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kyloswarstars · 2 years

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PINKY PROMISE • Part 2

Divergent AU • Eric Coulter x Reader

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

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

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Part 2 • Waterfalls and waffles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Can we help search?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

„It’s alright, dad.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Yeah.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I jumped. „Can we get waffles?“

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

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cardansriddle · 3 years

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Eric Coulter- Impatient

Summary: You and Eric have something going on between you that is left unlabeled, all because of his commitment issues. This leads to some arguments and an angry make out session. Idk the story is better than the summary.

A/N: I don’t know if people still are into Divergent, so if you are, here’s an Eric one shot for you because he is underrated and let’s admit, so much hotter than Four.

Warnings: Making out? angst, choking.

Somehow Jay had managed to drag me into a bar full of sweaty dancing bodies, convinced me to wear a short black dress that hugged my body just at the right places and apparently planned on me getting batshit drunk, considering the amount of shots he was ordering. "Can we get twelve tequila shots?" He asked the bartender cheekily, who nodded and started preparing our drinks.

"Jay, I'm gonna be on the floor after those shots," I groaned. I had no shame in hiding the fact that I was a lightweight, everyone has seen it. I quickly scanned the room with my eyes in hopes of seeing a certain leader and once I could not locate him, I turned around and watched as the bartender put our drinks in front of us on the table. Without waiting for Jay, I licked the salt of the brim of the glass before downing the shot and biting into the lemon.

"Then darling, you better hope it's clean." He smirked without a care in the world.

I groaned and I could already feel the buzz of alcohol hitting my head.

"Hey, you're Bella right?" Someone tapped on my right shoulder. I twisted my body so I was facing the unfamiliar face. I nodded in order to confirm his question and he smiled before holding out his hand.

"I'm Zack." He introduced himself and I shook his hand politely. He then leaned in really close, invading my personal space as he whispered with a low voice. "I have seen you fight. Really impressive moves you've got there."

With furrowed eyebrows, I muttered out a 'thanks' watching as he chuckled before he leaned in once again as if I missed his point. "Maybe you'll show me more of those moves?"

Before I could reply and decline his obvious offer, I felt a presence at my back. "Leave." A familiar deep voice commanded from behind me, and I resisted the urge to smile widely at the sound of it. Despite not admitting it, I've been craving to see Eric again, he was a wicked potion that seeped into every pore and cell of my being, something so potent that even the tiniest drop left me aching for him.

Zayn or Zack, I forgot what his name was fumbled around before he left hurriedly, not in the mood to face the wrath of Eric Coulter. No one was that brave. I waited till he came to stand in front of me, eyes holding fury as he looked down at me.

"Hi, Eric." I greeted him nonchalantly, putting on a smile that I was sure looked more like a grimace.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, body tense as he stepped closer to me.

"Well, I'm not an initiate anymore, I can go to clubs," I replied with a shrug, watching as his anger grew. His fists clenched as he put one of his hands on the bar and the other on the back of the stool I was sitting in, trapping me there.

"No. You can't. Have you seen how all the men are looking at you in that little black dress?" Eric growled, his breath fanning my face as he spoke. His face was way too close to mine, yet I did not mind. Instead, I craved it, I needed the space between us to simply disappear.

However, I was a stubborn woman, so instead, I put my hands on his chest and roughly pushed him away, and stood up. His eyes travelled over me unashamedly, from head to toe before they settled on my eyes again.

"Fuck's sake, Eric!" I exclaimed. "Can't go to a club, can't wear a dress, can't do this, can't do that. Are you my dad?!"

"Keep this act up and I'll fucking spank you like I am."

My whole body stilled as I felt a familiar throb in my lower abdomen at his words. His chest was suddenly too close to mine, and my breasts grazed his chest with every heavy inhale that I took.

"Fuck you, you're a fucking asshole." I spit out.

"Watch your tongue, Bella." He hissed, leaning towards me as if to intimidate me.

"I'm sorry am I spitting venom again? Hopefully, it doesn't stain that pretty blonde hair of yours." I said before stomping away and out of the club. My partying mood was ruined, and despite the tequila shots that I took, I felt myself sobering up after my interaction with Eric. He made my blood boil, yet my heart still yearned for him.

I might not have tried any drugs, but there was no doubt in my mind that Eric was the closest I've ever come to an addictive substance.

I've gotten whiplash from his hot and cold behaviour. There were times I would not see or hear from him for days, then the next minute he was turning up at wherever I was, acting like I was his property.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. The unexpected action took me off guard, causing me to slam against a hard chest that I already knew belonged to Eric. We stood in a deserted corridor, panting as our eyes locked.

"Don't you dare ever walk away from me." He hissed. He clenched his jaw, and I knew he was furious.

"Then stop treating me like I don't fucking exist! I don't know whatever issues you have, but if you want me, then you better overcome them or at least let me help you! But do not treat me as if you own me when you do not even look at me half of the time! I am not your property, Coulter." I growled, feeling my anger rise as seconds passed. My words must've triggered something in him, as he slammed me against the nearest wall while his hand grabbed my throat, choking me.

He had me pinned against the wall, his eyes were dark with rage as he focused on strangling me. I knew my expression was deadly, I was looking right into his eyes and I was not scared at all. He was holding my neck so tight that I could already feel bruises forming there, yet I did not let my numb expression falter for a second, despite the pain. Any other person would be struggling to fight him off by now, or at least try to.

Instead, I decided to surprise him by sliding up my hands up his arm, until they rested on top of his hands around my neck. I smiled before whispering my next word.

"Harder."

I knew I caught him off guard since I felt his hands loosen around my neck as his eyes widened, so I used his moment of distraction to my advantage, quickly sliding my leg around the back of his knee before bringing him down on the ground, straddling him and pinning his hands down. I knew if he wanted, he could easily overpower me and get free of my hold. He was no doubt stronger than me, yet there was something very intimate about our position. It was as if he was submitting to me by staying underneath me, his hands pinned above his head as he looked at me with a look I could not decipher.

He then closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "You're mine."

"Not if you are not mine," I replied, watching the conflict in his eyes as he continued staring at me with that same goddamn look. "it can't be one-sided. If I am yours then you are mine."

"You're a weakness. My weakness." His eyes flickered to my lips before meeting my gaze. "And I can't have any weak spots."

"Then you have to let me go." My heart clenched painfully at the notion of never being with him. He inhaled deeply at my words but shook his head.

"Shut the fuck up." He said and it seemed as if something clicked in his brain, his eyes cleared as he freed his hands from my hold before bringing them to my face. his lips crushed against mine, cool and dripping with bitterness-- a flavour I had missed. It was just as I remembered it, still raw and passionate and full of greed. I kissed him back immediately, my body treating him like a drug that I have been craving yet could never get enough of. His hand gripped my thigh harshly, our lips moulding together as we got lost in each other.

I finally mustered up enough strength to pull away from the kiss, ignoring the way my body begged for me to kiss him again. "Make up your damn mind Eric. I'm getting impatient." I told him with heavy breaths, pulling away from him completely and standing up. I looked at him one last time, knowing my eyes held pain and agony at being separated from him after reuniting with him, and I walked away, hoping he would stand up and chase after me, tell me that he was mine as long as I was his, yet he did not, and I did not even bother wiping the tears that streamed down my face as I walked away from him, my heart hurting with every step that I took.

#eric coulter #divergent #eric coulter one shot #eric coulter imagine #eric coulter smut #eric coulter fanfic #eric coulter x reader #eric coulter angst #eric coulter divergent #dauntless #insurgent

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writing-about-current-obsessions · 4 years

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Ambush

Pairings: Four/Tobias Eaton x friend!reader, Eric Coulter x friend!reader

Words: 1721

Summary: Female!reader is ambushed and gets hurt. Eric and Four help her in any way they can.

WARNING! - mentions of rape (hinted)

I woke up slowly, blinking away the sleep from my eyes and focusing my gaze on the ceiling above. Only, it wasn’t the same ceiling as in my bedroom.

I sat up quickly and felt a sharp spike of pain in my abdomen shoot across my whole body. I cling to my side with my arm and close my eyes for a moment, breathing deeply.

“Hey, take it easy.”, I heard a worried voice and then a few steps.

When I opened my eyes again, Four was sitting on the side of the bed. I realized then that I was in his bedroom rather than mine.

“What happened?” I raised my shirt up to see my bandaged midsection.

I couldn’t see the extent of the damage since it was covered by layers of gauze.

“You don’t remember?” his eyebrows were furrowed and I couldn’t decide if he looked more worried or angry.

When I tried to recount the events from last night, everything seemed to be quite blurry. I vaguely remembered fighting three guys in the hallway on my way back to my flat.

“They tried to…”, I spoke softly, trying to bring to mind more details.

“They’ve been taken care of.”, Four said grimly.

Eric suddenly appeared from the balcony. “Is she awake?”

He walked hurriedly to the bed, with determination in his steps. Unlike Four, he didn’t hide his anger that well.

“Why didn’t you yell for help?” his tone sharp, his voice rising.

“Eric.”, Four warned, glaring daggers at him.

“There were three of them, for fuck’s sake!” Eric started to pace restlessly. “One of them had a gun! You could’ve been killed or…”

“Eric!” Four shouted at him, making me jump as well.

They both turned their attention back to me when they realized they made me jump.

“I…”, Eric sighed heavily, his jaw clenched. “I’m sorry.”

“Listen, it doesn’t matter.”, Four spoke, taking my hand in his and squeezing it gently. “You’re safe now. That’s the most important thing.”

Cold tingles went over my whole body as one more image from last night flashed in my head. I shuddered with horror. Tears blurred my vision and I gasped, putting a hand over my mouth to try covering it up.

“They wanted to…”, I choked out before a sob overtook me.

“Hey, it’s alright.”, Four scooted closer to me and carefully put his hand on my shoulder, looking straight into my eyes. “They won’t lay a finger on you ever again. We made sure of that.”

I nodded, not being able to speak as more tears escaped down my cheek. I wiped them off and hid my face in my hands, not wanting to cry in front of Four and Eric. Not wanting to appear weak.

Four called out my name softly, almost as a whisper. “Everything will be alright. You’re fine now. You’re safe.”

My mind kept going over the same few seconds from last night. Two guys holding me while the third one ripped my shirt and tried to do the same with my pants. I was struggling, I managed to put up a good fight before that, but they were too strong and I was outnumbered. After my shirt ripped, the guy in front of me held a gun to my head, threatening me while working on unbuttoning and discarding my pants.

I didn’t remember anything after that.

And it killed me.

I felt bile and disgust rise up in my stomach and I shot up from the bed, running to the bathroom and hastily closed the door behind me before puking my guts out in the toilet. I felt dizzy and nauseous, tears blurring my vision and exhaustion making my body shudder. The sheer power of wrath and disgust I felt in that moment was the only thing that was keeping me from passing out.

I heard Four call out my name from the outside of the door, asking if he could come in.

I sat on the cold tiles on the floor because my legs gave out on me. I was shaking with sobs uncontrollably now. I couldn’t believe what they wanted to do to me. Did they actually manage to do it? Who found me? And in what state?

I didn’t even notice Eric and Four come in before Eric touched my arm softly. I hid my face in my hands and tried to yell at them to go away, but it only came out as a hoarse croak.

Eric slowly put one of his arms around my shoulders and the other under my knees, hauling me up as gently as he could. He walked over to the bed carrying me in his strong arms while I tried to stop myself from crying.

After he set me on the bed, he didn’t leave. Instead, he pulled me into a tight hug, not leaving me any space for protest. One of his arms enveloped me completely while the other settled on the back of my head, silently urging me to lean into him. I did, putting my shaking arms around him and squeezing for comfort.

Tears were still streaming down my cheeks as I looked over Eric’s shoulder at Four.

He was standing and looking back at me, pain and fury grazing his features. He was rigid and his muscles tensed as he had his arms folded on his chest.

I cleared my throat before I spoke. “Did they…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence, mostly because Four gave me a look that broke me in half.

My eyes closed and I sobbed once again, staining Eric’s shirt with my tears.

When I opened my eyes, Four was closer, sitting right in front of me and looking intently. “They didn’t do that.”

I felt Eric stiffen, which only made me feel worse.

I pulled back, although Eric was unwilling to let me go. Then I looked away, wiping my tears and forcing myself to have this conversation.

I had to know. I had to know exactly what they did to me.

I took a deep breath and looked Eric and then Four straight in the eyes.

“I want you to tell me the truth. I want you to tell me what they did to me.”, I spoke with determination, although my voice was still wavering.

I could see their troubled expression and felt a surge of worry pass through me.

“They ambushed you in the hallway.”, Eric started. “You fought them off at first but there were three of them.”

His gaze turned away. “After they pinned you to the wall, one of them hit you on the head and also shot you.”

I instinctively held my abdomen were the shot was, judging by the bandages and the pain I felt. And I guess the hit to my head explains my lapse in memories.

“We heard the shot and came running.”, Four added. “We got there in time before they could do anything else.”

The last of his sentence made me sick again. I couldn’t figure out if they were telling this story to protect me from the truth or if the three guys truly didn’t manage to rape me.

“I want to see the surveillance tape.”, I looked at Eric.

“Surveillance tape?” he blinked. “There is no…”

“Cut the crap.”, I interrupted him. “You just told me I fought them off before you two came. How could you have known that without having a video to prove it?”

Eric sighed and Four nervously brushed his hand through his hair.

“I need to know what happened!” I snapped at them. “The last thing I remember was… Was one guy ripping my shirt to pieces.”

I looked away, not being able to handle their looks as my lip quivered.

“I don’t think you seeing the video is a good idea.”, Four said softly.

“Did you not just hear what I said?!” I jumped up from the bed again, furious.

The thing is, I stood up to fast. And considering the circumstances, I was still too weak, so I got dizzy again. I stumbled a little before Eric caught me and pulled me back on the bed.

“Do. Not. Move.”, he said, still holding my arms. “Understand?”

I nodded, releasing myself from his grip. I sighed and and rested with my back against the headboard.

“We’ll get you the tape.”, Eric said.

“Good.”, I nodded thankfully and looked at Four shaking his head.

“I promise I’ll be better. I just have to see it.”, I assured him.

“You don’t need to push anything.”, Four told me. “You need to rest.”

“Four and I will take shifts taking care of you.”, Eric said, getting up from the bed.

I stared at both of them.

“You don’t need to babysit me.”, I said a little unsure.

The last thing I wanted right now was to be alone, but I didn’t want to admit it. I was grateful for them offering to take care of me, but I also didn’t want to be a nuisance.

“That’s not up for debate.”, Eric said sternly. “You took a nasty hit and you need to recover. And we’ll help you.”

I smiled weakly. “Thanks guys. Who would’ve thought you two are such softies?”

The fact that they brushed off my teasing comment without retorting with some smartass remark really showed how bad the situation is. They were seriously affected by this, which almost made me cry. Again.

But instead, I smiled a little bigger as Eric shook his head at me disapprovingly.

Four smiled as well, caressing my leg gently over the covers. “You gave them hell before they got to you. This is not your fault.”

I gulped, tearing up again, but nodding at him in understanding nonetheless.

“Although, as far as cooking goes, Four is in charge of that.”, Eric said with a hint of a smile and I chuckled.

“Good. You would probably poison us all with your cooking.”, I teased.

“What are you in charge of then?” Four huffed and glared at Eric.

“Taking care of her.”, he motioned with his head at me and winked.

“No way in hell.”, Four protested. “That’s my job.”

I laughed at them bickering and felt some relief. I would be alright as long as I have them watching my back.

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everythingandeveryplace · 5 years

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*Worlds Apart- Eric x OC*

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“I can’t believe we’re stuck in fucking Amity, this place gives me hives.” Eric Coulter swatted away at another low hanging Weeping Willow dangling dangerously close to his line of sight.

It had been way too early in the god damn morning when his cell phone went off, Max’s frantic voice on the other end going on about “the factionless attack on Amity” and how “he better pack a bag because he would be on overnight patrols until further notice.”

What a shitty way to start the weekend.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of nice.. fresh air and sunshine never hurt anyone.” Four smirked at the perpetually grumpy grimace on his friends face. “I’m just saying...we’re always cooped up underground in dauntless I haven’t seen the light of day in months.”

As if on cue an orange and yellow butterfly fluttered daintily in front of the two boys before Ianding on Eric’s shoulder and perching there casually. Eric’s entire body tensed as he stood stock still, his shoulders up to his ears and a wide eyed expression on his face, Four had to clamp a hand over his mouth to quiet his hysterics as he stared at the oversized, tattooed man filled with anxiety over a little butterfly.

“Get. it .off .of me.”

He growled through grit teeth nudging his arm slowly and cautiously before four flicked his hand and the butterfly flew off, Eric settled his rifle back over his shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering in disgust “I’m going to throw myself into the river before this week is over.” He hissed, marching ahead to lean under the shade of a canopied building and away from the ever present too warm sunshine that seemed to seep through the trees in this faction.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” Four questioned, moving to stand beside him and closing his eyes as he leaned back.

“Don’t know. Max says until they find who’s leading the factionless armies. Amity is a huge target because of the resources they provide to all of the factions. It’s why they were attacked.” Eric dug his pocket knife into the beds of his nails, it was getting late and someone would be coming to relieve them from their posts soon, he couldn’t wait to sleep this day off and have a beer.. if there was one thing Amity excelled in it was their liquor production.

“Well atleast you got a free meal out of it.. you have to stop giving these guys chances V. They’re not worth your time.”

Fours eyes snapped open and he looked to Eric with a raised eyebrow, they hadn’t seen anyone walking the streets in the past hour or so considering the time.. everyone in Amity seemed to be settling in for the night or out to dinner.

“I know.. but what’s the harm.. you know I can’t say no.. that would be awfully rude.”

Eric and Four stood straight and tall watching as two women rounded the corner of the street.

“You can most definitely say no! It’s not like you’re not busy.. you’re a nurse for Pete’s sake, the head nurse at that.” A short brunette with dark skin and beautiful curls spoke excitedly, her hands flying every which way. She was wearing a pair of dark jean overalls and a yellow bandana around her neck, her feet tucked into clean white slip ons.

“Sophie, I have to have a life too.. I’m trying. you know that.” The most beautiful blonde Eric had ever seen in his entire life spoke calmly to her friend, her long blonde hair was pulled up into a styled bun, pieces loose and dangling by her cheek bones. She had sun kissed golden skin and the longest legs known to man tucked into a pair of strappy heels, her white dress was short and off the shoulder and her shiny chocolate colored eyes were framed by long dark lashes.

“I know that Violet, I’m just tired of seeing you waste your time on these guys who could give a shit less about you.” The brunette sighed.

“I’m going to be just fine, I love that you care but you don’t have to worry about me.. I’m..” violet trailed off, her eyes falling to the two much larger men watching them from against the buildings to their right. Eric watched as her eyes fell to the huge guns clutched in their hands before she quickly took a step in front of her friend and nudged them both back a bit.

“Good evening gentlemen.” She smiled, tense and tight but still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “Beautiful night isn’t it?” She was testing the waters, cautious and smart as she observed the two guards curiously.

“Sure is mam. We were just admiring how late the sunshine stays out here in Amity, it doesn’t get this warm in dauntless.” Four answered easily, his eyes lingering just a bit longer on her curly haired friend.

The blondes shoulders loosened dramatically and she seemed to breathe out an audible sigh of relief before she stuck her hand out for four to shake

“I just want to Thankyou so much for what you’re doing for our faction, I know a lot of people were pretty shook up by the attack and having you guys here just makes us feel much more secure and safe. My names Vioet and this is Sophie.. it’s great to meet you.”

“Four, And likewise.” Four shook her hand and smiled before turning to shake her friends hand. Violets body shifted so she was close to Eric, her hand extended and the smell of her strawberry shampoo wafting up towards his nose. The smell made him feel slightly drunk and he had to shake his head to get rid of the thoughts he was currently thinking about the girl in front of him, he fixed his face into his usual sarcastically stoic expression.

“It’s Eric. We’re just doing our job. You usually walk around the streets dressed like that?” He blurted out before he had a chance to stop himself, the question coming out sarcastic and snappy, both Four and Sophie turned to him with equal parts confusion and annoyance.. violet just laughed.

“Not usually no but I was on my way home from a pretty awful date and didn’t think it would be polite to change in the restaurant. Luckily my house is just a street away so if necessary I can just run over there and grab my all black outfit and combat boots.” She teased, eyeing his own outfit up and down.. he did stick out like a sore thumb amongst Amity’s light colors and florals.

He did everything in his power to tamper down the smile threatening to form at her sassy response and teasing manner, he was successful for the most part except for the tiny tilt at the side of his mouth that gave him away. Violet smiled right back before stepping away

“Well we better get going I have to be up early for work and Sophie’s always angry when she doesn’t get enough sleep.” Violets eyes fell to her pretty friend giggling when Sophie shrugged

“Can’t argue with that. A girl needs her beauty rest.” Her sparkling eyes landed on Four for just a split second before she was tugging Violet along with her, the blonde waving one last time before disappearing around another corner.

Four and Eric didn’t say a word for atleast two solid minutes before the shorter boy turned to Eric and grinned.

“Amity’s not so bad after all.”

Eric shook his head and chuckled, rolling his eyes

“Shut up.”

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beautifulramblingbrains · 6 years

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Woke - Chapter 2

Pairing: Eric/OC Fandom: Divergent / Insurgent Rating: M - Frequent bad language and sensitive subjects.

In the middle of corruption, our Leader deviates through a twisted world - and mind. Can he save himself? Does he want to be saved? He isn’t playing a heroes game. But something might just grow on him.

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Impractical. It’s probably the fifth time I’ve noted the structure as impractical. Trees grow freely, and the tree inside the dome already reaches the very top of the domed ceiling. Dangerous, I scribble to accompany my list of impracticalities.

I’m not as poetic as my father, it appears.

Looking around me, nobody cares that I’m here. They have permanent smiles and greet each other in passing like it’s the best day of their lives. Free love goes a long way. It’s notable by the many children clambering about the place.

It’s like taking a step back in time - before the dinosaurs.

“Mr. Coulter.” I recognize this voice, it’s Joe, and I turn my head over my shoulder to acknowledge him. “Johanna sent me to give you these. Initiate quotas, list of recent emergencies... I think there is a crime record in there too, though, it’s not very big. There are other records in her office that she hasn’t had time to put together.” He shifts through some laminated folders until he finds what he’s looking for. “Ah, here it is. It’s actually quite interesting for me, but for you, I’d hardly find anything troublesome.”

I spot Johanna exiting the barn at last in the distance, Jimmy not far behind. A bird flies overhead that captures my attention, and when I look back, I see the flailing red skirt. I step a little closer to him and keep my voice low. “Joe, what’s her story?”

It takes him a minute to catch up, following my eyeline until he sees her. “Ah, yes, Fleur. An assistant of Johanna’s by choice. A good worker. Far more hours than the average.”

“The average woman or man?” My voice is distant.

“Both,” he tells me and I take a moment to frown at him. “Why?”

“She might be a good person for me to talk to.”

“Oh.” He seems disappointed. “You know, I work closely with Johanna more often than not, too?”

“Everything you have said or done is going into the report, Joe.” My smile is forced, but he seems happy enough. “Now, if you don’t mind. I only have one and a half days left to study an entire faction.” He crosses his arms and stands with me for a long time not realizing I’ve dismissed him. When he catches me, he drops his stance, and motions that he’s going elsewhere. I have every faith he will blab to her that I made an inquiry.

I’ll study the faction on foot, take my notes, and begin writing an official document tonight.

The ease to write comes to me by the time the sky begins to darken and I find myself half invested into it beside me while I eat. It’s back in the dome that the Amity folk cram themselves inside to keep warm and share food between each other; families and single members alike. Regardless of the sunshine in the day, the night is cool.

There is a small band playing old instruments in the corner quietly, and I’m fully aware of the darkness of mine and Jimmy’s clothes along with a small squadron standing out in the array of cream and orange.

I find eating easier by now. I’m used to this place. And Jimmy doesn’t seem to be at all bothered, stuffing as much food in his face as possible. “Try the bread,” I goad him, chuckling to myself when he doesn’t bat an eyelid and takes some from the middle. Between the tables there are servers taking finished plates, replacing food. It’s easy to forget our world in a place like this. But I’m like a dog with a bone. I didn’t realize how deep rejection had hit because I spend one-third of my time scanning the tables.

If she was here, what would I even do? Talk to her? - Most likely not. Apologise for being so bumbling before? - No. Explain how it would be incredible if she would take her clothes off for me? That may have worked one time before when I was twenty, but not now. The memory makes me cringe enough as it is. And besides, this is not Dauntless, and I am nothing but a forgettable face.

I haven’t been interested in sexual encounters for so long that this time it’s slightly thrown me. Usually, it’s kind of a convenience; something I fell into, or on. But she didn’t even particularly show she was interested and I wonder if that’s why I’m so irritated. She was only polite because I am a Leader of another faction. Fleur, it’s a dumb name anyway.

“...come with us tonight, we’ll show you around,�� a charismatic soldier speaks mainly to Jimmy, filtering into my thoughts.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he laughs, and the table seems to be on in some joke. I just stay quiet and sip my water. “Few cabins round here get lively at night. It’s all that peace serum. Peace in the woods. Peace in the fields…”

“Eric?” Jimmy asks. “What you doing after?”

“I’ve got work to do.” I wipe my mouth and stand up, claiming my exit.

“You’re going to miss dessert,” he says, but the guy next to him squeezes his shoulder.

“There’s enough dessert to go around.”

Scoffing, I pick up my notes and make my exit without looking back.

There is something therapeutic about viewing my own writing. Usually, everything is computer based; emails and the like. But in my own handwriting, it’s a sense of accomplishment.

Putting an arm over my head, I sigh back on the limp pillows, drawing the pen up to bite it. As therapeutic as it is, my mind is racing. I glance at my father’s book beside me, under the hue of the orange lamp. This time of night I wouldn’t be in bed. I’d be in the Pit, with Frank, or in my apartment throwing back the nearest concoction.

If they could see me now - legs up, jacket off, pen in hand - they would think something is wrong with me.

The thought forces me to my feet, groaning for the sake of my shoulders persistence. I change into my sweats and gym shoes and prepare myself to take on the unpredictable Amity footpaths.

At first, my pace is slow but with time my muscles begin to give way to the point I’m hammering the paths, between the trees, my own breathing and heart pulsing in my ears. I want to feel the burn. I want to feel the pain.

I push myself to go faster until I’m wheezing, to the point of my body’s refusal. And it all happens at once. My breath catching the cool night air, my chest tight, my shoulder screaming, I stop suddenly and bend down, grimacing to myself.

Maybe that’s what my jumbled thoughts were, a pent-up energy. Running in Amity freely sure beats concrete in Dauntless.

Rubbing my face of the sweat that threatens to drip into my eyes, I put my hands on my hips and breathe in deeply, staring up to what appears to be lifeless cabins bar the one or two with the lights still on. Some I can see clearly into, some just brightly lit curtains. And upon my stroll back, I make random scenarios of what the families are doing inside.

I’m drawing my walk home out for the fact that I have nothing to go back to and what lies waiting for me at Dauntless will be careening back to me the moment I’m home in the afternoon. I’m lost here, like a limbo, nobody to bother me. And I don’t know whether it is a good or bad thing to be left alone with a swirling brain like mine.

Even in the midst of pure moonlight, in the dark - a favorite hour of mine - my sense of purpose is questionable.

A flash of light catches me off-guard; a room being lit up, and I miss my step, frowning until the realization hits me of who I’m watching. Looking to the ground, I contemplate moving on, pocketing my hands like I’ve been caught, though it is merely a coincidence.

But in the mirror of her small room, she doesn’t see me as she stares at herself in the reflection, mousy hair draped over her shoulders which she pulls to one side to brush through. Fleur’s face is anything other than impressed by what she sees, kind of sad, like the impression she gave with her shifty behavior earlier. Standing back and gripping the bottom of her white top, she lifts it in a practiced fashion to show her bare back to me, her front exposed in the mirror, braless, and my lamenting scoff to myself is purposely victorious.

Should I knock and tell her I can see her, that the whole neighborhood could? - Maybe she doesn’t care. Checking around me, everything is deadly quiet, not a soul. If I stand here and watch, does that make me creepy or lustful, or plain lucky?

She unzips the side of her skirt and it falls away from her hips, her hands going to the top of her underwear. Whether it’s only in my mind or not, but it’s painstakingly slow, watching the material drag down her skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I whisper to myself.

Smirking, I back away, finding the path back to my cabin. My goal is to have that. My mind's made up.

Jimmy’s about to knock but I throw the door open, his hand still caught in the air. “Goodmorning,” I say, quite cheerily, him rightfully frowning at me. He looks a mess. An obviously late night. I roam over his attire critically. “Sort your uniform out.” My shoulder hits his as I pass, and I can hear him stumbling behind me to keep up. “You’re on stock intake this morning. You need to go to the warehouses and get the annual turnover of produce for me.

“There’s like twenty?”

My smile is anything but pleasant. “Good thing we’re starting early... And there is fifteen. Overhaul is stored at the other faction’s warehouses.”

“Where are you going? How will I find you after?”

“I’ll be around.” A group of Amity pass in their bright clothes. “I’m not exactly hard to miss.”

Eyeing up Johanna’s long barn just pass the dome, my practical head is on top form. Just from a look, Jimmy knows to be on his way, and I march across the dirt still slightly damp from the cooler night.

There is no one inside, the place open to anyone who might be even slightly interested. As a start, I head for the main office. Of course, everything is above the stables, so I take the textured steps up, surveying the open landing and all the rooms filtering off into sections. Down the hall I can see the door open to the makeshift boardroom we were in yesterday and it gives me a better sense of the layout.

Off the large landing, I spy Johanna’s room, open with only glass walls and multiple blurred lines that are pointless for privacy. There are drawers upon drawers and one metal filing cabinet.

This is going to take me the best part of the day.

By eleven, there are voices traveling towards me. In the meantime, I’ve been enthusiastically pulling apart her office. When Johanna appears, I welcome her to the devastation. If she is unhappy, she hides it well. Though, any man could see her eyes drifting around, thinking how the fuck she was going to put this place back together.

Concentrating back to the papers in my hand, my overall discoveries are hardly troubling, more irritating. “I’m ready to visit the holding cells. I have reason to believe they are going to be in a lackluster condition as not fucking once have you filed any criminal activity apart from random names. And some of the dates are missing.” Holding up the paper, a second part of it drops down haggardly. “And, taking a guess, it’s about a hundred years old. It pains me to think of what condition the infirmary is in.” It’s also quite clear Max has done a piss poor job in the past - which I scribble down as a reminder.

“Usually our mishaps are very lowkey.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I say sharply, lifting my head to movement. Fleur glances at me, standing just behind Johanna, but I look away feigning disinterest. “Now, the holding cells?” I insist to which Johanna purses her lips. It’s obvious she was not expecting to find me here, not just yet, and not like this. “Is there a problem?”

“Erm, well, no… It’s just, between eleven and twelve I deal with simple law of the land and community problems. I’m expecting a visit any minute.”

Bingo. I knew as much from yesterday. “No problem. Shall we?” I gesture to Fleur with a tilt of my head. She holds my eyes for a second, then nods and looks towards the floor, turning on her heel. Just as I get to Johanna I stop. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

Johanna forces a smile. “No worries.”

When Fleur stops in front of me in the small lobby of the holding cells, her hands ball into fists as I approach from behind and purposefully brush past her. “What the hell is this?” I burst out upon eyeing the holding area, which consists of literally three square rooms and bars like something out of an old cowboy movie. They are all empty, gathering dust. There is even a hole in the roof beaming in sunlight and exposing particles in the air.

“Johanna doesn’t like to keep anyone in here for more than a few hours, if at all. It’s... inhumane.” I forgot the sound of her voice, soft but listless.

“Right…” I sigh. “This needs to be rectified. With no authority at all, it spells fucking trouble.” Grabbing one of the bars, I wiggle it, hearing it swirl in the concrete. “How do you think she’d feel if Dauntless took over the policing completely? A more permanent arrangement?”

“Probably relieved? She can blame Dauntless for the hospitality then.”

Smirking, I turn to look over at her. She wears red again today, this time a simple dress with it tied in at her waist. There are remnants of a fringe she has grown out, lighter parts in her hair that catch. With her in a light-hearted mood, I’m going to try my luck. “Listen,” my voice comes out like velvet, leaning up against the nearest wall. She’s been watching me roaming over her attire and hasn’t moved a muscle, which can only be seen as a good sign. “I have got to admit something.” Her expression never falters - unreadable. “I was jogging late last night... and I got a nice little surprise show from you in return.”

“Welcome to Amity,” she says unenthusiastically. She’s not embarrassed, she’s not scared, she’s nothing other than bland.

I try a different tactic. “Why do I get the expression you hate me and despise the ground I walk on?”

Shrugging, she strolls over to an old desk, black with dirt apart from a few old handprints, and skims a finger across. Her lips rise ever so slightly as she scoffs, “I don’t hate you. I just don’t know you.”

Weird, as Amity seem to be all about meet-and-greets. “We could change that,” I say, taking a step closer.

“I think you have far too much work to be taking part in getting to know me.”

“I’m a great multi-tasker.” Only my boots scuff along the ground, and she turns when I get up close.

She has ‘come get me’ eyes, long eyelashes that seem to sweep when she blinks or avoids my gaze - like what she is doing right now. “You were watching me?” she asks curiously after a pause.

“It was hard not to.”

“Careful, Dauntless aren’t supposed to show weaknesses. Is a lack of restraint your weakness?”

She’s testing me, I can see it. Using that little womanly innocence she has to dare to ask such questions. “I admit, at times I’m impulsive. But that’s few and far between. You were hardly shy last night. If you didn’t want to be watched then you would have made sure to shut your curtains.”

“If you are expecting me to take my clothes off for you, I’m sorry, but you are going to be greatly disappointed, Mr. Coulter.”

“Worth a try…” That was risky on my behalf, but I like the way she finally smiles to herself, slightly blushing, hardly expecting my reply.

“You are so confident…”

“Kind of comes with the job. I would apologize, but I don’t see what for.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” She bites her lip, and in my third eye, I see myself ripping at her pretty red dress and bending her over the old desk in here. But I resist, using my ‘restraint’.

Fleur breathes in suddenly and moves away, breaking whatever had begun to shift between us. “We should head to the infirmary… to be finished before twelve.”

“Lead the way,” I gesture. At least I’ll have a nice view on the journey.

“We prefer traditional methods and ailments. The older generation are convinced they don’t need the help of Erudite supplying them. Our treatments work to an extent,” Fleur tells me. “For the treatment they do need - which isn’t available freely - they usually get aid from their families or neighbors to be able to afford it. And if you hadn’t noticed, Amity tend to have big families and a ‘what’s mine is yours’ attitude.”

“You speak like you’re not from Amity yourself?”

Fleur crosses her arms and stops in the corridor of the infirmary, gazing into one of the rooms. “This is my faction. I chose this faction.”

“Did I touch a nerve?” I ask, looking up from my notepad.

“No, I’m over it. My family abandoned me the moment I chose.” She looks to me then smiles gravely. “Did you want to see any other rooms while you’re here?”

“What’s your original faction?”

“It’s been so long it doesn’t matter,” she says quietly. “There are surgery rooms further down if you wanted to check them out. As you can see it’s not in the same state as the holding cells.”

She takes a step but I grab her arm and snarl, “I asked you a question.”

“My chosen faction is my faction. Whatever was is forgotten and I intend on keeping it that way.” Uncurling my hand the moment she gazes down at it, she gathers her composure. “What would you like to do?” I frown at her in confusion and she says, “...It is lunchtime.”

There is something compelling about her. Perhaps it’s the inner strength she has - the coldness, the mystery. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t show any fear and hardly cowers at all, not even when my mood shifts unpredictably to the ways I act out in Dauntless.

“Have lunch with me?” The question tumbles out, so unlike me. But away from Dauntless, my senses have unwinded; those tight coils of suffocation slowly loosening, the gun next to my bed and the urge to pull the trigger, distant. I want to think about something other than work or myself. And what’s more, is that she makes me want to. That is what I find fascinating. “I’ll be out of your way this afternoon. I won’t be coming back.”

“You’re supposed to be working.”

“I told you, I’m a great multi-tasker. Don’t make it sound like a chore now.” There’s a long moment of silence where I begin to doubt myself. “I don't ask twice.”

A nurse passes between us, greeting us both politely. When she is out of earshot, Fleur puts a hand on the doorframe and loosens her stance. “Okay.” I hadn’t thought past her accepting, and now I’m stumped when she cooly roams over my uniform, lingering at the tattoos on my neck. “But I don’t eat in the dome.”

“I’m good with take-away.”

“What about park benches?”

My frown hurts. And then I realize - my shoulder doesn’t.

Bringing the sandwich up to my mouth, I hesitate. Fleur told me the sandwich bread wasn’t laced with peace serum but I’m always unsure. I glance over to her taking a bite and decide it should be okay. When she moves, it brings my attention away from the small pond we sit in front of, fish just viewable through the murky water skimming the surface on occasion.

“You have a lot of notes,” she says distantly, peering out ahead of her. The papers sit like a wall between us. “I hope Amity cracked up to what it was meant to be.”

“Surprisingly, I haven’t been shocked by anything. It’s not my first time here, it’s just been a while.” Tugging at my collar, my body is screaming for its daily dose.

She picks a piece of bread and throws it into the water. “Amity are good people. I like the fact that we are out of the loop with the other factions. I even believe the Factionless view us differently. We don’t get harassed by them as much as I hear from the others.”

“If you’re digging for what I’m writing about, don’t worry. I’m not aware of any changes apart from basics happening here.” Scowling, I take another bite, sitting further back and throwing a leg out while the nuisance pain strikes with a vengeance.

“I’m not digging.” She’s quiet as she chews. “Can I read them?”

I snort, kicking at the dirt with my outstretched leg. “No.” Rolling my shoulder, I shove the last piece of sandwich in my mouth and sit up, putting my elbows on my knees.

“Can I see?”

“I told you, no.”

“Not the notes, where you have pain.”

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I’m irritated and fidgeting, trying not to show any expression on my face. “My shoulder. It’s nothing. Unless you want me to take my clothes off for any other reason?” I smirk over at her.

“If that were the case, I’d ask you.”

“Mysterious and blunt, what a powerful personality,” I say.

“I could say the same for you… So, you won’t show me anything? Not your writing, not your scars, nor tell me what you are thinking?” There’s a smile to her voice.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking instead?” I brush her off, reaching for my bottle of water and unscrewing the lid.

“Where is the fun in that? And, you wanted to have lunch with me.”

I forgot I have a kink for inflicting torture upon myself. “You wouldn’t like me all that much if you really knew my thoughts.” Taking a long chug of my water, my hand quakes.

“Who says I like you at all?” She smiles mischievously when I glance over to her which tells me the exact opposite.

“For one, you’re still sitting here, asking me passive questions, and eating a dry sandwich. For two,” my lips rise up all on their own. “You’re trying to trick me into taking my clothes off.” She merely bursts out laughing, and it’s contagious.

Clicking her tongue after her laughter filters out, she sighs softly. “I’m thinking you should take your jacket off.”

“So, I was right?” I grin gleefully, feeling a bit lightheaded from laughing, which is weird because I can’t remember the last time I did.

“Partly.” She stands up and I watch her critically, rounding the bench to stand behind me.

“Which part?” I ask, her hands still stained with henna distracting me when they grip my shoulder, the smell of faint perfume, the pale underside of her arm seeming so delicate. She squeezes, kneading into my neck and it’s hard for me to relax. It’s like feeling constricted, bugs crawling up the skin of my legs. I want to stand up and repel away, instead, I opt to just turn my head and shrug her off. “Don’t.”

“I was only trying to help.” Dejectedly, she clasps her hands, the wind kicking up the skirt of her dress, her hair swaying in the breeze. “I should have asked. Maybe I’ve been in Amity too long.”

My laugh sounds somewhat condescending, yet it’s anything but. “I say that to myself about Dauntless.” Putting a hand through the shaved part of my hair, I’m starting to feel like a cunt.

“Is it because… there is someone in Dauntless waiting for you?”

“It’s because,” I begin, standing up and facing her with the bench as a wedge between us. “It’s,” I exhale sharply, instinctively lifting a hand up to feel the pill bottle inside my jacket. The job I do; only the other night putting a bullet between a sixteen-year-olds eyes, the screams, the blood on my hands. “I’m not worth helping,” I finally finish. “I’m a dangerous man.” Fleur’s eyes flash between mine, the crevice of a frown between her two neat eyebrows. “I’m not looking…” I stammer for the first time in a very long while. “I don’t want or need sympathy.”

Fleur crosses her arms and forces a smile, one that does falter. “If you’re ever going to change your mind…” she trails off, gazing back up the path. She gets up, shaking her head. Brushing past me, she says, “You know what? Don’t even bother.”

I scoff to myself in surprise as I listen to her footsteps fading away, popping the pills and swallow. I snort humorously - who does she even think she is? “I’m not bothering, don’t worry,” I say to no one in particular, feeling like a jackass nonetheless.

“Thank you, Eric, for all the hard work you have put in over the last two days,” Johanna shakes my hand. Hard work? She should try getting from one side of the Pit to the other on a Friday night.

Joe is next, shaking enthusiastically, and I hope to damn god I never see any of them again. “It’s been a real pleasure,” he tells me. “It helps to make us feel a part of the city we live in, though we are so far out of touch.”

“That’s great.” I whack his shoulder hard and turn my back on him, looking to Jimmy behind me. “You ready? He nods and jumps up into the truck, leaving me the window seat. As the truck starts, I keep my eyes out to the front, but I know I’m going to be catching glimpses of red for days - whether that is on my hands, or of Her skirt.

Pulling up to the Lot in Dauntless brings a weight upon my shoulders, namely - my bad shoulder as I roll it out. I was hardly expecting a welcoming party, so to see the one lone man, bringing his arms up in a huge gesture towards himself, is somewhat of a surprise. Frank obviously couldn’t wait for me to get back.

When the engine dies and I hop down, he strolls over with his trench coat open, a massive grin that he’s known for. “My boy!” he exclaims loudly over the emptying of the truck, man-hugging me and patting my back like it’s been years. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling.”

“I haven’t looked at my phone since the reception went. I’ll turn it on tonight,” I say, just as Jimmy tiredly steps to my side.

“How was the honeymoon?” Frank laughs, greeting Jimmy in the same fashion.

Smirking, I peer at Jim. “There was a lot of honey.”

“Is that so?” Frank winks before his expression turns serious. “Eric, we gotta talk. Now.” Suddenly thinking of Max, something ice-cold drops down my back. “You be on your way, Jim.” Corralling me away from the truck, there is a shift in his stance; a lowering of his head, but shoulders stiff, glancing around us. “If I’d have known about Amity, there were a few things I could’ve got you to do - check out for me, while you were there.”

“It was a fast arrangement. I didn’t know until an hour before and I had things to organize.”

“I get that.” He pulls out a cigarette and offers me one, which I take. He waits for the people to filter out of the lot before speaking again, keeping his voice low. “This is more of a personal thing. None of the other boys know.”

I laugh sardonically. “You got secret kids you’re not telling me about?”

“No, man.” He smacks my arm. “I got family in Amity.”

I stare blankly at him for a long moment. “You have family... in Amity? Don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m not,” he assures, taking a long drag. “And family as in just one family member…. I hope. Kind of a sweet-sour subject, so if you’d humor me a little bit of low judgment that would be great.”

“What about them?” I’m growing bored already of his long-ass, splintered sentence structures.

“I want to know how my little flower is doing.” I zone out instantly, thinking of Her. The waves in my brain buzz, my ears ringing. “She won’t speak to me. I get a very brief message from a nobody that goes out there on security turnovers. I tried calling you, boy. And this is why.”

My head begins to throb, specifically over my eyes. I rub my eyebrows frantically, feigning tiredness. “She?” Swallowing, my throat has gone dry, and my gut hasn’t caught up with my mind. “You could have sent an email, that would’ve got to me.”

“You know I prefer face to face or voice to voice for professional purposes. And she, as in, my half-sister.” He runs a hand through his dark hair, flicking his cigarette. “It’s a real long story. Daddy had a side-chick. Side-chick has baby. Sister goes Dauntless to Amity.”

“Why?” I cough suddenly, making Frank laugh. “Why have you never told me?”

“No reason to. You know what I said in the past, right? About people finding connections and…” he trails off distantly, staring over at the truck. “...weaknesses. It’s always used against you.” He grips my shoulder, meeting my eye. “Are you going back to Amity?”

“I don’t intend to. But then, I haven’t seen Max. And I won’t know anything until tomorrow. Got some work to do at home to get this finished.”

“So, you’re not heading out with us tonight?”

I shrug, “Duty calls,” knocking his hand from my shoulder.

“You get the word you’re visiting Amity again, you tell me, brother. I mean it.” Come to think of it, as I face him, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. I wonder if this is what Max had seen in me the night before he sent me to Amity. “Let’s get out of here, it’s freezing. Balls are going to drop off…” He begins to walk away, towards the parking lot’s steel door. “You up for a beer?”

I’m still far behind, hands shoved into my pockets, following a crack in the ground before letting my head tilt up, trying to seem impassive. “What’s her name?” My voice cuts through the chilled air, and Frank hesitates for the best part of several seconds, holding the door open, one foot in, one foot out, like my mind and loyalties. Maybe a sign, an unconscious sign…

“Fleur,” he says. Slowly, he points inside. “Beer?”

“No. Got work to do,” I say.

“Hm, work.” He pouts for a moment, seemingly thinking of talking back but eventually just nods. “I’ll catch you tomorrow morning then.”

My holdall is dumped the moment I set foot inside the door, slamming it shut behind me, looking at the pitiful excuse of the place I call home. It’s far from the freedom of Amity; a dungeon, a place where my most decrepit thoughts linger, hitting me straight in the face.

I pace a few times up and down, past the kitchen island, eyeing up my laptop on the end. The moment I turn it on I know the emails will come flooding in, my initiate reports long and boring. But what I can also do is search the database through my home laptop, using the network accessed by senior members, like myself, Max, Frank…

Running a hand down my face, the realization of spending almost half a day with Frank’s sister; seeing her naked, lusting after her, trying my hand at flirting, is wrong. If he found out…

The thought strikes me that perhaps someone saw me with her. That maybe an informant will give their information to Frank. My part was totally innocent. I didn’t know who she was, and now her first reaction to me makes sense. He called her Flower, a nickname. I asked her about the meaning of it and her mood dampened quickly.

She’s hiding in Amity from him. No contact, he said. No contact on her behalf means she knows more than she lets on about Dauntless, about Frank. She knows things about Frank that could be dangerous.

Was Frank also fobbing me off about his whole weaknesses speech? We all have family. We all come from somewhere. So why would he call it a weakness? I don’t have attachments, but most of the other guys do. So why does that make Frank hold this secret?

The laptop is open and I’ve perched myself in front of it without being completely conscious of it. I type in the passwords angrily, scorning myself. I should have seen it. I should have known.

The Dauntless logo is at the top right of the page, a search bar to place a name or location in the middle. I don’t know her second name, I doubt it will be Frank’s. Fleur and Amity are all I have.

It takes a minute to load while I chew my thumbnail, propping my arms up on the counter. Suddenly the information springs up, her picture - that same mysterious, lost appearance that had me so caught up. Her name, Fleur Morey, Amity identification: 1247745, DOB: July 7th, making her twenty-five, seven years younger than Frank. Other than that, her information is basic. But at least she is legit. Though, there are no specifics on family.

With no email or number, she really has cut herself off from Frank.

I can’t admit to him that I met her because that opportunity had escaped me the moment he told me her name and I stared back blankly. I should have mentioned it then, but I didn’t, and logically, I’m unsure of why.

My phone buzzes loudly, snapping me out of my trance-like state. Grabbing it from my pocket and putting it to my ear, Max talks first. “Eric, I hear you’ve returned. Because I haven’t seen you I guess you’ve gone back to finish up the report on Amity? - And that, because you answered your phone, you’re not out with Frank?”

“I’m just going over the notes,” I lie, with the picture of Fleur staring back at me. It makes me feel a little creepy, stalking her after only recently departing, but it’s within good reason. “I’ll have it done tonight.”

“Other than that?”

I log out, clicking off the database. “Everything was… fine.”

Max sighs down the phone. “No hard feelings for sending you out there?”

“You know me, I’m one for expressing myself quite clearly.”

He chuckles to himself. “See you at the morning meeting.” He ends the call without my reply; the light dying on the face of the phone when I put it on the counter, leaving me to sit here in an eerie silence. Alone again.

Entering into the boardroom for our usual meeting, I take a seat next to Frank. Though, he’s quiet. Too quiet. Barely glancing my way with his legs crossed and watching his own foot bounce impatiently on his knee.

Max is up front, standing authoritatively, the group waiting. “Eric has returned from Amity with a very fine report. It’s believed from the conditions he was met with, that the holding area they have within Amity is in poor condition along with any crime-log or activity, which makes it hard in general for Dauntless to operate.” Frank’s burning stare is at the side of my face but I ignore him, acting like I’m too enthralled with this speech. “He’s advised a permanent fixture. Someone to be named head of the project.” A woman at the front that’s always hovering around Max looks over her shoulder at me and I stare her out until she ducks away. “As we are prominent members of Dauntless, I think this matter should be discussed between us. A decision will be made today.”

Frank taps my leg. “You missed out last night,” he whispers, watching Max carefully. “Two detailed hits sent to Jeanine, deviating Max. She’s dealing with the backlash. Heath banged his long lost love, Pepper. And Jimmy whitied.”

Running my tongue along every individual tooth helps to stop my mouth from getting away from me. For the first time, when I glance at Frank, he irritates the living shit out of me. The nonsense he drawls seeming hardly thought-provoking. I couldn’t care less, but find myself pondering over whether Jimmy is alright or not.

Flexing my hands out, Frank taps me again, and this time I painfully clamp my eyes shut. Maybe Fleur was right, my lack of restraint is terrible. “I want you in on tonight's,” he tells me.

I turn my head and look him up and down slowly. “I’ll be in on tonight’s if I’m not busy. Since when did you feel the need to tell me what I’m doing?” His eyes glint, his top lip quirking into more of a snarl than a smirk. “I don’t take orders from you.”

“Not yet,” he smiles fully, motioning with his head towards Max. “But maybe someday you will.”

“Then that’ll be the day.”

“Eric!” Max’s voice booms suddenly, stopping me and Frank from sneering at each other. Neither of us had heard him calling me for the last couple of minutes, and that the room is quiet. “Eric, this entire boardroom is in favor of you representing Dauntless for Amity. I’m sure, as you have been once already, Johanna would be very pleased with your presence.”

“Thrilled,” I say, and Frank leans back with a scoff in his chair.

“You start immediately. Arrangements should be made for next week.” Max nods to the woman who is his insufferable shadow, handing her some papers. “Meeting dismissed.” The room moves except for me and Frank.

“I saw this coming,” Frank begins, sounding somewhat disappointed. “You’re going to be fucking off to Amity every week. It’s going to be occupying all your time.”

“Get off my back.” I go to stand but he grips my arm, my hand whipping back to his wrist, a defensive maneuver. “You really want to do this?”

“No, but do you?”

“Where exactly are you going with this?” I ask, shoving his arm away and flexing my shoulder. “You’ve been a little bitch all morning.”

“There’s something bothering me about you and I can’t figure out what it is. Maybe it’s just me. But I’ll tell you what I’m thinking, we’ve always been straight with each other, haven’t we?” He purposely smiles with all teeth. “I’m doubting how well you’ll hold up with what’s in store for Max. You know, last night was the first time you put us aside for work?”

“I’m doing my job. The job comes first.” That may be the first time I’ve said that.

“We come first. Or have you already forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten anything, but this is new. You’re like a bitter wife I left behind.” Frank’s never vocalized what comes first, it’s always been my guess, but right now I know he’s trying to lay it on, trying to break information from me. He’s looking for a way in, to stab the knife and twist it until I submit. “We are Leaders of a faction.”

“You’re also a sick man. A sick man who relies on medication. That was the deal. If you can’t turn up, you get turned out. And that ain’t pretty. Tonight, Eric.”

My eye twitches, casting a glare at him, one that would make any other person back down, but not Frank. “Fuck you,” rumbles out of my chest without any conceivable thought. “Fuck you. That was low - even for you.” As I stand up, my attention is drawn to a person by the door, leaning up against it - Leroy. He’s heard the tail end of our conversation, it’s written all over his face.

My back is so stiff, my muscles screaming to inflict pain on the next poor bastard. But they won’t get the better of me. As I get to him, he doesn’t move and I purposefully stop, staring coldly, unspeaking. I suddenly fake a large step towards him, causing him to jolt back in surprise and hit the frame. “Pussy,” I say with a smirk.

Heath keeps looking over from the seat next to me in the back of the car. This confirms he probably only knows partly of what’s happening. - Or maybe it’s just the pissed off look on my face

Leroy drives, and it’s Candor we are visiting, the great building in front of us. My mood is sour. I couldn’t care less, and I’m not enjoying being in Leroy’s or Frank’s company. “Leroy should take this one,” I say as the car stops, copying him from the night he elected Jimmy.

“We all go,” Frank frowns back at me.

“Wow, what a different attitude.” I yank on the handle of the door and open it, slamming it shut behind me. They are whispering in there in their few spare seconds and I don’t doubt it’s about my behavior. But I will not be told what to do. And I will act the cunt as much as I fucking want.

Hey, after all, Frank wanted me here tonight. Specifically tonight. And I’m going to make him regret it.

Tapping the window, I smile at Leroy. “Come on, you’re not backing out now, are you? I could really do with shooting some innocents again tonight. We tend to have a knack for it. Get’s me off,” I snarl the last part with a fake grin at his level in the window.

“Cut the shit, Eric,” Frank snaps as he emerges from the vehicle, lighting a cigarette. He inhales heavily and closes his eyes before he speaks. “Two refusements to pay tonight. You know the deal.”

We know the deal. The hand I’ve been dealt is bullshit.

“Please, please, please. I’ll do anything. I don’t have the points right now. There must be something?” The woman begged. Leroy glanced over to Frank while I stood back with Heath with a gun to her husband's head. “The medicine is for me, not him.” None of us moved, nor acknowledged her at first until Frank breathed in and crouched down to her level on the floor where she sat pleading on her knees in front of Leroy.

“You get one warning, sweetie,” Frank said, pushing back some of her hair. The husband moved and I pressed the barrel hard onto his forehead. His eyes met mine, and if only he knew how hard it was in that moment to keep myself passive. I could see the hate boiling under his surface. He would kill me now if he could. Even if the most harmless man was pushed hard enough, they will kill. “Then you get us at your door for your last chance. ...And you still can’t pay up.” He shook his head for dramatics. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Please,” she sobbed.

“She has a beautiful mouth,” Leroy spoke quietly. My eyes slid from the horror in her husbands towards Leroy getting a little closer to her. There was something different, something dark that I’d neither heard nor seen before. Leroy and Frank were pretty close, but from my new understanding, because they were just as sick as each other. Me and Frank had a different relationship - we used our heads.

“Indeed she has,” Frank said, letting a thumb slip across her lower lip.

I knew what I needed to do.

“Eric, you okay there?” Max asks, weaving behind his desk with a coffee. “You zoned out.” I feel cold all over, peering out towards the window.

I pulled the trigger. The backlash of warm blood splattered across my face from point-blank range.

My hand twitches with the noise of the gun in my memory and I whip my head back to Max. “What were you saying?”

“What the fuck, Eric?!” Frank called out, the husband's body slumping on the floor in front of me. Frank stumbled back and Leroy jumped to the side as I swung my gun towards the woman. She screamed, momentarily. But it was for the best.

I grip my hands together, blinking rapidly. Max seems to watch me closely for a minute, sipping his coffee. “Did you want one?” He gestures with the cup and I shake my head. “I have to admit, I’m impressed with the work you did. It’s detailed - can tell it’s your own words, of course,” he chuckles. “You haven’t lost it.”

“He moved,” my voice droned, putting an end to the night.

Raising my eyebrow, all I can think is, ‘Really? Because I feel like I’ve lost my damn mind.’

“You seem to be taking the thought of representing the adjustments in Amity pretty well.”

“Initiation is ending. I need something to focus on.” My thumbs twirl around each other. I need to stop this. I’m being too obvious.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Don’t criticize me,” I say.

He sits back in his chair and crosses his legs. “I’m giving you full authoritative permission on this. Your word is as good as mine. I’ll let all relevant parties know. But just…” He hesitates, rolling his lips to grimace. “Just don’t let me down.” He scoffs and turns in his chair more to the side. “I know I’m giving myself grief, having to try and coerce Frank into listening to a damn word I say. I was hoping I could work on him. Perhaps try and build a better relationship, if only for work.”

“Good luck with that.”

Max smiles somewhat then goes into a drawer next to him. “Radio, because the reception gives me a headache out there.”

“Add that to the long list of improvements,” I scoff sarcastically.

“I’m pretty sure the folk out there make sure to keep it that way.”

I sigh tiredly. “They are interesting.” The vow I told myself, to never linger in the land of regret, comes two-fold. The words I spoke aloud, saying I didn’t want sympathy, or that I couldn’t be helped were far from the truth. At the time, my back bristled and I responded the only way I knew how. But I brought back that sensitivity from Amity. The book my father wrote, viewing a relaxed life, the touch of someone who cared, which couldn’t gain anything from me, has ignited something. The gun in my mouth seems far away. The will to live harsher. Questioning everything that only a week ago I was passionate about.

The words are out before I can stop them, “Be careful with Frank. He’s a loose cannon at the best of times.” Standing up quickly, I take the radio, heading for the door.

“And like you ain’t?” he smiles. But if he’s smart, he’ll understand.

For the next few days, my life consisted of paperwork leading up to the Amity visit and arranging a new schedule, solidifying that the quota is capable between our security. In the night, I found myself just on simple visitations - premier warnings. Whether I was purposefully back seated or not, I didn’t focus on it. But I did see them afterward, joining them in the Pit. Though, it did feel like there was a distance between us. How they kept themselves to one side and I sat with Jim or Heath. My part as top dog in our faux brotherhood was shifting. I’m not blind to it. The question was, did I care?

...Not if my pain medication still fell into my hand every week.

That all fades into the background when my second official visit to Amity arrives. This time it will take me a few days, three to four to sort out how well this will work. And if what they say is true - that there isn’t a lot of problems with criminal activity or suspicious behavior. Because not only do I want to know why - so I can study it - but also if there is some backhanded business taking place. I have to say, a straggled bunch of factionless, fed and watered, then packed off into the sunrise sounds a little far-fetched.

The trucks are loaded, three to be precise, out in the Lot, ready for departure. I’m opening the cab door, checking whether I have my radio when I hear Frank call my name. I turn and he gestures to himself as per usual, like I should be in awe at the sight of him and says, “What’s up?”

Tightening my belt around my waist, I tap the knife on my leg to make sure it’s secure. “What is it?” I ask him, hardly paying attention while he holds the door for me.

“Shit’s been crazy busy. With the whole…” he rolls a hand out, saying, “Jeanine thing,” quietly. “I’m hoping when you get back we’ll have more of a chance to talk.”

“Yeah,” I say unenthusiastically. “I’ll be gone a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s cool.” He crosses his arms and looks shifty, so I pause, turning to face him. “Look, er... You remember what we talked about before? About family?”

“Oh yeah, a secret sister.”

He smiles and it drops quickly. “Can you find her? See what’s going on? How’s she's doing?”

“Why don’t you go to Amity when you next get the chance?” I brush him off.

Frank laughs. “She’d probably shoot me on sight.”

My eyes narrow in suspicion. “Don’t get along?”

“Brotherly-sisterly love. You know, that old cliche.”

I don’t believe a word of it, clambering up into the cab as he still stands with the door wide open. “I won’t go intentionally looking. But if I bump into her…”

“As long as that’s the only bumping you’re doing,” he subtlety warns me. It’s a normal tone, but I know he means it. He salutes, letting the door close.

When the engine starts and we pull off, I watch him in the side mirror, dragging a hand down his face. For the first time viewing him torn or a little lost at the sight of us trundling towards his precious Fleur. I can’t help but smile to myself. And hope, that when I get back Max is still around.

It’s late afternoon by the time we arrive and have the equipment unpacked. Johanna stands at a distance for the most part with a group of people, some of the Amity getting involved and helping. I am designated the same cabin as before, refusing the assistance of Joe quickly, assuring him I’m not stupid and can remember from the last instance.

We are offered a long table at dinner, and this time it’s quite riveting to see the plentiful uniforms of black swarming around the pinks and yellows. With no tag-along with me, I’m left alone, able to eat without a continuous droning in my ear. I’ve had my painkillers in advance, a full stomach, for once feeling pretty alert to the usual aches as the outside light fades fast with the evening.

Taking a sip of water, I look between the rows of tables, conscious of the fact that I’m not being watched, not by anyone, not like I am in Dauntless.

A wry smile begins to form across my face when I see Fleur enter. Avoiding the rows of tables, she grabs the last dregs of food from the lineup. She doesn’t wear red, but something pale orange. Whatever it is, it’s hideous.

Only when she steps through the archway on her exit do I get to my feet, following in pursuit. I know she knows something. She knows about what Frank does, she has to. And she’s heightened my sense of curiosity.

She takes the main path lit by solar paneled lights while I opt for the cover of darkness. She’s loud and uncaring when she walks, not the slightest clue I’m following. I round the back of the cabins as it merges into the forest, catching glimpses of her, even when she stops and taps something on her leg. Fleur looks behind her this time but continues on.

There is a bend in the path, narrowing next to a dark and unoccupied cabin, and I target that as my point of contact. Stepping onto the path, she suddenly takes a left, past a tree I hadn’t thought about.

I curse softly, I’ve lost her. But I still get to the tree, running along one of these shit built sheds.

My reactions are based on instinct as suddenly an arm with the knife darts out and a little hand tries perilously to grab my jacket. The knife clatters to the ground after a mere tap to the soft underside of the wrist, disarming Fleur quickly. I’m able to pull the balled fist from my jacket, spinning her and restraining it behind her back as her chest hits the side of a building.

“Careful. You’ll hurt yourself,” I hiss, listening to her breathing heavy.

“Why are you following me?”

With her hair in a ponytail, I can see the fine hairs at the back of her neck, the slope to her shoulder and down, leaning purposefully into her. “Now, why is an Amity so jumpy?” I ask sardonically. “So frightened?” I loosen my grip and spin her to face me, pushing back on one of her shoulders to keep her in place.

“How’s my little flower doing?” Her eyes widen, and I can’t help the one-sided smirk on my lips as I finally get a reaction.

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One Pure Thought - 2

PART 1

a/n: i started just writing smut and then got carried away and made a story....

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warnings: it gets frisky towards the end

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 4,409

Awakened by the persistent knocking, Eric groaned and climbed out from under the covers. Crossing his apartment, he had a good idea who it was causing the racket.

"What do you want, Abs?" Eric snapped, opening the door a crack to find Abernathy, as he had suspected.

"Missed you in the gym this morning," his friend spoke in a cheery voice, obviously much more awake than he was.

"I got my workout last night." Eric shifted, adjusting the door so Abernathy was able see over his shoulder and spy the sleeping body underneath the sheets of Eric's bed.

"Nice," he nodded, accepting Eric's alabi. "I'll catch you later then."

"Yeah, later," Eric grumbled, shutting the door and shuffling back to his bed.

"Who was that?" Geiger's voice asked, muffled by the pillow. Eric shifted closer, rolling the half asleep girl onto her back before he made himself comfortable between her thighs.

"Just Abs," he murmured, kissing at her collarbone while he lifted her legs, prompting her knees to wrap around his waist.

"And you let him see me?" She was aghast, pushing on his shoulder, forcing him to raise his head and look at her.

"He couldn't tell it was you, just some girl passed out on my mattress." Eric rolled his eyes before returning to nipping at her skin.

"Cut it out," Geiger moaned as she absently linked her ankles, pinning him against her. She arched into his chest as he trailed his tongue along her jaw before biting her ear. She hummed, melting at his touch. He squeezed her ass, pulling her to him as he ground his half formed erection into the apex of her thighs. Shifting her head, Geiger captured Eric's lips with hers just as the alarm on her phone went off.

Her eyes snapped open at the familiar, albeit annoying, buzzing. Jerked back to reality, she quickly unwound her limbs from around Eric's torso and pushed him away, hopping out of bed to find her phone. Eric sat up, watching as she crossed to the coffee table in the middle of his open-plan apartment. Tapping the screen, she turned off the alarm and the calm silence of the morning was restored.

Pivoting, she began to walk towards the bed. Eric was sure she was going to climb back under him so they could finish what they'd started. He was not happy when she stopped midway, tugging on her underwear and lifting her dress from the wooden floor boards.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, rising from beneath the sheets as she shook out her garment. Eric had been the same way the night before.

After their first round Geiger stood up, stretching with a yawn before moving to grab his jacket, which laid slung over the back of the sofa. While she was fishing her panties out of the front pocket Eric suddenly stood up, crossing the room in two strides.

"I'm not done with you yet," he hissed in her ear as he lifted her and returned to his bed. Soon she found herself blissfully on her back, sandwiched between him and the mattress. That's how she spent the evening, between him and the bed, and the dresser, and the shower wall, and then the bed again, until they both finally succumbed to exhaustion in the early hours of the morning.

"Getting dressed. I need to go shower before work," Geiger stated before tugging the cotton fabric over her head.

"Call in sick and stay here with me." Surprising her, Eric grabbed at her waist, bringing her body to his. "Spend the day with me," he suggested in a low voice as he ran his nose along hers, resting so their foreheads were together.

"You know I can't do that," she whispered, placing her palms flat on his bare chest as she looked up to meet his gaze. "If we both disappear for the day, someone will notice," Geiger pointed out with a sigh. "That someone likely being Goya and I'd never hear the end of it if they caught us in bed."

Eric's jaw clenched, not wanting to admit she was right. He loosened his grip on her, finally allowing her to back away from him.

"Come back tonight, then." He stood with his arms crossed as he watched her bend over and tie her shoes, enjoying the way the back of her dress rode up.

"Not happening." Geiger shook her head as she straighten and righted her skirt, stating, "This has been fun but I have a boyfriend. Nothing more is going to happen between us," before leaving his apartment.

And nothing did happen ...for a while.

Eric spent his days in turmoil. He had expected fourteen nights of having Geiger to himself without interruption and now she wouldn't even look at him during breakfast.

She knew he was staring, she could feel his eyes on her like a cool breeze running up her spine, but she fought herself and refused to meet his gaze.

Eric tried to corner her, hoping to intercept her as she passed through the cavernous hallways on her daily routine but Geiger knew Eric better than he realized. She was two steps ahead of him, circumventing where he waited with alternate routes.

He tried visiting her at work, but to his misfortune she was almost always busy with customers. Maybe if it had been a stiff or two he could've butted in line but none of the stoney faced Candor would let him cut in front of them. By the time he had reached the checkout counter, Geiger had already gone on break.

The one place he knew she couldn't avoid him was her apartment.

So Eric had taken up proposing to stay in and drink rather than going out. "I don't feel like being around the crowds in the bars, let's just watch a movie at your place," Eric suggested to Goya at lunch. They agreed easily enough and for a few evenings the two of them hung out alone. It was a day or so later when Geiger finally poked her head out of her room while Eric was in the apartment.

"Mind if I join you guys?" she asked in a sleepy voice, curling up on the couch. She positioned herself on the far end of the sofa with her sibling between her and Eric. While this likely went unnoticed by Goya as being significant, Eric couldn't help but feeling like it was another cold rejection from her.

He did not like being slighted by her and was certain that if he had just had a few moments alone he could get what he wanted and convince her to join him in bed again. Geiger also realized this and that's why she had so adamantly evaded being alone with Eric for even a second.

When Goya eventually stood to use the bathroom, Eric jumped at the chance to question her. "You've been avoiding me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Geiger crossed her arms, refusing to return Eric's gaze.

"That's funny," he sneered, "Since I can't seem to get ten seconds alone with you." He continued to let his eyes burn into her, watching as she squirmed in her seat.

"And why is it so important you get ten seconds alone with me?" She rolled her eyes as she lolled her head to the side, the annoyance radiating off her in waves.

"You know why." He fought back a snarl as he spoke, his expression souring at her response.

Geiger sat motionless for a moment, her arms tense and wrapped across her chest. She clenched her jaw as she debated her response. "I told you nothing more was going to happen," she stated through gritted teeth as he seethed next to her. They could both hear the toilet flush from the other room and a moment later Goya walked in on their staring contest.

"I've changed my mind," Eric snapped as he stood up, grabbing his jacket from the chair, "I'm going to the Pit. You coming with?"

"Yeah sure," Goya shrugged, grabbing the keys from the hook next to the door before following Eric. "You good?" Geiger huffed in a slightly affirmative way, looking back to the tv as they closed the door behind themselves.

. .-. .. -.-. .- -. -.. -. . .. -.

"I'm getting ready to close up," Riley called from the other side of the counter as Geiger groaned and stood from her crouched position. She had finished stocking the shelves just in time. Gathering the empty cardboard boxes she crossed the tiled floor of the small shop, walking towards her co-worker, "No sign of Mr. Hot Grumpy-Face today."

"I should count my blessings," Geiger scoffed as she pulled at the glued flaps of the boxes, breaking them down flat before shoving them into the recycling bin.

"Why are you avoiding him anyway?" Riley leaned back, resting her elbows on the formica countertop and raising an eyebrow at Geiger while she grabbed the bin and dragged it out back. Upon return Riley stood in the same spot giving her the same look.

"We slept together, alright?" Geiger finally blurted out, "It was nice—okay, it was a lot more than nice, it was fucking awesome, but he's not my boyfriend."

"So?" Geiger continued to busy herself with tidying, ignoring Riley's gaze and questions. "Isn't infidelity like a thing in Dauntless? I thought it was no big deal to sleep with other people?"

"No, it's not normally," she sighed, standing up and letting her shoulders slump, "But River's not normal Dauntless, and I don't want to be the asshole who fucks him over."

"Even though you already have." Geiger shot daggers with her eyes at Riley for her honesty before she finished her sentence, "He just doesn't know that yet."

"Basically." Running her hands through her hair Geiger sighed, it was never fun hearing the truth, especially from some Candor.

"You should just cut your losses and fuck the guy you enjoy fucking," Riley suggested with a shrug, turning to face the till, preparing to count the day's profits.

"Easier said than done," Geiger mumbled under her breath as she pulled off her work apron and hung it on the clothes hook. "Okay, I'm finished, I'm going to head out."

"Hey, if you wanna get your mind off stuff, I'm going out drinking tonight with friends, you should join us," Riley offered, feeling slightly bad for ruining Geiger's mood. She was aware that other factions didn't always appreciate the blunt reality of Candor.

Geiger paused for a moment, turning the idea over in her head before nodding, "Yeah actually that'd be fun. I'd totally be up for that."

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Looking over her shoulder to the floor length mirror, Geiger smiled, pleased with the black romper she'd chosen to wear for the night. Paired with chunky platform heels, she felt confident and eager to go out dancing. Throwing her phone and wallet into her pockets, Geiger stepped out of her bedroom to find Goya and Eric sitting on the couch, each with a beer in hand.

"What you think?" she asked aloud, catching their attention before she did a quick twirl, the loose curls in her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she faced them again.

"Very nice, what's the occasion?" Goya asked, looking at her from over their shoulder while Geiger acted like she couldn't see Eric's jaw clench as he eyed the length of her shorts.

"Nothing special, just going drinking in Candor," she replied with a shrug while crossing the floor to gather her roomkeys.

"Who do you know from Candor?" Eric questioned abruptly, prompting Geiger to finally make eye contact with him.

"Riley, we work together at the shop," Geiger stated before sticking her tongue out at him. Though she meant it as a childish taunt, the action had quite a different effect on Eric. He felt something roar in his chest, like squirting lighter fuel on to a smoldering fire, watching her walk away to the front door.

"Not sure when I'll be back." Grasping the doorknob, she twisted her wrist and looked back at the pair of them, "So don't wait up."

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Stumbling into the apartment hours later and very drunk, Geiger regretted not telling her sibling to leave a light on for her. Still relatively new to the floor plan, she did not have a perfect mental map of the layout and obstacles between the entrance and her bedroom. Shuffling carefully, she moved her way toward the side table she knew was in the front hall. Geiger realized she'd overestimated her distance when her big toe slammed into the table leg.

With a string of curse words, she dove to catch the lamp that was jostled from its perch before the ceramic body met the cement floor and shattered. With a sigh of relief, Geiger remained crouched on her knees, clutching the lamp to her chest like it was a small child.

Gingerly placing the lamp back where it once sat, she reached for the switch and clicked the light on. Only it didn't turn on. Sliding her hand further up, she checked that the bulb was in place before assuming it must've come unplugged in the commotion. Swearing aloud to herself again, the drunk girl shuffled on her hands and knees back towards the door where she knew the plug was. Placing her ear to the ground, and wishing she had nightvision like a cat, she peered into the darkness beneath the bookcase that sat in front of the socket.

"Shit," she hissed, reaching blindly under the bottom shelf hoping she could feel the cord and plug it in by touch when suddenly a bright spot light turned on behind her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Eric grumbled, half awake as he grabbed his cellphone and turned on the flash light. He'd been sleeping soundly on the couch until Geiger had come home. He ignored her at first, thinking she'd just walk by and go to bed but apparently instead of doing that she had to crash into everything in her path while cursing at full volume. It wasn't until he'd sat up right and shone the light toward the front door, towards where he could hear her, that he noticed she was bent over on all fours with her head to the ground and ass in the air on full display. Eric's blood boiled as he damned his luck and she sat back on her heels to look over her shoulder at him.

"I'm just trying to turn the lamp on, asshole," she returned as she stood up and pulled her own phone from her pocket, switching on the light. She'd never say it aloud, but she felt like a fool for not thinking of it sooner. Geiger stepped forward, though she now had a light to see where she was walking she continued to swayed precariously, still stumbling in her platforms. Due to her her blurred vision and focus on not tripping, Geiger barely noticed as Eric rose. Hounding the end of the couch he moved next to her and encircled her waist with his arm, steadying her against himself.

"Let go of me," she whined, pushing on his forearm to no avail.

"No, you're so drunk you can barely walk," Eric pointed out, rolling his eyes, even if he knew that she couldn't tell in the dark.

"It's your fault," she countered, continuing to wiggle within his grasp in attempt to gain freedom, "It's all because of you and your stupid face." She punctuated the last word with a slap to his chest which hooked his attention.

"Oh really?" Eric drawled, amused by her drunken antics and childish behavior. "What does my stupid face have to do with you getting drunk?"

Geiger fumed as she stilled and looked up at him, "I went drinking hoping I could think about something other than sitting on your stupid face for a change!"

The corners of Eric's mouth slowly lifted upwards in a grin as he watched her, the blush in her cheeks rising in reaction to her proclamation. He reveled at seeing it register in her eyes what exactly she had admitted to him outloud.

"That can be arranged," he murmured quietly as he lifted his free palm to rest on the side of her neck, bringing his thumb to trace along her jaw bone, "but only if I get what I want first."

"Oh? And what do you want?" She spat with a defiant stare while still dropping her head back as his thumb pressed against her chin, guiding the angle of her neck. With the added height of her shoes, Geiger stood nearly eye level with Eric, but he still made sure she would bend to him.

"I want to make you pay for being a brat and ignoring me for two weeks," he hissed, his fingers flexing their grip on her as he spoke.

Surprising Eric, Geiger laughed. She pushed back on his chest once his hold relaxed, stepping away as she smirked at him, "You're the worst." Turning on her heel, Geiger stumbled across the dark living room towards her bedroom door, thankfully, hitting nothing on the way.

"Well?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to him across the dark room, "You said you wanted me alone for ten seconds. Are you going to join me or not?" Eric stalked across the floor, stopping just in front of Geiger who stood at the threshold of her room. With an impish smile, she reached forward, grabbing the waistband of his pants before backing up and pulling him into her space as she swung the door shut behind him.

Guiding him over the carpet she placed her palm on his chest, lightly pushing him to sit on the edge of her mattress. Eric leaned back, propping himself up with his hands resting behind him on the comforter while he watched her, eyeing the sway of her hips. Crossing her arms, Geiger reached towards the spaghetti straps of her romper, slowly pushing them over the curve of her shoulders, putting on a show for him. She saw how Eric's eyes followed the black cotton as it fell to the floor once she lowered her arms, leaving her nude save for a pair of lace underpants.

Geiger bit her lip, excited by the fact she had his full attention. Gathering her hair, she secured it with an elastic tie before resting her palms along his thighs and dropping to her knees. With a gentle nudge she guided his legs apart so she could move closer in between. Grabbing at his waistband again, she made sure to snake her fingers under the band to his boxers, too. He lifted his hips, aiding her while she removed the garments.

Looking up at him through her lashes she realized Eric's expression could only be described as a self satisfied, shit-eating grin. He gazed at her on the ground below him. Reaching forward, Geiger wrapped her fingers around his half formed erection and began to pump her fist. Sticking her tongue out she moved forward and maneuvered her head so the breadth of her tastebuds ran along the bottom of his shaft from base to tip. She could hear his suppressed groan as she watched his adam's apple jump.

Shifting his seating, Eric reached forward, running his fingers along her hair before grabbing her ponytail once she wrapped her lips around his head. He let out a guttural moan as she sank forward taking more of his length into her mouth. He felt a sharp scrape, causing him to hiss in pain. Instantly he tightened his fingers around her hair and gave a forceful yank to let her know he was dissatisfied. Heeding his warning, Geiger returned to her former ministrations, hollowing her cheeks while sucking as she pulled back and avoided using her teeth.

"Fu-uck," Eric mumbled as she continued to bob, cupping his balls in one hand and stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't cover. Letting his head roll back, he reveled in the sensation of her warm mouth around his cock. His hips jerked involuntarily, hinting to Geiger he was close to release. With her final pull, she lowered her teeth again, letting them drag along the entire length of the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

Eric responded immediately. Hunching forward he yanked her away, pulling her at the base of her ponytail as he forced her to bend backwards in a contorted posture. "The fuck is your problem?" he snapped, leaning in as she gave him a dopey, drunken smile.

"It's hot when you're angry," she giggled, still resting her palms in his knees, trying to keep her balance as he held her in the uncomfortable position.

After tightening his grip on her hair, Eric spat on her face. Still smiling, Geiger snaked her tongue to the corner of her mouth, attempting to lick up what she could of the glob of saliva on her cheek. Eric, who had already been so close to finishing before she bared her teeth, nearly came just watching her now.

With a primal noise akin to a growl, Eric lift Geiger up by her hair. She moved with his motions, wrapping a hand around his wrist to relieve the pain in her scalp as he tossed her face first onto the bedding. "I should fucking hate you," he snarled, entangling his fingers with the waistband of her panties before ripping them away.

"But you do~n't," she replied in a sing song voice as she brought her elbows forward, bracing herself to lift her bottom and wiggle her hips. She yelped at the stinging contact of Eric's palm against her cheek. He slapped her ass again but Geiger continued to drunkenly giggle, thoroughly enjoying his ire.

Moving above her, Eric clamped one hand around her shoulder, pushing her upper body further into the duvet as he pawed at her thighs. Making room for himself, he came to to settle between her knees, the head of his erection resting in the cleft of her bottom.

"I don't want you to enjoy this," he seethed in her ear while gripping his shaft to line up with her entrance. Geiger couldn't fight back the moan that slipped past her lips as he sank into her from behind.

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Ultimately, Geiger was not surprised when she woke up in bed alone.

The night before she had dozed off curled up with Eric,,, her head resting on his chest. She enjoyed the slow rise and fall of his breath as he gently stroked her hair. There was nothing either wanted to say to the other. Simply existing in their moment together was enough. They feared any sound would break the spell, shattering the idyllic bubble of three AM that had settled over them.

So they stayed silent, laying naked with limbs still entangled in the bed linens. Though it felt to the pair as if time stood still in the dark of her bedroom, sure enough morning would come and they would have to face the world, pretending that the events of the previous evening had never occurred.

Once Eric could hear the light snores of Geiger's slumber, he carefully freed himself from her embrace and snuck away, returning to his apartment.

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"Missed you this morning," Goya stated, slamming their tray onto the table across from Eric. Geiger was right behind her sibling, taking her usual seat to their left. "I thought we were going for a run at dawn?"

"Yeah, uh," Eric stammered for a moment as he dipped his spoon into the porridge. "I got a booty call last night after you crashed." He took a bite of the hot cereal as everyone greeted Abernathy who settled into his seat at the table.

"Yeah? Same girl as last time?" Goya's eyes brightened with curiosity about Eric's new fling who he had so carefully kept a secret.

"This the broad I saw in your bed last week?" Abs questioned, joining the conversation as he munched on a piece of crisp bacon.

Eric cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at Geiger. "Yeah, same girl," he grunted before focusing his attention on his food.

"You've seen her? What's she look like?" Goya pressed hoping to satiate their curiosity and gain some information that Eric would not give.

Abernathy shrugged as he reached for the metal carafe in the middle of the table. "Donno really, hard to tell from across the room, she was passed out. Had longish brown hair and looked skinny, though," he explained as he poured himself a cup of orange juice.

"I think you just described half of the girls in Dauntless," Goya grumbled, unsatisfied with the answer. "Hell, by that description it could've been Geiger in his bed." Eric felt his stomach drop at the words and Geiger coughed mid sip, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep from spraying backwashed oj over her breakfast.

Before either of them could respond, stating the ridiculousness if such an insinuation, the attention of nearly everyone in the mess hall was drawn to the doorway. A large group of soldiers entered the room, each still wearing most of their tactical uniforms in contrast with the rest of the room who were eating breakfast in casual t-shirts.

They dispersed slightly, some heading to queue in line for food as others moved to find their friends among the tables. Once Geiger spotted River she jumped out of her seat and hurried over to him.

Flinging her arms around his neck, Geiger greeted her boyfriend in an almost unnecessarily flamboyant fashion. He caught her easily enough, stepping back to brace the impact of her against his chest before he brought his lips to hers. River spun Geiger around as he clutched her to him, cooing in her ear about how much he'd missed her. The tall ginger was so engrossed with their reunion he missed the sly expression Geiger shot over his shoulder, locking eyes with Eric.

Eric scoffed as he broke the connection, turning back to the two still seated with him, "You really wanna meet my new girl? Let's all go out to The Pit tomorrow, I'll bring her along." Both Goya and Abernathy seemed pleased with his suggestion and now Eric had twenty-four hours to find some brunette to show off to his friends.

PART 1

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ODIUM

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Chapter 6

As I hurriedly put on my pants for the war games, I grab my badge, and phone before rushing out. I zip and button as I step out, and begin to follow initiates towards the doors outside. I feel a grip on my bicep, and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. I look up and it’s Eric, and I wonder what he wants now.

“War games don’t begin till another 30 mins, you don’t need to rush,” He speaks to me sweetly. I squint at him, as I feel like he’s lying to me on purpose. “Max needs to see you in his office. I suggest you hurry,” He smiles at me, and I roll my eyes rushing up towards the nearest flight of stairs. I jog up quickly until I’m by his office, and I wiggle the door but it’s locked. I groan out loudly to myself.

I turn back around and into the hallway looking for anyone that might know if he’s in there still or roaming around. I hurriedly walk around until I spot Max at the end of the corridor. I run over to him, and he stops noticing my presence.

“You wanted me?” I ask, and he shoots me a confused look.

“No? Is everything alright?” He asks, furrowing his brows as he stares at me up and down. I replay the moment with Eric again, and curse to myself. I hear the train’s loud horn, and I groan in frustration.

“I’m going to fucking kill Eric. I’m sorry, I need to get to the train before I miss the war games,” Max laughs as he sees me take off back down the stairs.

I glide down one rail, and pace myself making sure I don’t fly face first into a flight of stairs. As I reach ground floor I push it open, but it doesn’t budge. I push again, and peek through the window to see there’s a small wooden plank wedged in between the handles. I scream out in frustration, and kick the door repeatedly till I hear cracks. I kick it one last time, and the wood splinters, and falls to the ground. I take off towards the doors that lead outside, and thankfully they were open.

I spot the train taking off slowly, and I start running at a moderate pace trying to catch my breath. The train starts to pick up, and I pick my pace up hearing my feet stomp on the gravel trying to keep up. I don’t realize how fast I’m going but I manage to grab onto one of the side railings. As I latch on Four notices me, and pulls me in. He looks impressed, and stares at me a bit longer before walking off in the direction behind me.

I struggle to control my breathing for a bit, but stay calm and steady. Em, and Caleb are the first to spot me and join me in the middle. “Hi,” Em speaks.

“We thought you weren’t gonna make it when we couldn’t find you by the stop. Where did you go?” Caleb asks.

“I was supposedly supposed to meet Max, but he wasn’t aware that I was supposed to meet him either,” Em shoots me a confused look.

“Who let you out?” I hear Eric speak next to me, and I look at him.

“Max,” I cock my head to the side and smile at him.

“Max did?” He raises his brows, and I nod. He’s silent for a few moments more, but looks between Em, Caleb, and I. “Okay,” He purses his lips. He looks back at me one more time before joining back with the rest of the initiates.

Four throws two long, and narrow duffle bags into the middle of the train. “The games simple, it’s like capture the flag,”

Eric unrolls the duffle, and pulls up a long metal weapon. “Weapon of choice,” He holds it up mid-air.

“You call that a gun?” A girl beside Eric scoffs, staring over at Wyatt to her left. She’s naturally very tall and slim. Probably five foot eleven to six foot. She has medium length brown hair, and brown eyes, and I wonder why I hadn’t recognized her sooner. Eric pulls back the hammer, and shoots her in the leg. She falls back onto the walls of the train, and slides down to the floor in agony. She groans out, holding onto her thigh as she shoots daggers at Eric. She’s still whimpering as Eric leans over, and pulls out a small, metal, serum filled bullet.

He holds it up for everyone to see, but sets his eyes on me as he speaks. “Neurostim dart, stimulates the pain of a real gunshot wound only last a couple of minutes. Two teams; Four, and I are captains,”

“You pick first,” Four gives Eric the honor.

“Okay,” Eric gives Four a pleased look. “Edward,”

“I’ll take the outsider,” Four looks over at me, but then back up at Eric.

“Oh,” He drones out. “Picking the ones who’ll never make it so you’ll have someone to blame when you lose?” He nods his head.

“Something like that,” Four smirks back at him, and I can pick up the hint of rivalry already.

As the train nears both teams split ways, and wander off to either side of the abandoned amusement park. “Where did Eric’s team go?” Zephryine questions the team as a whole.

“They must’ve gone to the end,” Artiste explains. Four pulls out a neon yellow flag, and holds it out with him.

“Alright, lights off. Gather around. What’s your strategy?” He questions them.

“We can hide the flag so they won’t find us,” Artiste speaks.

“I say we blitz em, beat them with sheer force,” Another initiate speaks up. They all argue and chatter about different tactics, but I look around my surroundings. I sneak off, and push open one of the building doors. I run up the flight of stairs till I’m at the roof, and I sneak to the edge to peek at the rest of the park.

“You think like my girlfriend Tris,” I jump slightly at Four’s voice behind me.

“Great minds think alike,” I state, and he chuckles.

“What’s your plan?”

“Spot the flag, and,” I pause looking around, and spot a flash of neon green by the top of the bell tower. “Split into four. Two groups along the sides, two in the middle. Whatever team makes it to the bell tower first will give us a signal, and we’ll fight the rest off until they can get to the top,”

“Good plan, I’ll warn the rest, and send Emily, and a few others towards you,” I shake my head, and follow him down and out making sure not to cause too much noise.

“Hey, what about Eric?” Four asks, and I turn.

“I’ll deal with him. Just make sure to try and overthrow his team and reach the tower first,”

Shortly, Em, Caleb, Zephryine, and Artiste are awaiting me. “Now, we can stay in the same side location but we must split. They’ll notice if we’re paired up. If you hear any cries for help, try to help each other out. If you spot the flag or are near the bell tower abandon us, and go for the flag,”

Everyone nods, and we all split sneaking off into the different corners, and shadows. I crouch behind the shadow of some bushes when I hear footsteps, and keep still as a few of Eric’s team members pass by. I wait until they’re past a few buildings before I jet to the end of the amusement park. I see a few members from my own team jog up to me.

“Eric’s in the bell tower. What do you want to do?” One of them asks.

“You attack where the most of his team members are. Distract all of them from entering the bell tower. If he’s the only one in the tower, I can handle him,” They all nod, and run back off. I hear the first round of darts, and I bolt to the tower’s entrance shielding my face. Luckily, everyone seemed preoccupied with fighting each other that I was able to access it with no problems. I sneak in slowly noticing one lone member guarding the bell tower door.

I sneak up behind him, and keep him in a chokehold until he’s knocked out. I lay him down gently, and pull my hammer back as I sneak up the stairs. Before I can push open the door above to climb up I feel something grasp my foot, and I’m yanked down the stairs. I turn towards the person dragging me, and I notice it’s Wyatt. I aim at his neck, and he falls down the last flight of stairs. He screams out in pain as his body meets with the concrete on the ground level. As I run to look over him, I see two more darts hit him and I look up to find Zephryine, and Artiste by the doorway. He groans out in pain as they both near. Zephryine walks closer and shoots him one more time near the groin. “Asshole,” She mutters before following us both up the stairs.

“Thanks,” I huff out, and they just smile in return. We approach the upper doorway as a trio and are greeted by two more of Eric’s teammates.

“Go, we’ll deal with them,” He nudges me, and I climb up the ladder trying to avoid getting darted but feel a pinch on my outer thigh as I push open the hatch, and climb up. I whimper out in pain, and crawl up trying to recover from the dart shot to spot Eric. He’s seated on the floor with his dart gun pointed at the middle of my forehead. Fuck me.

I keep eye contact with him, and swat the gun out of my face with enough force to throw him off. I ball my fist up with my other hand, and swing at his face, landing a punch right on his lip. He clenches his jaw, and spits a bit of blood on the floor beside him. His hands land on my throat, and I struggle to reach him as he begins to push himself up off the floor with just his knees. I wrap my fingers around his wrists, and push back settling him back on the floor.

I somehow manage to straddle him to prevent him from standing as I reach for the dart gun beside me. His eyes flicker over to where I’m reaching and he loosens his grip on my neck, giving me enough time to reach for it, and stand up. I shoot him once in the chest, and once in his lower abdomen. He groans out in pain as he lays on the floor, and I walk over and crouch beside him. I grab a hold of collar and pull him up to me as he yanks one of the darts out of his chest, and throw it off to the side.

“You’re making this game so easy,” I joke, and kiss him on his cheek before pushing him back and shooting him in the chest one more time. He yells out in frustration, but I turn back to the edge of the bell tower and grab the neon green flag. As I take it off, and wave it I hear Artiste, and Zephryine climb up and join me.

They’re both laughing as they spot Eric on the floor still in pain, and join me to cheer loud. A few of our teammates notice us, and begin to celebrate. We just won our first War Game.

. . . . . .

My body feels alive. After the rush of adrenaline from the zip line I felt like I was ready to conquer the world. I follow the group of initiates that I went zip lining with, and follow them into the pit. This time it isn’t a bunch of dauntless brawling, but a bustling night life. People all gathered around in groups holding beer bottles, and mixed drinks.

“Last day of physical initiate training. We need to celebrate!” Zephryine exclaims. She grabs a hold of my wrist and pulls me to a small bar nearby. There’s a line of dauntless, and most are headed back into the pit, but there are still some seats empty by the bartender.

“Give me something strong!” Zephryine smiles at the attractive bartender, and he returns her smile with a smirk.

“You got it, beautiful,” He winks, and looks over at me with raised brows. “What can I get you? Something strong too?” He asks.

“Double whiskey ginger,” I smile, and he nods his head in approval.

“You ladies smoke? I’ll be out back in a few minutes,” He raises his brows, and I nod. Zephryine looks uncomfortable, but nods her head.

“I smoke, she doesn’t. But she’ll come,” I reassure him, and she squeezes my hand under the table as a silent thank you.

. . .

I’m three or four double whiskeys in, and I feel the buzz start to hit my system all at once. I question why I feel so drunk, and think about what I ate that day until I realize I hadn’t really. I had a two bananas, and an apple. That’s definitely not enough. I sigh to myself as I realize that I’d have to suffer being more fucked up than normal. Zephryine is a wild wind of fun; Dancing, and pulling me towards the pit.

“I’ll be out to smoke in like 20 mins. Both of you can meet me there,” Charlie, the bartender yelled over at us. I smiled, and gave him a thumbs up. While we were drinking we all shared some cool facts about each other, and Charlie seemed like a really genuine, down to earth guy. I could tell Zephryine was smitten over him, and I was happy she had found her own attractive dauntless member to befriend.

Music boomed through the pit, and my entire body felt really buzzed. Swaying to the beat was nothing but a breeze. Zephryine and I swayed, and danced to the rhythmic beat laughing as we both stumbled around quite a bit. I grabbed her hand swaying my hips, and started grinding on her lightly. A pair of hands grabs onto my hips, and I defensively swat them away. I look up to find a random dauntless member, and I furrow my brows, and drag Zephryine away. He continues to follow me, and I poke my index finger into his chest keeping him at bay, and away from me. He takes the hint with ease, and moves onto the next dancing girl. I feel a pat on the back of my arm, and both Zephryine and I turn to see Charlie.

“Hi,” She quips.

“Ready?” He asks, and we nod and follow him outside. He pulls out a pre-rolled joint, and lights it. He passes it to me, and we both exchange taking hits. I take another drag, and hold my breath letting the high really blend with my drunk-ness. We’re all sat on the floor so the effects of anything haven’t and won’t hit me till I’m up and walking.

“Cross faded at its finest,” Charlie laughs, and I laugh along with him.

“I wanna smoke, but I feel like I’d cough up a left lung,” Zephryine adds.

“Don’t worry, I can teach you one day if you’re free,” I raise a brow, and smirk in Zephryine’s direction. She glances at me quickly, but returns her attention back to Charlie. They move closer together, so I grab the joint and take another deep inhale. As I take another pull before passing it back someone snatches it out of my hand and hands it back to Charlie.

“She’s done,” I turn to my side, and see Eric. Who under the moon light, looks frustrated. Not an emotion I’ve seen so far. I’ve only experienced anger, and his childish temperament. I’m still holding in my inhale as he swoops an arm under my arm, and around my waist to pull me up. I feel light butterflies, but try to keep a straight face.

“Clean this up, and get back inside,” He speaks to Charlie, and Zephryine and they both nod. I blow the remaining smoke in his direction, and protest.

“Hey, hey. You can ruin my high, but don’t ruin theirs,” I pout as he shakes his head and drags me back into the pit by my upper bicep. He continues to drag me till we’re nearing the elevators. “Ow! You’re hurting my arm asshole,” I frown at him pulling back my arm, and rubbing it when he lets go.

“I’m the asshole. Okay,” He nods his head to himself, in a sarcastic manner. I feel my inner subconscious scolding me, and telling me to obey him and be quiet but my drunk side isn’t letting it slip.

“Yeah! You are! And you know what else you’re a real party pooper. I could’ve been having fun, maybe met someone nice. But you sabotaged that!” I cross my arms over my chest as the elevator doors open. I turn to go back to the pit, but he’s got my arm again and he’s pulling me back into the elevators.

“The only reason why I’m complying is because I’m drunk, and I have nothing better to do,” I say in a matter of factly tone.

As the elevator rides up, I feel the effects of both in me, and the elevator seems to make me dizzier. I open and close my eyes a few times taking in my state of mind, and mindlessly hop around the halls until we reach his door to his apartment.

“I forgot your passcode, but I have a badge! Badge to the rescue!!” I exclaim laughing to myself as I pull my badge out, and scan it letting myself in. I kick my shoes off in to the corner, and take off my jacket placing it on one of the couches. I plop on the couch, and make myself comfortable.

“Get up, you’re sleeping upstairs,” He states, and I look up at him with a confused expression.

“What if you bring someone over last minute. I’d rather just be here,” I pat the cushion, and look back at him. “It’s comfy! It will do!” I smile, and he takes a deep inhale.

“Upstairs, now.” He demands, and I pretend to be shocked.

“Demanding,” I roll my eyes, and follow him. I hear him growl lightly to himself, and I can tell I’m pushing his buttons. “Okay, master. I’ll obey your orders,” I pause turning back. “For tonight,” I raise my brows, and walk up the stairs.

I walk over to my duffle bag, and pull out makeup wipes. I rub the cloth all over my face till my face is completely clean, and I throw the wipe in the trash. I rub a small black hand towel over the rest of my face to get rid of the remainder before turning back to Eric’s bed. I see him toss a shirt, and boxers on the bed before turning to take off his clothes. He’s in his boxers only, and I can feel how odd I must look staring at him while he undresses, but my mind seems to only be concentrated on him right now.

I climb onto the bed, and he grabs my ankle and pulls me back. “Change into these,” He states, and I turn back to him with a pout.

“I don’t wanna,” I argue, crossing my arms over my chest.

He does another deep inhale, and I don’t wait to see his next reaction. I’m not wearing a bra. I think to myself, but a hidden spark of confidence tells me to not care, and take it off anyway. I pull off my shirt, and slide off the bed to take off my pants, and underwear. I slip on his boxers, and almost stumble over my own feet in the process. He steadies me with one hand, and let’s me hold onto him as I pull them up.

“Hands up,” He drones out, and I comply letting him place his shirt over my head.

As the material goes over my head I’m met with his muscular chest. There are small hairs peeking through, and I notice two bruises on his pecs. He moves from me, and sits on the edge of the bed pulling his socks off. I feel a strange impulse to straddle his lap, and though sober I may have fought the urge and went to sleep. I wasn’t sober and I didn’t want to fight the urge. As I straddle him, he doesn’t tense, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s tired or if he’s planning a way to throw me off and kill me. I keep staring at his chest, and the bruises that formed. My mind flashes to me shooting him in the chest with the nuerostim dart, and I feel a pang of guilt.

“Did I do this?” I ask him as I look up at him, and he’s already staring at me.

“It’ll heal, it was just darts,” He replies, confirming my thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” I reply, brushing my hands softly over his pecs. I look back at him, not surprised he’s still staring at my intently. It’s his thing, I guess. I take notice in his eyes, and his pupils are blown out wide. My core responds, and I fidget on him. His hands roam up my upper thighs, and grasp onto my hips hard. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I’m not sure if he can hear it too. Kiss him. My subconscious cheers, and claps in the background. My eyes trail from his eyes to his lips and back up. I notice the sides of his lip are still a little red, and puffy from when I punched him in the mouth. I move my hands up, and lightly trace over it with my thumb. I blink a few times, hoping that maybe I’ll snap out of this trance but I don’t.

I lean in and place a small, needy kiss on his lips. He doesn’t kiss back so I retreat pushing myself off of him. “I-um. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” I stutter out, looking down as I speak to him. When I look up he’s standing with me, and his chest is moving up and down. He doesn’t make any sudden movements, but when he walks to me I instinctively take a step back afraid that he might attack. I feel his hands grab my face and pull me to him as he kisses me hard. At first I’m surprised but I immediately melt into the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs my ass and hauls me up to his waist. I feel him turn towards the bed as I wrap my legs tight around his lower hips.

I begin to feel nervous as I have yet to have sex willingly with anyone, and briefly wondered if I should tell him if we go that far. I was too aroused at the moment to protest, and just moaned in response. He growls, and throws me onto the bed climbing in and over me. His lips latch onto the side of my neck, and he sucks hard. My eyes flutter at the sensation until I hear a loud knocking sound.

As easy as the sensations came, was as easy as they went. The knocking continued but gets louder over time.

“Eric, open up. We have a situation at the chasm,” I hear him growl, as he grips onto the side of one of my hips. He pushes himself off me, and takes a deep breath before pulling his clothes back on and heading off towards the door. I sit up on my feet as he walks towards the stairs. He looks back briefly, and pauses but continues to pace down the stairs. I hear the door swing open, and him bark at the dauntless outside his room.

I could only hear brief bits, but it involved something about something found in the chasm, and that it didn’t make any sense. But the door was already slammed shut before I could hear anymore.

What could be going on in the chasm that needed him leave this late at night?

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imgoldielikehawn · 7 years

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Tough Love Pt 18

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In the coming weeks I had several changes to make and quite a bit of business to take care of. I made things very clear between Eric and myself, leaving no room for confusion I told him I wanted nothing more than a business relationship. It was not an easy conversation in the slightest.

“HOW CAN YOU JUST WALK AWAY, AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH!” He slammed his fists on my desk.

“It was a lack of judgment on my part and nothing more Coulter, Why can’t you just understand that and leave it all be?” I kept my voice calm and commanding.

“BECAUSE YOU CAN’T JUST WAKE UP ONE DAY AND DECIDE THAT YOU DON’T LOVE SOMEONE, ITS NOT POSSIBLE!” He tossed his hands out to his sides and clenched his fists.

“I am not the same person I was before, I’m sorry” I looked at him.

“NO I wont accept this! When you come to your fucking senses I will be downstairs training!” he huffed and stormed out.

Every few days he would come find me and we’d have another row. There were days when I really wanted to give in and be everything he swore I was, but when I said I wasn’t the same person it wasn’t an exaggeration. When I returned from my slumber I had all sorts of new abilities and a lot of times I felt like I wasn’t alone inside my head. I just chalked it up to the presence of my mother within me until the day that changed everything…

After a full day of strategic meetings i should have been beyond walking but I felt like I could stay awake for days. When I got to my Penthouse, I had given up mine and Eric’s apartment and moved into the suite that came with the position of Faction Leader. Before the doors even slid open I could feel his presence inside. He emanated strength and rage and it called to me like never before.

I found Eric inside standing with his arms crossed across his broad chest. He worse his signature black vest but with no shirt underneath, his traditional dauntless jeans hung deliciously low on his hips. His hair was perfect like always but the expression on his face was dark.

“Come to me” He commanded. I walked through the doorway and it slid closed behind me. I only meant to walk over to him but my new found abilities had other plans. With speed I couldn’t control I was suddenly standing up against him and he didn’t even flinch.

“Are you afraid of me?” I challenged.

“No” he said and the sound of his voice sent shivers through my entire body.

“I am” I looked deeply into his eyes.

“Don’t be, I am more than a match for you.” he grabbed my shirt by the collar and quickly made a vertical rip down my shirt leaving my lace covered breasts exposed. I pushed his vest from his shoulders slowly savoring the feel of his arms under my fingertips. He pushed the remainder of my shirt from my shoulders, unbuttoned my jeans and spun me around so that he was holding my ass. I felt his rough hands pull my jeans down so that they pooled at my feet and his lips trailed my thighs with bites that sent shock waves through my core. When he spun me back around he leaned forward on his knees and licked my waist while leaving more bite marks on my skin. I guided him to a standing position by his chin and stepped out of my jeans. I continued to force him back until he was against the glass window of the penthouse. Using the ledge to sit on he pulled me onto his lap.

“What are you doing?” I asked and he silenced me with one single tongue stroke across my bottom lip, I moaned in response. Eric shifted underneath me and his growing erection made contact with my clit through my panties. I couldn’t help myself and I started to grind against him. I made eye contact with the ceiling when his hand forced my head forward. I could see his bright Blue eyes and nothing else as he began to grind with me. Our rhythm was smooth and in sync. My body began to writhe along with my hips while he held me steady.

“I Don’t care who you are now. Nothing has changed, you are still MINE woman!” Eric’s low rumbling voice sent shivers over my already burning skin. “Fuck Me Eric Please.. Please” I Moaned. My mental chalice was brimming over with desire. I was so open for him that no force on earth could contain the sensations going through my body.

Eric adjusted his grip so that he was holding me by my hair and my hips while I held fast to his shoulders. He started to move his hips and pelvis in an upward movement that sent my eyes into the back of my head as I tried to hold on to him and hold myself together. “I will fuck you when I feel like you’ve earned it, Do you understand?” His voice was so deep and rang with command. I did my best to nod my head for the invisible coil had come to a winding peak in my stomach.

“IM coming undone” I whispered biting my lip.

“You want to cum for me?” he whispered.

“Yee-ss” I closed my eyes tightly trying to control my breathing.

“Why, why should I let you?” he pulled my hair. I didn’t have an answer and I was just about past the point of coherent thought.

“Cum for me because I OWN you Aadya” he said in a low Husky voice. I felt the first wave of pleasure go through my pussy.

“Cum for me because you NEED me” he said so close to my ear and a second wave made my stomach clench.

“Cum for me because you LOVE me” he said into my neck and my head fell back as I moaned his name.

I could feel the aching in my arms and the soreness in my legs from Eric’s grip.

He lifted me up and carried me to the bed, dropping me like I was dead weight.

“wait!” I said as he turned to leave.

“I will not put my Dick in you again until I think you’ve earned that right. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep” he closed the door behind him and left me alone…

What the fuck just happened I thought to myself. I felt like a teenage girl who’d had sex for the first time. My body was still tingling from that dry humping experience. I covered my face and vividly watched myself and Eric over and over again in my mind. Powers or no powers Eric Coulter owned me and he knew it…

Moments like these with Eric were torture and it did not stop there. He would come into my office when I had visitors and order them to leave, of course they’d scramble out. He would come find me at dinner and demand I return upstairs. He was completely undermining my authority but not a soul said anything about it, Not even me. Eric also did something else; I was still learning to control my outbursts, many nights I had set fire to objects or sent things flying across the room but the second he spoke to me or told me to knock it off the chaos stopped. I often thought back to what my mother said about him. He silenced my demons and I would do anything to get back in his good graces. The first time I ever fully lost control I became something from a nightmare. My body burst into flames while we were supervising a supply pick up when one of the traders made a comment about how young I was and he was shocked that a woman was running such a strong faction.

Lucky for myself Eric never left my side and we were in the back behind the building going over paperwork. I burned the papers in my hands as the voices started up inside my head. Most of them demanding blood for being insulted. The man looked horrified and was petrified with fear as my body became engulfed in purple flames. In one swift movement Eric had slit the poor mans throat and turned to me. Without hesitation he reached forward and clasped my shoulders and the flames were gone. I panicked thinking id burned him and he showed me his perfect hands and arms. As fate would have it Eric was immune to most of my powers and trust me there were several days when I had tried to crush his skull with my mind. We made sure to keep all my abilities a secret until I could control them. I worried id end up in a lab somewhere but Eric had reassured me that no human on earth would be able to stand against me… For both of our sakes I hoped he was right..

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flawedimagination · 7 years

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Into the Night- Chapter 7

Pairing: Eric/OC

Fandom: Divergent

Rating: M

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I’m finally done with school! This will give me time to focus on the story. Warning: things get a little hot and heavy! Don’t judge me! lol! It’s my first time writing this type of scenario so sorry if it’s a little off. I swear I’m working on it! I’m going on vacation all next week so I wanted to get this out before I left! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own divergent only the plot and my OC. I also don’t own the song rights to Burning House by Cam (give it a listen!)

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When Rae arrived at Tibby’s house, Tibby and her mother were already frantically moving through the house getting ready. Tibby was wearing a short green dress that brought out her eyes perfectly. Her mother was in the process of doing her hair and putting on her halo.

“Rae, I’m so glad you’re here! When Tibby told me you were coming over I almost jumped over the moon.”

“Hi Mrs. Petunia, I’m sorry I’m late. I got held up.”

“Held up by Eric no doubt. Mom, you should have seen this guy today on the field he was unstoppable! Well until Joshua knocked him out.”

“Oh my! Why would Joshua do such a thing?”

“He’s jealous. They’re both fighting over Rae’s affection.” She gawked.

“Oh, how romantic.”

“Can we please not talk about this besides I’m with Joshua,” Rae said. “Yeah right! Look I have to go for Eric on this one. I mean come on Rae everyone saw you running to him when he hit the ground today.” Tibby argued

Rae hoped Tibby was exaggerating, she didn’t want people getting the wrong idea, most important Eric. But with what transpired between Rae and Eric in the grape pool today that probably wasn’t possible.

“I was just worried he got a concussion or something. I mean I’m not cruel, I’m not just going to let him lay there and die.” Rae defended.

“Sure, all I’m saying is when a man like Eric wants you he’ll get you.” Tibby declared.

Rae rolled her eyes and moved to sit down in front of the vanity. Petunia moved over to Rae, she began to run her fingers through Rae’s soft, golden brown waves. “I’m not surprised by the whole thing at all. Now show about we give those boys a show tonight?” Petunia smiled and looked down at Rae. Rae nodded and let Petunia work her magic.

The reflection staring back at her was hardly recognizable. Petunia had really put her talents to good use. Rae soft waves were now curled loosely and shaped her face perfectly like a frame falling just right over her shoulders. The makeup added to Rae’s face amplified her features astoundingly. Her plumped red lips would be a showstopper for anyone. The dark red dress was, of course, flattering to her curves, shaping her round hips just right. The top of the dress made Rae feel a bit self-conscious, as it was deeply low-cut and was only held by tiny thin straps. The two slits that stopped just below mid thigh were also a little uncomforting to her but Tibby was having none of it when Rae tried to pass on the dress.

“Rae you look absolutely stunning.” Petunia praised.

“You look fucking hot is what she means!” Tibby added getting a shooting look from her mother.

“Thank you. You both look absolutely beautiful too.” Rae replied smiling.

“Oh wait! Can’t forget your haloes!” Petunia remembered.

The haloes seem to tie everything together for the girls’ attire. Give them the Amity touch.

Rae soon remembered she needed to get to the Dome to get ready with Joshua. But then she thought of Eric’s burning command ‘I expect you to meet me at the front of the Dome before the party starts. Oh and don’t be late.’ Maybe it was more of a request than demand she thought, but then she remembered this was Eric. But her number one priority was to rehearse with Joshua once before they went on so they would nail it perfectly. She wasn’t about to let Eric dictate her song. She wrote the song herself and worked hard the past couple of months perfecting it. He wasn’t about to get in the way of that. Rae’s plan was simple, sneak around to the back of the Dome to meet Joshua.

“Come on Rae,” Tibby called out. “Coming!” Rae said getting one last look at herself.

Rae was lucky all of Amity decided to get to the Dome early, it kept her almost camouflaged. As she neared the Dome she didn’t see Eric anywhere, which made her paranoid. She still decided to walk around to the back just to be safe. As she entered there was Joshua tuning his guitar as always. Rae then remembered what had happened earlier that day and wasn’t sure exactly how to talk to Joshua. As she came closer to him, he looked up in awe at the sight of Rae nearly jumping to his feet.

“God, Rae You look beautiful.” He said almost speechless.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” She replied. Joshua only stared at Rae, looking her up and down as if she was a new discovery.

“Rae, look what happen today that well that…”

Rae stopped him before he could begin. “What you did today was horrible and cruel. It wasn’t like you at all. How could you do something like that?”

“I know. I know. It's just he got in my head and made me…”

“No don’t blame that on him. He played fair and never once did anything malicious. You have your own free will, Joshua. That was all you out there.” She argued.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have acted the way I acted. But Rae I would never hurt you and that guy you saw today I don’t know who that guy was but it wasn’t me Rae honest. I’m sorry Rae, please that’ll never happen again because when I’m with you, I’m the best person I can be. You bring out the good in me.” He said reaching out, taking her hand.

Rae could tell he was sincere but couldn’t help thinking about Eric and how she just defended him. She wondered if he was looking for her right now and thought about how grand it would be for him to find her talking to Joshua of all people. What would he do to Joshua? What would he do to her?

“I know everything’s been a little on edge so let's just move on from this okay? We need to focus on the song and the performance. You want to rehearse it one last time?” She asked.

“I’d love too.”

He already knew where she was, and with who she was with. Eric didn’t need to worry about Rae, but he did need to make it clear to her that she was his and was planning on doing that tonight.

He waited by the big oak tree for his request to be delivered. He started to become anxious because of the time, he didn’t like people being late to, especially at his request. He looked down the dirt road and saw a stumbling old Amity man heading in his direction. ‘This must be the guy’ he thought ‘a fucking drugged up amity hippie.’ The man somehow managed to make it over to Eric, which amazed him.

“You’re late,” Eric said to the scraggly hair man.

“Hey, man do you know how many big oak trees there are in Amity? I went around the entire compound looking for you, okay?” the old man replied

“Whatever. Did you bring it or not?” Eric asked

“Sure did. Took a little bit of it myself.”

“Wow, really I couldn’t tell? Are you sure this will work?” Eric said sarcastically.

“Yep. Man, just put a little in your drink and its smooth sailing from here. Enjoy the ride man but be sure not to use the whole bottle.” The man warned, handing the small bottle over.

“Why what happens then?” Eric asked snatching the bottle from him.

“Man you go crazy and start seeing things, I mean you see things anyway but this shit fucking spooky man you through like all these types of phases and stuff, do things you wouldn’t normally do, the whole nine yards, man.” The old man explained.

“Hmm perfect. Alright I’ll see to it you get extra points, but remember tell anyone of this and you’ll fucking wish sober once I’m done with your old hippie drugged up ass.” Eric warned, eying the old man

“Hey man, it's all about love here okay. Besides who's gonna listen to my old hippie drugged up ass anyway?” the old man said sarcastically.

“Good point. Now scram before someone sees.” Eric sneered

“Man, if there's one thing I've learned, is someone’s always watching.” The old man warned stumbling away. Eric watched as the old hippie made his way down the road thinking about his warning. ‘The only person always watching is me, I’m always watching,’ he thought to himself. Eric looked down at the bottle and smiled to himself.

“Looks like someone’s about to have an amazing night.” He said to himself, thinking about the person he planned on giving an amazing night too. Eric made his way towards the Dome with his plan set in motion, little did he know of the pair of eyes watching his every move.

The Dome was full of people dancing, drinking, eating, it was a large affair. The Dome looked beautiful all decorated and lit up. The food was placed before everyone to enjoy, the wine and other drinks were everywhere for people to grab. The crowd was an array of colors ranging from reds, yellows, greens, and even a few black thanks to Dauntless. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it. Johanna moved through the crowd, greeting and chatting with everyone. She looked for one person, in particular, Eric. She herself became paranoid of where he was but snapped out of it quickly when she saw Rae.

“Oh, Rae you look stunning.”

“Thank you. I feel like I’ve been saying that a lot tonight.”

“Well, you look beautiful. Are you ready to sing?”

“I’m honestly a little nervous. Have you seen Eric anywhere?”

“Eric? I thought he was with you? He’s not? Wait. Why do you want to know where Eric is?”

“I kind of skipped out on him when he told me to meet him before. I just want to be prepared for my “punishment” that’s all. Are you okay you seem a bit…”

“I’m fine dear. Look I have to greet a few more people. Then I’ll announce you on stage. Good luck! I know you’ll do great.” Johanna said quickly kissing Rae on the cheek.

Rae watched Johanna sliver through the crowd. She wondered what was up with her and her mood. She turned to look through the crowd to see if she could spot Eric. She instead saw Poppy standing by himself admiring the area around him. She approached him, wanting to talk about last night.

“I’ve been to more than twenty of these things and I’m still amazed.” He said looking around and then settling on Rae. “You look beautiful Rae, Just like your mother.”

Rae couldn’t help but tear up “Poppy I’m sorry how I spoke to you last night it wasn’t right of me.”

“Oh don’t worry about it, Sweet Pea. I shouldn’t have kept on about Eric. It’s your life you decide your future. And Sweetheart I’m so proud of you, through all of this. You really are a strong woman your parents would be so proud to see you today.”

Rae embraced Poppy holding him tight as if he would blow away. She couldn’t stay mad at him, he was the only person that had been through it all with her and understood her. Rae pulled away from him when she heard her name called out by Johanna’s announcement. Rae then pushed her way through the crowd to the side of the stage as Johanna was explaining how hard she and Joshua had worked. Rae kept inspecting the crowd looking for Eric but couldn’t find him. ‘Was he not here? Is he going to miss my song? Did I do something wrong? Why am I concerned with Eric and what he thinks?’ she thought.

“Please welcome to the stage, Rae and Joshua.”

Rae quickly snapped out of her thoughts and walked up the stairs. All of Amity was there tonight. All eyes on her, well almost all eyes. Once she got to the mic she scanned over crowd realizing how big it was. She almost choked when she opened her mouth and sounded a bit fragile and frail.

“I’d like to dedicate this song to my parents.” She stated to the crowd. She looked down at her feet realizing she was about to start. She quickly looked up to prepare herself and right when she did two gray eyes were piercing right through her. There he was in the crowd watching, waiting for her. His face was like stone, she wasn’t really sure what he was thinking about. She knew he was observing her critically making her heart flutter, praying she wasn’t turning red. Rae heard Joshua start playing and immediately prepared herself. She soon closed her eyes and thought of her parents, letting the music take her to them.

I had a dream about a burning house You were stuck inside I couldn't get you out I lay beside you and pulled you close And the two of us went up in smoke

Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong I'll stay here with you Until this dream is gone

I see you at a party and you look the same I could take you back But people don't really change Wish that we could go back in time I'd be the one you thought you'd find

Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong I'll stay here with you Till this dream is gone

I've been sleepwalking Been wondering all night Trying to take what's lost and broke And make it right I've been sleepwalking Too close to the fire But it's the only place that I can hold you tight In this burning house Flames are getting bigger now In this burning house I can hold on to you somehow In this burning house Oh and I don't wanna wake up In this burning house

And I've been sleepwalking Been wandering all night Trying to take what's lost and broke And make it right I've been sleep walking Too close to the fire But it's the only place that I can hold you tight In this burning house

As she opened her eyes she was greeted by applause. There wasn’t a dry eye in sight, except for Eric. His face never changed as the crowd around him cheered. In that moment it was as if only her and Eric were in the room. In that moment Rae wanted to know more about Eric and felt some type of pull towards him. She was taken out of her trance when she felt Joshua come up behind her for a hug. She smiled and said thank you to him, he, in turn, said she was amazing. Rae looked back out into the crowd to find Eric but he was gone.

As Rae exited the stage everyone praised her song and her voice. Tibby and Zeke said she fucking rocked and Poppy said she sounded like an angel. Rae, however, couldn’t find Johanna. She wanted to know what she thought. She wondered where Johanna had run off to but looked on.

The party continued with dancing and drinking. Joshua was right Rae had a long line of dance partners. Rae could never really say no to anyone especially cute old men and adorable little boys. She moved through the crowd bumped into Joshua.

“Told you you’d have a line.”

“You know I can never say no”

“Well, then it's my lucky day! Care to dance?”

“I’d love too.”

As soon as they started a slower song came on. Joshua held Rae closer making her feel safe and secure. She could feel his heart beating, making her relax. She looked over and saw Eric standing in the corner watching her. She stared at him each time she would turn back around wondering why he wasn’t making a scene or stomping Joshua’s face in? He just watched her with that same stone cold face.

“Rae? Rae?”

“Hmmm?”

“Will you meet me by the fence in twenty minutes. There’s something I want to ask you.”

“Oh yes! I will!”

“Perfect! I’ll be right back. They need help!”

Joshua walked off towards Cara who was already grinning at Rae. Rae watched as Cara dragged Joshua over to the drinks making him pour some more for the people, something she obviously could have done herself. Rae wasn’t worried Joshua wanted to meet her in twenty minutes to ask her something. She wondered what I could be. Was he going to ask her to be his girlfriend? Was he finally going to really kiss her? Could it be possible he was going to ask her to promise herself to him? She began to get excited picturing it but every time she tried Eric popped up. Eric.

“Nice Party Sunshine,” Eric said sneaking up behind her making her jump.

“Eric! Don’t frighten me like that.”

“You look very Dauntless tonight you know that,” He said.

She rolled her eyes at him and saw he had brought her a drink.

“Thought you’d be thirsty after your performance.”

She inspected the glass to make sure there were no tricks.

“Where did you get this?” she questioned.

“From flower boy over there. We had a truce believe it or not. We even toasted to it”

“You did what was the truce?” She questioned intriguingly. “I told him that you two deserve to be together and that I wouldn’t stand in the way.” He answered, taking a sip from his glass.

“Oh,” Rae said a little disappointed.

“I’d thought you’d be happy seeing me as a stand-up guy. I’m not as mean as everyone says I am.”

“No you’re worse,” Rae said giggling. Eric smiled at her comment looking at her more intuitively. Eric dropped his hand to grip her hip tight causing a hitch in her breathing. “He’ll never truly make you happy. He doesn’t understand people like you and me. Your song, I understood that, where everyone else listened and cried, I watched you, I felt you and I know you want to feel me too.” He said whispering in her eye.

Rae melted to his words and felt restless. She realized she needed to meet Joshua who was probably waiting for her. She squirmed out of his grip. “You’re wrong.” She said walking off.

As she exited the Dome she felt her heart beat speed up. Eric was wrong, Joshua could make her happy. He understood her, sort of. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.

Rounding the corner she could hear heavy breathing and wild grunting. Turning the corner she saw Joshua and Cara together. Cara was holding onto the fence moaning loudly with her dress hiked up almost covering her head Joshua was speedily thrusting into her from behind grunting like a wild animal with his pants down around his ankles. Rae felt the tears streaming down her face. Cara looked back to her grinning and moaned louder and more enthusiastically. Joshua looked back to see Rae completely broken but quickly reverted back to fucking Cara from behind it was like there was no human remorse in him at all.

Rae couldn’t stand to watch another minute and ran back to the Dome where she knew she could drown her sorrows. She heard Cara laugh as she began running only making it worse, she suddenly slipped and scuffed up her knee while also dirtying her dress. She didn’t care to she was so angry and hurt all she wanted to do was numb the pain.

Entering the Dome she headed straight for the drinks throwing back anything she could get her hands on. Rae slumped down onto the stool that was placed in front of the bar, wine, vodka, tequila, you name it, she was consuming it. Rae could still see images of Joshua and the way he looked at her in that moment, heartless. She looked around taking another sip of what was probably her seventh glass of wine, but she didn’t know, she lost count after the vodka.

She watched the crowd move and dance in a slow motion it seemed. They were all smiling have a great time while she was fighting the demon inside of her, that’s when she reached into the small pocket of her dress and pulled out the small brown vial. Rae must have put it in there before she left the house with how she was feeling, she needed it more than ever.

Johanna said two drops no more, no less. Rae wanted her feeling to be numb, she didn’t want to exist in this reality at least not tonight. She went against Johanna’s instructions and added five drops to her cocktail. Chugging back the drink she could already feel light, the alcohol added to her sensation. She swayed to the rhythm of the music and was somehow pulled into the crowd. Looking at who it was, she saw Tibby smiling. Tibby was also intoxicated, as was Zeke. Rae moved as if she was in water, her movements were fluid. She kept touching the people around her, which was reciprocated making her crave it more.

She was suddenly jolted out of the crowd by extreme force. The dizziness made it hard to focus on the solid body in front of her. As her sight final focused in on the person in front of her, she smiled seeing that it was Eric. He looked upset, more upset than usual. Yanking her by the arm he pulled her through the crowd with her stumbling behind him. She limped from her slip she had earlier, Eric noticed and swooped her up throwing her over his shoulder. No one noticed, as most of the people were too drunk to care. Eric made his way out of the Dome with Rae in his hold.

Eric had brought her to the greenhouse, as it was the only place close enough and quiet enough. He set her on one of the tables and quickly left her to go find a first aid kit. Rae looked at her surroundings realizing she had left the party and was nowhere, with Eric. He came back not saying a word and focus on cleaning Rae’s damaged knee. He gently pushed Rae’s muddy red dress above her thighs still concealing her private area, but still making her blush.

It was lucky Eric cleaned the wound when he did as it was covered in mud and now sweat from her dancing. As he dabbed the alcohol soaked cloth to Rae’s knee, she flinched as the stinging sensation hit her. After a while, the stinging became tolerable, as she watched Eric continued to clean the wound in a precise manner.

“You look very upset. Is everything okay?” Rae said in a drunken haze.

“What the fuck do you think? And what the hell was that back we’re you trying to start the fucking largest orgy Amity’s ever had?” He sneered.

“And I would think you’d like that.” Rae giggled.

“I don’t share. What fuck is wrong with you?”

Rae felt the tears forming as she looked down to her lap. She covered her face with her hands so that he wouldn’t see her so vulnerable. She couldn’t let him see her like this, but she also wanted him too she needed to breathe and let everything out.

“You were right! You were right! I’m not happy, no one understands, no one sees me. I feel so hidden all the time and I hate it! I hate how everyone’s happy all the time and content because they don’t know. It’s like I’m the only one awake in this nightmare. I want the crawl out of my skin every day, but I can’t because of who I am and what I’m capable of. I just want others to feel how I feel sometimes!” She cried, burying her face into his chest.

Her hands gripped his chest, she felt all of his muscles, his heart was beating at a calming pace. This was different from Joshua, this was safe or security, this was unknown. She moved her hands to his shoulder gripping them tightly. This is what she wanted to lose herself in something so unknown but at the same time so familiar. Looking up she stared into the grey orbs before. Eric’s hands lingered up around her thighs stopping at her hips. The movement caused her to sigh, the sound caused Eric to grip her jaw.

“I want to feel you,” Rae said breathlessly.

Without another word, Eric pulled Rae into him crushing her lips with his. The kiss was so controlled so powerful. Rae had never kissed anyone in her life, the rush of the sensation consumed her. Eric pushed his tongue into her mouth which she did not protest to. Rae let Eric’s tongue linger in her mouth before wanted to venture into his territory. Rae’s hands were moving all over Eric body, though she did not venture below the belt, scared of what she would find. Eric moved his hands back down to Rae’s bottom squeezing her aggressively. Rae gasped from the touch causing her to breaking the kiss. Eric quickly moved to her neck assaulting it as Rae relished in the sensation but she wanted more.

“More. Please, I want more.” She begged.

Eric groaned at her request, sliding his hands over to top of her thighs. His fingertips danced over them creating a sensation of anticipation. Rae quickly went back to Eric’s mouth sucking on his lips, trying to mimic his motion from before. Grasping her legs Eric eased them apart giving him better access. Eric reached between Rae’s legs and gripped her underwear yanking them off or rather ripping them off. Rae yelped at his actions making Eric grin at Rae sex-infused facial expression. He went back to consuming her lips. The loose fitting strap on Rae dress fell off her shoulder with all of the movement exposing her breast to him. Eric slowly inched his hand up to her breast squeezing it causing Rae to moan in his mouth. He decided to increase the sensation by pinching her soft innocent nipple. Rae jerked away, quivering. Eric leaned into her kissing her jawline and then continuing down her sternum to the abused bud. He gently kissed the mound taking it into his mouth, running his tongue in a circular motion all while sucking it.

Rae arched her back allowing him a better angle. Moaning to his every movement, she slid her bottom closer to the edge of the table unconscious aware of what she was doing. Eric made his way back up to Rae’s neck nipping at it all while his hands were playing a different game. He wasted no time and slipped his hand between her legs cupping her sex. Eric could feel how hot and slick she was for him making him moan.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He gasped. Rae pouted and nodded her head, yes wanting him to continue. She was aching for him, throbbing with intensity on the inside that needed to be released. He ran his fingers over her lips teasing her, frustrating her.

“Please stop teasing me.” She begged arching more for him, letting her head fall back.

He smiled at her plea and dipped one digit into her slick, wet heat. Rae moaned at the unfamiliar invasion as it ventured around until finally reaching her clit. Her breath hitched at the discovery. Eric slowly moved his finger back and forth over the sensitive clit causing Rae’s body to surge with pleasure. She had touched herself before but having someone else touch her heightened the sensation. Eric finger traveled down to her open feeling her wetness and then returned to the clit moving his finger in a circular motion. Rae was losing herself to him with every touch he made petting her sensitive clit.

“Fuck. Eric ahh.” She whimpered as she started grinding against his hand. Eric stopped his motion making Rae whimper. He lightly dragged his finger down to Rae opening curious of how she would feel around him. Rae bit her bottom lip wanting to continue with their erotic play. She was about to ask why he had stopped when all the sudden she felt an unfamiliar pressure entering her. She squirmed at the strange feeling as Eric moaned to the feeling of her tight walls clenching his finger.

“Awe fuck! So tight.” He murmured in ecstasy. Rae kept squirming, as the pressure became unbearable pulling herself away from him. “That hurts.” She whimpered looking at him with innocent eyes. “I’ll go slower but it's not going to get any better unless we keep doing it.” He said being sincere as he could be. Rae accepted his answer and knew he was right. He leaned into her taking her lips again this time with more tender passion. Rae threw her arms around his neck deepening the kiss wanting him all over her.

Eric went back to pleasuring her slick bundle of nerves. Rae wanted to lift her hips up to him for a reason unknown to her. Eric would alternate between the tip to the flat surface of his finger mixing the sensation, which was sending Rae on edge. He enjoyed watching her succumb to his touch. He enjoyed watching the pleasure on her face and hearing her moan his name. Eric ventured down to Rae’s opening again taking a second to look Rae dead in the eye. Rae nodded at his silent request to enter her once more. As he slid his finger inside of her, he never lost eye contact. She groaned while looking at him with hazy eyes full of pleasure. Her walls clenched around his finger as he went deeper building more pressure inside of her. He soon pulled the digit more than half way out before pushing back into Rae again. She moaned at the friction he was causing as he continued to do this. Arching her back allowed her to lift her hips a little more for him letting him go deeper.

Rae was taking in the new sensation when she felt Eric add another digit. He began stretching her, causing more pleasure and a little pain but Rae let him continue, as the combination was stimulating. Eric started curling his fingers as he thrust into her hitting a spot inside of her, she didn’t know was there. As he continued curling his fingers something inside of her was building and she felt it coming. To create more stimulation Eric started rubbing his thumb over her clit. “Oh God! Eric!” she cried out. Eric moaned and roughly grabbed the back of her head forcefully crushing her onto his lips. It was aggressive, as she became a slave to him. She wanted his everything his mouth, tongue, body, everything he had to offer she wanted.

Rae felt her climax nearing as she started bucking her hips against Eric’s touch. She was moaning in his mouth and tried to release herself from his lips but Eric wasn’t having that. He kept a firm grip on Rae’s hair and also began biting her bottom lip. It was all too much, the control he had, the consent she gave him to make her feel this way. Rae was definitely lost to him now. Her release was mesmerizing as Eric watched her body vibrate with pleasure, the moans she released. She was breathing heavily as she came down from her erotic high leaning against his shoulder for support as her body went limp. Eric cupped her face, looking at her in all primal state and began kissing her pecking at her soft yet damage lips thanks to his doing. Rae relished in his touch and his tenderness amazed that it was Eric.

Both were silent in that moment when they heard a ruckus outside. There was no denying what happened between them. There was also no hiding especially when looking at Rae. She was completely out of it. Her hair knotted up due to Eric’s handling, her dress nearly falling off with her dress bunched up above her thighs. Her lips had been brutally bitten and ferociously sucked on. She couldn’t be seen like this with Eric.

They heard voice getting closer and closer. Eric directed his attention to the front door waiting for what was about to reveal itself. The voice began sounding familiar, like Dauntless soldiers. They were looking for Eric, sounding urgent. Eric stood in front of Rae to help cover her. Her fears were coming to life as the voices came to the door. Rae scrambled to get off the table and to the back door. She tripped catching herself by grabbing the handle on the door. Rae looked back at the gray eyes piercing her soul. She quickly turned the knob and ran out just as the men came barging in. She faded into the night with the memory of her unexpected time with Eric, the Dauntless Leader.

#divergent #eric divergent #eric fanfic #eric x oc #Eric Coulter #eric insurgent #jai courtney #eric divergent fanfiction #insurgent #rae of sunshine #chapter 7

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kyloswarstars · 2 years

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PINKY PROMISE • masterlist

Divergent AU • Eric Coulter x Reader

Part 1 – "First day of senior year"

Part 2 – "Waterfalls and waffles"

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feckyeswriting · 7 years

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Ask meme: Z X V U S R L I D (prove it) C

Send me asks about my fics / writing~!

Z - Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Oh man, I feel like people are SO AFRAID of major character death. We’re in this bubble of fic (or maybe it’s just gotten bigger since we’ve escaped FF.net’s awful publishing system and I was never part of Livejournal) where there’s a lack of purely plot-driven fic. Or, not even��“purely plot driven” but even just ship-fic that has a plot beyond THEY FALL IN LOVE IN XYZ SCENARIO. So there’s just not a lot that I find where there’s even a chance FOR anyone to die, if that makes sense?

But I would love to write it. I have a plan for one fic where that may happen. It’s tough though. You need the right buildup otherwise it’s just bleh. My only fic so far with that warning is “Catch and Release” and it wasn’t even Kylo or Rey who died, so I don’t consider myself having truly executed a major character death fic that could wreck hearts.

X - A character you enjoy making suffer.

I would like to say all of them because it’s TRUE. I love making everyone suffer, even if it’s just through an awkward encounter at the mall. So far I’ve whumped the most on Rey just because I could? And it kinda fits with her backstory and putting her into situations with the FO.

V - A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

*slams fists on keyboard* …I don’t actually have anyone that I can think of rn where I feel adamant about this?

In Divergent fic there’s a lot of putting the secondary characters into really rigid roles. Will is The Boyfriend to Christina who just treats Tris like a dress-up doll. Tori gives advice and isn’t as badass as VRoth tried to make her (and failed a bit) in Insurgent. Lauren is either a New Bestie for Tris or her romantic rival.

So I guess just… I want people to break them out of those boxes? Use other characters in those roles (make OCs that aren’t just stand-ins for yourself to romance the character of interest) and give the real secondary characters a purpose that helps the plot in another way.

U - A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

I need to fill a Reysma prompt for TA hahaha. That should be fun. I also kind of want to go back to The Hollows (an awesome book series which I need to read the last two books and haven’t because dammit I hate the end OTP) and write some Ral because dammit they should have had a chance.

S - Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

BEDSHARING. Who can resist? I can’t. It’s universal.

I also can’t resist “retelling the beginning of Divergent” because I just want it to be done for MY SHIPPPPP.

R - Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Hmm. I think in my personal writing I’ve been fairly influenced by Kim Harrison and Jim Butcher. I madly respect @tamorapierce for her fantastically built worlds. I’ve kind of lost respect for some of the fanfic authors that I used to talk about so that list is currently empty. There are some like… “classic” fic authors in the A:TLA fandom that I respect and love, but I don’t know their names anymore bc they don’t write. I also had drawn inspiration from the author of “Dark Times” in the SW fandom (treenasthal or something similar) but they update even less frequently than I do so I haven’t re-read anything of theirs in about 2 years now.

L - What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?

That I’ve come up with personally? Oh god. “Sunburn” was hilarious but I had gotten the inspiration from TA. “Sharpest Lives” is my crackiest AU, so that certainly could count. Within my Divergent fics, I guess the whole Colorfest idea is pretty weird and probably the farthest stretch for being a viable event in the canon universe. I tend to not write totally weird AUs.

OH I KNOW ACTUALLY. I haven’t written an actual fic for it, but I had answered an ask from @lucidlucy with a tentacle porn style AU that I turned into “the hunt for the wild space whale” Kylux/reylux concept. I would love to actually write it but ugh. Where is the TIME?

I - Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

There are certain interests that I have when reading lmao. Some are not for polite company so I’ll keep those to myself ;DI do SO adore a well done “good guy is on the bad side” fic. Dark!Rey fics are my fave. Or just any sort of “darkest timeline” sort of feel like how I’m doing Ash and Torment. There’s something about that kind of fic that’s really interesting to me? Probably because we all KNOW what it’s supposed to be like and just want to see how things will ever get closer to that sort of feel.

D - Is there a song or playlist associated with Prove It?

Copied from the other ask

There is! I’m not fancy enough to bother with 8 tracks or actually make the playlist flow, but I have a Google Play playlist with songs that I put on when I’m writing almost anything Eris. Usually shuffled. Here’s the link and I can make a fancy post about the songs for the 98% of the world who doesn’t pay for monthly GPlay service when I’m back home with a mouse :3

C - What character do you identify with most?

I know this is going to sound SO DUMB but I love Eric. My Eric, that is. Taking his aggressive side and toning it down to a realistic character (instead of a caricature of a villain). Because I’m just… I’m that irked? And annoyed? All the time. And if I had earned the role of Leader in a post-apocalyptic era, I too would make my nemesis’ twerp kids fight to blackout like he did with me in our training days. I’m just not a people person unless I KNOW those people and ugh. Yeah.

I’m not industrious enough to be Rey. I like the concept of people but I don’t know if I could be selfless like canon!Tris to die for a whole city.

SO MANY QUESTIONS I LOVE IT MOAR MOARRR

#askbox distractions #sarah answers #cssardonic #sarah replies

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writing-about-current-obsessions · 4 years

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Weakness

Pairings: Four/Tobias Eaton x reader, Eric Coulter x friend!reader

Words: 2369

Summary: Female!reader is one of the leaders alongside Eric and is training the initiates with him and Four.

(A/N - My first Divergent imagine! Let me know what you think!)

(I know this fandom is dead, but that small fact can’t stop me.)

I sat next to Eric as Four gave some basic information to the initiates before their first training in Dauntless. I observed them closely, gauging their reactions and looking intently as they all tried to put on brave faces. I also noticed some of them eyeing me with confusion, probably wondering who am I. Despite my introduction, they were wary of me and my position. And I understood. I didn’t appear as tough or menacing as Eric and Four do.

I wasn’t as intimidating as my co-workers so initiates often didn’t respect me as much. But, that always seems to change pretty quickly.

I wasn’t usually involved in trainings as Four and Eric were and preferred to watch from some distance, like now. I was more interested in other aspects of training than hand to hand combat, so I left this part for Eric and Four to handle.

“I can’t wait to see their faces as they hear about the new rule.”, Eric whispered to me, still looking forward with the same serious expression on his face, although I could sense some giddiness in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, not facing him either. “You’re horrible, you know that?”

“I wish we had it sooner, actually.”, he added.

I looked at him. “And what if you came below the line? Did you even think about those initiates that will become factionless because of this new rule you adore?”

He looked at me and shrugged. “I wouldn’t be below the line.”

“I know you wouldn’t. That’s not the point I was trying to make.”

“I know.”, he chuckled.

He averted his gaze from me again and his stoic appearance was back.

Eric was brutal and cruel at times, there is no doubt about it, but I still liked his company. I knew there were things in his past that made him the way that he was and although I don’t always condone his behaviour, I understand where it’s coming from. His whole life motto could be explained with the simple phrase of: “Eat, or be eaten.”

Four and I were not like him in many ways. Like Four, I was at the top of my class and that didn’t make me excessively prideful nor egocentric. I know my strength and don’t have to prove it to anyone else but me. I was an initiate a year after Four, but unlike him, I was a Dauntless-born. We’ve been together since the end of my initiation and I couldn’t have been happier. We fought together and have been by each other side through everything. His support for me never ceases, especially since recently, when I got a leader position. He still doesn’t want that position for himself, which I understand, but still backs me up in my decisions and desires for my career in Dauntless.

I wanted a leadership position to make a change for the better. And I will.

“Rankings will also determine who gets cut.”, Eric spoke beside me, obviously eager to tell the good news to the initiates himself.

“Cut?” a short-haired woman piped up.

“At the end of each stage of your training, the lowest-ranking initiates will be leaving us.”, Eric spoke firmly as he stood up.

I watched the confusion and fear flash across the initiates’ faces. Eric must be loving this.

On the other hand, I noticed Four glance at me briefly with a concerned look on his face. I nodded softly, telling him wordlessly how I understood and will look into this new rule. There is a myriad of problems this rule can create. Starting with over-competitiveness among initiates, which is rarely a good thing, considering what’s on the line.

“You chose us.”, I heard Eric’s voice echo by the end of the short discussion. “Now we get to choose you.”

With that done, it was time to start the training. Once again I let Eric and Four do all the talking, while I still sat in my spot. After they instructed the initiates to run a few dozen laps, Four came over to sit beside me.

“Will you be staying for the whole training?” he asked.

“Yeah.”, I nodded, smiling briefly. “I want to see what they’re made of.”

“If you want to pipe in and help out, you’re free to do so.”, he teased with a smile.

“I’d rather let you and Eric do all the work.”, I winked at him.

And that’s what they did. After the laps and some warming up, Four took the opportunity to stretch his muscles and show some initiates his fighting skills, which I was more than happy to watch. Eric stood beside me with his arms folded beneath his chest and observed with me.

“Your boyfriend is a show-off.”, Eric teased.

I scoffed. “He’s not.”

“I’d rather see you up there.”, he glanced at me and I saw a hint of a smile.

“Those kind of comments could get you in trouble.”, I shot back with a smile.

“I love trouble.”, Eric said evenly.

At that moment, Four kicked another initiate to the ground and finished the fight, leaving him on the floor to stand up and recover on his own. Our eyes met as he walked towards Eric and me and I gave him an appreciative look. He was hot, with sweat glistening on his forehead and his arms bulging under his t-shirt. I wanted nothing more than have my way with him right then and there.

“Your turn.”, Four motioned with his head at Eric and then he looked at me and winked.

These little teases and winks were somewhat of an inside joke for us, but only when we were sure nobody else was watching. Eric did, but we didn’t care about him. We actually loved annoying him with that.

Eric glared at both of us. “Fine.”

But, before he could climb up to the platform illuminated with the square lights above it, an annoyed initiate decided to voice his displeasure with the training.

The buff guy stood up on the platform proudly and yelled. “Hey!”

He definitely caught my attention. Four also looked over his shoulder at him.

The initiate was looking straight at Eric, Four and me.

“She’s supposed to be our leader as well, isn’t she?!” he pointed at me, speaking gruffly but still appearing agitated. “So why are you two only fighting us? Are you afraid we’re going to kick your ass?”

The last part which was spoken directly at me made my blood boil with anger.

I worked my ass off to get to where I am now and dealt with people like him all the time. But, he managed to annoy me nonetheless. Therefore, I wanted nothing more than to wipe the concrete floor with his face.

The advantage I had as a woman, no matter how dumb this sounds, is my strength. Since I am not made entirely out of muscles like Eric and Four are, my opponents will often underestimate me. And with that, I actually have an advantage at surprising them and giving them a good beating before they realize their mistake.

And I was more than willing to do the same with this guy.

Four was tense, looking at me for permission to kick his ass. But, I simply shook my head no. We went over this a few times before and Four understood my need to fight my own battles. He was boyfriend, but I still wanted to protect myself as much as I could. And Four fighting instead of me would only prove this guy’s point.

Eric, however, felt the need to speak up with the most threatening voice he could muster. “Initiate. You will not address your leaders in that way. I will-“

“Eric.”, I stopped him.

He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. “What?”

“Let me handle this.”

He wasn’t happy, but he let me do it anyway. No matter how gruesome he could be at times, we had each other’s backs and I was grateful for that.

“I will gladly accept your offer to fight initiate. If you are so sure you can beat me.”, I spoke firmly, but with a small, menacing smile on my face.

My confidence threw him off and he almost stepped back in confusion. But, since he got himself in this mess and was obviously too proud to back away, he squared his shoulders and clenched his fists.

“I am more than sure.”, he challenged.

I shrugged. “Alright. Have it your way, then.”

I stepped forward, but Four caught my arm, stopping me.

“You don’t need to prove anything.”, he whispered.

Although everyone was quiet, I doubt anyone heard him. He was still facing the initiates with his back, so only I could see the worry in his eyes.

“You don’t think I can take him?” I raised my eyebrow at him, becoming more annoyed and furious than I already was.

“You said you wanted to stay out of this part of the training, so I don’t want you to be forced into a fight.”, Four responded, now releasing my arm he was holding.

“I can take him.”

He smiled. “I know. Go get him.”

I walked over to the platform and gracefully stepped up.

I circled the man I was going to fight and got around to him on the other side of the platform while he kept a safe distance. All the initiates gathered around us with excitement, but I could still see Eric and Four behind them, standing by each other. Eric was amused and Four was a little too, but worry was something he will never get rid of when I fought.

Especially if I was fighting a man that was towering over me, with his bulging muscles proving the fact he spent a lot of time in the gym and his determined eyes ensuring that he will do anything not to let me win. He was already in a fighting stance, while I didn’t get ready just yet.

“Why don’t we make this even more interesting, initiate?” I smirked.

“How?” he asked gruffly.

“Why don’t we make a bet?” I tempted, resting my hands on my waist.

“What kind of bet?”

“When you lose, you will immediately drop down to the lowest ranking.”, I offered.

“And if you lose?” he shot back.

“You can choose what you want.”, I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“So, do you accept the bet?” I smiled menacingly once again.

I caught Eric’s gaze for a moment and saw him practically shine with excitement. Four simply had a small smile on his face.

“Yeah.”, he grinned. “It’s going to be even more awesome when I win.”

I took my fighting stance with a wide smile. I couldn’t wait to show this initiate that I have the upper hand and that he should not question it.

In a few quiet moments, the only thing I could feel was the tension in the air.

He charged at me first, hoping to catch me off guard right in the start. I ducked when he came close and did a shoulder tackle in his midsection, while pulling his legs in a quick motion. He dropped to the floor with a thud, with particles of dust scattering in the air around him.

“Is that all you got, initiate?” I shouted at him as he got up, making him angry, which was exactly what I wanted.

We circled each other this time for a few steps before I attacked him first. I ran up and jumped, circling his throat with my legs. Before he could react, I used my whole body weight to knock him to the ground again. He fell with a loud groan and I rolled to the side.

I saw Four’s grin before I saw my opponent lunging at me with an animalistic shout.

I blocked his attempt at a punch, holding his arm and kicked his chest with my knee. He gasped for breath. I used this opportunity to deliver fast, strong punches to his chest and a round-kick to his face, knocking him down for the third time. Blocking his arms with knees and his throat with my forearm, I looked into his eyes.

“Is this challenging enough for you, initiate?”

He was gasping for breath because my forearm was blocking his airway and couldn’t even speak. Or didn’t want to speak. I could only see fury in his eyes.

I relented and got off him, brushing myself off as I stood up.

I felt droplets of sweat on my back, but otherwise didn’t feel tired at all. My opponent on the other hand was clutching his nose while blood trickled down his face.

I really do hope I didn’t break his nose, but even if I did, he kind of deserved it for being so rude to me before.

While his fighting style was all about brute force and punching, my fighting style couldn’t rely on that. For me, it was all about grapples and leverage throws while relying on my speed to avoid punches, paired along with years of mixed martial arts training to master all the moves. It was also about predicting my opponents’ moves and using it against them, something this initiate didn’t think much about.

“You think that just because I’m a woman and his bicep is the size of my head that I can’t beat him?” I spoke loudly at the initiates listening me intently. “Winning a fight doesn’t just require strength.”

I glanced at their faces, knowing that I gained some of that respect I didn’t have before. “Let that be one of your first lessons, initiates.”

The initiate beside me got up and coughed, trying to breathe normally again. If looks could kill…

Still, he didn’t even dare to say another word.

“Oh, and another quick lesson while we’re at it…”, I stared straight at him with a glare. “Don’t fucking underestimate me every again.”

And with that, I walked off the platform, the initiate I beat moving out of my way.

Four grinned at me. “You really showed them.”

“Told you I prefer to see you up there.”, Eric added.

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*Worlds Apart - Eric x OC* part 2

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It’s too damn hot in Amity, every step Eric takes feels as though it’s weighted down by heavy lead and the sweat soaking through the back of his black T-shirt is so disgustingly uncomfortable he wants nothing more than to rip it off his body and curl underneath one of the shady lush green trees lining the backyards of the houses in this god forsaken faction.

“I take it back. I take it all back.. I’m over the sun and fresh air.. I’ve had it.” Four whines as he drains the last of his water bottle and throws the useless plastic on the floor. They’ve been out here since the morning.. it’s almost four now and the sun hasn’t let up even a little.. it’s brutal. For all of amity’s peace and free love not a single resident has offered a cold drink or a place to sit.. they’re too afraid.

Eric grunts, his body tense as they walk the streets, it isn’t until they see Luca and Nick coming to take their place that he speaks

“Thank the fucking lord.” Eric gives the other men the rundown and quickly gathers his things before walking with Four to the apartment complex they’ve been staying at. There’s no air conditioner in the complex and the food that Dauntless has been delivering is something close to gruel but it’s better than standing under the sun and pacing the streets.

“Woah!”

The pretty brunette from last night quite literally runs into Four, his hands coming out to steady her. She was rounding the corner pretty quickly and had her head buried in paperwork.

“Sophie!” Four exclaims, the tension from earlier on easing rapidly as he smiles at the tiny girl.

“Oh! Hey guys.. sorry about that, I was just checking reports on the crop lines from this week and apparently handwriting isn’t important for this job.” She rolls her eyes showing them the chicken scratch scribbled on the paper in her hands “heading back for the day? It sure was a hot one today!”

“Yeah. I can’t believe how hot it gets here. The apartments have no air so we’re probably going to go stand by the freezer for a couple of hours.” Four teased, Eric couldn’t help but notice the way one of his hands was still resting on Sophie’s hip.. she seemed to notice at the same time and stepped away slightly, cheeks pink and green eyes sparking.

“What?! No way, it is way too hot for that today. Why don’t you guys come with me! I was just heading for Violets, I heard she had a pretty rough day at the infirmary and I’m sure she could use the company! There’s air there and snacks!” Sophie reached for Fours wrist tugging him along with her, Eric debated just going the complete other way and leaving Four to fend for himself but something about cool air and warm brown eyes had him following behind.

It wasn’t very far at all, just a five minute walk to Violets home. It wasn’t anything like Eric had ever seen before.. a white cottage wrapped in pink and red roses, vines tangling around the sides and molding to the window, it was small but not too small and the stone walkway was wide enough for all three of them to fit. It was... pretty? Even Eric was impressed by how well maintained it was. The front door was left unlocked and something about that sat uneasy in his stomach, someone as beautiful as Violet should always lock the door, he’d have to let her know.

“V! I’m here.. and I have a surprise!”

As soon as they stepped foot inside the home, the cold air sent chills up erics entire sweaty body, it smelt like vanilla and strawberries.

“I’m in the bedroom..” her voice was muffled and quiet, there was music playing in the kitchen.. something soft and calming.

Sophie giggled, nodding her head towards the bedroom and motioning for them to follow. There flat on the bed with her face pushed into her mattress was Violet, her hair in a messy bun and her scrub pants still on.

“Long day?” Sophie questioned, he heard Four snort from beside him.

Violet moved her face to the side so only her cheek was pressed against the comforter and smiled brightly albeit a little sleepily when she noticed the two large men taking up space in her doorway.

“You could say that again. Did you guys come over for dinner?” She propped herself up on her elbow and smiled, her eyes falling on Eric, everything about violet was soft and sweet and warm.. a vast contrast to Erics cold and angry disposition.

“I..” He swallowed.

“They did! It’s too hot for them to go back to the Amity complexes and I happen to know Johanna sent you over a couple of bottles of that new wine that tastes like candy.. so we’re going to feed these boys and cheer you up.” Sophie beamed tucked close to Fours side.

“Sounds good to me.. why don’t you get a couple of glasses of iced tea ready, lord knows how long you guys have been standing out in the sun.” Violets voice was something like melted sugar, smooth and clear and sweet.

Sophie and Four made their way to the kitchen, Eric moved to follow them but Violet interrupted him

“It’s really good to see you again.” He turned towards her she was sitting up in bed now, her knees over the edge. She glanced down at the space beside her and nodded inviting him to sit on the open spot. He did, not used to the soft plush feel of her comforter in dauntless he slept on silk sheets and a hard mattress, the complete opposite of her cotton duvet and soft mattress.

“Hmm.” He hummed, too distracted by the smell of her clean skin to fully respond.

“Did you know I had to tend to one of your men today? He shot himself in the foot with his own rifle when a bee stung his leg.”

Eric’s eyes snapped towards her, his tension easing when he saw the smile on her face and the giggle she was trying to hold back.

“You know his name?”

She nodded lazily

“Peter.. He didn’t want me to touch him, he said I was “amity scum.” I had to sedate him to stop him from bleeding out.. it’s been a long day.” She chuckled, standing up to grab the pair of leggings on the dresser and walk into her ajoined bathroom “a couple more of your men passed out due to heat exhaustion.. I’m off tomorrow, first time in two weeks! I think I’ll hand out waters to the troops.. you’re just not used to it is all..”

Peter was an idiot, the dumbest recruit in dauntless without a doubt. He didn’t listen and he was arrogant and while the leaders typically let it slide.. it drove Eric crazy..but to insult the one person who was trying to help him.. to insult her? That wasn’t okay with him.

Violet came out of the bathroom fresh faced with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, cheeks Rosie and eyes sparkling.

“I think Sophie likes four.” She smiled.

Eric couldn’t help the scrunch of his face

“Why would she do that?”

If violets smile was pretty her laugh was on a whole different level, it filled the entire room and made his skin buzz like he had just touched a wet outlet. She was grinning at him like he had just told the most interesting secret.

“I think he likes her too! They’re awfully cute together don’t you think?” She questioned, head tilted like a puppy waiting for a bone.. normally it would disgust him but with her it seemed to only strengthen the growing attraction he felt deep in the pit of his stomach. She was too fucking cute

“Nah.. they’re dorks.” He snorted

“Oh he’s not so bad! And she’s the prettiest woman on this planet..” she made her way to the bedroom door beside him and he couldn’t stop the words that spilled out

“Not nearly as pretty as you.”

Her eyes flicked up to his, trapped in the doorway his chest nearly connecting with hers. Violet blushed rose petal pink.

“Thankyou.” She whispered, her hands fluttering over his chest for a moment before landing on the place right below his heart.

“anytime.” He grinned, the feeling of her fingers over the thin material of his t shirt making his heart beat just a little faster.

“I.. umm.. I better go and start dinner.. you have to be hungry.” She was breathless as she stepped just a centimeter closer, his arm came around her waist.. large hand splaying over the small of her back.

“Starving.” He whispered, dipping down to brush his lips over her ear. She gasped quietly and moved her hands behind his neck, her fingers gripping at the tattoos that wrapped around his skin.

“Eric.” She whispered back.. pupils blown out and eyes black.

He swallowed thickly, dropping his forehead to hers.

“Violet.” He brought his lips to meet hers just an inch away before...

“Are you guys coming? Iced tea is only iced for so long!” Sophie’s voice called from the living room effectively breaking the moment sending Violet shoving back and stumbling from the doorway.

“Dinner.” She mumbled, flicking back on her wide eyed smile “you need dinner! Come on then.. pasta doesn’t cook itself.” She made her way towards the kitchen, hips swinging just a little more exaggerated than before.

Eric leaned back against the doorframe groaning.

This tiny blonde with the honey hair was going to be the death of him.

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beautifulramblingbrains · 7 years

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Bound By Honour - Chapter 5

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah* Fandom: Divergent/Insurgent Rating: M - Some very expressive content within the depths of this post.

Eric has the best hand in all the factions, but can’t seem to get to grips with his life as a parent to two grown Dauntless members. The honour is passed to Sarah as she battles with the woes of an unruly daughter and a wayward son. Balanced with a intricate web of personal struggles and outsiders, can they stop their family from falling apart?

A/N: I’m sorry for the delay. Some of you may well know that I’ve been distracted, and I will be taking a lengthy break from writing fanfiction. I have some things I want to do for myself and I feel I’m ready and it’s about time. I will still be around to chat etc, just not participating in uploading fics, at least until my current muse ends anyway. Thank you for reading and supporting me for so long.

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“And how’s school, Eliza?” Sarah asks over a stew Mary had made earlier that day. She wasn’t meant to stay for so long but it just ended up being that way with Mary telling her that Eliza would be home from school soon. She had felt obliged to stay, seeing as her husband Mark was also away during the weeks now because of her own son.

Eliza was a pretty brunette with long brown ringlets loosely falling by her ears. Her mannerisms were faultless as she sat straight, holding a spoon that seemed too large for her hands. Mary wasn’t forceful with correcting sloppy behavior, Eliza had seemingly picked up her mother’s ways through instinct. It was nothing like how they were brought up. It felt calm and peaceful, an easy home to belong to. In fact, it wasn’t even like Sarah’s home, because of the constant play on parenting and Eric’s obnoxious ways.

“I love school, Auntie Sarah.” Her voice is so small and quaint. It makes her think of April and how different she is to her cousin. April has never been quaint or delicate, the quirks of her father had taken her genes and entrapped them. Though April didn’t have height on her side, her attitude carried her much further. If only she could learn how to embrace it.

“I also remember someone who loved school,” Sarah says, hinting to Mary who grins quickly at her. “You remind me of her so much.”

“Is that my mommy?” The little girl questions, tilting her head shyly while they watch her.

“Yes.”

With a small giggle, they grow quiet, finishing their food. Sarah politely props her spoon in the bowl and sighs. “Thank you for dinner. It’s nice not having to make it myself. It tastes better.” It was also earlier than she was used to. Most nights, Sarah’s family were never really ready to sit down to eat until well after eight.

“We should do this more often…” A wry smile forms on Mary’s face. “I also like the fact that the leftovers get delivered by Eliza to Mother.”

“I still haven’t been to see her.” Sarah feels guilty, but not that much. She hadn’t been in the mood to visit Meredith; it would be question upon question, insulting Eric to the tenth degree, and moaning that April and Jack never visit

“That woman is as hard as nails, she isn’t going anywhere anytime soon…” Mary strokes her daughter's hair. “Why don’t you take the bowls out to the kitchen for me? Then when you’re finished, go up to your room and sort your things out for tomorrow.”

Eliza swings her legs down from the long bench and walks over to Sarah on the other side of the table, hugging her quickly. “Good night!” Then she gathers the bowls and heads for the kitchen.

“She’s growing so quickly,” Sarah comments, staring off after her. When Mary doesn’t reply, she frowns over to her. “What?”

“What’s going on? I know you. I know that look. I know the tone. I know the heaviness.”

“Work’s been a little strange. I’m working with Erudite and the new… maybe new Leader.” Sarah fidgets, leaning her arm on the table. “He’s not what I expected. I feel out of my depth and intimidated, I suppose. What’s also strange is that Eric seems to have every confidence in me. I thought at first that he just did it as a way to swindle Erudite while he was busy patching up Candor. I showed him some other information about another major problem, a serious problem, and he hasn’t mentioned it. Maybe I’m just overthinking… I seem to be doing that a lot lately.”

“Overthinking what?” Mary asks, watching Sarah’s eyes remain on the table.

“Everything…” Eliza reappears and they wait until she vanishes upstairs. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course! You can tell me anything. Do you want a drink or something, though? A hot drink?”

Sarah looks out to the sun setting. “No, it’s getting late. I can’t have another relapse of last time.”

Mary scoffs. “Go hard or go home Sarah.”

“You’re not funny.” But she does laugh a little. “I’ll just come out and say it… Blake is being suggestive.”

“And Blake is who again?”

“He’s Blake Hammond, the guy from Erudite that I’m working with. It may just be me, but I feel his persona towards me is mixed. It’s like… it’s like I can’t work him out.”

“So, you mean like, flirting, or...?”

“Sort of. His words are all work related. But it’s the way he expresses himself - his actions.”

“Mommy! I can’t find any hair ties!” Eliza shouts down the stairs, sounding like she was about to descend any minute.

Mary snaps her head over her shoulder. “Honey, just wait two minutes!” Her eyes flicker over Sarah for a moment before she gestures for her to continue. “And?”

“Well, that’s it.” But she begins blushing. “He kissed my cheek after I accepted his work proposal. And he touches my hands a lot,” she rushes, realizing how immature it sounded. “I can’t explain.”

“Have you given him any reason?”

“Nothing at all.” She shrugs, frowning for a moment and then her eyes widen at Mary. “He must be half my age. He knows I’m married.” Sarah bites her lip still under her sister's scrutiny. “Eric doesn’t know any of this. And I can’t tell him. How could I possibly? It sounds preposterous just telling you.”

“I could have guessed that. But to me, it doesn't sound like anything to be worried about. Maybe that’s just what he’s like.” Mary smiles, trying to comfort her older sister. “It may be a big thing to you because you’ve always had Eric breathing down your neck, let alone the chance to interact with, I’m guessing, single and successful men.”

“I have an active social life, Mary. I’m not locked away.” Sarah rolls her eyes. “There is something off with his behavior,” she stresses.

“He hasn’t technically done anything. And as you say, he’s all words, about work from what I’m understanding.”

“It’s his disclosure.”

“Do you... like him?”

It takes Sarah by surprise, scrunching up her nose, she exclaims, “Oh gosh, no!”

“If it happens again, maybe then you should say something.” Mary smiles at her. “Everything is okay with you and Eric, though?”

Sarah thinks about the extra effort Eric has put in lately, especially when he had taken it upon himself to help April the other night. “We are more than fine,” she reassures her sister. She pauses for a moment, wiping a crumb from the table. “Can we keep this between us? I just needed to get that off my chest. And it’s not particularly something I can approach Eric with.”

“You don’t even have to ask. A problem shared is a problem halved. You sure you don’t want anything?”

Sarah stands up, straightening her skirt. “No, I’m going to make a move. It’s getting dark. And I think Eliza is waiting for you.” She finds her boots by the door, slipping her feet inside, and then pulls on her long cloak, shrouding her head with the hood while her sister watches with clasped hands. “If you hear anything from Mark about Jack, let me know as soon as you can.”

“All I know is that signal is bad and they are extremely busy. I barely hear from Mark as much as I’d like,” Mary lies. But it’s for the sake of Sarah’s state of mind, so that can’t be a bad thing…

They hug quickly, and as Sarah steps onto the graveled path, she waves over her shoulder, the light from inside dying with the door closing.

It’s colder than she had realized, the night sky clear and freckled with masses of stars, the moon bright overhead and appearing as if it leads the way home. Of course, Abnegation is like a ghost town, the opposite of Sarah’s Dauntless lifestyle. Most of the people here would be dining with their families and tucked up by nine, not long after their children’s heads had hit the pillow.

Sarah knew this route like the back of her hands. It took her through a patch of abandoned buildings and old streets. She admired the way nature had tried to claim back some of the carnage left behind; growing through the brickwork and sprouting in the cracks in the sidewalk. She even thought the space between Abnegation and Dauntless was like a different solitary world. It was usually the place where the bulk of her thoughts were left to run wild and the only witness of her dreaming was the sun or moon itself. The old buildings were like long forgotten whispers of the past, only still present to be remembered for what was - like gravestones, sad but beautiful.

But something has Sarah peer over her shoulder. Not once had she ever feared walking the short track home, but like the connection she processed when people's moods changed, the same feeling slipped down the back of her neck unexpectedly.

She increases her pace a little more, no longer able to wander in her thoughts - when she hears a sharp scrape behind her. She gasps, having heard it so evidently, twirling round to… nothing. Staying completely still, though her breath left raggedly through her open mouth no matter how hard she tried to control it, the old street remained silent.

After the initial fear, her anxiety creeps in. “Get yourself together, Sarah…” she whispers to herself. “This is stupid.” Turning and heading back towards Dauntless once again, every piece of her skin is on alert. The urge to run ahead screamed in her thighs, but her mind kept her locked with indecisions and uncertainty of why she actually should if there was nothing physically there.

She doesn’t need to be convinced further when the sound of rocks scatter behind her. She grabs the front of her skirt and sprints without looking back. Turning a corner, she pushes herself up against the cover of a building. What sounded like debris is now large striding footsteps, approaching closer and closer. Peering down the dark street to her right, a path set away from her destination, she doesn’t know where it leads, or at least can’t remember precisely in this moment as adrenaline pumped through her veins and blocked her thoughts. Her fingers grip into the concrete behind her and she prays the person will pass without noticing her. The fight or flight instinct was a terribly blurry line between possible stupidity; standing up to whoever was coming behind her, or maybe a chance of escaping and unknowing.

She decides to face her fears, stepping out determinedly, though shaken and comes face to face with… Thomas. She doesn’t hesitate and throws herself into her younger brother’s arms.

“What are you doing?” he questions while chuckling as if she was insane for embracing him so tightly.

“You frightened me!” She whacks his back for good measure.

“I’m sorry. I just saw Mare and she said you’d just left and I didn’t want to miss you.” She still doesn’t let go. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine now.” Standing back she wipes her nose, beginning to smile as the threatening feeling evaporated. She even laughs. “God, I feel so stupid.”

“I’m not surprised. You looked it.” She whacks him playfully on the arm. “What are you so afraid of?”

“I thought I was being followed or… I don’t know!” Putting a hand to her hip, she breathes deeply. “Can you walk me home?”

“I would be delighted.” Enthusiastically, he guides her hand to the crook of his arm and covers it with his own. Sarah feels safe like this. Her once small and young brother; the one she used to protect from all the happenings of the past, now a strong man she could rely on who had changed roles with her. How things had changed. But his next words make her blood run cold. “I only saw you step around the corner, thank god I did, as I don’t think I would have spotted you.”

Sarah quickly calculates the time between when she had stopped and gazed down the path, back towards Abnegation. She swallows dryly. “Just now?”

“I sprinted the whole way. I got my daily dose of exercise.” He continues talking aimlessly, and Sarah peers back behind her, Thomas dragging her forward. What was that?

Sarah opens the door to the apartment and Eric is sitting at the dining table. He’s passive when he sees her, appearing as if he has been waiting. There is no work in front of him and his phone is under one of his hands. “You do realize you have a phone, right?” he asks sarcastically. But she ignores him, unwrapping herself from her long cloak and kicking her boots off.

Eric stands up and rounds the table, waiting a few feet from her.

“April?” Sarah questions.

He shakes his head before replying, “Nightshift.” She doesn’t miss the cocky lift in his lip from his own doing. “Double shift, too.” He seems proud of his own trifling.

Sarah pulls out her hair, unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress. She kicks her boots to one side, rolling down her stockings and lifts her dress over her head in one fluid motion. Standing still, Eric inclines his chin, another way of asking what she was up to.

For the final revelation, she unclips her bra, dropping it to the ground. That’s where Eric’s eyes flick to and then back to her face. “Well, this is a surprise.”

“Stop talking,” she says tremulously. Her last garment is her underwear, flung carelessly without breaking his eye contact. “Take your clothes off.”

Eric stares blankly at her for a moment. Ever so slightly his eyes narrow, his hands reaching up to undo his uniform. His jaw is set as he strips away his top layers, revealing a solid body etched with tattoos and specific marks gained from his line of work. As he breathes, his muscles flex under his skin as if in anticipation of her next move. And he takes a wide, confident stance under her perusal.

When she doesn’t move, he goes for his belt, but that is when she steps forward. “Wait.” She pads over, instantly caught by the close heat of him towering over her, a nervous shake tinging her fingertips. Unclipping his belt, she slides it from the loops of his pants. “Keep this.”

It’s an unusual request that throws him. In his pause, she unbuttons his pants, sliding them down his legs, then straightens, allowing him to remove them.

And then she offers her wrists to him with a mild blush on her cheeks.

“I don’t know what’s happening right now. But I’m not going to question it.” His voice is steady, pulling his belt tight over her desired destination. Tugging on the strap, she tags him along with her and he holds onto the belt until they reach the bedroom. Wrapping the loose leather a few times to secure her, he already knows what she wants.

Eric pushes her onto her front, moving up quickly behind her, and Sarah pants in anticipation. Rubbing the tip of his cock slowly over her clit, he nudges forwards to feel her center when he passes, easing his way in.

Sarah gathers the sheets into her fists, just as he charges forwards. She whimpers semi-consciously, arching her back, trying to spur him on, listening to the raggedness of his breath as the slow strokes are abandoned for hard thrusts; Eric’s control and awareness slipping. Sharp jolts knock her stability, constantly squirming to readjust as his grip tightens on her hips.

“Harder,” spills from her lips. But it’s not what she wants. Eric does what she says, a grunt escaping from his effort. “Harder, Eric. Harder.” Sarah was coaxing him, coaxing him to understand. “Harder!” When his palm connects with her thigh, half playfully, half in frustration it seems, she entices him further. “Yes, like that.” She turns around only to make eye contact, to tell him it was okay. “Again!”

The sound as his palm meets her skin, echoes in the air and she mewls, enjoying the sting. “Again!” And he does so on command. She can feel her body tightening, along with the build-up of guilt and stress she felt and pushed away on a daily basis; it all beginning to unravel. It gets to a point she doesn’t even comprehend what’s she’s saying, murmuring the same word over and over.

It’s only when Eric stops, she glances over her shoulder, irritated and unsatisfied. He’s sweating, panting, rubbing at his temples. “Eric… what-”

“I’ve come, Sarah.” His tone is something she’s barely ever heard before. He’s disappointed.

Lost for words, she awkwardly rolls over to face him in the transcending silence. “What? You mean…”

“You made me come. The way you were talking. What you were saying.” His face is pained, almost disgusted with himself. “Why do you want me to hurt you?”

Did she say that? “I… I…” It’s a fiery burn of embarrassment and loathing for herself that forces its way to the surface of her cheeks. “That’s not…”

“You made me take you like a whore!” Eric explodes, beginning to pace, constantly rubbing his face. “You’re my wife!”

“Exactly!” she retorts. “I am your wife. I… I…” She obviously wanted this, but not with this outcome. She hadn’t thought of the consequences of her over-exhilarant actions. “I am not a whore, Eric!”

“Then don’t make me fuck you like one!”

Sarah’s mouth drops open. Ultimately, she had caused this; she had done this. Eric had his kinks and they were never exactly conventional with their lovemaking but he was always in control. She had taken it to another level, something he wasn’t happy with. In her shame, she pulls the sheet up to cover herself.

Without another word, Eric heads for the door. “Wait! Where… where are you going?” Could she fix this? She could try if she could only talk to him for a moment. But deep down she knew he couldn’t, not in this raging state he was in.

“I can’t even look at you right now.” Eric slams the bedroom door shut. Sitting in the silence of their bedroom, Sarah doesn’t move; she doesn’t cry, doesn’t wallow in her own pity. What she felt, she deserved, and she embraced it.

Jack’s busy staring up at the ceiling. The pain is manageable, causing his mind to be restless. Most of the night he had all the time to think, which he usually wished for. But right now it was too much. Too quiet.

Hearing the door open to his small room, he glances over slowly to Chip smiling. “Came to see the patient. The others sent their regards,” he explains, his eyes traveling to Jack’s arm supported up to his chest to help aid his shoulder. “It suits you.”

Jack scoffs, sitting himself up further. “I’m done with this place.”

Chip strolls more into the room and touches the array of different wildflowers beside Jack’s bed. “Interesting… I would be more surprised if we hadn’t have gone on our woodwalk. I take you for a nature guy now.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Day off.” Chip shrugs, taking a seat on the spare chair next to his bed. “Kind of missed my grumpy friend.”

“You should be with the others.” Jack’s voice is husky, low, almost sounding defeated.

“The others are all doing boring shit or sleeping. Plus, half are still working. I’m just lucky I was picked first. They get the day off tomorrow.” They stare at each other too long until Jack looks away. “And I’m not going anywhere before you say it.”

“Why do you bother?”

In confusion, his friend’s face scrunches up. “What?”

“Why are you here? Why do you bother?” he repeats, sharper than before.

“I can see past the evasive front you put on. It’s getting rather boring now, Jacko Smacko.” Chip pushes from the bed to tilt in his chair. He seems to remember something and pulls out a notepad and pen and begins scribbling. “Jenny asked about you.”

“Great.” He rolls his eyes, his voice laden with sarcasm. “...I’ve been thinking about her the whole time I’ve been in here.”

“What have you been thinking about?” Chip mumbles and Jack looks over to his friend’s tongue sticking out the further he gets into whatever he’s scribbling. He doesn’t acknowledge him, or the fact his question is heavily prying as per usual.

“Honestly?” he asks after a moment. “I’ve been thinking about capping the dick who shot me.”

Rotating the notepad to a weird angle, his friend's voice is almost absent when he says, “You’re going to have an awesome scar.”

“I keep thinking…” He feels himself becoming irritable and hot, letting his head fall back onto the pillows propping him up. “...About my mom.”

Chip pauses now. “I don’t know whether to ask as you told me not to talk about your mom-”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Jack interrupts him and sighs. “I just keep thinking about her. I think about April too.”

“No offense, but I’ve never liked April. She’s such a bit-” He looks up at Jack and licks his lips. “…She’s a horrible person, man.” Chip looks down to his notebook. “She tipped a drink purposefully over me once in the Pit. We were in initiation together. She branded me a loser and…” He touches his hair, messing the top of his dark, sandy locks; a thing Jack noticed he did when Chip got nervous. “...She made my life practically hell. Typical class A bully.” He snorts to himself and begins scribbling quicker than before.

It shouldn’t be Jack’s burden to carry the guilt of what April’s done in the past, but he can’t help it. “Mate, you are not the only one. She’s my sister and at times I find it hard to like her.”

“She turned that entire class against me and ever since I’ve been trying to win back people’s respect because of her. She wasn’t that bad with anyone else. I was the only one. Do you have any idea what that is like?”

“I’m sorry.”

Chip inhales sharply, meeting Jack’s gaze, and this time neither breaks it. Obviously, an apology on April’s behalf was not what he was expecting. A smile reflects on both their faces slowly, and Chip turns the notebook to show him. “I’m a little rusty. Not my typical notepad either, it’s a bit small. And ignore the page lines, that’s-”

“You drew me?”

“I like to draw emotions… expressions. It just so happens you have so many of them.”

Cautiously Jack studies him. He’d never met anyone so persistent and open by Dauntless standards.

“You’re even doing it now,” Chip mentions with a smile and points at his friend to emphasize his point.

“Habit,” he mumbles quickly and looks down at his free hand.

“Shall I get coffee?” Chip asks, a coarseness to his voice as he drags himself out of the chair.

“Definitely,” Jack replies and watches Chip leave the room. A heavy feeling of confusion washes over him as he glances at the notepad left open on the chair next to him.

Sarah decides to have lunch back at the apartment with the pitiful hope Eric would come back to find her. He hasn’t. She’s aware of the sound of April banging around in her bedroom getting ready for the day after her night shift.

She sips a coffee, something Eric had got her accustomed to years ago as April makes an appearance, almost dashing by. “Hi, April,” Sarah says with a smile, putting down her coffee cup.

“Oh, hey mom,” she chirps back with a head of bouncing waves. Her eyes land on Sarah’s cup and she comes directly over and snatches it up, sipping it. Sarah was used to it by now.

“I like your hair.”

Vainly, April pulls on a strand. “Thanks! I thought it may be a bit much… You don’t think so, right?” Expectantly, she looks at her.

“I’ve always said you should leave it natural.” Sarah gets the vibe she is about to leave at any minute. “How was work last night?”

“Long, boring, irritating. The usual.”

“Will you sit with me for a minute?” April seems surprised, biting her lip, but does so anyway.

“Where’s dad?”

“I… I don’t know.” Sarah scoffs sadly, peering down to the table.

“You’re not going to cry or anything, are you?” April rolls her eyes. “You know I’m not good with that stuff.”

“No, no! I’m fine. Turn around and let me see the back,” she motions to her hair. April does so, her frame slender and petite from this angle and Sarah revels in the slight attention she has from her daughter, scrunching the ends. “You know, my little sister Elizabeth, Lizzie, your aunty, had very curly hair. I think you two would have gotten on really well, she was... something. You share a lot with your dad, but with her too.”

“Nobody really speaks about her,” April says quietly. “Mary gets all teary whenever she thinks about it or if it’s mentioned.”

“It’s... a hard subject.” Sarah tilts her head, still tending to her daughter's hair.

“What happened? I mean, I know it was an accident…”

Sarah has always avoided the facts as the children were always too young, but she couldn't find fault in the open truth anymore. “We were too late.” She stops, and April turns to face her questioningly. “Me and Mary went to find her after she ran away. The stupid girl wanted to be with the factionless. She couldn’t stand living with Grandma and Grandpa anymore. We found her, but it was too late.”

“Was dad there?”

“He has always been there.” It’s one thing she couldn’t fault him on. Still to this day, she couldn’t work out if Eric saved her that day; stopping her from devotedly crossing the train track to get to Lizzie.

“Is that what happens when people die? They just get forgotten?”

“It’s not that we have forgotten her. She was so full of life, she wouldn’t want us moping around.”

April’s blue eyes narrow. “That’s where you and me are different, mom. When I die, I hope people can’t live without me.”

“Don’t say such a thing! I couldn’t live without you. And I’m sure your father would have the same reply.” April shakes her head, looking out towards the door. “April,” Sarah says sharply. “It’s not forgetting about someone, it’s genuinely just time. It never stops. It never ceases.” She grabs her hand and holds it. “I wanted to keep you small forever, but without time, you wouldn’t have turned into the young and beautiful woman you are today.”

“Forced compliments make me cringe.”

“I’m serious. No matter what, you will always be my little girl. Can’t you see that?”

“This is a real nice mother-daughter moment, mom, but I’m going to be late for work.”

Sarah holds her hand tighter. “Please don’t shut me out anymore. I need you just as much as you need me.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you didn’t need Meredith. So, how could you possibly know about how much we need each other if you hardly had a mother yourself?”

“She’s the exception, not the rule.”

“You’re just like dad, rules to suit yourself - like Jack, for instance. Don’t try and fool me, I know you wish it was me out there and not him. It’s written all over your face, day in and day out.”

Sarah snaps her hand away as if she had been burnt. “How dare you say that!”

“But it’s true!” April stands up, knocking the table. “And you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, I guess that you and dad have had another row. The quicker he sees you for what you are, an Abnegation, the better. You’ve changed him. I hear all these great stories of this incredible Leader and I never get to see any of it! Why are you forcing yourselves to click with each other? You don’t match!” This was something April had kept submerged and she really couldn’t have picked a more harrowing time to vent them. They were her most inner thoughts and opinions on Sarah’s situation - and it was crushing. More so, because she couldn’t grasp what love is; what it took for them to finally find each other for who they were, sounding like the many bitter people who put themselves in the way of their relationship before. She didn’t see her; her mother, a person willing to see past any front April tried to depict. A friend; Sarah spent so many nights praying to be. All she ever saw was gray. “...And when he divorces you-”

Sarah is possessed with such an awful hurt which unpredictably drags itself to the surface, that she stands up and slaps April’s face with force, just as the front door clicks and Eric steps into the room. Whether his face was like thunder before, she doesn’t know.

April lurches towards Sarah threateningly and Sarah loses her nerve, cringing back.

“April!” Eric bellows. The young girl pants in anger, a red swelling on her cheek from her mother’s hand, the payment of her awful words, and storms past him while all he does is watch.

“I… I didn’t mean to do that…” Sarah runs a hand through her hair, pushing flyaways back in place. “You didn’t hear what she was saying…”

“Have you gone mad? Have you lost your mind? I come back to talk, at the very least, and see you taking a swipe at April now?”

“She was saying hateful things. She loathes the very ground I walk on over something I can’t control. You know what she is like!”

“Oh yeah, I know. But I also thought I knew you.” Eric wipes at his mouth quickly, an irritable fashion he usually did before he exploded. “If you want to take your anger out on someone, take it out on me, not our daughter.”

“You’re defending her?” Sarah says exasperatedly, throwing her arms up. “No… no… Of course you are. I’m stupid to think otherwise.”

“You’re acting pretty fucking stupid right now.”

“I wonder why!” Nothing short of hysterical was the only thing Sarah could begin to describe her tone of voice.

“That’s a question I keeping asking myself!” He steps forward and Sarah’s arm shoots out to stop him.

“She wants you to divorce me!”

“Oh, she does? Is that what you think I’m going to do? If you do, you don’t know me very well either. I took my vows seriously, Sarah.” He proceeds to approach cautiously all while she stands numbly with her outburst, hand to her forehead. “Do you want me to?”

She looks up at him. “No, of course not...”

“At least we’ve got that settled. You’re listening to a lonely girl’s cry for help with a plate load of shit waiting for you back at the office. If it’s too much, just say so.” The head tilt with his reply is a test. She’d seen it so many times now. She knew he had expectations of her and she didn’t want to fail him. He looked completely fresh in his uniform, down to his spotless boots. And she felt sweaty and disheveled, her nerves trip-wiring while he always managed to make it seem effortless.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers defeatedly.

“What for?” His voice is low, not threatening anymore, almost comforting.

“I’m not strong. I’m not like you.” It started to give her a sense of why Eric was how he is. Until put into a similar position, she couldn't fathom her mind being drafted into different sections. She’d always been primed with tasks that were never too much of a responsibility. Yes, she sounded for the council in Abnegation on other topics people relied on, but never to this difficulty of Erudite. With the added effects of April and Jack, it was a recipe for personal and professional disaster. “I try, I really do.”

“Sarah...” As always, he lets his fingers tuck her hair away, gently tilting her face up to him. “I’ve always wanted you for who you are.” He shrugs. “Maybe, at first, I couldn’t quite get that. But I see it now. And always have since. I don’t want you to be like me, sweetheart.”

“But I’m not weak,” she stresses.

“No. You certainly aren’t.” He scoffs, his hands leisurely enveloping her waist. “Who else could stand me for nearly eighteen years? If anything, I feel kind of lucky.”

“Last night-” she rushes to say but he interrupts her.

“Forget about last night.” He dismisses it with a wave of his hand and swiftly cradles her head, pulling her forward, his lips in her hair, he lets her rest in the crook of his neck. “Forget about it. And forget about April too, she’ll get over it. Plus, I have something to show you.” She pulls back to the picturesque sight that is his smirk.

Eric had guided her to the Leader’s suite and covered her eyes as the elevator appeared on their floor. He walks her slowly as she grips his wrists, anxious and a little excited about what was in store that was so top secret that he couldn’t just say.

“You’re scaring me a bit,” she comments, her hands gripping his wrists tighter while she is constantly driven forward by his chest hitting her back.

“That’s alright,” he whispers close to her ear. “Being scared makes you hold me closer.” He pushes up purposefully from behind. “And it reminds me of a time, years ago, down in the dark of the basement when we were trying to find those shitty panels.” His hands tighten on her skin as he mumbles, “Your wide eyes, open mouth, that quivering break in your voice.”

“There was no way, at the time, that you were thinking that.” She scoffs and laughs at how she remembers Eric back in the day. “You were stomping your feet, and you were mad that you had to go and fix the problem yourself.”

“How do you know exactly what I was thinking?” He bites at her neck suggestively, and as she flinches to stop him, he keeps his hands steady over her eyes. “No looking.”

“I remember thinking, ‘what would he do if I reached out and touched him’, as we were descending the steps. I was truly frightened then. I couldn’t see my own feet.”

“Honestly, I was hoping you would.”

Sarah beams, biting her lip to control herself as they swayed to a stop, the familiar waves of heat beginning to tighten pleasantly in the pit of her stomach. “Can I open them now?”

“Hold on.” It sounds like a door clicking open and Eric flicking on a light. A strong smell of fresh paint and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on entranced her senses in a rush. It made it almost impossible to wait any longer, Eric was really drawing this out, until he says, “Okay, you can look now.”

Sarah opens her eyes and gasps.

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Dauntless: Daddy Dearest (Part 8)

Eric x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst

"Hi, Kai! Look at Mommy!" I heard Camille coo from the other room, using that baby voice of hers. "Mommy's gonna getcha toes!"

I sighed as I ran a towel through my short hair, the mirror in front of me steamed up. Camille was entirely focused on the kid now, who was just big enough where she wasn't frightened to death if she laid him in the floor for a few seconds. He was eating his hands at this point, making little baby sounds, filling up his diapers like a champ.

He peed on me once, so I wasn't sure if that was a show of dominance or not.

I took it as one.

I pressed my hand against the mirror, slowing swiping at the steam built up there. My piercings glinted back at me, and so did my permanent frown. I was tired, I'd let Camille sleep last night and had taken care of Kai when he cried; he wasn't so bad now, he only cried maybe once a night, and once I picked him up and bounced him a little he was fine.

Sure, the first month had been hell, but the second wasn't so bad; that or we were both getting used to it.

Although, the sex... I wasn't used to that yet.

I sighed again as I finished dressing, stepping out the open bathroom door. I gazed down the hallway, seeing Camille had Kai on his back in the floor, her legs criss cross as she sat in front of him. She had his little toes between her fingers, making silly faces down at him.

So tough.

"Now how is he supposed to instill fear when you're grabbing his toes?" I chuckled as I walked inside, Camille sending me a look.

"He's a baby, he's not supposed to be tough," she rolled her eyes as she leaned her head back so I could give her a quick kiss. "Not for another few years."

"Ahuh. I still think he'll be leading the daycare into a riot when he's a toddler."

"That's what you hope."

True.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

I grabbed two cups from the cabinet, setting them down before filling them up. I glanced back as Kai made a squealing sound, and Camille's face lit up.

"Did you hear that? He just laughed!" She gasped, a smile lifting her lips.

"Sounded more like a squeal to me."

"It was a laugh, Eric!"

Yeah, sure, whatever.

Squeal.

I just shrugged my shoulders, setting her coffee down on the coffee table before sitting on the sofa. Kai waved his fists around indignantly when Camille stopped touching him, reaching for her cup.

"How old does he have to be before he starts doing things?"

"Doing things?" Camille quirked a brow at me as she sipped her coffee.

"Yeah. Walking, talking, stuff like that."

"Not for a bit. Usually they're about one before they start walking, I think."

"So he's just going to be a wallowing loaf for another ten months?"

"Eric." She frowned at me. "Stop comparing him to a loaf of bread."

"That's what he looks like."

Her frown increased.

Hey, I wasn't going to lie. A loaf of bread is a loaf of bread!

In this case, one that screamed a lot.

Screaming loaf.

To make my point, the burrito let out a screaming wail, startling Camille so badly she nearly spilled her coffee. She sighed as she sat the cup down, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand before reaching for him, her voice soft and warm.

When I screamed at her I got a completely different reaction.

"Do you have to work today?"

"No. Not today," I lean back into the sofa cushions, sipping my coffee. "Max is giving me a break."

"Good." Camille relaxes slightly. "It'll be nice for all of us to be together before I begin with the new initiates. They'll be here in a few more weeks."

"Yep." I frowned into my coffee. "How are you doing with him in daycare? Getting more rest?"

"Yeah, but I miss him." She brushed her fingers through his black curls, his fingers in his mouth again. "I wake up looking for him and nearly have a panic when I can't find him."

Mothers.

"Can you watch him for a few minutes? I'll start us some breakfast."

"You don't want to go to the hall?"

"No. You know they don't want the kids in there when the soldiers from the wall are switching." she says, climbing to her feet. I set my cup down, switching places with her in the floor. "They're too rowdy for the children."

"I don't know, that daycare is pretty brutal," I reply, looking down at the son I fathered. He stares at me with big, wide eyes, gumming his fingers to death. "Two kids tried to kill one of their teachers, there was lots of blood, some goring."

I knew Camille rolled her eyes at me, but half of it was true.

"Yes, I'm sure."

I chuckled, and picked Kai up, keeping my hands firmly around his waist as I pull him to me. His wet fingers immediately latch around my thumb, just big enough to encircle it before he tried to bite it as well. My lips twisted as I pulled away from him, seeing his small mouth pucker like he wanted to cry before his fingers were being gnawed on again.

He just kept looking at me, occasionally blowing bubbles, flailing his free hand around a little; he had a tough grip, strong fingers.

"He'll be one of the best fighters in Dauntless one day," I say, straightening his blanket before letting him rest on his stomach, his little feet kicking the floor. "His grip is already strong."

"What if he doesn't want to be a fighter? What if he wants to be a farmer one day?"

"Amity?" I snorted at that. "No way. Not my kid."

"Got something against them?" Camille sounded amused, and she wasn't fighting with me, for once.

"No, of course not. But Kai has a lot to live up too, being our kid. He has to carry on our reputations." I replied, lightly rubbing the crown of his head, feeling how soft his hair was. "If we really mess up with him though, we can just have another one, do it right?"

"Ha! We better do right with him," Camille scoffed, and I sent her a smirk.

"What? Didn't enjoy being pregnant?"

"Eric, let me shove a pineapple up your ass and you push it out and tell me if it's enjoyable."

I laughed at her, I couldn't help it; she sent me a nasty look over her shoulder from the stove, and Kai let out another squeal, as if he knew what had been said.

"See! That's a laugh!"

"I think he just knows he can make noises now," I chuckled, but I hesitated as I heard a knock on the door. My eyes flicked to Camille, who frowned as she looked at how early it was.

"I got it," I muttered, starting to stand.

"Pick him up then! Don't leave him lying there by himself!"

"What? Where is he going to go? He can't even roll yet."

"Eric."

Jeez.

I frowned as I lifted the loaf into my arms, cradling him against my shoulder as I moved towards the door. His fingers latch tightly into my t shirt, and he nuzzles his face into the warmth of my neck.

For fucks sake, he was adorable.

I tugged the door open, frowning.

"Mel, what are you doing here?" I muttered, keeping my voice soft. Mel stood stiffly in the doorway, looking like she'd rather melt through the floor then have to face me after the other night; I mean, I'd sort of shoved her into the floor and basically told her drunk ass to fuck off, so no doubt it damaged our so meaningful relationship.

"Max wanted me to tell you that the op is finished for the most part," she said after a moment, her eyes going to the baby I held against my shoulder. "Four has agreed to oversee the rest of it, him and Tris both. Someone will be stopping by later with some papers you need to overlook, detailing the incident with the factionless."

Kai shifted at her voice, his blue eyes finding her after a few moments. She blinked at him, almost distrustfully.

"So that's your thing, then?" Her hands went to her hips as she looked at him. "He definitely has your eyes, I guess he is yours after all."

I heard something clang rather forcefully behind me, and I sighed; no doubt Camille heard that comment, and she didn't like Mel anyway. I'd never told her that we used to be fuck buddies, but I figured she knew as much.

"His name is Kai," I said simply, not wanting Camille to tangle with Mel in the middle of the hallway; she wasn't in top shape yet.

"Huh." Mel narrowed her gaze at him, which is enough to make most men cower back. Kai just looks at her, his thumb gravitating inside his mouth again, and my lips twitch; boy was as brave as an infant as I was as an adult.

"Is that all you needed?" I said after a moment, the scent of breakfast hitting my nose; my stomach wanted to rumble, I didn't realize how hungry I was! "Little man is ---."

"Yeah, that's all." Mel waved her hand dismissively, taking a step back, as if she couldn't wait to get far enough away from me. "See ya."

I watched curiously as she took off down the hall, disappearing around the corner quickly; huh, if I knew being around a baby would make her run away, I would have brought Kai with me to work.

"What kind of shit comment was that?" Camille hissed the instant I closed the door, wielding a long spoon as if she was going to whap me with it. "The fuck does she mean, 'I guess he is yours?'"

"That's just Mel for you," I shrug.

"I should fucking break her neck for that comment," my girlfriend growled, glaring down at the eggs she was cooking. "Stupid fucking cunt."

I chuckled, and slipped Kai down into the little seat trap Camille had at the table. I strapped him in the best I could, all that thing lacked was manacles to hold him in place.

"Did I do this right? Is there also a head brace I'm missing?"

Camille glanced behind her at the seat, then shook her head. "No, it's fine. Here." She turned, setting two plates on the table. I went for our coffee cups, grabbing them and topping them off before returning to the table. She sat down beside our kid, who was already starting to look sleepy.

I glanced at Camille as I picked at my breakfast, studying her.

I loved this woman, and I think I did so more now then even before, if that was possible. She was tough, and even after having a baby, she was ready to pound someone's face in for an errant comment. She was tough, the epitome of what Dauntless stood for, and I doubt I could have picked a better woman to accidentally have a kid with.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Camille frowned at me from beside Kai. "I didn't poison your food, Eric, you've not pissed me off enough."

"I was just thinking about how much I love you," I reached forward, curling my fingers through hers.

She blinked at me a moment, as if surprised. "Oh." She looked down at a moment, frowning at her plate. "Now I'm not sure if I poisoned it or not. Are you feeling alright?"

I grinned. "I'm fine. I just love you. Is it that weird that I'm saying it?"

"Considering it's not after we've just fucked, kind of. I mean, I love you too," she adds hastily, giving me a small small. "Not saying I don't, I just ---."

"I know." I tighten my hold on her fingers as they lace through mine, warm. "I don't say it enough, but I do. Otherwise we wouldn't be in this."

"You mean you would have bailed the first moment you realized I was carrying your spawn?"

"Possibly."

She rolled her eyes at me, glancing at our son. Funny how easy it was to think of him like that now, at some point I accepted it. Not like I had a choice, he's around for the next sixteen years regardless of whether I wanted to acknowledge his existence or not.

"He looks a lot like you, you know. Your eyes, and I'm pretty sure he got your nose."

"Looks like his hair is black, like yours."

"But he has that lax curl like yours."

"I don't have curl."

"You would if you let your hair long enough."

"I do not have curl."

"Eric."

"No."

She smiled, and stood slightly so she could lean across the table, kissing me softly. I leaned into her lips, returning the affection.

Man how I wished I could take it further.

~~~~~~~

"So, how's fatherhood treating you?" Zeke asked as he followed me through the compound; we were going to greet the new initiates on the rooftop today, Camille was going to meet us in the training room after she dropped Kai off at daycare; it was her first time visiting that place, and since I'd been bringing him every morning, I felt it was much more under control.

"What does it matter?" I grunt in annoyance; I'd already had to change my shirt twice today with Kai spitting up on me after his breakfast, but I was quickly growing immune to baby puke; at least it hadn't been pee this time. I wasn't going to be very intimidating to new recruits smelling like that.

"Just curious. You seem much more toned down since Camille popped the thing out."

"Toned down?" I frowned as I glanced back at Zeke, both of us starting up the steps to the roof. "The fuck do you mean by that?"

"Just that you're not throwing temper tantrums every five minutes. Usually someone looks at you the wrong way and you're ready to punch their throat in."

"I've more important things to worry about then some asshole," I responded in irritation; I wasn't toned down by having a kid, I hadn't changed at all! I was still the same person, I just... didn't view everything as a confrontation, I guessed. I was thinking about other things, what I was going to come home too, if Kai was going to be needing more stuff, if Camille needed a break tonight --- all of that seemed more important these days.

I ignored Zeke as we went up the steps, the metal clanging beneath our boots until we reached the roof. We walked over to the edge, and I could already hear the train in the distance.

One day, Kai would be jumping off that thing, coming to a rolling stop on the roof. Of course he would be the first to volunteer to jump off into the net below, he wouldn't be afraid of a drop like that. No, he was going to make me proud, and he was going to make Camille so happy he was her son.

I crossed my arms, wondering what he would look like when he got that big. Would he still have my eyes? Her hair? Would he be tall and broad like me, or smaller framed like her? I would prefer he take after me, of course, but slim would be acceptable, so long as he was fast, could get in quicker punches and dodge.

I'd have to teach him that early.

Sure, I didn't really start buffing out until my teenage years, until I was just about to go to my own initiation, so even then there was hope. He could be a skinny loser for a while before my genes really kicked in.

I knew Camille was obviously against the idea of a second kid, but it could always be a possibility. She would still be able to have them in sixteen years, right? Women could have children for ages, after all; if Kai really did abdicate the faction, we'd have another kid and we'd do it right that time.

The thought bothered me, him not wanting to be Dauntless, and the damned kid was only two months old!

There was too many years between then and now, I'd just have to make sure that Kai knew how good of a faction this was, how honorable it was to be apart of it. I would make sure he knew this was his home, where he was meant to be, and that any other faction was absolutely below him.

He wouldn't dare be Amity by the time he was sixteen.

"Here the kiddos come," Zeke said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I watched as the train doors opened, as black-clad teenagers began tossing themselves onto the roof, rolling to a stop with whoops and yells of victory, as if they thought the hardest part was over. I noticed a few other factions colors, but no Abnegation this year. It's rare they jumped faction; Four and his bitch girlfriend were rarities.

Time for another round.

~~~~~~~

"This is Camille, she's going to be your trainer while you're here," I told the transfers where I stood in front of them; my girl looked as imposing as usual, dressed in black, her eyes painted up like before she had the baby. She looked like her old self, complete with that ass-kicking smirk on those red lips. "You'll learn from her everything you need to survive this faction, from fighting to being able to stand the tests. I'll be taking you out on trips to the wall and through simulations. Four will handle the rest."

Four didn't seem pleased by the introduction, but I didn't care.

"Alright, transfers, follow me," Camille called, her hands on her slim hips; her chest might be rather big at the moment, but the rest of her looked as delectable as it used too. She made for one nice looking little number in the way those black jeans hugged the curve of her ass, too, I could appreciate that. "I'll show you where you're going to be living for the next few weeks. I hope you don't mind public bathrooms."

"Not if we get to share them with you," one of the boys smirked, and I narrowed my eyes immediately at the comment. Camille's eyes went to me immediately, tensing, as if she expected me to go stomping over and smash my fist into the side of the Candor's head; I was only going to shake him by his throat.

"Watch your mouth, transfer," Four barked just as I took a step forward. "You either show respect to your trainers or you can expect to be factionless, is that clear?"

I glowered at the kid, who looked a little surprised at the fact anyone even said something to him. Camille rolled her eyes, motioning once more with her hand for the kids to follow before she started off --- was it me or was her hips swaying a little more then usual? So help me if even one of them looked at her ass ---.

"No beating the transfers on their first day, Eric. We don't need them dead," Four said flatly, just loud enough where the boy at the back of the group could still hear. I saw him glance back uneasily. "We're here to train them."

"If they can't control themselves, and show respect, we don't need them." I snapped at him; that kid already signed his death warrant with me, I was going to make sure to run him ragged every second I got.

Camille was mine, an no one else was going to be rude to her.

~~~~~~~

"Do you think Kai is doing alright?" Camille murmured, sitting beside me in the cafeteria; it was custom for all of us to gather on the first day when the new initiates came in; they would start their training tomorrow, but today was one of celebration. "I mean, I usually check on him by now, what if something has gone wrong?"

"I'm sure he's fine," I said, propping my chin on my hand as I looked at her; she worried too much over the loaf. "If something wasn't, they would tell us."

"I'm not so sure about that, that daycare is a disaster," she grumbled, glaring down at the tray of food she had yet to touch. "I walked in and one of the teachers was crying."

"She does that, just overlook her," I sipped my drink, gazing around the loud and busy room. We'd found a table to the back, the seats around us still open; I wasn't surprised, Camille might have friends but no one wanted to be around me. "He's fine."

"But what if he's not?" She pressed, grimacing. "He's never been away from one of us this long."

"Camille, he doesn't know the difference right now, all he cares about is eating his fingers."

"Still. I can't remember if I sent his socks or not. What if his toes are cold? Do you think they check for that? They're so ---."

"Camille," I groaned, leaning back on the bench to look at her. "Stop. You're going to give yourself a panic attack. He's fine. He'll continue to be fine. I think you're the one who has issues with being separated."

"He's my son, Eric, I care about him." She glared at me.

"I know that. But panicking every five seconds when you're separated is going to make him into a little bitch who can't do anything on his own."

"He's two months old!"

"Almost three. Soon he'll be one, and then five, and then sixteen. If we want him to be able to take care of himself, you can't be worrying about him ---."

"Eric, you fucking idiot, he's a baby! He can't take care of himself, I have every right to be worried over him! You're not the one who spent nine months carrying him around!"

"No, but it certainly felt like it," I snapped, frowning at her; she didn't have to get a tone with me. "You made sure I didn't fucking forget."

She sucked in an indignant breath, her face flaring with color as she stared at me. She gave it a moment, her fingers curling into fists before she abruptly stood, stepping off the bench and storming out of the room.

I sighed, sitting my cup down.

What was I going to do with her? I get it, the kid was little, he needed us right then, but she didn't need to worry herself into getting wrinkles over it. Still, he was fine, the daycare took pretty decent care of the kids when the main lady was in control. It wasn't like those twins were going to burn it down or trap all the teachers in a closet or anything.

...

Son of a bitch.

Now I had to check on him.

~~~~~~

"I told you he was fine," I said, coming up to stand behind Camille where she knelt by Kai in the daycare, checking the warmth of his toes and fussing over him. I figured she would be here, plus she'd made me worry a little too, not that I would admit that. The daycare man just glanced at me as I swept by, but didn't comment as I went to where my girlfriend knelt; they'd all learned just to take my kid when I dropped him off, assure there would be control, and let me leave.

"What do you care?" Camille hissed over her shoulder at me, her long hair tangled as it slipped down her back. "You wouldn't know if a dog had eaten him or not!"

I rolled my eyes as I leaned against the wall, Kai's eyes following me. He gurgled, flailing at the air with tiny, sock-clad hands. I get they had to do that to make sure he didn't scratch himself, babies fingernails grew just like everyone else's, but it still looked weird to me.

"I check on him during the day,Camille. I come in at lunch and I pick him up. He's not just sitting here with no attention, the people are capable enough." Well, now they were, anyway.

She gave me the cold shoulder, ignoring me as she cooed down at our baby. He flashed his gums at her, trying to grab her finger, but she knew better; we might be used to baby spit, but that didn't mean we wanted it on us 24/7.

"Feel better about it now?" I asked after a moment, and she sighed, cutting her eyes back up at me.

"You piss me off, Eric. He's a baby, and he needs attention pretty regularly. Don't tell me I shouldn't be attached to him right now, we're not all as heartless as you."

I twitched; the insult shouldn't bother me, it never had before, but did she really think I didn't care about my own kid?

"I care about him, Camille, why else would I be here?" I muttered, squatting down beside her and where Kai sits in the small carrier, fat legs kicking. "I just don't want you worrying yourself until you're sick, or you're unable to train the initiates. You love your job, but if your mind is elsewhere, you're not going to be able to do it. You'll get moved."

Camille frowned, dark eyes glancing at me. "You still sound like an asshole."

"I'm being practical. Unlike Abnegation, we don't have stay at home mothers. We're all soldiers, we all have a job to do. Being away from Kai should give you some normalcy again, give you time to rest." I reached forward, brushing her hair behind her ear. "That's what you need right now."

"It doesn't seem like it," she sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I feel like I'm going crazy."

"You are crazy, but it's what made me love you," I cluck, earning a nasty look but a small smile. "Now, c'mon, he's fine. The initiates are good for the rest of the day, grab him and let's head home. We all have early mornings."

She sighed, but nodded her head in resignation.

Plus, she needed to eat something.

Camille was always a handful when she was hungry.

~~~~~~~

"There we go," I sighed, bouncing Kai lightly, his loud demon shrieks starting to slack; he didn't want to sleep tonight apparently, when he should be worn out from all the playing fifteen minutes earlier. Kai whimpered against my shoulder, black hair tickling my jaw as he nuzzled closer to me; I might not be able to hear out of that ear for a few days, but as long as he was sleeping, I didn't care.

I gave it a few more minutes, pacing back and forth along his nursery, talking softly to him like Camille does. It seemed to help him, he calmed down a little anyway. Finally, he started snoozing, and I took the opportunity to put him back in the crib. I hovered over him a moment, waiting for those blues to open and for the shrieking to begin again, but he remained quiet this time. I took an uneasy step back, then another, and another until I was at the door. I stayed there for a few more minutes, just to make sure, but he continued to sleep.

I frowned, slowly closing the bedroom door, praying that it didn't squeak or make any kind of sound that would wake him back up. I held my breath as the door shut firmly.

Quiet.

I crept away to the living room, seeing Camille sprawled across the sofa, her face buried in one of the throw pillows.

"He's down, I think," I said softly, not wanting to speak too loudly in case it bothered him. She slowly raised her head, bleary eyes finding mine.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, he's not screaming anymore."

She took that as enough answer, sitting up so I could plop down beside her, letting my head rest back against the couch with a sigh.

How did people do this?

Camille curled around me, letting her head rest on my chest as her arm slipped around my waist. I let my fingers tangle in her dark hair, feeling how soft it was, just like Kai's.

"How long until he stops doing this?" I mumbled, letting my eyes close for a few seconds. Camille snorted.

"When he's no longer living with us?"

I chuckled, shuffling down a little lower, propping my feet on the coffee table. "And how many more years do we have of that?"

"Sixteen."

Great.

"Do you still want another one?" Camille asked in amusement, her lips pressing into my t shirt.

"Not immediately."

"Not... so does that mean that you do want another one?" She almost sounded incredulous, and I looked down as she sat up. "Like seriously?"

"Well, I --- I don't know." I blinked at her. "Not any time soon, no. Kai is a handful in himself."

"That's not a no, Eric. You said you didn't even want one, let alone two."

"I never said that."

"Not in so many words, but it's the truth. Neither of us wanted kids, and now you ---."

"Camille, I never said that I wanted a second child." Was this going to be a fight? It felt like it was going to be a fight. "Earlier, I was joking, I didn't mean ---."

"So just one then?" She pressed, and I shuffled uncomfortably.

"What's going on?" I asked after a moment, studying her face. "Are you wanting another one or something?"

She hesitated.

Shit.

She did, didn't she?

"Not right now," she shook her head, frowning. "But Kai is going to get lonely if it's just him, isn't he?"

"I wasn't lonely and I was an only child." I pointed out, which only made her frown worse.

"Look how you turned out, Eric."

"I think I turned out fine. I bagged you, didn't I?"

She rolled her eyes; was this something she'd been giving some serious thought too, or just a whim? Our kid was just three months old, or nearly there, we didn't have time to start thinking about another one. I doubted I could handle more screaming from the baby and her, and the hormones she'd had during the pregnancy had drove me up the wall.

Plus, we'd actually have to fuck if she wanted a second spawn.

This had been a no fucking zone for months.

"This is serious, Eric."

"I get that. But why a second one? Kai is going to be fine on his own, he'll be strong. Plus, he'll have plenty of kids to keep him entertained when he starts school. Having a sibling to worry about and look after ---."

"What? You think one of them will go bad like my brother?" Camille snapped, and I stopped immediately, staring at her.

Her brother had been a definite bad egg, jumped faction, literally stabbed Camille so she wouldn't stop him and left her for dead. She'd ended up shooting him during one of our missions, when we'd run into him and he'd still attempted to kill her. They had some bad blood between them, but ---.

"Our kids won't be like that." I said thoughtlessly, shaking my head. "Kai would never turn on anyone, he'll be loyal."

"I thought Dante was like that too, but look what happened!"

"So then why do you want a second?" I was growing confused. Did she want another one or not? What was this about?

Camille stood with a frustrated sound, shaking her head as she paced away from me. I watched her, sitting on the sofa, wondering what the fuck was going on in my life.

How did it get this complicated?

Why couldn't we just fuck? Maybe that would settle her down, help her relax --- it used to help, anyway. I wasn't going to initiate it, considering the last time we'd started she'd ended up crying and it had been awkward for a few minutes. I get her body was still all strange, but my body was starting to get pretty fucking uncomfortable at this point.

I'd never gone so long without sex, and the longer the time racked up, the worse it seemed to get.

"Camille ---."

"Just never mind!" She hissed at me, before turning on her heel and stomping towards our bedroom. I groaned as she closed the door too loudly, holding my breath and then closing my eyes in resignation as Kai began to cry.

This was going to be a long night.

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