#divergent eric fic

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Schoolboy Crush: Part 1, Part 2❤️‍🔥

Ghost in the Hallway

Simon Goes Fishing 🐇 💙

The Scout: Part 1 ❤️‍🔥 (in progress)

Have You Seen My Boyfriend? 💙 🚀

Locked out On Valentine's / Ending 1 / Ending 2 ❤️‍🔥

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Stay a Wee Longer 🐇🥰

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Badman, John Mactavish ❤️‍🔥

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🚬🍵 John Price 🚬🍵

John Comes Home 🐇💙

You'll be alright, love ❤️‍🔥🥰

Whose Wife is This?: Part 1 💙 eventual❤️‍🔥 (in progress)

Quiet John 🐇

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🚁 Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🚁

Gaz really loves his wife 🐇

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🤠 Task Force 141, etc 🤠

A Diamond in the Rough 💙 (idk wtf is happening)

Headcannon: Calling him a good boy ❤️‍🔥🥰

Beefing Up On Deployment Drabble ❤️‍🔥

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Divergent:

🔪 Eric Coulter 🔪

Captive - OC Eden Rossi

Chapter One: Where Am I?

Chapter Two: The Ghost From Amity

Chapter Three: Ruthless

Fearless Magazine: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Completed

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[itsladyliv]

This is an AU based on The Art of Seclusion series on AO3 by @asirensrage 💗 I actually wrote that, so I hope you like it girl! It's called The Art of Lost and Found.

[wackyharpy]

MASTERLIST

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HOTD ● Aemond Targaryen

| Mini-series |

| One-shots |

"A Small Appetence" (nsfw)

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Divergent ● Eric (Coulter)

| One-shots |

"Solicitude" (nsfw)

| Headcanons |

You tell him you're pregnant (slight nsfw)

[athanza]

NSFW Alphabet: Eric Coulter

A=Aftercare: (what they're like after sex)

I think he would be good at the basics; laying there with you afterwards, holding you, stroking your back, letting you both wind down after what we all know would be a pretty wild session. I feel like he'd get more attentive over time as his feelings for you get stronger.

B=Body part: (favourite body part on you and himself)

Oh this guy is an ass-man without a doubt. In a sexual sense he loves your ass, and loves anal too. He loves seeing you in tight workout leggings or shorts and loves to work out with you just to have a nice view while he's training. In a romantic sense he really loves your smile, it seems cheesy but seeing you smile makes him melt just a little bit evey time. His favourite part on himself would probably be his arms, he loves the fact that he can pick you up effortlessly and he knows you like them too.

C=Cum: (how fast he comes and where)

Oh, he takes his time. He's had enough experience to know how to keep himself going for as long as possible. Making you cum first is top priority and he prides himself on being able to make you cum just with his mouth or fingers. This man is a pleasure dom. As for where he likes to cum, he loves to make you swallow and watch you do it. If you don't like to swallow he loves watching his cum drip down your breasts and cleavage.

D=Dirty secret: (self explanitory)

I feel like despite seeming like a complete sadist on the outside, he's secretly a masochist. He gets turned on whenever you sparre with him, especially when you land a punch, jab, or inflict any kind of pain on him. It would take him a while to admit it to you though.

E=Experience: (how much Experience he's had)

A decent amount. One night stands were his thing before he met you and he's definitely broken a few hearts.

F=Favorite position:

As an ass-man he loves doggy, whether you're doing vaginal or anal, he just loves watching your ass jiggle while he fucks the life out of you. He also likes reverse cowgirl, prone bone, snake, valedictorian, and he likes upstanding citizen because he loves being able to pick you up.

G=Goofy: (is he more goofy or serious in bed?)

Definitely more serious but he does have a playful side and loves your giggle.

H=Hair: (downstairs grooming)

He keeps it trimmed and neat, I don't think he could be bothered shaving unless you asked him lol

I=Intimacy: (how intimate does he get? Is he rough or gentle?)

I think he'd get surprisingly intimate during sex, especially if it's a longer session. He likes to hold you close against him and feel your breathing as he pleasures you, and oh my god this man loves eye contact despite liking your ass so much. This man is touch starved and the affection and intimacy he gets from you make him feel things. As for gentle or rough it's definitely more of the latter, he takes breaks sometimes to help him last longer but sex with Eric is usually rough unless you want otherwise.

J=Jacking off: (how often does he do it and why?)

He usually has you when he's horny so he doesn't usually need to jack off very often. But on the occasion that you're not around and he's a little frustrated rubbing one out is just what the doctor ordered and he loves to do it while holding your underwear.

K=Kinks:

Oh he's a kinky motherfucker and we all know it. Breath play, impact play, BDSM, edge play in general, orgasm control, humiliation, role play, this man is down for a lot but won't do anything you're not comfortable with.

L=Location: (where he likes to get it on)

He usually likes to keep it professional around his colleagues and prefers to have his time with you in your apartment, but if you can find an empty store room or closet and he's particularly horny he'll take the opportunity.

M=Motivation: (what turns him on/makes him tick?)

He loves it when you're being all tough-guy towards shitty colleagues or bratty new initiates. He loves watching you kick ass or shatter someone's pride with just one sentence, it's so fucking sexy to him. He also loves it when you call him 'sir', 'daddy' is ok too but 'sir' really gets him going. But even just saying his name during sex is enough to get him going. Also, wearing anything that shows off your ass like workout leggings/shorts, tight skirts/jeans etc.

N=No (what turns him off during sex?)

He doesn't like being humiliated or being submissive. He also absolutely not interested in cuckholding, watersports or feet.

O=Oral: (giving and receiving. How skilled is he?)

He's very skilled, and L-O-V-E-S eating you out, especially from behind. He also loves it when you go down on him and drag your nails down his chest. He LOVES leaving marks on you and when you do the same to him.

P=Pace: (how fast he is and how long he lasts)

His stamina and endurance are through the roof. Good luck.

Q=Quickie: (does he like them?)

He does, but he prefers to take his time with you.

R=Risk: (does he like to try new things?)

Tbh there's not much else to try with him lmao. He will try something new if you ask him though unless it involves lack of birth control, he prefers to be very safe in that department.

S=Stamina: (how long can he go for?)

Refer to "P"

T=Toys: (is he game to use toys on himself or others?)

Eh. He doesn't think he needs them but will use some on you if you ask.

U=Unfair: (does he like to tease or be teased?)

SO unfair. Oh he loves teasing you, he gets off so much on getting you all hot and bothered and making you wait all day (sometimes longer if he's off on an assignment) till you're alone and even then he'll hit you with orgasm control till you're pleading with him to let you cum.

V=Volume: (is he loud or quiet during sex?)

I wouldn't say he's loud per se, but he does like talking to you and letting you know you're doing good, whether that be by telling you or by letting out a moan or grunt.

W=Wildcard: (random headcanon)

This man is touch starved. He loves having physical contact with you, sexual or not. And omg he will melt if you run your fingers through his hair or rub his shoulders after a long day.

X=X-ray: (let's take a closer look under those clothes...)

Around 7 inches, a little girthy but not a lot. Nice balls.

Z=Zzzz: (does he fall asleep after sex? If so, how quickly?)

Depending on the day he's had he'll fall asleep pretty quickly. Though he does like staying awake for a bit to take in the feeling of you asleep on his chest or in his arms and hear your steady breathing. He doesn't let himself stay up too late though as he needs to be up very early for work.

[multimadstoner]

Hii!!

Just a little about me because why not! My names Jo I'm from michigan and I'm a new writer!

Some fandoms I write for is divergent, stranger things, cobra kai aaaand I'm trying to expand my horizons but if you send me any requests I'll try and fullfill it!!

A couple things about me, I loooove my dogs and food🤣, I like weed (don't judge me we all got issues), I dance professionally and take vocal lessons, I'm really trying to get on broadway (wish me luck!!)

Soooo yea if you would like to hear more from me then go ahead and send me some messages but I'm gonna start putting out stories from my drafts that I've either never posted or never finished so stay tuned!!

[asirensrage]

A Study in Intimacy - 5/?

Title: A Study in Intimacy Rating: M Pairing: Eric x Amelia (OC) Fandom: Divergent Warnings: threats, violence, obsession (that gets tempered), murder…I’ll add more when I think of them.

Summary: An AU to The Art of Seclusion. Eric makes a different choice at his Choosing Ceremony. It changes everything.

Find it on FF.Net and Ao3

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[jamgoesart]

Wattpad FF

Shot Gun: Divergent

OC x Peter Hayes x Eric Coulter

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memento mori: Suicide Squad FF

OC x Digger Harkness/Captain Boomerang

[feckyeswriting]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Divergent Series - Veronica Roth, Divergent (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric/Tris Prior Characters: Tris Prior, Eric (Divergent), Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Allegiant (Divergent Series) Never Happened, Alternate Universe - Eric Survives Insurgent, Enemies to Lovers, Living Together, Bodyguard/Protectee, Hurt/Comfort, Slow To Update, POV First Person Summary:

The aftermath of the Insurgency is far from cleaned up. Tris, still adjusting to the new “normal”, doesn’t fit in well as a publicly known Divergent despite her part in helping take down the previous Erudite regime. She does however have some respect by the new Dauntless Leadership; she is asked to go to Amity to take care of an inter-faction situation by representing both Divergents and Dauntless. Little does she realize just how much this one simple request will challenge her.

Chapter two is up!

[shayera-the-magpie]

No one seems to look at us as we come back. As if they did not notice our absence. Then I see Eric making a beeline for us. One part of me wants to steer my mother away. To avoid a similar conversation like the one she had with Tobias earlier. The other half considers the latter idiotic, that nothing wrong is going to happen.

Excerpt from the upcoming sixth chapter of flying planes with paper wheels (to the same achilles heels). Available to read on AO3 & FFN.

[dinaserenal]

[itsladyliv]

This is The Art of Seclusion series on AO3 by @asirensrage 💗

[wackyharpy]

Hi there!

I want to thank you for your activity. Kudos, comments, and reblogs mean a lot to me, and I appreciate it so much ❤️ You motivate me to write and share my stories here. I'm delighted I have you and that you like my fics.

Wanna say that I'm planning to post the next chapters of Aemond fics: "Eventually" and "Merchant's Daughter", just need some time to figure out the development of the stories because I need to see a good result. I'm working on them, and I'll post them sooner or later. Due to I have to work, obviously, and I'm writing my thesis currently, I don't always have time to concentrate on fics. Hope for your understanding.

Wish you a nice day, evening, or night! Love you, guys!

P.S. Big hug to my followers 🤗

[athanza]

Heya! Just an update on my Eric Coulter "Shell" fic.

I have been working on part 4 and it should be up in the next few says. Part 5 should be up within a weeks time.

I've just started a new job so I'm a bit all over the place lol

I'm glad you guys are enjoying it so far! ❤

~Athanza

[effystnoem]

Just posted a new chapter! Thank you to anyone who's actually reading. i love and appreciate you <3

[skiiyoomin]

hi!! can we have an m jealousy fic with tobias eaton from divergent please <3 thank you!!

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Content: SMUT CONTENT, jealous Tobias, possessive Tobias, fem! reader

Summary: When a new Dauntless initiate gets a little too close, Tobias takes things into his own hands.

a/n Hii, sorry for the late reply! I hope you enjoy this :)) p.s it might be a little crusty cause its been a while since I read the books BUT i still hope you enjoy it!

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ღYou're mine | Tobias Eaton

His eyes continuously drifted towards your figure, a scowl etched deep onto his skin as you laughed, clutching your stomach.

Tobias loved your laugh, it was the sound that made his heart swell, the cause of his love struck smile. But those were the last things he felt at the moment, because he wasn't the reason for that laugh. Instead, it was one of the new initiates in Dauntless, a young boy with a charm that had girls and boys all over him.

While you and Tobias were in charge of training said initiates, he had seemed to take a liking towards you, often hanging around you during your training sessions, asking for advice as a way to get close to you, and more often than not, trying to lead the conversations to something more than just trainer to trainee.

Tobias was far from insecure about your relationship, but he couldn't help but feel his nerves rise each time he saw the younger boy move a tad bit too close for his liking, his dashing smile widening every time he pulled even the smallest of smiles from you.

While you weren't extremely open about your relationship, it was clear you were together. Now the boy either didn't know or didn't care. Of course, Tobias was too prideful to admit he was jealous of him, he'd rather kiss Eric than admit it out loud. However, he truly didn't need to say anything for anyone to know he was envious. The deep scowl and deadly glare were a dead give away.

But, the boy was oblivious to the sharp pair of eyes on the back of his head. He continued pushing his luck, using his smooth words to sway you. You, on the other hand, merely snorted at his attempts, finding them more entertaining than alluring. Unlike him, you weren't unaware of the eyes inspecting you, you didn't have to turn around to know it was Tobias. You knew the second the boy got too close he'd be jealous, hence the reason why you never put a stop to his flirting. Smirking to yourself, you counted down the minutes until your boyfriend would snap.

Almost as if on cue, you heard the loud stomping of boots on the hard ground of the wide room. You felt a large calloused hand snake around your waist, the tall figure of Tobias standing next to you, his glare burning into the initiate, making the boy cower in fear.

"Last time I checked flirting with my girlfriend wasn't part of the training. If I didn't know any better i'd think you're trying to get kicked out of Dauntless"

The younger stammered, fear and shock stopping his ability to speak. Finally he managed to mumble a loud sorry, scurrying away almost immediately. You watched the whole ordeal go down with an amused smile on your lips. As you looked up at him, you spoke with a teasing tone in your voice.

"Geez, you didn't have to be so harsh you know"

However, you were answered with silence as Tobias took your wrist and led you down the familiar halls of the compound. Soon enough you were in front of your shared apartment door. Swiftly, Tobias unlocked it, gently pushing you in and leading you towards your king sized bed. Without any words said, he pressed his lips to yours. As you broke from the kiss, he softly pushed you down until you were sprawled on the mattress, looking up at him with those eyes. The eyes that have him weak in the knees, the eyes that has his cock twitching in his pants.

He once again kissed you, this time with much more fervor and eagerness. Soon after, he trailed his kisses down your jaw, kissing the spots he knew had you gasping and squirming underneath him. "I'm gonna show everyone exactly who you belong to" He mumbled against your neck, before suckling the soft flesh, a purple mark appearing almost immediately.

The intensity of the moment had you both quickly removing your clothes until you were both left in nothing but your underwear. Tobias continued to leave a trail of hickeys until he reached the hem of your panties. Before you knew it, they joined the piles of clothes on the floor, leaving you completely bare underneath his lustful gaze. "So beautiful" he whispered, making a pinkish blush spread across your cheeks at the sudden praise.

Tobias lowered his boxers, his hard dick springing out, slapping his toned abdomen. He gripped your hips, lifting you up slightly until you you were aligned with his long length. Without wasting a second, he pushed into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling of your plush walls against his cock. He thrusted back in with a roughness that had you throwing your head back in pleasure. He fell into a quick and rough pace, slamming with a force that had your brain go fuzzy from the pleasure. You moaned incoherent words as he quickened his pace, your nails scratching down his back, leaving marks that were sure to be there for days. Tobias hissed in both pleasure and pain.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders allowing him to thrust deeper until he was slamming into your g-spot. Your back arched as your jaw hung open forming a loud moan that was sure to be heard from miles away. Not long after, you felt the familiar tightness in your stomach, signaling your close release.

"F-fuck fuck Tobias, i-i'm gonna cum"

He grunted in response, feeling his own orgasm reaching its climax. With a few more sloppy thrusts, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, a flash of white blinding your vision as you reached your high, your legs shaking involuntarily. Tobias continued slamming into you before his own release pulled him over the edge, his load of cum shooting inside your soft wall, spilling down your aching hole once he pulled out.

Pants filled the room as you both came down from.your high until you caught your breaths. He leaned down, pressing a much softer kiss in comparison to before. A few moments after, he pulled away, your lips centimeters from each other. He looked deep into your eyes before saying "You're mine, never forget that"

[heliads]

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

'rumors of rivals' - eric coulter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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