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ticklygiggles · 7 years

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Spoken kisses

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry I’ve been soooo inactive lately! I’m finally out of school for my summer break, so I hope I can be writing more! TT^TT)9

Anyways, this fanfic was requested but, for some reason, I lost the ask! But it was something like:

“Otabek loses a competition and Yuri tickles him to cheer him up”, or something like that. I’m sorry about that, Anon! If you get to see this I hope you enjoy it very much. And so all of you. It’s a bit sucky, tho. I’m sorry about it!

Summary: Otabek Altin is an amazing skater and Yuri has his was to make Otabek belive him, also, Yuri is a dork and makes noises when he smooches Otabek.

Words: 1,550 (Under the cut!)

Yuri felt Otabek shivering between his arms when he placed a soft kiss on the back of Otabek’s neck. Their soft movements made the water produce its majestic sounds and overflow a little bit by the edges of the tub.

He placed yet another kiss on the side of Otabek’s neck and was delighted when he heard a soft chuckle and his head got slightly squeezed Otabek's neck and shoulder.

The water was still warm, reaching all the way up to almost cover up the middle of their chests; Yuri was placed right behind Otabek, spooning him loveling as he poured strawberry scented shampoo into the palm of his hands.

He would take a moment to tease Otabek about the shampoo later, but right now he just rubbed his hands together and then expanded the liquid soap all over Otabek’s head, messaging and scratching his scalp. Otabek shivered and hummed, closing his eyes and leaning against Yuri’s chest.

Yuri kept washing up Otabek’s head, getting ride off all the residual sweat after the competition and he sighed, remembering the events of a few hours ago. Otabek seemed to remember it aswell as he slided a bit more under the water, his head almost resting into Yuri’s sternum.

Yuri brushed his soapy fingers on Otabek’s ears, all over the shell and the lobe, cleaning them up completely.

“You did amazing tonight”, Otabek snorted and Yuri heard the rolling of his eyes. “You really did amazing tonight. I was surprised”.

“Why, thank you, Yuri”, Otabek answers, not exactly meaning his words. “I didn’t do it half as great as the other competitors, though, right?”, Yuri felt a slight tug at his heart hearing Otabek’s hostile voice.

“You did the best that you could”, Yuri said, picking up a little bucket and filling it with water to pour on Otabek’s head.

“And still it wasn’t enough”, he barely had time to close his mouth when Yuri finally poured the water, trying to get ride off the shampoo. Maybe Yuri just did that to actually shut him up.

It happens, sometimes you do your best but anything works out. And Otabek is not an exception, he did his best in this local competition, but he didn’t make it to the final quarters. Yuri did, of course, so the humiliation took the best of Otabek.

And he felt extremely bad about it, he shouldn’t feel this way, he should be happy for Yuri, and he was. God knows he was, but he also was so disappointed of himself, he was ashamed. So embarrased to even look at Yuri in the eyes. Why is he even dating him? Pity-

The muscles on Otabek’s stomach clenched, his insides twisting this way and that, making him want to throw up.

Yes, Yuri was with him out of pity. He knows Otabek is so useless when it comes to skating and life in general. Otabek definitely do not deserves someone as passionate and amazing as Yuri. And Yuri definately do not deserves someone as Otabek.

Hell, he should leave. Right no-

“Stop”, Otabek flinched, he didn’t notice he was gripping into the edges of the tub with all his might, his breathing was quick and heavy. His heart pounding like crazy on his chest. “Altin, it’s alright”.

Yuri carefully reached for Otabek’s hands, massaging the back of them with his thumbs, feeling the crescents of Otabek’s bones and the muscles relaxing under the touch, slowly until Yuri was able to slide his fingers between Otabek’s, holding his hands tightly.

Otabek let himself be wrapped by Yuri’s arms and his own, since they were still holding hands. He found comfort into Yuri’s shoulder, as he felt his body relaxing and relaxing until he was completely limp against Yuri’s body.

“You did great, Otabek”, he whispers right into Otabek’s ear, his words swirling on the ear canal and straight to his brain. “You did amazing, I’m saying the truth. I guess sometimes we have our highs and sometimes our downs, but that doesn’t mean you’re not good at skating, it just means you need a bit more of practice, just a little more”.

Otabek blushed, feeling each hair on his body standing up with each breath against his ear. And he sighed, closing his eyes and letting Yuri kiss away a single tear sliding down the side of Otabek’s face. He smiled when more kitten kisses where pressed against his cheek and jaw.

“You’re so silly, Altin”, Otabek snorts.

“I know I am, Yuri. I’m sorry”, Yuri hums, nuzzling his face on Otabek’s neck. “I’m proud of you, though. You were fantasti-hihihic- stop!”, Otabek giggled, shrugging his shoulders up and squirming in Yuri’s arms as his lover starts to playfully nibble on his neck.

“Don’t come up with that now, Otabek. Not after you were sulking around and being a silly boyfriend”, Otabek giggled again, feeling the puffs of Yuri’s breathing against his neck. “Besides, I already now I was fantastic. I always am, aren’t I?”

“You’re such a- Yuhuhuri!”, Otabek squirmed again, the water overflowing from the tub with each movement as Yuri begins to blow raspberries on the side of Otabek’s neck. “Why are you dohohoing this?!”

“Because I haven’t seen your smile the whole day, Otabek”, Yuri chuckles and his hands finally seems to live, cupping Otabek’s sides and giving him three fast squeezes, successfully making him squeak out a laugh, his body arching away from Yuri’s, but he was trapped.

“Yuri! Yuhuhuri, we’re doing a mess!”, Otabek says, hearing the water splashing out of the tub and into the tides, but his pleading only seemed to motivate Yuri into tickling more as he started to squeeze his way down towards Otabek’s hips.

“’We’re making a mess?’”, Yuri whispers and Otabek throws back his head, barking out a loud laugh when he felt Yuri’s fingers brushing against his very sensitive hipbones. “You’re the only one trashing here, Otabek. Maybe if you stop squirming so much you’ll not make a mess!”, Yuri teases, smiling at his boyfriend as his thumbs awkwardly rubs circles into the very center of Otabek’s hips and he shrieks with laughter.

“Maybe if you fucking stop tickling m- Yuri don’t! Dohohohon’t!“, Otabek shrieked when Yuri finally found the spot where Otabek’s hips meet his legs, where he was the most ticklish.

Otabek brought his knees up, trying to block Yuri’s hands, but he only trapped them there. His own hands weakly pawing at Yuri’s arms around him.

Otabek was laughing too hard and Yuri blushed hearing the sound, but then giggled when his lover’s laughter tripped on itself, making him snort and Otabek really did sounded like a pig when he snorts so Yuri couldn’t help himself and started to laugh just as hard as Otabek.

“Y-Yurahaha! M-mercy!”, Otabek begs, his legs kicking around and his torso twisting from side to side, trying to get away, but Yuri held him firmly and dug expertly into Otabek’s soft spot until he was shaking with silent laughter.

“You know I love you, right?”, Otabek nods hysterically. “And you know that you’re very amazing, right? And talented and a great skater?”, Otabek gasped, nodding again, tears of laughter falling down the corners of his squeezed shut eyes. “And that I don’t regret being with you not even once?”

“Dammit yes!”, Otabek shrieked once his voice was back. “Please stahahap!”, Yuri chuckled and he finally stops and ve wraps his arms around Otabek again as he leaves kisses all over his cheek and neck, Otabek giggling between his gasps.

“Look at this mess, Yuri”, Otabek says, the water only covering to the height of their stomachs instead of their chests, Otabek peeked over the edge of the tub and he whined when he saw the water passing through that little space under the door and straight to the living room. Yuri giggled.

“I’m not sorry” he nuzzles into Otabek. “You’re seriously adorable when you’re getting tickled, Altin”, Yuri says, speaking out his kisses as he presses them on Otabek’s skin. “Mwha, mwha!”

Otabek rolls his eyes, his cheeks blushing deeply. “You russians are too loud”

Yuri drowned. “What do you mean?”

“The other day I heard Victor kissing Yuuri Katsuki and he was making those exact noises”

“So You’re saying that I’m like Victor Nikiforov?”

“Well… not exactly like him, but you- AHAhaha!, wait, wait! I’m sohohorry! The water is cohohold!”

“Well, it seems you don’t want to get out of here, since you keep making me angry!”, Yuri smirked, his fingers fluttering around Otabek’s ribs.

Yuri didn’t go crazy this time, the water was indeed cold and their hands and feet were getting a bit too cold, aswell. However, he got just slightly worried because, once they were out of the tub, he noticed the water covering the floor was already dried. “I think you tortured me for quite a long time”, Otabek said, putting on his sweatpants and rubbing on his still tingly ribs./p>

“Maybe I should just keep torturing you?”, Otabek squeaked and got out of the bathroom running, Yuri heard his lover’s giggles and soon enough he was running after him. A happy Otabek Altin was something Yuri wouldn’t change not even for one hundred gold medals.

#yuri!!! on ice #otayuri #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #tickle fic #ticklish!otabek #mentions of #victuuri #mia's things

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beautifulramblingbrains · 7 years

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Bound By Blood

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah* Fandom: Divergent Rating: M

She’s bound by the love for her family. And he won’t rest till he finds the face to his ghosts.

A/N: Hello :) Welcome to the sequel of Bound By Chains. If you haven’t read the first I highly suggest you do. I’m excited to start this and I hope you like it. :D Big love for @murmelinchen for being amazing and giving this the flare it so seriously needed.

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Eric laughs, shifting further back into the couch and studying the awful beer bottle in his hand while listening to Wayne recount his night with a woman he’d recently met.

Beer was a small man's drink, nothing that he would usually vouch for. But he wasn't about to object after the shit day he’d already had.

It is late, well past midnight as they sit inside Wayne’s apartment. The place is small and messy compared to his usual preference. At least he doesn’t have to live in it.

His phone beckons from his jacket and he puts the bottle down, reaching for it, half listening to the boring story Wayne drones on about still. “I’m going to call it a night,” Eric speaks over him. “Looks like I’m in Erudite first thing.”

“The queen of the damned has spoken…” Wayne says with a wink and stands, stretching his arms above his head. “Yeah, I’m fucked. Bitch is crazy, I swear-”

“Enough, I’m about to gouge my own eye out in a minute, rather than going through the pain of hearing your story again.” Wayne snorts on his insult. “Come at me when you have something else to say for yourself.” Eric simpers, showing himself out.

“Yeah, thanks, friend…” he hears Wayne drawl after him.

But that’s not the only reason why he left. It was a headache forming above his brow. The fleeting, bitty memory of visiting Wayne after his accident on a factionless run that caused him to lose his eye and gain the characteristic limp he now adorned.

The headaches that are too often for his comfort.

The only time he seems to not feel the throbbing in his skull is when he trains or sleeps. And that’s exactly what he has in mind.

“Ring-a-ring o’ roses. A pocket full of posies. A-tishoo atishoo, we all fall down.”

Sarah falls back laughing with Thomas and his new best friend from school who lives only three doors down. The grass is baked from the sun beneath them, dry and coarse but still glorious. Mary sits cross-legged under the shadow of their house, grinning at them and rocking Jack in her arms.

“Now, duck duck goose!” Thomas requests and his friend Ted sits up excitedly, nodding his head.

“Okay. One more and then it’s time for Ted to go.” Sarah gives them a lopsided smirk. “And I’m the picker,” she emphasizes in an evil voice. “One lap around the house and if I get back to your place, I win for today.” She playfully crosses her arms, raising her eyebrows in challenge.

The boys nod and watch her get up, sitting with fidgeting legs as she starts rounding them. “Duck...duck...duck…” She taps Thomas’ head. “Goose!” And pelts off towards the house, past Mary who giggles at their childishness.

“Come on, Thomas!” She half laughs, gasping for breath. She turns to round the front of the house, almost running completely into Dalton who steadies her, chuckling at her loose hair and grass stained clothes. “I’m so sorry!” She smiles, just as Thomas barges straight into her, and essentially tagging her at the same time.

“Hi, Dalton,” Thomas chirps, just as breathless and Sarah ushers him, pointing back the way they came.

“No, I’m sorry. Looks like I got you caught in your game.”

Sarah rubs her neck, watching Thomas disappear. “Well, it seemed silly to stay inside.”

“How are you doing now? Oh, I, er, spoke to your parents briefly the other day. They seem to be settling back into things, and John seems better.”

Sarah doesn’t really care for the knowledge, but thanks him anyway. “I’m glad,” she says curtly.

For a minute Dalton just nods awkwardly, then peers over his shoulder. “You should come to the meetings we have in the evenings. It’s just a general discussion and group talk on the workings of Abnegation. Your insight would be pretty handy. You’ve always been pretty clued on.”

“Thanks. I’ll try, but it’s hard at the moment, you know.”

“Right, well I better go.” His breathing is erratic and he leans forward, pecking her cheek and blushing profusely as he steps away, throwing over his shoulder, “It’s great that you're back where you belong.”

Funnily, for Sarah, she still doesn’t feel that way.

“Eric.” Jeanine greets him with a bored tone, still scribbling something and not bothering to look up.

As Eric passes a green leafed potted tree in her office, he plucks a piece, letting it drop to the floor before breathing in deeply and tucking his hands into his pockets.

“Jeanine. What is the urgency to have me here so early on this fine morning…” he says sarcastically. It must annoy her as she looks through her lashes up at him, her mouth turned downwards and glasses balanced on the end of her nose. She motions to the plush chair in front of her and he shakes his head at her gesture. “No, thanks. I’m not planning on sticking around.” He grabs a weird glass ornament on her desk and juggles it in one hand, throwing it up into the air, much to her irritation.

“Fine. Have a look at this.” She pushes a paper across to him. “It’s from Abnegation. A protest on their removal.”

Eric sighs, “So?”

“In order to remain in control over this situation, we require cooperation.” She puts down her pen and clasps her hands together in front of her. “We don’t want to start a revolution.”

Eric smiles toothily, something he rarely did without good reason. “Their removal, you say? Perhaps that’s not the best term to use. You’re going about this all wrong,” he chides.

“Coming from a man who has the title ‘Murderer’.”

Eric pouts, “Aw, people still sour over my undivided protection from the factionless? How about that? One thing you’ll learn Jeanine…” He slides the paper back carelessly, “is that you can’t please everyone.”

She smiles tightly at him. “Well, good thing I have you on board. I assumed this wouldn’t affect the work lying ahead of you.”

He juts his chin out and squints at her. “Well, that all depends. What’s in it for me?”

“You have no place bargaining. Need I remind you...”

“Sounds like you’re unable to do it without me.” Eric shrugs and finally does take the seat, keeping his voice smooth. “Listen, I may not care what title I take and seemingly neither do Dauntless, but it appears you do.”

“I have a statement from a witness.” Jeanine points out, leaning back and not bowing to his intimidation.

“An anonymous witness.” He nods in wry amusement. “An anonymous witness that will never account for anything because there is nothing. Try again, Jeanine.” Eric’s mouth twitches while covering his tracks. He wouldn’t put it past Jeanine to have some sort of voice recording ready to pick him out.

“What do you want?” she asks flatly.

“I want a lab within Dauntless with the workings of Erudite. I want serums made and manufactured without any need to outsource. Drugs and medical supplies, without questions. You see where I’m going?”

“I do.” She knew Eric all too well and the fact he wasn’t going to drop this, nor coincide without some sort of give and take.

“Make it happen and we’ve got a deal. I’ll remove Abnegation. The safety of the factions in preferable order will be resolute once again.” He scoffs, “Sounds dreamy…”

“You start the movement. We’ll provide the goods.” Jeanine watches Eric draw out his fake contemplation with a lopsided grin.

“I’ll be in contact.” He stands, grabbing the paper and the glass ornament, turning back exaggeratingly to her frown. “Compensation for your conspiring.”

Sarah yawns, the wooden chair causing her stockings to become itchy on her legs and back sore from the hour-long, late-night meeting Abnegation is having.

It took a few days, but with the efforts of Mary and another run in with Dalton, she was convinced on taking an evening off to hear the daily problems they were addressing. She didn’t see the harm in it.

As the room becomes sparse, Dalton strolls up slowly, nervously shoving his hands in his pant pockets. “Wasn't so bad, was it?”

“The recall of the missing laundry was exhilarating,” she smiles up at him.

He laughs, rubbing his cheek. “Yeah...I’m sorry about that. But every issue has to be addressed, no matter how big or small.”

Sarah sighs, massaging her temple with her finger. A certain piece of information that was addressed towards the end of the meeting is still troubling her, one that she had thought she would never have to hear about again. “I didn’t realize Dauntless and Erudite were still going ahead, though....with moving Abnegation.” That’s what Jeanine had withheld from her and now it angers her that she didn’t address it during her meeting with the leader of Erudite when she had the chance to.

“You knew?” Dalton looks at her in surprise.

“I heard briefly in passing,” she lies quickly. “Just before I left. I didn’t realize they were actually serious, and I didn’t realize Erudite was involved.” She shakes her head to emphasize her disbelief.

“It’s a concern. But we are hoping our statement of protest will be heard.” He curtly motions to the exit, “Shall we?” They walk in silence, out into the night from their former council hall. “I never got to speak to you about what happened…”

“Nothing happened,” she says quickly, trying to avoid the edge to her voice but failing, having no intentions to talk about it.

“So, the baby magically appeared?” Dalton asks sarcastically. He shifts uneasily under her scrutiny, avoiding her eyes before continuing. “I saw you with him. I know Jack is his. I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were. I just don’t want to relive the memories... that’s all.” It is her turn to avoid him, looking down at the ground.

“Did he…” Dalton trails off, observing her expression from the side.

Sarah shakes her head, keeping her eyes downcast and her cardigan she bought for the chill in the evenings clasped between her hands in front of her. “No.” Breathing in the cool air around her, she brings herself to face him but she can’t quite seem to focus on him with his questioning gaze. “It wasn’t like that. He never...it...it was one of those things...” She looks away finally, uncertain of how to explain to him what Eric and her had.

“It’s okay.”

Sarah crumples up her nose in thought and sighs. Straightening up, she looks at him and smiles wryly. “You don’t really want to know my business, Dalton. It’s best left in the past. I live for the here and now.”

The gravel continues to crunch under their feet as they approach the rows of houses. Dalton stops before they reach Sarah’s house, which is before his own.

“Maybe…” he hesitates and Sarah only stops their snail-paced walk in bewilderment, looking at him with a frown. “Maybe I want it to be...my business.”

Sarah tilts her head and lets her shoulders slump. “Dalton…” she draws out in pity.

“No. I know how it sounds and it’s crazy. But me and you used to get along so well before he happened. I want that again. That lease of life you have-”

“I’m sorry, Dalton.” She walks further up the path towards her house. “Now is not the right time.”

“When is the right time?” he calls after her from the path before her house.

“Not now.” She opens the door, stepping inside to the lone light Mary had left on for her.

“Then I’ll wait.” He wrings the bottom of his shirt between his hands, smiling at her hopefully.

“Goodnight, Dalton.”

“He’s fussy this morning,” Mary says while frying eggs, glancing back at a wriggling Jack as Sarah tries to breastfeed him at the dining table.

Sarah had made sure the house doesn’t resemble their parent’s. The only difference really being they had moved the table as close to the kitchen as possible so that it was viewable while cooking. It worked for that reason, and also so they could keep an eye on Thomas while he ate if they were preoccupied.

“He won’t latch on anymore.” Sarah’s voice echoes frustration as he howls out again. Thomas walks into the room with both palms pressed against his ears.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have used the bottle.”

“I thought it would be okay,” Sarah says woefully, trying him now on the other breast. He seems to only scream louder, turning red and she sighs in defeat. “Mary, can you heat up a bottle, please?”

She does so without question, and quickly. They had probably woken all their closest neighbors already. The moment Sarah coaxes him with the bottle, he merely whimpers, then sucks furiously.

“Great.” She huffs. “I wanted to breastfeed until six months, at least.”

“Babies aren’t textbook. Do what works for you.” Her sister hums to herself, serving up the eggs and now Sarah becomes suspicious.

“You’re in an informative and good mood.”

“Okay…” Mary graces them at the table, pushing the plate to Sarah who begins eating with one hand and Jack balanced with his bottle in the other. “...a boy from school-”

“No,” Sarah says with finality.

“What? I haven’t even told you anything.”

“Whatever you're about to say…” Sarah mumbles out as she chews.

“Oh, right. But it’s okay for you to go out with Dalton.” Mary says with attitude, looking incredulously at her.

Sarah glares daggers at her sister. “I did no such thing!”

“Denial…”

“I went to the meeting over the happenings in Abnegation. I wasn’t just with him.” Sarah begins to feel hot and bothered by the accusations.

“He walked you there and back,” Mary points out and grins at her older sister.

“So?” Now she can’t help but blush.

Mary shrugs, digging into her food nonchalantly. “So...he totally likes you.”

“I had a baby a month and a half ago. You can’t even comprehend how over I am with anything involving the male species.”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I think it’s good,” Mary shrugs again. “It will help you.”

“I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s not happening.” She begins burping Jack. Jack who has decided to fall asleep, but still managing to look furious. Just like his dad. “But…” she continues, “just don’t get yourself into any trouble.” She smiles reluctantly at her younger sister. She is seventeen after all, and Sarah has no plans to act the way their parents did. She’d rather know everything and Mary willing to tell her, than hiding it, just like Lizzie had done.

Mary eats more enthusiastically, a wide grin on her face.

They watch him from one corner. The furious but deadly combinations he lays time and time again into the bags.

Glen nudges Wayne’s arm after a moment. “There’s something different about him.”

A group of Dauntless women finishing their training passes by Eric, and even with their obvious attempts to get his attention, he doesn’t acknowledge them.

“Jeanine’s up his ass, what do you expect?” Wayne bites off a piece of his nail, spitting it out onto the floor. “Probably needs to get laid, too.”

“Good luck telling him that.” Glen snorts and throws a towel over his shoulder, saluting before walking away.

Wayne flicks back his wild hair, readjusting the patch over his eye before pushing off the wall he’s been leaning against, cautiously stepping up to Eric. He waits but Eric doesn’t stop, so he clears his throat. “What’s eating you, man?”

“Fuck off,” Eric grumbles without looking at him.

“If you can’t confide in your old pal, who else you got?”

Eric clicks his neck, chuckling to himself as he ghosts a few hits. “My right hand.”

“Real mature,” Wayne rolls his eyes. “People are asking-”

“Do you really think I give a fuck about what people are saying?” It’s almost a complete shout and the words echo around the room. Eric grabs his water bottle left to one side on the floor and begins heading towards the exit. The finger massaging his temple worries Wayne, and he’s not quite ready to let it go.

“They’re just wanting to know-”

“It’s these headaches!” Eric sounds extremely pissed, his tone of voice sharp and Wayne keeps his distance. “These fucking headaches!” he complains again, then launches the bottle half way across the room. His shoulders heave with an angry sigh and Wayne holds up his hands in defiance behind his back.

Eric takes a deep breath and then turns around before he continues, “I think someone is fucking with me. Look at this.” He shows Wayne the scar on his forearm. “I remember how I got it, but not why. I half remember stitching it, but not all of it. Someone else was there.” Eric paces back and forth in the now empty training room.

Wayne feels his face whiten and gulps, trying to remain composed in his role of Eric’s confidant. “That sounds shit crazy, man!”

“Why can’t I remember?” Eric wonders more to himself.

“I don't know. I forget shit all the time.” Wayne shrugs and fakes nonchalance.

Eric shakes his head. “Not shit like that.” He raises his eyebrows and it makes Wayne uneasy how adamant he is on trying to figure it out. “Why did I move from my apartment? I try to remember and I can’t! I remember ordering the renovations...” he trails off, staring ahead at nothing in particular.

“Maybe you need to chill out. You smoking anything? Taking anything?” Wayne jokes, even though a chill runs up his spine at the prospect of Eric remembering.

Rolling his shoulders, Eric admits, “I take a suppressant.”

“Well, there’s your answer.”

“No! Because it doesn’t explain this…” He pulls a gray hairband from his pocket and shows it to Wayne as if it was the most valued piece of evidence.

Playing along, Wayne tries to act casual. “A hairband? And that means someone’s fucking with you? Have you listened to yourself?”

“Someone has been in my office. It was in my drawer. I seriously don’t give a shit what you think.” He turns around to leave and calls over his shoulder, “And I’m not going to rest till I find out who!”

When he storms out, Wayne feels like he’s shrinking in on himself. Rubbing his hand over his face, he mumbles, “Fuck.”

Sarah folds the laundry, glancing up to Jack asleep in his Moses basket, then to Thomas who stares out the window. School had finished over an hour ago and Mary was busy with some sort of homework in her bedroom.

In a monotone voice, Thomas doesn’t turn to speak to her, he only says, “There’s Dauntless outside.”

Sarah bites her cheek, finishing the last sheet and walking over to peer out. It is a truck rolling at the same pace as the Dauntless on foot, each with guns, knocking and posting something to each door. “Get away from the windows.” She pushes him away, still watching till they get to their neighbors, then the black uniforms of the Dauntless start up their path, knocking loudly when they reach the door.

She hesitates for a moment before opening the door, and when she does, they pass her a letter. “The date of the movement, Miss.” One of them informs her and he already turns to leave.

But Sarah shoves the piece of paper back towards them, smiling tightly. “No thank you, we are not interested and we will not be moving.”

The two Dauntless look at each other grinning, not making a move to take the letter back. The one who had passed her the letter takes it after a moment. He huffs and says, “Look, er, you ain’t got a choice.”

“I do. And many of us are against the move and we will not be moving.”

One of them flips a notepad open, gathering a pen and looks at the side of the house for the number. “Name?”

“Bennett.”

“First name?”

“Miss Bennett will do perfectly well, thank you.” She crosses her arms.

“I need your full name and cooperation. Is that so hard to ask? We're just doing our job.” He frowns at her in annoyance and she rolls her eyes.

“Fine. Sarah. And if you don’t mind, the elders of the society you will be scaring half to death looking like that. Why do you need guns in Abnegation? There are children here.”

“Precaution,” he says without looking up from the notepad.

“I highly suggest you finish your rounds and take it up with one of the ex-council members. I’m sure they would prefer their own people knocking on their doors than Dauntless armed with weapons.”

Sarah already moves to close the door when one of them speaks up, “Quite a mouth on you, isn’t there.” They begin leaning on the doorframe. “Is your mom home?” They snicker between themselves.

“You’re looking at her.” Thomas chirps up, walking up from behind and it catches them off guard. Sarah just glares, raising an eyebrow.

“Look, take the letter or leave it. It’s happening either way.” The one she shoved the letter back to throws it through the crack in the door and they begin marching away, back up the path. The driver in the truck pierces her with a look of glee as he creeps past and Sarah only shuts the door when they can’t see her anymore.

Pushing her back against the door as she breathes deeply, she calls up to Mary, “Mary, I need you to watch Thomas and Jack tonight. I need to go to the town meeting.”

She appears at the top of the stairs, leaning down over the banister. “What’s happened?”

“It's happening. They’re moving us. They’ve set a date!” Sarah says, unable to keep the anger out of her voice.

“But, they can’t?!” Mary cries, a look of complete disbelief on her face.

“They can, and they will. Unless something is done about it.”

“Sir, every house was accounted for. And here is the list of the most possible defiants against it. The houses and names of each we came across.” The soldier places the notes on Eric’s desk, and he grabs it, scanning it quickly. “Every one of them has voiced their concerns over the movement. Most of them had some strong words to say about it.”

“Just perfect,” he says sarcastically. “...Just perfect…” He mumbles quietly to himself, dismissing the soldiers and making a mental note to personally visit each household that dared to defy a direct order. And as punishment, he’d suspend points on their cards.

“They had guns!” screeches an older woman from the front, projecting her voice so that even Sarah at the back could catch the despair in her voice.

“What is it going to come to on the day? Are they going to hold guns to our heads?!” another person shouts. Then the whole room erupts into chaos and Sarah watches closely, eyes wide and just as fearful.

Dalton nudges her arm, leaning over from the chair next to her. “You okay?”

She nods and mumbles, “I’m just worried.” After all, she was well aware of the capabilities of Dauntless, let alone paired with Erudite and the shadowed presence of Jeanine. “I’ve only just managed to get us settled and now this is happening.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiles at her but Sarah doesn’t see it, watching the turmoil around them. “I hope it won’t come to it.”

An elder member of Abnegation sits facing towards everyone with a few people to his side at the front of the room. He stands up, waving his hands to quieten the multiple voices trying to shout over each other. “Now, now! We are all free to speak here, but it must be one at a time. I know, we are all just as afraid as each other, but we must maintain our dignity!”

“Maurice Glover,” Dalton whispers to Sarah, “Ex-council. The voice of reason. He’s incredibly informed on the other factions movements. He knows his stuff.”

“It appears our disapproval of moving Abnegation has been left on deaf ears. That we, as a faction of selflessness, have been disregarded and assumed to not have a voice! Our parents, our grandparents, and members before us have occupied this ground for hundreds of years. And now is the time we must finally put our foot down!” The crowd cheers and Maurice smiles proudly. “I’m open to all suggestions on how, as a faction, we should approach this subject.” He looks around the room, making eye contact with a few people at the front. “Now is the time to speak.”

It’s surprising when the crowd only mumbles among themselves compared to earlier when everyone thought they knew best, however, not knowledgeably, or taking responsibility for their unrealistic plans.

Sarah can’t help but stand, flattening her dress and linking her fingers together. The people around her still seated glance up until the entirety of the room is facing her. “I have an idea…” she speaks quietly, beginning to feel her cheeks flush from the people's intrigued stare. “Like you, I don’t want to see us removed from where we have always resided. And I’m sure some of the other factions uninvolved with the plans would agree that our removal is a waste of time and resources.”

She catches John sitting in the crowd and it throws her off slightly, but she lets it go, concentrating on Maurice at the front. “It is, after all, three factions against two. If we had a chance to speak to Candor perhaps we would have a leg to stand on. We just have to hope that we got there first and they’re not being swayed by the others...” she trails off, realizing she’s already said too much and begins sitting down as the crowd’s voice forms a loud mumbling, some people still leaning back to look at her.

“No, please stand,” Maurice calls. “And who are you, young lady?”

“Sarah, Sarah Bennett.” She plays with her hands nervously, looking down to Dalton for a second who positively purses his lips as if he was proud of her.

“And, what would be your answer on a very delicate question we have been continuously asking ourselves… Do you feel that Abnegation is potentially being disposed of, in the most subtle of ways? Do you believe they are trying to disband Abnegation, and why?”

“Disband being the incorrect term. Forgotten, yes.” She tilts her head up slightly, the fire in her stomach burning as she says, “They believe we are too accommodating. And it is my belief that they somehow don’t see us as a contributing faction when all we do is for others. That’s got to stop. The agreement in the acts of mild-mannered slavery has to stop…” she stammers, “After all, I know this first hand, along with many others. It’s about time we looked out for our own, or we accept it and continue to be driven further and further away from everything we have fought to make and move without question. This is all I have to say on this subject.”

The crowd gasps on her open act of disregarding everything their faction meant and stood for. And now she sits down, trying to hide, failing miserably. Dalton slowly lifts his arm over to her, taking her hand and holding it tightly in her lap. She peers over at him from the corner of her eye, but he isn’t looking, just concentrating ahead. “You did great,” is all he says.

“The truth hurts.” Sarah stands, excusing herself past the rows of people and flees quickly from the room.

“Right, that’s me. If you need me, you know where I am.” Wayne throws his head just inside Eric’s office door, chewing gum and fiddling with his phone in his hand. Eric only hums in response, the glare from his computer screen beaming off his face. He’s slouched back, scrolling through something with specific interest. Alarm bells sound inside Wayne’s head. “What the fuck you doing, man?”

“I’m busy, get lost,” he grumbles without looking up. Eric’s mouth is slightly parted, brushing his thumb absent-mindedly over his bottom lip and Wayne can see his eyes drinking in the information on the screen.

When Wayne doesn’t move, it’s just the frown above Eric’s brow which is enough warning and Wayne shows mercy. “Have a good night then, I suppose,” he calls before shutting the door.

Eric was, in fact, having a boring night till he had tried to arrange the deduction on the cards. It was only then his interest had spiked due to finding that there were two Bennett households within Abnegation. One being an ex-employee who had left after an accident. Their report stated their children were removed from their care and placed under an older sibling with full rights. The most interesting part is that it’s a Miss Sarah Bennett.

The same Sarah Bennett written on his men’s notes of people detesting the move.

Glen drives as Eric braces his legs on the dash, scanning over the multiple names in disgust till he gets to one in particular. That’s where he lingers, on that one specific name, rereading it as the strong pain in his head begins to fog in front of his eyes.

“I’m going here first,” he says to himself, but informing Glenn in a half-assed attempt. “Sarah Bennett.” The one that had looked at him then more than a leader of Dauntless, igniting his growing anxieties.

What he is irritated about is that he had dreamt of a cloaked woman. Faceless. She had turned and said his name in a way that prickled his skin. There was a sadness to her and he had felt a mixed anger towards her in return. But not an anger where he wanted to throttle or shoot the bitch, but one that resonated disappointment and betrayal. And he just can’t pinpoint why.

Every night ever since, he had wanted the dream to reoccur to try and understand what it meant and see whether she would say anymore. But it never did.

The truck rolls up the Abnegation path and Eric inspects the numbers and the faces of the people they pass who seem to disagree greatly to their imposing presence. Some even bothering to shake their head.

“Stop here,” he orders but he has the door open before the truck even slows.

His uniform is immaculate, a strip of blue arching over one arm and maroon on the other, showing their unity with Erudite. Eric doesn’t just lead one faction, he also fronts another now.

Inspecting the small building, he squints at the boring design and lack of character. But it doesn’t stop him from wholeheartedly bashing on the door, ready for an interesting conversation.

A girl holding a baby answers and she shrinks in on herself at the sight of him. Eric fakes sincerity and plasters a smile on his face. “Sarah Bennett.” He knows this isn’t Sarah, he’d seen her picture on her file.

“What do you want with her?” the girl asks with a hint of suspicion and frowns at him.

He’s surprised she even bothered to ask. With annoyance, he tilts his head at her audacity and smirks. “Just a chat.”

The brown haired girl looks behind her and shuts the door more on him before replying, “She’s not here.”

Mary...he remembers, the younger sister assigned under Sarah’s care. “Stop wasting my time and tell me where she is.”

Hushing the baby that begins to whimper, she flicks her head, “Back of the house.”

He nods and asks sarcastically, “wasn’t hard, was it?”

He makes his way around the house, out into the open land behind the buildings. And it’s her. There she is. He recognizes her when she bends down to retrieve more sheets with the side of her face exposed to him, matching her face to the pictures he had seen in her profile and the brief encounter that must’ve been only a week ago.

Abnegation through and through. No Divergent family history. Full member since November last year.

She has the same reckless hair now like the first time he’d seen her, small pieces falling from her attempted bun. The gray dress is just above the knees, tight at the waist, showing off a small petite frame.

He licks his lips and approaches stealthily, hands pocketed till he stands directly behind her as she hums to herself.

“Hello, Sarah.”

He has never seen anyone move so fast. The breath catches in her lungs as she turns, arms up in mercy, stumbling back into the sheet she’d just hung and fighting with it till she gets to the other side, seemingly in an attempt to create a barrier between them. He squints at her strange behavior, especially when her eyes drift back to the house and then fearfully back to him.

“Eric…” she whispers breathlessly.

The skin at the back of his neck prickles at her voice, a faint headache sparking and it catches him off guard, but he doesn’t show it.

The corner of his mouth lifts to form a polite smile, “I think me and you need to have a little chat, don’t you?”

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