#no shade meant to the presenter btw she was very nice and informative about how to get jobs in this particular industry | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

beautifulramblingbrains · 6 years

Text

Deception - Chapter 6

Fandom: Divergent. Pairing: Eric/OC Rating: Mature content

With a Father in power and a past based on rumors, a story of deception entails.

Refresh yourself with the Fifth Chapter Here.

A/N: Been a while... again. Life is crazy, right? BTW I just used the old tag list. And thanks to murme as always :)

Tags: @murmelinchen @beltz2016 @tak3th3sh0t@singingpeople@frecklefaceb @equalstrashflavoredtrash@pathybo @tobiasbebrave @xxrubyredrosexx @maan2442 @ariwolff14 @kenzieam @lauraaan182 @red-diary @hells-helvig @mom2reesie

Eric strides ahead furiously while Kate tries to catch up, making their way towards her family’s apartment, to where they think Mick is. Luckily they hadn’t stumbled upon anyone and Eric’s phone had gone silent. It made it more worrying if anything because that meant the other Leaders were too busy, probably trying to sate the other factions.

“Eric,” Kate calls him, trying to get him to slow down. “Eric!” She jogs forwards, reaches out and grabs his hand. He jerks slightly, almost like he was about to pull away, but settles as he turns, impatiently waiting. “Does this change anything?”

Her voice quivers slightly with uncertainty and he pauses, his nose scrunching up in bewilderment. “What, Kate? What are you talking about? We have other issues to be thinking-”

“I’m not talking about us or about what happened at Candor,” she clarifies, “I mean the course, our training, is that cancelled? Weren’t we going to Amity tomorrow? Surely that’s impossible now. If we’ve riled the factionless-”

Eric cups her face again, for once not caring where they stood, out in the open for any person to see, and kisses her, hard. “Thank fuck,” he whispers. Kate is still stunned, and he pulls her to continue on their way, merely throwing over his shoulder, “Clingy isn’t my thing.” But he still holds her hand firmly.

By the time they reach the apartment they are out of breath, and Kate uses her key. Eric heads in first. Mick is sitting at the table with Lorraine in the kitchen. He slowly peers up between the two. “Well, this wasn’t an unpredictable scenario. Where there is Kate there is Eric. This is becoming a regular thing?” Mick quirks a brow. “It’s nice to see you take advice from your peers.” Mick directs a look towards Eric.

“Cut the crap,” Eric snaps. “The damage you’ve caused is irreversible.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Surely reminding the city of our cause is not an uncommon offence.” Mick picks up his drink from the table and sips it.

“The way it was executed is.”

Mick glances past Eric to Kate standing just off from his shoulder. “Kate, this doesn’t involve you. Go to your room.”

“No. I’m not thirteen.” Though her stomach twists, defying a parent she’d always admired. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“What a nice daughter you raised, Mick,” says Lorraine sarcastically from inside the kitchen. “Kate, do as your father says.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Kate exclaims while the twins appear in the hallway, crossing their arms identically, too interested in what’s unfolding in front of them. Lorraine’s face darkens. “What we want to know is why you and Jeanine have gone behind every other leader in Dauntless. In fact, every faction representative, and why.”

“I haven’t. Eric knew,” Mick says casually. “To an extent.” He probably thought it would make her doubt Eric, and she merely looks to him as he turns, an ebbing of guilt on his expression that she probably would’ve described as tactless if she didn’t know him any better. Her view of him had changed since the willingness to use the truth serum on himself. “It’s all for a purer community. It started with Divergents, it’s leaked to the problems we have with the factionless. It’s been in the works for years. Before my time in Dauntless ends, and before the factionless find the strength to rise against our conformity, we decided to progress.” Mick gets up, tucks his chair in and scoffs. “Come on, Eric. You’ve known from the very beginning the plans were to cleanse the city. You also know that couldn’t come into effect without a revolt from the factionless.”

“That’s not what’s troubling me. It’s the urgency,” Eric says.

“I’d like you to leave, Eric. I have a lot to do this afternoon.”

Mick was not willing to share anything. The urge to scream at him about the music box, about her mother was on the tip of her tongue. It boiled deep inside her gut. If Eric did leave, she was left with this mess, with these people she felt she didn’t know anymore. “Eric leaves, I leave.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Mick sighs. “The last thing Eric wants is to be weighed down with you. He has a job to do.”

Kate slips her hand back into Eric’s. His head lowers a little, his tongue in his cheek until he lifts it, a glazed over expression, the unwillingness to let her go now.

Mick nods slowly at the conclusion. “So, my suspicions are true.” Lorraine’s mouth hangs open, the twins shocked. “I’m disappointed. I’m disappointed in both of you. You have betrayed me. You’ve ignored everything I’ve ever said.” Mick’s face starts turning a shade of red, of anger, his eyes wide, spittle coating the table. “You were supposed to keep her attention away from others, not fuck my daughter!” his voice booms, making Kate flinch.

“You are dead to me,” he tells Eric. “You were like a son to me. But now you are nothing - nothing. And mark my words, Kate, you’ll be back here soon, realising the massive mistake you’ve made.”

“Mick, we didn’t plan-” Eric tries calmly.

“Shut the fuck up or I don’t even know-” He throws a hand up in the air, and Lorraine approaches, touching his shoulder in some sort of comfort, but he shrugs her off. “Don’t touch me, woman!” The stupid woman does anyway. “I said, don’t touch me!” He points to Eric, “You, get out of my home!” Mick sniffs, using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe the spit from his mouth. “Fuck it, I’m just going to kill you.” He pulls his gun, and Eric pulls his with a lightning reaction, both aiming at each other.

“Stop!” shouts Kate. Both of them don’t move, don’t even glance her way. She steps in front of Eric, and with a grunt, Mick lowers his gun, Eric copying with hesitation. She pushes him by walking backwards, into the small lobby and through the door. The last sight being Mick, with a face fully set on revenge.

Eric’s place is small, a neat and barely lived-in home, with an open lounge, kitchen and two rooms set off from it, being the bathroom and bedroom. It felt cramped and cold, the mere image of Eric returning home here every night a little heart clenching.

It’s the first time she’s been there, and they don’t speak, both mentally going through what has happened. Though, Eric doesn’t get to dwell much on it and had been off on his phone pretty much from the moment they got inside, contacting other members to get information.

Kate takes off her boots and goes to the bedroom to give him privacy as he paces with the phone stuck to the side of his face, and plants herself neatly on the end of his bed. Leaning on her knees, head hanging low, she fears what was going to happen next. The mysteries of her mother were thwarted by Mick’s reactions, by her actions about deciding to leave so suddenly. Ones that she hadn’t thought about since Candor mounted up on top of the present situation causing an immovable weight on her shoulders.

But there was a threat lingering that she knew Mick was totally capable of seeing through.

Eric suddenly comes into view, kneeling in front of her. “I have work to do. I’ve got to go. There’s been reports of a factionless movement, groups around Erudite gathering. The wall has had reports of suspicious activity. Whatever your father has done, it’s sent a ripple effect.” She barely looks at him. “Hey,” he strokes some hair from the side of her face, trying to joke, “A normal day at the office.”

“It’s not that.”

“If you want to leave you can,” he says a little sterner.

“It’s not that either, Eric.” She looks to him, her chest constricting. “He hates us.”

“He hates me. He dislikes you... temporarily.”

“How are you so calm about this?” She touches his hand that had drifted to her neck. “I know him. You know him. He will stick to his word.”

“He’s got a lot on his plate to be thinking of chasing me around Dauntless at the moment.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m pretty hard to kill when I want to be.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Stop talking shit. It’s his fault. He’s the one with the secrets. He’s the one calling out conformity. It’s his fault,” he stresses. “I just pissed him off. And that’s something I’m good at.”

“What should I do? Am I needed? Surely the security increase-”

“For the moment you can perch on my bed and look pretty.” He stands up, caressing the side of her jaw and turns, but Kate stops him by tugging his hand. “I can’t stay.”

“I don’t want you to stay,” her voice trembles. “I want you to do what my dad thinks we already have.”

“Everything is falling apart around us, and you-”

“Things are changing every minute. Time doesn’t stand still. Life is short.” He still seems torn, so she gets up, unbuttoning her jacket and throwing it off. She lifts her vest and discards it to the ground beside her, then her sports bra. She’s toned, each fevered breath accentuating the muscles of her abdomen. Eric bites his lip, moving towards her, touching the skin, dancing down her ribs, then loops his fingers over the top of her leggings and drags her forward, crashing into him. They are breaths apart, her lips almost touching his. “I have imagined this,” she admits, and he smirks.

“So have I.” His kiss is featherlight, pausing only to shrug his top layers off. He has more tattoos twirling across the front of his body, down to his side and forming into the back tattoo she’d seen in the locker room before. There’s a dusting of hair, his chest wide and intimidating.

She lets the kiss take away the hesitation, falling when he pushes her back onto the bed. Looking up at him, she keeps his eyes as the rest of his clothes disappear. She lets him pull her leggings and underwear down together, suddenly nervous when he climbs on top of her. But that melts away with the taste of his mouth, his tongue just gliding against hers, his hands sliding across her stomach and down, down where her core clenched.

“Uh,” she hisses through her teeth, eyes closing, head falling back with the feel of his fingertips trailing across her clit and testing her. It makes her flush, his large fingers pushing inside her, his mouth finding her neck, his heat so close.

All the sensations have her gripping onto his arms, at the bed. Again and again stealing her mouth, all while she couldn’t stop the pleasant sounds he evoked from her. She’s lost in him, in herself.

When there is a pause, a shift in his weight, she feels pressure, as he slides the head of his cock into her, and they stop altogether, watching each other for a moment. He steadies himself on his elbows and looks down upon her face.

“Don’t tense up,” he whispers, kissing her lightly, pushing forward inch by inch. There’s a wash of pleasure on his face, something she’s never seen. It excites her to see the veil of his exterior dropping.

Eric’s body is clammy, slowly rocking. His composure drops altogether as he tumbles to rest his head in the crook of her neck, chasing the build she can feel. It’s wet and slippery, and he moves to grip her shoulder, thrusting a little quicker, pained that he has to hold back.

She grasps the back of his neck as his hand slips down to her breast, kissing her roughly, then uses it against her clit, concentrating on her more than himself.

But it didn’t matter anymore. The touch took away the pain, and it drew out the build in her lower belly, the tension unravelling. He moved upon her, but the reality was lost as she arched up into him. His groan is quiet over the pulse in her ears and he thrusts one last time, panting. And it feels like her muscles melted into the bed beneath her.

Eric pulls out and props himself on his elbows. “It gets better,” he breathes.

Kate begins giggling, watching him wiping the sweat from his temple. “Your bed talk is the best.”

“It’s nothing compared to those little noises you make.” He smiles and his breath is still lost from their moment, a pink dusting on his cheekbones. “Couldn’t get a word in if I tried.”

Kate hits out at him. “Shut up!”

“Least you could have done is sighed my name…” he continues.

“I’m not versed in porn.” Her laugh filters out as he sits up, remembering there was a job to do.

“I could get used to seeing you naked on my bed though. In fact, just naked, anywhere.”

“Eric!” He’s laughing as he gets up and rounds up his clothes.

“Stay here, Kate. If you get called on a squadron, don’t go,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head.

“I have to.” She watches him pull up his pants and button them, grabbing his jacket. He leans down to her and kisses her quickly.

“I know. But at least I tried.” Eric couldn’t hide that he was a Leader first, his ethics last. And he knew that she would refuse to be left behind.

Mick brewed over a stiff drink in his office. Strangely, the floor is quiet as the ruckus throughout Dauntless had most of its members called out on duty. The only person he who had bothered him was Jeanine, sprouting question after question to the point he ignored her. And the guard he’d sent searching Dauntless for Kate had come up with nothing. The guard was now headed to Eric’s apartment. It was the last place Mick wanted him to go to confirm his fears, but he needed to know where she was in all the chaos.

“Sir,” a young man pops his head in the door, into the dark of Mick’s office, “Reports on locations you requested.”

Mick flicks a wrist for him to come closer, and the young man places the papers on the desk, nods and leaves.

He searched through endless names until he found the one he was looking for: Eric Coulter, and his latest location.

He’d gone to the wall. To the exact place most of the Factionless protests of a new-world beyond-the-wall usually occurred. Though he had to admit, his plan of riling the factionless had worked, and no way in hell was Loretta able to reign in every factionless outpost, no matter what authority she seemed to hold over them. He’d created a wide panic, flushed them out of shadows and whispering with intentions to destroy the city and factions system.

Why would everybody hate him for trying to protect them?

And that fucking bastard Coulter boy had taken away his Kate. She hated him too without a single shred of doubt.

Mick downs the rest of his bourbon, sighing at the burn, then picks up the phone. It rings through to a team, a squadron not far from the wall, area code fifteen, the place where Eric would be.

“Interlinking walls above the base wall should be demolished immediately. Permission to rig and commence without fault or hesitation.”

“Sir?” responds an officer, a mixture of wind and shouting in the background behind him. “There are people up there.” The phone cuts in and out, a whistle piercing his ear and that makes him shift back away from the receiver for a moment.

“Can you hear me?” Mick asks haughtily, just hearing a confirmation above the scratching signal. “We’ve been intercepted. Execute the plan, soldier.” Mick slams the phone down, and sits back, clicking his fingers.

Kate doesn’t have to wait long until she gets a call from an automated response message linked to every faction member in case of emergency. And this was as good as any.

Leaving Eric’s after a quick shower, she heads to the Pit which is flailing with life below her as she stands peering down the walkway. There is a queue of Dauntless suited with guns, other Leaders such as Max she could see clearly standing on a crumpled wall to address them. But to her relief, Mick isn’t here.

Pulling back her wet hair into a ponytail, she can’t help the betrayal of her emotions as she scours the bodies for Eric, who is nowhere to be seen.

A hand lands on her shoulder and it is her running partner Laura. “Kate! Do you know what’s going on?!” She sounds panicked, out of breath.

“It’s the factionless. But to what extent, I don't know yet.” She stops as a group of people clump past them, taking the stairs, feeling the vibrations through the metal. It makes Kate’s heart race, a panic in her gut. Laura moves away like she was about to follow them, so Kate pulls her closer to shout over the ever-increasing volume of voices. “Have you seen Eric?”

Laura shakes her head. “Let’s go down and get kitted out. We can find out. I’m sure Max will know.”

Kate follows her down into the rush, pushing and shoving, people shouting and overly excited conversations. Groups are exiting through the front entrance, and Kate has a strange feeling watching them. The feeling in her stomach doesn’t last as she is pulled by Laura through a gap to a table and someone hands over a basic kit. She quickly assembles the belt around her waist and shoulders her weapon.

Max hops off the wall, and Kate sees her opportunity. She grabs Laura’s hand and dives through the crowd until she can reach him. She raises her voice, shouting, “Max!” and waving her hand in the air until he spots her.

Max isn’t happy. “Nice to see that father of yours getting his hands dirty,” he scoffs.

Kate ignores him. “Have you seen Eric?”

“Eric’s gone.” He gets distracted, signing something a person hands to him. “He’s at the wall.”

“Is anyone leaving for the wall now?” Kate is still being tussled about, but holds her stance strong, even if an elbow did wind her.

“In about twenty minutes. You...” he starts to stammer, “You should stay here.” It was Mick obviously playing on his mind.

“I’m going, Max,” Kate says determinedly, a frown etching on her face. “But what about Dauntless?”

“Don’t worry about Dauntless. Safety measures are being taken. I’m staying here. The other Leader’s are out there.” He pauses, glancing around the room but Max seems finished with this conversation. “Everybody, get to your positions!” he shouts across the sea of bodies.

Kate turns to Laura. “I need to get a place to the wall.”

“It’s probably full leaving so soon, you’ll have to do a different section.”

“No, I’m going to the wall,” she says firmly, a softening on Laura’s face as to knowing why. “Eric’s there.”

“Let’s get you to the wall then.”

Kate barely takes a step, a hand landing on her shoulder. “I’ve been ordered to take you back to Leader Jones.” The man stands heads taller than her, possibly even taller than Eric.

“You can tell Leader Jones that there is a situation here.”

“Orders are orders.” His hand tightens on her shoulder, pulling her towards him. The only thing that stops the momentum is Laura still hanging onto Kate’s other arm.

“Get off her, doofus!” she shouts, pushing at him. And Kate sees the opportunity, slamming her heel down onto his foot, immediately releasing her.

They leave him in their wake as they rush, pushing others out the way, then begin to laugh at the stupidity of it. Throwing themselves through the entrance, the trucks are waiting in line, being filled to leave. They pass between each one, asking which is going where until they find the right one.

“I’m coming with you,” Laura says, excitement in her eyes, and they ignore the calls of line-jumping and hop on board. The minutes seem like seconds until the tail of the truck is lifted and ordered to leave to which both girls sigh in relief. On the steps of Dauntless, by the entrance, they see the man her father had ordered to find her, and Kate puts her finger up at him to the shrill shriek of Laura.

Max stops in the brightly lit doorway of Mick’s office, seeing Mick’s outline in the darkness.

“It’s just me and you here. And I think we need a chat.” Max smiles, strolling into the room.

“Not now, I’m busy,” Mick says, trying to get rid of him quickly.

“Nursing a drink in the dark, yeah, looks it.”

“Have you seen Kate?” Mick asks.

“Briefly. She boarded a truck, I think. Wasn’t listening to my plea to stay put.”

Mick slams his glass down. “What truck?” He stands, throwing his chair out. “Going where?” His stomach drops - he already has a pretty good guess.

“To the wall,” Max says with a shrug. Up behind Max comes the man who was supposed to fetch her, and he shakes his head. “What’s going on?”

“Why didn’t you stop her?!” Mick picks up the phone to call the squadron he’d ordered earlier, but the number rings out with no answer. “Is there a problem with the phone lines? Why aren’t they answering?”

“Lines are clogged. Keep trying.”

Mick picks up his jacket from the back of the chair, dashing towards the door. “You keep trying! Tell them to cease all orders!” He taps the man by the door and tells him silently to follow. There won’t be enough time! his thoughts shouted.

Max scoffs, looking around at the darkness, then leaves. He was sick of doing Mick’s dirty work.

#deception #chapter 6 #beautifulramblingbrains #jai courtney #eric divergent #eric divergent fanfiction #fanfiction #divergent #insurgent #eric coulter

51 notes · View notes