the kiss was different, Peter’s hand braced the back of your neck softly, deepening the kiss in a way you hadn’t been expecting.

Peter could tell you hadn’t had much experience in that area but what was he expecting? The amity weren’t really the most sexually awakened group of people in Chicago.

“Was that okay?” He checked, his eyes now searching yours to make sure that you were okay. He didn’t want to overstep your comfort zone, his own desires be damned.

All you could do was nod, still shocked that someone like Peter would have any interest in you anyway.

~

“So Y/N, How would you feel about coming with me when we leave Amity?” It was quite the offer, and you had to admit...you wanted to go with them.  

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Having a Baby with Eric

~Eric never EVER wanted to be a father

~He just never thought he could do it and didn't know how it would work out

~His father wasn't the greatest, and he didn't know what it would be like to raise a baby

~BUT that didn't mean that he wasn't excited about it

~Because it was with you and there was nothing Eric wouldn't be down for if he had you by his side.

~And if he was being honest, he was kind of excited just because he never thought it was in the cards for him

~The actual pregnancy is a lot

~Being pregnant in dauntless isn't easy but Eric is so protective and crazy that he doesn't let anyone else go near you...ever

~Not even your friends and the other leaders are allowed to be left alone with you

~You would also gain a lot of weight during the pregnancy which you aren't happy about

~Eric thinks its hilarious and actually enjoys the fact that it softens you.

~You still work out during the pregnancy but not as much as you normally would and the sharp lines of your muscles dull a bit with the added baby weight

~It makes you look like more of an impending mother and Eric is all for it and is super sure to let you know how beautiful you are

~Going over an actually million baby names trying to pick one

~Eric likes Cason, Titus, and Damon but you aren't so sure it'll be a boy

~That hadn't hit Eric quite yet...that you may have a daughter.

~That idea insights another panic in him because he has NO idea how girls work and wouldn't know how to raise one

~Overall tho, Eric would be the greatest dad because he's so loyal and caring to the people he cares about, even if he is a little bit abrasive

~It would be a learning curve for the both of you but before long...after a longggggg nine months

~A beautiful baby girl is born and her daddy couldn't be happier

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Protege

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1574 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is soft, and Eric knows she’ll never be able to make it in Dauntless on her own so he starts training her in private to be better, until finally, he believes that she’s the best. 

Part 2

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Eric was a hard ass, everyone in Dauntless knew it. There was absolutely nothing in the world that could crumble his hardened resolve, and he liked it that way. It made him feel untouchable and that was what kept him going, it was the reason he was so high up in Dauntless already. Even they knew that he was ruthless, and unbreakable...after all, what could you lose if you didn't have anything to love in the first place.

Your reputation was a little different. You had grown up in the fields of Amity, sacrificing anything you could for the betterment of the community and keeping your head held high through it all, because you loved it. Deep in your soul, you wanted nothing more than to help people.

That was how you ended up in Dauntless, having let your ruby red blood sizzle away on those coals without so much as a thought. You weren't worried about how your family would react or what the community would think. It was clear to you that the best place for you was Dauntless, where you could protect all the people of Chicago from afar.

All of Dauntless looked more surprised by your choice than your home faction, because nothing about you seemed to be quite what they were looking for. It was abundantly obvious to them that you weren't going to make it through the training program, not being the way you were.

Both your body and your mind were too soft to go through the grueling training that Dauntless would demand of you, but you did have courage to make a choice like that, albeit a stupid one.

That being said, you had caught Eric's attention, not that he'd ever let anyone know that. There was a fire in your that he could see, bubbling just beneath the surface. It had been shoved down inside you all your life by the yuppies of Amity, with their peace serums and drugged up bread...but it was there.

If anyone were to ask Eric, he would put his money on you to be the most promising initiate of the bunch, after training of course. Right now, you didn't even look like you could take down a wavering butterfly, in your baggy burnt orange ensemble that clearly was ill-fitting on your body.

Still, as you moved through the crowd, Eric Coulter couldn't pry his eyes off of you. There was just something about you, he knew he had to make sure you did well in the program, no matter what. The difficult part was going to be keeping that a secret from the entirety of Dauntless in the meantime.

After all, Eric had a reputation to uphold and the worst thing for his image would be finding out that he had a soft spot for a small, plush little girl...but there was no doubt in his mind that you would make it.

~

Eric may not have had a single doubt about you but right about the time you started training, you weren't sure if you could do it. You weren't overly prepared for any of the work that they were asking you to put in and it was too much to handle. Your body wasn't capable of running and jumping like they required and it was painfully obvious.

Every single initiate knew that you couldn't possibly do what you needed to do and they loved it. As far as they knew, you weren't going to be there for any longer than you needed to be. You were not so slowly becoming the biggest joke in all of Dauntless.

And it wasn't just the other initiates who were starting to understand where your weaknesses were, because all the leaders also saw it peaking through the cracks in your performance.

You did have some strengths, hand to hand combat seemed to be something you excelled at and you could throw a knife pretty well. It may not have been much but it was something Eric could work with.

He knew that he couldn't do it in front of the other initiates, but Eric wanted to help you to be better...so he hatched a plan that would work perfectly. He waited until all the initiates were gathered in their shared quarters and called for you from the hall.

It wasn't hard for Eric to put on an angry facade, and as you left to room, you could hear Molly and Peter whispering about what you could have done to get in trouble. You would have liked to know that yourself, considering you were so far out of the loop.

You hadn't done anything wrong, as far as you were concerned but there was no way Eric was calling you out in private just to chat. You definitely had broken some kind of rule, but which one you couldn't be sure.

The hallway seemed much colder as you entered now than before, and it had everything to do with Eric standing at the end of it. His beefy arms were folded across his chest, making your heart skip a beat as you neared him.

You thought about saying something to him but there weren't any words that seemed appropriate. You couldn't say hello, or ask him what he wanted, all you could do was wait for him to fill you in.

Eric couldn't help but laugh at you when you came to a stop in front of him. You had this wide, panicked look in your eyes that entertained the man just a little bit.

"Keep your head down and follow me" He suggested, turning away from you and heading in the other direction. You'd never been down this adjacent hallway before but you weren't going to argue with Eric of all people.

Finally you got to a room at the end of the hall. At this point, you didn't even know what part of the compound you were in and it was stressing you out big time.

As far as you knew, Eric could snap your neck and leave you here and no one would know for weeks, but as soon as the door was open, you calmed just a little bit, forcing those outlandish ideas from your head.

It was just a gym, much more private than the one that you and the rest of the initiates trained at in the pit. The only puzzle piece that you couldn't make fit was why Eric had decided to bring you there.

"Did I do something wrong Eric?" you ask, fidgeting lightly on your heels as you stared up at him. You were shocked to say the least when he didn't answer you, instead he grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it over his head hurriedly.

You didn't have the words to ask him what was going on. It wasn't every day that you came in contact with a man like Eric Coulter especially not without clothes.

"What are you-?" you started, but before you could even attempt to get the words out, he was shushing you. "I'm going to help you train until you're better, every day you'll come here instead of mandated training hours...you need the help" he explained, grabbing you by the hips to pull you toward the weight rack on the wall

Eric grabbed a single set of weights and handed it to you, tossing them into your hands with very little concern for if you could hold them or not. You were shocked at the actual heft of them because there was very little. They were only ten pounds each, and didn't even seem to make a difference.

You had no idea what he thought they would do for you. "Sit down here, and lift them above your head, keep doing it until I get back" He ordered, patting lightly on a leather covered bench. You sat there and kept your mind at ease, trying to ignore the look in Eric's eyes as he stared down at you.

It was predatory and primal to the point where you didn't even know what to think. Your head was static and shocked you "Well where are you goi-" You started to ask but when you looked up again, he was gone.

~

You and Eric had been training in private for months and as much as you two were concerned, you were climbing the ranks. You hadn't been near the rest of the initiates in months and they had no idea the kind of progress you two had been making.

You were strong and could take anything that Dauntless wanted you to. You could pass any test, or do anything they asked of you. Through Eric's tough training and decent incentive, you were basically a soldier already, and no one was ready to see what you could do.

Eric waited until they were all going to be in the octagon again, and brought you up with him. Your secret was going to be out now but it didn't matter...all you were concerned about was proving to them that you weren't the chunky, incapable little girl you'd come in as.

That was all that mattered to you. Eric had made you indestructible and now you were rising in the ranks, completely prepared to do whatever it would take to be the top of your class by the end of initiation.

Eric couldn't have been more proud of his little protege.

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Dating Eric Coulter

~Would probably meet you during initiation

~Eric could take it upon himself to make everything a challenge between the two of you

~You wouldn't like him at first

~He would get on your last nerve

~In fact, you two would most likely take sparing a little too far and get into fights

~But eventually that rivalry turns into something more and you can't get enough of him

~He helps you survive all the trials being in dauntless brings

~Patching up each other's bruises and scraps

~Getting tattoos together

~but not matching ones because you think that's a curse

~Sometimes Eric just stays in bed with you all morning instead of going to early morning training

~He wonders what life would be like if you two weren't dauntless

~Would you have babies? Or get married? What would your children be like?

~The initiates talked a lot in hushed whispers about you two

~The way Eric was with you was different than with anyone else

~Eric wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes and just wants to talk to you

~About anything and everything

~Eric is the sort of man who would paint your toenails if you didn't feel like it

~Or brush your hair and style it for you just because he was in the mood to play with it

~Is the MOST possessive man in the entire world

~Eric isn’t the kind of guy to pretend he doesn’t realize that you’re bigger 

~He knows

~And he makes sure everyone else does too because he loves it 

~Dauntless looks at your wide, strong frame and sees nothing but strength and beauty and no one is more in line with that than your man

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Sunflower

Eric Coulter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1689 words

Warnings: angsty...why are my Eric imagines always so emotional? 

Summary: Reader is a girl from Eric’s past. She knew him when he was much more gentle and kind. What happens when the past repeats itself and you feel that pain all again? 

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You had been the love of his life once...his shining sunflower in the bleak and cold. That had been years ago, and now you felt like perfect strangers.

~

Eric was only an initiate the last few times he set foot in Amity . All the strongest, most promising soldiers were given positions around the other factions doing patrol, so see how well they would do if they made it through training.

That being said, he didn't do much patrolling at all after meeting you.

You working in the kitchens, helping the older woman prepare all the meals for the rest of the faction.

It was your job to make sure everyone was well fed and taken care of...Eric and his troop included.

The first thing he noticed about you was your unconditional kindness. You had been kind of doped up on amity serum bread but peacefully beautiful fit you-similarly to how it fit a butterfly bobbing in a summer breeze.

The second, and much more apparent thing was your bare feet. You never had shoes on beneath your pleated yellow skirt which fell well below your knee to the top of your foot. He used that very observation as his way of speaking to you, an icebreaker of sorts.

"They have shoes here don't they?" he asked, calling out to you where you'd been standing a few feet away, harvesting wildflowers from the field. You spun around, your wild hair moving with you as you turned, eyes bright as you looked at him, unsure how to respond.

The years would make Eric cold, harsh and militant but as a young man he was different, kinder...

He smiled, waving you over as best he could, even going as far to set his weapon down in the grass. (Something he could get in a lot of trouble for if someone saw him do so just to talk to a girl)

"I don't like them" you explained, bounding towards him in the same manner an excitable puppy would, so giddily that he had to worry for a moment that you would go tumbling down the hill. "You can feel the energy coursing through the earth, connecting you to all things...it's a lot easier without a slab of leather constricting that" you hum, coming to stand in front of him gingerly.

Normally, people would cower when they came face to face with him, or at least shift a bit on their feet as a way to defer their energy. You did no such thing. You just stood there, your hands straight down at your sides as you stared up at him.

Eric couldn't tell if you were tall or short as far as women were concerned, all he knew was compared to him, you seemed much smaller. Your body fell in a series of curves, all hidden delightfully beneath your Amity regulated dress. You were much more beautiful in person than he would have imagined before.

"And this energy...can everyone feel it? Or do you have to understand it to be able to connect?" he wondered, partly curious and partly not ready to stop talking to you. You seemed overjoyed by his question, ultimately just glad to be able to explain the wonders of the nature of all things.

Amity believed that all things were entwined in a web of all things which could only even be understood with an open heart and willingness to share the world with all other things. "You can feel it too, if you want to" You chimed, your voice melodic and cheery in his ears.

Before he could as what you were doing, you had his hand in your own, pulling him down to the ground with you. You both knelt down as close to the grass as you could be without sitting down, something Eric never saw himself doing for anyone, no matter how fantastically mesmerizing.

Slowly, your hand smoothed over his own, laying it flat against the earth beneath your own.

Eric was pretty sure that you were just a little loopy on serums but still, he wanted to feel what you were talking about. He wanted to feel connected to you, even if he had to look like a fool to do it. "Can you feel it?" you whisper, a bright grin spread all across your face.

He couldn't.

That didn't mean it wasn't there, he just couldn't concentrate past his hand sandwiched beneath your own. Your touch on his made his flesh tingle and burn in the best way...numbing his mind past any hope of thought.

"That's amazing" he lied, making you erupt instantly in a fit of giggles, falling back into the grass in such a hysteric manner. You knew he was lying. It had taken you years to be able to feel it and he didn't even believe...still, it meant a lot to you that he was willing to pretend for you.

~

You walked into the main hall of Amity, past Johanna with a polite bow in her directions. Your footsteps were quiet, thanks to the lack of constricting footwear you still opted out of...giving you an ability few had.

The ability to sneak up on Eric Coulter.

He was admiring a white horse, grazing its soft hair with the center of his palm. You had heard stories of how much he'd changed since those days you knew him but from what you were seeing, there was still a part of him that was just as kind as once before.

"Careful, she may bite you" you called, a cautious smile creeping onto your face no matter how much you tried to force it down. It had been so long since you'd seen him. So long since you'd touched his skin, kissed his lips and felt his gaze on you but he was the same, you just knew it.

Eric nearly jumped at your sudden appearance, nearly, before dropping his hand instantly. His stance was uniform and tight, unlike how he used to stand, comfortable and bowlegged, he had grown up. "Y/N?" he asked, though he knew it was you. Those eyes were the same he'd seen each night when he closed his eyes.

"You've changed haven't you Eric? You're a grown man now" You tease, poking his exposed bicep lightly with your finger. It was an odd gesture but coming from you, he didn't even flinch. "And you haven't changed a bit...you're still barefoot" He countered, watching your shining eyes roll at his comment. He had always been so hung up on that.

There was a time when he would carry you through the field, 'worried for the bottoms of your feet' or at least that was his excuse. You had always wondering if he just wanted to be close to you.

"I'll admit, I never thought I'd see you here again" you comment, getting a little more personal than you'd meant to. You had been so upset when he told you that he could no longer come back for his patrols. He was going to be a full fledged member of dauntless, a leader-which meant he wouldn't need to spend his time in Amity any more.

You had cried for days, staying in Johanna's office as to avoid making everyone else sad. Even Johanna herself wondered if you would ever get any better...not that Eric had to care anymore.

"Have you done pretty well for yourself here? Married? Kids?" he asked, moving on past your combined pain onto something more or less depressing. You could tell based on the tightening in his jaw that he was dreading your answer, assuming that you had been scooped up by some farm-boy with dirty knees the moment he left...which was far from the truth.

There had been boys, and then men that he shown interest in you through the years but you could never get over the feelings you had for that guard you so cared for. They all paled in comparison and the few dates you went on could never make you feel the same.

"No...I loved a man once but nothing ever came of that, he was driven and career focused, we just came from two different worlds" You mumbled, looking down at your feet before looking back up at him, your eyes shining with emotions you hadn't felt in years.

It wasn't fair that he could just come back after all this time and make you feel this way.

"You loved him?" Eric asked, sounding almost like he didn't believe you. "Of course I did, and I would have told him had he stayed with me" you huffed, your voice louder this time. You glanced back to see Johanna watching the exchange, that worried look on her face.

She knew how much you loved Eric, but she also knew what he had become...she was worried for you. You smiled at her, trying to let her know that it was all okay, she nodded but didn't look all too convinced.

"I had to go...I didn't have a choice. You said you understood" he bit, he knew then that it was a lie, and even now, he could still see how it had affected you.

Neither of you had been as happy as those days in all this time, neither of you had ever found a love as real as that you shared together.

You knew he was too stubborn to even consider wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close the way he had whenever his superiors came to do evaluations but he just had to have one more kiss. Luckily for him, you were optimistic enough about the future to risk it.

Before he could argue, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. You both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, before all the uncertainty melted away.

It was Eric who leaned into the kiss first, waiting for you to follow through. The kiss wasn't rushed or simple by any means, it was long awaited and emotional...the sort of kiss that you couldn't help but wonder...if it was goodbye all over again.

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