#divergent eric coulter

[theaawalker]

A Run For Your Money [Eric x Reader]

Pairing: Eric x gender-neutral!reader Song Inspo: One Dance by Drake ft. Justin Bieber Word Count: 2,004 Summary: A new Dauntless initiate, y/n, captures Eric's attention. As trouble follows you, Eric is always nearby with a keen smirk. But you won't go down without a fight, promising to give the brutal faction AND instructor a run for their money. Warnings: violence, fighting, mentions of death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Bam! Bam-bam, bam!

You are by yourself in the initiate training room beating on a punching bag. Today is one the rare days off that initiates get, and you chose to spend your time training. You made up your mind to transfer to this faction, so you did't intend to ease up on your pursuit until you make the cut. It seems that a group of female initiates were attracted by the punching sounds and have come to investigate. After seeing you, one of them attempts to show you how it's done.

Jace is bigger than her friends; one would assume that she was Dauntless born had the classes not been separated. She picks you up and throws you to the side, ready to set an example. You come back, jump and hock a leg around her neck, flipping her on her back to the ground. You land in a crouch, "Come on dude, don't be an asshole."

It's obvious that she nor her friends expected you to take her down. They thought that you would be intimidated like most of the other initiates, but Jace didn't hold her surprise for long.

"Well, that was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome." She pushes off the floor and hops to her feet. You rise up with her as they meet for a handshake.

"Jace, Candor."

"Y/N." You turn away from her to go drink from your water bottle. Jace watches you for a moment.

"Which faction are you from, Y/N?" She asks. You blink and drink from your bottle before setting it back down.

"That's not important." You say. Jace isn't satisfied with your answer and is about to ask you another question.

"I couldn't agree more." The girls stiffen and jerk around to face Eric, posted up like a soldier with a sadistic glare in his eyes. "Do any of you want to explain to me why you're not downstairs?" His voice is menacing and full of authority. Jace and her friends look at each other confused. One of them tries to respond, but she's a stuttering mess.

"Bu-but w-w-we uh, I thought um.. I mean, we uh-."

Eric, having heard enough, cuts her off, "Got it. I'll give you a chance to make it down there, and you'd better make it before I get back down there." The girls scramble past him and rush down the stairs. You hadn't moved, choosing to remain silent until they had gone.

"Isn't today our day off?" You look at Eric expectantly. You aren't surprised when he starts grinning at you.

"Correct." He's walking towards you while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then why did you scare them away?" He smirks at the question and sets his jacket down near your water bottle.

"I'll be your sparring partner for today." You blink slowly.

"Alright."

2 hours later, you and Eric are both sweaty on the mats, breathing heavily as you stretch together.

"Thanks for the workout." Eric was impressed with you, and he's looking forward to welcoming you into Dauntless.

"No problem, I really enjoyed it. Thank you." You didn't expect the offer, but you appreciated it. Eric isn't known to associate with initiates outside of making sure Four is training them properly. So, while surprised that he wanted to spar, you weren't going to say no.

He nodded his head at you, grabbed his jacket and walked away. You watched him leave, strutting out of the training room with such confidence. He didn't even look like someone who'd been in a fight. You honestly feel inspired. One day, you're going to really give him a run for his money.

[ time skip - visitng day ]

When visiting day rolls around, Eric doesn't see his source of amusement. He wanders into the training room to see you finishing a set of pull ups. He stands in the entry way watching you come down to stretch. You bend down to the front, holds it, and then bend back into a back-bend.

You see him but don't say anything. You don't know how long he's been standing there watching, but since he didn't say anything neither will you. You take a few minutes to quickly stretch your body before picking up your water bottle and walking away. You almost makes it past him, but he stretches out an arm to stop you.

"Not so fast." You aren't looking at him, but he's looking at you. "Why aren't you down there with everyone else?"

"There's no one down there for me." You walk around him, and he lets you go. He sees that you're upset, but it isn't his place to comment on it.

[ time skip - next day ]

Early the next morning, Eric comes across you doing laps around the training room. You pause at seeing him there.

"You want to run?" You nod, your chest heaving with your breathing. "Come with me." You look around, unsure if you should follow him.

"I have training in an hour." He smirks at you.

"I'll make sure you're back in time." You nod again and follow him.

They run to a cliff spot with a full view of the sunrise. You hadn't watched the sunrise since being in Dauntless; you missed it. You wonder if this could be a regular thing for you again.

"Ready to head back?" You nod. "Can I come here every morning?" He regards you for a moment before replying.

"If you remember the way."

They jog back together and make it just in time for Four's class. You head over to join the other initiates lined up. Eric walks past them, ignoring Four completely as he heads to take a shower.

The next morning, you're running back to the Dauntless compound, coming back from your sunrise viewing. You're definitely going to make it part of your routine to run there in the mornings. Halfway back to the compound, you see Eric running toward you. You pass each other, making eye contact but not exchanging words or stopping.

[ time skip ]

Despite their rocky start, you and Jace form a competitive friendship. You're often seen sparring with one another, or with Jace's friends. With individual training, you two are always trying to out-do the other. Friendly competition became a great way for the both of you to become and maintain high ranks among the initiates.

Lately, Four has the group randomly paired every day for mock fights in the ring. Somehow, you always get paired with one of Jace's friends. You haven't lost a fight yet thanks to all the practice you had with Jace. The friend, Byron, was the biggest initiate of the class, so taking down anyone else was easier for you. Bruised, blustered, and bloodied, you managed to beat him. Even Four was impressed, with Eric nodding and smirking like he predicted your victory. Byron seemed pissed as he limped back to his spot. The fact of Jace teasing him didn't make it any better. Perhaps that was the catalyst that led to this unfortunate event.

[ time skip - that night ]

You were already in bed while everyone else was at dinner. You're an early riser which also means you're an early sleeper. That particular day had tired you out more than usual, so you slept heavy enough for someone to pick you up, cradle-style, and carry you away.

The culprits? Three men disguised in all black and ski masks who tried to dump you over the chasm.

One of the Dauntless members on the cameras sees them. He's in the camera room watching them almost drop you over until you wake up suddenly. Kicking and punching, you swing around on the railing to kick one of your attackers in the head. He hits the back wall and falls unconscious. One of them somehow is shoved over chasm railing, while you punch the other one in the throat and head until they fall. You snatch off the masks of the remaining two, and your face crumbles. Hurt and betrayed to see two of Jace's friends. You recognize Byron, and knee on the other one's dick. He tries to cover himself, but you kick his head, hammering down on it with both feet. As a floored Byron and his accomplices groan, you spit on him as a final assault before you stagger up and stalk off.

Four and Eric coincidentally show up in the camera room while this fight was taking place. Four notices that particular camera feed as he glances around the room when he first walks in. He immediately zeroed in on it, coming closer as he sees the victim, who he recognized as you, wake up and fight off their assailants. Four flips out, snapping at the guy sitting in front of him for not reporting this.

Eric, at seeing Four agitated, walks over behind him to see you in action. He finds it humorous, not caring at all about the sorry excuse for an initiate that fell over. Lucky him that he died before Eric could get to him. Those other two would pay dearly for what they just attempted, then maybe after he's done with them will he allow them to die.

Four tries to go to the chasm, but Eric tells him to take care of the guy in front of him first. "It's over now; I'll take care of them."

Eric tells the swarming Dauntless members to get those two initiates in a holding room until he gets there. Eric left the room in search of you, but he couldn't find you. Unbeknownst to him, he passed your hiding spot -- a hallway vent -- several times, but you didn't want to reach out to him. You saw a mix of other Dauntless members and initiates milling around, and you didn't trust them. So, instead, you tucked yourself deeper into your hiding hole and slept.

[ time skip - the next morning ]

You return to your bunk after you've calmed down. Jace tries to approach you, but you flinch away from her. Who's to say she didn't orchestrate the attack? Shortly after, Four, with Eric right on his heels, sped into the room. He's relieved to find you there, and he asks if you could come with them.

You're called to a meeting with the Dauntless leaders, the parents of the dead boy, and for some reason, Jeanine Matthews. The child's mother accused you of killing her son.

"Your son tried to kill me." His mother vehemently denied it, until she's shown the video feed. Then, she flips her argument.

"But you're not dead, now are you?" You, done with the conversation already, looks over at her.

"Let me guess, you'd rather I be dead."

"Yes!"

"Tough." You turn your head, dismissing her.

Eric is full-on grinning as the mother is short circuiting. Jeanine, ever observant of Eric and his mannerisms, notices Eric's interest in you. Thus, Jeanine also takes an interest in you. Reviewing in her mind the initiate's combat skills, she shifts her eyes over to you, who is busy staring out of the window. You could be another Eric, a great soldier to carry out her plans.

After much debate, mainly from the parents' end, you are dismissed. Due to the video evidence of the boy being involved with trying to kill you, and that he was actually bumped over by one of the boys, you are exempt from any punishment.

After the meeting, Jeanine pulls Eric to the side. He instead takes her to his office to hear what she has to say. She asks Eric what he thinks of you, to which Eric responds with a mediocre answer. He doesn't want you involved in this, but it seems his tactic isn't working. Jeanine doesn't buy it after seeing the video, and she gives Eric instructions to introduce you to the plans and get you working under him. After, she excuses herself and leaves him alone to his thoughts.

After lunch, Four escorts you to Eric's office. Four warns him not to be mean to you, and Eric tells him to get the fuck out of his office. During your meeting with Eric, he tells you the rundown of what's going to happen after you've passed your initiation. He doesn't go into too much detail, in case you have too much of an adverse reaction.

After he's done explaining, you're blunt with him, "That's stupid." Eric looks at you, but you keep your eyes on his computer and continues, "It doesn't make sense. She wants to kill people to keep the peace. And these serums, it sounds like some mind control scheme."

You look at Eric. He sees that you're smart enough to pick up on what he didn't say.

"You don't believe her, right?" You ask him. "You know that she wants to make everyone, except a select few, into mindless slaves that do whatever she wants while she rules over everything. You know that she wants a dictatorship and not peace, right?"

You pause for a moment to hone in on his unfazed expression. "Or maybe you do know, but you don't care." You look at him for a few more moments before leaning up and looking away, taking a stroll around his office.

He contemplates life while you busy yourself with looking around his office. How didn't he think about what life would be like with everyone under her new serum? He thought that he'd be done with Jeanine, and he could do whatever he wanted with Dauntless. He didn't care about the other factions. He really doesn't care about the people, but there's not much enjoyment in bossing around mindless slaves who are programmed to do what they're told anyway. How weird it would be to walk down the halls and pass people that aren't really there. Yes, there'd be no more people to piss him off, but there'd be no idiot to amuse him either. No one to hold a conversation with; no one to ignore for being stupid; and no one to threaten and watch them cower.

At that moment, he realizes that he would be bored and alone with not a soul for company other than Jeanine and her lackeys. He grimaces at the thought and sees how unpleasant it would be. He feels ignorant for not seeing the whole picture and not thinking ahead. He's going to rectify that.

[ time skip ]

It took Eric a few weeks to get together his evidence of Jeanine's crimes and organize a trial in Candor. It was unavoidable for some of his skeletons to be exposed, but fortunately, they were overlooked in light of him turning Jeanine in. She was found guilt and set to be executed, which was done by Eric himself immediately after the sentencing.

You passed your initiation ranked #1, with Jace pulling up #2. It took you a while to feel comfortable around her again, but ultimately, it wasn't her who hurt you. Thus, it wasn't fair for you to shut her out. Plus, she physically defended you whenever one of the guys got too aggressive with you, which was a nice plus.

You were also set to start your job working under Eric. The paperwork had already been approved by the time Jeanine's plans were foiled. Also, Eric had taken to courting you. Speaking to you more and spending time with you. He wouldn't date you until after you passed initiation, but now that you had, you and Eric have been together for about 3 weeks now. He was currently taking you to meet his parents for dinner.

Five minutes in, and you were not having a good time. Still, at least there was free food. Eric's mother, Blythe, addressing you, asks yet another insulting question. "So, how long have you been sleeping with my son?"

"Blythe!" Eric and his father shout her name, but you ignore her.

"Not going to answer?"

"No, I don't see how that's any of your business."

Taken aback, Blythe seethes before responding. "My son is my business."

"Yea, you're such a great parent, so supportive of your son's choices." You hear her gasp as you sip your water, not giving her the attention.

"How dare you-"

"That's enough," Eric hisses at her. He's pleased that you're not intimidated by his mother, but he doesn't like her being insulted.

"Are you going to eat that?" Eric asks you, eyeing your plate. You cut the steak and broccoli on his plate and fork it before turning to offer it to him. You have your other hand underneath in case anything falls from the fork. He eyes you again and you blink at him expectantly. He leans in, his eyes boring into yours as he eats off your fork. You turn back to spear more food onto the fork before turning to repeat your actions.

"I can eat my own food." He says while leaning in.

"Then why didn't you?"

As the night goes on, you two pay no mind to his parents. Even though Eric's father seems to genuinely support him, you don't see any sort of relationship blossoming with him or his wife. Yet, judging by Eric's reaction to Blythe, you won't have to worry about pleasing her. Sweet.

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[heliads]

jealousy, jealousy

Based on this request: "Eric Coulter x Reader: The reader is a new found leader with Eric and Four. Some of the boys try to hit on her but Eric gets a little protective"

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You have been through quite a lot as a member of Dauntless. You passed your round of initiation with flying colors, you survived a couple years taking on the most trying jobs you could, just to match that same rush of adrenaline. Now, as per usual, you’re looking to make life even harder for yourself. You’re going into your first year of teaching initiation. 

By all accounts, being a training leader should be easy. You’re just yelling at transfers all day, right? Wrong. It’s common knowledge in your faction that being stuck leading initiation after graduating is like hell on earth. The amount of patience it takes to corral dozens of newbies into some semblance of a proper Dauntless is unmatched by most people here. 

Yet for some reason you think you can manage it. Maybe your own success in initiation will help you lead a new round of kids to greatness, maybe not. If anything, it’ll give you a chance to relieve some stress by yelling at people who mess up in front of you. It’s all about the small victories, you know?

It’s not like you’re going to be alone in this, either. You’ll be sharing the role of training instructor with Four, a good friend of yours, and Eric Coulter, someone who you could probably consider a friend were it not for his habit of trying to stay away from any sort of relationships at all costs, be them platonic or otherwise. 

In all honesty, you’re kind of looking forward to it. So, by the time the first full day of initiation rolls around, you arrive at the training room with a fair amount of pep in your step. 

Eric is already there, starting to set out some rows of punching bags. “Don’t you look excited about all this? Don’t worry, the enthusiasm wears off quickly.”

You laugh and begin to help him. “Oh, I’m sure it will. Let me have my moment, though.”

Eric hems and haws, but he backs off for the time being. “Have you seen the new trainees yet?”

You drag out a row of targets from a storage room, then nod. “Yeah, I dropped by while they were jumping off of the roof. Most of them looked scared out of their wits, but a few seemed more confident than others.”

Eric looks pleased with this. “Gotta say, the first couple hours are some of my favorite parts of initiation. Seeing their faces drop when I tell them they have to fall over the edge never fails to make my day.”

You snort. “Never let it be said that you don’t have a heart. You’ve done this for what, a couple years now, and it never gets old?”

Eric chuckles fondly. “Seeing a new group of kids who are going to be nothing but a pain in my ass for the next couple of months, and getting a chance to scare the hell out of them? Lightens my mood like nothing else.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. Across the room, a door opens to reveal the final training leader, Four. He raises an eyebrow at the two of you. 

“Never thought I’d see such a pleasant atmosphere in here,” he says through a subdued grin, “But I’m not sure that I mind it.”

You move the last of your targets, then head to the door, slapping Four on the back as you pass him. “We’re only happy because you’re not here, trust me. I’ll be nothing but miserable from here on out.”

Before you go, you hear something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh from Eric, although he does his best to turn it into a cough. You’re going to have fun during this round of initiation, aren’t you?

You head to the trainee dorms, and bang your fist loudly on the door before heading inside and shouting for everyone to get up. You’re greeted with more than a couple angry stares, but who cares? The initiates can hate you as much as they want for disturbing their beauty rest, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to go any easier on them. 

After dragging the initiates out of their bunks at last with a fair share of insults and threats, you manage to get everyone together long enough to grab five minutes’ breakfast and head down to the training rooms. By then, Eric and Four have finished setting up, and it’s time to start the first day. 

Four gets everyone going with a classic run around the perimeter of the Dauntless complex, and when they come back, you’re ready to start with fighting practice for the first time. 

Eric and Four show the proper technique for punches and kicks and blocks, then you direct everyone to a punching bag so they can practice their form. You wend your way around the training room, adjusting posture here and directing there. Honestly, things aren’t going badly for your first day as a training leader. 

Or, you don’t think things are going badly until you walk towards the back row and hear a trio of boys talking in hushed voices. Specifically, they’re talking about you, and complaining about the fact that you were the one to wake them up so early in the morning. Apparently, they haven’t realized that you’re not the one who sets the morning schedule for training, but they’re perfectly fine with blaming you for it anyway. 

The tallest of the boys speaks in a voice so sharp it sounds like the cawing of a hawk. “I mean, it’s so annoying. She’s treating us like we’re kids.”

You are kids, you want to say, but you wait in the hopes of hearing something worse so you can actually cause problems. Luckily, you’re rewarded about half a second later when a second boy starts talking as well. 

“I know, right? I don’t even think there’s a real reason she’s here. Probably, Eric and Four got bored and wanted something pretty to look at while they work, so they dragged her in.”

You choose this as your moment to step out of the shadows. The boys’ faces drop the second they realize you’ve been listening in, which makes you smirk. 

“Want to say that one more time? I don’t think I heard you properly.”

When they say nothing, you fold your arms across your chest. “What, you don’t want to talk to the eye candy when she confronts you? I came out of my initiation ranked number one. If you want me to prove it, I’ll beat you into the ground right now.”

One of the boys opens his mouth to respond, but strangely enough, the person who talks first isn’t a trainee but Eric Coulter, who appears out of nowhere and has apparently been listening in as well. 

“Initiate, I believe you were asked a question. Next time, don’t talk about a training leader unless you can back it up. Otherwise, that’s cowardice, and that gets you kicked out of here faster than you can blink.”

The boy who was about to speak is now apologizing violently, and judging by the legitimate irritation in his eyes as he looks at the other boys, he might actually mean what he says. He hadn’t been complaining about you, actually, just listening to his friends. 

You leave, Eric at your side. For some reason, he’s still irritated. 

“I can’t stand trainees. Always walking in here like they know everything.” Eric harrumphs. 

You chuckle. “If you think that’s something, were you even paying attention in your own initiation? It’s annoying, obviously, but they only say it because they’re jealous. They’ll probably shut up forever after today.”

Eric frowns. “Doesn’t mean it’s right.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Obviously I know that. Besides, why are you having a problem with it now? I’ve never heard you complain about it before.”

Eric looks away. “It’s different this time.”

You arch a brow, waiting for an explanation, but he says nothing. At last, you shrug and walk away when Four calls you over. 

By the time the end of the day finally rolls around, you’re actually feeling pretty good about what happened. The trio of boys were practically falling over themselves to make up for what happened, so now you’ve got a squad of trainees basically at your beck and call. One of them actually seems like a legitimate guy, so you might already have a favorite. 

By contrast, Eric seems to be in even more of a foul mood than before. You, Four, and Eric are sitting in a corner of the training room, having dragged out chairs so you can stretch your legs against whatever equipment is within reach. Four’s grabbed a couple of drinks from a nearby office; he tosses you one before handing another to Eric and taking a seat a short ways away from the two of you. 

Eric opens his drink with a sour look. “Already not a great start. Those three will be trouble, I’m sure of it.”

You just laugh. “Only at the beginning. They’re actually good now, I think. If I keep them on a steady diet of threats, we should be fine.”

Eric takes a drink, irritable. “They always do that at the start. It’ll end fast, I promise. They’ll be ruining our lives until the end of time.”

You chuckle. “So dramatic, Coulter. I think they’re alright. One of them’s okay, actually, the one who didn’t want to go along with his friends. Also, he has a nice smile.”

Eric scoffs. “Oh, that’s a great indicator of success. This isn’t Amity, a smile gets you nowhere here.”

You smirk. “Just because you’ve never learned to smile doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it in anyone else. I think he’s just fine.”

Eric growls something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like ‘of course you do,’ until you shoot him a warning look and he shuts up. 

Even after that, though, you get the feeling that you can use this. After thinking on it a little longer, you decide to have a little fun with Eric’s newfound irritation. Why not?

So, if you happen to talk more than normal with those boys, or you help train with them on days when there’s an odd number of trainees due to medical evacs and they need an extra partner, what about it? Eric has no legitimate reason to be annoyed, although he’s stomping around like someone threatened his life. You’re just having a good time, nothing bad about it. 

He does take things into his own hands eventually. About two weeks into initiation, you’re taking down the training room for the day when Eric sticks around under the guise of helping. Four is long gone, something about having to report initial training results to Max, so you and Eric are alone. 

Eric keeps his silence at first, but you can tell that something is gnawing at him. Eventually, he can’t take it anymore, and calls out to you over the sound of guns and knives being carefully laid back inside their boxes. 

“So, do you have thoughts on the trainees? Who do you have picked for top initiate?”

It’s a common bet among training leaders and regular Dauntless alike to try and guess who’s going to come out on top. People take careful note of how the rankings rise and fall over each day, placing their odds on the person they think is most likely going to win it. Entire fortunes have been won or lost in last minute fighting rounds or fear landscapes. 

You pretend to think. “Well, I don’t know. Ian and Jackie have been rather good as of late, but you know I have to root for my favorite three.”

Eric’s expression darkens, as you kind of hoped it would. “Look, I don’t get why you like them so much. They’re just annoying.”

You turn back to him, grinning. “Well, I don’t get why you dislike them so much. They’ve been perfect students ever since that incident on the first day. I mean, what reason could you possibly have to hate them?”

Eric’s footsteps shuffle in and out of view as he takes a box back to the storage room. Once he returns, though, his irritation is just as strong as always. 

“It’s their motive. Can’t you see it? They’re not being good so they can get ahead, they’re doing it for another reason.”

You arch a brow. “And what reason could that possibly be?”

Eric tries to evade the question, but you lean against the stack of boxes he’s trying to move so he has no reason but to pay attention to you. At last, he responds, but he refuses to look you in the eyes as he does it. 

“It’s common for male initiates to get distracted by pretty training leaders, especially when they’re new. They’re just trying to flirt with you, and they’re stupid enough to think they’ve got a chance.”

You lean forward, unable to hide a smirk. “Are you calling me pretty, Coulter?”

His voice is gruff. “Did you hear a word I said? They’re trying to use you, and it’s infuriating to watch.”

You refuse to let the matter go. “Of course I heard you, that’s why I’m asking about it. I’m just curious as to why their flirting would bother you so much.” A sudden thought occurs to you. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

His eyes dart to you, then away again. “What could I possibly be jealous of? Your friendship?”

You walk closer, daring him to make a move. “My time. My focus. The fact that you’re nervous that their flirting might actually work.”

It’s true, isn’t it? Everything you just said is true. Eric is worried, which is why he’s looking at you with that much fire. In fact, he doesn’t deny it at all, merely stalks close enough that he can kiss you just long enough for you to notice before leaving again. 

He calls something over his shoulder as he goes. “How about you tell me if I’ve got anything to be jealous about?”

You just grin. Well, you weren’t expecting that, but you can’t pretend that it wasn’t good. Perhaps things have a way of working out after all. 

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😍pairing: Eric Coulter x F!Reader | ⚠️warning: canon typical violence in the series; mentions of blood, knife; implied smut

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PINKY PROMISE • Part 2

Divergent AU • Eric Coulter x Reader

It had always been Eric and me. Best friends for lifetime. Absolutely unafraid to be the biggest mess in front of each other. Eric and me. And a stupid childhood pinky promise of ‚If we’re single at 40, we’re gonna marry each other‘.

Words • 4.0 k Warnings • major mental health problems A/N • I was sick of writing with „you“. So instead of Y/N you’ll find M/N (my name).

PINKY PROMISE masterlist 💫 Divergent masterlist

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Part 2 • Waterfalls and waffles

The confusion didn’t subside when I got back inside. Everyone was back to their own drunken business, truth or dare was still being played and the kitchen was covered in spilled drinks. But nothing of that changed that I had kissed my best friend half an hour ago.

Peter, still in a sheep costume, wanted to do shots and caught me just before I could escape the kitchen. He cornered me and filled shot glasses with apple juice. He was completely wasted. And behaved even more wasted after I agreed to do three shots with him, but that gave me the opportunity to leave the room. 

I tried to make my way through the crowd and eventually spotted Chris, but she stood with Will and they seemed pretty intimate so I didn’t want to interrupt. My eyes were searching for someone and when I found Eric, staring at me from afar, I froze. 

That feeling of his lips on mine returned and even though I still tasted the apple juice on my tongue I instantly remembered how he tasted. He stared at me. I stared at him. I didn’t know what to do. Should I go to him and laugh about what had happened because it was so odd? Should I go and ask why on earth he had chosen me to kiss? Why did he, though? Christina had dared him to kiss the most beautiful person in the room. I mean… we were best friends since we could remember, it was only natural for him to gravitate towards me because we knew each others souls so well. Right? It wasn’t because he thought I was attractive in the ‚I wanna kiss because I very like‘ way. Right?

Enough. My drunken brain shouldn’t be here anymore. I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber. I’m out.

I was never really happy to arrive at my mother’s place but after this strange night I wasn’t too reluctant. All I wanted was to sleep.

In the sheets of the bed I had at my mother’s place, I couldn’t fall asleep, though.

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Eventually, I fell asleep. At around five in the morning, but still. I didn’t get up to get breakfast. Ignored Christina’s and Tris’ texts in our girls chat. Acted as if I was still sleeping when my mom knocked at the door for me to finally get out of bed.

In the evening I went back home. Dad was out on the porch with Max, his best friend. They asked me about my weekend and I only shrugged.

When I went to bed that night, not wanting to sleep because tomorrow would be Monday, I still didn’t text Eric. And he hadn’t texted me. It was weird. We never not texted. Even if it was just an emoji we sent, there was never a day that went by that we didn't check in with each other.

Yeah, we kissed. But as a joke. Why did it feel like something was wrong now, though?

The second he opened the passenger door, when I picked him up on Monday morning, everything was as always. Like nothing ever happened. He chattered about the second week of seeeeenior year and completely dismissed my weird, nervous being. He almost borderline ignored the fact that I didn’t say a single word and hyper focused on the traffic and the traffic only. 

Eric was cheering when we rolled onto the parking lot. Peter looked like he was still drunk but was all in for a heated discussion with Eric about the sheep hunt at the party. They didn’t mention the kiss but I knew by even glancing in Christina’s and Tris’ direction that they wanted to talk about it. They were on my heels all day. I ignored all of their attempts to bring it up, though. It wasn’t easy which was why I was super exhausted when I got back to the car after school. Eric was already leaning at his passenger door and looked at me walking up and even watched me getting in the car.

For a second I thought he would bring it up after he climbed in and closed the door. His lips were sharp. He hesitated for a few seconds and then shook his head. „Do you wanna get milkshakes?“

„Sure,“ I said, honestly relieved. So we drove to get milkshakes and everything was as usual and that was good. That feeling of comfort creeped back in my chest and I knew that whatever had happened at that party was nothing to worry about. We were friends. Best friends. And that was good.

Eventually, throughout the week Christina and Tris managed to catch me for their questionary. I had escaped until Thursday which was a noticeable achievement for me. By Thursday I didn’t have any weird, confusing thoughts about the incident anymore, so all their questions didn’t mean a thing. They tried to get some answers from me that I couldn’t give to them. All they got was ‚I dunno‘ and after having to hear it at least thirty times they slowly grew tired of me.

One thing of being a senior wasn’t so bad after all: I parked close to the school exit and when the door bell rang for the weekend Eric and I were out and about way faster.

Eric tried to persuade me in coming around his house later that evening because that one side of the family he couldn’t stand would come over for a ‚Friday Fun Night‘. I only pushed him out of the car, shook my head and drove off. By the time I parked the car in our driveway I felt guilty for not backing him up so I texted him I would come over after dinner.

It was a pretty ordinary afternoon for me. I fetched myself a bowl of cereals, stared at my backpack for a while and brought myself to pull out the homework I had to do. Then I stared at the homework while eating my cereals and placed the empty bowl on top of the homework in order to lay down on my bed and take a nap. I fell asleep after noticing dad getting back from work and his car being turned off outside.

A loud thud woke me up. I immediately sat up with a racing heart. Another thud from downstairs got me wide awake. My bare feet were storming to the door and raced down the stairs to the noise in dad’s office. When I reached it, he sat on the floor in the middle of a thousand scattered sheets of papers and folders. He frantically searched through them, threw around folder after folder when he didn’t find what he was looking for. It took me a few seconds to function and not stare at him in shock as he went through the papers in such a high pace that it was absolutely impossible for him to find anything.

„Dad!“ I tried to get his attention but he didn’t look. He mumbled things and kept searching. „Dad!“ I entered the office, stepped on the papers and kneeled down. „Dad, look at me!“

My heart was racing. He didn’t look at me and he didn’t stop searching. He kept saying: „I need to find them.“ 

Ever since my mother broke up with him, he had developed some mental health problems. For a while he had tried to hide it until the first big bang happened and I had to call the ambulance because I just didn’t know what to do. After the second and third bang happened, he went to stay at some place to get better and it eventually got a little better when he got back and carried on with an ambulant therapy. But there were smaller incidents ever since. At some point, I learned to deal with his bangs. Whenever it happened, I first was shocked but then the adrenaline would come rushing in and I would just function. I would carry him through.

„Dad, please look at me.“ I reached out to touch his arm but he ripped it away as if I burned him. He looked at me, though. He stared at me like he had never seen me before. With big, dark eyes, completely unaware of who I was.

„Dad, let us go to the kitchen and drink some water, yeah?“

His head turned to the side a little and this single movement sent shivers down my spine. This wasn’t like all the other bangs.

„I need to find them!“, he shouted and his hands went back to rummaging through the papers. 

„Stop it, dad!“ I grabbed his hands, tried to make him stop, tried to pull him up with me and I managed to do so but instead of him being okay with it, he shoved me out of the room and closed the door. I blinked at the wood, not really able to grab what was happening right now. He was back on the floor when I opened the door again. I kneeled down once more and this time grabbed his arms, forcefully. Dad looked up at me with this weird, wild stare and for a second I got scared. With tears in his eyes, he freed himself from my grip and pushed me out in the hallway again, this time locking the door. 

I banged at the door with my fists. I felt my lungs vibrating with the shouting I did but my ears couldn’t hear it. My pulse was somewhere around light speed, my legs were shaking and the skin on my knuckles started tearing up from the banging on the door but dad didn’t open.

I rushed upstairs to grab my phone but instead of dialing 911 I hit the top number on my favourites – Eric.

„You ready to come over and entertain my bored out ass?“, he picked up with that weird twist of being excited while being very bored. He was waiting for me to join him with his family.

„Eric,“ I breathed out and my voice died.

There was shuffling on his end, something fell to the floor. „What happened?“ His alarm clocks went off, he was ready for anything.

„Dad,“ I whispered, afraid he could hear me downstairs. „It’s bad.“

„I’ll be right there,“ he said and hung up. It wasn’t the first time I called him for help with my dad. And it wasn’t the first time I didn’t know what to do. But it was the first time dad looked at me like he didn’t know who I was and that scared me. After the call I couldn’t sit down and wait, I stood by the door and listened if there were more noises from downstairs. I wiped the bloody knuckles on my sweater but as soon as I got rid of the blood, more was coming through the cracks.

The doorbell rang. It didn’t even take five minutes for Eric to get here and first thing he did, when I opened the front door, was to pull me in his arms. He pulled me close, held me so tight that it was hard to get air. „Everything will be okay,“ he whispered and let go again.

I nodded, took a deep breath and then led him to the locked office door.

He knocked gently. No response. He knocked again. „Mr. M/L/N? Here is Eric and M/N. Is everything okay in there?“

„No,“ dad shouted but it sounded more like he was close to crying. „I need to find them!“

„Can we help search?“ 

The rummaging and shuffling sounds stopped, footsteps came over to the other side of the door. The lock clicked. When Eric opened the door dad sat back on the floor again. He didn’t look as frantic as ten minutes ago but still very confused and also determined to find what he was looking for.

„What are we searching for?“ My best friend knelt down and picked up some of the papers, I was frozen in the doorframe.

„All the paperwork I need so I don’t lose shared custody of M/N.“ The second it left his lips, he stopped in his movements. With big eyes he turned to look at me. What? The frenzy fell off his face, his whole being, and he realised what he had just said out loud. He recognised me, his child, and that he had let something slip I never heard of before.

Dad stood up and this time the tears in his eyes rolled down his cheeks. „I am sorry, M/N. I am sorry.“ He looked around, was sorry for the mess, was sorry for today’s bang. „I didn’t mean to scare you.“ He shook his head in disbelief. „I am so sorry, that shouldn’t have happened.“ He was sorry for the bang but the way he was hiding his face in his hands was more than that.

I shoved all the thoughts that wanted to come in away for the moment, hugged dad and tried to cheer him up. „Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.“

He didn’t hug me back, though. He was like a lifeless puppet unable to move his arms, only able to shake his head. „You shouldn’t even know…“ 

„It’s alright, dad.“

I caught Eric’s eyes staring at the two of us. Sorrow was radiating off of him. But when I inaudibly begged for his help, he brushed it off and lured dad out of the room and to sit down on the couch in our living room. In the kitchen I filled a glass of water and brought it to dad. I watched him nip at it and grabbed the glass before he sank back into the pillows. He stared at the table and didn’t look at us again. He hid his face in his hands. He looked guilty, ashamed of his bang and the bomb he had dropped.

Eric dragged me back to the kitchen and grabbed the glass from my hands to put it on the counter.

„What am I doing with him now?“, I whispered. 

„Call Max? He knows best how to back him up after one of the bangs.“ Eric was right, so I called Max. We waited silently in the kitchen for him to arrive. The more time passed, the harder it got to shove away the questions and the inevitable anger that was forming alongside the thoughts. It was hard to not walk around like a mad cat so I wrapped Eric’s arm around my shoulders and neck to calm down my mind. He squeezed me and pulled my body to his. And he respected that I was way too worked up to talk right now.

When the doorbell rang the second time in less than an hour, some relief flooded through my tensed muscles. Max promised to look out for his best friend and told us not to worry about it. To go upstairs and watch a movie or something. When I heard him talk to dad in the living room and dad responding to him, I allowed my feet to carry me upstairs. Eric closed the door behind us and let himself fall down on my bed.

There had been a moment before, where I felt like I put too much on his shoulders with letting him know how much dad struggled. It seemed unfair to me to put this burden on him. When I told him about it, he disagreed. It’s us together forever, he had said and that was what I had to recall every time when he helped me out with dad. Every time when I couldn’t do it on my own.

Eric grabbed my laptop, pulled up the browser and looked for a movie.

„I can’t stay here right now, Eric.“ The thoughts and questions were creeping up on me.

He immediately shut the laptop and got out of my bed. „Let’s go then,“ he said, guided me downstairs and eventually out on the porch after he told Max we would head out.

The car of Eric’s mom was parked at the curb.

I stopped, watched how he walked up to it but didn’t understand why. When he noticed I was still at our front door, he came back. „Did you drive here?“

„Yeah.“ Eric acted as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. He didn’t sit behind a steering wheel after his accident last winter. Nor did he make an attempt to try. The memories were echoing in his head and he didn’t talk about it because it made him uncomfortable. It was a denial stage he was in and I tried to give him time by driving everywhere we needed to go too. In order for him to heal and get to that point were he could start to work through what had happened. So, the fact that Eric himself drove here tonight, was a big deal.

„You drove here.“ It made me emotional. And it made me smile a little because I was happy about his accomplishment.

„I… didn’t even really think about it. I only wanted to get to you as fast as possible.“

I closed the distance between us and hugged him. Mostly for what he had done tonight but also for all the other times he had helped without second guessing. He was always there when it mattered.

„Do you want me to drive?“, I whispered into our embrace. 

„No, it’s fine.“ Eric smiled when I pushed him from me. It was strange to see him sit down behind the wheel and having to take the passenger seat. The way he nonchalantly started the car and started driving down the road was even stranger. Like he never had that accident at all. It took a couple of minutes to get used to it. And those minutes used my brain to shoot memories of tonights bang at me. Dad’s foreign eyes. That he was frightened to lose custody. And the fact that my mother must’ve filed for taking it from him.

To distract myself, I asked where we were going. Eric talked about an old abandoned fabric he heard of and that the compound had a huge tunnel system. There was even supposed to be an underground waterfall. „You wanna explore?“ 

„Yeah.“ 

It took some time to get into Chicago on this Friday evening and Eric didn’t find that old fabric first. He took a lot of wrong streets, drove down one street at least five times and stopped to text Uriah for the right address. We made it eventually. Eric parked the car at the curb and we stepped out to the property. It looked like no one cared for the building for at least fifty years anymore or so. Which was hard to understand because it covered the entire block. It was huge. Why would people just stop caring?

I observed the many shattered windows and the tiny holes in the walls after getting out of the car.

„Some entered through the roof but there must be another entrance, I guess.“ I followed Eric as he tried to find another entrance. It took a whole minute until we came to a small parting in the building. It led to a tiny alley with a door on its end. The door wasn’t locked and so Eric pushed it open after handing me a flashlight and turning on his own. It made a terrible screeching sound and if we were in a horror movie something would come after us in not long from now. But I just shrugged and brushed past him to enter the abandoned fabric.

Our flashlights illuminated a hall, almost a hangar, so deep that it was impossible to guess its real dimensions.

„Here“, Eric said. He had turned to our right and stared down a stairwell – again unable to guess how far down it led.

Maybe there could be a serial killer waiting for us down there. On the other hand did going back home sound equally as appealing right now.

I went first and started walking down the stairs. My best friend followed and came to walk beside me. Those stairs went so deep that after five minutes I dreaded even thinking about going down there. Going back up would suck so hard. Out of a sudden the stairs ended with only one option to follow: a tunnel. Just as Eric had said, that tunnel led into a million other tunnels and it was hard to remember what direction we came from once we switched to another tube.

Just in case I checked my phone for service and was relieved to see that I could call for help if we got lost. 

Eric was first to stop. I ran into him as he stood there eavesdropping. And then I heard it too. Water.

We followed the direction the sounds were coming from and it got louder pretty fast. When we reached it, a cliff was falling down to a natural, rocky waterfall. It wasn’t like some old sewer tunnel or anything, it was a real waterfall. Something must’ve been down here that used to be of interest for people once. They have put an old, rusty metal bridge over the chasm, connecting one side of the cliff with the other. We stepped on it and directed our flashlights to the rush of water. It was just going and going and it didn’t stop. The steadiness of it and the deafening volume that came with it, was calming. 

I sat down on the little bridge, legs dangling over the edge. Eric sat down next to me.

We didn’t speak. We couldn’t even if we wanted to. I wouldn’t be able to understand a single thing with the loud water behind our backs. I just stared at all the things our flashlights illuminated. And I sank into my thoughts. I felt the emotions of tonights bang coming through. Saw dad’s wild stare when I closed my eyes.

And then raw anger hit. For some reason my mother wanted full custody. I was eighteen already. Due to repeating junior year still in high school but also almost an adult. What benefit would she have? How did she even dare pulling that off after everything she had done already?

First my jaw clenched. Then my hands started shaking. When I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat anymore, the crying started. It wasn’t tears, it was this deep hollowing sobbing. The one you couldn’t stop and hurt deep in your chest type.

All the adrenaline I had used on my dad tonight, all the anger that had built up, was mixing together. It blurred into a spiral, dragging me down and down and down.

When I felt Eric’s hand searching for mine, when his fingers intertwined with mine, this familiar calm started to pull me back. He held on so tight, so adamant to let me know he was there, that this calm was able to flood my chest after a while. It soothed out the clinging feeling and made the thoughts slow down. Until… it turned into a burn in my stomach.

Not like it was on fire. More like it was a growing flame that wasn’t harmful but rather inviting. The familiar calm turned into something I had never felt before, without losing the comfort and the safety of Eric’s presence. It felt thrilling. It felt like…

I jumped. „Can we get waffles?“

Eric had been startled with my sudden movement and the out of context question but it was the first thing that came to my mind. After realising that maybe the burn in my stomach wasn’t something I should feel for my platonic best friend.

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[chloe-skywalker]

A Safe Feeling - Eric Coulter

Eric x fem!reader

Warnings: 

Word count: 1,402

Requested: Hi can you do a imagine where the reader is the daughter of Jeannie Matthew and she divergent and she in a relationship with eric and her best froend is four and later tris please and thank you - @rachelcarroll1819

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting!

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“Mathews!” Eric called out with a smirk as he saw Y/n exit the hallway near the dining hall.

“You know I have a first name.” Y/n turned around crossing her arms over her chest. Eric knew she hated her mom’s views and being called by her old last name. She’s not Erudite anymore.

Eric gave a nod as he walked over to her, standing in front of her. “Yeah, but that’s for more intimate-”

“Shut up.” Y/n giggled and slapped him on the bicep as Eric chuckled, moving his hands to her hips.

“Where are you off to?” Eric asked as Y/n moved her arms to wrap around his neck. Normally Eric didn’t like showing PDA, unless it was to show she was taken.

“Need to talk to Four about some stuff.” She answered, tilting her head. It wasn’t easy to have Four as a best friend and date Eric. But the two agreed to be sival for her sake.

“Divergent stuff?” Eric spoke quietly, so no one would hear around him. When she had first told him about being Divergent, Eric didn’t take it well at first but then he realized he didn’t care. He loves her anyway.

“Will you keep it down. You know it could get me killed.” Even though he was quite Y/n still was scared at any possibility of anyone knowing. Being Divergent is a death sentence.

Eric nodded as a sigh of apology, moving his right hand up and down her back to comfort her growing nerves. “Is it about the nightmares?”

Y/n nodded with a grimace. “They have to do with my fears and with what I am, he's the best to talk to about it. And he’s my friend.”

Eric rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek at his sight irritation. “Don’t remind me.”

“You're lucky I know what part of that you're referring to.” Y/n smirked, poking him in the chest.

“Oh, what part?” Eric played along, hoping to stall her a little longer.

“The Four part. He’s my best friend, has been since initiation and it bothers you like no other.” Y/n smirked a little, but in her defense she tried to hide it.

Eric shrugged. “I don’t like sharing.”

Y/n let out an amused soft laugh. “I’ve noticed.”

“You know I love you and I don’t care about the Divergent past, right?” He wanted to make sure she knew, he always made sure. Yeah he got annoyed that she’s friends with Four but her being Divergent? That doesn’t bother him.

y/n smiled. “I know. You always reassure me of that.”

Eric nodded. “And I’ll continue to.”

Y/n moved to leave his embrace, really needing to go see Four. “Love you.” 

Eric pulled her into a rough kiss before letting go of her waist and back. “Love ya too.”

“I’ll see you later.” Y/n smiled at him turning around and heading off to figure her nightmare, fear problem out.

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After about an hour Four and Y/n sat down, joined by Tris.

“The only thing I can think of is that your fears are changing.” Four stated leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“But how can I have less fears then when we first came here? How can they change?” Y/n wondered out loud confused. Shouldn’t she have more over time not less?

“I don’t know, Y/n.” Four wished he could give her an explanation, but he had nothing.

“Maybe its Eric.” Tris said, jumping into the conversation.

“Huh?” Y/n turned to her younger friend with confusion and curiosity. Four looked to Tris with a furrowed expression.

“Well he’s protective of you. He’d kill for you, so what if the feeling of protection he gives you is making some of your fears go away.” Tris explained what she meant.

“She has a good point.” Four looked at Y/n.

“Well that’s a development.” Y/n let out an amused puff of air.

“Bad?” Tris tilted her head, looking at her friend trying to see how she was feeling about this new ‘development’ as she called it.

“No.” Y/n shook her head.

“He’s been worried. You should tell him.” Four stated. He may not get along with Eric but he could tell how worried he’s been over Y/n’s situation. Eric could hide it well but Four could still see it.

“Yeah.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her jacket before standing up and heading towards the door. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that. See ya both tomorrow.”

Once Y/n left Four and Tris she headed to the training room, knowing that Eric was training the intaties today. It wasn’t hard to find him once entering the big room. He stood out.

“Hey handsome.” Y/n said as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Hey sexy.” He smirked, and as he expected her reaction was to slap him on his arm. It caused him to chuckle.

“Stop it.” Y/n laughed at his behavior. Always so different with her then around anyone else. “Can we talk?”\

“Yeah,” Eric was trying not to be worried. He turned his focus back to the intimates. “Intaites! We’re done for the day. Get out.”

After that they both headed to their shared apartment. They’d been sharing a living space since a little after they finished initiation. Once inside Eric shut the door behind them for privacy.

“So did you and Four figure out what's going on?” he asked and Y/n could see some concern in his eyes.

y/n nodded and licked her lips. “Yeah, about that.”

“What?” He asked gruffly.

Y/n went over and sat on their couch, Eric followed suit. “My nightmares have been odd. Like you knew and we found a few things out.” Y/n took a deep breath before continuing, looking him in the eyes. “I have less fears now. That’s why I keep reliving some of them. My nightmares seem to be the fears I still have.”

“How's this happening? Is it a Divergent thing?” Eric didn’t know much about Divergent. No one really did know anything about Divergents since they were killed on spot after being found out.

“No it’s not a Divergent thing.” She laughed lightly. Y/n leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. When she pulled away she told him. “Its a you thing.”

“Me?” Eric raised his brows in disbelief.

“Yup. You.” Y/n nodded in confirmation of his question.

“Can you explain?” he asked, still very confused. How is he the cause?

“Trus has this theory and Four and I agree with it.” Y/n scooted closer, grabbing his hands in hers. Smiling shyly up at him. “We think I’m having less face because you make me feel safe.”

“That's the goal.” Eric smirked proudly. That was the goal, to protect her. Make her feel safe. And he was relieved that nothing serious was wrong with her. “So many fears have you lost exactly?”

Y/n laughed in amusement towards his reaction. “Cocky much?”

Eric pulled her by the hips to straddle his lap. “Hey, if I’m responsible…”

He two was amused, but this was because of different reasons.

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her tattooed brute. With the look of confusion back in his eyes, she continued. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Not exactly. You couldn’t. But thanks anyway and for protecting me and making me feel safe in general.”

Eric placed a hand on the back of her head and stared directly in her eyes. “You're mine. No one will harm you on my watch.”

Y/n smiled brightly at his declaration. “Don’t tell my mom.”

Eric scoffed. “I don’t tell your mom shit.”

“That's one of the reasons I love you.” Y/n smirked, leaning her forehead against his.

Eric grabbed her, pulling her closer, holding her tighter in his grip as he kissed the column of her neck. “What are the other reasons?”

Y/n let out a moan as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. “Well if we head over to the bedroom I could-”

“Done” Eric said, effictley cutting her off. He stood up and carried her to their bedroom. All the while Y/n laughed at his actions and looked forward to the night's activities.

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[kaiyaamin]

this man can run me over and I would love him still!!!

ALSO, CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THIS MAN'S ARMS!!!!!

BTW I am taking requests

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[imajinxnation]

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

Jealousy - Divergent Preference/Reaction

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

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

Sorry if this sucks, not a lot of inspiration.

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

Peter

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

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

Eric

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

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

Tobias/Four

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

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

Tris

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

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

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[crazyhearttragedy]

Eric Coulter x reader imagine request. They have a 16 year old son who chose to stay in dauntless, during training they have a moment of proudness for their son.

Proud- Eric x reader

Author's note: Thanks for the request, @cococloud1! I'm working on another divergent request as well, and it will be released soon! Hope you enjoy!

You watched as your 16-year-old son, Kyle, stood tall and strong, his Dauntless gear fitting him perfectly. He had chosen to stay in Dauntless despite your and Eric's reservations, and as you watched him go through training, you couldn't help but feel proud.

"Look at him go," Eric whispered, his arm around your shoulders. "He's one of the best in his class."

You nodded, not trusting your voice to express the overwhelming pride you felt. You knew that Kyle had his father's strength and determination, but seeing it in action was an entirely different experience.

As the training session continued, you watched as Kyle scaled walls, mastered hand-to-hand combat, and proved himself capable of handling a variety of weapons. Each time he succeeded, your heart swelled with pride and admiration.

"He's going to be an incredible leader someday," Eric said, his voice full of conviction.

You couldn't help but smile in agreement. Kyle was a natural-born leader, and you knew that he would go on to do great things in Dauntless.

As the training session came to an end, Kyle approached the two of you, a confident smirk on his face. "Not bad, huh?"

You grinned, wrapping your arm around his broad shoulders. "Not bad at all. We're so proud of you, Kyle."

Eric nodded, his own expression filled with admiration. "You're going to make a great Dauntless member, son."

Kyle beamed, his chest swelling with pride. "Thanks, Dad. Mom."

You hugged him tightly, savoring the moment of pride and happiness. Watching Kyle thrive in Dauntless had been a difficult decision for the two of you, but seeing him excel made it all worth it. You had no doubt that Kyle would go on to do great things, and you couldn't wait to see what the future had in store.

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

If it’s not too much trouble, Divergent story of Eric and reader, the reader is a quiet type but is attentive in initiation which catches Eric’s attention and interest since he expected so much worse from an initiate.

(Do take your time, very much appreciate it! 🖤)

Ofc! Requests are open, check my pinned post for details (I also have a lot of other characters I write for! I also would be open to writing for YouTubers and actors/actresses) (if you don't know about a person/character, no harm in asking!)

Eric Coulter x Reader

Eric watches as you throw a knife. You have a small, but short term smile when the knife hits dead center. It always did, what was the point in being all excited?

Eric liked you. Or, he told himself he didn't. You were a transfer from amity. He bet you would last a few hours. But now, after a few weeks, you had been doing better then most of the dauntless initiates.

Eric expected you to be so much worse. A transfer, was never good. Let alone a transfer from amity, the violence free faction.

He stands their shocked as you go to retrieve your knives. He hadn't noticed, but every one had been as close to the center as it possibly could.

Where did you learn to throw knives? Where did you learn to fight? How did you know how to do all of these things?

He might never know. A trainer and initiate relationship was frowned upon. He couldn't make his move until a few weeks after you graduate.

You were the most quiet one. Weren't apart of any parties, if Eric snuck out of one he would find you training.

He didn't understand. He would think that someone who leaves such a quiet faction would be looking for some fun. Why weren't you?

He could ask. It was fine for him to inquire about why you came.

Eric wanted to know everything about you. You could be in a secret relationship with him until a few weeks after training.

it would work. And even if it didn't, it had to.

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You get confused as Eric had asked to meet you here. The train platform. At midnight.

You were confused; thinking it was some kind of stupid prank until he jumps off of a train alone.

"Hey, Y/N," he calls as he half jogs over to you. You approach him and see he has a smile on his face. Red flag number one.

"What is going on?" You ask. None of this made sense. Sure, you didn't care what was going on. Eric was cute enough to make up for it.

You wouldn't admit it, but you had a crush. Never would that leave your mind; not under any circumstances.

"Straight to the point," Eric mumbles and looks rather nervous, "I kind of like you," you says with a hand on his neck.

You see he is waiting for a response. He won't be getting one. You place a light kiss to his lips and hop on the next train.

Eric is left in shock. He didn't even have time to kiss you back. He just stood there; like stone.

It's been half an hour after you left him standing there that he finally moves. And it is only because he hears the approaching train.

He jumps on it and slides down against the wall. What the hell just happened? The girl he liked, the girl he was training, had kissed him.

He was still in shock as he jumped back onto the dauntless compound. He couldn't barely comprehend what was happening as he unlocked his apartment.

He was completely clueless. What did this make you two?

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You smiled as Eric pressed a kiss to your lips, he pulls away smiling as you pour a glass of water.

Both of you still basking in the morning after sex glow. Eric loved the way you looked in the morning no matter what.

His shirt hung loosely on your shoulder as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. He smiled at you. He was in love.

He couldn't deny it if he tried. He wouldn't have to much longer. You had graduated at the number one spot of your intitation class last week.

In a few weeks you would both be the next dauntless power couple. An unstoppable force.

You press a kiss to Eric's cheek and he pouts as you put on clothes and get ready for your day.

"Do you have to leave?" He pleads as you zip up your jeans. He always did this. Every morning.

"Eric, honey, I have work," you reply and button your jeans. He pouts as you kiss his cheek before slipping out the door.

You had the control room today, you had that and during intiation season you would be a trainer. The control room was fairly easy.

All you did there was report anything suspicious to your supervisor. And yes, Eric was trying to get transfered there instead of patrolling the fence.

It was Eric, he would of gotten transfered to nursing for you. You had joked about it and he got a little mad.

Everything was great. You were both happy. You loved each other. Nothing could go wrong, right?

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[ladyvillainous]

Eric Coulter NSFW Alphabet

Was tidying up some of my WIP folders and stumbled across this so here have another alphabet. This may be a little out of character for some fans, but it's consistent with my version of his character from my full length fic on Wattpad and the imagines on here.

A Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He's usually quite quick to fall asleep if you're getting down and dirty in your own bed, he'll pull you into his arms and drift off quite contentedly. If you're grabbing a quickie in between meetings or tasks he'll pull out, tidy himself up and be on his way. Leaving you a quivering mess with nothing more than a quick kiss and a self-satisfied grin on his face

B Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eric's pretty happy with his entire body having worked very hard to get in the shape he has, but if he had to pick, he'd say his arms and hands. If pressed he'd say it's because he can choke someone out just by wrapping his arm around their neck or do some serious damage with his fists. Privately he also likes how willingly you climb into his arms, sighing when he wraps you in his arms, he likes that you feel safe with him despite how brutal and violent he can be. I also think Eric would be a breast man, liking a good handful but nothing comically large. If he's had a hard day, he likes nothing more than to pull you into his lap and bury his face in your chest.

C Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Like most men he hates condoms and would much prefer to just cum inside you which is why he's so very grateful for the Dauntless standard issue birth control. While he doesn't actually want kids, he does have a slight breeding kink in that he loves to fill you up and imagine what it would be like if you were to get pregnant though he barely admits that to himself let alone you.

D Dirty Secret

(Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eric's very dominant clearly and that translates to the bedroom as well but at the same time he gravitates towards a partner that would give as good as they got, this means sex is a constant powerplay between the two of you. He's never told you but sometimes he lets you win when he's in the mood to be dominated. He's even fantasised about you tying him up when he masturbates but has never actually voiced it because it rubs right up against his control issues.

E Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's good looking and well-built and before Dauntless he was just your standard cocky arrogant Erudite, which didn't bother any of the girls of his previous faction so yes lots of experience. At Dauntless he's carefully cultivated a menacing scary reputation; it tends to attract the more extreme dauntless women, but his apparent lack of interest has them moving on quickly. It's also widely known that the two of you are together and while you're less prone to physical violence than Eric everyone knows not to mess with your man if they want to live to tell the tale. In terms of prowess Eric wants to be the best at everything so he will have practised and read books and practised some more, the man knows what he's doing.

F Favourite Position

 (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't have a favourite position because he wants them all, his moods change so quickly you regularly get whiplash so he's constantly changing things up depending on his and your mood. If you're both pent up after a hard day he might just taking you against the wall of your shower, or maybe he gets up in the morning to find you cooking breakfast in his T-shirt which you know will always end with him bending you over the counter roughly. While not usually one for public sex he's not adverse to a last night session on the mats in the training room after sparring, who goes on top will always be determined by who won the fight. 

G Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He definitely likes to tease you but he's never goofy, usually very serious and focused on making you both feel good.

H Hair

(How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Neat and tidy but no excessive manscaping, he does have a grid style tattoo that matches the ones on his arms adorning his lower abdomen and dipping below the line of his boxers.

I Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eric is extremely passionate and focused when in the moment it's not traditionally romantic, but you can't help but getting swept away by his intensity.

J Jack Off

(Masturbation head canon)

Because you both work long tiring shifts and have to keep up your training you don't always have the energy to be intimate. When it's been more than a few days Eric finds other ways to alleviate his tension, but he always thinks of you when he does.

K Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

Slight contradictory and secret breeding kink given his view on kids. Known preference for dominance with an occasional switch which he thinks you don't notice but you do. Is slightly into bondage in that he likes to tie or handcuff you to your shared bed when he's feeling particularly dominant.

L Location

(Favourite places to do the do)

He'll happy get down wherever and whenever the two of you are in the mood, even semi-public if private enough. Particularly likes shower sex, something about the hot steamy water and your slippery wet skin really gets him going. Doesn't hurt that he has to pin you to the wall whatever position you opt for.

M Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

His mood is a huge determining factor, if he's angry or frustrated or keyed up after sparring he knows the quickest way to burn that off and get control of himself is to lose himself in you and you are usually more than happy to help. If he's tired and not in the mood initially wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts will change that fast. He's also more than happy to help you burn off any excess tension letting you use him as you need. You don't often get that worked up, but he can't help but get turned on when you stomp into your apartment in a towering temper, even more so when it’s directed at him strangely. 

N NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not opposed to rough play such as light choking, biting hard enough to leave a mark or just rough handling in general, leading to bruises but he'd never seriously hurt you during sex even if you asked him to. Firstly, he doesn't want to cause you any serious harm. Secondly, he'd doesn't want to push his scary reputation that far and his girlfriend walking around with any visible injuries not sustained in the ring would do exactly that. Lastly, he worries just what he might do even to you if he lost control.

O Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to go down on you the noises you make are so sexy he could listen to them all night and has once or twice, he's very talented with both his tongue and his fingers having long since perfected his technique. He's just as happy receiving, he doesn't think there's any view in the world better than you on your knees with your lips around him. 

P Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As with location his mood plays a major part so again, he changes it up, often the exact opposite to what you'd expect always keeping you guessing. Usually when he arrives home in a bad mood you can expect to get railed (happily) against the nearest wall. But on occasion he has dragged you into the bedroom tied you to your bed and proceeded to tease you mercilessly, slowly and sensually until you're begging for relief. He switches it up the other way too on a lazy day off you wake up expecting slow passionate morning sex, but instead he flips you over and pounds you into the mattress. Sometimes you swear he's doing it just to keep you on your toes and you'd be right.

Q Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All depends on mood, time and opportunity but as a general rule he'll take you anyway he can get you luckily, you're in full agreement.

R Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He definitely likes to experiment especially when you first got together, he wanted to know what you liked and what would get you to make those noises he loved to hear. He wanted to know exactly what he had to do to make you scream his name and forget your own.

S Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Eric's stamina is deceptive, on days on long physically draining days you'd expect him to be too tired but those are also the days when he can go all night and does. It's the long tedious days when he's been stuck in his office not doing anything physical that drain him the most. Those are usually the days he pulls you into his arms and falls straight to sleep.

T Toy

(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Handcuffs and rope are a staple of a good sex life as far as he's concerned. He's used a few of the more exotic toys manufactured by Erudite in his time but found he got bored of them quickly, preferring to make use of his own hands in new and different ways. He'd be lowkey offended if a toy could be better than him anyway. 

U Unfair

(How much they like to tease)

When he's of a mood to tease you will be in agony, tears running down your face begging for relief before he'll give in, but those are also the most earth-shattering orgasms of your life, so you don't complain too loudly. You couldn't take it every day however so you're grateful it's more by exception than rule.

V Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

In the privacy of your apartment, he doesn't bother to control his volume but he's not overly loud or effusive anyway. The sounds he makes are usually more grunts of effort, and moans of pleasure than actually words, he's not one for dirty talk. 

W Wild Card

(Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

I'm so bad with this question my mind always goes blank!

X X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

He's not comically pornstar large but he is above average in length and girth. Unusually for someone of his size he also knows how to use it to full effect rather than just resting on being a bit larger than average.

Y Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Before you he masturbated every few days, more if he was frustrated or didn't have a girl of the month to play with. Now he has you it's not often you go more than a few days between sessions, both of you getting frustrated if it goes longer. It's noticeable to the people you work closest with, not that they'd ever dare say it to either of you, but they can tell when one of you has been sent on some task for a few days, leaving the other alone in the compound. They can also tell when the other returns because the following day you're both much more relaxed than usual.

Z ZZZ

(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eric gives you his all whether it's a long session or a quickie so if you're in bed and not due anywhere else you're both going to drift off wrapped in one another’s arms very quickly.

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[duramaters]

Aches and Adoration // Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: It’s been a few years since you became a member of Dauntless and you want to brush up on your fighting skills. Getting Eric to help you was probably not your best idea.

Warnings: Smut (18+), explicit language, violence and injury, fem!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Eric strode ahead of you, too upbeat for you to be anything but suspicious. He had been all smiles and polite gestures on your walk through the compound as you headed outside to start your workout. Was the man trying to give you whiplash? What was going on?  You held back and let him lead the way, watching the slight sway of his hips with furrowed brows. His injury didn’t seem to be bothering him at all and you wondered briefly if he had access to a new healing serum from Erudite.  

As soon as you exited the gates of Dauntless he broke out into a sprint, swerving down abandoned alleyways and through empty buildings with you struggling to keep up. His pace was punishing, but consistent and you managed to maintain some semblance of speed.  Instead of running deeper into the city like you had anticipated, Eric’s route took you down to the water’s edge, past the dilapidated observatory and around Northerly Island. Eventually he slowed to a stop at a far corner of the island and you stepped around him, abandoning the path and climbing the slight embankment to look out across the water and catch your breath.

“Your stamina needs work.” Eric’s voice was monotonous as he came up behind you. You turned from your bent over position with your hands on your knees to roll your eyes at him. Your run had been conducted in complete silence, aside from the harsh sounds of you trying to breathe without setting fire to your lungs, but of course Eric couldn’t help but voice some criticism.

“I think you have enough for the both of us” you mumbled. Eric cleared his throat and turned away from you to look out across Lake Michigan, a scowl across his beautiful face. You huffed in exasperation and dropped to the ground, stretching your legs out and plucking at the grass under your fingers. Sunset was still a few hours away so you let your head fall back to enjoy the soft breeze and the heat of the sun on your skin.

“I wanted you to, by the way.” With your eyes closed and the sound of the water lapping against the rocks calming you, you let yourself be brave.

“What are you on about now?” Eric hid his confusion with exasperation, but you could hear a hint of encouragement in his tone.

“Last night,” you sighed. “I wanted you to kiss me.”

Silence.

You peeked one eye open and looked across to him - he was stood stock still, eyes wide and that tell-tale blush caressing the tips of his ears. Anxiety started to swirl in your gut so you stood from your place on the grass and went to join him by the rocks. Lightly tugging at his sleeve you implored him to look at you.

“Eric?”

The leather of his sleeve slipped from your fingers as he turned away from you and headed back in the direction you had come from. Shame burned within you and you blinked back the tears triggered by his rejection. He was the one who had kissed you. Maybe his position of vulnerability and your care had made him do something he didn’t mean to when he pressed his lips to your throat. Maybe he slammed the door on you out of regret and not, as you had assumed, anger at your own apparent rejection.

You followed him back in silence, like a kicked puppy, keeping your distance out of humiliation. But almost half way back to the Dauntless compound you heard him sucking in his breath with every step and lifting the shoulder of his injured side with a wince. Despite your reluctance to be near him, you couldn’t help but want to lessen his pain. Whatever he had taken to calm his injury had clearly worn off during the walk, maybe it wasn’t Erudite made after all.  When he placed his large palm against the bricks and took in a shuddering breath you wanted to rush over to him, fingers itching to tug up his shirt and see the damage, but you forced yourself to stay back. With another sharp breath Eric seemed to regain his composure, shrugging off the tightness in his ribs and continuing on down the side street towards Dauntless.

~~~

You split away from Eric as soon as you entered the compound and headed straight for Christina’s room, assuming that he would have heard your footsteps head off in a different direction and knew that you were no longer following his lead. As you approached her door you heard her hushed giggle accompanied by a low whisper; she was with Will. You paused and considered knocking anyway but you knew that after Eric’s rejection, seeing your friends together would hurt too much so you lowered your head and took an unnecessarily long route back to your own apartment.  The solitude would probably be best for you to rebuild your resolve and it would also give you time to think about getting a new trainer.

 You turned the corner towards your apartment and halted, your body almost continuing on without your legs from your sudden stop. Eric stood in front of you door, arm outstretched, head bent and brows pinched.

“Eric?” You tentatively stepped closer; confusion evident across your features. He spun to face you sharply, as if he had been shocked.

“I thought you were ignoring me. I knocked twice already.” His voice was gruff and there was a tinge of pink high on his cheeks.

“I went to see Christina.”

“Oh.”

You stepped closer, gesturing to your locked door, “do you want to come in?”. You steeled yourself for a scathing refusal but Eric merely nodded, almost sheepish in his acceptance. He didn’t step back so you squeezed between his large frame and the door, your arm lightly brushing his side as he sucked in a hushed breath that you ignored. It meant nothing, you told yourself. You swung the door open and allowed him to follow you into the slightly cluttered room, his presence suddenly feeling a lot more intimidating than it did earlier.

You plopped down on the couch, aiming for an air of nonchalance. If he had something to say, you would let him say it and then move on, even if it hurt. You met his eye steadily as he lingered by the door, ready to make a quick exit, you assumed. Your patience was something you had worked on a lot during your years at Dauntless but by god did you want him to hurry up and say whatever he had come to say.

Eventually he began to move, almost robotically, making his way over to join you where you were tucked up on the couch. He sunk into the firm cushion and hunched over, placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Eric’s wrought appearance worried you and you abandoned all attempts at indifference and reached out for him.

“Don’t touch me.” He bit out. The warning had you faltering and you fell back at the harshness of his words, putting everything you had into stopping your eyes from watering and your lip from trembling at his tone. Looking down, you missed the look of guilt sweep across his face.

His voice lowered to a whisper, “the way you touch me, the way you say please all the time.” You watched as he repressed a shiver. “I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”

The hope and relief you felt at his admission was immediately crushed by the realisation that he had said it as though it was a problem that needed to be resolved.

“I’ll find someone new to train me, it’s fine.” You shrugged, heart shattering in your chest as your shoulders lifted.

“No.”

“No?”

Eric took a long, stuttering breath.

“I wanted to. I want to.” He sighed.

“Want to what? Train me?” The pause was almost unbearable and you felt your breathing pick up in anticipation.

“Kiss you.” He groaned, sounding almost pained.

Repressing your shock at his words you timidly reached out, gently carding your hand through his hair and he continued to hide his face in his palms, but his quiet whimper gave him away and it lit a fire of confidence within you.

“Why don’t you then?” You teased, trying to hide the uncertainty in your voice and not believing he would act on it. Eric’s own hand left his face and his long fingers wrapped around your forearm. You expected him to pull your hand away, but instead he turned his face towards you, looking you directly in the eye as his plush lips met the sensitive skin of your wrist and your hand paused its ministrations in his hair.

“That doesn’t count” you whispered breathlessly.

Unfurling from your position on the couch you moved towards the man, eyes flitting back and forth between his own with silent questions. Eric shuffled slightly and spread his legs, one of his large palms coming up to bracket your ribs and gently guide you onto his lap. You watched his tongue flick out to moisten his lips with a heavy lidded gaze as your thighs settled against his own. Shifting your hips to get comfortable had Eric’s head falling forward and his harsh breaths hitting your collarbone as he began to almost subconsciously lift his own hips up to meet you. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders allowed you to tighten your grip on the short hairs at the nape of his neck and Eric responded by scraping his teeth across your throat, latching onto your skin with much more confidence than the last time his lips teased you there.

“Eric” his name left your mouth in a breathless sigh as your head fell back as he continued his descent down your neck to your chest, his fingers itching at the hem of your sports bra. “Please.”

“Goddammit woman” he growled, practically ripping the offending garment from you body and surging forward to kiss you before your hair even had time to flutter back down across your shoulders. You ground down against his hardening erection and whined at the friction, it was nowhere near enough and you both knew it.

Eric’s hands explored your bare flesh as his tongue met yours and his clothed cock brushed up against your heated core. The sensations were overwhelming and he was quickly turning you into a whimpering mess. Your stomach somersaulted as you felt yourself dip backwards, Eric’s strong arms caging you against his torso as he stood from the couch and your legs wrapped around his waist automatically.

When he reached your bedroom, he lowered you gently onto the floor before placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you so your naked back was to his chest. You sucked in a breath when your eyes met his in the mirror, his own black with desire as he lowered his predatory gaze to take in your reflection, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Eric’s imposing frame shrunk as he crouched behind you, dragging your leggings and underwear down and holding your stare as he nibbled on the curve of your hip, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Eric” you warned, not daring to turn away from the show he was putting on in the mirror as he returned to his full height. You were now fully naked while he hadn’t even removed his jacket, not that you would complain when the soft leather felt so heavenly against your bare flesh, but you wanted to see him. All of him. With a mewl you reached behind you and palmed him, gripping his large girth and squeezing just the right amount. You stared at Eric’s reflection, awestruck as his eyes fluttered shut and his jaw clenched as you began to move your hand.

The heat building in your belly had you abandoning the mirror and spinning around to rest you hands on Eric’s waist, looking up at him imploringly. He raised a defiant eyebrow and you huffed, gently pushing him towards the bed where he sat with a gruff laugh. You had been careful not to touch his ribs but you were still worried about hurting him somehow. All you had wanted for the past couple of days was to soothe his aches with your adoration and now you finally could.

Standing between his bulky thighs you removed his jacket torturously slowly, sliding the leather down his shoulders with a quiet reverence. When his hands were free he reached up and brushed your jaw with his thumb, taking his time to admire you. You leaned forward to grant him a chaste kiss before moving on to his top. It was the same one he wore that day in the cafeteria when he had first made your heart stutter and your breath hitch, the fabric’s softness gave it away. As you lifted his t-shirt the purpling bruise across his abdomen came into full view and you let out an audible gasp when you saw it, it looked awful. Eric’s finger found your chin and tilted your face upwards so you could meet his eye.

“It’s fine, I promise.” His earnest smile melted away when he saw you relax in his grip and a salacious grin took its place, “you could still kiss it better though” he winked.

His grin soon fell when you began to lower yourself to your knees, hands planted firmly on his upper thighs. With his t-shirt removed you finally got to ogle the expanse of tattooed pale skin and the fine hair that littered his chest and stomach, drawing your eyes once again to the bulge in his pants, now mouth-wateringly close. Squeezing your thighs together to alleviate the growing ache in your core you lifted yourself slightly and began to pepper his torso with delicate, close-lipped kisses. Eric sucked in a breath as you brushed the delicate muscles of his injured ribs, but the twitching in his pants gave him away as you laved his abdomen with attention. You moved your hands to his belt and glanced up at him, all doe-eyed through your lashes.

“Can I?”

A subtle nod was your only response because the man was too far gone to verbalise his want, so you began to methodically unbuckle his trousers and slide them down his muscular legs, letting your nails scrape against the newly exposed skin. His black boxers were tight and you could see a faint hint of moisture where the tip of his cock was leaking precum into the fabric. You ran your hand up the length of his erection before dipping underneath the waistband of his boxers to pull them down. They only made it halfway down his thigh before you were licking a stripe up his length, flicking the tip of your tongue along the slit to taste his precum and hearing him hiss above you. You sucked the head of his swollen cock into your waiting mouth and fisted your hand around its base, lightly squeezing and moaning when more precum leaked into your mouth.

Just as you were finding your rhythm you felt his hands under your arms and you were quickly lifted up and onto the bed. The sheets were warm where the heat from Eric’s body had seeped through and you almost didn’t want to shuffle up the bed and leave the comfort of his warmth but the sight of Eric, crawling up the bed after you had you squirming towards the headboard.

The sensation of his teeth biting into your inner thigh was almost too much and your hands shot between you legs to grab fistfuls of his hair.

“Please, don’t tease.”

“Don’t be a hypocrite, sweetheart” he mumbled as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses across your legs and up towards your sopping cunt. All of a sudden you felt his tongue between your folds and his lips wrapped around your clit causing your whole body to shudder beneath him where his arm was wrapped across your stomach, pinning you down against the sheets. You felt the gentle caress of his other hand creeping across your skin, taunting you with his intent as he parted your folds.

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One of Eric’s thick fingers curling inside of you was bliss. Two was heaven. And you were practically writhing on the bed as the tension built in your gut, your impending orgasm almost blinding you before it had even begun. One last curl of those divine fingers had you arching off of the mattress and moaning Eric’s name like a prayer.

The feeling of his soft lips peppering kisses across your stomach and breasts brought you back to yourself and you tugged lightly on his shoulders, bringing him up to your face. Eric met your kiss with unmatched fervour and you couldn’t hold back the smile tugging at your cheeks, the taste of you both combining on your tongue as his erection dug into your thigh. You rutted up against him and he took the hint, positioning you so that your legs wrapped around his waist before dipping his hips and entering you.

It was torture and ecstasy combined as the slow roll of his hips allowed you to take him deeper with each gentle thrust. The stretch of you walls was both too much and not enough and you looped your arms around Eric’s back to rake your nails between his shoulder blades. The sensation of his dick jolting inside you as you clawed at his back had a knowing smirk spreading across your face. Eric held himself above you, resting on his elbows and caging you in with his forearms, hands tangled in your tousled hair. He matched your smirk with one of his own as he moved his hips in a way that had you gasping and stuttering his name, immediately wiping the smug grin off your face.  

“More” you whimpered as his plush lips once more found your throat.

“Say it.”

“Please.”

With your desperate plea Eric stopped holding back and finally began to thrust into you with the intensity that you both craved. Every roll of his hips had his cock brushing against your g-spot and your eyes were beginning to cross with the sensations it evoked.

You crooked your ankle beneath his leg and flipped him so that he was underneath you, his chest was heaving and the light dusting of hair across it was brushing against your nipples in the most delicious way.

“Who taught you that move?” He asked, grinning lasciviously.

“Hmm, let me think…”

You sank down on his dick and fell forward onto his chest, lifting your hips and dropping them back down against his own in a wicked rhythm that had him arching off of the bed. It wasn’t long before your walls began to flutter and you were a wanton mess above him, his grip on your hips tightened to hold you in place as he thrust up into you, chasing his own high alongside yours. You had never been more grateful for the Dauntless-issue birth control than in that moment. You were desperate to feel him pulsating within you and as your orgasm hit and your walls clamped down on his leaking cock you were granted your wish. Eric let out an animalistic groan as his hips stuttered. With his come painting your walls, you flopped down onto his sweaty chest fully sated.  

The room was silent aside from your combined panting. Eric brushed your sweat-slick hair off of your cheek as you lay on top of him, listening to his thundering heart.

“Will you stay?” You whispered into his neck, absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair.

“I’m more than happy to keep training you if that’s what you mean.” You felt his lips pull into a grin against your cheek and you slapped him lightly on his bare arm, trying not to notice how solid the muscle was beneath your palm.

“You know what I mean.” You lowered your head sheepishly. “This wasn’t just sex, right?”

You glanced up at him and watched his expression soften.

“No” he sighed, leaning in to seal your lips against his in a slow kiss. “It was never just sex.”

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Smart Alec

Initiate!Eric Coulter x instructor!gn!reader

WARNINGS: violence, language

SUMMARY: You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

A/N: Please let me know if you want me to continue and make this a series! I know lots of people don’t know who Eric is (or don’t remember him) but if enough people want Eric fics I’ll definitely continue writing this!

PART ONE PART TWO

The sound of combat boots walking on cement rings through the compound’s walls.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Your fellow initiation instructor, Lauren greets you as you approach the giant net.

“Good morning, Lauren.”

“You going to the top or am I?” She says.

“I will, I love seeing the shock on their faces when they see they have to jump.” You say with a laugh, waving to her and heading towards the stairs leading to the roof of the compound. You manage to get there just in time, as you can hear the train nearing. Taking your place at the edge of the hole, you watch the initiates jump from the train. Once they all make it off the train, you yell out to them, gaining their attention.

“INITIATES! I’m Y/N, and I’ll be one of your instructors. As you notice, we are about 10 stories off the ground. The only way to enter Dauntless is to jump. If you don’t want to jump, then you might not have the guts to be here.”

“Is there something to catch us down there?” A boy in white and black clothes says.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, initiate.”

There is a wave of silence after that.

“Well? Somebody’s gotta go first. Who’s it gonna be?” You say, getting impatient.

“I’ll do it.” A male voice sounds out throughout the crowd. You look up and see a boy dressed in blue approaching the edge where you’re standing.

“Alright, Nose. Let’s see what you’ve got.” You say as you jump down from the ledge. He steps up, oozing confidence as he does so. He gives you a mock salute and jumps backwards, down to the net where Lauren is waiting. You shake your head in disbelief, and try to hide the smirk on your face. “WHO’S NEXT?” You yell out to the crowd in front of you.

After all the initiates make the jump, you jump down yourself. After Lauren helps you out of the net, the both of you approach the crowd in front of you. “Dauntless born, you’re going with Lauren. Transfers, you’re staying with me. Go.” You watch as the initiates separate, leaving you with just the transfers. “Now, before we start our tour of the compound, are there any questions for me.” You announce to the crowd. “Yeah, I’ve got one.” The same boy from earlier steps forward. “Alright Nose, what’s your question.” You say annoyed, knowing how this is gonna go.

“How is someone as young as you qualified to teach us? You look just about the same age as us.”

“Well for your information, I was ranked first in my initiation class.”

“Out of how many people?”

“Close to 25 people.”

The boy smirks at you, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Something funny about that, Nose?”

“No.”

“Good, then shut your trap, Smart Alec.”

Without giving the chance for more questions, you start the tour. You notice the Erudite boy seems to be following close behind you. You try your best to ignore it and continue the tour. Leading them out to the open pit of Dauntless, you say, “This is the Pit. The life force of Dauntless.” You then lead them down a spiral staircase which leads to the initiates’ dorms. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next 10 weeks.”

“Boys or girls?” A different blue-wearing boy says.

“Both.” You respond sharply.

There are a few murmurs from the crowd. The girls complain about the lack of privacy and the boys are excited for the lack of privacy.

“If you like this, you’re going to love the bathrooms.” You say, leading them around the corner. As you walk into the bathroom, sounds of disgust ring out amongst the initiates. The bathrooms have no privacy whatsoever, with the toilets right next to each other in the open. A Candor girl says “Really? There’s no where else?”. You chuckle to yourself. “You’ll love this, Candor. Everything out in the open, just how you like it.” You say before walking towards the entrance, unzipping the bag of clothes set there. “Get changed. Dinner is starting any minute now.” And with that you leave them to change.

You find your normal table, usually sitting across from Lauren, the one true friend you maintained through initiation, but this time she wasn’t there. You shrugged it off and took a seat there anyway, but unfortunately that seemed to make some of the initiates think it was an open invitation to take a seat next to you. You try to tune out the group of initiates but they won’t stop talking.

“Did you hear Y/N actually transferred to this faction?”

“What?”

“Yeah, from Amity, of all factions…”

“I find that hard to believe.”

That’s when you step in. “True or not, that’s not your business.”

“So you’re not going to tell us?” The Erudite that had been on your nerves all day says.

“Again, none of your business.” You say, sipping from your cup.

“I’m just genuinely curious of the quality of education we’re going to be getting here, that’s all.” He says again, with a smirk on his face.

“I told you I ranked first in my initiation.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You glare at the boy. “You better watch your step, Smart Alec. Talking bad about your instructors doesn’t look good when it comes to getting higher in the rankings.”

And with that, you leave the table and walk to the terrace with the rest of the leaders.

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Divergent (last one for a while I'm sorry). Eric x ofc. They're leaders. Due to how busy they're during initiate season, they don't do anything together and it makes them fight a lot. During one of those fights hurtful stuff is said (something like "just fucking leave") by him and she leaves for field training. In the middle of it, a hurricane hits and they can't find one initiate. She goes to search for them and eric is ripping his hair out trying to find her after she doesn't return in time.

love a good hurricane. i would, in fact, write an entire fic analyzing what the weather trends would be like in the divergent series but i don't think anyone has asked for that (yet) so here you go instead :))

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Eric Coulter can sense the fight coming. Usually, he relishes any chance of conflict, like all he needs is to get someone else’s blood to coat his knuckles and he’ll be set for life, but today is different. Maybe it’s because no matter what happens, there will be no winners in today’s fight, no one being led out of the ring with their hands held triumphantly over their heads. Sure, no bones will be broken, but neither he nor Y/N L/N will end today completely intact.

He’s been waiting alone in what’s supposed to be their shared apartment for hours now, long since the time when Y/N should have been home. Eric isn’t going to claim that there’s a curfew here, not for either of them. Dauntless leaders make the rules for everyone except themselves, Eric knows that better than anyone.

That’s why he shouldn’t be irritated that Y/N isn’t home yet, but he is. He always is. Typically, Eric is able to convince himself to let it go, that of all the hills to die on her punctuality shouldn’t be the worst of all. It’s not like they ever do anything but sit around, anyway, but that’s precisely why Eric is angry in the first place.

They’ve both been busy, it’s not like this is solely Y/N’s fault, but Eric has always found it a little easier to blame anyone but himself. Surely Eric couldn’t be the reason Four beat him out for the slot of top initiate during their own training round, surely the other boy was cheating or doing something other than simply being better. Surely the reason he hasn’t seen his girlfriend other than glimpses across crowded hallways will be a problem on her end and not something that can be traced back to him.

That’s what Dauntless has taught him, at least. Maybe back in Erudite there’s a boy who doesn’t like to pretend that he was Dauntless-born, some kid who knows when to accept responsibility even when he’s wrong. Maybe there was once an iteration of Eric Coulter that wasn’t the mess he’s grown into today.

It’s foolish thinking, and Eric knows it. He has always been himself, and even if that character has strengthened and hardened into a knife’s edge over the recent years, nothing real has changed. Eric has always been a monster, and usually he likes it, but today it just makes him feel even more alone than usual. If he’s truly the cruel, sadistic training leader that he’d like to be, why does he feel the need to fill his hours with someone else’s company?

The door clicks open at last, a welcome break from Eric’s intrusive thoughts. It’s not like this evening is going to get any easier now that Y/N is back, but at least he’ll be able to place a little more of his rage out on the woman currently tiptoeing through the door instead of funneling it back into himself. Eric has always been more of a fighter than a thinker, even if that’s let people down in the past. All he has is his racing fury and tendency for blood. It is all that he has ever needed.

Some quiet part of his head whispers that that isn’t entirely true. When he had fallen for Y/N, and Eric well and truly fell, he doesn’t know that he had been the same since. It was as if he had taken a temporary lapse from the monster. Other Dauntless had even commented on it, how Eric seemed more focused, more clean in the days since he kissed Y/N for the first time.

That had been good for him, being loved. It had sharpened his blunt cruelty into the edge of a razor. Eric had been no less bloodthirsty, but he was better at it. He wasted less of his time on displays that he didn’t need. Loving Y/N had made him more aware of himself, and in turn, more aware of all that he could be if Eric stopped getting caught up in stepping on people’s dreams just because he felt like it.

Now, all Eric feels aware of is the slump in Y/N’s shoulders, the way she took off her shoes an instant before she slipped inside the door so she can try not to make a sound. Eric’s eyes have long since adjusted, and all of her secrecy is pointless. It just proves that today is yet another day of them not working.

He sighs, and flicks on the light. Y/N flings up a hand to shade her eyes from the sudden brilliance, and Eric watches her face fall as she realizes that he’s been there all along.

“You didn’t have to wait up,” she says softly. 

To Y/N’s credit, she doesn’t seem drunk in the slightest. Eric doesn’t think she’s done a thing other than work all this time, which marks a difference between her and the girlfriends of some of Eric’s friends. Y/N could have been wasting her time and actually given him a reason to argue, but she’s just as good as always. Maybe that’s what has truly been bothering Eric all this time, that he feels like some shady wreck when she’s a perfect saint, day in and day out.

Even in the face of her alibi, Eric still folds his arms tightly across his chest. He can’t help but flash back to this morning, when he’d donned the exact same stance so he could chew out his initiates about needing to actually hit the target when they used their guns. Everything’s a damned lesson now, isn’t it?

“I did,” Eric refutes, “because I had no idea when you were getting back. That makes the third time this has happened this week, by the way. It’s only Thursday.”

Y/N drags a tired hand over her face. “I’ve been working, I told you. Dauntless can barely take care of itself, let alone try and work with the Erudite plan.”

The weighty stress on the mention of the blue-suited faction tells Eric all he needs to know about why Y/N is taut with nerves. Jeanine Matthews had approached Max, Eric, and some of the other Dauntless leaders with the idea of making a better city, one where the useless Abnegation weren’t wasting food and money on people who would never pay them back. Looks like Y/N’s been working on the same thing.

This is where Eric steps back and cuts her some slack, but it isn't. Instead, he squares his shoulders and readies himself for another blow. “That may be true, but work isn’t the only thing in your life. I barely feel like I have a girlfriend anymore. I see you for minutes at a time, and then you’re gone for another day. I mean, when was the last time you even looked at me for longer than a second?”

Y/N’s gaze turns stony. “Don’t act like this is my fault. As you might recall, you’ve been getting in minutes before me. I try to talk to you during the day, but your trainees are so important that you can’t spare me a single word. Hell, you won’t even glance at me when you’re with them. You’re not as blameless as you’d like to seem, trust me.”

Eric groans, even though he knows she’s right. “Oh, and I’m a monster because of that, right? Maybe if you stopped trying to visit me during the hours when I’m working, you’d be able to finish up the day faster and we wouldn’t have this problem.”

Y/N scoffs. “Yeah, because it’s totally that easy. If I cut out the thirty seconds in which I try to see you, I’ll be able to avoid working three hours overtime.”

Eric’s expression hardens. “If you’re going to be that smart with me, you might as well go back to your plans.”

“What are you saying?” Y/N asks, her voice cold yet cautious. All of her efforts to mitigate this fight just make Eric even more angry. Just once, he wants to have his time to shout and storm, and she’s trying to make peace. Once again, it’s Y/N doing everything right and Eric on the outside, the killer everybody wants to pretend they’re not going to become.

“You heard me,” Eric says, forcing himself to keep his voice even, “You have your priorities and they’re not us right now. Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, how about you leave me be? It would certainly do me good to stop having to worry about how you’re always skipping out. Just get your stuff and go. It’s not like it would be any different from normal, anyway. You’re always gone. Just go.”

Y/N draws back as if he’s slapped her. “If that’s what you want,” she whispers, “then fine. Goodnight, Eric.”

The door closes behind her, and Eric starts swearing the second he hears her footsteps disappear down the hall, no longer bearing the effort of trying to be quiet. This isn’t what he wanted, but it’ll be best for them, won’t it? They need a break. This is their breather in between rounds, and maybe when Eric ducks his head back into the ring, he’ll actually be able to put an end to all of the fighting.

If it’s an end Eric wants, though, he’s not sure that he’s going to get close to Y/N long enough to have it. They already saw scant glimpses of each other during the day, and now that Y/N’s stopped living in his apartment, it’s like she’s ceased to exist. After two days, Eric caves and tries to find her, but she never answers the door and the key to her rooms has suddenly disappeared from his apartment, along with a lot of her belongings.

He fucked up, he can admit that freely. Eric is used to swinging first, asking questions never, and it’s finally backfired on him. He can only hope that Y/N will let her guard down for a second, because even that moment will give him enough time to apologize and hope that they can go back to normal.

However, Eric’s pride gets the best of him, just like it always has. The days pass, and not a word is spoken between the two of them. Eric goes about his days bitter and scorned, lashing out at the initiates for the smallest of mistakes. At some point, even Four has to tell him to take a walk after he shouted at some kid until his voice went hoarse for accidentally dropping a knife during target practice.

When the storm comes, Eric sees it as a blessing. It forces all of them inside, the skies rippling with gray and purple and green. Perhaps the rain can wash away all of his anger, his fear, and leave behind only the best of what Y/N saw in him. He’ll find her after this settles, he decides, he’ll stay outside of her door all night if that’s what it takes.

The problem is that he just can’t find her. Eric stops by her workplace, but she’s not there, and her apartment is well and truly empty. The storm is picking up by now, and klaxons are starting to wail, alerting everybody to stay off of the trains and get inside. Eric hears talk that it might even be a hurricane, which is not the best news at a time like this.

The weather has been awful for as long as Eric has been alive, and according to some of the Erudite scholars, it’s about ten times worse than it was for their ancient predecessors. Ever since the catastrophic events that shrunk the nation’s population to their city alone, weather systems have been pretty much out of control. Heat rises quickly, storm cells gain power far faster than they ever have, and foul weather systems can linger over Chicago for weeks instead of mere hours. A hurricane could spell the end of days if it was so inclined.

So, as the minutes pass and Eric still can’t find Y/N, he feels his panic level skyrocket. Eric receives a call from Four to head to a balcony on the training level, and he heads there immediately, certain that something’s happened. He’s not wrong, either. Four stares over the edge of the balcony, knuckles white on the iron railing.

“What’s going on?” Eric asks, trying not to let his paranoia show.

Four shakes his head tersely. “Remember how we were doing field training for some of the higher ranked initiates? Everyone was supposed to go inside when the hurricane warnings started sounding, but I did a head count when you left and I couldn’t find one of the kids.”

Eric stares out over the rolling landscape of the city, but he can’t see anything through the whipping boughs of trees. The wind is picking up speed by the second, and anything that isn’t nailed down is rolling through the streets, driven by gusts of invisible force. Rain starts to pelt the ground, the sound like bullets against metal.

“You’re telling me some trainee is out there in this weather?” He asks.

Four grimaces. “Not just one trainee. Y/N heard that there was a kid out there and she volunteered to go bring him back. I haven’t seen her in half an hour.”

Just like that, Eric is gone. His stomach drops down to ground level, four floors below. “That can’t be true,” he says feebly, but he knows it’s a lie even before the syllables cross his tongue. Of course Y/N would have gone, she has always been the hero, always braver than the rest of them. To her, a hurricane is just another chance for her to prove herself.

Four’s lips flatten. “It is, though. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but–”

He cuts himself off, staring up at the sky, which is now an ugly shade of yellowish green, streaked through with clouds as dark as night. The rain rises to a crescendo, so loud Eric can’t hear Four when the guy starts to shout and has to rely on reading his lips to learn that Four is going inside.

Eric should head in, too, but he can’t, not when Y/N is still out there. He can’t do a thing to save her now, but he can at least stand guard, a silent tribute to the woman he loves. Of course Y/N will come back, she has to. Eric doesn’t think he could survive if she didn’t, not when he left her on such bad terms.

As the minutes spin by, though, the odds get worse and worse. Eric can see lightning fork across the rusting metal sky, and thunder rolls in a constant, deafening boom of sound. He’s never seen a storm this bad, and it’s taking everything in him to just stay here and hold on to the balcony of this protected alcove. Eric can’t imagine how Y/N is staying alive and finding the trainee out there.

Some terrified part of him dares broach the thought that perhaps she isn’t holding on after all. A storm like this could easily kill. Already, the streets are starting to flood, thick beige water swirling across the asphalt. There’s no way Y/N could make it back in these conditions, no matter how much Eric wishes she would.

Then he sees it. A fleeting flash of movement, just visible out of the corner of his eye. Eric leans forward over the edge of the balcony, desperate to see what it was, although he’s forced back against the wall when a bolt of lightning flashes so close to his head that he swears he can feel the heat.

The movement comes again, though, and this time Eric is certain of it:  it’s Y/N, it must be. He calls out to her, directions and encouragement and pleading, even though there’s no chance that she could hear him over the din of the hurricane. She’s leading the lost initiate through the streets, the two of them sticking close to the walls of the buildings they pass and moving in quick dashes from cover to cover.

Heart in his throat, Eric watches them approach. He ducks inside to tell Four to ready the door nearest them, then runs back out to the balcony, as if by watching he’ll act as guardian angel and protect them from certain death. When they’re below him, Eric heads back inside for real, racing down the stairs so he can meet them as they arrive.

The wind is so strong that it’s half pulling Y/N and the initiate back outside, but they manage to get inside long enough for other Dauntless to shove the doors closed behind them, barring the locks as soon as they can. Eric races for Y/N, pulling her into his arms with the silent relief of a man who’s just faced down death itself and walked away with his pulse still racing.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, as much to convince himself as her.

Y/N wraps her arms around him. “I’m alright,” she repeats, “we’re alright.”

Eric presses his lips to her head. “Don’t ever do that again. I was terrified that I was going to lose you. I don’t ever want to be without you again, you hear me? Never again.”

Y/N chuckles softly, breaking away from his embrace just enough that she can look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Eric. About the fight.”

He shakes his head. “No, it was my mistake. I was looking for a reason to fight. It was my fault just as much, I didn’t want to admit it then. I just want you. That’s all I need.”

Y/N smiles and hugs him again. “You have me, Eric. You always have.”

Outside, the hurricane rages on, but for once, Eric feels safe and sound. He has his entire world right here in his arms, and he couldn’t worry about a single other thing.

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Natural | Chapter 4: Bring Me to Life

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📝A/N: Song lyrics incorporated will be in bold and blue. Flashbacks will be italicized. Any lines or scenes used from the books and/or movies will be done in green. I do not own the characters of the Divergent series. The credit for that goes to Veronica Roth for creating the series. As such, anything in green or blue are the intellectual property of their respective owners.

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The kiss took you by surprise but you didn't push him away. instead, you pull him closer to you as you deepen the kiss.

“Eric… We can’t.” This time you gently push him away. “I’m just an initiate… Remember?”

“You’re more than just an initiate. You’re a spy. And a damn good one at that.”

“I am just an initiate. I can’t and won’t skip through the ranks.”

Eric steps back and starts pacing. “We can’t be seen together. And don’t think I’ll take it easier on you in training. As a matter of fact, I’ll make it more difficult.”

“I’d never expect anything different from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You take a step back and increase the distance between you. “You know exactly what I mean Eric. We have a mission to complete and we’re not here to make friends.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You have the chance to start over if anything goes wrong.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, Eric… I’m the one that doesn’t get a promised future. You do. You’re already a faction leader.”

He starts following you in silence as you walk back to your shared sleeping quarters, where a few other initiates are still up.

“I better not find you training past scheduled hours again,”

“Or I’ll hang from the chasm. I know,” you roll your eyes at him. Suddenly, you feel him pulling you by your arm.

“Learn to respect your leaders or you’ll be one of the factionless of you don’t end up dead.”

You yank your arm back. “Have the sleep you deserve…. leader,” you respond, letting the last word drip with anger.

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The next morning starts the last day of training for the physical part of your initiation. It felt like they were trying to weaken everyone for tomorrow’s testing. They had you run, lift weights, and do weapons training.

By the time you are having dinner, you feel as if your limbs are ready to fall off. In all honesty, you don’t want to shower but you do. Once the semi-warm water hits you, you feel the worry of the day leaving you.

No matter what number you land on tomorrow, you tell yourself the next half of initiation will be worse. Not only will others learn of your fears, but you also have to make sure to not let your secret slip into your fear landscapes.

It’s safe to say that you get little to no sleep that day.

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Much to your dismay and aggravation, the faction leaders come wake you all up earlier than normal, as part of the final training.

“We need to see how quick you all are in preparing for the unexpected,” Marcus calls out.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and are quick to change and head upstairs to the training area. There you find a few of the other initiates already waiting.

Once everyone is gathered, Eric stands in the middle of the crowd. “As a reminder from your first day, your ranking serves two purposes,” he says. “The first is that it determines the order in which you will select a job after initiation. There are only a few desirable positions available.” 

You can hear the murmurs of surprise and nervousness of the others. You continue staring ahead, pushing aside the temptation to look at the current rankings.

“The second purpose,” he says, “is that only the top ten initiates are made members.” 

The glances are just as loud as the unspoken questions in the faces of the other initiates. Of course none of this was new to you. Yet, you maintained a stoic glance ahead. 

“There are eleven Dauntless-borns, and nine of you,” Eric continues. “Four initiates will be cut at the end of stage one. The remainder will be cut after the final test.” 

The leaders continue giving more instructions and directions on how the testing will be done and in what order. 

You end up in the middle of the order for each division: hand to hand combat, technology, and weapons. You focus to drown out the noises around you as you stay observing the instructors to learn their combat skills. 

Next thing you know, it’s your turn to fight against Eric. He smirks at you. “Think you can end above the cut off line?” He lunges at you but you’re quick to side step and cause him to stumble.

Instead of replying to him, which you noticed he was using as a distraction, you swipe at his legs then jump on him to pin him down.

He quickly throws you off his back and tries his best to pin you to the ground to get you to tap out but with each attempt, you move so that when he’s sitting back up, you can throw your leg across his chest and wrestle him back to the ground.

You both continue fighting for dominance on the training mat. Eventually, you cause Eric to tap out, much to the cheers of the other initiates. 

After a quick break once everyone has finished the first part, the leaders take you all outside for a five mile run along the city’s center and some ruins. You’re grateful you're able to take a small bottle of water.

As you’re reaching the halfway point of the course, you find that you’re running alone. There’s nobody ahead of you and the rest of the initiates are still behind you. You slow your pace to take a sip of water. 

When you pick up speed again, you feel a sudden sharp pain on your side. Thinking it’s a muscle cramp you continue to push through and keep running. Then you feel another sharp pain. 

At this you decide to massage your side. You feel something wet when you touch it. It’s not until you look down that you see the blood staining your hand.

Another sharp pain hits you. Except now you know it’s not a pain. It’s bullets that have hit you. This last one: dead center in your chest. 

You stumble forward, fighting from close your eyes and refusing to surrender. However, it feels like this is it for you. That you failed at your mission. 

As you lay on the ground, your eyes closed, you can feel life leaving you. Each second that passes, you find yourself weaker and weaker. You want your final thoughts to bring you comfort. You focus on remembering the words of a song you once read:

“Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) Before I come undone (save me) Save me from the nothing I’ve become.”

The last thing you hear before it all fades away is Marcus walking over to you. “We got the spy. She won’t be reporting to anyone anymore.”

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[kyloswarstars]

PINKY PROMISE • masterlist

Divergent AU • Eric Coulter x Reader

It had always been Eric and me. Best friends for lifetime. Absolutely unafraid to be the biggest mess in front of each other. Eric and me. And a stupid childhood pinky promise of ‚If we’re single at 40, we’re gonna marry each other‘.

Part 1 – "First day of senior year"

Part 2 – "Waterfalls and waffles"

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[nickeverdeen]

Hii! It's been a while since i last requested here! I hope school isn't torturing you that much.. Wanted to ask if you could right an Eric Coulter headcanons or imagine having feelings and/or dating a fellow dauntless leader? She's a dautless, so were her parents, so she doesn't feel like she has to prove herself to anyone and is easy going but baddass when fighting?? (Not important, but if you could add her being an expert in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu i would love you forever)

Eric falling for you:

Eric always knew he had a weak spot for you, but he tried not to show it

At first for him it was just a little crush he thought he’d move on from quickly

He was wrong

His crush on you grew and it didn’t take long before Four knew about it

Four was definetly teasing Eric from time to time, but not in the childish way

Eric ended up asking you if you wanna help him with training the new members

He wanted to show off so he asked you to fight with him in front of the new members

Boy didn’t know you were skilled in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu

Normally Eric would feel angry that he lost to anyone, but he didn’t get angry at you at all

After all, he had a big feelings for you

Although after losing a fight against you he feels a little bit embarrassed, but it quickly washes away

Four started teasing him about his protectivness towards you as he always did his best to keep you safe while training

He’s not gonna let you win “War Game” to be honest

You falling for Eric:

You had feelings for Eric for a long time

As a leader of Dauntless you couldn’t really pay much attention to it

You had a lot of things to do as a leader after all

When Eric asked you to join and help him with training you agreed not thinking much of it

Your feelings for him started to grow more and more as you sometimes caught yourself staring at him

When Eric asked you to fight him you flexed a little and pulled out your best Brazilian Jui-Jitsu skills

You could tell that Eric wasn’t angry about losing to you which made you suspect that he may have a soft spot for you

You and Four were close friends and when you caught Eric glaring at Four you’d be confused

But Eric is Eric after all

You noticed that sometimes when someone tried to flirt with you and you were uncomfortable Eric would often do something about it

You noticed that Eric got kinda jealous at Four for being your right hand as you are the leader

The fact that you knew you didn’t have to prove yourself to anyone was something that many people liked about you

You’re not much of a show off or anything like that in general

But when you have to fight… you’re the most badass bitch of all of them

Dating:

Eric can get easily jelaous of others, despise knowing you would never leave him

You two are a very powerful couple

As a leader your day is full of responsibilities so after your day Eric would help you relax

You sleep in his room with him for sure

He doesn’t have a problem with sleeping on the floor if you want him to, but he’d prefer sleeping in a bed with you

Eric would probably just lay you down on his chest while sleeping

You are the only one who can calm Eric down and prevent him from doing something very stupid

If someone would flirt with you he wouldn’t even give the person a second warning before fighting him

His first warning would be very intimidating

Eric isn’t much of a PDA person, but he surely is down for flirting with you in public a little bit

Eric has a very teasing and flirty comments sometimes during the day

You’re a very respected woman not only because you’re the leader, but mainly because of your personality

Eric is very protective of you in your relationship

He knows you can handle yourself, but still

You’re his girlfriend after all

He doesn’t want anything to happen to you

Eric doesn’t like to let other people know that you’re his soft spot

He is absolutely shocked and also smirking when he sees how good you are at Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu

And how badass you look while fighting

You’re really not that agressive or badass looking normally so he wouldn’t think that you can be such a badass

The only time when you go against each other is when you and the new members are playing “War Game”

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Hey, thank you so much for requesting. I haven’t done any requests in a while so yeah it means a lot to me.

I’m truly sorry if this ain’t what you expected and feel free to tell me what I should change

And unfortunately the school is torturing me, but it’ll get better. Thank you for asking in the first place 🫶

I might try to also do an imagine, but I’m not sure what it’d be about tho

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