#eric divergent fic

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Call of Duty:

💀 Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

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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🫧 John "Soap" MacTavish 🫧

Stay a Wee Longer 🐇🥰

Caught Red Handed: Part 1 / Part 2 ❤️‍🔥🚀

The Lass Next Door: Part 1 🐇 (eventual)❤️‍🔥 (in progress)

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(ง'̀-'́)ง🫧 Captain MacTavish (ง'̀-'́)ง🫧

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

Page divider: @Gasara (Deviant Art) <3

[athanza]

"Shell" (Part 3)

Eric Coulter x fem reader

Tags: Enemies to lovers (sort of??), hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, a sprinkle of fluff.

TW: Canon violence (blood, fighting, knives, guns etc), angst, abusive past, self-destructive behaviour, crying.

Part 1 Part 2

You didn't sleep that night. You didn't even notice Eric staring at you occasionally from across the dining hall at dinner, almost absent mindedly as he replayed your fear landscape in his mind. You had been so quiet and kept so to yourself throughout your entire training, he hadn't known a thing about you until now, other than your sheer determination and resilience, which he came to admire in you as you pushed through the rounds of training.

You got up early that morning, far earlier than anyone else and climbed to the top of the building where the jump point was. The sun was just starting to come up and you sat and watched it rise above the city, the brisk morning air not doing much for keeping you awake after your sleepless night.

Your fear landscape proved something to you that you didn't know needed proving. You knew now why you chose Dauntless, to learn what you were never taught, to stand up for and defend yourself, no one else was going to. You had to learn what you had in you and now you had, a new part of you had been unlocked and you didn't quite know how to process it yet.

The 7:00 alarm went off on your watch and you took the fall down to the net as a shortcut back to Dauntless HQ.

You were the first initiate at the scoring board waiting for the results but the others arrived not long after. You got a nod of acknowledgement from Four and, unusually, one from Eric as well.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as everyone waited for the results, you noticed a few were as silent as you were, they were at the bottom at the end of the last round. You'd be surprised if any of them made it. You felt a ping of guilt, knowing you were at the top.

Suddenly the board lit up and the names were displayed in their places, you quickly saw your name in second place and a sense of relief and calm came over you so much that you walked away and sat on the first chair you could find, resting your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

"Congratulations initiate." Came Four's voice a few moments later. It sounded proud almost, it grounded you.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"Go get yourself some rest. You've earned it."

He walked off, leaving the crowd of passing initiates to cheer and celebrate, while you noticed Eric usher the three quiet initiates away amidst the celebration.

Your heart sank a little. It was a bitter-sweet moment but you couldn't let that get in the way of all that you had accomplished these last few months, especially yesterday. You were proud of yourself.

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That night the celebration continued in the pit with music blaring and drinks being passed around. It wasn't really your scene but you did want to do something to commemorate the day, something for yourself.

You let your hair down, put on a little makeup and went down to the tattoo parlor.

"Hey! Congrats initiate!" Said one of the tattoo artists who you had seen around before.

"Thank you." You replied with a smile.

"You here to get a tat?" She asked.

You nodded.

"You know roughly what you want? If none of the ones on the wall suit your fancy I can draw one up for you?"

"I think I know what I want." You said, a vague idea in your mind but it was enough for the artist to draw one up and you loved it.

It only took a few minutes to apply but when she was done you stood up and walked over to the mirror to have a look and you instantly teared up.

It was a moth. It's detailed wings stretched across your back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, signifying your transformation from when you arrived to where you are today.

"Welcome to Dauntless." The woman smiled and you smiled in return.

"Nice tat." Came Eric's voice from behind you.

You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes, hoping he didn't see and clasped your bra back up and pulled your tank top down.

"Thank you sir." You said.

"You're not an initiate anymore, you can call me Eric." He said, chuckling slightly as he walked over to one of the tattoo chairs and began pulling up his sleeve. "Relax."

"Thank you Eric." You replied, less stiff than before.

Hearing you say his name for the first time gave him another ping of warmth towards you and he smirked and started going over some tattoos with the artist.

You walked back out into the chaos of celebration that roared through the pit. A mosh pit in the center of the crowd getting wild and you weaved your way to the food court to get yourself a bite to eat before heading to the safety of the railing that looked down on the crowd. You wanted to be involved but didn't want to lock yourself in your room just yet, so you sat, chewing on your bread roll while you watched the chaos unfold beneath you, wishing you had bothered to make some friends during initiation.

Just then a bottle of beer appeared in your peripheral vision and you turned to see who was holding it. It was Lexa, one of your fellow initiates, 4th on the final ranking. You remembered you had sparred with her a few times.

"Beer?" She said with an inviting smile.

"Sure, thanks." You replied.

Lexa took a seat next to you, legs hanging over the ledge. "We haven't really spoken much. I'm Lexa. Transfer from Amity."

She reached out her hand and you shook it. "I'm Y/N, transfer from Candor."

"Oh my god, Candor!?" She said. Clearly she was a bit tipsy. "I never would have guessed. You're so quiet!"

You chuckled, Candor were known for their big mouths. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

[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)

[itsladyliv]

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

[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

taglist: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @nejires-hado @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

[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!

[autistic-stephanie-brown]

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.

[emmysrandomthoughts]

Dangerous Liaisons - Famous Last Words

FFN 

Archive 

***taps microphone*** Hello...is anyone still there? I know it's been a long while :) ...

My only excuse is that COVID wreaked absolute havoc on my life in every way it could for the last 2 years. But I digress...I promised I would see this story through, so here I am :)

This chapter picks up the night before Eric and Jade's wedding, when what's been done in the dark is brought to light, for more than one unfortunate soul. Jade finally settles things with Ayden for good (so she thinks), Eric does the same with his father, and Brady finally gains some clues about what's plaguing Leah, though it will be presented in a misconstrued way. Rachel and Sebastian will begin to come to terms, and Brady will prove exactly why men shouldn't always listen to their friends' advice about women. No smut (saving the good stuff for later), but the other usual: profanity, angst, and parental death, mentions of suicide. Enjoy!

no tags, because I don’t know who all is still reading. Hope the ones that are still like it :) 

-Emmy

Excerpt: 

Visibly at a loss for words, Austin's features twist in suppressed rage...another trait they share. "Careful, son...you may be Dauntless now, but I'm still your father. I wouldn't want to have to remind you of that the unpleasant way...especially the night before your wedding," he growls lowly. Eric openly laughs in defiance, making Austin's face further redden.

"Unfortunately for you, of all the attributes I inherited, your cowardice wasn't one of them. My mother's Dauntless trait clearly prevailed in my genetic selection," he jeers. His expression melts to a carefully controlled mask, his eyes narrowing.

"But by all means...if you'd like to test that, I'm ready when you are."

[dinaserenal]

[effystnoem]

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

[athanza]

“Shell” (Part 1)

Eric Coulter X fem reader

Tags: Enemies to lovers (sort of??), hurt/comfort, slow burn, a touch of fluff.

TW: Fighting (canon violence), blood, knives, angst, abusive past, self-destructive behaviour, crying.

((Author’s note: Hi, I don’t write much on here, especially fics, but I needed to write some Eric content so bad. I hope you enjoy ^-^))

(Note: Initiates are aged up for this story)

Thank you @duramater97 for inspiring me :3

Part 2 Part 3

Despite being from Candor you were quiet, at least once you got to Dauntless. You were in over your head and were asking yourself every day why the hell you chose this faction when you could have lived a happy life in Amity? You supposed anything was better than home, but you still found yourself wishing you could just run away. Your trainer, and leader, was a tall piece of work named Eric Coulter. You wanted to punch him in the throat sometimes but you had to restrain yourself, you needed to pass the training, you needed to.

It was nearing the end of your training and you had slowly but steadily risen your way near the top, the top 3 in fact. You were a shy, lost little girl when you started despite being 23. You had fuck-all muscle tone and although your aim wasn’t too bad your endurance was terrible, but now, now you were strong; you worked hard, training for long hours throughout the day and on your days off, you ate better, and soon you pushed past the others. Your desperation to stay and prove yourself, not just to others, had pushed you past your limits to a place you never thought you’d ever be. You felt good, you felt ready, but knew you still needed to push through the last round before you could relax, before you could call yourself Dauntless.

“Faster!” Eric shouted over the beats of fists on the line of punching bags. “Remember, it’s not all about how hard you can punch! You can be as powerful as you like but if you’re slow you’re not gonna get far in a fight with someone faster than you!”

You breathed heavy through your teeth as you punched through the combinations despite your throat hurting from breathing so hard.

Eric walked past you and watched your technique intently. “Good, initiate.” He said before continuing.

A ping of confidence hit you but you didn’t let it phase you, you just kept going, not losing concentration.

“Time!” Eric yelled and everyone stopped, replacing the sound of thumping fists with heavy, desperate breathing.

One guy ran as far as he could to the side before throwing up. No one cared, they were just too exhausted.

“As you know, next week is the final round of your training, the fear landscape. Some of you have exceeded my expectations, I’ll admit, but some of you need to step it up before the test, you know who you are. You’ll have free time from now until Friday but I’d suggest you use that time to train. Dismissed.”

You didn’t want a week of free time, you wanted the test to be yesterday but you knew you needed at least one day to prepare your mind for the fear landscape. And you were right, you trained all week until the day before and spent the whole time going through every possibility that the simulation could possibly throw at you…there was just one that worried you. Deep water and claustrophobia you could push through but the third one you were afraid might break you despite what you had accomplished.

When Friday came and you waited outside the simulation room, watching one person after another either walk out crying or have to be carried out, you started to get nervous, the first time you had been nervous since you caught up on the scoring board. But when your name was called your mind almost stopped for a moment before being drowned with noise of fear and what ifs. The only sign you showed of being anxious was your picking at the skin on your thumb with your index finger. Four noticed this, the last time he had seen you do it was when you first arrived.

“You’ll be fine.” He said. You were comforted by the hint of compassion in his voice and you smiled a fraction before Eric yapped at you to hurry up and sit down. You didn’t bother looking at him, you just sat down and let them set you up.

“You’ll be seeing this?” You asked, looking at the monitor on the only table in the room.

“Yes.” Said Four, not making eye contact.

You put your head back and took a deep breath. You only just noticed you were shaking a little and before you knew it both Four and Eric were gone and the room began flooding with water through the door.

[wackyharpy]

Hi there!

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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.

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[skiiyoomin]

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

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!

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

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

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

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

masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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