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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Tobias Eaton (Four) x Fem! Dauntless Born! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, fluff
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Four had been together since he chose Dauntless, especially because you were one of the Dauntless born pulled into training. You both had never put a label on your relationship because it never seemed right, but everyone knew that you both were a couple, except the newest tributes you both were training, no matter how obvious you both made it. It seems you both have to make it a little more obvious.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - so sorry I was writing this during a final and it might suck I’m sorry 😭 || cursing || unprotected sex || creampie || oral || fingering
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You were used to wandering eyes, you really were, your partner was literally the hottest man in Dauntless. It didn’t really matter about wandering eyes though when they knew you both were together, label or not, but it seemed to be difficult to get through the mind of one of the new initiates.
You weren’t born Abnegation like either of them, you were a bitch and you made sure everyone knew it. You were a lovable bitch though, that’s why you were being fucked every night by the hottest man in all of the factions.
It passed through your mind to just show her, get Four to tell her something is going on in a certain area just to pull him there to fuck you. You passed it through Tori just to make sure, and she said no though, so you decided not to go through with it.
Maybe that’s why you were watching Four fix Tris’ position because she wouldn’t stick with it when Eric did it. It made your skin crawl, staring at the two of them. Maybe it did feel right that he was with someone from his home faction, didn’t he like selfless people? You were selfless in your own way, right? He knew that.
“Hey, you okay?” Uriah asks you, a smile quickly making its way to your face.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, thank you. I’m going to go see how some of the kids are doing, you mind telling Four?” You start collecting your stuff, inhaling deeply as Uriah follows you.
“He’s coming over here.”
You shoot up as Four stands in front of you, his brow raised. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go do my time at the school,” you say, smiling slightly. “I just… haven’t seen King in a while.”
Four sighs. “Well… I can go with you in a minute, okay? King likes me, right?”
You laugh, slowly lifting your arms to wrap your arms around his neck before pausing. Public displays of affection were never really your thing, but you really wanted to.
Four saw you pause, leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist as you smiled and wrapped yours around his neck. “Everyone likes you, Four,” you teased, giggling. “But I love you.”
He smiles back, leaning down for a soft kiss as you tugged on his hair. “I love you too.”
You pulled his hands closer to your form, pulling his face into your neck as you looked over his shoulder just enough to wink at Tris before pulling away. “Let’s go see King.”
He nods, letting you lead him out of the training area and to the school. Dauntless didn’t teach like Erudite did, but they made sure that the children of the faction learned things needed to survive in the faction. King was a child of two Dauntless soldiers who had died exploring beyond the wall, and as a result, you both took him in sort of like your own.
Seeing you with a child really made Four want to give you a child, especially with how good you were with kids, but it never really seemed to be the right time.
That was until he saw you twirling another boy in your eyes, King cleaning one of Four’s guns while the older man oiled up one of the other ones. The younger boy was named Chris, someone whose parents got caught up in a mission and you both took him home just for a while.
“She looks good with a baby, right?” King asks, smiling. “Y/N was always good with kids. She was good with me,” he mumbles now, smiling. “I’m doing well in my training. She said that.”
“You are,” Four said with a smile. “You’re doing really well. Ranked third, kid, you’re doing good,” he leaned forward and ruffled his hair with a laugh. “Want you to get that first spot, though.”
King grins. “I will.”
Someone knocks making you fix Chris on your hip, quickly walking toward the door as Four stands. “Stay there,” he orders to King as you open the door, raising a brow when you see Tris. “Who is it?”
“Uhm… can I help you?”
She inhaled. “I just… I’m here to see Four.”
“Four, honey!” You yell out, the tall man coming behind you and settling a hand on your hip. “One of the trainees wants to speak with you.”
Four raised a brow. “Everything alright?”
Oh, the Abnegation was coming out.
“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine-”
“Perfect,” Four smiles, taking Chris from your arms and setting him on the ground. “King, come here!”
The older boy quickly walks over, standing just like Four. “Yeah?”
“Why don’t you take Chris down to eat? Tris will join you both,” Four says making King’s nose scrunch. “What?”
“Don’t forget I sleep here too.” King takes Chris’ hand, looking back just a bit. “Don’t forget I have a bed! That’s my bed!”
“Bye, King!” You laughed as Four grinned, closing the door as his other hand held your waist.
You couldn’t stop smiling, giggling as you stared up at him. “You did that, didn’t you?”
His smile grows, just a bit. “Yeah, I did. Uriah kind of… hinted it to me.”
You hummed. “Good, because I would've done something worse,” you said, slowly stepping back and pushing your hands into his tight black shirt. “I was this close.”
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” He asked, smiling as the back of your knees bumps against the bed. His rough hands slip under your shirt, rubbing against your back as though he could feel the black ink you had gotten tattooed.
“Was gonna make her catch us fucking in the corridor,” you giggled as Four slipped off your shirt, humming as he leaned down. “Who said we always have to fuck on the bed? You like that idea?”
He nodded into your shoulder, lips pressing soft kisses to your skin as you started to lean back, his hands securely catching you before you could fall back fully. Carefully, he sets you down, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck down your chest. “I fucking love that idea,” he mumbled, his hand slowly rubbing circles against your thigh. “You want to go do that now?”
It was a tempting offer, but you shake your head. “No,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “You already got me here. Why move?”
He smiled even wider, leaning down as his hands moved to your hips to slowly tug at the tactile pants you wore. “I was thinking,” he whispers as you pull him down to press kisses to his neck. You could see the black peeking out from his shirt, pulling it off of him easily as he pulled away just to slip it off before pulling off your own. “You looked good with Chris on your hip.”
You paused, looking up at him. “You think so?”
He nodded, his hands tugging at your sports bra as your hands dragged down his back. He kneels over your body, pressing kisses down your neck to your chest. “I know so. You’re a natural with kids, angel, you’re fucking perfect.”
The slight husk in his voice made a shiver run up your back, your stomach twisting and heat flooding into your underwear as he lets his hot mouth suck at your lower stomach. “D-Does that mean something?”
He smiled, looking up at you. “Did I just get a Dauntless-born to stutter?”
You blushed madly, looking away. “Don’t let it get to your head, Four.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before he slowly starts to pull your underwear off, his fingers dancing along your thighs as you squirmed, gasping as he pressed a firm kiss to your clit. It makes you squirm, his fingers replacing his lips as he kisses lower and lower.
“F-Fuck,” you whimper as the tip of his fingers slowly prod against your cunt, his mouth sucking and licking around his fingers as your hands push into his hair. “F-Four, you’re being too nice.”
He laughs, pulling away just for a minute as he slowly pushes a thick finger into you, watching as your hips buck into the air and your back arches. “Maybe it’s the Abnegation?”
You shook your head, reaching a hand down to push his fingers deeper into your pussy. It makes you whine, a gasp coming from your lips as he pulls them out just for a second to add another finger. “Abnegation is selfless, my darling, maybe it’s the Amity? J-Just, don’t stop.”
He laughs, popping a kiss to your cunt before pushing his fingers deeper into you, watching as you squirmed. Moans fall from your lips as he pressed firm circles against your clit, the sensitive bud making you whine loudly, hips bucking.
His fingers curl inside of you, pushing his tongue into you with his fingers as you tug on his hair and your other hand finds his cheek.
You felt your stomach twisting, hips bucking uncontrollably as you attempted to ride his fingers. You gasped as his fingers curled inside of you, attempting to find that one soft spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. It didn’t take him long to find, especially because he’s memorized your body over the years and he groaned as you clenched around him.
“Come on honey, cum for me. Want to watch you cum.”
Your eyes rolled back, whimpering as he pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you to watch your pussy flutter. Your stomach twists, loud groaning falling from your lips as your stomach twists. Your hips buck, eyes rolling back as he sucked on your cunt, swallowing loudly as he pulled out his fingers.
He pulled away, sitting up as he pulled down his pants just enough to pull out his cock, hissing as you raised your legs to wrap around his waist. He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, eyes rolling back as he leaned down to hold himself up with his elbows, pulling you in for a kiss. “Fucking hell, I want to see you with my kids so bad,” he groaned, gasping as you pulled him down for a kiss. “Want to see you pregnant over and over again.”
You whined, his hips moving quickly as the bed pounded into the wall, your nails dragging down his back. His cock rammed into your pussy, strong thrusts making your eyes roll back as he pressed his lips to your neck. “You want that honey? Want to be fucked, round and full with my kids?”
You nodded, whining loudly. “Yes! Yes, I do!”
He grunts loudly, slamming into you just to feel your pussy clench along his entire shaft, a broken moan leaving his lips as you cum again around him. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, fuck! Four!” You yelled out as he reaches down to rub firm circles into your clit, rutting his hips just a few more times as he came inside you for the first time without protection.
It was an odd feeling, but filling as he groaned loudly, your cunt continued to clench around him to milk him of everything he had. It was warm, and if you could feel sticky-ness inside of you, it would be this. You whimper as he starts to pull out, trying to reach forward to pull him back in before he grabs your legs, pushing them back so your knees were on your shoulders.
“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you? Gotta make sure this sticks.”
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hey anon honey, quick little thing, the ages don’t make sense so reader is 2 years younger than Tobias, initiated into Dauntless and is in training rn but you and Tobias are dating - more explained in the story. — also, this got out of hand, this is like 2.2K words-
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You chose Dauntless because Tobias went there, but you never expected it to fit, or how much the rest of the initiates could see you and Four’s relationship.
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Tobias came to see you the night before you would be choosing the faction you would spend the rest of your life in. He snuck into your house, especially because you certainly weren’t fitting into Abnegation.
You held back giggles as the Dauntless soldier quickly slipped inside, a smile on his face as he leaned forward to try and kiss you.
“Tobias!” You whisper shouted, thankful that your parents were heavy sleepers as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips, pulling you closer. “What happened? It’s been a while since your last visit.”
“Everyone is so caught up with the ceremony tomorrow, I finally got the chance to escape,” he says, smiling as you lay back on the bed and he quickly straddles your waist. He lets his hands dance along your sides, his mouth pressing kisses to your neck. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
You giggle, pushing your hands through his hair. “I’ve missed you too.”
“What did your results say?” He asks, his head resting on your collarbone, lips softly pressing into your skin. “You can tell me.”
You paused, thinking about the results you had gotten, ‘Inconclusive’. She told you not to tell anyone, but Four didn’t count, right?
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’ll go anywhere you go. I can become a guard at Candor, if you stay here I’ll do patrols, if you go to Amity I can become a wall guard-”
“My results were inconclusive.”
He pauses, looking up at you. “What?”
“They were inconclusive,” you repeat, inhaling deeply. “She asked me what faction I planned to go into and put it as my result.”
“And what faction is that, my love?”
“Dauntless,” you whisper, looking down at him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I want to be with you the rest of my life.”
He smiled, lifting himself up with his arms to lean down and press another kiss to your lips. “And I want to be with you, Y/N. I promise, I will never do anything to hurt you.”
You nodded, smiling up at him. “I know.”
The next day, you did choose Dauntless, along with another Abnegation girl named Beatrice. She sat next to you, giving you a slight smile which you immediately returned. “I’m Y/N.”
“Beatrice.”
“I’m aware,” you say with a slight hum, shrugging. “I know everyone in Abnegation. Kind of my job.”
She pauses, staring before gasping. “You’re Y/N! You couldn’t choose when you were supposed to.”
“Right,” you giggle, shrugging. “Now I’m here. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
You both stick together until the train, where you both meet Christina who tilted her head at you. “You seem familiar.”
“My name is Y/N.”
She hummed. “Right, you’re the one who used to know Marcus’ son.”
You pause, but nod. You still knew Marcus’ son, he just escaped and told you not to tell anyone of what happened. You never knew why, mainly because Tobias never told you, but you were hoping it’s because he wants to see his father fall apart on his own accord - mainly because that’s what you wanted.
“They’re jumping,” Christina announces, looking back. “They’re fucking jumping!”
You weren’t surprised, this is something Four told you would happen. You stand, looking out the open door and looking back at them. “Well, you guys ready?”
“Are you sure you were born into the right faction?” Christina asks, scoffing playfully. “You’re not even hesitating.”
“I’m not scared,” you say, shrugging. You had a slight twist at the bottom of your stomach, but it wasn’t fear, maybe excitement? “Let’s go! Or I’m jumping without you guys!”
Beatrice smiles, standing as Christina scoffed. “Alright. Together?”
“Together!”
You all grab each other's hands, you being the first to jump and roll into the gravel covered rooftop. You inhaled deeply as you tuck your head under your arms, your thin gray Abnegation dress bunching up around your waist as you finally stopped rolling and landed on your back. You smiled, laughing as you laid there before Christina stood and held her hand out over your body.
When you stood, Eric was announcing they needed someone to jump. No one was speaking up, so you slowly offered a raised hand. “I’ll do it.”
“Well then, get up here.”
You recognized Eric from when Tobias came around, and you were sure he knew somewhat about your relationship. Slowly, you slipped off your sweater, ignoring the taunting of one of the men before quickly jumping onto the edge. “Today, initiate,” he leans close to your ear, humming. “Your boyfriend will be down there to catch you.”
You glared at him before slowly tipping forward, giggling as your weight finally got caught by gravity and you fell straight down. For a minute, you thought you’d keep falling until you finally hit the net, gasping as you finally fell into it, bouncing before you looked to the side. You smiled widely when you saw Four, quickly crawling to him as he offered his hand.
“Did someone push you, Y/N?” He asks curiously, smiling as you shake your head.
“Mm mm,” you hummed a no, taking his hand as he helped you out of the net. “Just thought about seeing you.”
“Well then,” he smiles. “First jumper, Y/N!”
Dauntless was different, and to be honest, you were liking it before you were shown the dorms. “If you like this, You’re going to love the bathrooms. There’s clothes on the cots, Y/N,” he looks at you, humming. “You’re coming with me.”
Your nose scrunches in confusion, looking back at Christina and Tris who stared at you. “Wh-Why-?”
“Y/N,” his voice is more stern, a raise of his brow making you inhale deeply before grabbing your clothes. “Come with me.”
You quickly walk after him, inhaling as he leads you down the hall before he signals you to come to his side. “To- Four. Four, where are we going?”
“You can call me by my real name, Y/N,” he smiled, his hand slowly pushing into yours and pulling you down the corridor. “I like it when you say my real name.”
You giggled, holding his head as he pulled you closer to him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He was never really one for pet names or terms of endearment, but he always made up for it in actions. “Where are we going?”
“To my room. Our room,” he corrects, shrugging. “I pulled some strings and you can stay with me. For the rest of your training and life, our life.”
You gasped as he pulled you closer to him, his hand pulling your body close to his as you hummed against his lips, stroking his hair. His hands hold your hips, grunting softly as he pressed you harder against the wall, his fingers bunching up your dress before someone clears their throat, laughing. “You got a stiff as a girlfriend, Four, I didn’t expect that.”
Four pulled away, glaring at Eric as he pulled your face into his chest. “Fuck off, Eric.”
“Well, the stiff doesn’t look that stiff anymore,” Eric leaned against the wall as you attempted to cover your face in embarrassment. “Does she? She staying with you, hm? Don’t think that’s fair to other tributes… or instructors.”
“You better choose your next words fucking wisely, Eric,” Four pushed you behind him, shoving the other Dauntless male. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Four,” you whispered, tugging on his shirt. “Please, take me to our room, I want to leave.”
He looked back, cursing under his breath before shoving his finger into Eric’s chest. “Fuck with her I’ll fucking kill you.”
He pushed you back, slowly turning around before guiding you down the corridor. “See you both later!”
It didn’t take you both long to get up to his room, watching as you changed in front of him. He stared at your form, your body not foreign, but the need to memorize was filling his head. He stared at your body, the curves of your torso and your hips, eyes staring at your beautiful body.
“Look good?” You giggle, spinning in the leather pants and tight black shirt. “I like it.”
“You look perfect in it,” Four stands, walking towards you and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. “Do you want to go eat?”
You pause, then shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.”
“You want me to bring you back food?” He offered, smiling when you nodded. “Okay. Get some sleep.”
You nodded, leaning up for a kiss as he slowly pushed your hair back. “I love you, Tobi.”
“I love you too, honey.”
During training, you were certainly doing better than anyone would’ve thought, and maybe that was the problem. “Maybe our little stiff is sucking off Four to get some more points,” Peter says, laughing as Will snorted. You didn’t miss the slight giggle falling from Christina’s mouth, but Tris looked shocked.
“Why would-”
“Oh, the other stiff doesn’t know!” Peter stood up straight, walking towards you. “Y/N here is in a… relationship with Four. Or is it just a fuck buddy thing, because if you’re sucking him off, that means you can do the same for me? Hm?”
It was a split decision to punch him, taking great pleasure in the way he groaned and quickly held his nose before smashing your elbow in between his eyes and kicking him in the shin to watch him crumble to the ground. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, slamming it into your knee before Christina tries to step forward. “Y/N, calm down-!”
“You’re thinking the same thing, aren’t you?” You let Peter fall forward, shoving her. “All of you are!”
She scoffed, but didn't fight back knowing you damn well would beat her. “What else do you expect us to think, huh?! Just because you’re doing so well in physicals, you’ve passed up fucking Dauntless borns!”
“But no one is questioning Tris? Why not, why is it just me?!”
“Because you’re fucking a damn instructor!”
“Fuck you, Christina!” You clenched your fist, holding back from shoving her as you groaned. “Fuck all of you!”
You left in a hurry, storming up to Four’s room and screaming out in frustration. You were glad that he wasn’t here as you kicked everything in sight, shoving the walls as though they’d move.
“Y/N, what the hell happened?” Four asks as he came inside, your naked form covered with his thin blankets as you hugged his pillow. “Y/N? What's wrong?”
“Am I… is the only reason why I’m high in the ranks because I’m fucking you?” You whisper, the word already making you wet. You had already gotten off a few times against Four’s pillow that you hugged tightly, mainly because you stripped and being surrounded by everything that belonged to him was such a turn on.
“What? The fuck are you talking about, did someone say something?” He was walking towards you as you tighten the blanket around your body, watching as he paused. “Someone said something, didn’t they?”
You inhale shakily, nodding as he slowly pulls the covers off of you, humming when he sees the wet patch on his pillow. “I… I love you, I love you Four, but I'm doing… Am I doing good?”
He nodded, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes, slowly pulling your legs apart. “You’re doing so fucking good, honey. Perfect, everyone thinks so, and what you did to Peter just proved it. I think… I think that I should give you something to celebrate how good you're doing.”
You smiled, biting your lip with a nod. “Yes… yes, I think I should be praised. I want you to… show me how good you think I’m doing.”
He laughs, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your lips and letting your hands tug at his pants. “You think I’m lying to you? I could’ve gone to Candor, darling, I would never lie to you. I think you’re doing great,” he hummed as he let his fingers push into you, a gasp falling from your lips as his two thick fingers slid into your pussy easily. “Fuck, you already fucked yourself? How many times did you cum?”
“Th-Three times,” you whisper, whimpering as he twists his fingers inside of you and flexes them. “Thinking about you, Tobias. Thinking about your cock fucking me.”
He groaned, humming as you slowly gripped his cock, pumping his already hard length. Four smiled, hissing softly as you pulled his tip to your entrance, bucking your hips. “You want me to fuck you? Hm?”
You nodded mindlessly, eyes rolling back as he slowly pushed into you, groaning. “Fuck, fuck Tobias!”
He groans into your neck, sucking hickies onto your skin, his girth making your legs spread wider in an attempt to make your cunt suck him in faster. You whined loudly, attempting to make him push deeper as he laughs. “You’re that desperate? After three orgasms, you still want my cock? Fuck, I like seeing you like this. I love seeing you like this, I think it would be fucking amazing if I came home every day and you’re fucking yourself thinking about me. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, your mind focusing on his cock ramming into you, eyes rolling back and head thrown into the pillows as your hands held his shoulders. “Yes! Yes, I can! I can, I can!”
He groaned loudly, his cock finally bottoming out as he panted above you. “I’ll show you how good you’re doing, honey, because you’re so, so good.” 
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How You Kiss - Divergent Preference/Reaction
So Divergent has been my bitch lately so.. I decided that I'm gonna write for the Divergent fandom
I should mention I haven't watched the movies yet, and I am only starting the second book, so NO SPOILERS PLZ!!
Aimed at FEMALE READERS, but no pronouns mentioned, I think.
WARNING: Fluff, a bit Steamy, kinda Angsty as well.
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Kissing, majority of the time Eric is very sudden, like you'll just be standing there, reading about new techniques to use in combat and then suddenly he's in your face, lips on yours. He likes it when you're focused on something your passionate about, when you show passion about what your interested in, chances are you won't get to finish whatever you were doing 'cause Eric's just going to throw you over his shoulder and take you to his room. When you feel passionate, expect passionate kisses from him. Also he doesn't really do 'soft', so when he kisses you, it's hard and passionate (I need to stop saying passionate lol).
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I can see his kisses being really sweet and soft! We all know about Tobias' past and the abuse he went through, so I think that he would try to be as gentle as he could with you, whether it's kissing, cuddling, or anything, he makes sure that he is never harsh with you (I mean.. unless you ask him😏), because if he ever hurt you, he would never forgive himself.
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Oh my lordie lord, this boy hates to admit it, but he absolutely loves when you take control! He just loves a strong partner and when you take control over him during makeout sessions, ho boy, things are gonna get hot quickly! He especially likes your jealous kisses, the ones where you know he's been flirting with others to make you jealous, and, goddammit, it worked. So now you gotta show a bitch that he's taken, you know those types of kisses! But if it's him kissing you, majority of the time, he kisses you like it's the last time he's gonna see you.
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Tris is new to relationships so you're going to have to be her guide through all of these new experiences she's going through. She picks up on things quickly though, so after all the firsts are done with, she probably won't need that much help through all this relationship stuff. Anyways, kisses with her are always soft, on her part maybe a bit hesitant, as if asking for permission, but you just reassure her by pressing your lips harder onto hers. You kiss her a lot, whether it's to sooth her when she's feeling down, or just when she's looking kissable, she always appreciates it. When she kisses you first, she needs a little nudge from you, just to say, go ahead, I don't mind, and she will.
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jealousy, jealousy
Based on this request: "Eric Coulter x Reader: The reader is a new found leader with Eric and Four. Some of the boys try to hit on her but Eric gets a little protective"
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You have been through quite a lot as a member of Dauntless. You passed your round of initiation with flying colors, you survived a couple years taking on the most trying jobs you could, just to match that same rush of adrenaline. Now, as per usual, you’re looking to make life even harder for yourself. You’re going into your first year of teaching initiation. 
By all accounts, being a training leader should be easy. You’re just yelling at transfers all day, right? Wrong. It’s common knowledge in your faction that being stuck leading initiation after graduating is like hell on earth. The amount of patience it takes to corral dozens of newbies into some semblance of a proper Dauntless is unmatched by most people here. 
Yet for some reason you think you can manage it. Maybe your own success in initiation will help you lead a new round of kids to greatness, maybe not. If anything, it’ll give you a chance to relieve some stress by yelling at people who mess up in front of you. It’s all about the small victories, you know?
It’s not like you’re going to be alone in this, either. You’ll be sharing the role of training instructor with Four, a good friend of yours, and Eric Coulter, someone who you could probably consider a friend were it not for his habit of trying to stay away from any sort of relationships at all costs, be them platonic or otherwise. 
In all honesty, you’re kind of looking forward to it. So, by the time the first full day of initiation rolls around, you arrive at the training room with a fair amount of pep in your step. 
Eric is already there, starting to set out some rows of punching bags. “Don’t you look excited about all this? Don’t worry, the enthusiasm wears off quickly.”
You laugh and begin to help him. “Oh, I’m sure it will. Let me have my moment, though.”
Eric hems and haws, but he backs off for the time being. “Have you seen the new trainees yet?”
You drag out a row of targets from a storage room, then nod. “Yeah, I dropped by while they were jumping off of the roof. Most of them looked scared out of their wits, but a few seemed more confident than others.”
Eric looks pleased with this. “Gotta say, the first couple hours are some of my favorite parts of initiation. Seeing their faces drop when I tell them they have to fall over the edge never fails to make my day.”
You snort. “Never let it be said that you don’t have a heart. You’ve done this for what, a couple years now, and it never gets old?”
Eric chuckles fondly. “Seeing a new group of kids who are going to be nothing but a pain in my ass for the next couple of months, and getting a chance to scare the hell out of them? Lightens my mood like nothing else.”
You can’t help but laugh at that. Across the room, a door opens to reveal the final training leader, Four. He raises an eyebrow at the two of you. 
“Never thought I’d see such a pleasant atmosphere in here,” he says through a subdued grin, “But I’m not sure that I mind it.”
You move the last of your targets, then head to the door, slapping Four on the back as you pass him. “We’re only happy because you’re not here, trust me. I’ll be nothing but miserable from here on out.”
Before you go, you hear something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh from Eric, although he does his best to turn it into a cough. You’re going to have fun during this round of initiation, aren’t you?
You head to the trainee dorms, and bang your fist loudly on the door before heading inside and shouting for everyone to get up. You’re greeted with more than a couple angry stares, but who cares? The initiates can hate you as much as they want for disturbing their beauty rest, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to go any easier on them. 
After dragging the initiates out of their bunks at last with a fair share of insults and threats, you manage to get everyone together long enough to grab five minutes’ breakfast and head down to the training rooms. By then, Eric and Four have finished setting up, and it’s time to start the first day. 
Four gets everyone going with a classic run around the perimeter of the Dauntless complex, and when they come back, you’re ready to start with fighting practice for the first time. 
Eric and Four show the proper technique for punches and kicks and blocks, then you direct everyone to a punching bag so they can practice their form. You wend your way around the training room, adjusting posture here and directing there. Honestly, things aren’t going badly for your first day as a training leader. 
Or, you don’t think things are going badly until you walk towards the back row and hear a trio of boys talking in hushed voices. Specifically, they’re talking about you, and complaining about the fact that you were the one to wake them up so early in the morning. Apparently, they haven’t realized that you’re not the one who sets the morning schedule for training, but they’re perfectly fine with blaming you for it anyway. 
The tallest of the boys speaks in a voice so sharp it sounds like the cawing of a hawk. “I mean, it’s so annoying. She’s treating us like we’re kids.”
You are kids, you want to say, but you wait in the hopes of hearing something worse so you can actually cause problems. Luckily, you’re rewarded about half a second later when a second boy starts talking as well. 
“I know, right? I don’t even think there’s a real reason she’s here. Probably, Eric and Four got bored and wanted something pretty to look at while they work, so they dragged her in.”
You choose this as your moment to step out of the shadows. The boys’ faces drop the second they realize you’ve been listening in, which makes you smirk. 
“Want to say that one more time? I don’t think I heard you properly.”
When they say nothing, you fold your arms across your chest. “What, you don’t want to talk to the eye candy when she confronts you? I came out of my initiation ranked number one. If you want me to prove it, I’ll beat you into the ground right now.”
One of the boys opens his mouth to respond, but strangely enough, the person who talks first isn’t a trainee but Eric Coulter, who appears out of nowhere and has apparently been listening in as well. 
“Initiate, I believe you were asked a question. Next time, don’t talk about a training leader unless you can back it up. Otherwise, that’s cowardice, and that gets you kicked out of here faster than you can blink.”
The boy who was about to speak is now apologizing violently, and judging by the legitimate irritation in his eyes as he looks at the other boys, he might actually mean what he says. He hadn’t been complaining about you, actually, just listening to his friends. 
You leave, Eric at your side. For some reason, he’s still irritated. 
“I can’t stand trainees. Always walking in here like they know everything.” Eric harrumphs. 
You chuckle. “If you think that’s something, were you even paying attention in your own initiation? It’s annoying, obviously, but they only say it because they’re jealous. They’ll probably shut up forever after today.”
Eric frowns. “Doesn’t mean it’s right.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Obviously I know that. Besides, why are you having a problem with it now? I’ve never heard you complain about it before.”
Eric looks away. “It’s different this time.”
You arch a brow, waiting for an explanation, but he says nothing. At last, you shrug and walk away when Four calls you over. 
By the time the end of the day finally rolls around, you’re actually feeling pretty good about what happened. The trio of boys were practically falling over themselves to make up for what happened, so now you’ve got a squad of trainees basically at your beck and call. One of them actually seems like a legitimate guy, so you might already have a favorite. 
By contrast, Eric seems to be in even more of a foul mood than before. You, Four, and Eric are sitting in a corner of the training room, having dragged out chairs so you can stretch your legs against whatever equipment is within reach. Four’s grabbed a couple of drinks from a nearby office; he tosses you one before handing another to Eric and taking a seat a short ways away from the two of you. 
Eric opens his drink with a sour look. “Already not a great start. Those three will be trouble, I’m sure of it.”
You just laugh. “Only at the beginning. They’re actually good now, I think. If I keep them on a steady diet of threats, we should be fine.”
Eric takes a drink, irritable. “They always do that at the start. It’ll end fast, I promise. They’ll be ruining our lives until the end of time.”
You chuckle. “So dramatic, Coulter. I think they’re alright. One of them’s okay, actually, the one who didn’t want to go along with his friends. Also, he has a nice smile.”
Eric scoffs. “Oh, that’s a great indicator of success. This isn’t Amity, a smile gets you nowhere here.”
You smirk. “Just because you’ve never learned to smile doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it in anyone else. I think he’s just fine.”
Eric growls something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like ‘of course you do,’ until you shoot him a warning look and he shuts up. 
Even after that, though, you get the feeling that you can use this. After thinking on it a little longer, you decide to have a little fun with Eric’s newfound irritation. Why not?
So, if you happen to talk more than normal with those boys, or you help train with them on days when there’s an odd number of trainees due to medical evacs and they need an extra partner, what about it? Eric has no legitimate reason to be annoyed, although he’s stomping around like someone threatened his life. You’re just having a good time, nothing bad about it. 
He does take things into his own hands eventually. About two weeks into initiation, you’re taking down the training room for the day when Eric sticks around under the guise of helping. Four is long gone, something about having to report initial training results to Max, so you and Eric are alone. 
Eric keeps his silence at first, but you can tell that something is gnawing at him. Eventually, he can’t take it anymore, and calls out to you over the sound of guns and knives being carefully laid back inside their boxes. 
“So, do you have thoughts on the trainees? Who do you have picked for top initiate?”
It’s a common bet among training leaders and regular Dauntless alike to try and guess who’s going to come out on top. People take careful note of how the rankings rise and fall over each day, placing their odds on the person they think is most likely going to win it. Entire fortunes have been won or lost in last minute fighting rounds or fear landscapes. 
You pretend to think. “Well, I don’t know. Ian and Jackie have been rather good as of late, but you know I have to root for my favorite three.”
Eric’s expression darkens, as you kind of hoped it would. “Look, I don’t get why you like them so much. They’re just annoying.”
You turn back to him, grinning. “Well, I don’t get why you dislike them so much. They’ve been perfect students ever since that incident on the first day. I mean, what reason could you possibly have to hate them?”
Eric’s footsteps shuffle in and out of view as he takes a box back to the storage room. Once he returns, though, his irritation is just as strong as always. 
“It’s their motive. Can’t you see it? They’re not being good so they can get ahead, they’re doing it for another reason.”
You arch a brow. “And what reason could that possibly be?”
Eric tries to evade the question, but you lean against the stack of boxes he’s trying to move so he has no reason but to pay attention to you. At last, he responds, but he refuses to look you in the eyes as he does it. 
“It’s common for male initiates to get distracted by pretty training leaders, especially when they’re new. They’re just trying to flirt with you, and they’re stupid enough to think they’ve got a chance.”
You lean forward, unable to hide a smirk. “Are you calling me pretty, Coulter?”
His voice is gruff. “Did you hear a word I said? They’re trying to use you, and it’s infuriating to watch.”
You refuse to let the matter go. “Of course I heard you, that’s why I’m asking about it. I’m just curious as to why their flirting would bother you so much.” A sudden thought occurs to you. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
His eyes dart to you, then away again. “What could I possibly be jealous of? Your friendship?”
You walk closer, daring him to make a move. “My time. My focus. The fact that you’re nervous that their flirting might actually work.”
It’s true, isn’t it? Everything you just said is true. Eric is worried, which is why he’s looking at you with that much fire. In fact, he doesn’t deny it at all, merely stalks close enough that he can kiss you just long enough for you to notice before leaving again. 
He calls something over his shoulder as he goes. “How about you tell me if I’ve got anything to be jealous about?”
You just grin. Well, you weren’t expecting that, but you can’t pretend that it wasn’t good. Perhaps things have a way of working out after all. 
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riotinyellow · 4 months
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i would like to confess my sins.
As a young 10 year old, my parents bought me the divergent series before the Hunger Games, so needless to say, i was a divergent nerd first
Obviously, when I turned twelve and read the Hunger games and began to understand what good world building looks like, I denounced the divergent ways.
That doesn't mean I am not still embarrassed over the fact that at some point, I thought divergent was peak literature
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