#divergentfanfic

[princessofgotham777]

On Each Other’s Team

Fic type: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, slow burn, I don’t write smut

Peter Hayes x Reader

Heyyyy this is so random but over the summer my sister showed me divergent and I completely fell in love with the universe. I haven’t read the whole series so sorry if some stuff isn’t book accurate but yk it is fanfic. This is just my imagination and movie Peter, I know he’s lowkey a villain (and worse in the books) but why not yk like it’s fan fiction and I’m gonna write him as a better person than he actually is💀. Reader uses she/her pronouns. It’s Peter Hayes x Reader. Reader is basically taking Tris’s place in the plot but Four is still Tris’s love interest, not readers. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, other than that nothing in this part just normal divergent stuff

Part One: Stranger

You were born into Erudite. Your older sister chose to remain in Erudite, she’d always been drawn to science and continuous learning. Your father was Erudite born and your mother a transfer, though you didn’t know which faction she was from. Truthfully you had no idea which faction you truly belonged to. You enjoyed helping people but weren’t selfless enough for abnegation. You enjoyed a thrill here and there but weren’t big on authority. Peace and harmony seemed nice but boring. Having to be honest no matter what in theory seemed like a good idea but in practice terrifying. And finally you could handle problem solving and hard work but you had no desire to spend the rest of your life dealing with politics and science. Tomorrow morning you’d choose where to go, early today you took the test. The test that’s supposed to tell you which faction to choose. The problem was the dark haired dauntless girl who administered your test refused to tell you your results and said you should just pick amity and lay low. Staying in erudite was appealing, being with your parents and sister was the obvious choice. Even though you wished to remain with your family you knew you wouldn’t be happy in erudite. Despite your instincts you knew deep down you had to be selfish tomorrow and pick whatever faction seemed most appealing not to your family, but to you.

Morning arrived with sun shinning into your room. You lived in a huge skyscraper apartment building in the heart of the city. Normally at this time your father would be off to work with the courts at Candor, your mother would be heading to school to teach and your sister would be on her way to her research lab. But because today was the choosing ceremony your mother and sister helped you get ready to head to the hub. You wore a blue pleated skirt with a matching blazer. Normally people would wear a white button up underneath but you always preferred a white tank top. Your mother insisted you wear your hair up but you liked it to be free to fly in the wind; you two compromised and you wore it half up half down. Finally you wore thin framed black glasses that hung low under your eyes and touched your cheeks when you smiled.

“I have something for you,” your mother says with a soft smile. She reaches in the pocket of her blue blazer for a small blue jewelry box. She opens it to reveal a silver necklace with a black gemstone.

“It’s beautiful,” you say as she helps you put it on.

“It was mine when I was a kid,” she says.

“It’s from your old faction?” You asked her. She never spoke of her old faction but you’d always wanted to know.

“It is, my mother gave it to me. It’s all I have left from my time in Dauntless,” she says.

“You were Dauntless?” You say loudly.

“Shhh,” she hushes you. “I was, don’t mention to anyone I told you. Sweety of course I want you to stay with your father and I and your sister but I also want you to follow your heart. Even if your heart tells you to choose Amity, Candor, Abnegation or Dauntless.” “I want you to find where you belong and no matter what I’ll always love you.”

You walked towards the elevator in the hub. As you stepped in with a family from Candor you saw a girl your age with her family headed for the stairs. They were Abnegation. She had long pulled back honey colored hair and wore gray robes. You recognized her from school, her name is Beatrice. In the elevator is a boy your age from Candor with his parents. They’re dressed in back and white. He’s the tallest person in the elevator with dark brown hair and sad eyes. You wondered if it was tiring, having to tell the truth and be yourself all the time. Despite his sad eyes he had an arrogance about him. You noticed though, he was quite cute.

Getting out of the elevator was like stepping into another world. You couldn’t stop thinking about the power you finally had to change your life. Since you were a kid everything was mapped out for you. Erudite beliefs were pushed on you and that was just the way it was. For the first time ever you have control over your future, it both excites you and terrifies you. Once everyone filed into the hub the ceremony began. One by one kids were called up to drip blood into whichever bowl symbolized the faction they wished to commit to. The first four stayed with the faction they were born with. The fifth kid, a boy from amity, switched into erudite. You wondered how someone raised in such a peaceful place could subject themself to such stress. Next up was the boy from the elevator. Confidently, he walked up to the bowls, he didn’t even hesitate before leaving Candor and joining Dauntless. You glance at the Candor crowd to see his parents expressions deadpan, unchanged by his actions. The next two stayed. Beatrice’s brother Celeb was next. He hesitates before dropping his blood into the Erudite bowl. Then Beatrice from school switched from Abnegation to Dauntless. You looked to the Abnegation crowd, curious to see their parents faces. Their mother and father looked sad, you didn’t want your family to wear the same expressions. Next was a girl from Candor named Christina who went into Dauntless and then she was followed by Will from Erudite, you knew him from school. Finally your name is called. You hug your Father and sister and say “see you soon.” Then you hug your mother who whispers, “I know you don’t know what to pick, be brave.” As you walk to the bowls you think about everything your mothers told you. You don’t know which to choose but you do know your mother was born dauntless and she said to be brave and selfish. Using the control you finally have over your future you pick up the knife. You walk to the Dauntless bowl and carefully and slowly drop your blood in. The Dauntless crowd cheers as you walk over. You look back to your family with a worried smile. Your father has his arm around your mother and your sister looks sad. She was never one for being sentimental but you were still her little sister. Someone at Dauntless gets up allowing you to take a seat next to the girl who’s name you believed was Christina. “I’m Y/N,” you said putting out your hand.

“Christina,” she replied shaking your hand.

Not even a minute after the ceremony ended Dauntless began to run out of the hub. Normally Abnegation hangs around to clean up and chat with Erudite about the failing political system and how it’s the others fault. But Dauntless simply pushed past everyone and sprinted to the stairs.

“Why are we running?” You asked Christina knowing she wouldn’t have an answer.

“No idea,” She said with a smile. Everyone hurries down the stairs and outside. You and Christina stop for a moment but everyone continues. You see two other transfers also looking confused, it’s Will and the boy from the elevator, you think you heard someone call him Peter. The four of you stand for a moment separated in twos. Then Peter begins to run after the group, you, Christina and Will join him. Everyone begins to climb the side of the train tracks. You realize Dauntless might’ve not been the best pick for someone as uncoordinated as you. Regardless of your lungs fighting for air and the burn in your muscles, you climb. Christina is ahead of you and aside from Beatrice your last. Everyone runs along the side of the train and you see people starting to jump inside.

“What the fuck,” you say to yourself out of breath. Christina jumps in after Peter and Will. You jump once and almost fall off the track. “Shit!”

“Here,” says Christina as she extends her hand to you. You jump again and she pulls you in causing you to fall on top of her.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly. You look out of the train to see Beatrice behind. “Come on!” You shout to her. “I know her from school,” you say to Beatrice. “We gotta help her she’s nice,” you say.

“Come on Beatrice!” Christina shouts. You extend your hand like Christina did for you and pull Beatrice inside the train.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” she says.

“Course, I remember you from school your names Beatrice right?” You ask.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go by Tris now though,” she says.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Tris,” Christina says. In the train you, Tris, and Christina make small talk, conspiring on what Dauntless will be like. Across the train is Will, Peter, and another boy. It’s been ten minutes on the train so far and you’d made awkward eye contact with Peter about four times. You see Dauntless born walk to the open door.

“We must be there,” Christina says standing up. Suddenly the Dauntless born jump off the moving train.

“The hell!” Will yells with concern. You look outside to see they’re jumping across an open space onto the roof. You Christina and Tris walk over to Will Peter and the other boy who looks like he’s gonna puke. More and more people jump. Suddenly without hesitation Will throws himself across the gap onto the roof, dragging the other boy with him.

“Together,” Christina says taking your and Tris’s hands. Tris nods but you shake off Christina’s hand. Them two run and jump leaving just you and Peter.

“Fuck we actually have to do that don’t we,” you say.

“Now or never right,” he says. He starts running but sees you frozen in place. “Hey if those losers can do it so can you,” he says attempting to be encouraging.

“You don’t even know me,” you say.

“If you jump with me maybe I’ll get the chance to,” he says with a smirk. He extends his hand and you take it. Without thinking you two run and jump off the train, roughly landing on the gravel covered roof. Your hands fall apart as you two jump and fall. He hurries off to Will and the other boy while you stand with Christina and Tris.

“Dauntless born!” A man with dirty blonde hair yells. “You know the way! Initiates,” he says stepping aside to show the ledge of the roof. “Who will be the first to jump!”

“Is he serious,” Tris whispered.

“Unfortunately I think so,” you replied quietly. Everyone was silent but you saw Peter mutter, “what the fuck,” under his breath.

“Is it safe?” Someone asked, she was from amity.

The blonde man smirked, “doesn’t matter…I say jump, you jump.” “Now are we gonna stand here all day or is someone gonna step up!” Suddenly you feel someone push you forward, you turn around to see a boy from abnegation. He must’ve pushed you cause you’re Erudite. “Well well an Erudite for our first jumper!” The blonde says referring to you. Your nervous, you don’t want to jump first but then you realize it’s to late to back down. If you back away you’ll be labeled as a coward and that’s not something you can afford. You carefully walk over the edge of the building, you look down to see nothing but darkness. With a leap of faith, you jump.

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Divergent - Destined to be Dauntless (on Wattpad)

There's more to the rivalry between Eric and Four than a mark on a scoreboard. What made Eric so malicious and violent? Four so distant and unapproachable? What turned them so irrevocably against one another? Between two opposing males there is inevitably a woman at the centre of it, but what happened to her?

Tobias Eaton and Isabelle Jones defected to Dauntless two Years before Tris Prior unwittingly kicked off the Divergent war. He left to escape his father, her to the only place she'd long known she would fit in and finally be free to rediscover the self she had buried for so long. Eric Coulter left Erudite to join the faction he had been destined to join since childhood and in doing so rediscovered a piece of his past he thought lost. Isabelle and Eric are drawn together through their shared past, leaving Tobias out in the cold, but will Isabelle every truly be able to walk away from her closest friend.

New Leader Max is making big changes in Dauntless but he's not acting alone, Erudite are starting the factions on a path that will lead to civil war but what part will Eric, Tobias, and Isabelle play.

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Hello Everyone- Wow, it's been a while! Thank you for your patience with my fanfic story "ROLE OF A LIFETIME". ❤️ I know it's been FOREVER since I posted a new chapter, but life has been busier than ever before, and I never seem to have even a moment for any fanfic time. Also, thank you for everyone's prayers... my health is doing much better! So much so, that I'm working about 80 hours a week. 😳 With that being said, I unfortunately still do NOT have a chapter update for you yet. I'm sorry! But I assure you, more is to come! This story will not be left incomplete. I don't know when, but hopefully sometime in the near future, I'll have the next chapter up (and hopefully not a long wait before the one after that is posted too). I'd also have had it posted sooner if my iPad hadn't have broke. Since I've lost all my saved work, I've been starting from scratch (on my iPhone). No fun! So again, thank you for your patience. If you wish to still continue reading this story and find out what L.A. and New York life have in store for Tobias and Tris, then stick around and check back soon for updates! Thanks again for being such awesome pals and for all of your wonderful feedback while I've been away. It was so much fun to finally sit down and catch up on what I've been missing out on. Even despite the (few) very rude and impatient comments. I look forward to seeing what you all think about where this story takes us. Until next time... Madison Rose 🌹

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The Changing

Chapter 11

My arms are weak and my legs ache by the end of our scheduled training, and my heart and ribs only hurt worse knowing that I have another hour of this hell to go. While the other initiates pack up the few things they’ve brought with them I take a seat on one of the mats, looking at my boots as they sway back and forth.

“Hey uh, Asher right?” I look up at the sound of my name, spoken by an unknown voice.

“Yeah,” I say, now recognizing the speaker. “Colt, right?” He nods.

“So I don’t want to bore you but I just wanted to say that you��re really good at knife throwing.” He says point at the wall full of people shaped targets. Only three of the twelve targets have noticeable knives sticking out of them, all either surrounding or hitting dead center.

“Thanks,” I say offering up a smile. “You did amazing too. Where did you learn that technique from?”

“Erudite lets you study anything you want, i happened to be interested in knife throwing, and fighting.” He returns a smile.

“Ahh makes sense now.” I say nodding.

“And how about you? How did you become so Dauntless so quick?”

“I’m forced to stay an hour after each day. Once or twice Eric couldn’t make it so me and Uriah, a friend of mine, threw some knives around.”

“Cool.” He says, shuffling his water bottle and thin jacket in his hand. “Anyways, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sounds good.” I say, watching his back as he walks away. He has blond hair and blue eyes, not too different from Eric’s, but his build is similar to Four’s. Lean but still deadly.

“Hey!” Eric calls from behind me. I turn, sighing at the realization that I have to work for an extra hour.

“Yeah?” I question.

“Start lifting weights. Then get ready to fight.” I sigh, but agree anyways. In the few weeks I’ve known Eric he has yet to be outright rude to me, only criticizing me logistically, trying to make me better, however I’d be dunce if I didn’t recognize his other persona. The cruel Dauntless leader, hanging people over the chasm for fun, able to kill a man with just a stare. Bryn continues to warn me of my closeness to him, only she doesn’t see my side of him, what I hope is the real side, or at least close to it.

“Stop!” He calls out from the other side of the room, walking towards me. I sit down the weights but cast him a confused glare.

“You just told me to start like two minutes ago.”

“I know, but now I want you to stop.” I roll my eyes at his bluntness, clearly not caring that this makes no sense. “I have a deal for you.” He begins.

I nod, now intrigued. “You win this fight, and I’ll give you a present.”

“What’s the present?”

“Ah, now you see that’s where the surprise comes in.” He says pointing at me. I debate my options in my head and decide that even if I did say no to the bet I will most likely still have to fight.

“Okay, fine. Who am I up against?” I question, looking around the room to see if I can spot my opponent.

“Mhmm yet another surprise.” He says walking to the door, he pulls in a man, tall and muscular, but he looks to be my age.

“Met Tristan, Dauntless born initiate.” He greats me with a hand shake and I return the introduction.

“Hi.” I say.

“Hey, So uh, you ready?” He asks, clearly eager to get this over with. I hum in agreement and begin my walk to the ring. I do a quick mental check over my body, seeing if I can think of any weak spots. I still have a large bruise on my ribs but with the new medication that Erudite is pumping into me any kind of internal damage has been healed. I have my tattoo which is still a bit sensitive but I can’t see that being a big problem.

When I reach the ring, I turn to face my newly made rival, looking for a weakness, any weakness will do. He has chin length hair, but with him placing it into a bun now that won’t be much help. He sports arm tattoos and... bingo! A small nose ring, wrapping around his right nostril. I smile internally.

Tristan steps onto the mat and I do the same.

“Rules?” He asks, not taking his eyes off of me.

“Fight till first drawn blood, but god damn it no scratching or biting.” He says this looking at me. I give him a fake hurt look, placing my hand over my heart.

“Now why do you think I would ever do that?”

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe because Uriah now has a scar on his arm from you scratching the hell out of him last week.” He replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah. That did happen huh?” I say, laughing slightly. “Okay. I promise, no scratching.”

I take my fighting stance, and Tristan takes his as well. I try and remember all the little bits of information that Eric and Four have taught me throughout these last two weeks.

Watch the opponent, see the weaknesses, find the tells.

Fight hard, but keep your head clear. Anger is your enemy when in the ring.

Hit first and dodge.

Quit being such a damn Stiff and just hurt someone already... Okay that one was definitely Eric’s.

Me and Tristan circle each other for a moment. He lunges forward, aiming for my exposed rib, but I manage to dodge his blow. While his arm I’m down I punch his jaw, making his head whip to the side, but he recovers quick. I put my hand up, blocking my face, it’ll be the first place to bleed when punched.

He takes another shot at my stomach, and then kicks me in the side, sending me falling to the floor. I grunt with the impact. He is on me in seconds, pining my arms under his knees and attempting an assault on my face. I dodge the first few blows but he ends up hitting me in the jaw, nearly in the same spot I hit him earlier. Pain explodes over my head, my eyes blurring over for a moment. I struggle against the restrain put on my hands and manage to free my left side, soon enough to block the next blow. I try and roll my body, using his weight against him, and pin him under me, switching our positions completely. I jab him in the throat causing him to make a choking sound. I send a furry of punches down on his face but DAMN IT THE MAN JUST WONT BLEED.

He pushes me off of him, sending me flying to the other side of the mat. My head hits the ground with a sickening echo but I’m up in seconds. He uppercuts me, causing me to grind my teeth, another pain erupts through me. I kick him in the side, then jab him in the throat once more. When he is defenseless I reach with sweaty hands for his nose piercing. I grab ahold and he does the rest of the work for me, pulling is head back reflexively, and yanking the silver ring clean out of his nose. He gives a yelp when he realizes what his just taken place, and drops of blood begin to fall onto his shirt. He reaches a hand up and touches his nose, staring at his hand intensely when it comes away covered.

I smile and cheer, far more happy than I have ever been in my life. I hold the piercing in the air like a trophy. I jump off the mat and land hard on the ground, my bare feet making a slapping sound when I land. I do a small dance and then realize that everyone is staring at me. I put my hand down and lower my head. “Sorry.” I say, feeling ashamed that I celebrated someone else’s pain.

Laughing erupts from the two guys in the room and I whip my head up quickly, shocked at the sudden change. Tristan gets off the mat and Eric claps him on the back.

“Fucking told you not to get that piercing till fear sims didn’t I?”

Tristan chuckles, still holding his nose in hopes to stop the bleeding. “Yeah you did, however I didn’t expect a transfer to be the one to rip it out.”

I give a sheepish smile, handing him back his blood covered ring. “Sorry, again.” I say as I place it into his open palm.

He shakes his head. “You’re fine. Frankly I’m impressed.” He gives me a Well meaning smile and I do my best to return it.

“You should get to the infirmary.” Eric said, once again patting him on the back.

“Yeah I should.” He says walking away, placing his piercing him his pocket. “See you around Asher.” He calls back to me before he exits the training room.

“See ya!” I call back.

Once we’re alone, a big smile breaks out across Eric’s face, the first one of its kind I’ve ever seen. When I look in his eyes I see pride, even (dare I say) real happiness.

“That was sick!” He says giving me a high five. My smile grows larger, loving any praise I can get. “I have to say I didn’t think you would beat him.” He says.

“What?!” I yell, playfully hitting his arm.

“Hey don’t look at me like that you’re from Abnegation, I figured you’d hate to draw the blood of a stranger. However,” he says pausing, grabbing his jacket from behind him. “You won.”

“Exactly.” I say. “ I won and now,” I pause for dramatic effect. “You sir owe me a present.”

He shakes his head. “That I do. Follow me.” He says walking towards the doors.

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Glowing cinders burned down in spirals, eddying like feathers in an orange haze. Torrid, unrelenting flames cast shadows that flickered and lurched onto the trees like withered bats. Talons of smoke clawed at Lila’s heels while she traversed a bramble of wildflowers, her own shadow unfurling at her feet. She stole a cursory glance at Warren, whose eyes reflected the devastating scarlet of the horizon and the gray of the open sky.

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Through Good and Bad (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/BWURHwu9HJ Previously known as - Eric and Rose After my aptitude test I don't know what to do anymore. I can only pick one and once I'm in a faction I stay in a faction. My name is Rose, I am sixteen years old and I am Divergent. My results were, in order, Dauntless, Abnegation, and Erudite. My original faction is Abnegation. But, I can't take being in this…

[empty-minded-writer]

Because of him I turn the gun over. Because of him I slip my finger over the trigger, even though that slight movement sends shocks of pain throughout my body. Because of him I raise my wrist and aim towards the keypad, the one that will sound an alarm that will bring someone, anyone, into this room. Because of him I choose what I had given up on so long ago: life

[insyncbby]

Tobias and Tris both in Abnegation.

Chapter 4 Tobias POV

Wow I cant believe I just kissed Beatrice. And she kissed me back. If anyone found out about this, I don't know what I'd do.

But Here I am standing with my arms wrapped around the most beautiful girl i've ever met, yet I don't know if this is what she wanted at all. I never asked her if it was okay to kiss her with so much passion or pull her close to me and embrace her with so much love, I just did it and didn't think much about it when I did. And I shouldn't have done that. It was very selfish of myself.

My heart just slowly broke as she pulled away from my embrace but I was sort of asking for it I guess. She backs away from me very slowly and I can see confusion crossing her face so I decided it was time to break the silence.

" I think i'll just let myself out." I mumble.

"No it's okay you can stay-" she hesitates. "- it's just I wasn't expecting you to kiss me. I've never kissed anyone before and....well I didn't expect my best friend to be my first." She says barely above a wisper, that if it wasn't so quiet already you wouldn't have been able to hear her.

"Well if you still just want to be friends, I- Im okay with that." I say sadly.

She noticed that sadness that was on my face and speaks up.

"No Tobias, I don't want to be friends anymore-"

I didn't give her time to explain why I just left, with her probably right behind me. But I stop when I realize what she's saying.

"Tobias, please wait!" She says sounding like she's about to break down and sob.

I turn around and there's only inches apart from us.

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Tobias and Tris both in Abnegation

Chapter 2 Tobias Pov

This year my father asked if I would help with the Abnegation initiation, since he knew he could trust me on helping turn those new 'adults' into a real Abnegation.

These past weeks have been very good I think the kids are getting the hang of how things go around here. I knows they were all born and raised Abnegation and they knew most things already but they weren't one of use just yet, so I have to break them of their old habit they tend to get. Especially sarcasm, we're not suppose to use it. Yet Miss Beatrice Prior has a knack for using it quite often, ill have to help her break that.

Tomorrow is the day they all become truly one of us and i'll finally get to hang out with Beatrice without it seeming weird. Well she says its not weird when I talk with her, but I know she tenses up every time I'm around her. Maybe I was wrong, maybe she doesn't like me at all. Maybe I should just leave her alone from now on. If she really enjoys talking with me she'll start the conversations her self, not me, and my pushy ways. No, Tobias don't think like that, it'll work out I just have to keep telling myself that, I have to believe my lies, to not break down right here right now, because the girl i've always loved might not love me back.

Tris POV ******************

(6 Months later)

It has been six months since I became Abnegation, six months since I've seen or heard from Tobias, six months since my life changed and went down hill really fast. I chose this life and I fully regret it. But I can't do anything about it now. I live all alone in my house my job is very dull and boring, I didn't want that job but being an Abnegation someone else chooses your job for you, and you have to deal with it.

I help with a group that organizes food and clothing to give to the factionless, it's not exciting and no one rarely talks. I practically live in silence and it isn't pleasent.

It has been three months since I last heard from my parents. The last time we spoke they were telling me I should look for a partner. I don't know how to do that, every guy i've ever talked to are gone, or at least 10 years older than me, they mentioned I should talk with Tobias because a great man, I thought that I good idea till he stopped talking to me the day after I became an official Abnegation. I think I might have see him once but I could have been hallucinating because when I looked again nobody or anything was there. It broke my heart.

And besides Tobias couldn't have possibly liked me, I'm not exactly pretty I'm really pale and scrawny. Even though Abnegation men aren't suppose to care if a woman is beautiful or not, even though you know they do care it's whether they want to tell you or not.

Maybe if I can find Tobias and just talk to him, we could work things out. I really hope we can. I miss seeing him smile at me. But then again he could be avoiding me for reasons on which I'll find out sooner or later.

[insyncbby]

015. After this person helped me out of the net I stood to the side as the rest jumped, but something about him he look familar, but very different, his eyes were like a midnight blue and I have only seen eyes that color once, and they were the eyes of this boy I once knew, his name was Tobias, and I remember my Father telling us he transfered here to Dauntless. Maybe that is him, maybe he'll remembers me from when we were children, but I doubt it, since he seems very well liked here wouldn't want to ruin his status by making him talk to a 'Stiff'. But somewhere deep down achs for him to remember, I don't know why, but I do know that I will find out.

[insyncbby]

013. My first year being Dauntless wasn't, how do you put it? Wonderful! I had gotten drunk so many times that year, I don't clearly remember most of what happened that year at all. Dauntless wasn't the life I thought it was going to be. All I see is people doing stupid things trying to be brave, when they're clearly just acting like idiots. And since i'm the guy with only four fears, every girl throws themselves at me, like do they seriously think i'm going to do anything with them? Because i'm not, and i'm not one for showing my body either, since it's just mostly scars and ink that's about it, nothing more to it. But then sometimes I wonder if it would be better to be factionless not have to listen to anyones rules, you're practically free, and that's what I want to be.