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[heliads]

Something More

Based on this request: "a jealous four. reader isnt oblivious and sees the way four looks and acts with her but she gets tired of him taking long to shoot his shot so she starts flirting with another dude to make him jealous"

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Something in this room is driving you mad. You can feel the weight of it pinned directly between your shoulder blades like a knife, following you relentlessly no matter where you go. You can pace back and forth across the training room, you can traverse the whole of the Dauntless complex, but you still know it’s there, he’s there. Watching. Waiting. 

Four. 

It is not an aggressive stare, this, it does not make you afraid, far from it. Four is not a threat to you, nor, you think, he will ever be. He is simply looking, simply observing, but for some reason that act has the power to completely throw you off kilter. 

Maybe it’s because he is only ever looking at you like this. Yes, that must be it. Four is an instructor, he has the responsibility to watch everyone here to keep them from harming themselves or others, but something is different when he’s around you. Instead of passively observing, he’s well and truly looking at you, like he likes what he sees and wants to see more, too. 

You try to put it out of your mind. Four is not your concern here, or not so anything more than the fact that he’s one of your initiation instructors and you’re trying not to get dropped before you enter the faction properly. It’s not Four’s fault if you get distracted by his attention. It’s not Four’s fault if it only ever leaves you wanting something more. 

As time goes on, though, and that something more never comes, you start to chafe against the constant pressure of his attention even more than before. He treats you differently than the other initiates, but only slightly, only ever enough to make you dream of the possibility of something changing down the line. He’ll never give you more than the time of day, but from the way he won’t ever stop his constant affiliation with you, you can’t escape the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wants that something more just as much as you do. 

The end of Phase One of Dauntless initiation draws ever closer, and Four fails to act on anything he may or may not be feeling. You could be wrong, of course, he could mean nothing by his ever present attention, but you’re not willing to take the risk of letting a small something fade away and be forgotten once initiation is over. 

If Four will not do something, well, then, the burden of acting on these impulses falls to you. Tricking an initiation leader into revealing his hand won’t be the easiest task in the world, but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. Four should know that, seeing as he’s so inclined to marking your every action. He should know that you would provoke him like this, and he should have seen it coming from quite far off indeed. 

You need one more person in your scheme to get under Four’s skin. You find your target with ease— Thomas, a dark haired boy also in your initiation class,  close enough to your rank that you won’t have to worry about keeping him close but just enough below that you’ll be able to drop him without needing to fear retaliation. Thomas is fast, smart, strong, all the things that would perhaps give someone like Four cause for concern. In short, he is perfect, and so the plan is laid. 

Next morning, you ask Thomas if he wants to spar together the next morning, just to practice. He nods readily; you’re one of the best people here, it’s why you thought Four started paying attention to you in the first place, up until the point when he stayed there in your corner even when you made mistakes. The two of you head to a fighting ring near the side of the training hall, and if you specifically chose the one right in Four’s line of vision, well, no one needs to notice that but the two of you.

You jump up and down, trying to get some blood back into your muscles. Across the ring, Thomas does the same. He grins at you, evidently proud that you’ve chosen him of all the other eligible fighters. “Hope you aren’t looking for a victory, Y/N, because I’m going to kick your ass.”

He’s grinning, though, so you smile back. “You wish. When we’re done, you’ll have more broken bones than everyone in the med wing combined.”

“Promise?” Thomas asks, laughing, and lunges for you. You roll just in time, hitting the ground right before him. 

Usually, this is the part where you get right back up again, ready to take him down for good. However, your primary motive for this little endeavor isn’t necessarily to win, just to get someone’s eyes on you. So, you stay down, grappling with Thomas so he has no choice but to pin you, up until the point where you escape out from under him and do the same.

Thomas raises a brow suggestively. “You know, I may have lost that round, but I’m kind of happy anyway.”

You grin. “Does that mean you’re fine with losing again? I’m sure my ranking and I won’t have any problems with that.”

Thomas opens his mouth to retort, but he’s cut off by the sound of an irritable shout. It’s Four, arms folded so tightly across his chest that he looks a few seconds away from breaking a rib. “Focus, initiates! You’re not here to talk.”

When you glance over at him, you can’t help but smirk at how furious he looks. Everything is going according to plan, then, he’s jealous, just as expected. He may be in charge of everyone here today, but damn if you can’t play him like any other. Looks like all that talk about so few fears and so much bravery doesn’t stand in the face of plain old envy.

In a great show of reluctance, you get off of Thomas, extending your hand to help him up. He takes it, knuckles lingering over yours for a few moments longer than necessary. You can just make out Four’s silhouette over Thomas’ shoulder, how every fiber in his body seems to radiate with barely controlled anger.

You can only push a ruse so far before it becomes too obvious, though, so you drop Thomas’ hand and get back into a fighting position. This time, you try a little harder to win, exchanging punches and kicks for a good period of time before ‘accidentally’ dropping your guard and letting Thomas tackle you around the middle. He’s obviously in the mood to play around too, and takes his time spinning you in the air before placing you carefully on the ground.

“You better watch yourself,” he says, breath uneven from the exertion of the fight, “I think I’m catching up to you.”

You look up at him, eyes half-lidded. Thomas’ dark hair falls around his face, given the impression of a halo by the light right behind his head. All of a sudden, though, he’s ripped away, and the blinding light falls onto your face to reveal a newcomer. You didn’t hear Four climb up onto the platform of the fighting ring, nor did you detect him coming so close until he pushed Thomas away from you.

Four’s face is a dark slate, devoid of any emotion except a sharp, cold fury. His voice is clipped when he speaks, and when he tells you to meet him outside, now, Thomas actually jumps out of his way. Thomas flashes you an apologetic look as you go, but you can’t find it within you to return it. After all, this isn’t a punishment, not for you. 

In fact, this is exactly what you wanted. A scene, a public show, some sign that Four would be willing to transgress his perfect picture of leadership to make his feelings known to you. You may have forced his hand more than a little, sure, but all’s well that ends well.

The door slams shut behind you, abandoning both you and Four to the dark emptiness of the hall outside the training room. All the other initiates are somewhere inside that cavernous chamber, running laps or practicing their form, and the other Dauntless are at their jobs. No one would see the two of you, then. No one would see what transpired here at all save you and him and the beating tension between the two of you.

Four’s face doesn’t lose its chill even when Thomas is out of sight. “Do you want to tell me what that was?”

You shrug as casually as you can. “I was sparring with a friend. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“Oh, really?” Four asks, “A friend? That’s what you call whatever that little display was?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell him. It’s far more fun to play the innocence card as long as you can, it certainly doesn’t help Four’s temper.

Four scoffs. “Of course you do. You think I didn’t see how often you were looking at me? That whole time you were with him, purposefully going easy so he could keep his hands on you. You think I wanted to see that?”

“I don’t know,” you repeat, “You haven’t given me any reason to think otherwise. All you do is stand there and watch. Maybe one of us had to do something.”

“So that’s what this was?” Four asks, brows raised, “You wanted to do something? I’ll show you something.”

You’re expecting the kiss, you have been all morning, but that doesn’t stop the breath from leaving your lungs in one rapid rush when it finally happens. His hand is on the back of your neck, keeping you there, with him, in that moment. It feels like drowning, but the thought of living after this is such an inconceivable notion that you’d rather just let the waters claim you whole.

He breaks away eventually, unfortunately, and even in the shadows of the corridor with his face only bare millimeters away from yours you can still tell that he’s proud of himself, corners of his lips twisted up in victory. “Was it worth it?” He asks slowly.

You let out a half-laugh, a needy breath taking over the rest. “It was,” you decide.

“Good,” he tells you, and kisses you again, just so you can be sure. Perhaps jealousy has its merits after all.

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[skiiyoomin]

i beg you to write some tobias eaton jealousy smut where he gets all possesive and shit

possesive tobias makes me feralll

also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

warnings: smut, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

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Need | Tobias Eaton

You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.

However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.

Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.

You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.

At one point, he unwrapped his arm from your waist and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, what he saw had him clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists. A random guy was towering over you, leaning a bit too close for comfort, your face clearly showed discomfort, which had Tobias immediately coming to your side.

"Are you ok darling? Is he bothering you?" He glared at the man as he asked the question, his gaze softening when he glanced back down at you. You meekly nodded, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with your lover.

"Oh come one babygirl don't play hard to get, we were having fun" The man reeked of alcohol making his nose twitch in disgust. His grip on your waist tightened. "She's clearly taken, so I would back off if I were you"

The man merely glanced at him before he drifted his attention back to you, continuing his advances. Tobias stepped in front of you, pushing a finger into the mans chest. "I said back off" He seethed.

Before he could answer, Tobias grabbed your hand and walked towards the door with a fast pace, leaving you no choice but to follow. Once you were walking down the empty hallways of the compound, you reached up to place your hand on his tense shoulders. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"..Tobias?"

You were answered with silence, and while you questioned the unusual behaviour, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to cause further tension.

Before you knew it, you were at the door of your shared apartment. As soon as the door closed, Tobias had you pressed up against the wall, his lips kissing yours in fervour. You were absolutely breathless, your mind going blank at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

He seperated from your lips, though only a mere centimeters. He gazed deep into your eyes, his own half lidded ones holding a dark lustful gaze. "You're mine" He growled. His low tone sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat.

He picked you up with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he manuvered with ease through the house and to your bed. Gently he plopped you down and crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you under him. His lips were back on yours, the tension rising as his hands roam your curves. Your shirt rode up with the movements and in one swift movement it was off, leaving you in your bra. His lips began to move down, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw and neck. You let out a breathy moan when he kisses the crevice of your neck. When he pulled back, he admired the series of hickeys decorating your neck.

With expertise, he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the side. Similarly to your neck, he began to spread hickeys wherever he could. Your back arched when his warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, the other teased between his thumbs. "Mmm Tobias" You breathed out, your hands on the back of his head, messing up his brown locks. He continued giving his attetion to your chest, switching between one nipple and the other until you were writhing underneath him.

"Please Tobias, I need it"

You whined, but he only seemed to want to tease you.

"Need what baby? Use your words"

"Fuck please, i- i need your cock"

That's all he needed to hear for him to remove the rest of your clothes as well as his own onto the pile on the floor. He placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs until you were wide open for him. The sight of your wet cunt made his dick twitch, a groan errupting from his throat at the sight. "Fuck baby you're already so wet for me, can't wait for this cock to fill you up hm?"

You nodded frantically, wanting to be filled up to the brim. You grinded your hips, needing to feel friction on your throbbing pussy. He leaned forward, pressing your legs to your chest as he lined up with your needy hole. Without any warning, he slammed into you, causing a loud moan to rip from you.

"I'm gonna show everyone who you belong to, who fucks you so hard you can't walk properly like a needy little slut"

You whined at the filthy words, but before you could even react, he was already slamming his hips into your ass, the dirty sounds of squelching filling the room.

He lifted your hips a little bit, allowing him to reach places you didn't know existed. Your head fell back onto the mattress, your jaw hung open while the most pornographic mewls left your mouth. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, your nails scratching his back adding to the feeling of pleasure.

Soon enough your back arched, your moans rising in pitch and your words turned into gibberish as you felt your orgasm reach its peak. Tobias quickened his pace, feeling his own release coming close.

"o-ooh my god f-fuck i'm gonna cum"

"cum for me baby"

With a couple more thrusts you were cumming all over his cock, your body jerked uncontrollably. Not long after he released his seed inside you, using your overstimulated hole to chase his high.

When you finally caught your breath, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "That was good"

He pressed kisses all over your face before looking at you with a smirk "Don't think I'm done with you"

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[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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Jealous Heart - Tobias Eaton x reader

You had always been fascinated with Tobias Eaton, ever since you first met him at Dauntless initiation. His strong, silent presence had always drawn you in, and you couldn't help but admire his bravery and determination.

As the two of you spent more time together, you began to realize that your feelings for him were more than just admiration. You had fallen in love with Tobias Eaton, but you didn't know how to tell him. You were afraid that he might not feel the same way, or worse, that he might think it was too soon.

One day, you were training with Tobias when Tris walked by. You had always been friendly with Tris, and you could see why Tobias was attracted to her. She was strong and beautiful, just like him.

But Tobias seemed to be paying more attention to Tris than he was to you, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Did he really like her more than you?

As the day continued, you noticed that Tobias seemed distant and distracted. He wasn't paying attention to your training like he normally did, and you could tell that something was bothering him.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You pulled Tobias aside and asked him what was wrong.

"It's nothing," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

"That's not true," you said softly. "Please, if something is bothering you, I want to know."

Tobias hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "I saw you with Tris earlier, and I thought… I don't know… I thought maybe you had feelings for her."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Tobias actually thought that you were in love with Tris?

"No," you said firmly. "I don't have feelings for Tris. I'm in love with you, Tobias."

Tobias looked at you in surprise, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But then he leaned in and kissed you, and all of your doubts and fears were washed away.

"I love you too," he whispered against your lips. "I was just afraid to say it."

The two of you stayed there, wrapped up in each other's arms, as the world around you faded away. It had taken a bit of jealousy and miscommunication, but you had finally confessed your love for each other, and that was all that mattered.

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[majesty31]

Heyyy, I know you haven't done anything for Divergent yet but I saw it on your list and was wondering if you could do a haters to lovers/Rivels to lovers where the reader joins dauntless to get away from peter but peter ends up joining to because he is in love with reader idk something like that

𝙰 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚂𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑯𝒊𝒊 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕<𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑.𝟕𝒌

You wouldn't say you were used to his 'bullying' you would call it but to him, it 'was all in good fun'. It had been years since you met Peter Hayes and that was the biggest mistake of your life. Since you two were kids he would tease and insult you whenever he got the chance and even now you still wanted to rip his head off. 

It was just little things back when you were kids, but since the two of you hit 12 he would go above and beyond. Christina and Al thought you'd be used to him by now but you weren't. You'd still be surprised at some of the words he threw your way but you'd say you got better at handling him and matching his energy. 

Ever since you met Peter you wanted nothing more than to get away from him, but it seemed impossible when he would always come seek you out or you two just happened to bump into each other. 

So when your brother joined dauntless a couple of years ago you got the idea of joining as well, and just to confirm you had asked Peter what he thought of the faction and you remember him saying something along the line of 'they're crazy,' 

So when your brother joined dauntless a couple of years ago you got the idea of joining as well, and just to confirm you had asked Peter what he thought of the faction and you remember him saying something along the line of 'they're crazy,' 

So when your brother joined dauntless a couple of years ago you got the idea of joining as well, and just to confirm you had asked Peter what he thought of the faction and you remember him saying something along the line of 'they're crazy,' 

You didn't know if you'd be strong enough or crazy enough to join dauntless but that was what this test was for, and you were praying to God that this test would show dauntless. 

"Hey. So, all the food that we're not getting, you guys are giving away to the Factionless," You heard Peter say from beside you. You had seen him make his way towards the Abnegation line and this behavior wasn't a surprise to you. 

The group of boys Peter was interrogating, nodded looking nervous and a little scared. "Yeah," One of the boys spoke, his eyes finding yours but only shifted when he saw that you were also Candor. 

"You're a liar. Why are you lying to me? Everybody knows you keep it for yourselves. So why don't you just admit it? Huh?" He shoved a little closer making the boys back up. They kept their mouths shut and looked down. "I'm talking to you. Are all you stiffs deaf or somethin'?" 

Having enough of him, you moved forward, grabbed Peter by the back of his jacket, and pulled him towards you and away from the group of boys. 

"Hey!" He shouted, pulling away from you. "What the hell!" 

"Stop messing with them they're nice people. Just because your fat ass is hungry all the time doesn't mean you can go around and blame people for keeping the food for themselves," You state making Peter raise his eyebrows before scoffing. 

"If they're so nice why don't you go and join the faction? You look like a stiff anyways," 

"Oh, and you look much better? If anything you're gonna stay with Candor and spend the rest of your life making people hate you," 

"Ouch. Good insult Y/N, if that's what it suppose to be in the first place," You rolled your eyes, shoving away the urge the punch him in the face, and focused on the line in front of you. "I don't care if people hate me for telling the truth, plus who says I can't do that in a different faction," 

"You belong in Candor Peter, it's written all over your personality which reeks from here," He turned to you, putting his hands in his pockets. 

"Oh, so you can smell personalities now? And at least I belong somewhere, you wanna know where you belong?" He put his hands on your shoulders and spun you around, pointing towards a factionless who was limping across the street, a bag in hand. "Say hi to your new boyfriend oh and family," 

"Leave her alone Peter. Asshole," Christina who was in front of you said, glaring at Peter. You shoved away from him, biting your tongue and letting the insult fade away. It wasn't worth it. 

"No need to get your panties in a twist, Christina. If anything you'll be right next to her fighting for the best piece of garbage-" Unlike you, Christina couldn't take criticism that well, along with Peters's personality. Or she just hated him. Either way, this brought her to lunge at him leading Al to step in and stop her from doing anything. 

He pulled her away and moved further up the line. "I'm fine, he's just an ass," You heard her say as Al let her go. Peter looked at them then at you, looking clueless. 

"Was it something I said?" He asked, making you roll your eyes before following Al and Christina further up the line. 

~~~

You sat in your chair, fidgeting with your fingers. Your mind kept going back to yesterday, the day you took the test that told you what faction to pick. You had gotten in after many insults from Peter, some of them saying he wouldn't be surprised if the test showed you being a stiff. 

You were nervous that day, but it didn't compare to what you feeling today. No matter what the test showed you still got to pick what faction you wanted to be in. And the choice you were going to pick and also what the test said would break your mother's heart. 

She wanted nothing more than for you to pick Candor, it was already really hard for her with one of her children gone and for you to leave would leave her bedridden. But she needed to understand that you just wouldn't ever be happy in Candor and you needed to get away from Peter. 

You were pulled from your thoughts when your eyes met dark green ones, his eyebrows lifted, a smirk playing on his lips along with challenge in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, giving you a look that made your stomach flip. But you shoved that feeling away and glared at him, only leading him to laugh quietly. 

"Y/N L/N!" Your nerves tightened at the sound of your name being called out. You blew out a small breath, slowly standing up and shifting your eyes towards your parents. Your mother gave you a smile, as if knowing what faction you would choose, but your father gave you a sad smile as if knowing you would follow in the footsteps of your brother.

You slowly made your way towards the front, towards the platform. Eyes shifting to Peter who was watching your every move, as if trying to figure out what you would pick before you had the chance. 

You made your way up the small set of stairs and onto the platform. You looked at the different bowls, and soon took the knife that was on a table. You held it to your palm, your eyes sifting between Candor and Dauntless. 

You let out a breath and slit your hand, pain shooting up your arm but you forced it down, not letting a gasp leave your lips. You slowly moved it towards Candor, thinking of your mother as the blood slid down your hand but before it had the chance to drop you moved it towards Dauntless. 

The blood dropped into the bowl, making a sizzling sound. "Dauntless!" The man shouted. You closed your eyes as you heard a cry knowing it was your mother, but it all got drowned out by the cheering of the Dauntless group. 

You turned, finding your mother in the arms of your father, her head was barred in his chest as she shook, cries escaping her lips. Your father padded her shoulders, trying to soothe her. His eyes found yours and nodded, a small smile on his face. 

You made your way down the small set of stairs, feeling eyes on you, you turned your head, seeing Peter staring at you, he wasn't shocked tho. You didn't even know what you saw, but the way his eyes held yours made it almost impossible to look away. Your breath shook, the same nerves finding their way back to you. 

"Welcome to Dauntless," A girl said giving you her seat. You thanked her and took your place, feeling pats and welcomes from all around you. Everyone got quiet when you heard the all too familiar name being called out. 

"Peter Hayes!" Everyone's eyes found Peter as he stood up, his eyes finding yours for a brief moment before he made his way to the platform. He grabbed the knife and made no hesitation as he cut his hand and placed it over Dauntless. 

Your eyes widened, breathing stopping altogether as you sat up in your seat, hoping to God that you saw wrong. But when the man shouted Dauntless you let out a breath, anger filling your blood when his eyes found yours, a smirk on his face. 

The whole reason why you joined was to get away from him and now you had to spend the rest of your life with him? It was absurd and you hated it along with him more than ever. 

You were fuming when he took his seat behind you. You felt breathing on your neck and turned to see Peter's face mere inches from your own, all of your anger slipped away and into the air that was slowly getting a little too hard to breath in. Peter caught your gaze, a smirk plastered on his face, 

"Looks like getting away from me won't be that easy," He whispered, his eyes glancing at your lips before he pulled away. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, looking back to the front. He knew all along, that's why he wasn't surprised, it just confirmed what he was thinking. 

Damn him. 

~~~

Your hair blew out of your face as you raced after the train, Christina right at your heel along with Al in front of you. You were surprised when Christina and Al joined dauntless but happy that you had two of your closest friends with you. This way you won't go insane with Peter always around. 

Your breathing started getting heavier and heavier the more you ran. Your eyes caught the sight of Peter as he climbed onto the train and pulled his body on. He soon peaked his head out, his eyes finding yours before pointing a ways in front of you, a smirk on his face. 

Knitting your brows together you tried your best to look in front of you but you didn't see anything. You pushed it away, thinking it was probably just to distract you. 

Clenching your jaw you forced yourself to run faster before you pushed away all fears and grabbed the handle that was on the train and hoisted yourself up and on. You pushed forwards and fell onto the floor, eyes going towards Christina who was sitting with her back to the train wall, a smile on her lips. 

Your attention was taken to a girl who climbed onto the train, from the looks of if she was a stiff or in other words from Abnegation. You were surprised that she made it but put a smile on your face when she gazed at you, breathing hard. 

"You made it," Christina breathed, making the girl shift her gaze toward her. "I'm Christina," 

"Beatrice," She introduced, her eyes finding yours, waiting for you to say your name. 

"Y/N," You smiled. But that smile was short-lived, your eyes catching a glimpse of Peter who was talking with Al a little ways away from you. You shot up, Christina already looking concerned as you made your way toward him. 

His eyes met yours right as you grabbed his jacket and pinned him against the train wall, he let out a surprised gasp but it quickly turned into a smirk. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" You asked, glaring at him. He only chuckled, his eyes shifting towards your lips as he spoke. 

"Nice to see you too," He didn't try to get out of your grasp, letting you pin him to the wall. His eyes landed on your own, a kind of challenge in them. "Didn't think I would let you leave without me did you?" 

"You should have," You said, pulling away from him, feeling eyes on you. 

"You thought I wouldn't pick Dauntless is that it?" He asked, evening out his jacket, a smirk plastered on his face. "Huh? Is that what you thought?" He moved closer toward you until he was mere inches from your face. He moved a piece of your hair from your shoulder, waiting for your reply. "Hm?"

"Yes, I did. You're a coward and you won't last," He chuckled his eyes finding your lips, before darkening. 

"Let's see who'll last longer. I bet you'll be factionless by the end of the first corder," He paused. "If you even make it that far," His voice was lower and raspy, making your breath hitch and something go off in your stomach. 

"Get ready," A woman said, leading both you and Peter to shift your gazes toward her before he moved away from you. Your eyes widened when you saw people jumping onto the roof of a building. 

"Your kidding," You whispered. 

"What happens if you don't jump," Al asked from beside you. You locked eyes with him before he turned to Peter. 

"What do you think? You'll be factionless. You'll fit right in Y/N," He answered his eyes shifting towards you, a playful grin on his face before he turned to Al. "Good luck Al," He paused, eyes finding your own. "If you stay on, the train will bring you to your people," 

You didn't even have a chance to say anything before he turned away from you, ran, and jumped. A surprised gasp left your lips, seeing as his body hit the roof of the building, only thing was he sat up straight away, turning his body towards the train as if waiting for something, worry covering his face. 

"We have to jump," Al said, shaking his head. You blew out a breath then sucked one in, shaking away everything that would hold you back. 

"Together," You shouted, giving him a smile. He nodded, looking back at the boy who was behind the two of you. "Now," You wasted no time and ran, jumping as far as you possibly could, hoping you would hit the roof and not the ground down below. 

You landed with a thud on the roof, falling on your hands and knees before rolling over onto your back from the impact. You let out a gasp of pain but pushed it down and away. Al and the boy who was behind the two of you landed next to you, both groaning at the impact. 

Your eyes met Al's, a smile making its way onto both of your faces. He got up first, holding his hand out, and helped you up. "We did it," You laughed, wiping your hands on your pants, excitement filling your body. "That was such a rush," He laughed in agreement, shaking his head.

"All right, listen up!" You heard a voice say. You looked towards the rest of the group, seeing a man who must be one of the leaders standing on the edge of the roof. You made your way towards the rest of the group, with Al next to you. 

"I'm Eric. I'm one of your leaders. If you want to enter Dauntless, this is the way in. And if you don't have the guts to jump, then you don't belong in Dauntless," He motioned towards the edge. 

"Is there water at the bottom or something?" The boy who jumped with you and Al asked. 

"I guess you'll find out," He paused, a smirk on his face. "Or not," 

"Someone's gotta go first. Who's it gonna be?" He looked around. Everyone stayed silent, waiting for the other to jump in and say they'll do it. Seeing as no one was stepping up you did. 

"I will!" You shouted, everyone's eyes found you, along with a shocked Christina who shook her head when your eyes met hers. You looked away and slowly made your way towards the front, regret filling your bones as you reached the man with a lot of tattoos and piercings. 

His eyes shifted down your body before motioning towards the edge. You sucked in a breath, carefully getting on the edge, your eyes peering over trying to see what was at the bottom if you didn't hit the roof that was. 

Hearing the words of Peter in the back of your head, all the insults of you being weak and not having the guts to do anything made you turn around, eyes locking with Peter's, a smirk on your face before you fell backward, a surprised laugh leaving your lips at the sensation. 

Your back hit a net, a small gasp leaving your mouth and relief flooding into you, thanking God you didn't die. You bounced up a couple of times before you felt a dip making you shift your gaze toward a man who seemed to be waiting for you. You slid off the net, with the help of the man. 

"Name? You can pick a new one if you want," He said, voice low. You cleared your throat. 

"Y/N," 

"First jumper Y/N!" He shouted to the others who cheered. "Welcome to Dauntless," 

~~~

It had been a little since you joined Dauntless, and one thing you could say for sure is that you regretted joining with everything in you. Not only was Peter saying everything and anything to get you down, but it was also the fact that he was right about everything he said, you would be factionless with the way your name was right below the line. 

You were starting to really panic and the words Peter would always say made it so much worse. You had even started working overtime, in the middle of most nights you were training, but it seemed to just make things worse because of how tired you were. But that didn't stop you. 

That's how you ended up here, repeatedly beating the punching bag in front of you, lending your fits to hurt and small cuts to form. But you pushed through the pain and kept punching and sometimes kicking. 

"You're doing it wrong," You heard an all too familiar voice say, causing you to roll your eyes and dread to form. You ignored him and continued to punch the bag with more force, imagining the bag was his stupid face. "Here," 

You flinched as his hands found your waist. You turned toward him and pushed him away, breathing out heavily as your eyes connected. You didn't know what he was doing but the feeling of his hands on your waist made your stomach twist and you hated that. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"Chill the fuck out Y/N, I'm not trying to grope you I'm just trying to fix your poster," You knitted your brows together, confused as to why he would even care. 

"Why?" 

"Do you want my help or not?" He asked, ignoring your question. As much as you hated him you did need his help. He was first on the list for a reason. You swallowed your pride and nodded your head. "Okay," 

He moved toward you as you turned back to the punching bag. "Punch the bag like you just did," You did as he said punching the bag once, letting Peter's hands move towards your hips. He moved them as his foot kicked your legs further apart. His hands moved toward your arms causing him to move closer, his front coming in contact with your back. 

Your breathing got heavier, and your stomach twisted with nerves, you knew you shouldn't but you just couldn't stop yourself. You looked back at him, your faces inches apart. His eyes connected with your own but soon moved down toward your lips causing his hands to loosen on your arms. 

"Try now," He whispered moving away from you. Your body got cold the second he stepped away, but even with him away from you, it was like you still couldn't breathe. 

You turned your eyes toward the bag, trying to calm your nerves, along with your hands that were shaking slightly, and punched it. It already felt different and the bag went further, you felt stronger. 

"I did it!" You smiled, letting the happiness overtake lending you to jump up and down. You felt relief and finally, you could breathe. You stopped short when you remembered who was in the room, turning around to see Peter with a small smile. "Why did you help me?" 

"Because even tho I hate your guts." He paused, eyes finding yours, a real smile coming on his face. Something you've never seen on him, causing you to melt at the sight. He really needed to smile more. "I still don't want to see a girl so beautiful dig through the trash for food," 

Before you could even react he moved toward you, one hand on your waist, the other on the back of your head, and his lips connecting with your own. You were too shocked to even kiss him back. You didn't think you'd ever see the day when Peter Hays would kiss you, but here you two were. You had dreamed about this moment and still, you weren't kissing him back. 

As he was about to pull away you put your hands in his hair and kissed him back with everything in you. It was like your lips were made for each other, moving together like puzzle pieces. His hands gripped your waist tighter and pulled you closer. 

You two pulled away from each other after your throat begged for oxygen, causing you to breathe heavily, still in a daze and in shock. You were still in his arms and inches apart, you did not plan on moving anytime soon. 

His head moved to yours, signing as your foreheads connected. You smiled, thinking back to the words he said. "So you think I'm beautiful huh?" 

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[reverie-verse]

Love Triangle Or Not? (Four)- Pt 1

Here are the other parts

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Anon Request Prompt: Y/N is a trainer (very well known for her badassness) She just came back from a mission; she gets a little jelly that Tris and Four had gotten closer. There’s some feelings but on who’s end? Four asks Y/N to help Tris. Being the amazing person she is, she agrees to help, but in the process she gets hurt. After the mission ends she returns home only to have an argument with Four. Leads to late night confessions  

I’m also making Y/N a Divergent but in secret. 

A couple things, this is ridiculously long, I put it in parts and I am releasing them all at the same time because it makes sense okay. Cooooooollll I hope you enjoy. 

Established something between Tris and Four. 

My Requests Are Open!!

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It was less than a few days till the second stage test. You had been tasked to take on the dauntless recruits. You were ordered to train them and prepare them for the mental test. This was not your job, this was not what you were assigned but considering all circumstances this was punishment. You were the best and brightest soldier of Dauntless. You were ranked with Four and Eric, Eric in leadership but Four as a trainer. He denied his leadership role. You didn’t blame him,it wasn’t a responsibility you’d want either. However you were tasked as the infiltrator. You were sent out on missions to spy and gather intel when need be. You took care of business as you should. 

That was the problem: your mind worked in ways that were not acceptable in society’s eyes. So you conformed and adapted the best way you could. You built a wall around yourself for protection. There were times you would slip and cover up the traces but this time it went unnoticed. Hence why you were walking to the training room. You were instructed to join Four’s group. You were thankful not to be with Eric. He irritated you to the core but Four, you had known him for a while. Ever since he had first transferred to Dauntless. Yes you were born Dauntless but that didn’t stop you from connecting and helping out with the newbies. 

Here you were dressed in your black leggings pockets on either side of you. A holster rested on your hip and opposite thigh. Your gun rested in your hip holster. Your thigh held your knife. You had zipped your cropped fitted active jacket half way, showing just a tiny glimpse of your black sports bra. Your hands tucked into fingerless gloves, your hair braided into two French braids. Your combat boots echoed off the walls in the chasm before entering the training room. Sparring could be heard Eric standing off to the side with Four talking to each initiative. Four stops at one particular student conversing with her as she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Eric’s eyes drifted toward you with a smirk on his face. You fought the urge to rip that smirk off his face. You internally groaned. Eric dismissed his student watching you with intense eyes. Four stands with his student watching the two of you  interact, thus causing the rest of the recruits to stop their task.

Eric smiles “ Well if it isn’t our best and brightest Dauntless Assassin.” his irritation and jealousy seeps through his words. You catch onto his words and by the look of Fours face so does he. Everyone in the room looks at you with curious eyes. 

You smile as if you mean it. “ Surprise. I will be joining you for the second stage”. You walk closer coming to a stop. Eric continues his journey towards you to the point he stops in front of you.

“ Oh is that so?” He asked with his arms crossed. 

“ Yeah it is.” At this point you and Eric had a stare down his height allowing him to tower over you. The tension was high and neither one of you was willing to break it. 

“ Everyone mind your business, get back to sparring!!” Four yells at the group walking toward the two of you.The students resumed their task while attempting to silently listen in on the conversation. There was bound to be gossip later on. Four sighed his concern hidden but noted by himself. If the both of you had it your way you both would be doing a little sparring of your own. 

“What’d you do this time? Hm? Follow the wrong orders? Why don’t we ask the leaders.” Eric says to you. The conversation managed to stay between the both of you making it difficult for others to listen in. Good this wasn’t their business.

“ Fuck off Eric.” You growled 

“ You’re in my territory now.”

“ You forget everywhere is my territory.” You challenged Eric.

Four hopped in before Eric could say another word “Both of you need to cool it. We’ve got initiatives to work with. Let's divide the group and run the tests”

Eric rolled his eyes calling out for his group “ Always the savior-My group head to the testing rooms.” He yelled as he walked toward the testing room his group not far behind. Four turned to you, you looked away from Eric and looked at four. Your heart skipped a beat. He caught you off guard with his staring. He always did. His eyes trained in you as he took in your state. Searching behind your eyes with his very brown ones. They peered through the depths of your soul. You held your breath. 

“ You okay?” He asked you, noticing that you have yet to say anything.

 You shook your head and cleared your throat “I didn't need your help”

“ If I didn’t step in, the two of you would’ve fought right there.”

“He deserves to get his ass beat” 

“Yeah well when we are done with these recruits you can take him out back. I’ll pretend I didn’t see a damn thing” Four joked. Yeah he made a joke, on the outside Four is very guarded and stoic but with you he always found a way to be himself.

 You rolled your eyes,  “ Let's head out. Time to do some testing”

Four shook his head as the two of you walked with his group to the testing rooms. As you walked you were silent. This threw Four off. You were never quiet. Not true, only when you were in a room full of strangers. When it came to your friends and Four you were talkative. He became worried, by now you would’ve had a reason to say something and you didn’t. Your arrival here and the reason for it hung in the air. Four and you were both aware of it, he was bound to question you. You sighed and you knew Four wasn’t going to let it go. He stops you at the end of the hallway.

“ You wanna tell me what’s going on?” He asked, crossing his arms blocking your path. 

“ Four. You’re blocking my path”

“ Am I? Or are you avoiding talking about what’s going on? That’s twice now you ended up back here. What happened on your last mission?” At this point he was demanding answers. He wanted details he wasn't about to let one of the people he cares about get hurt. You held a special place in Fours mind and heart. To watch you fall was not a past time he wanted to experience. You were the one person he didn’t have to hide from. He shared everything with you and he only wanted you to do the same. He hated it when you closed yourself off especially when you too have shared so much with him. He knew it was one of your ways to keep him safe. He wanted nothing more than to be by your side so that he could protect you. Ugh it was such a big cycle that kept moving the same direction. 

“ I’m-you-know-ugh fine okay. I messed up and I shouldn’t have. I made a decision against the better judgment of the leaders” 

Four turned his head to the side looking at you knowing that this was about to be something more than what you are making it out to be. “ Y/N” 

Reaching into the side pocket of your leggings you pulled out a small vile. “I took this from the lab at Erudite. I knew something was wrong and I took the serum. No, they didn’t catch me taking it.” 

“ What happened?” He questioned. 

“I had been told my mission was to successfully transport items from Erudite to Dauntless, and to keep an eye on Abnegation. Something about an uprising. One thing led to another and I ended up doing the opposite. I found myself at the lab. Erudite is planning to take down Abnegation and along with it Divergents.” 

“ Y/n” Four pinched the bridge of his nose,” What does the serum do?” He huffed. 

“ I don’t know. I wasn’t able to retrieve much information before having to blow my own cover.” You sighed in frustration. That was the one thing you wished you had seen before taking the vile. 

“ What did you do?” Four uncrossed his arms looking down the hallway making sure no one was around. 

“ I punched Jeanin in the face.“

“ What?” Four’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he looked back towards you. 

“ Well how else was I supposed to get back to you to tell you all the tea?” You shrugged with a smile. You enjoyed it to be honest. You hated Jeanin with every fiber of your being and that was satisfactory. Four couldn’t help but return the smile. It was contagious. How could it not be? The tattoo on Fours back is a form of you. You're honest, kind, smart, brave and selfless. You were a walking embodiment of each faction. That was a dangerous thing to be. But to Four no, never, you were everything he wished he could be. Before the conversation could continue further the blonde haired girl from before peeked her head around the corner. His attention immediately shifted as his expression changed from a serious one to a soft, kind expression. Who the hell is that?

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[shesthejukeboxhero]

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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[kaiyaamin]

Hi, can I have a request where cold! Reader with Eric Coulter. Where Eric fell for Reader, but she is cold to everyone and keeps them at arm distance, including him.

Until readers' childhood friend come to visit, and she shows another childish/playful side of herself to him.

Eric sees and get jealous

Fluffy ending pls.

Thank You!!

LOVE YOU LIKE I DO

Y/N was known as the ice queen because of her attitude and her physical and mental strength. Y/N was first overall in her class, excelling in fighting, and was outstanding in her knives and gun performance. She also only had 5 fears coming in second with the least amount of fear.

Y/N only liked a handful of people and even then sometimes she didn't like them. She was originally from Candor so sometimes she could be really blunt on those who annoy her.

Y/N sat in the Dauntless cafeteria eating peacefully alone, which she liked for being an introvert. Hey Y/N said Uriah in his usual happy tone, Yes Uriah, what do you need? I was just wondering if I could have your chocolate cake, Uriah said begging with hands clasped together. She couldn't say no and offered him half the cake, she knew people called her Ice Queen because of her cold attitude but that doesn't mean she was heartless.

After Uriah left she decided to leave the mess hall and get some training done. She left not noticing a certain blue-eye leader watching her.

She punched the bag as hard as possible she knew her hands were probably bruised but she didn't care. Sweat highlighted her face and her back where her cropped clothes were. Eric watched how precise she hit the bag, her hair sticking to her forehead because of the sweat and her leggings hugging and showing off all her curves.

He decided to make his presence known instead of watching her like a stalker. Hey, he said in his deep cold tone, mentally slapping himself with what he said. What? Y/N questioned why Eric was there. I need a sparing partner and lucky for you, I choose you. But seeing her reaction she didn't seem thrilled and asked why couldn't I train with four? What your kidding right I rather stick a catus in my ass than be in the same room as him.

reluctantly she said yes because she knew Eric fought hard and would help her be better. They fought long and hard neither one of them wanting to back down for their reputation and dignity were on the line. Y/N decided to hit him in the dick hoping he would back down but he didn't. They continued for so long that they lost track of time, and they both decided to call it a day seeing it was already 4 in the afternoon. This wasn't the end, Y/N was determined to win against the fierce leader. They decided to go their separate ways saying goodnight to each other both sour they didn't win.

TIME SKIP

Y/N woke up early in the morning like every day doing the same routine. wake up, take a shower, put on some clothes, eat some breakfast, and go to the gym for her morning workout. But today was different considering she saw a person wearing white and black clothes, she knew this person had to be from Candor. Who the person was shocked her, Alex is that you? Y/N said but didn't wait for his response and hugged him really tight. Everyone and their mama was shocked to see the cold and introverted girl hugging someone and smiling for the first time. This scene baffled Eric, this girl whom he had never seen smile, smiling at some guy. Fine, he would admit it he was definitely jealous of the guy.

Eric walks down the stairs into the pit able to see Y/N and that guy more clearly. He went up towards Y/N, his presence was dominating like fire you could get burned. Eric was not here to be nice and knew his dark aura scared the kid. Alex was 5'11 but compared to Eric who was 6'1, was short. Alex introduced himself as Y/N's childhood friend even though Eric couldn't care less who the Hell this guy was. I'm Eric a Dauntless leader here but the first thing Alex said was that he looked too young to be a leader, he wouldn't be saying that if he knew how dangerous he was. Y/N answered seeing how uncomfortable Alex had seemed, and said age doesn't matter here but your strength.

Y/N had left Eric not before saying goodbye and took Alex on a tour through Dauntless. It was lunchtime and Eric was not happy and everyone knew that from the scorn on his face. He walked through the mess hall catching the eye of Y/N laughing at something that Alex guy said. That made his mood even more sour, he sat at the leader's table trying to listen to the conversation. Instead, Max noticed how in thought Eric looked, Eric was like a son to Max. What's wrong Eric? Max knew about the crush Eric had on Y/N. It's Y/N and that guy, Eric said but just mentioning the guy gave him the ick. Max suggested talking to Y/N at the party tonight would help.

Eric had dressed in a black T-shirt and Black pants, showing off his muscles. Eric was standing off to the side not wanting to dance or talk to people, he looked around for Y/N with a beer in his hand occasionally taking sips. He was astonished when he saw Y/N she looked absolutely beautiful in a black corset top and black jeans with black boots, she wore light makeup, and her long hair was curled. But his mood instantly changed when he saw Alex walk in beside her heading to the bar.

I was enjoying the party and felt hot, Alex was next to me ordering us both drinks. Alex had convinced me to go to the party because He didn't want to go alone and had heard how lit Dauntless parties were and he was hoping to get laid tonight. Alex was already drunk and now was making out with a random girl, I felt extremely uncomfortable and looked around trying to occupy myself but instead catching the attention of a certain blue-eyed leader.

I saw him leaving the party and decided to follow him, he had turned down this dark hallway, and it was empty. Suddenly I was pushed to the wall with a hand near my head and another on my waste keeping me steady. I felt someone's breathing on my neck, I looked up and saw Eric, his blue eyes had turned dark, and his chest was pushed up to mine preventing me from leaving not like I wanted to anyway. Where's your boy toy princess? Eric whispered in my ear, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What are you talking about? I whispered nervously, the sexual tension was so thick you could cut with a knife. He looked at me up and down, and I immediately blushed under his gaze. He had a smirk on his face but it went away, he had asked me where's Alex was? I told him the truth he was at the party making out with some girl. He looked at me and said he expected me to be sad, and that was when I realized Eric thought I was dating Alex.

Eric did you think I was dating Alex because I'm not, Eric just pushed harder into the wall giving him and me no space between each other. Instead, I told him I like someone else, who is it? Eric grunted looking into my eyes, Well he is strong, handsome, has this dominating personality, and these beautiful blue eyes- Not a second later Eric was kissing me, It was amazing, I never believed people when they say when you kiss someone you feel sparks. But when Eric kissed me it felt like a wave of energy came, I eagerly kissed him back. Eric put his hands on my waste where I could feel his hands rubbing my hips, it caused me to slightly open my mouth and Eric to kiss me harder. We pulled away and smiled at each other, You don't know how long I was waiting to do that princess. Well maybe you should do it again and that's was exactly what he did.

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[carelesslywriting]

Mercy - Eric Coulter

This is day 3 of 10 for my 10 days of music prompt! There's still some open songs available on my pinned post to choose from if you'd like to request an imagine. Based off of Mercy by Shawn Mendes.

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1395 Trigger Warnings: death Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

"You always do this shit, Y/N! I don't have time to spend with you, you know I work crazy hours and that's not my fault," Eric shouted at you, tightly crossing his arms across his chest as he glared over at you. 

You didn't ask for much from Eric, you know his hours, all you were asking for was some time spent together at the end of the night in some form. It's been what feels like weeks to you where you've only seen glimpses of Eric, and it's been starting to take a toll on you. Why couldn't he understand all you were asking for was 15 minutes of acknowledgment or even just a conversation before he went to bed or started his wind-down routine?

"I'm not asking for a lot, Eric," You retorted, feeling defeated before you even opened your mouth to continue. "This fight is the most interaction I've had with you in weeks! You don't even ask me how my day is. Even though you don't mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart," Your voice got quieter towards the end, and you decided to stop speaking there because you didn't want to break down and cry in front of him. 

"Bullshit," Eric responded, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so fucking insecure and maybe try being understanding. I'm so sick of this shit from you when I get home after a long day."

"Eric I'm opening my heart up to you about how I feel and you call me insecure? Why can't you ever be supportive? Why can't you ever just tell me that how I'm feeling isn't crazy, or that you miss me too and want to spend some sort of time with me when you can? I can't take this anymore, would you please have some mercy on me?" You begged, a tear falling from your eye. 

"Mercy? Seriously?" Eric asked, scoffing. "That's so pathetic. I don't have to comfort you for every little thing, that's not my problem." You wiped the tear that fell from your eye, looking down at the ground and taking in Eric's words. Nothing is ever going to change. You sighed, looking back up into Eric's cold eyes. 

"Fine, then I need you to set me free because this isn't fair to me anymore," You spoke, voice shaking, looking for any type of emotion from Eric. 

He stayed silent, just staring at you. After a minute of silence, you decided to walk out the door before he could even say anything. Your pride is all you've got left, and your heart shattered at the thought that Eric could just never take it easy on you or try to understand you. You felt like nothing but a puppet being pulled by its strings whenever you tried communicating anything that hurt you, and you didn't know if you could take any more. He always manipulated and weaponized your feelings against you. 

You took off running towards the chasm, more tears falling from your eyes as you thought of the past year and the relationship with Eric. You gave so much for so little in return, he didn't even care that you left. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize how slippery the bridge over the chasm was, or that Eric had followed you. 

"Y/N!" Eric yelled out, taking you by surprise. And snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You whipped around, in shock that he followed, but the next thing you felt was losing your balance due to your foot slipping. You cried out, trying to reach out to anything that could keep you from falling. You heard Eric shout out your name again as you just barely gripped onto the edge of the bridge with the fingertips of one of your hands. A final tear left your eye as you realized you weren't going to be able to hang on. You saw Eric's hand reach for yours to try and grab you, but he was a second too late. His face was the last thing you saw as you fell to your death. 

Eric shouted out for you, looking at the hand that almost had your wrist. It all happened so fast. He looked around frantically, not wanting to believe he had just witnessed you fall. The sound of your body as it hit the ground below was going to be a sound forever pierced into his ears. All the air inside his lungs felt like it had disappeared as he started to hyperventilate. He continued to shout out for you, tears falling from his face down to the bottom of the chasm where you laid. One minute you were together, and the next you were gone, just like that. 

"Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," Eric cried out to the void. "Come back, fuck, COME BACK! Please Y/N..." 

A crowd began to gather around as Eric continued to call out for you. He hung over the ledge, arm still out like he would be able to save you from the fate you just suffered. Max and Four quickly followed the sound of the commotion and yanked Eric off the ground the moment they saw him leaning over the edge. Both men had to use all their force to wrestle him away from the edge of the chasm and into a more secluded area, away from all the people who ended up gathering around him. 

"Eric, what the hell happened?" Max asked. 

"Y/N.." Eric trailed off, "She slipped, I couldn't grab her in time."

Four's face instantly dropped. Eric fell back down to the ground, head in his hands as he quietly sobbed. He didn't care how weak he looked, he just lost the one thing he loved. He was always prepared to sacrifice his life for you, and instead of him dying, it was you. The pain he felt swelling up in his chest was unlike any type of physical pain he'd ever felt before. He was internally begging for the same mercy you just begged him for. His cold, hard exterior that he'd maintained for his entire life fell the moment you did. If he hadn't yelled at you, hadn't called you names, if he had just listened to what you had to say, if he had asked you to stay.. all the what if's were now running through his head as he silently begged to be woken up from the nightmare he was in. 

•

Eric jumped out from the seat he was in, breathing heavily as he ripped the wire off his head. He quickly wiped the tears on his face and looked around the room trying to reorientate himself to reality. He got up quickly, pacing the room and trying to ground himself as he kept repeating in his head that it was just his fear landscape and it wasn't real. 

Eric's fear landscape was complicated. When he was originally an initiate, this specific fear was mild. He was never too worried about pushing people away and losing them. However, after he met you, this fear gradually grew and developed into his worst fear. Every time he ran this landscape, it never got easier.  

It's hard to switch the coldness required to do his job off when it comes to you. The love Eric feels for you is complicated because of that. He's petrified of losing you, but he doesn't know how to not be argumentative and defensive when it comes to feelings. While he's been able to manage it for the most part within your relationship now, he's scared that might not be the case in the future. He wants to have that type of mercy for you, he truly doesn't mean to hurt you when he does. That's why he continues to suffer and run this landscape every week until he can figure out how to make it easier and beat it. 

Once Eric felt he had his composure back, he realized he was late for meeting you for a quick lunch. It reminded him of the landscape, how he constantly blew you off and tore you apart that way. With that thought in mind, he quickly hurried out the door to meet you. One small step at a time, Eric was working to be the type of guy he felt you needed.

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[defectivevillain]

rocky waters

pairing: four x reader

reader's pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

warnings: allusions to suicidal ideation, dissociation, panic attack & hyperventilation, typical fear simulation fare

“Initiate.” Four says, inclining his head towards the empty chair in the middle of the rather small room. You move to sit down, your heart racing. You're grateful that you made it to the second stage of initiation... However, this stage came with absolutely no instruction. You have no idea what’s going to happen. You try to get some information from Four, but his expression is blank as always. He reaches out towards you and you almost push his hand away, before you realize that he’s wiping a spot on your neck with a disinfectant wipe. Four then turns and grabs a syringe. You bite your lip and pretend that your heart isn’t absolutely hammering in your chest. 

“Be brave,” Four says with an unreadable expression. “It’s just a simulation.” Is that supposed to make you feel better? If so, it doesn’t quite work. You still feel rather nervous. Before you can contemplate that remark, the syringe sinks into your neck and your vision fades to black. 

When you open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a dimly lit section of the Pit. You take a step forward and extend a hand, only to feel a cold wall. Upon closer inspection, it seems you’re caged within four panels of glass. Squinting in the dim lighting, you recognize the other initiates standing and watching you. Four hovers in the distance, arms crossed over his chest. You place a palm against the glass and try to get the attention of Will and Christina, but they’re whispering amongst themselves. 

A sudden trickling noise breaks you from your thoughts. Dread coiling in your chest, you look down to find water seeping out of the ground. There’s no visible cause for this flooding, but the water level is rising regardless. Your shoes are wet and your pants are beginning to get soaked. Your heart is hammering in your ears as you begin to realize the inevitable: you're going to drown. 

Despite this realization, you still try to escape. You investigate all four walls, looking for a gap in the glass. There’s absolutely nothing save for the drain on the floor, which can’t be much bigger than your hand—you’d never fit down it. You’re beginning to feel hopeless as the water rises to reach your lower torso. The water level is rising unreasonably fast and, before long, you have to try to tread water and stay afloat. You don’t have much time left, you reckon.

It’s okay; this is a simulation. 

The thought relieves you. You have no idea where this sudden confidence and self-assuredness comes from, but you don’t question it. Your lungs are burning and every part of your body aches. Your gut reaction is to swim to the top of the tank, but that won’t do you any good. Instead of fighting a losing battle, you sink under the water, close your eyes, and succumb to the darkness surrounding you. 

You’re suddenly slammed back into reality. You take a deep breath in, clutching at your chest. The bright fluorescent lighting sears into your vision. Four places a hand on your shoulder and the pressure helps to ground you to the present moment. It still takes a few seconds to catch your breath. When you’re finally feeling that you can breathe again, you chance a glance at Four. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s regarding you with suspicion. 

“What was that?” There’s no trace of emotion in his expression, save for suspicion and wariness. You stare at him in confusion and Four repeats himself, before taking a deep breath. “You know what I’m talking about—the simulation,” the instructor says, pinching the bridge of his nose before leveling you with a scrutinizing gaze. “How did you know?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you respond honestly. This only seems to irritate Four further. Meanwhile, you’re just trying to find a grip on reality. The shift from the simulation to the physical world is jarring. Your chest still feels tight—as if you genuinely drowned. You clutch at the arms of the chair you’re sitting in. 

“That was far too fast,” Four continues, crossing his arms over his chest and leveling you with a rather intense gaze. “You must have known it was a simulation. That’s the only explanation. Otherwise, you must have a death wish.”

“A death wish,” you repeat wryly, finally feeling grounded in reality. You push yourself off the chair and take a step closer to him. You can’t resist the urge to glare at him. “I don’t have a death wish; there was nothing else for me to do. Figured I might as well have some agency in the ordeal.”

“Besides, isn’t that Dauntless?” You continue, despite the recognition that Four’s expression is only turning darker. “At least, that’s what Eric seems to think.” You stare him down and wait for him to respond. 

“Eric doesn’t know anything,” Four mutters. His eyes widen for the briefest of moments and you realize that he likely hadn’t meant to say that aloud.  

“You sure?” You blurt out, not sure where this sudden confidence in argument is coming from. You decide not to question it and instead continue. With any luck, continuing the conversation will get you some more information on just what the hell is going on here, what this second stage of initiation entails. “Isn’t he above you?”

“Enough,” Four hisses, evidently fed up with your questioning. The instructor clenches his fists and stares at you menacingly. You pretend not to be affected. “You’re done here.” Taking the hint, you open the door and close it behind you—but not before seeing Four stare at you through the crack in the doorway. Shaking your head, you make your way back to the waiting room and, subsequently, the barracks. 

Unfortunately, you return to the simulation room—as you’ve aptly dubbed it—several more times. It seems this simulation is the main obstacle you’ll have to clear in this stage of initiation. Each time you slip into it, you’re faced with a different fear. You burn to death on a flaming pyre, swim away from sharks, run from birds with sharp claws... Each experience is terrifying in its own way but, thankfully, you don’t think any of them are your legitimate fears. 

Your exemplary performance in the simulation doesn’t go unnoticed. After the first few rounds, you begin to get the feeling that someone is watching you. Your skin prickles during training. It takes you a few days to realize that Four is watching you. The moment you sense his gaze burning into your skin, you can’t unsee it. Suddenly, it feels as if you can’t get a moment alone anymore. The few solitary moments you had before are now filled with an uncomfortable feeling of eyes on your back. 

“Ready?” Four asks you when you’re in the simulation room once more. He’s wielding the familiar syringe in one hand. The metal catches the light and gleams menacingly. You’re not sure if you’ll ever truly be ready, but you nod anyway. Four doesn’t waste any time—bringing the syringe to your neck and dispelling you from reality. 

When you open your eyes, you find yourself standing amongst a crowd of people. There’s nothing in sight, save for the immeasurable amount of faces in the crowd. You try to stand up taller and get a look at something in the distance—anything—but you’re roughly pushed back down. It’s as if you’re standing in a void, with nothing except the millions of people around you. You have absolutely no space to yourself, as the crowd ebbs and flows around you. You’re jostled around and, even when you try to push back, no one budges. You’re absolutely trapped. There’s nothing around you, nothing in your hands that can help you to move or enforce your personal space. Your breaths begin to turn harsher and quicker. 

As if sensing your incoming panic, every face in the crowd turns to face you. Dull eyes stare into you. There’s nothing but deafening silence as the strangers walk forward, tightening the space around you. You stumble and fall to the ground, throwing your hands over your ears and desperately wishing them all away. It doesn’t matter how much you scream for them to get away from you—no one budges. You’re being swallowed by the crowd around you. The space around you is constricting until you’re surrounded by strangers looming over you. You close your eyes and beg for it to stop. 

Suddenly, you can see nothing but bright light. Your mind can’t quite keep up with the change. When you see someone reaching toward you, you instinctually push them away and back up. Your vision is blurring and swirling around you; when it finally clears, you realize that you're sitting in the simulation room. Four is standing a few feet from you, hands raised up in the air in a mock surrender gesture. 

“The simulation is over,” Four states. He is gracious enough to turn his back and focus on the screen in front of him, which allows you ample time to regain your composure. 

"That was one of your real fears,” Four remarks some time later, turning to look at you for an answer. You nod silently. Admittedly, your chest is still burning with how hard you were breathing before. For a long moment, there’s nothing but tense silence. Your expression must betray your inner feelings, because Four’s glare softens a little. “You still fell in the average,” Four says firmly. It almost feels like his own strange way of reassurance. He continues speaking, but his voice falls to the background. You don't intend to ignore him, but the trainer eventually stops talking and raises his eyebrows at you. You pretend not to notice.

“Am I free to go?” You ask instead, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. Four nods and you step away from the chair. As you exit the room, you realize that you can feel his gaze fixed on your back as you walk away. You clench your fists at your sides and return to the barracks, your heart still pounding out of your chest. 

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Hey how are you doing? I love your stories!!! I was wondering if your able to do Eric coulter and his girlfriend/wife where she has a really bad day , and he cuddles and helps her calm down and relax and just fluff. If not no worries! Your an amazing writer keep it up!❤️

Eric Coulter x Reader

Summary: Eric gives you comfort after a shitty day.

Warnings/Tags: A few minor curses, fluff, cuddles, a few brief kisses, Eric x reader established relationship (romantic), Dauntless!Reader, Female!Reader

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"You're back late," Eric states, almost like it's a question.

It had been a horrible day. Some new kid at the dauntless computer room completely fucked a days worth of codes.

You didn't know the kid managed to mess up that bad. It was beyond your knowledge. What you did k ow was that you, along with a few more experienced members, had to stay over three extra hours to fix the kids mistake.

You ranted about all that went wrong to Eric while he wraps his arms around you. You loved it when he was soft with you. In the comforts of your shared apartment Eric was a softie.

"Sorry for your shitty day," Eric says with a quick kiss before leading you to the bed.

"It's not your fault everyone who runs this place is a complete idiot," you reply and Eric let's out a soft chuckle before flopping down on the bed.

He opens his arms, waiting for you to join him. You groan and crawl into bed next to him. You were both incredibly tired. You didn't even want to know how Late it was, or early.

"We both have tomorrow off," Eric mumbles in your ear as his arms wrap around your waist.

"No, I have an early shift," you yawn.

"Not anymore," he says with a smile.

"Oh, thank you. I don't think I could get up that early," you say and Eric places a kiss on your neck before resting his head half on your shoulder.

"Don't worry about it my love," he whispers as you begin to drift off.

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A/N: Requests are open! Please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed this fic and want to see more like it!

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[heliads]

Hi! Hi! I have been reading your Eric Coulter fics and I don't know if you're still into Divergent but i can i request a eric coulter x fem!reader where they go from rivals to lovers and literally everyone in Dauntless has bets on them to be together?

'rumors of rivals' - eric coulter

masterlist

Four’s got another pet project, but for once, it isn’t you.

It’s a habit of his, one he’d do best to kick. Although Four may like to keep his indifferent silence and pretend as if he were a shallow-hearted Dauntless through and through, he’s got a soft spot for the people he likes. He’s got a knack for finding similar souls and winning them over, even as he acts as if he couldn’t care less about any of you. He did this while you were an initiate, and now he’s repeating the process with one of his new trainees, a girl named Tris.

Since you don’t work the initiates, you haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting Tris Prior, although you’ve heard Four talk about her often enough that you have a good gauge of her likes, dislikes, and every single conversation she’s had with your friend. For someone who claims that he couldn’t care less about anyone but himself, Four’s awfully attentive to Tris.

It makes you laugh, both when he’s around and not. Despite Four’s claims otherwise, it seems that even the toughest of Dauntless fall victim to their hearts every now and then. Despite Four’s claims otherwise, that’s one test you won’t be failing. Four may have fallen in love, but not you. Not a chance. The only decent one around here is Four, and he’s clearly besotted with Tris. No other men even come to mind.

Four and Tris catch up to you, and he begins the introductions. “Y/N, this is Tris, the initiate I’ve been talking about. Tris, this is Y/N. She’s a good friend of mine.”

Tris smiles at you. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Four has said a lot of good things about you.”

You laugh. “It can’t be more than what he’s said about you, trust me. I think all of our conversations are now about you.”

Tris laughs too, evidently surprised at your camaraderie. “I’m sure he’ll argue with that, but I’m glad to hear it. I have to say, I knew what to expect from a Dauntless Leader, but you’re way nicer than I expected.”

You grin. “Oh, trust Four to talk up my reputation. We’re not all totally dramatic around here.”

Four rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right. As if you’re not locked in one of the worst rivalries Dauntless has ever seen.”

Tris widens her eyes, curious. “What are you talking about?”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Four doesn’t mean anything because he doesn’t know what he’s saying. There’s nothing there.”

Four scoffs. “Of course there’s something there. Tris, Y/N’s just denying it because she’s too embarrassed to admit that she’s totally obsessed with beating Eric at everything.”

Tris claps a hand to her mouth. “Wait, I know what you’re talking about. Everyone in the faction has been gossiping about Eric and one of the other Leaders. You don’t mean that–”

“Yes,” you admit reluctantly. “The rumors are about me. They’re just jokes, though. Nothing to take seriously.”

Four arches a brow doubtfully. “Of course they’re not.”

You swat him in the shoulder. “Anything more on the subject and I’ll push you off a roof, Four. Watch your tone.”

Instead of taking your threat seriously, Four just cracks a rare grin and keeps his triumphant silence. In all honesty, he’s not wrong about the gossip, and neither is Tris. You have been rivals with a certain Eric Coulter for most of the time you’ve been at Dauntless, if not all of it, and beating Eric at anything from a fight in the ring to glowing recommendations from the other Dauntless Leaders does indeed make your day like nothing else.

At this point, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. There’s no way you could ever like Eric, he makes it impossible to so much as smile around him. He’s insufferable, that’s all, and he always has been.

You remember that from the very first day you arrived. Eric had been through initiation a year before you, so of course he swaggered about the faction like he knew everything and you knew nothing at all. It didn’t matter that you mastered every challenge that initiation set before you, it didn’t matter that, at the end of your training, you came out with the highest rank. No matter what, Eric would always boast that he’d done it better when he was an initiate. And, since the two of you weren’t in the same year, there was no way of proving him right or wrong.

Once you graduated initiation, your ill-fated relationship only took a turn for the worse. Both of you were gunning for positions as Dauntless Leaders, and did everything in your power to claw to the top. It was a common assumption that only one Leadership position would be vacated, meaning that one of you would succeed and one of you would do the worst thing possible for a Dauntless:  you would fail.

Instead, both of you were appointed as new Leaders, and now you’re forced to spend even more time with him than before. Eric is more hands on, especially with his new position as an initiation leader, whereas you’re more devoted to strategy and all the ways to keep Dauntless as a faction running as smoothly as possible. The two of you clash whenever you so much as step into a room together.

Over time, this rivalry has drawn the attention of the entire faction. There’s hardly a soul in Dauntless that hasn’t witnessed the two of you going for each other’s throats at some point. Last you heard, some faction members were even going so far as to place bets as to when the two of you would get together, but that’s absurd. You and Eric hate each other. There’s simply no way you’d actually manage to get over your mutual loathing to fall in love.

“He’s an unpredictable asshole, I don’t know what else you want me to say,” you growl to Four.

Instead of being answered by your friend, however, a new voice joins you, one that makes you want to put your fist through a wall. “Are you talking about me again, L/N? I’m touched.”

Four and Tris exchange some interesting glances, which you definitely don’t appreciate. You turn to glower at none other than Eric, who’s somehow emerged out of the throngs of Dauntless milling about to appear right by your side. It’s as if he was summoned from your mere thoughts alone.

“So you heard me talking about an unpredictable asshole and immediately assumed it was you? That’s lovely, I didn’t know you had such great self-esteem.” You hiss.

Eric just grins. “You’re always so kind to me. Truly, it makes my day.”

You glance to your opposite side, hoping to deflect onto Four, but you notice that he and Tris have somehow disappeared into the crowds again, leaving you alone with Eric. You’ll have to chide him about abandoning you later, once you manage to shake Eric again.

Eric notices the changing subject of your attention and chuckles. “They left already? Can’t say I blame them.”

“Neither can I,” you fire back. “Having to spend time with you isn’t something I’d wish on my worst enemy.”

“See, that’s the difference between the two of us,” Eric intones, holding up a finger appreciatively as he speaks, “There’s no punishment I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. It’s because I’m capable of doing anything to eliminate those who would rise against me. It’s what makes me a better Dauntless. I’m not surprised that you lack the courage.”

You groan in annoyance. “It’s a saying, Coulter. Goodness, I see why you’re not an Erudite. Critical thinking is not your strong suit.”

Unfortunately, Eric doesn’t seem particularly affected by this insult. “I’ll leave the critical thinking to you, L/N. The glory of battle is mine as always.”

You arch a brow. “Remind me who kicked your ass the last time we met in the ring? I’m sure the glory of battle was totally on your side then, too.”

Eric’s voice turns razor-sharp. “How about a rematch, then? Tonight. That is, if you can’t manage to talk yourself out of facing me again.”

You stop walking, meeting Eric’s eyes dead on. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Scared?”

“Not a chance,” he fires back. “I’ll see you then.”

With that, he stalks off, leaving you fuming yet again. You could name a hundred encounters that have taken place exactly like this one. It’s strange, you’ve always prided yourself on your control of your temper, but something about Eric Coulter just drags out every bit of irritation and passion from your heart.

Glancing around, you see that more than a few people have turned to look at you and Eric as you passed by, and are now whispering to each other. “Shut up,” you mutter at no one in particular, but it doesn’t seem to do anything to stop the flurry of gossip.

Great, now you’ll have another rumor to add to the mix. As if you needed any more. Grimacing to yourself, you set off again. You’ll be looking to tonight’s fight with Eric, if not for a release of anger than anything else. It would feel good to beat him up again, you decide, and it’s about time his ego got knocked down a peg or two.

Eric is waiting for you in the empty gym when you let yourself in later that night. The two of you arrive at the same time whenever one of you challenges the other to a fight. It’s become a sort of tradition. You know exactly when and where to find each other because you’ve done it so often. It comes to you like breathing, like living. Instinctive, intuitive. You and Eric may not see eye to eye on most subjects, but in the ring, it’s like he’s your double.

You and Eric face each other warily on the ring. There’s no one else here, not after hours, so the entire gym is empty. Even the smallest of sounds are amplified by the solitude, each shuffle of your feet from side to side sending ripples of echoes up to the high ceiling before bouncing back down again, creating ghosts of your every movement. The lights are dim. The shadows lengthen Eric’s already numerous tattoos, making him look as if the darkness could swallow him up entirely if you were to turn away for even one moment.

You lunge first, mostly as a feint to get his attention. At your level of fighting experience, both of you know better than to truly attack first. Eric aims a blow at your midsection, but you duck just in time, dropping low to kick his legs out from under him. Briefly, Eric loses his balance, but manages to regain it in time to send a returning strike your way.

On and on, the fight progresses, the tide rolling from you to him back to you again in an endless circle. Eric manages to pin you first and huffs out a triumphant breath, but you get him the next round. You’ve spent enough nights like this that every move seems familiar. Although the precise victor of the fights may switch off from night to night, the actions themselves have been done so many times that it feels like muscle memory.

You’re sure it’ll be a night just like any other, but then something strange happens when Eric wins again. Both of you have ended up on the surface of the mat, and after briefly striving for the upper hand, Eric manages to make it there first, and he swings his weight over you, pinning you to the ground. His hands lock your wrist onto the mat like cuffs. You try to throw him off again, but it doesn’t work, and the two of you rest there, panting from the exertion, but worst of all, looking at each other.

You wait for Eric to move off of you and begin the cycle again, but strangely enough, he doesn’t. Instead, Eric looks, he looks at you like he’s never seen you before in his entire life. You feel as if you couldn’t move a muscle, and lie there perfectly still. One twitch of a limb, one wrong breath, and he might react, or worst of all, leave. You don’t know why, but you know for certain that shattering this moment would destroy you both.

Slowly, carefully, Eric releases his hold on your arms, but you don’t swing at him. The erratic rise and fall of his chest has slowed as easy breath returns to him, but when he had held you down moments ago, you could still feel his pulse thundering in his veins, tumultuous and irreverent like the clash of a thunderstorm.

“Y/N,” Eric whispers, low in his throat and urgent. You don’t know what to say. You’re not sure that there is anything to say, not without giving something away, a secret so terrible and all-consuming that to utter it aloud would use up all of you, leaving nothing behind but the ghost of a person who had once been you.

He’s waiting. For what, you don’t know. Or, you don’t want to know. Both of you are on a precipice, the edge tall and mighty, but unlike the roof back at the entrance to Dauntless initiation, you do not know that the fall won’t kill you. You could survive this jump, sure. But you could also break your bones in the leaping, and come out of this a ruined version of someone who had thought they knew everything about Eric Coulter, and then learned otherwise.

The indecision is too great, and so you do something utterly befitting someone of your station, and you run. Eric doesn’t move when you suddenly slip out from under him, nor does he stop you when you leave the gym. It isn’t a Dauntless move to flee from a fight, but then again, you transferred here from your home faction in the Choosing Ceremony, so the habits of the brave haven’t been instilled in you completely. You still, it seems, have a lot to learn.

The walk back to your apartment seems treacherous. There aren’t that many people out at this time of night, but you swear that of those who remain, every eye is on you. Haven’t you heard the rumors? Isn’t it true that these people have guessed what you are when it comes to Eric Coulter? If they see you, they will know.

You crawl into your bed and hope for sleep, but nothing comes. You stare at your ceiling in the dark, wondering what you’ve done. You’ve claimed to hate Eric for a very long time, but the way you felt in that ring, with him looking down at you– None of that was hate. You haven’t felt an absence of anger like that in such a long time that you’ve almost forgotten how to name that emotion entirely.

You get up the next morning, exhausted and confused, and complete your daily duties in somewhat of a haze. Every one of your moves feels mechanical. Eric is busy with the initiates, so your paths shouldn’t cross. When he finds you later that day, then it must mean that he sought you out intentionally. You’re not sure if that’s for better or worse.

You do your best to shake him, but he tracks you down eventually, pulling you into an empty room and shutting the door behind him. “Y/N,” he says urgently. “We should talk about last night.”

You don’t want to, not when the way he says your name reminds you of the way he’d whispered it last night, soft and careful, none of the things you have ever associated with Eric. It wasn’t as torturous as you expected, being alone with him without a fight to separate you. In fact, if you weren’t on guard, you would even admit that you liked it.

When you remain silent, Eric sighs, frustration beginning to tinge back into his breath again. “I know something happened. We can’t just pretend otherwise.”

You glance back up at him. “Can’t we?” You ask. “We can go back to fighting all the time. I’m sure it would come easily to both of us.”

You’ve become an expert at provoking him over the years, but now, in the face of all your attempts, Eric’s gaze remains neutral. “Is that what you want?”

Yes, you start to say, but for some reason the words dry up in your throat and the only thing that comes out is a terrible, awful exhale, “No.”

Eric hasn’t let go of your hand since he pulled you into this room. He seems to remember it now, his thumb rubbing light circles back and forth against your wrist. “Neither do I. Turns out, the only thing I like better than fighting you is when we aren’t fighting at all.”

You’ve never understood it when people say their heart skipped a beat, but you feel it now, the stuttering of desperate hope locked between your ribs. “So– you want–”

“You, Y/N,” Eric interrupts. “I want you. I always have.”

When he kisses you, it tastes like victory. Hot, brave, triumphant. A thousand nights undefeated in the ring couldn’t light you up with a fire half this bright. Sometimes, the rumors are true, and sometimes, the very man you thought was your greatest rival was instead your best love. Eric is all of these things, but most importantly, he is yours.

requested by @simoneashwinis, i hope you enjoy!

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[aubeystawby]

my halloween 2023 fic bingo!

Posting this relatively early so I can write everything in time for October!

You can find my list of who I write for here! - I'll write for any of the fandoms on this list! I couldn't link my fandom list for some reason, but you can find it through my pinned post!

Send in an ask/message/comment/just tell me however works for you, which character(s) you want a fic for with a certain prompt! You can also include what you specifically might want me to write with that prompt in your request! 💛

Once a prompt has been claimed, I won't accept any other requests for that specific prompt (But you can change your request to a different prompt if this is the case!). You are also free to send in more than one request! 💛

Below is a list of the prompts, and I will update this list as requests come in so you know which prompts are still free!

funeral home

haunted — george karim

trick or treating

makeup — nick nelson & charlie spring

ghost(s) — anthony lockwood

poison apple

midnight

vampire — juan ruiz

cemetery

murder — juan ruiz

witch — eugene ottinger

matching costumes — platonic crowley & aziraphale

halloween party — rich goranski

connection — connor murphy

cabin in the woods — miles morales

eternity — rich goranski

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

Divergent - Masterlist

Eric Coulter:

Series:

Friends to Lovers: It’s time for you to choose your faction. You knew you would meet him if you chose Dauntless, but you chose it anyway. Can you rebuild your friendship? And can more come from this friendship?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 11 (2) | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

Headcanons:

HC - Eric in the bedroom

Oneshots:

Pumpkins - Halloween Special

Masterplan - Tris notices that Eric is interested in a girl and comes up with a plan to get them together

Fear - Eric helps you cope with a nightmare 

Relapse - Eric’s girlfriend relapses with self harm and bulimia

Coming out - Reader comes out to Eric as pan

Drabbles:

Drabbles #69, #46

Drabbles #5, #66

Drabble #74

Drabble #75

Drabble #62

Back to the Master-Masterlist

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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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[sugarcandydoll]

hi angels! ♡👼🏼💗 i am 21, she/her looking for a divergent double up rp where you play eric for my oc and i play a character of your choice for yours. ♡🎀 i am anywhere from semi-lit, lit, and novella, meaning i write at least two paragraphs!! ♡🫶🏼💕 i am into dark themes & nsfw, so pls be 18+! pls either interact with this post or dm me if ur interested!! ♡ i usually rp on discord, my username is sugardollyxoxo. i am so excited for our rp!! ♡🙈💓

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