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theunknown-ericfanfiction · 7 years ago

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Chapter Fifty-Five.

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There was a particular night where Christine didn't feel good at all, she'd noticed that her sleeping pills had also numbed her legs a little, she'd tried to massage them and when she stood up from her bed to walk, her legs couldn't hold her up. She sat down in the bed, frowning in confusion.

Then another wave of numbness hit her, it was slowly spreading up her torso, and when she reached her communicator to ask anyone for help, her hand didn't respond. She fell sideways on the bed, and with a look of horror in her eyes, she looked around the room for help, finding a figure staring back at her from the love seat on the corner of her bedroom.

Her breath was picking up she couldn't feel her body, and she was pretty sure she could also feel her organs shut down one after the other.

She saw the figure stand up from the chair, and when it walked near the light, she saw her.

She tried to speak, but at the attempt Morgan simply chuckled.

"You more than anyone should know that sleeping pills in a high dose can cause a progressive system shutdown. They're usually used in suicide for most women, it gives them a nice lullabied eternal sleep. But when you're not actually expecting it it can be quite terrifying"

Morgan took the pill bottle from the nightstand and opened it, Christine noticed she was wearing thick surgical gloves.

"You must be thinking, while you still can, how could this happen, I only took the dose that was in my pill case? Well, someone should've know that you stored your dosage in a pill case and leave it in the bathroom, and some should've also slipped a modified pill inside the case, replacing it with your own" Morgan dropped half the bottle of pills on her hand "which would make it seem like you took a higher dosage. And when they find your pill bottle damn near empty, that's what they'll deem it, suicide"

Morgan left the bottle exactly where she'd found it. Making it seem untouched.

"It wasn't easy, it took me almost a year to stage this, but your death is not the only think I staged" Morgan saw Christine's eyes drop, then heavily open up, she wasn't breathing as labored, but instead in fast short breaths, trying to overcompensate the lack of oxygen she was feeling. Soon enough there wouldn't be enough oxygen reaching her brain.

"There was a little girl in Erudite once, who wanted to switch to Dauntless when her decision came. But her parents and the leaders of Erudite saw that her IQ was actually quite high for her to waste it on dauntless, so they forced her to stay. I spent months reviewing candidates to take over your place, and when I found her, I knew she was perfect. So I did what you did to my husband, and trained her for her to take Erudite, you probably know her, and she's probably your favorite new leader because that's what she was meant to be. And once she takes over your place in Erudite, she'll help serve dauntless' purpose, not the other way around."

Morgan saw her eyes drop again, heavily, and this time she didn't open them again.

Morgan gave the room one last check before exiting the house, climbing on the train back to dauntless before sunrise.

Once Morgan was inside the house, she gave Aleks a quick check before, walking to her own bedroom. Thankfully Eric hadn't moved from the position she left him in, knowing that the day had work him out so much he would be in very deep slumber. She'd made some excuse to him that Aleks wanted to spend the day with him, that she'll take care of

everything in dauntless for the day.

She secured the cameras for the night, made sure the next leader in Erudite knew her part, and of course she had an alibi for that night.

Being with Aleks was an exhausting task, taking care of a two and a half year old was a challenge on itself. Aleks spoke a lot more now, but that meant they'll have to constantly translate his works to something with sense, and Aleks spoke a lot because he was being spoken to a lot.

They had a routine that would soon change, since Eric and Morgan agreed that he should start daycare at 3 years old, to start socializing with other kids. But that didn't meant Aleks was secluded. Morgan took him after their breakfast for a stroll in dauntless, and the son of Eric still was a novelty. Everyone stopped to high five him or to talk to him just a few words, hoping to get something back. Aleks was a little reserved outside in the compound, but in the house he wouldn't shut up about anything. He always narrated what he was doing or played with his toys talking or even screaming.

After lunch he would usually hang out with Eric in his office, and Eric had prepared a little game for him, otherwise Aleks wouldn't let him work.

He had color coordinated the departments of Dauntless, and with every report he got everyday, he would have Aleks match the color to file the reports in the cabinets. Eric could tell that Aleks loved puzzles and color coordination games, and helping daddy was also something he loved to do.

Having spent a whole day walking behind Aleks, dealing with his little temper tantrums and such really work out Eric that day, and when Morgan came home that night she could tell Eric needed some silence.

When Morgan woke up the next day, she could tell that Eric had been really exhausted, he didn't wake up with her and didn't sense that she was out of bed and followed either.

As much as she would like to stay in bed all day with him she had to get her day going, knowing that Christine's death was something that would surely shake up some trees.

She took a fast shower while Aleks was still asleep, then got dressed and headed to the kitchen. She set the coffee maker and looked inside the fridge and looked for the milk, taking out the hot cake batter from another cabinet. Aleks loved hot cakes and he loved to make them with Morgan, throwing in the chocolate chips and such.

She before she got to do anything she heard Aleks calling her from the bedroom, quickly walking to it before the yelling woke Eric up.

When she walked in she saw him standing on the crib, holding himself up. She smiled and walked to him, picking him up and taking a blanket to cover him up.

"How's my baby boy huh?" She cupped his cheek and brought him in for a kiss. Aleks rubbed his eye with his hand and pressed himself to her chest.

She walked with him to the kitchen, carefully placing him on his chair.

"What do you want to eat baby?" Aleks replied to her in a made up baby way of saying hot cakes and juice, which turned out to be akes and ooze. She walked to the fridge and opened it, taking out the juice and pouring it in a cup to him, then mixing the batter with the milk and pouring the mix in the hot cakes machine. She walked back to the fridge and opened it, taking out two fruits "apple or banana?" She showed him, Aleks pointed at the banana, but Morgan still insisted "and what's this called?" She sat down next to him and peeled the banana while she looked

"Nana" he replied, looking at Morgan and feeling a little proud when she smiled.

"Yes, banana. You're a smart baby boy" she cut the banana in half with her hand and handed him one piece, leaving the other on the plate on top of the table.

She busies with getting done with the hotcakes and her tea, when it was all finished she took it all to the table.

She cut a piece of hotcake to Aleks and left it in his plate.

"Daddy?" He asked, looking at Morgan.

"Daddy's sleeping" she replied.

"Up" he made a motion with his little hand, Morgan smiled.

"No, we're not going to wake him up, he's tired" she motioned at the food in front of him.

"Ork fiz" he babbled.

"He does have to work in the office, but later. Now we have our breakfast and leave, sound good?" Aleks went back to finishing his breakfast.

Morgan could tell how this was a strange occurrence for Aleks. Eric was always up by the time Aleks woke up, and while Morgan finished preparing breakfast Eric was already out starting his day. Morgan usually staid back with Aleks until he finished, then dressed him up and headed out.

She had mentioned to Eric that it was important to have breakfast all together, that was Aleks could built his sense of a routine and family activities, and even though Eric loved Aleks with all of his being, waiting half an hour for Aleks to finish with his breakfast was something he would not do, unless he absolutely had to.

Morgan cleaned up and changed aleks to head out, and when she was at the door Aleks just awkwardly stood in the middle of the room.

"Daddy?" He asked.

"Daddy's coming later, let's go" she opened the door, hoping to distract him into leaving Eric to sleep.

But Aleks just looked to the direction of the bedroom, and Morgan rolled her eyes a bit while closing the door.

"Fine, we'll say goodbye to dad and head out alright?"

Aleks made a dash to the bedroom, knowing that Eric had been very strict with him not going into the room without permission. Aleks could sneakily hop off the crib and walk around, and one time he caught them mid frantic sex, so Eric knew that he'll have to teach him about privacy and how forbidden their bedroom was.

Morgan opened the door for him, and Aleks walked to the side of the bed where Eric was laying face down, one of his arms fell down the side of the bed and touched the floor, and he looked out as a light.

Aleks curiously stared at Eric, and even pressed his little hand to his arm whispering daddy.

"Give him a kiss and let's go" Morgan whispered at him, but Aleks instead moved Eric.

Eric took a sharp breath and leaned his head up, looking at Aleks through his lashes.

Aleks just gave an innocent smile and leaned in for Eric to hug him. Eric leaned back on the bed and his arm wrapped around his little body.

"Daddy ork?" Eric let out a little smile and nodded.

"In a mintue champ"

"You saw dad now give him a kiss and let's go" Morgan said grabbing Aleks by the hand. Aleks leaned in waiting for Eric to kiss him, which he did as he hugged him tight.

Once he let him go and Aleks' hand was still holding Morgan's, she pulled him to the exit. Aleks waved at Eric goodbye, even though Eric was still with his eyes closed.

When they were finally out, Morgan made sure to take care of everything that had to be taken care of in the mornings, and given the timing, they had to worry about the finishing touches of initiation.

She couldn't hear anything about Christine until after lunch, when she walked to Eric's office with a food container, given that he hadn't come down to the dinning room for lunch.

Aleks was walking ahead, ready to knock on the door, but unfortunately someone was going out to the office the second he raised his hand to knock, Aleks liked to answer who was behind the door.

Liam came out, giving Aleks his hand for a high five, which obviously was successful, Aleks gave him a little shy smile before entering the office with a dash and cling to Eric's leg.

Morgan came into the office just to see Eric lift up Aleks and plant a kiss on his chubby cheek.

Aleks wiggled to be put down, and since Eric had a box of toys to entertain Aleks while he was with him, he busied himself with that while Morgan left the container on her table, Eric was standing in front of the desk, paper in hand, but when Morgan got closer he trapped her in his arm and leaned on the desk, holding her to his chest.

"You were out as a light, Aleks actually thought you were dead when he saw you weren't waking up at breakfast"

Eric smirked a little, and his eyes moved on Morgan, which made her a little uneasy, but still made her lift her arms up and place them on his neck.

"What's wrong?" She asked, Eric left his waist for a second and showed her a piece of paper

"It's a letter from Erudite, but I bet you already know what it says"

Morgan just shrugged and held herself closer.

"Maybe I don't. What are you insinuating?"

Eric looked down at her, then his eyes moved to her lips, when he saw them twist in a little smirk he leaned down to trap them in a kiss.

Morgan ran her nails on his scalp while Eric slowly moved his hands down, and with one last nib of her lower lip, he gave her asscheek a sheeze and pulled back, moving Morgan from his side and walking around the desk to sit down.

Morgan took a handful of reports that needed to be filled and began walking to the door of the office.

"I'll finish this and catch you two later alright?" She said over her shoulder, opening the door. Eric just hummed in agreement and when Aleks looked up to see Morgan leaving, he quickly stood up and ran to her.

"You're gonna come back and clean all this shit up do you hear me?" Eric said to Aleks, the little one turned to him a gave him a little shy smile, then said

"No"

Eric lifted an eyebrow at him and Morgan smiled amused.

"No?" Eric asked.

Aleks cowered behind Morgan's legs, holding one with his arm, then began to laugh nervously.

"No" he said with a laugh, and Eric made a fast move to get up.

Aleks screamed a laugh and took off running in the hall. Morgan chuckled when she saw him book it, then turned to Eric who also had a little smile. After that, she closed the door.

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writingismyhappytime · 7 years ago

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Dauntless: Daddy Dearest (Part 11)

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language, Violence

A/N: Uh…. I know it’s been a while, but here you go!

“Eric.”

I glanced over as I heard my name called, spying Max standing with Hera. I didn’t see her often, she was always buried deep in the intelligence office, so no doubt this was going to be interesting.

I glanced around, but no one had noticed Max step into the room and it was better this way. I slipped easily over to him, crossing my arms with with frown.

The Dauntless leader hadn’t called on me in a few months since my kid was born, so I was curious as to what he wanted. Need some dirty work handled? Admittedly I’d been getting a little bored with all this regular training and work, I was up for some action.

“Hera, Eric, I assume you two know each other.”

“In passing.” Hera nodded. She was a little shorter then me, with chin length blonde hair and double nose piercings. Her blue eyes were thickly lined with black and she didn’t look like she got out much or could even lift ten pounds both hands. I’d never even had a conversation with her.

“Good. Eric, you and Hera are going to be working closely together for the next week. We have a situation.”

Finally!

“What kind?”

“Better to be discussed in private,” Hera said coolly, her eyes hard. She spoke pretty soft, it was almost hard to hear her, and I vaguely wondered how much of a fighter she was; could she even hold her own or was she all brain?

“Fine.”

~~~~~~

“As you can see, we have a leak here in Dauntless.” Hera informed me, long finger pointing at the papers in front of me. “Someone is telling the other factions of some of our… rather risqué operations.”

She meant the murders that were shown as suicides or accidents, or our occasional slaughter of the faction less to keep down the population and our resources from being used too much.

“Why can’t you track it? This place is covered in cameras.”

“Unfortunately, the leak knows that and has been devising ways to get around it. We cannot even trace it back to their computer, or whatever else they’re using to convey our missions. This needs to be handled quietly.”

“So we find them and toss them in the chasm.”

“Quietly.”

Sounded easy.

“Who are the suspects?” I cracked my knuckles thoughtfully. Really, I’d just toss them all into the chasm “accidentally” and not worry about it. It wasn’t good if someone was spilling the beans about our darker movements, especially since I was involved in most of them.

I told Max he shouldn’t keep everything documented.

“This man, goes by Zeeg, works in the armory.”

“I know him. He’s a little wimpy thing.” I frowned, pressing my hands flat against the metal table as I leaned forward, looking at his photo as it flickered on the wall. I’d worked in the armory a bit when Camille was about to have the loaf, so I got familiar there. Mel knew him well.

“What are your thoughts on him?” Hera’s cold eyes landed on me, unwavering. Man, bitch might be small, but she had a harsh look.

“He’s not much of any leader, terrified if you yell at him. Lazy, but he shouldn’t have access to any files. He doesn’t even have access into the inventory system, he just stacks the ammo and takes count.” I gazed at his photo, then shook my head. “Next.”

“Next,” Hera taps her finger against the table, changing the photo. “Amanda Nuwellan. Higher level guard on the wall.”

“Don’t know her.”

“She was in your initiate class, she originated from Candor.”

“Still don’t know her. If she wasn’t on my level, she wasn’t worth my attention.” I said flatly, shrugging. “What’s her deal?”

“She left two brothers in Candor, and perhaps those obsessed with the truth would like to know our secrets. She works on the wall, but rotation has been recent and so she has been there the last three months until last week.”

“Sounds like you think it’s her.”

“Suspicions, nothing more.” Hera tapped her finger again, and the picture changed to a familiar face.

My stomach dropped.

“Tori Wu, she’s a tattoo artist in the Pit.” Hera said, but it’s the way she looked at me that let told me she knew there was a connection. “Her brother was an undesirable and eliminated, so she has reason to try to reveal our operations.”

Ahuh.

“What reason does Zeeg have?” I asked, noticing she’d neglected to mention his possible need for exposing us. I stared at her, refusing to look away.

“Zeeg is the son of an undesirable who became faction less last year. He is now dead thanks to a… well, you remember the warehouse incident you and your wife lead.”

Wife?

“His death was his own fault then for thinking he could fight against us.” I said flatly, shrugging. “how does the kid even know about it?”

“We’re currently unaware of he does, but he is on the list.”

“How did you put this list together? Just these three?”

“There have been four instances where we’ve seen the information leaked, and these three have always been in the vicinity.”

“How so?”

“Zeeg is in the armory, he has access to a number of weapons. We’ve noticed the faction less are becoming more volatile, that —.”

“You think he’s passing weapons to them? How? Mel keeps a strict log of every gun that enters that armory.” At least I thought she did.

“Melanie Koskovska, you mean?”

“Yes.”

Hera looked thoughtful. “Perhaps the weapons are not even getting logged in the first place. Is she in charge of that?”

I didn’t like where this was going.

“Yes. The head of the armory personally checks every weapon in. If it’s her being the leak, you’d have a lot more information floating around.”

“And why is that?”

“Mel and I are the ones on those lists of soldiers deployed during those operations. She knows more details than are on those reports, and she’s… not that good with technology.”

Weapons, she was great. Using the common toaster and not setting the contents on fire? Not so much.

“Hmm. I was unaware of her involvement.” Hera frowned, and I raised a brow at her.

“Do you even know what’s in the reports that have been leaked?” I asked after a moment, wondering if Max even briefed her in on what we did in the shadows. Is she oblivious to the fact sometimes you gotta murder your own for the greater good?

“Yes, I’m aware of the contents. Quiet executions, population control, reconnaissance. I know you’re the one in charge of most of them, that Max favors you for the position.”

“Im good at what I do.”

“So it seems.” She said dryly, leaning over to tap the table again. My eyes flicked down, noticing the sudden chest on display for me; her top was modest, but leaning forward definitely changed that fact. I could see the ink crawling against her skin, but I looked away before my curiosity got the best of me.

“So what about your wife? How many operations has she gone on?”

“Camille isn’t my wife. And not many; she wouldn’t agree with many of them. She’s lead some missions against the factionless for defense and rescue missions, but she’s not like me.” I said flatly, refusing to play her little mind games; this woman was all about twisting words around. She knew Camille wasn’t my wife, and I didn’t doubt she already knew everything about us that was on file.

She was a dangerous woman.

~~~~~~~

“Mel.”

“Eric.”

Mel looked at me suspiciously through the holes in the fence barring entrance to the armory. I glanced down at the tablet where I was supposed to sign in so it would show I visited but ignored it.

“How’s everything going here?” I asked after a moment, my eyes flicking behind her blonde head, searching for Zeeg.

“The normal. What do you want?”

“Just came to visit.”

“You hate the armory.” Mel crossed her tattooed arms suspiciously, and I didn’t blame her. I wasn’t going to tell her what I was up too, she wasn’t invited to the meeting for a reason, probably because she had direct contact with the suspect.

Tori was Camille’s friend, not mine, so it wouldn’t bother me too much to kill her or the like. A traitor is a traitor no matter the connections.

“How’s the counting going?” I asked after a moment, crossing my arms as I leaned against the desk.

The armory was large, walls and upper levels lined with weapons and ammunition. They were all locked behind bars, of course, just as Mel was separated me from a fence, a small curve at the bottom in case I needed to pass her something.

“What do you want, Eric?” Mel looked annoyed, the lights glinting off her piercings when she leaned back on her heels, glaring at me; we weren’t exactly on the best of terms, currently, but I knew I could rely on her if it came down to it. Strange, considering we were both murderers and backstabbers.

My eyes flicked behind her, but so far I hadn’t seen anyone else. I tilted my head slightly, gesturing for her to come out and talk to me. She stiffened, and I’m pretty sure she considered saying “fuck you” and walking off, but her curiosity had always been her downfall.

She gave a labored sigh before she glanced around. Her face was sour as she casually walked towards the gate and stepped out, letting it close firmly behind her before she followed me to one of the smaller crevices in the back, mostly where we kept the storage.

“What’s going on?” She grumbled, crossing her arms as she looked up at me, both of us hidden behind some stacked tables. “I know you’re not here for a booty call.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “No, but we got trouble.”

“How so?” I had her attention now, her dark eyes serious. Mel didn’t like complications, or basically anything that could change up her afternoon plans. Me saying something like that would have her entire focus on my words.

“We think some weapons are going missing, disappearing before they’re put into the system.” I said softly, making sure to keep my eyes on the door up ahead; I didn’t want anyone sneaking up and overhearing us.

“So of course you come to me for that.” Her face is sour. “You want me to see if anyone’s acting suspicious around here, keep a tighter watch?”

“Yup.”

“What happens when you find who it is?”

I didn’t have to answer that, I just looked at her. I’d kill them, after interrogation, of course. We couldn’t have people like that in Dauntless, risking everything for us. We needed control, right down to the smallest peon.

“Great, so I’m going to need to find a replacement. Fucking wonderful.” She groaned, tugging on one long dread. “This is going to be annoying, isn’t it?”

“Just keep a watch, let me know.” I shrugged, already stepping back. No one had even entered the armory after me, and I hadn’t seen anyone come up to the gate either. I figured we were in the clear. “Don’t do anything unless you know for sure.”

“Anyone I should watch specifically?”

“No.” I wasn’t giving names, Mel wasn’t exactly subtle and she could fuck everything up. “Just watch.”

“Aye, aye, cap'n.” She gave me a mocking salute before she walked away from me, my eyes dropping to her ass out of habit. That woman knew how to fill out a pair of jeans, it’s just too bad she didn’t keep them on long enough for anyone to appreciate it. I wasn’t throwing on Mel, she was the closest I had to a friend, but I knew who she was; just as she knew who I was.

We both had a rocky past.

~~~~~~~

I frowned as I stood on the catwalk above the cafeteria, watching the members of Dauntless ambling about. I curled my fingers around the rails, searching for the woman. I narrowed my eyes as I saw her sitting in one of the corners with a group, Zeeg among them.

Now that’s suspicious.

Nuwellan I think her name was. Slim, dark skinned with a fighters build. I wasn’t surprised she ended up at the wall, although I thought the job to be pretty boring considering nothing ever happens there.

Huh.

Nuwellan was my age, and I’d seen her around but I’d never given her a second thought. It wasn’t rare to get a Candor, they’re just blunt as hell and usually got their assess kicked during their initiate stage.

So what’s her story? Normally when people leave a faction, things with their family left behind goes two ways; either they understand and keep in touch, or they never communicate again.

How close was she with those two brothers? How close was she with Zeeg?

I watched them from above for a while, pretending just to overlook everyone instead of focusing squarely on them. They didn’t seem to notice anyhow, too caught up. Zeeg was arm wrestling with another member of the table, whereas Nuwellan was eating, enjoying her food.

Was it these two? Unless Dauntless did something to her, I can’t imagine Nuwellan turning on us. Zeeg I could, just because his factionless father was murdered and maybe he wants rid of Dauntless, or thinks it’s time for a change. But her… not so much. Of course, that made her even more of a suspect. She could have a less obvious motive, some connection none of us were aware of.

Zeeg seemed too obvious a choice.

And Tori… I didn’t want it to be here, mainly for Camille’s sake. I was pretty sure the tattoo artist was my girlfriends only close friend, and I didn’t want her to lose that — especially not if I had to kill her because I’d never live that down.

I tapped my fingers curiously, and after a moment turned away, satisfied.

I’d tell Hera to look into Nuwellan, check all her correspondence, check every move she’d made since returning to the compound. Who she was with, when and where, and who those people knew as well.

I wanted a file on her.

~~~~~~

I stepped into the tattoo shop curiously, glancing around. I hadn’t been inside in a few years, not since I got my neck tattoos colored. I glanced at my arms, debating getting a touch up on them; I had scars now that distorted one of them.

“Eric.”

Ah!

My eyes flicked over, and I smirked as I saw Tori. She and Camille looked a lot alike with the long dark hair, although my girlfriend had more visible tattoos. Tori had a tattoo of a red-eyed black and white hawk on the back of her neck I always admired but never commented on.

“Tori,” I said coolly, turning towards her where she leaned against one of the tattoo chairs, holding some designs in her hands. She was twice my age I thought, but she was an Erudite transfer as well. I didn’t remember her from my old faction, but I’d probably been too young.

She’d followed her older brother George here, but he’d turned out to be an undesirable and dealt with accordingly. I wouldn’t be shocked if the leak was her, but I definitely didn’t want it to be.

“What are you doing in here?”

“What does someone normally come to a tattoo parlor for?” I rolled my eyes, glancing around. The other artist was old, and he sort of hunched when he walked now, but so long as his hands still worked he was useful; he was the one who’d done my tats years ago.

“So you want a tattoo. What kind?” Tori seemed resigned; she didn’t like me, but the feeling was mutual. She was bitter over her brother, and she’d never gotten past his death. Still, she’d never given any inclination of being a traitor before.

“Dunno yet.”

“Look around, see what you like.”

I was just here to interrogate her actually, but I stepped to the wall, my eyes running down the designs plastered there. I didn’t really see anything that was catching my eye, I’d never been one for color or a lot of intricate lines.

I could feel her watching me suspiciously, but I ignored her, pretending I had no ulterior motives. Camille knew I was working something, that I wouldn’t be able to get Kai. Wouldn’t hurt her to pick him up for a few days anyway.

He was a handful, that one.

“How’s your kid doing?” Tori asked after a moment, as if reading my mind. Normally she was quiet around me, just glared, so I was a little surprised she was asking me anything. Camille had to keep her up to date, right?

“He’s fine.” I shrugged, my eyes landing on the different fonts. My eyes scrolled through the words and the different ways they were written curiously. “Growing.”

“That’s good. He has your eyes.”

“That’s what everyone says. Can you tattoo in this style?” My finger tapped the wall, and Tori nodded after a moment.

“Yeah. You want a word?”

“Yup. Here,” I gestured at the inside of my lower arm. Subtle, not immediately easy to see. “Surely you can do that, right?”

She scowled at me, much more what I’m used too.

“Sit down. What do you want it to say?” She muttered, slipping on some purple gloves as she started getting her equipment together.

“Kai.”

~~~~~~~

“So how long have you and Tori been friends?” I asked as I sprawled out on the sofa. Camille glanced up from the floor where she wrestled Kai into a outfit with legs, despite his kicking and whining. He might be a baby but he was getting stout.

“I’ve known her for as long as I can remember. She’s been here since I was a kid.”

“So she’s a transfer?” Feign ignorance.

“Yeah. Can’t remember where from.” Camille managed to get his outfit buttoned with a sigh. “Why?”

“Just curious. You two seem close.” I rolled onto my stomach, seeing her lean back on her hands as she looked at me. I didn’t want to delve too much, she would catch on pretty fast what I was doing. I didn’t want her to know her friend was under suspicion of being a traitor.

“She did my aptitude test when I was in school. I’d seen her around here before but that was the first time I’d ever spoke to her.”

“Yeah? What were your test results?” I was curious. I’d been Dauntless through and through, so it hadn’t been hard for me to ditch Erudite. I would have gotten myself factionless if I’d stayed there.

Camille actually hesitated.

“You weren’t Dauntless?” I asked after a moment, and she shrugged her shoulders, picking at the carpet.

“I was Dauntless, yeah, but also Candor.”

I snorted, slipping my arm beneath my head. “I can see it. You’re blunt as hell most times.”

“Yeah, but white has never looked good on me.” She gave me a wry smile, Kai rolling back and forth on his back. He’s trying to get onto his stomach, and after a few more tries he made it successfully.

“Well, you chose right, picking Dauntless.”

“Not like I was going to abandon my own faction, Eric. This has always been my home.”

“Yeah. And now you got a kid.”

“And an asshole for a man.”

“I think you made out pretty good then,” I chuckled, reaching forward to rest my hand on her shoulder. “All in all, anyways.”

“You realized that ‘pretty good’ included us getting shot, stabbed, beat up, tossed from trains —.”

“Just the minor details.”

She snorted, then her eyes flicked out to my arm. Her brows rose as she saw my new tattoo. “When did you get that?”

“Oh, earlier today.” I glanced at the black letters spelling out my son’s name on my arm, pleased. Tori had done a great job, they looked exactly how I wanted them. “Tori did it.”

“You got his name on you?” Camille hesitantly reached forward, her fingers drawing down the skin a few inches away.

“Yes. He’s my son. I might be able to dump you but I can’t get rid of him.”

She rolled her eyes, but the look she gave me — it was full of warmth, of sweetness. It was the look I always wanted her to have when she looked at me.

I gave her a small smile before I leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against her lips. She knew I loved my kid, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I loved both of them, so much I was even putting off my plans of Dauntless domination until Kai was a little older and could defend himself.

Gave me plenty of time to make some allies, too.

“I love you,” I murmured, propping myself up so I could cup her cheek. “and the loaf.”

“I wish you’d stop calling him that.”

“Eh, he doesn’t mind.” I chuckled, kissing her again. Camille never changed, it was one of the things I liked about her. She still put me in my place, yelled at me, told me when I was being an asshole. She took care of her initiates, but she was stern with them; we shared the same ideologies, at least to a point.

We’d been together for years now and yet every day I didn’t mind coming home to her — at least now that she wasn’t screaming at me and ripping me apart because she’d momentarily lost her mind.

Another reminder why we didn’t need another kid.

“The loaf is escaping.” I murmured, and Camille sighed as she leaned away. We both watched as Kai tried to drag himself across the floor, arms and legs not quite ready to do the heavy lifting.

He was determined to make it to my shoe.

“If you want, I can watch him tomorrow so you can get out again.” I offered, shuffling so that I was lying on my back again, my arms pillowing my head as I looked up at the ceiling. I figured if I offered, Camille would go see Tori like she always did, and maybe I could get a little more information outta her about the elusive tattooist.

“That’s suspiciously nice of you, Eric.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to get out a little more. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“You don’t even like Tori.”

“I don’t like most people. Now do you want me to watch him or not?”

“I guess. Just don’t set the apartment on fire or start teaching him to throw knives.”

“Of course not, that’s next week’s lesson plan.”

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“So? What are your suspicions?” Hera asked from where she sat at the table, flicking through different pages on the tablet in front of her. I frowned as I leaned against the chair in front of her, glancing around her office.

Rather small, sort of like a closet. She didn’t have anything personal in here, not even a plant, just her tablet and the computer on the wall. Obsolete filing cabinets were pressed up against one wall, old but obviously used for some reason; I guessed if you put things on paper instead of uploading, it’s a lot harder for people to steal it.

“Nuwellan has my attention currently. I saw her and Zeeg sitting together in the cafeteria. Wu is a loner, she keeps to herself for the most part.” I couldn’t leave her out.

“She seems very close friends with your wife.”

Again with the intentional wrong word.

“Girlfriend. They’re friends, yes.”

“Does their friendship cloud your judgement?” Hera asked bluntly, her cold gaze flicking up. Her fingers paused, hovering above the tablet as she stared through her blonde hair at me.

“Personal ties don’t hold me back.” I said flatly. “If she’s the traitor I’ll deal with her. Max knows that, it’s why he chose me.”

“No, not really.” The small, rather vile woman in front of me sighed as she looked back down. “Max chose you to test your loyalty, he thinks you’re losing your edge since you knocked up the trainer. I do hope you’ve no attachments, although I read your file and you’re a useful executioner.”

That’s one way of putting it.

Still testing me then? Max must be on to me, why else would he still be doubting me? I frowned, crossing my arms.

“Max is a fool, he’s incapable of doing his own dirty work and when push comes to shove he would crumble without someone like me.” I finally said; fuck, what do I got to lose? If Max is already thinking I’m building an uprising he’ll take me out sooner or later anyhow. Might as well say what I gotta say.

“Instead of putting me on bullshit assignments like this making me run around like an errand boy, he should be remembering how many of our own members I’ve taken out just so this society can still work.” I said all of it very calmly, but I definitely had Hera’s attention. “I don’t like being questioned, I’ve done nothing to bring it forth.”

“You defied him,” she points out. “When your child was born.”

“It was stay or watch Dauntless collapse internally because my girlfriend was having conniptions. Camille has plenty of sway here and Max knows it.”

“So you consider yourself a power couple then?” Hera asked lightly, clasping her fingers in front of her.

“We’re not here to discuss my relationship. We’re here to discuss a leak, which I have suspicions is Nuwellan. How about we focus on that?” I snapped, growing restless.

I was starting to feel as if I was the one trial here.

“Very well.” Hera sighed, returning to tapping her tablet. “Do you consider her and Zeeg to be in league together?”

“All that I’ve established is that they know each other. However, that could be too obvious. Wu is anti-social, and she has just as many reasons to hate this place as they do. Death of a family member is a motivating factor.”

I had to mention her, otherwise it would look as if I was ruling her out just because of my connection to her. I’m not a softy.

“Understandably. So you still consider her to be a suspect?”

“Until proven otherwise, yes.”

I had too.

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I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, standing on one of the bridges as I looked down at the Pit. Dauntless moved back and forth between the shops and other common areas, taking care of their daily business.

Fuck if this wasn’t a mess.

I watched as Zeeg moved smoothly across the bridge below me, glancing nervously over his shoulders, a bag held tightly in his hand. Could he look anymore suspicious?

The bag was small, couldn’t hold a big gun, and we typically didn’t have any smaller than the hand. He could be transporting a weapon, or ammo — hell, it could be important paperwork!

So of course I was following him.

I stayed to the bridge above him, watching the surroundings. No one was following him, it was just him in a hurry to get somewhere. I pursed my lips, curious.

Who’s he going to meet? Who’s his accomplice? Why are they willing to risk everything for this?

Dumb kids.

I seriously hoped Tori wasn’t involved.

I watched as he disappeared into one of the hallways, and I made quick work climbing down the ladder to his level. I casually started following behind him, making sure to keep the crowd between all of us. I doubted he would notice me, but I didn’t want to be sloppy.

What’s his plan here? What’s in that tiny plastic bag? What could he possibly be taking somewhere?

This is not how I wanted to spend my afternoon. I wanted to be back at the apartment, tossing my kid into the air and making my girlfriend panic. I wanted to watch him eat on one of those chew toys and even cry when I took it away from him.

Hell, I’d settle for being at the bar, drinking a few beers and talking shit with Mel like old times.

Anything would be better than this.

I wasn’t patient enough to tail people, I’d rather just shoot them.

And now where the hell is the little fuck going? I scowled, watching as he turned down a more secluded hallway, his face paling from nerves as he went. I hovered just at the corner, seeing his steps falter as he approached a place in the wall that curved.

He paused there, clutching the bag to him.

Hmm.

I waited, making sure I was carefully placed so I wouldn’t be noticed, at least by Zeeg. I lounged against the pale corner, looking down at my watch and tinkering with the buttons like it was showing me something interesting.

I glanced back, growing restless as ten minutes passed. If I wasn’t getting to shoot someone or getting an adrenaline rush, I didn’t see the point of this. I was fucking bored.

I’d rather just confront the kid and jerk the bag out of his hand than continue waiting!

Hmm?

I peered curiously around the corner as I saw someone step up to Zeeg, his face brightening as he sees the girl. I didn’t know her, but she’s blonde and slim, a little taller than him, probably his age.

Wait.

I frowned as Zeeg talked to her for a moment, than sort of shoved the bag at her. She blinked, then looked down and opened it. She sort of exclaimed something and pulled out — fuck.

Jewelry.

I’d followed this fucking kid to his girlfriend!

How disappointing.

What a fucking waste of time!

I could have been cuddling Kai or Camille this entire time.

I ground my teeth in irritation, cracking my knuckles as I leaned back against the wall.

This tailing business just wasn’t for me.

I’d have to go about this a different way… maybe I’d get to break some bones in the process.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years ago

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Imagine # 848

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @bonniebirddoesgifs (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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"Alright there are three horses left, which one would you prefer (Y/n)?" Four asked his friend, who responded without thought. "I'll ride Eric." (Y/n) replied, her heart sinking when Eric and Four both snickered. "The horse, you man child." (Y/n) scolded the pair, as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "You can ride me anytime sweetheart." Eric smirked shooting (Y/n) a quick wink, while (Y/n) rolled her eyes yet again. "I'm going to shoot you." (Y/n) only half threatened, while Four walked off to pick out his own horse, and gather the rest of the team. "You need some help mounting?" Eric asked with a cocky twinkle in his eyes. "I can mount on my own just fine." (Y/n) sassed as she did just that, looking down at Eric from upon her perch upon the steed. "I'm sure you can sweetheart." Eric chuckled while (Y/n) secretly suppressed her own snickers. "You really want me to shoot you, don't you?" (Y/n) smirked at him as she rest her hand against her gun holster. "Oh you won't shoot me darling." Eric chuckled as he mounted his own horse. "Oh and why's that?" (Y/n) asked as they spurred on the horses. "Because you have feelings for me." Eric smiled. "Ha!" (Y/n) snorted. "Who knew you were funny." (Y/n) snorted, jumping when Eric grasped her by the arm. "I'm not joking, you can try denying it all you want (Y/n). But I know you like me, I can see it in your eyes." Eric's voice was serious, making (Y/n)'s heart flutter. "U-uh I um I." She stammered nervously, having thought she'd hidden her feelings well. "It's okay though, because I've got feelings for you too." Eric added casually, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, before spurring his horse into a trot. "Hey you can't just say that and take off!" (Y/n) hissed as she raced after him, huffing under her breath when he laughed spurring his horse into a sprint.

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*Eric got a little out of character there at the end, but oh well. Hope you enjoyed regardless.

Also this totally popped into my head while I was playing Red Dead Online, and riding around on my horse Eric... 👀

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frozenbreadcrumbs · 2 years ago

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Help me find a Divergent Fan Fic, please!!

So I'm rewatching the Divergent movies, and once again developed a massive crush on Eric... Yes, yes...I know, don't judge!

I need to find a fic about Eric(not sure whether it was on Quotev or Wattpad, but definitely one of those)

It mentions the young main female character (abnegation i think) hiding in a closet with her mom/or both parents when the Erudites marched in for whatever reason. I remember the main character gets found by young Eric who was in erudite, but he doesn't say anything to the other Erudite and walks away.

Then at some point in the fic, when she joins Dauntless as a young adult, I remember the MC mentions that whole thing to him, and he lies saying he doesn't remember that happening, but after her pestering him, he snaps at her and tells her that if she tells anyone he was in Erudite he would get mad or whatever.

Please spread this around, I'm desperately trying to find this fic!!

Please and thank you!

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that1girloverthere · 4 years ago

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Teaching the Stiff

*warning* contains LOTS of smut

"Okay so what do you want to do?" He asks, eyes meeting mine in the hazy light of the sunset. His curtains open to the otherwise dark room, his fourth floor view one to envy.

A nervous laugh falls from my lips, my eyes falling to his bare chest. "I don't know, I've never done anything like this before."

"Well that much is obvious," he smirks. As I start to snap back at him his hand finds it's way to my hip, pulling me forward onto his lap. The satin fabric of his sheets brush my skin through the rips in my jeans.

"How do you feel about this?" He asks me, his voice lowered now that I'm pressed against him. My legs find their place on either side of his, my hands dangle at my sides.

Through a shaky breath I reply, "I like it."

He nods, that smirk still on his lips. "You can touch me, you know?" I stare down at my floating hands, then his chest. I let them find their way to his body, the tips of my fingers entwining in his patch of chest hair, the skin underneath is warm.

"That's better." He replies.

"Tell me what to do." My hands shake slightly as I speak, needing some kind of instruction.

"Ah, ah, ah. This was your idea, remember? You get to make the calls here."

My breath shakes in my chest, my eyes stuck on the thick black blocks of tattoo that rise up his neck.

"Okay." I get out, the word rushed and in no way as confident as I would like it to sound.

My hand moves with a mind of its own, my fingertips brushing over the slight scruff that decorates his jaw. I let my eyes meet his and I'm granted a wave of heat over my body at the look he gives me. His pupils have overtaken the normally stark grey irises, leaving him to stare at me like a predator does to prey. My fingers' movements pause; concern briefly flashes across his features.

"You good?"

God, even his voice has become darker.

"Yeah, yeah..." I wobble through the sentence. "Well, no." His hands leave my waist with the release of that single word, making a cold chill run up my back at the loss of warmth.

"Wait," I use my hands to guide his back to their original place, making eye contact yet again. "I still want to do this, I just really need some instruction here."

The cocky grin on his face nearly makes me lose it as he speaks, "Alright, but tell me to stop if it gets too much for you."

Before I can reply his lips are connected to mine, all brain process lost to his movements. His hands run over my hips, one settling in my back pocket, the other at my waistline. A gentle push has me meeting his lap fully, making my hips buck instinctively.

A sigh comes from his lips and my cheeks are set aflame.

He bites my bottom lip lightly, making me gasp and granting him full access to my mouth. His tongue is warm as it slides around my mouth making me pout when he pulls away.

"Why did you-" I'm cut off when his lips touch my neck. They work their way down, gently nipping and licking as he goes.

Goosebumps follow the path his hands make beneath my shirt, getting closer and closer to my peaked nipples all while his lips never leave my neck and jaw. He cups me in his palm, a finger passing over the bud, making me moan.

"No bra, huh?" He taunts, his voice husky.

"Shut up." I manage to gasp out.

His hands continue along their path, his thumb continuing to tease me. My head tilts back and my eyes shut slightly, my breath coming out in sighs.

Before I know what I'm doing I push myself against him, rocking back and forth, searching for any kind of friction.

He groans and my stomach flips.

His fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt, "Off." I let him take it over my head, arms raised.

For a moment he sits there, staring at me and I can't help but feel the urge to cover up, my hands leaving his body to shield myself from his view.

He shakes his head, "Don't, you look good."

Placing my hands back on his chest for me, he leans in slowly, letting his lips gently glide over my neck. He makes his way down to my breasts, nipping and sucking at the raised flesh. A moan escapes me at his ministrations. My back arches in response.

Before I realize what's happening i'm being flipped onto my back, Eric laying over me.

His eyes lock on mine for a moment and the sheer lust in the stare almost breaks me. His lips trail down my body, occasionally biting at the sensitive skin, only to run a soothing tongue over the area before continuing.

My hands grip the sheets above my head, holding me to reality.

"Lift your legs up," his voice is so gravelly it shocks me but I do as he says, my hips rising as the jeans I didn't even realize were unbuttoned are slid from my body. I lay there, naked besides the small piece of fabric I somehow call underwear. His gaze makes me miss the feeling of his lips on my breasts.

"What are you waiting for?" I mean to taunt, the infliction is all off however thanks to a new rasp in my voice I've never heard before.

He lets out a small chuckle. "Easy there, Stiff or I might start to think you're a Dauntless."

I raise myself onto my elbows, staring forward to the man seated between my legs.

"I am Dauntless." I say but it doesn't seem to convince him.

He raises his eyebrows as if referencing the clear "Stiff" behavior I had moments before. How this entire time I've yet to do more than lay there and moan.

Fine, two can play at that game.

I fully stand from the bed, and turn to face him. Trying my best to ignore my nakedness, I come close to his face, placing hands on his shoulders.

"Lay down." I command, not sure how I manage to pull off the air of confidence.

He seems surprised but does as I say, moving further onto the bed, his head resting at the headboard.

I trail my hands down his body, starting at his neck. Leaning forward I let my tongue follow the path my hand takes, tracing over his skin.

A sigh vaguely resembling my name comes from his lips and it only spurs me on.

His skin tastes slightly salty and I can't get enough. Without thinking I let my hand travel past his navel, my fingers sweeping over his waistband. I run my nails gently over the exposed skin, making his hips buck. I smirk in satisfaction.

"Quit playing." He groans, eyes set intensely on mine.

"Be patient." I retort, not giving him time to snap at me again as I let my hand fully dip beneath his sweatpants and boxers. The skin I'm met with is softer than any other on his body and I can't stop myself from gliding my fingertips over it multiple times.

I wrap my hand around his length, new to the experience but trying to remember the advice I was given by my friends through the years. Twisting my wrist slightly with each rise and fall, I sit in awe at the sounds that come from Eric's mouth.

Just as I feel his body tensing beneath my hand, I let go. Attempting to make quick work, I move to pull off his remaining clothing but find it impossible with a his unrelenting weight bearing down on one side of it.

I give him a look at my predicament and he moves to rise from the bed, playfully pinching my exposed nipple in the process. He chuckles at my uncontrollable moan.

I watch as he stands in front of me, finding myself on my knees before him, a faint scratch of fabric against my shins. His eyes stare down at me as he slowly removes his last articles of clothing, his entire being nude for me to observe. Its impressive, though I'd be damned before I admit that to him.

"Well?" He taunts, seeing as though I'm at a loss for words.

His cock stands at attention directly in front of my face, larger than I ever realized it was. Gripping him in my hand again, I take my time deciding to taste him. My tongue darting out to lick from his base to the tip, letting my entire mouth encircle him when I reach the end.

His hips buck slightly, a hand coming down to grip the back of my head, tangling in my hair. A moan escapes him and it shoots right to my core, burning me up.

Just as I'm about to take him fully, he pulls my head away from him, a pop sounding at the release of my lips from him. Faster than I though was possible, I'm being pushed onto my back, hands tearing at my last scrap of clothing, my underwear being thrown off to the side.

"My turn," he practically growls. I stare at him, body practically pulsating with need and lust. His callused hands grips my knees, making my legs bend and then spread, exposing myself to him fully. He gives my body a long, hungered look before leaning down. He starts at my thighs, kissing and biting them to the point that I feel like I could combust.

"Quit playing," I say, a mirror to what he said moments ago. I feel more than see his smirk as he at last stops the assault, and begins a new one. When his tongue touches me my eyes roll into the back of my head, a moan that just might be his name rasping out of me. In all my years I never knew it could feel this good.

He goes to work on me, lips sucking at my clit, tongue flicking against it. My back arches and my hands search for something, anything, to grab on to. One finds its way into his hair, the other the sheets beneath us.

"Fuck Eric, don't stop," I gasp. My body starts to tense and I know what's coming.

Eric seems to too, as he replaces his mouth with his hand, moving against me in ways I know I'll crave for the rest of my life. His eyes meet mine while he sucks on the skin around my sensitive area. I can barely see him through the building haze.

"That's it," he says, voice deep and powerful, the voice of a leader. "Cum for me like a good girl."

And with that, I do.

My vision falters and if I didn't know any better I would dare to say I passed out for a moment. My legs shake in satisfaction and I can't help but stare in awe at the man that is still between my legs.

"Come here," I nearly growl. With a hand on his jaw I taste myself on his lips, letting my fingers drift around his torso. He groans as I reach the deep V his muscles make at his waist.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, hand reaching back down to rub against my folds, making my hips buck uncontrollably.

I'm nodding long before I can gather enough breath to answer.

"Yes," I plead. "Please, Eric."

He kisses me again, softer than before, but still with a hunger I didn't think was possible. I feel him shift against me and where his fingers - and mouth - were moments earlier the pressure of his head rests. A hand holding himself, I watch as he guides his dick to rub my clit. A similar heat builds inside of me again and I let out a sigh.

"You like that?" He questions.

I'm about to reply when his thumb replaces his member and I sense a deep pressure begin. With a gentleness I didn't know the feared leader could have, he enters me, leaving me feeling full beyond thought.

His hips begin to move, slow and deliberate, thumb moving in time.

"Oh, God." I gasp, hips pushing to meet his. A different kind of pleasure takes over and I fade in and out of reality for a moment.

"Such a dirt girl," He comments. He thrusts into me, hand reaching up to pinch my peaked nipple. "No wonder you left Abnegation. Imagine what they would think of you now, being a little slut for me."

My cheeks burn with his words but a sense of euphoria rushes through me at his degradation and praise.

He's mid movement when he flips us over, never disconnecting from me. I sit above him, his back fully against the bed, my knees digging into the sheets. He grips the back of my neck, pulling my hair slightly as he forces me down to his level, his eyes on mine.

"Now, ride me." He releases his grip on me, but quickly relocates it on my hips. I rise from my position, letting myself bounce on his cock, hearing the sounds our bodies make as they slaps together.

My hand drifts to his throat, simply resting there, feeling the fast pulse beneath the skin. I let my back arch, knowing full well that my breasts are directly over his face and feeling empowered by it.

My thrusts quickly get erratic and I can feel him begin to tense beneath me.

"I'm getting close," I practically moan, my legs shaking again. With that, his hand finds its way back to my clit, his callused fingers teasing the bundle of nerves.

"Let go," He says, out of breath. His skin glistens with sweat, his thighs twitching under me.

"Eric... Eric... fuck." I topple over the edge, shouting his name loud enough that all of Chicago can hear. My body becomes limp but he holds me up with his hands, grabbing at my ass as he thrusts into me with newfound speed.

I listen, dazed and over stimulated, as he groans and echoes my name back to me.

Slowly, he slips out of me, leaving me shivering and feeling empty. I lay on his chest, not having the bodily ability to move myself just yet.

"How was it?" He asks, wiping my sweat slicked hair from my face, kissing my forehead.

"Amazing."

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oddsnendsfanfics · 1 year ago

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A small part of me has always felt that I should finish this. A nice little tie off at the end. Maybe go back and rewrite a few parts.

I have found myself reading it lately, but do I want to go back down that rabbit hole? Would anyone even bother to read it?

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moonxbat98 · 2 years ago

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BOOK TWO:

The Beginning of the End

Set during Allegiant and Insurgent (AU)

In thought process

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thirstyhscwriter · 7 years ago

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The Decoy Bride Part One II Jai/OC

The wedding was exactly as all weddings should be. Exceedingly dull, and terribly awkward. The bride looked as if she had been baked into a giant white meringue. She had been able to see the bride’s skin poking through the buttons as she walked past, the tell tale stray threads a sure sign the frustrated bride had been sewed into the garment only moments before. It was the best sight she had seen all day, she had found it so funny she had needed to bite down on her sleeve to stop herself from audibly laughing as the bride walked past.

That was the only good part of weddings. The knowledge that what happened between the bride and groom afterwards would be the worst night of their marriage, even the best fit dress was near impossible to remove, she had seen enough of them up close to know that. This however was not the best fit dress, not even close, she would be willing to wager that perhaps it was the worst.

“And so,” she said, as the final kiss was given, “The bride and groom settled for a monotonous life of pain and hatred.” “I wouldn’t be so cynical missy,” She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her boss’s shrill voice behind her, “It’s these weddings that pay your bills,” “They pay yours as well, I don’t see you rushing to get married.” “Aye well, you see enough of these things you learn fast enough there’s very little to want about them,” She was preparing herself to smile in victory before her boss began to talk once again, “But I’m not so cruel as to look down upon those who do. You and I are likely to live a life of loneliness and bitterness, with naught but money and snark to keep us company, you cannot begrudge these people for trying to find someone nice enough to smile against the wind with. Now, hand out the bags of rice, and smile, I don’t want any complaints about your attitude.” “You might not be able to” she muttered, as she turned to the rice bags, “but I can.” She turned back to shout after the retreating back of her boss, “And you know as well as I do that you haven’t had a complaint about me in your life.”

“You know it’s my day off.” She wished she could claim she sounded angry with her boss, who had the nerve to call her on a Sunday to come in, “Aye I do lassie, which is how I know you will not doubt that I would not ask if I was not really sick.” She made a disgruntled sound, “Can you not ask them to come again later, when you are well, or I am actually meant to be working.” “No, I cannot” Her boss broke off from the conversation, coughing on the other side, “And not I will not tell you why. Stop complaining little miss, get in that tin can you call a car, and show the nice couple around the venue. And for god’s sake you cynical girl, at least pretend to like weddings, it’s much harder the fall in love with a venue when the woman running it appears to have a heart of stone.”

“And thus, for a small price, the two of you can have the wedding of your dreams in one of the few castles in this part of America, we do know that churches are more traditional, but we know how to make every wedding…” She turned away as she uttered the next words, not wanting them to see the face she pulled as she said it, “unique.”

Why this couple could not have waited another day she did not know, there did not seem to be anything particularly extraordinary about them, except that they were both more good looking than any couple had the right to be. The woman did, however, seem like most others she saw in these halls, in love with the idea she might be a princess for a day. Her future husband had not so much as glanced in her direction since entering the venue, not that she could blame him, she felt terribly plain next to the stunning blonde. Still, he could have spared at least one smile or greeting in her direction.

“No, it’s perfect, oh Jai, I can just see myself descending this staircase, although it will require a much longer train” “I thought we weren’t going to say our names.” It was the first time he had spoken, although his fiancé did not appear to hear it, she was already hurrying towards the staircase in question, evidently testing to see if it would, indeed make for the grand entrance she imagined. It was very tempting to simply ignore her fiancés words, Jai as she now knew his name was, just as he had hers all day, but she was too curious. “It’s a wise decision not to speak your names, now that I know yours there is no escaping this wedding, you will be married, although your fiancé may still be lucky enough to escape.” The edges of his lips twitched slightly at her words as his eyes came to meet hers for the first time, she raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for more explanation as to why they wanted to keep their names a secret, but it did not come. Instead he looked her over, absent mindedly scratching an oversized bicep as he did so.

“You’re not American,” She tried again after a moment’s silence, “English, is it? Surely you’ve got enough castles back home.” Again, he smirked, taking a step closer to her, “Australian actually, but even I know…” He leaned in close, lowering his voice as if eavesdroppers surrounded them, “That this place is nowhere near as old as you claim.” He raised his eyebrows at her, settling back a little, as if readying himself for her reply. She was suddenly struck by the sheer size of him. She had thought him attractive before, in the conventional sense, all muscle and carefree smiles, only now however, when his eyes were actually engaged, did she see just how entrancing he was, she could not tear her eyes away from him, “No, it’s a very new, and cheap building. But since when have weddings been based on truth.” He narrowed his eyes at her, ready to reply. “Jai.” The call made her jump, she had forgotten the other woman was there. “How did that look.” “Hmmm.” He looked up at his fiancé, obviously having missed her decent entirely, “lovely. We should get going, you know what happens if we stay in one place for too long.”

The fiancé, still unnamed, was still inside, taking great care in placing her sunglasses and head wrap, fearful she would burst out laughing she had gone to stand by the door, ready to lock up once the couple had left. To her surprise Jai had followed her out. His large frame seemed much too large for the door. “Just one quick question for you,” His accent, so jarring before, seemed to wash over her, and she suddenly became aware of just how close to her he was standing. Her eyes drifted down, despite herself, looking at the small blonde hairs that decorated his arms. “Most of this wedding is going to be hers but…” He broke of looking slightly embarrassed, “You guys don’t serve beers do you.” “I can assure you, Jai, you are not the first man, or woman, to want beers at his wedding. I’m sure I can get them on the menu for you.” He grinned, leaning in even closer. This time however, it was her who cut him off, “You won’t tell your fiancé what I said I hope, about the castle. As stupid as it is I quite like this job.” “I can keep a secret.” He told her, they were almost nose to nose now, “Can you do the same?” He was flirting, she realised, earlier he hadn’t been able to look at her, and now he was flirting, she wandered just what his future wife would think about that, and was preparing herself to ask, when… “What was that?” She had jumped away from him in surprise, “What was what?” He was looking around, large shoulders braced, she had to force herself not to admire them. “It was nothing,” The fiancé had emerged, safely wrapped in her scarfs. “The two of you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Not a ghost. She thought, just a flash from the trees.

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a-coulter-winchester · 6 years ago

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For Sale: Dead ends

Warnings: Some confrontation and excitement.

Sunlight filled the room, birds chirped somewhere in a tree nearby. The hum of a car on the road droned off into the distance. Miles popped his head up and huffed at something out the bedroom window. The room was mostly peaceful except the soft snores and leveled breathing coming from you.

“I LOVE BOOMERANGS!” You shot up in a blaze of glory as a loud drilling noise came from across your window.

Miles was howling and barking at the intrusive sounds. You had fallen asleep with your laptop. The sound was starting to give you a headache or the lack of sleep was. You swallowed trying to wet your throat and pushed the laptop off your lap. You checked your phone to see that it was eight in the morning.

“Miles, who the hell drills at 8 am??” You hissed your grogginess was quickly replaced with anger.

Your back and neck felt stiff from the awkward position you had slept in. Stomping towards the window you observed the situation in shock. You could see straight into Eric’s bedroom and he could see right into yours if he wanted to.

There he stood directly in front of the window. He didn’t have a shirt on, he had what looked to be a pair of boxers or pajamas bottoms on. The V peaking out of his waist band lead your eyes to his beautiful sculpted abs. You subconsciously bit your lip while studying every little detail of his perfect body.

In that moment you completely forgot about what a jerk your neighbor was. All you could think about was how much you wanted to run your tongue over his... your thoughts were broken as you made eye contact with him. He was staring right at you and even stopped drilling. His eyes seemed to see right through you.

“Shit.” You awkwardly turned and then did a little 360 spin to face him again.

You pulled your window open and tried to throw on your best angry face. He copied you and shoved his window open before leaning out the window picking up on the fact that you were about to yell at him.

“Can you not drill this early in the morning?” Your blood boiled as he smirked at you and looked down for a moment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me in here? You can get a better look that way.” He said holding onto the ledge of the window. His broad shoulders made the frame look a lot smaller. His muscles tightened with his grip on the frame giving you every detail of his hard body.

“Wha-N-no. No! I was still waking up. Ew no thank you.” Infuriated at the comment you slammed the window shut and turned to leave the room. The drill started back up and now the image of the beautiful jerks smug smile stained your mind. “No just a dumb jerk Y/N, he’s not beautiful!”

You weren’t sure how he could literally threaten you to stay off his property and then to turn around the next day just to tease you about coming over.

A sigh left your lips as you stomped down the stairs. Annoyed with the events of the morning had you craving a hot fresh pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed you propped your elbows on the table leaning your face between your fingers. You gently massaged your temples wishing the kitchen would have been your quiet safe haven yet all you could still hear was his stupid power tools.

As If possessed you cradled your cup and walked out your front door. Was there peace on your porch? Not, now the sound seemed to echo from there so you let your feet carry you to your car which was parked on the street luckily instead of your garage. You climbed in lazily and shut the door with sigh as the sound was drowned out. You sipped on the thick warm liquid in peace while trying to recollect your thoughts. Surprisingly you had very little success in digging up any information on your Hot but Jerk of a neighbor. He had somehow managed to keep a substantial amount of information off the internet.

All you knew was that he was an ex-Marine and worked for Dauntless Inc. the rival company of Divergents International. That was also apparently where Four and Tris worked. Once your coffee mug was empty you sighed and opened the car door reluctantly you had to get some work done. You prayed that he would be silent now as most of your work would be done at home from your laptop. To your surprise it was completely quiet.

You managed to get a few hours of work done and decided it was time to take sweet little Miles out, who has been so patiently cooped up. Things seemed quiet over at the handsome devils house yet you didn’t want to assume he was out of his house. Knowing your luck he would be creeping through his house trying to figure out how he’d control the neighborhood next. Keeping Miles close you let your thoughts drift, it was a really nice warm day out with a perfect breeze. The Neighborhood was mostly quiet except for the distant buzzing of someone mowing their lawn, the occasional car passing by and birds chirping back and forth.

“Hey.” Four called out walking up the hill. You shook off your trance and smiled politely at him.

“Hi Neighbor.” You chuckled watching as he stopped a few feet away from you.

“How was your first night?” Four asked. shifting as he looked around for a moment then back to you.

“Good...until about the ass crack of dawn.” You partially joked but there was a heavy dose of annoyance in your tone.

“Yeaah.. He’s going to try and push all your buttons. Don’t let him.” Both of you nodded in agreement about the asshole to the left of you.

“Why don’t you come over tonight for dinner. Will and Christine are coming. it’s a BBQ thing.” Four offered and inside you were excited to hear that. Eric was starting to make you uneasy.

“Yeah sure. it’d be nice to make some friends.” You smiled and crossed your arms.

“Ok. See you at 7:00.” You barely heard what Four said as You caught movement out of your eye.

Miles decided the best place to poop was in the one yard that could end up being fatal for him. You felt frozen not wanting to yell to draw Eric out but also wanting to hurry up and get your dog. Four stood there next to you probably assessing the situation. You began to move before he reached out and gently gripped your arm.

“Wait..” Four whispered. His eyes searched the premises and the house as best as he could. “Go low.” He advised and so you took a minute before crouching down.

You made it to the hedges and froze again this time at the sound of the door to Eric’s house creaking open.

“Fuck!” You hissed and faltered before bolting towards your dog. You caught Eric in your peripherals He grinned and bit his lip in a ominous way.

He bolted across the lawn directly towards you covering more ground than you could of imagined. He was quickly closing in on you. Your heart raced and your vision tunneled in on Miles who had just finished crapping on Satan’s lawn. Your hands wrapped around Miles clutching him quickly to you.

A yelp left your lips as you sunk to the neatly manicured lawn to embrace the impact of Eric’s body. Nothing happened except for a very gruff “Oomph.” Followed by a hard thud. You turned to see Eric and Four wrestling on the ground.

“Y/N! Run!” Four yelled and you didn’t hesitate, you took off and B lined straight for your door.

You shut and lock the door panting and still cradling Miles close to your chest. Your legs burned as you took off up the stairs finally in the safety of your room. Worried about Four and the tussle you experienced outside you gathered your wits and took a peek out the window. The Lawn was empty and there was no sounds. No police sirens, sounds of pummeling or two brute men having a heated conversation. You sighed and started to pull back out of the window when your heart leapt up into your throat. Eric was glaring at you through his window.

He was angry and it made you feel many things. Your fear made sense but the heat spreading between your thighs is what confused you. “Shut the curtain and walk away!” A small voice in the back of your head screamed.

“Four won’t always be there to protect you. Next time I see you outside, You’re Mine!” He hissed and slammed his window shut. Hard enough to break the glass but it stayed in tact.

Everything felt weird, You should have been feeling more afraid. Angry even to be threatened. Maybe it was shock. You couldn’t figure out what he meant by that. That threat could have meant so many things. Not only did you need to Thank Four but you needed answers from all of them at the BBQ tonight. how dangerous was Eric.. The more you thought about it the more you felt something odd stirring inside of you. Something that was almost curious to push Eric’s buttons back to see how far he would really go. You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves chalking it up to being an Adrenaline rush.

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writingismyhappytime · 7 years ago

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Dauntless: Daddy Dearest (Part 10)

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

"Come on, buddy, you're doing so good. Just a little farther --- that's my boy!" I said proudly, grinning from ear to ear where I knelt on the floor, holding my hands out to my son. He crawled towards me, wobbly still on his knees, fat limbs shuffling forward until he's within reach. I lifted him up proudly, and he gave me a peel of giggles as I brought him down to plant a loud kiss on his soft tummy.

Camille laughed softly from where she sat on the sofa, her hands curled around a steaming cup of coffee as I kept the loaf entertained. I'm insanely proud of him for crawling, and he's only five months old, which is ahead of the other babies his age!

Okay, so his type of crawling was still sort of scooting on his stomach or butt, but we're working on it.

Already he's the best baby in Dauntless!

I grinned at him as I set him down on his feet, bouncing him a little as he gave me a toothless grin, his eyes wide and taking everything in. Admittedly, even though I cared about him when he was a tiny loaf, being able to interact with him a little more is better.

"I have to run to the Pit to pick up some things for Kai, do you want to come?" Camille asked after a moment, setting her coffee to the side.

I hesitated. I hadn't been to the Pit in a while, other then to drop Kai off at daycare. I had never actually been down there with Camille and Kai, not just casually.

"Sure," I said after a moment, unsure if I meant it. I mean, I had a reputation to keep, of being a badass, pretty cruel and heartless as a matter of fact. Could I still keep that up when I was carrying the kid around and holding shopping bags?

"He just needs some new clothes, he's getting too big for his already." Camille said, oblivious to my internal struggle.

"Well, he's a growing boy," I chuckled, holding his hands as he wobbled back and forth on his feet, legs not quite strong enough to hold him yet. "When does he start getting teeth?"

"Like I have any clue." she shrugged her shoulders, slowly getting to her feet and stretching her arms over her head. "When he starts wailing and we have to buy those little teething rings, I guess. Or when he bites you and it actually has an affect."

I snorted, letting Kai drop by onto the rug on his back. He flailed his little fat legs a minute before rolling onto his stomach, reaching for my shoe laces.

"He's going to get all the ladies when he's older."

"Oh yeah?" Camille sounded amused as she moved past me, her fingers brushing through my hair as she started for the bedroom.

"Yeah. He'll have plenty of girlfriends by choosing day."

"As long as he doesn't get any of them pregnant."

"I never did. I only ever fucked up with you." I called to her, handing Kai one of his toys to smash repeatedly against the ground and shove in his mouth. "And look how long I managed."

"Let's hope he takes more after you then," she sighed, returning with a jacket for him. "And doesn't give us a shock as soon as he hits puberty."

I smirked. "Not to worry, I'll show him how to be careful. We won't get anyone pregnant, will we?" I cooed at him thoughtlessly, taking the jacket and helping get his arms in it. "Nope. And if we do, we get to know what catrastion is."

"Eric!"

"I'm just saying! Neither of us are going to raise it for him."

"We don't even know how to raise him right, let's not talk about our grandchildren." She grimaced, picking him up and setting him on her hip. "That makes me feel incredibly old."

"Ah, you're going to age well, don't worry."

"And you're going to go bald and get fat, right?"

"Nope. I'll shave my head, no one will notice."

"Well, if you keep eating all his cookies, someone's going to notice that gut," she tossed over her shoulder, and I rolled my eyes as I clambered to my feet.

So baby cookies taste good, yeesh.

I lifted Kai up into my arms, he still happily gnawing on his toy as Camille grabbed a few other things. She looked badass as usual, black jeans tucked into her boots that made her ass look great, her black --- actually that was my jacket she was wearing.

"I thought you had that made for me," I smirked, holding Kai easily in my arms as he kicked his legs, bright eyes taking everything in.

She glanced down, then shrugged. "When I moved in it became mutual property."

"Ahuh." I gave her a quick kiss, taking the keys from her and offering her the child in return. She sighed as she took him in her arms, propping him in the crook of her arm.

"Should we take the carrier?"

"Do you really want to lug it around the crowded Pit? How long are we gonna be?"

"An hour, maybe?"

"Ah, we can carry him around," I said, holding the apartment door open for her, tapping the heel of my boot against the floor. "He'll be tuckered out pretty soon."

"You've not seen him when he gets his second wind."

~~~~~~~

"How about this one?"

"Eric, that's too big."

"He'll grow into it." I looked down at the black thing in my hand. It actually wasn't that big, which made me remember how small the loaf really was.

Camille sighed at me, shifting Kai over to the other arm. He had a fistful of her hair already, but she didn't even seem to care if he got drool in it; she must be immune.

I glanced around the small clothing store, finding it didn't have too many people inside. I wasn't much of a shopper, just when I really needed something, so I wasn't exactly comfortable, not that anyone could tell. I didn't know any of the Dauntless inside, not off the top of my head, so that meant they were just peons.

"The new recruits are finally allowed to wander around," Camille said after a moment, picking at some yellow baby blankets with animals on it.

"Yeah. I saw a few of them trying to get into the bar." I frowned, glancing back out the open door. "Tako had to toss their assess out."

"Fuck, I miss the bar," Camille groaned softly, Kai snuggling his face into her neck. "I miss going out and getting plastered and having to go to your place because I'm too drunk to go to mine."

I snorted at the memory. "We've been living together for a few years now."

"And what's your point? Think that I was sober enough to remember that?"

I grinned; we always had great drunk sex.

Possibly how Kai came along tho.

Hmm.

"Why don't you go out one night then?" I asked, propping my arm along one rack of clothes as I looked down at her. "I can watch the loaf and you can relax."

"You want me to leave him alone with you?"

"I'm his father."

"You're also the one who can't swaddle."

"What the Fuck is even the point of that bullshit?" I scoffed, letting my hand rest on my belt. "Its unnecessary! Put him in his bouncy thing or his carrier and he's fine."

Camille rolled her eyes at me, grabbing another outfit by the hanger and holding it up.

"Hell look like a little bitch in that."

"Eric, he's five months old."

"Yeah, and he has a reputation to uphold. No little bitch outfits."

She glared at me, but did put the outfit back up. I doubted she'd ever ask me to go shopping again, but that's fine with me.

"Camille, Eric."

I glanced over the rack, narrowing my gaze as I saw Four and his bitch girlfriend; I never used to think of her like that, but that's all Camille ever used to describe the Stiff.

"Four." Camille gave him a friendly smile. "You two out shopping too?"

"Yeah. The initiates are free tonight, thought we'd take a break as well." Four said, and it was all I could do not to roll my eyes.

I'm surprised the guy knew how to relax.

"Your baby is getting so big," his girlfriend offered after a moment, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"You don't have to tell me that," Camille chuckled, shuffling him slightly. "He's growing up fast."

Not that fast.

Kai snoozed on her shoulder, completely oblivious to the world as his mother made annoying small talk with the enemy. I didn't see why we were even acknowledging him, even should be somewhere else being a smartass.

"Eric, can you take him?"

Huh?

I blinked, focusing and realizing Camille was handing me a fussy baby before her words processed. I reached out automatically, taking the squirming loaf and resting him against my shoulder. His face puckered the second he was away from his mother, and I could see it, the deep inhale as he prepared to let out a death defying wail of discontent.

I shoved the pacifier in his mouth so quick he blinked, and he actually looked up at me accusingly, as if I'd ruined his big crescendo.

Sorry, kiddo.

Not today.

Camille jabbered a few more minutes before Four and his girlfriend finally left, giving us some peace. I might have gone down a little on the intimidation scale holding my kid, I'd have to earn some more respect soon; I didn't like people looking at me and thinking I've gone soft.

"What about this one?" Camille asks, looking through a few more things. "He's growing so quick, I guess they do need to be a little bigger to accommodate."

"Yup," I watched as Kai practiced his spit bubbles, getting some drool on my shirt I ignored. My eyes flicked around uncomfortably, but no one was paying the two of us any attention. It's not unusual for kids to be frolicking during the later evening, or for people to have their little ones with them; I just never thought I would be one of those people.

"Can you imagine what it would be like if we had a second one?" Camille muttered, hearing the wail of someone's kid. She glanced at Kai, but he was falling asleep again, drool running down his chin and dripping onto his bib thing. She sighed as she wiped at his face with it, shaking her head.

"He sleeps like you do."

"I don't drool."

"So you think."

I rolled my eyes, shifting the loaf a little when my arm ached. He's getting to be a pretty hefty little thing.

"Have you found enough yet?" I sighed, growing impatient the more we wandered around. "It's been longer than an hour and he'll never sleep tonight."

"Yeah, I think we do." She grimaced, looking at the tiny clothes draped over her arm. "At the rate he's going, though, we're going to have to do this again next month."

We?

"We?"

"Yes, we. It's not going to hurt you to come out with him in public."

"I go out with him in public."

"You take him to daycare, and that's like five minutes. You can't just spend time with him in the apartment and never go out with him."

"He doesn't care, he can't even walk yet."

"Yes, but ---."

"You just want people to see me out with him, don't you? Trying to ruin my reputation."

"Eric, for fuck's sake."

I chuckled, glancing at the dark-haired baby snuggled up into my neck, his little fist clenched in my t shirt. I didn't mind that much, if I was being honest, but it meant I was going to have to be pretty harsh when it came to the initiates and their training if they saw me. Just because I was a softy when it came to my kid, didn't mean I wouldn't kick their ass regardless.

"Did you want to see Tori while you were here?" I asked after a moment, her eyes flicking over to me in surprise. "I know it's been a bit."

"Well, I wouldn't care, but we can't bring Kai in the tattoo shop. And we have all this stuff, so we should just ---."

"I can just take it all back to the apartment, it's not a big deal. You said you wanted some time to relax."

"Yeah, I do, but you're going to be alone with Kai for a few hours."

"I literally am the only one who gets up at night with him, I think I can handle it. I have mastered the art of ---."

"Don't you fucking say swaddling. You turned him into a Q-tip last time."

I shrugged my shoulders. "He was fine, wasn't he? Don't be so worried, it's not like I'll drop him."

"Eric!"

I grinned at her, feeling Kai's fingers flex against my chest. "Trust me, if I can kill someone with just a knife in three feet of water and with only one good eye, I can take care of a baby for a few hours."

"Somehow, I don't think those are comparable, Eric." She didn't look impressed, but I figured I could do something nice for her for once. She should go out and see Tori, even though I knew the tattoo artist didn't like me much; I didn't blame her, I was an asshole, but I considered Camille to be my redeeming quality.

Well, her and the loaf.

Without these two, I'd be just as bad as Mel and I knew it.

~~~~~~~

"Well, little man, it's just the two of us," I stated, dropping the bags onto the coffee table. Kai ignored me, kicking his fat legs a minute to let me know he wanted down. He rousted up a little on the walk back, and we didn't meet too many people, so I figured my badass reputation was probably still in tact.

I leaned down, sitting him on the rug and nudging one of those inflatable chew toys at him; having a baby wasn't too far from having a puppy.

Kai's fingers closed around the toy, and I watched as it immediately went to his mouth. He seemed so small, sitting on the rug, barely tall enough to go past the top of my boot. It still felt strange, knowing that I had a kid, someone who relied on me solely for their protection and their life; he wouldn't survive without someone looking after him.

I looked down at my hands, at the scars crawling across my skin, the rough patches from years of fighting and using weapons. I was a trained killer, I had murdered more people than I'd ever saved, and I didn't regret any of it. I used to think I didn't even have a conscious, that maybe that part of me just didn't exist --- turns out I was wrong.

Growing up in Erudite, everything was different. I grew up tall and lanky almost immediately, but my height didn't matter there. The nerds, the most intelligent of us, those are who got the most attention, who everyone cared about. My parents were just like all the rest, scientists who worked with the Erudite leader. That was the only reason I knew Jeanine Matthews, why she always wanted me to be around during the meetings; I was a familiar face, even though I'd defected to a faction that I belonged in.

I'd always liked fighting, I was bigger than most of those my age, and I didn't take their shit just because I didn't catch on as quick as they did. They might be smart, but I could pack a punch a lot better than they could.

So what would Kai be?

I sat down on the edge of the sofa, watching him for a few moments.

Would he be a fighter like me and Camille? She was born here, and her parents before her, so her bloodline ran strong in Dauntless. Would he take after her, show leadership, show ambition and want to do good for himself in life? Would he be strategic, be able to read people and understand that you can't trust even those you've grown up with?

Would he be smart? Peaceful? Would he defect to another faction if he felt he didn't fit in?

Would he think we wouldn't love him if he didn't?

This kid meant the world to me, without doubt, and I'd kill over him just like I did his mother. I would give my life protecting him, even if he grew up to hate me because I was hard on him. I wanted him to be strong, able to take care of himself no matter where he let life take him --- so long as he didn't end up factionless.

That's what I was worried about, though. What if he didn't like this faction? I had a lineage to uphold, I intended to be the leader of Dauntless one day, and I couldn't very well have my own showing me up and leaving, now could I? that's why I wondered if maybe we shouldn't have another kid, just in case Kai didn't --- fuck, I sounded like an asshole, even to myself.

We couldn't handle a second one right now, Camille wouldn't have it, and honestly I didn't want one. We were just now getting our sleep schedules back to normal, getting our lives back on track, and I didn't want to fuck that up.

Camille was working with the initiates, and her separation anxiety over being away from the loaf was getting better and better. I didn't want to go through all that with another baby, her being so attached and clawing me eyes out if I even suggested sending it to daycare early.

So no, we'd just stick with Kai right now.

And what if he had a brother? What would we even call it? Or a girl? I wouldn't know what to do with a girl, and I wasn't sure if we could get another apartment or not. Generally two kids is about the limit when it comes to procreating, just because of how our housing arrangements are.

So we couldn't have more than that.

I sighed, and reached forward to brush my fingers through Kai's black curls. Right now he just had a lot of fuzz, sticking up in every direction,but he made it work pretty well.

"C'mere, buddy." I reached for him, curling my hands around his small torso and lifting him up. "Let's get you some supper, shall we? Then it's bed time."

Kai didn't look pleased at that.

~~~~~~~

"So, tomorrow the initiates are taking their expedition out to the wall." Camille said as she stood beside me in the training room, stretching her arms over her head. I glanced down as her shirt came up, revealing her stomach, one red scar visible for a few seconds before her hands returned to her hips; she'd kept a little weight on after Kai was born, but she was fit, so she was already slimming up again.

"Yeah. Four's taking them, isn't he?"

"So I heard."

"That doesn't give us much to do then, does it?" I smirked, letting my hands rest in my pockets. Right now the initiates were practicing their knife throws, either hitting the wooden targets before them or missing terribly. My eyes flicked around, wondering who I could pick on and make an example out of.

"We'll get a little extra time, I guess."

Heh.

"Does anyone else know about the field trip?"

"Uh, I figure so, why?"

"No reason." I muttered, keeping my thoughts to myself. I suddenly had a great idea to get Camille up on a rooftop and fuck the hell out of her; I missed hearing her gasps and loud moans, we had to be too quiet right now.

We had a time bomb in the other room, after all.

Camille ran a tired hand through her hair, and finally she stepped forward, getting onto one of the initiates for slacking. She grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand and showing him how he should be holding his weapon. He frowned, but listened, so at least he wasn't a bitch about criticism.

I glared at the one beside him who appreciated her ass.

Again, how many times was I going to have to show these boys manners? They might not be Dauntless born, but I thought respect was something all factions had. She wasn't here for their fucking enjoyment, she was their superior, and it didn't matter how nice of a piece of ass she was, I would break their fingers and shove them in their eye sockets if they so much as leered at her!

I seethed silently to myself, making a mental note for the next war game we had.

I was shooting that one in the balls.

"Why do you look ready to tear someone's head off?"

"This is just how I look."

"True." Zeke chuckled as he stepped beside me, slouching a little. I glanced at his mohawk, at the snake tattoo crawling across his skin and multiple piercings. I thought he was a lazy smuck, but Camille liked him well enough and he'd gotten her a baby gift when Kai was born. "How's your kid doing?"

"Growing."

"You and Camille good?"

I glared at him; he asked too many questions.

"Hey, just trying to make conversation."

Ahuh.

The fucker had kissed my girlfriend once, I hadn't forgotten that despite it was a few years back. I owed him a good beating, and one day I'd give it to him.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I grumbled, watching the initiates again and doing my best to ignore him.

"Don't you? You don't have to be here all the time looking after them. I get you're just spending time with Camille, but ---."

"You have no idea what my job is." I interrupted him, scowling as I looked down at him. Actually, he was right, I didn't have to be here, but I didn't like leaving Camille by herself with these punks. If they got out of hand, I wanted to be able to beat their asses so she wouldn't have too. Max hadn't called me in for any undercover missions, I hadn't actually shot a gun since I got back to Dauntless, everything had been peaceful.

For now, but it never lasted. I was just sort of waiting every day for when I would be called in, if I was even still in that sort of position. Max knew he could trust me, I'd never failed him so far, but I wasn't naive, I knew he would turn on me one day.

So I'd have to kill him then, and I worried if it would be sooner than I'd like.

Kai was still so little, and I had some allies to make if I wanted to overthrow him.

Mel, of course, would be on my side, just because she's a bitch and loves to fight. We'd been through so much shit, I knew she always had my back, no matter what the situation.

She, however, would not be enough. I needed more, which meant... fuck, I was going to have to be convincing.

I propped my chin on my hand, gazing around the room, listening to the pings of knives embedding themselves in the wood.

Did I really want to start a war in Dauntless? Half of us would be loyal to Max regardless, because he's our rightful leader and I would just be a traitor. Plus, no one liked me, but I didn't blame them.

Still, I didn't want to just be someone's hitman for the rest of my life, not anymore. I figured I was advanced as possible at this point, and really, admittedly, as long as I kept going as I was, I'd be fine. Keep murdering some people here, do some dirty work there, and I'd always have a place.

If I did try to overthrow Max, and I failed, he would without doubt come after Camille and Kai. He would come after them mercilessly and I'm not sure anyone would stand up for him --- at the very least he'd kill Camille, even if it looked like an accident.

Did I really want to endanger them just because I wanted rid of Max and his job? Who's to say I would even get to retain it should I win, anyway?

There's so many risks to mutiny.

But... if I had the backing of another faction...

"You're thinking up something devious, aren't you?"

I glanced down as Camille came to stand beside me, bumping her shoulder into my arm.

"I can always tell when your plans are maniacal."

I chuckled, discreetly letting my hand rest along her lower back, as if it wasn't well-known already we were a couple. I tried to keep it strictly professional when we were working, except for the spontaneous fucking sessions, but sometimes it felt nice to relax a little.

"They're not maniacal."

"Yeah? Then what are they about?"

I couldn't tell her; not only would she not agree, she'd pitch a fit because what we had now was stable. We have a nice apartment, nicer than we should, and a baby who needs our full attention; I shouldn't even have time to be plotting a mutiny.

But hell, what else am I going to think about in my free moments?

"You'll find out later," I merely say, giving her a smirk as I cut my eyes down at her. She narrowed hers up at me, her long black hair falling loosely down her shoulders. I knew she hated it when I said things like that.

"That doesn't exactly fill me with confidence, Eric."

"Mmm."

~~~~~~~

Camille moaned against my lips as I pressed her against the brick wall of the building, my hands on her hips.

Of course, as soon as Four had taken those initiates on their trip, I'd grabbed her and drug her up here to have my terrible way with her. It had only taken my three seconds and a rough push into the wall to turn her on, and, well, it felt nice to be back up here.

We'd used to sneak off all the time up here, it's sort of our spot. We'd fucked here so many times when we were supposed to be working I couldn't even count, and I'm honestly a little surprised that no one ever caught up.

Plus, Camille is a screamer when she's really feeling it.

I cradled the back of her head as I kissed her, my tongue delving into her mouth. I wanted to make it explicitly clear to her that we're going to fuck up here, but so far she didn't seem to mind. Her eyes are closed, her fingers curled against my shoulders as she gave into me, just like always.

I loved kissing her, how sweet she tasted, how soft her lips were. I'd never been much for kissing, just a few make out sessions before I pushed things more towards the heavier side, but with Camille it was a little different. She liked kissing, she liked the long, slow kisses, the soft ones, the gentle pecks that caught her off guard. I was more affectionate with her than I had ever been with anyone else, mostly because she didn't expect it but liked it so much.

I eased my fingers a little lower, popping open the button of her jeans as I placed warm kisses along her neck. She tightened her fingers on my shoulders, titling her head to give me more access as my teeth graze her skin. I wasn't going to mark her neck, but the rest of her was a completely different story.

"We haven't done this in a while," she breathed, her nails raking down the front of my t shirt hard enough to make my skin sting. Her fingers tugged on my belt, getting it open before I could even offer to help.

"I figured we should make up for lost time," I nipped at her ear, feeling her hips shuffle against mine. "I think our blankets and shit are still up here, too."

"Who says we ever used them?"

True.

I smirked slightly at the thought, keeping my lips on her neck as she opened my belt, tugging hard enough to move my hips as she brought them lower. I started slightly as her hand slipped into my shorts, curling around my hardening cock and giving it a few good strokes to make me groan. Her thumb brushes my head before her nails trail upwards, and I closed my eyes. Fuck, that felt good to have someone touch me again, our sex life had been so miserable until lately.

Her hand tightened, giving just enough pressure to make my hips want to buck forward. All I could think about was fucking her, taking her up against the wall just like old times. This woman knew all my weaknesses, how to get me off with just hot whispers of words in my ear and a twist of her wrist.

I nibbled along her ear, trying to stay focused, to not arch into her hand like some adolescent.

"Do you have a condom?" She asked breathlessly, and I snorted, forcing myself to lean up slightly. She had me in quite a spot to be asking me that now.

Fortunately. "Yeah, I got some. No worries."

She looked relieved, but then her lips were on mine, drawing me into a hard kiss as her hand left my cock. I didn't waste any time, my hands going to her jeans, jerking them down her hips the best I could as I pressed her back up into the wall. I had so many ideas in my head on how I wanted to take her, I wasn't sure I could pick just one --- face-first against the wall, both of us on the ground, her on top of me --- fuck, so many options!

Somehow, we both ended up on the ground, her under me on the rooftop. I kissed her hard, hearing the clink of my belt buckle occasionally as I pushed my hips teasingly into hers. She was already hot, her skin flushed, and I never had to work too hard to get her wet for me.

Her hands cup my face as my fingers slip between her thighs. I kiss her deeply, my tongue moving against hers, wishing more than anything I could strip us completely naked and not have to worry about someone catching us; that's sort of the thrill though, someone coming in, seeing me fucking the daylights out of my woman and hearing her moans; I wasn't shy about the fact I was a great fuck, that I knew what I was doing, and Camille never used to be.

Although she did have some limits.

I pressed a finger against her clit, just enough to make her shiver beneath me, her head pillowed by my jacket. I teasingly dip lower, feeling her wet folds, the warmth waiting for me there with a heavy sigh. I'd missed her body so bad, I'd --- I'd missed all of this. I lightly circle her clit, keeping just enough pressure until her hips are rocking up into mine, her kisses becoming more breathless and her sharp gasp perfect.

I chuckled against her lips as her thighs clenched around my legs, my fingers finally delving lower, feeling how wet she really was for me.

I propped myself on my elbow, nibbling along her jaw, my fingers coasting across her skin. I teased her core, watching as her eyes closed, as she let herself enjoy my touch. She's already a little shaky beneath me, her fingers clenching in my shirt, and I loved watching her get off. I pressed harder against her clit until she gasped, her hips surging up against my hand as I slipped my finger inside of her.

"Still so tight," I purred in her ear, running my tongue along the curve of her throat. "I can't wait to feel that tight cunt around me again."

"You're all big talk, aren't you?" She said breathlessly, cutting her dark eyes at me. Her lips are parted, cheeks growing red, especially when I began to thrust my finger inside of her rather mercilessly. I slipped a second one, making sure to keep my thumb on her clit, her desire starting to coat my palm the rougher I got; Camille didn't usually like it when I was easy on her.

"Mmm, fuck, Eric," she groaned, and I smirked, gazing down at her. I wanted her to cum, I wanted to feel her writhing under me and know that I was the only guy that could make her feel like this. Her body squirmed, but I didn't let up, not until I could feel her muscles starting to clench.

I kissed her quickly as I pulled away from her, hearing her whine of dissent. I gave a chuckle as I brought my fingers to my lips, sighing as I felt her taste on my tongue. Her eyes flicked open, watching as I ran my tongue along them. her own lips parting.

Mmm.

"I want to taste more of you," I murmured, my voice husky as I shuffled. I dropped between her thighs, curling my fingers around them and peeling them wide. She hefted herself up onto her elbows, her eyes flicking almost nervously to the roof door before back to me.

Yeah, we didn't have a lot of time, but I was confident enough that she'd be getting off before the next train came by --- and if not, guess we'd just have an audience. It was hot today, the sun was beating down on us and already my body felt damp, but the breeze helped. It could have been raining and it wouldn't have stopped me, I just would have fucked her in the stairwell instead, cameras be damned.

Not like we haven't before.

I felt her nails brush against my scalp before her fingers curled into my short hair, hips already shifting where I'd have an easier time. I didn't wait to bring my mouth to her heat, hearing her inhale sharply as I kissed her wet lips.

I slowly draw my tongue up her folds, hearing her loud moan as her head immediately drops back in pleasure. Her taste coats my tongue, and my second lick is much harder, teasing her clit before slipping back down. I seal my lips against her, delving my tongue inside of her like I'm kissing her all over again.

Her hips buck almost instantly, her fingers clenching against my hair as I thrust my tongue inside of her, twisting and curling it in all the ways I knew she liked. She writhed slightly, but I had never been known to be any kind of merciful; my fingers pinched her clit, and this time when she moaned, it was my name.

That's my girl.

I rolled the sensitive bud between my fingers, feeling her thighs trembling against my shoulders as my tongue rolled through her heat. She was soaking at this point, and I hummed as her desire flooded my mouth. She wasn't far from cumming, she just needed a little push.

I sealed my lips around her clit, giving a harsh suck just as two fingers thrusted into her. Camille gasped, and her hips back up against my hand as she clamped her fingers against her mouth, trying not to shriek. I tried not to grin as I kept a harsh pace, sucking on her clit and rolling my tongue around it until she was whimpering, writhing helplessly against my mouth.

"E-Eric ---!"

"Cum, Camille." My eyes flicked up to hers where she looked at me, those dark eyes dilated as her chest moved heavily. I needed her to cum, to know I hadn't lost my edge, that I was pleasuring her until she couldn't control herself anymore. From the heavy breathes leaving those swollen lips, I figured she only had about one, two, three more thrusts ---.

She cried out immediately, her thighs suddenly tight around my face as she came against my lips, her entire body shuddering with pleasure. I sighed in relief, slowly running my tongue through her wet folds, rather pleased with myself.

My cock throbbed against my thigh as I listened to her pant, try to regain her composure. It was hard to ignore the fact that my girlfriend was beautiful, and hot, and that her body was wet and waiting for me. My fingers caressed her outer thighs, watching her, waiting for her to return to her senses so I could fuck her and make her cum again.

We probably had another thirty minutes to an hour left, and I didn't intend on wasting one second of it.

I gave her thigh a quick kiss before I shuffled, pushing up onto my hands and knees and leaning over her. Her fingers rose, brushing my shoulders before cupping my jaw and bringing my lips to hers.

"You haven't lost your touch," she whispered, and I chuckled bumping her nose with mine.

"I know."

I doubted I ever would.

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