#Tobias Eaton

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Fearless 6

PART 1 PART 5

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"The first thing you will learn today is how to shoot a gun. The second thing is how to win a fight." Your voice rang out through the shooting range, as Four passed guns out to each person. You caught the way Tris tried desperately to make eye contact with him. Trying to not feel satisfaction when he didn't look her way. "Thankfully, if you are here, you already know how to get on and off a moving train, so I don't need to teach you that."

Christina chuckled a little before looking your way, "Can you teach us the tuck and roll? It was flawless." You blushed slightly at the praise, something you weren't use to. You nodded and laughed a little "You will all develop your own way of getting on and off without completely fucking yourself up over time. IF you pass, so stay focused." 

"Initiation is divided into three stages. We will measure your progress and rank you according to your performance in each stage. The stages are not weighed equally in determining your final rank, so it is possible, though difficult, to drastically improve your rank over time."

You watch Four as he stops behind Peter, a gun in his own hand, the same one everyone in the room is holding. "We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear," says Four. "Therefore each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first stage is primarily physical; the second, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental."

"But what..." Peter yawns through his words. "What does firing a gun have to do with...bravery?" Four flips the gun in his hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it."

He lowers the gun. Once the immediate threat is gone, Peter's green eyes harden. You dont even try to hold in the laughter that bursts from your lips at his face. You were sure if the gun had been pressed any longer he would've shit himself. You only laugh harder when his cheeks turn bright red. 

"To answer your question...you are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you are prepared to defend yourself." Four stops walking at the end of the row and turns on his heel. "This is also information you may need later in stage one. So, watch Y/n." When he turns back to you, he winks before walking to lean against the wall next too you. 

You face the wall with the targets on it—one square of plywood with three red circles on it. You stand perpendicular to the target with your feet roughly shoulder width apart. Holding the gun in both hands, and fires.

 The bang is so loud it should hurt your ears but they are dead to the noise now. "For a right handed shooter, the left hand holds the forestock, elbow pointing down. The right hand holds the grip, elbow pointing out, but not exaggerated." You explain while demonstrating what you mean. 

You turn and fire a few more times, each time just making the hole at the center bigger. All their heads crane to look at your target, most in awe, while Peter just looks more pissed. "Its your turn, Four and I will be around to fix stances and answer questions... As long as they arent stupid." You say looking directly at Peter and then with a small smile at Christina. 

Watching Tris try to shoot is.. painful. She has almost emptied the clip and hasn't hit the target once. While you're in a terrific mood (wonder why) you know she will grate against that. As you walk towards them you hear Will, the Erudite boy speaking too her. "Statistically speaking,you should have hit the target at least once by now, even by accident." He is blond, with shaggy hair and a crease between his eyebrows. 

Hes struggling enough as is, he doesn't need to be correcting anyone. "Is that so?" You say sarcastically as you step between them. You lean to the side and look at his target, which he has only hit once. Looking back to him you try to keep your voice flat, it doesn't work but you tried. "Maybe you should worry about your own target kid.." 

His ears turn pink on the egdes before he turns back, Tris shoots one last time catching the end of the target.. Barley. 

She turns back to him with a smug look on her face, "Guess I got it". You scoff but before you can speak Will says "So you see, I'm right. The stats don't lie." Again you scoff, this time rubbing the muscle that connects your shoulder to your neck. 

"Will.. Sweetheart... Your Erudite is showing.. Tuck it away for me quick yeah?" You say before turning your back to him and clapping your hands together once. "Tris.. You hit the target once.. Barley hit the target once.. If that was a person it would barely qualify as a flesh wound. Depending on how big their clothes are it wouldn't even be a flesh wound.. Do NOT get cocky. Do something half ass right because your angry does not mean anything." 

Walking away from the two you can feel her eyes on you. When you look ahead Four is staring back at her, you roll your eyes before addressing the group. "In the field, the chances that you will be angry are slim. It is more likely that you will be scared, nervous or anxious. None of that should matter as a Dauntless. Your bravery and courage should overshadow everything. So when you do something in anger and it somehow comes out correct, don't take it seriously."

"Take it seriously when you can pick up any weapon and use it as an extension of yourself.  Guns, swords, bow staff.. A metal pipe you find laying around, you need to be able to pack everything besides your job and your life away." You look around refusing to look at Four again, when you see that they all have finished the ammo that has been provided you dismiss them for lunch.

 You take your lunch break in Toris chair, the stinging sensation of your new tattoo present as the ink sinks around your thigh. Tori chuckles and rolls her eyes as you roll to your stomach to get it finished. Some would be ashamed, laying here in your underwear but not you. The finger bruises on your thigh bring you nothing but joy. 

"So.. you and Four still going with this whole friends with benefits thing?" Tori asked while lining everything up. When the buzzing restarted it stung a little more than normal, due to the tenderness of your flesh. You nod and close your eyes allowing yourself a small moment of peace before having to deal with Eric who you know will be at training. 

"I dont see why you two dont just admit you have feelings for each other and get together. Spare us all the long drawn out drama." You smile at Toris bluntness, she always has such a way with her words. 

"My feelings aren't the only ones in this scenario, we both know Four doesn't like me like that. I'm just enjoying it while it lasts." You wait while Tori wipes your leg down, before standing up and handing you the shorts that will now be covering very little of your legs.

Tori looks at you incredulously "That boy has just as many feelings for you as you do him. Your both stupid. But I will be here, the ever wise old lady to hold your hands through whatever drama you both cause."   

You laugh again, feeling free for the first time in a week. The feeling is fleeting though as Tori opens her mouth and asks "How is Tris?" Your face falls and you sigh loudly, "Shes making it hard. She cant walk one line, one minute shes practically hiding behind the others begging to not be seen. Then the next shes in Fours face yelling. She cant shoot but when she clipped the edge of the target she acted like she got a bullseye first shot. I don't know how to deal with her if I'm honest. Im not Tori Wu." 

The dark haired woman in front of you steps up and cups your cheeks. "You are strong Y/n, you can do this. You have too. I don't know what but something is happening, you need to be prepared for it." 

After answering a few more of her questions, all about the new girl you tell her you need to go. Really you needed to go ten minutes ago, but who's counting?? 

When you step into the gym you take a breath to apologize for being late. But when you see Four pressed up behind Tris, his fingers pressed against her stomach as he 'instructs' her you stay quiet. Instead just making your way through the punching bags watching. Stopping only to correct Al's stance, without touching him, before walking away. 

Your showing your weakness by caring so much for him. That voice crows in your head as you keep walking. At this point you've been there a half an hour and Four hasn't noticed. When you stop next to Christina you can feel Tris's eyes burning into the back of your head. "You're doing everything right besides how you're making a fist." 

Christina stops looking down at her hands before releasing her fingers and looking back at you. You smile and congratulate her in your head, if shes silent that means shes learning. Just as you hold your hand up to show her how you want her to do it you hear Tris mumble 'How many ways are there to make a fist?' 

Taking a calming breath you slip into work mode. The mode that sets you apart from the others, the one with no feelings, no worries. Just a solid perfect work ethic. "Your wrapping your thumb around the end of your hand leaving it straight when it should be down. Wrapped over the first knuckle of your pointer finger." 

Showing  her what you mean, you watch her do it and see the annoyed look on her face. You laugh a little before continuing "I know its uncomfortable, but I promise dislocating or breaking your thumb is a lot worse. Plus once it becomes a habit you wont even think about it." You catch a few other students fixing their mistakes around you, which is encouraging. 

"Next your stance is pretty good, but I prefer having a more solid base. You stand squarely facing your target, then drop the foot on your dominant side back and out to an angle, 30 maybe 40 degrees. You should keep your feet a comfortable distance apart, but the exact difference is a matter of personal preference. Some people are taller and can keep their legs further apart like myself. But your on the shorter side so you'll want to be closer." 

The entire time you speak to her you show her with your body how to move. That small voice in the back of your mind is screaming about how you can teach without touching them. How that means Four wanted to touch her, he never touches people. You keep talking over it, trying to be the perfect teacher. Trying to show yourself why you are here. 

"Now the last and most fun part." By this point over half the class is listening to you. Four has stopped walking around and is just watching you teach, but you're studiously ignoring him.

 "The first thing to remember is that the punch should go straight forward, rather than out to the side. The idea is to send your fist out and bring it right back to its original position, with as little extraneous motion as possible.If you flare your arm out, like in the movies, your target will have plenty of time to avoid or block the strike—and you're going to leave yourself wide open to getting a punch in your own face."

"The full punch motion stems from turning your hips." After demonstrating again you watch as Christina does it, smiling at her and offering her a high five. You turn to watch the others and feel pride bloom in your chest as they all start performing the task correctly. 

"Good job Tina.. Peter, Al and Will.. You are all doing well. Keep it up, that's how we work our way up the board." You saw the shock on everyone's face as you congratulated Peter, but you needed to be as unbiased in the 'classroom' as you could. If he failed it wasn't going to be said that you had it out for him. 

You were not going to tarnish your reputation, because of some spoiled brat whose parents told him he was better than others. He would fuck up, and you would be there to catch him. But until then you have to do your best to treat everyone equally. Even Tris. 

After ten more minutes you dismiss them for the night. Reminding them when they need to be in their dorms and not to go out without someone. You make your way out in front of the group, still trying to avoid what is sure to be an awkward conversation with Four.

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Boring part, sorry guys! Ill try harder on the next chapter!

PART SEVEN!!!!

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Fight To Kill

This is my first time writing for Divergent, but after rewatching the movies I just had to try and write something for Four/ Tobias Eaton.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: Four helps (Y/n) train and keeps an eye on her as she fights to stay in Dauntless. But another initiate isn't happy that (Y/n) keeps besting him, and he takes matters into his own hands.

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"Are you okay?"

It was late. (Y/n) didn't think there would be many other people awake at such a late hour.

Dauntless were known for being reckless and free, they were seen as the outrageous type. The ones who enforced the rules but looked like they were ready to break them on a whim. When (Y/n) was younger, she thought the people of Dauntless were those who would never sleep, who would just keep running and running day in and day out.

It was strange to see that most of them slept well. Of course they did, they were up rising with the morning sun and didn't go to sleep until late into the night. Dauntless were always running, always fighting and training and getting ready to protect the city with their lives. They needed sleep.

(Y/n) guessed she would sleep once she was either a true fledged member of the faction, or when she was thrown out and made factionless. But for now, training seemed easier when she was alone.

When there was no one around to watch, no one nearby to snicker or ask what she was doing or to stand next to her and throw at the target with precision that (Y/n) hadn't mastered yet.

She could focus better when she was on her own. She didn't have to worry about other people seeing or rating her performance or worry about training against anyone else. All (Y/n) had to worry about was her training and her form and going and going until she got the technique right.

Deep breaths ragged past her lips as she looked over her shoulder and noticed only one person in the training room with her, which she thought was empty. Or at least, it had been empty for the last hour (Y/n) had been in here.

It was Tobias. He didn't look like he had gone to sleep or even like he was tired at all.

He was stood to one side, partially cast in the shadows like they were cloaks which adoned him. His hands were clasped together behind his back which puffed out his shoulders and made them strain. His head was tilted to one side and (Y/n) could see the beginning of his tattoo like claws groping at the sides of his neck.

Tobias had one brow arched up but his lips were cast in a very firm, straight line which gave him a very bored and blank expression.

(Y/n)'s hands twitched at her sides and she flexed her fingers as she looked over at Tobias. She wasn't sure what he was doing down here, but it was clear what she had been doing. The punching bag behind her was still swaying o the hook, proving her point.

"I'm fine." She nodded and clasped her hands behind her back in the same manner as him, but it didn't give off the same air of confidence as Tobias.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and he advanced towards her, walking out of the shadows.

"Pretty late to be sparring, don't you think?" Tobias let his eyes drag up and down (Y/n)'s frame before he looked towards the punching bag.

He could see from the sweat glistening on (Y/n)'s skin and sticking to her skin that she had been down here for a while when she should be back in the bunks with the rest of the iniatives getting some sleep. It showed determination, to risk losing sleep over trying to improve, Tobias would give her that.

"I don't wanna be factionless." (Y/n)'s lips quirked into a strange smile and she glanced her eyes down to drop the intense stare Tobias had started.

(Y/n) never knew how to act around Tobias. He was an instructor, he was one of the few instructors and he was the one no one wanted to be around, but (Y/n) couldn't see why. She understood why he was defensive, she knew the stakes and what it took to be un Dauntless and that was partly the reason why Tobias was so tense and cut off.

But at least he was realistic and helpful. He gave pointers, he trained properly and showed the initiates how to train without being rude or sarcastic or a plain idiot like Eric. All things considered, Tobias was great and (Y/n) was eager for any training he could show her if it would help her stay in the faction.

"You should get some sleep though."

The way (Y/n)'s smile changed and her head tilted back caused Tobias to raise a brow and step even closer to her. He was being truthful. Training might help, but wearing herself thin and being sleep deprived wasn't going to do her much good in staying in Dauntless.

"And what about you, why're you up this late?" It was all well and good Tobias giving her advice, but he was also here. He was awake too when everyone else was asleep.

The way he shrugged his shoulders gave off a very uninterested demanour that (Y/n) didn't quite believe. "Doing some checks. If you're going to train this late, do you at least want some help?"

(Y/n) couldn't quite find her voice, so she settled for nodding and turning around so her back was towards Tobias and her front was facing the punching bag once again. If Tobias was awake and willing to help her for a little while, (Y/n) wouldn't say no.

She wanted to stay in the faction, she wanted to prove herself to the faction and to her family that this is where she belonged. That she could do some good here.

And Dauntless seemed the safest group to be in when her results had shown her a divergent. Hiding out in the most firesome and outgoing group seemed safer than trying to dull herself down and blend in with the other factions. Being selfless and looking out only for others wasn't something (Y/n) could do every hour of the day. And working with facts was all well and good until she slipped up and people caught onto the different way she thought and how she adapted to fear.

This was where she could thrive and be without risk of being caught out and (Y/n) would do what she had to in order to stay in this faction.

"Take a step back, feet a bit further apart, see."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched in her throat when she felt Tobias standing so close behind her that his chest was almost merging up with her back. She could feel each slow, calculated breath he took and his breaths fanned against the shell of her ear with how he towered over her.

Her frame was stiff and tense but when Tobias moved his leg and kicked his foot against the inside of her legs, she let her steps move to the side. Planting her feet down on the floor again like glue, keeping her frame tense and steady.

When Tobias didn't say anything else, (Y/n) took that as initiative to start throwing punches and wait for Tobias's instructions.

It wasn't long before she felt his hands settle on her waist. His touch was tense but firm and the way his fingers settled in the grooves of her waist was almost like a perfect mould. A puzzle piece slotting into place. He squeezed her waist and tilted her back until she was straighter; (Y/n) hadn't even noticed she had been leaning forwards.

"Use your force, your strength. You don't have that much muscle, so put your weight into it."

His words weren't rude or a jibe, he was simply being truthful and Tobias liked that (Y/n) could see and understand that. Some of the other newbies always seemed insulted when he spoke about their weaknesses, but everyone had them.

If (Y/n) was going to hurt people and tackle an opponent, she needed to put her weight into her punches and give some force with it. That would help make up for the lack of muscles.

After a few minutes, (Y/n) went to send another punch into the bag, distinctly aware that Tobias still had his hands on her waist and his chest practically merged into her back. It was hard enough to spar like this without focusing too much on Tobias's presence and the want to lean back into him. But when his hand let go of her waist and reached out to clamp around her wrist, (Y/n)'s breathing momentarily stopped.

She swayed forward before regaining her balance and leaning back towards Tobias, accidentally letting her back nudge against his chest. He had caught her off guard by grabbing her before she threw a punch. She hadn't expected that and (Y/n) wasn't sure what Tobias's intention was or what lesson he was trying to teach by holding onto her and stopping her punches.

"I think you've done enough for tonight."

Tobias couldn't stop himself from gliding his thumb along (Y/n)'s wrist, but he still kept hold over her rather than dropping the limb. He pulled her wrist closer and hovered his chin down over her shoulder so he could see the extent of her hands.

Her knuckles had started to split. There were grazes in the skin and bruises forming over the knuckles that would be swollen come morning. She had done far too much training for one day. none of the initiates should be training until their knuckles were bruised and their skin was bleeding. That wasn't what Tobias and the other leaders were trying to teach them.

When he finally let go of her wrist, (Y/n)'s hand hovered near her chest and she looked down at her hand that had long since gone numb. She didn't know the skin had started to bleed. Maybe she had gone a bit too hard on training tonight, but it was necessary. (Y/n) needed to be in Dauntless, she needed to keep herself safe and within a group that could protect her.

Her fingers flexed and her knuckles popped, causing her to cringe and shivers to run through her blood.

"Come on."

(Y/n) wanted to protest, she wanted to say that she had more power in her and she needed to keep training. But when Tobias's hand curled around her shoulder and his other hand slid down her waist to find purchase on her hip, (Y/n) didn't have the willpower to argue.

She lowered her head and moved her hand to cross her arm over her chest and grip her other arm. It was harder and harder to keep walking normally when Tobias was right behind her and his chest was now pressing into her back with each step like he was trying to glue them together.

She wasn't even sure where Tobias was trying to guide her until they were in the empty kitchen.

"You're trying to find a midnight snack?"

The smile that quirked on (Y/n)'s lips made Tobias want to smile and he allowed his lips to curve ever so slightly when he looked down at her and huffed. He steered her into the empty kitchen and flicked the light on so they weren't walking around with the dim streaks of moonlight.

"Hm, no. I'm gonna find you some bandages before you go get some sleep." As fun as that sounded, Tobias wasn't in here to whip them up a snack. He wanted to find one of the first aid boxes they had lying around in here so he could patch (Y/n) up. Leaving her hands in that state wasn't a good idea when he knew she would be back to training in the morning and potentially make them worse again.

When his hands finally released from her body, he patted his hand on the counter. (Y/n) took the hint and climbed up onto the kitchen side, swinging her legs back and forth as she planted her palms down on her thighs and looked down at her hands.

It took her a moment to come out of her thoughts and she did well not to jump or react at all when Tobias was suddenly in front of her and banged down a first aid box beside her thigh.

She held her breath deep within her lungs when Tobias's tense, calloused hands carefully curled around her upper thighs and he slowly parted them so he could stand between her knees.

His brows quirked ever so slightly when (Y/n) tested the boundaries and squeezed her knees into his hips. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face showed he didn't particularly mind either.

"You shouldn't train like this. When you start to push too hard, switch to something else."

Shivers coursed up and down (Y/n)'s frame and her skin prickled with goosebumps when Tobias looked down to her hands and picked up her left hand first. His touch was oddly tender and he held her hand in his palm, hovering their hands near her chest so he could start dabbing antiseptic over the back of her knuckles, along the cuts and scrapes and the swollen bruises.

She murmured a quiet "Probably," under her breath because it seemed that Tobias was right most of the time. This being one of them.

(Y/n) couldn't help herself. She allowed her thumb to start gliding up and down the side of Tobias's hand. Over the few little scars dotted along his skin which she figured was from old scrapes. Most of Dauntless had cuts and scars and bruises on their hands and rough fingertips from years of grabbing onto surfaces and climbing walls and buildings. They were used to scrambling up to the train and jumping across bridges and gaps. cuts and bruises were a daily occurrence for them.

She stayed quiet when Tobias applied some cream to her hand but when he found a small roll of bandage and was about to start binding her hand, (Y/n) held onto his wrist to pause him.

His eyes darted up to hers, searching her pupils for any sign that he had gone too far or done something she didn't like. His lips parted slightly and (Y/n) found herself staring at how dark his lower lip was, like he bit it quite a lot.

"Have you noticed that… that you don't get bruises, in hallucinations or simulations? I know this is real."

For a second, Tobias was quiet. He mulled over her words, soaked them in and looked down at her hands which were blossoming with colours and bumps like blooming flowers in the moonlight. And he knew she was right.

It took Tobias another moment to think about why (Y/n) might have been in a simulation already, when she hadn't moved onto the second phase of training yet. But everyone had their test to see which faction they ended up in. And anyone could have nightmares or hallucinations for a number of reasons, especially if she had been given those type of drugs if she was ever in hospital.

Bruises would be a way (Y/n) would know when her simulation tests were over, presuming of course that she got into the second phase of Dauntless training. People could think they were getting hurt, they could feel pain and maybe get blood or scratches, but no bruises. No bumps, lumps, swelling, tender skin, none of that could be created in the serum. This was how (Y/n) would link herself back to reality.

"Actually, I hadn't thought of that. Does it worry you, going into the simulation?" Tobias let his eyes scour through (Y/n)'s, looking for any sign of worry or any hint that she might be what he thought she was. That she might be like him.

"I just want to know when I'm back in reality, I guess." It did worry (Y/n). Not to the point of backing out or melting into a puddle when it happened, but she was nervous. She wanted to come out of the simulations and come back to reality without fearing she was forever going to be trapped in that hallucination.

She slowly dropped her hand from Tobias's wrist and let her hand rest back on her thigh. Allowing him to continue his administrations binding a small roll of bandage around her knuckles and partway down her hand.

It was oddly soothing when Tobias did the same to her other hand, cleaning, applying cream and rolling a bandage around her knuckles. And it softened the dull sting in her knuckles that (Y/n) hadn't noticed until now.

She didn't want him to let go once he was done, and Tobias didn't seem to want to either because he kept holding her right hand while his other hand planted down on her thigh and didn't seem to move. He stared down at her thighs like there was something really interesting in the jeans she was wearing and (Y/n) took the time to look him up and down again.

He wasn't wearing his signature leather jacket, just a cotton shirt and pair of jeans.

His shoulders looked tense with how he was hunched over her and she could see a little more of his tattoo with the way he had his head hung down like he was about to lay his head on her thighs and go to sleep.

She heard his gritty voice which sounded a lot softer than normal when he mumbled "You'll do fine."

But when Tobias lifted his head, their eyes barely interlocked before (Y/n) took a chance. Dauntless was all about taking risks and chances and if (Y/n) didn't take this chance now that it was here, she would never get this kind of chance again.

Her newly bandaged hands settled on Tobias's shoulders and she leaned closer until she was at risk of falling off the counter. She could feel the back of her thighs burning on the edge of the counter and she pushed a little of her weight onto Tobias's shoulders to stabilise herself.

Her eyes closed and her lips planted down on his before she lost the courage to try and take this chance. She could feel her chest tightening and tensing up, fearing him pushing her back or ripping away with force. She waited for him to do something rash or hurtful and yell at her never to do that again and that she shouldn't have that kind of thing on her mind.

The response she had been silently praying for was the one she got.

The feeling of Tobias's hands clamping down on her waist with a sudden urgency that sparked something within them both. His fingertips dug into her flesh like he was trying to leave his own bruises, his own imprint on her and he pulled until (Y/n)'s thighs were glued against his hips and their chests bashed together harshly.

Tobias was the only thing stopping (Y/n) from falling, he was holding her up and gripping her so tight yet the feeling made (Y/n) feel like she was floating on air.

Her hands slid up from his shoulders to cradle his neck that seemed to loosen and lose all the tension he usually held when he walked about Dauntless like the leader he was.

Tobias could feel his walls breaking down the longer he leaned into (Y/n) and kissed her like his life depended on it. He scraped his teeth along her lower lip and stole the air from her lungs and pulled her until their chests were glued together and it felt like he couldn't take one breath without moving (Y/n). Just the way he wanted it.

He was an instructor. It wasn't exactly within the rules to go around kissing and getting together with the newbies. Especially when none of them had passed the second phase yet. Tobias was meant to teach and guide them, not fall for one of them.

But (Y/n) was different, and now that she'd kissed him, Tobias wasn't going to be able to hold himself back when he was around her.

This is what he wanted. What they both wanted.

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Deep breaths raged past (Y/n)'s lips and her chest began to heave and tense as she tried to gain back the air that she had lost. Her hands moved to her hips for a few moments and her fingers punctured into her waist as she lowered her head down, but it didn't help.

Training had taken the wind out of her and sparring with Christina had drained (Y/n)'s energy and stolen the air from her lungs. But seeing Eric watching them all and rubbing his hands together in that familiar motion only made (Y/n) feel worse.

Adrenaline sparked through her stomach and bundled up towards her chest that was already setting alight when she heard Eric's voice boom throughout the training room.

"Alright, gather round."

None of them needed to think or ask to know what was about to happen. They were going to be training against each other. The scoreboard was blaring out in the background, with all their names written across, showing who was flying high at the top and who was down in the red.

These fights were going to earn or lose them points, this was going to count against them getting into Dauntless or being factionless.

(Y/n)'s name was in the white, it was barely above the red line that would send her factionless, but if she lost points now she could always slide back into the red group. She could always lose, always be one name away from failing.

"You all know the rules. Fight until you drop, no calling quits."

Yes, they did all understand the rules which were as basic as they were brutal. Fight in the ring, no getting out, no tapping out or declining or backing down. They couldn't give in, they would fight until they were knocked out or physically couldn't stand back up without assistance. Losing would knock them down two to three points, depending on how long they stayed in the ring and how good they were at defending until they dropped.

(Y/n) lifted her head and kept her hands on her hips as she watched Eric call out the first two to fight.

Two girls, Danielle and Harper. (Y/n) knew who she was betting on. Danielle was small and hardly fierce, she could barely climb a rope. No one was betting on her to make it through the first phase. And Harper was stocky and knew how to duck and fight dirty, she would make quick work of this fight. They all knew that.

She didn't bother watching the fight. There was no need when she knew who would win and that it wouldn't take long.

(Y/n) took to glancing around the training room, wondering if she could spot a certain instructor anywhere.

It was getting harder and harder to look at Tobias, let alone be around him when it meant fighting off the urge to wrap her arms around him or lean into him or simply slide her hand into his. (Y/n) wanted to be as close to Tobias as possible, but she couldn't. Not when other people were around. Late night training sessions and stolen touches in corridors was as much as she could get until the first phase was over.

Neither of them wanted to take the risk of anyone finding out in case they thought Tobias was somehow moving (Y/n) up the scoreboard. And if Eric found out, he would have a field day with this news. He would make things harder for (Y/n), he would try and get her cast out. It wasn't worth the risk of getting caught, not yet.

(Y/n) spotted Tobias after a few seconds of scouting around. He was across the far corner, idling around like he hadn't really being doing much before Eric called the fight to a start. He didn't look like he had been training or exercising, he had probably only just walked into the training room.

He was wearing his signature leather jacket with both hands clasped behind his back and his head angled to one side. He didn't look very amused, but that was how Tobias usually came across.

(Y/n) looked down before she dared catch his eye and she tried her best to gain her breath back, not bothering to look up when the fight ended.

Her weight shifted from foot to foot and she let her eyes dance across the floor, looking for something to focus her attention on. But her eyes snapped up when her name was called.

"(Y/n) and… Archer."

Oh no.

(Y/n) would rather fight anyone else but him, she would rather get in the ring with Tobias and take her chances. But not Archer.

He hated (Y/n). Archer wasn't doing so good on the scoreboard, he was down in the red and he couldn't seem to find his way up. (Y/n) had gone from being two numbers behind Archer to being up in the clear, she had fought her way up and she had beaten Archer in target practise and in the shooting contest too.

They all knew that if Archer somehow beat (Y/n) in this fight, it would knock her down the scoreboard and it would put him up towards the twenties. He would have a chance of getting out of the red if he won this fight. And he would do anything to win.

(Y/n) shook her hands out at her sides in a vain attempt to rid the pins and needles from her skin while she walked away from Christina and aimed towards the fighting matt in the centre of the room.

Her eyes scanned the room looking for Archer when she couldn't see him, and she noticed Eric was looking for him too.

Eric knew the pair didn't get along. He and Tobias had walked past when Archer tried to pin (Y/n) to the wall and demand to know how she got up the scoreboard so fast. It had been Tobias who grabbed him and told him to disappear before Tobias took a few more points off him.

This was a test. This was Eric's way of seeing if (Y/n) could handle herself and see if she was good enough to hold her place on the scoreboard. And he clearly wanted Archer to cause some friction, there was no other reason to pit the pair of them against each other.

"Archer. Now." The way Eric started to tap his boot against the floor implied he was getting impatient, and no one wanted to be on his bad side.

They all looked towards Archer, who (Y/n) realised couldn't have been watching the first fight because he was turned away from them. He was stood at the targets, throwing knives at the targets at the far end. He wasn't very good, three out of his Tobias throws had only hit the arms and missed the vital parts of the target body.

Everyone heard the knives rattle on the table when Archer kicked it before he turned around and stormed towards the ring.

Worry bubbled away in the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach and when she looked to the right, she noticed Tobias had taken five steps closer to the ring. He was still stood on the outskirts, but he was close enough to see what would go down.

He looked angry.

His arms were tensing and bulging against his leather jacket. Both arms were crossed over his chest with his hands gripping his elbows and his forearms were pinning into his chest until he could barely breathe. His nose was crinkled and his upper lip was curled like he was about to snarl. (Y/n) could barely see his eyes with how dark and hooded they were.

"Alright, no bowing down in defeat, no backing out of the ring. Go."

Glancing her eyes down, (Y/n) looked down at her hands. The cuts and bruises had only just healed and faded, and now they were going to be split open again. Maybe Tobias would bind them again once this was all over.

Her hands curled into tight fists and she raised her left elbow out in front of her for defence, planting her feet apart as she tried to straighten her back and hold herself steady.

Archer seemed to be taking his time. He bent down to tighten the laces on his boots and cracked his neck from side to side before he got into his stance.

(Y/n) made the first move. Eric had already yelled go and Archer was taking his sweet time, so before he had his balance centred, (Y/n) rammed her fist into his side and kicked his leg to set him off course. He stumbled back, doing well to stop from falling out the ring and remain on his feet.

He looked angry, but he had been the one taking his sweet time.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and angled her head to one side, raising a brow as if to egg Archer on.

She heard him spit "Bitch," at her under his breath before he lunged. He got a few good hits to her chest and the side of her neck, but (Y/n) blocked any punch aiming for her face.

When Archer tackled her down with an arm pinned to her throat and his weight forcing her onto her back, (Y/n) rammed her knee up into his stomach. She pushed all of her weight up and flipped him off her onto his back, freeing herself so she could scramble up to her feet.

Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Tobias nod towards her. It was almost invisible, but it was enough to spur (Y/n) on and show her she was doing something right.

The next few moments passed in a blurr. Archer kept forcing her towards the edge of the ring, knowing if she stepped off the matt she would lose a point. He may not have had the best aim, but he did have some force in his punches. (Y/n) knew her ribs would be bruised when this was over.

She tried to duck his punches and hit him with a few of her own, but it felt like they were dancing around the ring rather than fighting. And apparently that was how it looked to everyone else too.

"Stop teasing."

A round of gasps elicited from everyone around the ring when (Y/n) smashed her forehead into Archer's nose the moment Eric's words flooded the air.

A sinister crack echoed around them before Archer howled and stumbled back, cradling his nose which was undoubtedly broken. (Y/n) could feel her mind cutting out and her head thundered as all the blood pooled in her temple and made her feel like she was going to pass out.

Maybe it hadn't been the best move as it disorientated her, but Archer was too busy cradling his bloodied nose to bother hitting her while she was phased.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) tried to clear her vision and she blundered forward, forgetting about her form and stance as she rammed her arm into Archer's throat to knock the air out of his system. The force sent him backwards and (Y/n) ducked and lunged, tackling him down before she scrambled to move.

The punch to his throat had already winded him and the blood trickling down the back of his throat was making him cough. But Archer wasn't giving up, especially not when Eric had moved closer to the ring and was leering over them both with a sinister smile that proved how much he was enjoying this.

(Y/n) wished he would have given in. She wished Archer would have choked or passed out so this would be done and they could leave.

Archer managed to wriggle across the matt away from her on his back like a worm, still coughing and spluttering and (Y/n) wanted to scream and tell him to give in. But she knew he wouldn't. He would be committing suicide if he gave in and if he lost this match he was going to be that much closer to being factionless. He wasn't giving in.

He tried to grab (Y/n) by the ankle but she let him drag her closer so she could lift her other leg and kick him in the chest.

It gave her the time to scramble back to her feet again, but by the time she turned around, Archer was there.

Something had changed in his expression.

He could barely hold himself up, he was wavering back and forth like a leaf in the breeze. Blood coating his lips and chin, nose clearly broken and swelling and he was trembling all over. He looked one second away from passing out and giving in, but the look in his eyes was frightening.

He grabbed her by the throat. (Y/n) wasn't expecting it and she tried to grab his wrist while her other hand smashed into the side of his face to get him to relent. Strangling wasn't a good fighting technique, they were supposed to be using their fists and their skills, not resorting to this.

Every one of (Y/n)'s senses seemed to switch off and turn black when Archer rammed his fist up into her armpit. The force was enough to make her body jerk and make her feel like she was splitting apart, but it shouldn't have knocked her so off kilter like it did.

The pain was blinding and (Y/n) realised her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see anything but black and white spots where Archer should have been leering over her.

Another punch in the same spot had (Y/n)'s chest caving in and her lungs seemed to shrivel up and pop. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't do anything.

Her body tumbled down and she landed with a thud on her back that made her jerk and shiver against the matt, but she couldn't do anything.

It must have been clear to everyone around her that she had passed out or in the very least, blacked out. Because when Archer went to grab her throat again, Eric's hand found his shoulder and he wrenched the younger boy off the matt entirely and threw him a few paces back.

"She's down, you won. This is training, you don't need to fight to kill in here." There was something in Eric's expression that was like a warning to Archer.

Eric didn't know why (Y/n) had gone down as fast and swiftly as she did, nor why she couldn't recover from a few tender punches like that. But either way, she was down and she had been beaten. Archer didn't need to go any further and do any serious damage, that wasn't the point and Eric wouldn't let him go that far.

Everything seemed to come back into focus in spates. (Y/n) realised she could hear someone trying to say her name, and then she felt a hand curling around her wrist and giving it a shake. Then the spots cleared in front of her eyes and she found the will to move from somewhere deep within.

But moving made her body feel like she was sparking and setting herself on fire and a deep cough rumbled past her lips as her lungs stuttered and tried to restart themselves.

"Jesus (Y/n), you okay?"

"Get off." (Y/n) didn't know who it was reaching for her, but she didn't want their help. Archer had played dirty, and she didn't want help from anyone.

Her body stumble to the right when she was finally on her feet which fumbled and kept bending and caving beneath her, sending her from left to right like she was drunk. Her right arm pinned tightly to her chest but she grimaced when she realised her arm felt numb and her fingertips were tingling.

He must have really hit a nerve when he punched her.

(Y/n) took as deep a breath as she could, bowed her head down and tried to walk. She stumbled away from the other initiates who were hovering by, some giving her sympathetic looks, some muttering that she did good when she knew she didn't. Not really.

Static built up in her ears like she was listening to the white noise on a tv at full blast, and it made her wince and turn her head from left to right.

Both Tobias's hands clenched into fists at his sides as his eyes narrowed in on (Y/n). A deep frown set into his features and when she got close, he stepped to the side so he was stood in her path when he feared she was going to try and walk straight past him.

He reached his hands out and clamped them down on (Y/n)'s arms, frowning even deeper when she winced and tried to coil in on herself.

She wouldn't look him in the eye. Her head was angled down and her eyes were focusing on his chin, if indeed she was even seeing him properly with how spaced out she seemed at the moment. Tobias couldn't stop his grip from tightening on (Y/n)'s arms when she seemed to sway from side to side and still wouldn't look at him.

"What was that?" Concern dripped from his otherwise stern tone, but he gained no answer. "What happened?"

He wasn't stupid. (Y/n) should have won that fight, it was clear to everyone and Tobias knew it too. He knew that (Y/n) had Archer back there, she should have been able to best him, but something had gone on to make him phase her so badly.

"Four…?"

Confusion dripped from (Y/n)'s voice when she finally lifted her gaze just enough to lock her eyes onto Tobias. There was a hazy look in her eyes that made him worried, despite the few looks they were starting to receive.

"What's wrong? (Y/n), look at me."

Shock tore through (Y/n) when Tobias moved his hands to cup her face and tilt her head back so she was properly looking up at him instead of staring up through her lashes. The movement of her head made (Y/n)'s sense of balance distort and become lost.

Her head felt so dizzy that when she stumbled, she just followed her head's sense of direction. Her head went back and her knees caved in, sending her down like a tumbling building.

"Woah, woah, hey-" Words tumbled past Tobias's lips as his hands dropped from her face to loop around her waist instead, catching (Y/n) before she hit the stone floor and caused herself another injury.

Worry plastered across his face and his knees ached when they hit the floor as he sank down, pulling (Y/n) with him so he didn't have to stand and try to grapple to keep her upright. He didn't like the way her eyes rolled around, unable to find something to focus on, or how she had suddenly gone very limp in his hold.

"(Y/n), you have to talk to me. What's wrong?" One hand moved to cradle the side of her face, smoothing his thumb across her cheek to try and gain some kind of look or word or any indication as to what was wrong. He couldn't just sit and guess what the problem was, she had to tell him what was happening and if she was suddenly hurt.

A few initiates began to gather round, but Tobias paid them no mind. He focused on the girl in his arms who was one breath away from passing out. He trailed his hand from her cheek, down her neck to her chest, feeling for any swelling and looking for marks or abrasions that she would have gotten from the fight with Archer. Something must have happened, she must have gotten hurt.

But as Tobias moved his hand, his frown deepened and he felt like he couldn't catch a proper breath when hi fingertips grazed along her side near her right arm.

His body shook when he pulled his hand away.

Blood.

Confusion and panic tore through Tobias as he stared at the substance coating his fingers like tainted water. Why was she bleeding? She had been punched and kicked and grabbed by the throat during the fight, she hadn't been cut or bludgeoned with anything.

"What the… no, oh Jesus." Without thinking twice, Tobias scrunched his hand up in the bottom of (Y/n)'s shirt and wrenched it up until the collar was scrunched around her neck near her collar bone. He stretched the material as much as he could and gently pulled (Y/n)'s right arm until it was spread out at her side like a birds wing.

There was a cut. A small, thin cut beneath her arm right in the crease and if it weren't bleeding so much, Tobias might not have noticed it.

That was where Archer had punched her. He had sucker punched her under her arm two or three times. He had a weapon when he hit her. He's stabbed her to win the fight. He was that afraid of losing points and being cast out that he had resorted to hurting her.

Did he truly think he could get away with that? That no one would notice what he had done or that (Y/n) had been hurt?

"Gettin' frisky?" The smirk on Eric's face loosened into a frown when he walked towards Tobias and noticed the grave expression on his face.

"Archer!" Everyone gathering round was taken back by Tobias's shrill voice and they all switched between looking at Tobias to looking at Archer. Who was slowly stepping back like he was aiming for the door.

A dark look crossed Tobias's eyes as he looked up at Eric with malice written across his face. "He had a weapon!" His words were breathless and his chest rose and fell as if he had been the one fighting in the ring.

He didn't need to look to see that Eric was now storming towards the initiate who was trying to stumble towards the doors. He had been caught out and Eric wouldn't let something like this go lightly, even if he didn't particularly care about (Y/n) in the way that Tobias did. She was still one of them and she had been hurt.

"Okay, okay (Y/n) come here."

Something between a whimper and a groan left (Y/n)'s lips when her right arm was pressed back into her side, squashing the wound beneath her arm to try and stem the bleeding.

The wound couldn't have been too deep, Tobias knew that. The knives they used for target practice weren't extremely sharp, they had no need to be sharp when they were only aiming at targets, not intending to hurt people. But that didn't mean that (Y/n) didn't have a bad wound, and they needed to stop the bleeding before it got out of hand.

Tears drenched down (Y/n)'s face and she couldn't get her vision into focus, but she could just about feel and sense what was going on around her. She could feel Tobias holding her left arm- her good arm- which he draped around the back of his neck before he stood up.

She could feel his hand gripping the back of her thigh as he lifted her up onto his shoulder and she could feel the deep breaths he took as he began jogging towards the med area.

"It's okay, you're gonna be fine. I've got you." Tobias prayed his words were true as he felt (Y/n)'s face smothering against the centre of his back.

She would be okay, but the same couldn't be said for Archer.

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Intruder

A/N: this little story is for @slutforoldermen and @maisiestuff ! The inspiration comes from this* post here and I have brought the best I could to the function fr😮‍💨 tehehehe enjoy!!

Also don't mind the title I couldn't think of anything witty :'(

CW: sort of forbidden sex, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, begging, teasing, some humiliation.

Summary: (Four x reader) You decide to confront Four after days of cold and distant behavior towards you but you didn't expect to walk in on him...

Four was known for being tough and hard to get through to but that was no excuse for the way he had been treating you. Trainings had become even more rigorous and so had his demands. It wasn't your fault you had a sense of self preservation, something most of your other Dauntless initiates seemed to lack.

Your steps were short and fast, as you approached the block of apartments where Four lived. Your breaths were audible, partly due to your speed but also to the anger that coursed through your veins. He had no business calling you out and humiliating you in front of everyone simply because you had turned down the offer of standing before a target as the instructors threw knives around you. You wanted to tell him off to his face and now was your chance.

You knocked on the door confidently, crossing your arms as you awaited a response. You got none.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, knocking again even harder. And yet, the seconds ticked by and the door stayed closed. Your hand flew to the doorknob, even though you knew it would be locked but it didn't hurt to try.

To your surprise, the door opened with a slight creak, leading to Four's spacious studio. Your eyes quickly scanned the room for signs of him but were disappointed to find the lights off and his bed empty. You had almost given up hope as you turned to leave when you heard a noise. The sound of water running in the distance made you creep towards it.

Ah, so he's washing his hands, you thought to yourself as you pushed open the bathroom door. It all happened so quickly. As the door opened, your eyes fell on his naked, wet body, standing below the shower. And he'd heard you.

"What the f-" he screamed, interrupted by you slamming the door shut behind you. Now you really were breathing heavily and it was solely due to the adrenaline this time. You'd seen him fully. His toned back, arms, chest, and even his dick, water dripping off of him. He was so big and beautiful everywhere. Your cheeks flushed at the image that was flashing in your mind repeatedly as you covered your eyes in horror. He was your instructor! How were you ever going to face him again? He was going to make your life impossible now.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made your heart drop but you didn't turn around.

"You have five seconds to tell me why the hell you're here," Four said, his voice careful and cold as ice. You shivered in response, turning slowly as you thought of a good excuse. He stood before you, white towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes shooting daggers at you. You couldn't help but stare at the little droplets of water that remained on his chest, his abs, dripping down slowly past his navel.

"I came to see you," you choked out, "To tell you off, actually."

"What makes you think you can come see me?" he said carefully, his voice so soft it was dangerous. He took a step towards you, "What makes you think you can come into my house?"

"It was a mistake, honestly!" you protested, stumbling backwards, your hands fumbling to grab onto something, anything. You came in contact with the wall, gripping it tightly to keep you steady and upright in case your legs gave out. This had turned into a terrible idea.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice taking on an even more dangerous tone. Dangerous because it made you press your legs together tightly and hold back a whimper that dared to emerge from your mouth. You pressed your lips together tightly before speaking.

"I-I," you stuttered, your brain buzzing with filthy thoughts of the man standing in front of you.

He took another step towards you. "So sure on telling me off and now you can't even get a sentence out."

Your cheeks burned as he taunted you, now clearly unbothered by your presence in his house. He was excited even, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you.

He took yet another step towards, now just inches away from you. He was so close you could smell the warm musk that was coming from his skin. You silently fought back the urge to reach out and run your fingers along his glistening , muscular body.

"Why don't you tell me why you're really here?" He placed his free hand on his chest, the other one still tightly wrapped around the towel that barely covered him. If only it would just slip down a little.

You ducked your head down in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the smile that was pulling at the corners of your lips. "I already told you, I came to see you," you said softly, staring intently at the floor. That's when a piece of fabric fell. His towel.

"Take a good look then," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. He wanted you to see him as you'd seen him just moments ago. If you listened and brought your eyes up to him, there'd be no turning back. It was also a breach of conduct but again, you didn't care.

"Four," you murmured, as you brought your gaze back up to him tentatively, meeting his dark brown eyes instantly. Your heart raced as you pushed past the embarrassment of avoiding his naked body. Your eyes ran down his body, his wide shoulders and brawny arms. You took note of his veins everywhere, they were so noticeable and prominent. Taking your time now, your eyes scanned his strong chest, toned abdomen, and followed his happy trail further down, gulping as you saw him again.

And suddenly, his lips were on yours. His lips moved against your passionately, his tongue swirling erotically against yours, your breaths mixing in your colliding mouths. Your hands found him instantly, trailing down his chest lightly as he groaned into your mouth. You wanted him so badly, to taste him, to feel him, to hear him groan again. But his hands stopped you, holding them tightly in place even when you tried to free yourself.

"Stop," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He took a few steps back from you for good measure before pointing to your shirt. "Take it off."

You were used to cooperating with Four's orders but this one threw you off, a slight edge of self consciousness beginning to emerge.

"Take it off or you don't touch me," was all he said, making you whine in return. You complied quickly, slipping the top over your head, leaving you completely exposed. You could feel Four's eyes burning into your chest as you stood before him, your eyes never leaving his.

"And that," he said, gesturing to your pants, which came off just seconds after his command. You took a confident stride back to him, no longer bothered by the fact that you too were almost completely naked. Up on your tiptoes, your hands found his hair and your lips his own. You kissed him feverishly, breathlessly, feeling his hands snaking down your back, stopping to grab a handful of your butt, pulling you even closer to his body. You could feel him hardening against your stomach as you pressed yourself onto him eagerly, your fingers tangled and pulling at his hair.

Four took you in his arms, grabbing your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering softly when his cock grazed your clit as he walked you over to his bed.

"I haven't even really touched you yet and you're already making pretty, little noises," he murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you still straddling him. Now, with his cock fully between your legs, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear, there was no stopping you. Your hips moved against him almost instantly, seeking some sort of stimulation.

"Fuck," you sighed, as you rubbed your aching clit against him. His hands found your waist and guided your movements vigorously.

"Use me," he groaned, his eyes on your face, watching the pleasure on your face grow, "Just like that." You could feel the wetness of your panties start to spread, dripping down onto his throbbing cock. Your moans grew louder, as you began to reach your orgasm, griding against him at an even faster pace. His big, rough hands reached down to squeeze your boobs. Four's heavy breathing below you only fueled your desire, you were almost drunk on it. You knew you were only minutes away from climaxing, so when Four's hands held your waist still in place, it felt almost violent.

Your eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as you opened your eyes to find him smirking, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Get on your knees," he breathed, as you lowered yourself below him. You watched him mesmerized, as he stroked himself, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure, his moans were soft and breathless. You squirmed impatiently as the need to touch yourself grew, he was driving you crazy and he knew. You whined breathlessly, hoping he'd turn his attention back to you. You wanted so to badly to feel him in your mouth.

"Open for me," he said softly, bringing his hardened length to your eager mouth. You took him into your mouth greedily, swirling your tongue around his tip ardently, tasting his slightly salty precum. Four's hands stayed near you, one holding your hair back and the other softly stroking your cheek. With every movement you made, every lick and stroke, you felt him grow harder in your mouth. The situation itself was enough to give you a thrill of pleasure too, moaning around him occasionally.

"Fuck," Four grunted, leaning his head back in pleasure from the vibrations of your throaty moan. "Moan on my cock again," he almost begged, almost entirely lost in ecstasy. You moaned back in response as the man above you started to come undone, bucking his hips against your face. He felt so much bigger in your mouth when his speed picked up, no longer expecting you to bob up and down his length.

Four pulled himself out from in between your lips, his cock sliding out perfectly from the back of your throat, covered in your glistening spit.

"I want you inside of me," you begged, now with an empty mouth but begging to be filled someplace else. Four pushed you back onto the bed in response, prying your legs open as you bit your lip. Instead of sliding himself into you, he bent down, now eye-level with your pussy. He trailed feathery kisses along your inner thighs, making a point of avoiding where you really wanted him. But no amount of whining or whimpering would make him speed up.

After torturous seconds, Four's fingers slid up and down your wetness. His slick fingers rubbed soft, slow circles against your clit as your eyes rolled back. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch you and how. His fingers gradually sped up, the circles he was tracing becoming more precise before bringing his mouth down to you. Four's tongue took over for where his fingers had been, drawing lazier circles than before. You desperately wanted him to speed up, to fit one or two of his big fingers into you.

As if he'd read your mind, he brought a finger slowly to your opening, teasing his way in. His finger stretched you deliciously, sliding in and out with ease, curled slightly in hope of hitting your G-spot. Your moans became pornographic now, pulling on his hair as he hit the right spots, both inside and outside of you.

"Four," you gasped, interrupted by another trembling moan, "more," was the only word you could get out.

Four brought his mouth away from your drenched pussy, his finger still fucking you as he spoke. "You want my cock, don't you?" he taunted, watching you buck your hips against his hands, your body begging for more. You nodded quickly.

"Tell me," he breathed, "Tell me how badly you want it inside of you."

"I want it so bad," you whined, "Need you inside of me."

Instantly, Four stood up and found a condom, sliding it rapidly down his throbbing member. In one swift movement, you found yourself straddling him again, in charge once again. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, allowing him to stretch you out even further. Burying his dick in your pussy, he groaned and your own moans joined him. Steadily, you began to ride him, taking notice of how he gripped your boobs to keep you in place, his rough fingers brushing against your hardened nipples.

"That's it," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead, "Ride me. Ride my cock." He felt so good inside of you. You moaned his name as his mouth came onto your boobs, sucking on them as they bounced. His stubble left the skin around your boobs tingly as he turned towards the other one. His hands found your hips once again, speeding them up against his own moving hips.

The friction of your bodies, the sounds coming from him, and the sight of him was too much. You knew you wouldn't last much longer as he continued to hit your g-spot, digging your nails into his strong arms as the waves of pleasure hit harder.

"Yes," you whimpered, "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" he pressed on, wanting to hear more of your desperation.

"Mmm," you moaned back, your legs beginning to shake. You were just seconds away from the release you so deeply craved.

"Beg for it," he grunted, feeling his own orgasm slowly creeping up. But he'd hold out for you.

"Please," you begged frantically, unsure how much longer you could hold back. "Let me cum."

"You sound so pretty while you beg," he answered between breaths, "Cum for me then, cum all over my cock." And that was it, all you needed to hear.

You let the pleasure wash over you completely, taking over your body and your senses as you came. You threw your head back, moaning his name as you felt yourself clenching around him. Four wasn't far behind you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter as he buried his dick deep into you one last time as he came. Both of your hips came to a slowing stop as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you laughed breathlessly, in shock of what had just unfolded before you. You had actually had sex with your trainer. Four seemed as bewildered as you did but he didn't say anything. Clearly he wasn't used to hooking up with initiates, thankfully.

You laid there together silently for a couple of minutes. Four stroked your hair softly as your fingers traced imaginary lines along his arms. You were both sweaty but neither of you seemed to care. And then he spoke.

"So," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "Is you intruding my house going to become a regular thing?"

"Only if you want it to be," you smiled up at him, knowing very well that's what he wanted to hear.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully before a smirk appeared on his mouth, "Want to shower?"

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Y/N's finally going to try out his shower and not just catch him in it! tehehehe I think it's kind of a cute ending :)

[manny-jacinto]

DIVERGENT (2014) Theo James as 'Four' | dir. Neil Burger

[slothsluv]

“Are you afraid?”

PAIRING: Four x Reader

SUMMARY: [Following the Divergent movie] After learning your new result from the aptitude tests, Four wants you into his world to show you how to pass. He’s determined to make you pass.

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After learning your dear friend took the hard way of not accepting the fact he was going to become faction less, you felt fear take over your body. Your mind was running a thousand miles a minute after seeing your dead friend on the ground—how could I let him do this? You began rushing toward the doors that led outside, gasping for the fresh air of the odd morning to reach your drowning lungs. Before you could make it, you ran into a hard wall, looking up you see the hard wall being your instructor Four’s body.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled as you tried to walk past him but you felt his hand grip onto your arm. He pulled you towards him but you ripped away from him. “Stop, please Four.”

“It’s not your fault he chose this way.” He says. You look up at him and see the way his eyes glistened in the lights of the hallways. His eyes.

“Even if it’s not, I don’t deserve my position I have now. I feel like an intruder.. like I’m-” you stopped yourself from saying the word. You see Four furrow his eyebrows at you. “Like what?”

You let out a shaky breath and looked into his eyes. A tear sliding down your cheek before letting him know what you felt. “They’re going to kill me.”

You felt more tears slide down your face. You knew your fate. You knew what was going to happen to you once you reached the second level of the training. You were warned what was going to happen if you were caught. You were determined to train yourself to not get caught but once you saw the cold, dead body of your once good friend lying on the floor, that hope and determination escaped your mind.

You knew what was going to happen to you no matter how long and how much you train yourself to surpass it.

“Why do you say that?” He asked but it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like a rhetorical question—he knew why but he wanted me to tell him the reason.

I looked up at him, tears staining my red cheeks and my bloodshot eyes piercing through his.

“You know why.”

He clenched his jaw from your response and let out a hum. “Follow me.” He says, turning around and walking around the corner.

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion and followed his order. You followed right behind him, his body becoming your shield from the dim lights of the hallways. His silhouette figure on the walls devoured yours—it was alluring to you.

Once you both reached the room you have been in before for the fear tests, you watch as he takes off his jacket and set it on the chair. He looks up at you and gives you a small nod, letting you know you can close the door. You do so and face him again. He begins to prep like he would do before testing one of his trainees for the fear exam.

“You’re going into my world.” He states. You widen your eyes, taken back by what he just said.

You watched as he gets the metal syringe ready for the serum. What felt like seconds ago he was telling you to be careful—to watch what you say towards him as you watched the way his jaw moved from the food he put in his mouth. Now he was allowing you into his world of fears. Into what kept him up at night and took over the controls of his body.

“You’re just going to let me into your mind?” You asked in disbelief.

“Mhm.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you and you’re just letting me into your world.” You scrambled. The way the vibration of the words slipped off his tongue made you tingle—his voice was deep and husky, it filled you with something you didn’t understand.

“What do you want to know?” He asked, stepping closer to you. Instinct kicked in and you stepped back. He stopped and scanned over your body, “are you afraid?”

During the whole duration of what felt like hours of him getting ready for the transition, he kept his gaze fixed on you. It felt intimidating the way he held his eyes so confidently over your face—your body. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he lifted you off the net when you first jumped down, the way he held his gaze so strongly over you. The feeling of his hands gripping your waist as he helped you onto your feet was engraved onto your skin ever since. The first moment you locked eyes with him and saw how dark and dusky they were, they seemed empty and bare the first time you stared into them. It made you want to know more about what he put a front on.

“You need to know how to handle your fears correctly. How a Dauntless would. If you want to pass without being suspected of what you are.” He stated. You watched as he injected the serum into the skin of his neck and release the liquid. You scan over his face to see his reaction but he was emotionless; like he’s done this a million times. He walks over to you with the syringe in his hand, ready to inject you next.

“Why can’t we just practice with my fears? So I know how to face them when the time comes.” You asked. He ignores what you say as he grabs your face with his left hand, his right with the metal syringe ready to pierce through your skin. Before he does so, you feel the pad of his thumb caress gently over your cheek, like he knew it was going to hurt you but he wanted to protect you from the pain.

“This will be a lot easier. I can’t see your fears clearly on the monitor. I need to show you what you need to do to pass.” The tone of his voice felt like he was pleading with you, begging you to open up to what he was going to show you, but he also sounded afraid of what you might think once you go and experience his fears with him.

You nodded at his words.

You felt a slight pinch into your skin, your nose scrunches in pain and you let out a small sigh from the contact. He slightly raises his eyebrows, like he was letting you know he was sorry for what he did. After he was finished, he placed the metal tab on the outer corner of your forehead along with himself. He then guided you onto his lap in the chair, your back facing his chest as your legs intertwined on the chair that was centered in the corner of the room. You felt him grab the sides of your waist as you lifted yourself to lean back into him, the warmth that overtook his body was now intact with yours. It felt nice feeling the rising of his chest every time he took an inhale and feeling the breath come out of his mouth onto the baby hairs of your neck.

“You ready?” He whispered, his lips so close to your ears. You nodded in response. You were ready to see what kept his mind uneasy on days he thought too much. You wanted to know what pained him in his dreams and screamed him out of them.

“I’ll see you in there.”

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A/N: hello my dudes, I am back! And with my first ever imagine of Four. I hope you all enjoyed this as I enjoyed writing this for you all.

Please let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this of being in his hallucinations. This scene is my favorite part of the movie and I wanted to write a little something about it.

[skiiyoomin]

i beg you to write some tobias eaton jealousy smut where he gets all possesive and shit

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Content: SMUT CONTENT, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

a/n possesive tobias makes me feralll, also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

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ღNeed | Tobias Eaton

You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.

However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.

Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.

You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.

At one point, he unwrapped his arm from your waist and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, what he saw had him clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists. A random guy was towering over you, leaning a bit too close for comfort, your face clearly showed discomfort, which had Tobias immediately coming to your side.

"Are you ok darling? Is he bothering you?" He glared at the man as he asked the question, his gaze softening when he glanced back down at you. You meekly nodded, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with your lover.

"Oh come one babygirl don't play hard to get, we were having fun" The man reeked of alcohol making his nose twitch in disgust. His grip on your waist tightened. "She's clearly taken, so I would back off if I were you"

The man merely glanced at him before he drifted his attention back to you, continuing his advances. Tobias stepped in front of you, pushing a finger into the mans chest. "I said back off" He seethed.

Before he could answer, Tobias grabbed your hand and walked towards the door with a fast pace, leaving you no choice but to follow. Once you were walking down the empty hallways of the compound, you reached up to place your hand on his tense shoulders. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"..Tobias?"

You were answered with silence, and while you questioned the unusual behaviour, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to cause further tension.

Before you knew it, you were at the door of your shared apartment. As soon as the door closed, Tobias had you pressed up against the wall, his lips kissing yours in fervour. You were absolutely breathless, your mind going blank at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

He seperated from your lips, though only a mere centimeters. He gazed deep into your eyes, his own half lidded ones holding a dark lustful gaze. "You're mine" He growled. His low tone sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat.

He picked you up with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he manuvered with ease through the house and to your bed. Gently he plopped you down and crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you under him. His lips were back on yours, the tension rising as his hands roam your curves. Your shirt rode up with the movements and in one swift movement it was off, leaving you in your bra. His lips began to move down, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw and neck. You let out a breathy moan when he kisses the crevice of your neck. When he pulled back, he admired the series of hickeys decorating your neck.

With expertise, he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the side. Similarly to your neck, he began to spread hickeys wherever he could. Your back arched when his warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, the other teased between his thumbs. "Mmm Tobias" You breathed out, your hands on the back of his head, messing up his brown locks. He continued giving his attetion to your chest, switching between one nipple and the other until you were writhing underneath him.

"Please Tobias, I need it"

You whined, but he only seemed to want to tease you.

"Need what baby? Use your words"

"Fuck please, i- i need your cock"

That's all he needed to hear for him to remove the rest of your clothes as well as his own onto the pile on the floor. He placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs until you were wide open for him. The sight of your wet cunt made his dick twitch, a groan errupting from his throat at the sight. "Fuck baby you're already so wet for me, can't wait for this cock to fill you up hm?"

You nodded frantically, wanting to be filled up to the brim. You grinded your hips, needing to feel friction on your throbbing pussy. He leaned forward, pressing your legs to your chest as he lined up with your needy hole. Without any warning, he slammed into you, causing a loud moan to rip from you.

"I'm gonna show everyone who you belong to, who fucks you so hard you can't walk properly like a needy little slut"

You whined at the filthy words, but before you could even react, he was already slamming his hips into your ass, the dirty sounds of squelching filling the room.

He lifted your hips a little bit, allowing him to reach places you didn't know existed. Your head fell back onto the mattress, your jaw hung open while the most pornographic mewls left your mouth. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, your nails scratching his back adding to the feeling of pleasure.

Soon enough your back arched, your moans rising in pitch and your words turned into gibberish as you felt your orgasm reach its peak. Tobias quickened his pace, feeling his own release coming close.

"o-ooh my god f-fuck i'm gonna cum"

"cum for me baby"

With a couple more thrusts you were cumming all over his cock, your body jerked uncontrollably. Not long after he released his seed inside you, using your overstimulated hole to chase his high.

When you finally caught your breath, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "That was good"

He pressed kisses all over your face before looking at you with a smirk "Don't think I'm done with you"

[charlotteking27]

Eric Coulter with a breeding kink please!!?

I have no other details besides that 😬

Eric Coulter x reader

Warning: Smut, Praised, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sir kink, bd/sm breeding, corruption kink.

"Come in."

"You called for me, sir?" you asked, your voice a mix of anxiety and respect. Eric looked up from his paperwork, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. He couldn't help but admire your youthful beauty, the way your eyes shimmered with innocence. This very quality had sparked his interest in you, a stark contrast to the harshness of their world.

"Ah, yes," Eric replied, his voice smooth and authoritative. He gestured to the chair opposite him, but you remained standing, unsure of what to do next. He patted his lap with a smirk, his intentions as clear as the water in the Dauntless pool. "Come, sit here."

Your cheeks flushed a soft pink as you approached, the fabric of your uniform rustling against your thighs. You hesitantly perched on the edge of his knees, your heart racing as you felt the warmth of his body beneath you. The fabric of your shorts was thin, and you could feel his hardness growing against you as you shifted nervously. "Is…is there something wrong, sir?" you questioned, your voice trembling slightly.

"No, no," Eric chuckled, placing a comforting hand on your thigh. "I just want to have a little chat. You know, get to know my newest initiate a bit better." His hand began to glide upward, his thumb tracing circles closer and closer to the apex of your legs. You stiffened but didn't pull away, unsure of what was happening but too afraid to disobey his command. "I've noticed you've been excelling in your training," he continued, his voice low and seductive. "And I think it's time we…celebrated that."

The room grew quieter as he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck. His hand found the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath it to caress your stomach. You gasped, your body responding despite your mind's protest.

"Sir," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I don't think this is appropriate."

He chuckled again, his hand moving higher. "Appropriate? We're in the Dauntless, my dear. Here, we do what we want, when we want. And right now, I want you."

He captured your mouth in a kiss, his tongue demanding entry as his other hand reached up to unclasp your bra. You moaned into his mouth, your body betraying you as you felt his fingers graze your hardened nipples. The fear and confusion swirling in your mind only heightened your arousal, the power dynamics of their situation sending a thrill down your spine.

As he kissed you, his hand traveled further down, reaching the zipper of your shorts. He pulled them down, exposing you to the cool air of the room. He cupped your sex, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he broke the kiss to look into your eyes. "I want to see how much you want this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You bit your bottom lip, looking away shyly. But your body was speaking louder than words, your hips instinctively rocking against his hand.

The tension grew as his fingers slipped inside you, your wetness confirming your secret desires. You were his to take, his to claim in this twisted game of power and pleasure. You knew it was wrong, that you should fight back, but the thought of disappointing him was unbearable. "Oh, sir," you moaned, your voice filled with a mix of longing and submission.

Their breathing grew heavier, the sound echoing in the quiet office. Eric's eyes darkened as he watched you squirm on his lap, his own need growing by the second. He knew he had to have you, to mark you as his. It was a primal instinct, a craving that couldn't be denied.

With a swift movement, he lifted you onto the desk, your legs wrapping around his waist. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was the only disruption in their rhythm as he began to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the head of his cock pressing against you, eager to claim what was rightfully his. You were his to mold, his to train, and now, his to breed. Your heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as you felt the tip of him enter you, stretching your tight, untouched entrance.

The pain was sharp, but you stifled her cry, knowing that Eric expected you to be strong. He pushed deeper, filling you completely as you gripped the edge of the desk, your knuckles turning white. He took a moment to appreciate you, the way your body arched and your eyes rolled back in pleasure-laced agony.

"Look at me," he ordered, and you obeyed, your gaze locking with his. The intensity in his eyes sent a bolt of desire through you, making you want to please him even more. "You're going to take all of me," he said, his voice a growl. "And you're going to love it."

He began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. The desk creaked beneath them as he picked up the pace, his hands on your hips to guide your movements. You could feel him getting closer, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more erratic. "I'm going to fill you," he groaned, his breath hot in your ear.

You felt your walls clench around him, your body begging for release. You didn't know how much more you could take, but you didn't dare ask him to stop. This was his right as your leader, his reward for your hard work. And as much as you didn't want to admit it, you enjoyed the feeling of being owned, of being used for his pleasure.

Suddenly, his body tensed, and he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. He flipped you over, pushing you onto your hands and knees. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice strained with need. "I want to watch you cum for me first."

He entered you from behind, the new angle making you gasp. His hand reached around to play with your clit, his fingers expertly bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the heat building, your body tightening as you approached climax. "Cum for me," he urged his voice a low growl.

And with one final thrust, you did, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. He followed quickly after, filling you with his seed. They stayed there for a moment, both breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and desire.

The reality of what had just happened began to set in, and you felt a twinge of guilt. But as Eric pulled you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you pushed those thoughts aside. For now, you were his, and that was all that mattered.

Their bodies remained intertwined as Eric's hand continued to stroke your clit, your walls still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. He knew exactly how to keep you on edge, and you found yourself craving more of his touch despite your initial hesitation. His thumb circled your sensitive bud, the friction building until you were moaning incoherently.

With a final, deep thrust, he reached his peak, filling you completely. He groaned your name as he emptied himself inside you, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him momentarily breathless.

You felt a strange mix of satisfaction and vulnerability, your body still trembling from the overwhelming sensations.

They lay there for a few moments, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. The sun had fully set now, and the office was bathed in darkness, only the occasional flicker of candlelight dancing across their sweat-slicked skin.

As they both slowly came down from their high, Eric pulled out, his cock glistening with your arousal. He helped you stand, his arms supporting you as you wobbled slightly, your legs still weak from the intensity of their encounter. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the power you had just given him, and the bond that now linked them in this twisted dance of dominance and submission.

He kissed you softly, his hand caressing your cheek. "You did well," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before anyone gets suspicious."

"Thank you, sir," you murmured, your voice small and submissive. Eric smirked, pleased with your response. He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

He knew he had you, his thumb tracing your lower lip. You were his, to take and to train. The thought made him hard again, and he had to resist the urge to bend you over the desk once more. Instead, he led you to the small bathroom attached to his office, his hand on the small of your back, guiding you like a pet.

As they walked, you could not help but notice that his movements and words were efficient and practiced. This was not his first time playing this game, you realized, and a part of you wondered how many other initiates had found themselves in this very same position.

He turned on the shower, the water steaming up the small space. "In," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. You stepped under the spray, the water washing away the evidence of their encounter. Eric joined you, his body pressing against yours as he began to soap you up, his hands lingering on your curves, exploring every inch of your skin.

Your nipples pebbled under his touch, and you couldn't help but lean into him, your body craving more of his attention. He took this as a sign of your willingness and picked up the pace, his hands moving more firmly, more possessively. He knew he had to be careful, though. He didn't want to push you too far, too fast. This was just the beginning of their arrangement, and he had plans to enjoy you for a very long time.

Once they were both clean, Eric stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your body before you could even reach for one yourself. He dried you off, his eyes never leaving yours as he tenderly dabbed at the water droplets clinging to your skin. It was a strange mix of dominance and care that you craved more and more.

He led you back into the office, handing you a clean set of clothes. "Get dressed," he said, his voice still commanding. "We'll continue this tomorrow. I expect you to be ready for me."

You nodded, your heart racing as you slipped into the fresh clothes, feeling the fabric against your skin. It was as if you were donning a new identity, one that was intimately linked to Eric's desires. You felt a strange excitement at the thought of being his, of being the one he chose to fulfill his kink.

Once you were dressed, Eric handed you a small, leather-bound notebook. "This is your training log," he said, his tone serious. Write down every detail of our sessions—your thoughts, your feelings, your reactions. I want to know everything."

You took the book, your hands shaking slightly. "Yes, Sir," you murmured. It felt oddly intimate, and you liked it.

He nodded, satisfied. "Now, go back to your quarters. Get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow." With one last lingering look, he opened the door for you, and you stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, your mind racing with what the next day would bring

As you walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just signed away a part of yourself to him. But there was also a thrill in the unknown, an excitement that bubbled in your stomach like a pot left to boil too long.

[blackthornluce]

Shailene Woodley and Theo James as Beatrice "Tris" Prior and Tobias "Four" Eaton in DIVERGENT (2014). -I don't even know who I am anymore. -I know exactly who you are.

[theaawalker]

⌲;꒰ Hammock on the Hill ꒱ Eric C.

Pairing: Eric Coulter x fem!reader

Song Inspo: Home by Phillip Phillip

Word Count: 1,123

Summary: In a rare show of affection, Dauntless leader Eric finds himself traveling with Y/N to Amity to retrieve a personalized gift she insists on having: a hammock. During the journey, Y/N sees a glimpse into the softer, rarely-seen side of the hardened leader.

Warnings: Mild romance / sexual innuendos, implied emotional trauma or nightmares, slight language (e.g., "curse her short legs"), and power dynamics in relationship (subtle, not abusive)

Masterlist: See fandoms (pc-friendly)

He thinks it's lame. What is the point of a hammock when they have a perfectly fine bed. But everyone in the compound knows Eric won't tell her no. Even though he typically doesn't show affection in public, everyone knows he always gives her anything she asks for.

That's how they end up in Amity, of all places. The people of Amity have seen Y/N many times when she is meeting Johanna, as part of her leadership duties. However, they were not used to seeing Dauntless men who could be mistaken for tanks.

"Y/N. Why are they all staring and smiling at me," he asks as they began walking through the market.

"Eric, honey, that's why I make sure not to eat the bread when I have meetings with Johanna," she snickers and steals a glance at the handsome smirk on Eric's face. She loves being the reason he looks that way, even if she doesn't tell him very often.

"Was it really necessary to drag me to the land of the hippies for you to pick up this thing," Eric grumbles under his breathe, making her smile. She steps in front of him and puts her hand on his arm causing him to look down. Biting her lip she flicks her eyes up to meet his and puts her other arm on his shoulder.

"Baby, you know I need a big strong man to carry it for me," she says as she leans on her tip toes and gives him a peck on the lips. She maneuvers her lips as close to his ear as she can and whispers "If you didn't want to help me I could have asked Four," she breathes quietly with a grin knowing what the mention of his rival will do.

When she pulls back and looks into Eric's eyes she sees the fire in them and knows it's time. She bolts toward the end of the market laughing knowing he is right behind her. Eric easily catches up to her, curse her short legs, and wraps his muscular arms around her waist forcing her to a halt.

"Now, now, Stiff you behave yourself," he whispers in her ear then drops a kiss on her neck causing her to shiver. He spins her around and looks at her face while smiling before giving her a sweet kiss.

"Let's find this hammock so we can go home," he tells her and wraps his arm around her shoulder which causes her to automatically wrap an arm around his waist and lean into him as they fall into step together. They make it to the end of the booths and find a girl of almost choosing age who looks bored until she sees them. They both are sure they will see her at the next choosing.

"Y/N, hi, I have your hammock for you!"

"Oh, thank you Rose! I'm sure it's perfect." Y/N returns the girls greeting.

"So you had a- a special hammock made for you," Eric asks furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Nope, for us," Y/N giggles and he can't help but smirk hearing the sound. Rose comes from the back of the booth with a large hammock that she has rolled up and placed in a canvas bag. Smiling the entire time Y/N happily pays for the hammock, grabs Eric's hand and begins the walk back to the train stop.

"Are you going to let me see it?"

"Not a chance, handsome. You can see it when we get home," Y/N replies and kisses his cheek. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a small smile on his face. When they get to the Amity stop they board the train and begin making their way to Dauntless.

They walk into their apartment and lay the hammock on the coffee table. She sits in his lap and he wraps his arms around her pulling her to him as tightly as he can, allowing her to tuck her face into the crook of his neck. After minutes of sitting in the silence she raises her head and he looks into her eyes and he can see happiness with a hint of sadness. Before he can ask her about it she jumps out of his lap and begins opening the canvas bag.

"Do you want to help me put it up," she asks and gives him a small smile.

"You know I won't tell you no," he answers with a smile of his own. He moves from the couch and grabs the end of the hammock to let her unroll it. She holds the fabric and begins walking backwards while smiling. When the hammock is unrolled he takes a moment to stare at it, understanding why she had it special made.

The rope of the hammock is black. The fabric is different though. It is sectioned into three colors. The top color is Erudite blue and the bottom is Abnegation gray. In the middle is black with Dauntless flames in the center.

"It's us." She hears the way his voice is slightly husky and smiles at him. He pulls her to him and kisses her passionately.

When they pull apart he clears his throat, "It's great. I love you." Just like every time he says it her stomach erupts with butterflies and she kisses him.

"I love you," after a pause she winks at him and continues, "now help me put this in the corner babe." After 30 minutes the hammock was bolted into the wall and Eric climbed in it resting his left foot on the ground and held his arms open to her. Without a word she climbed in with him and snagged into his chest.

He gently rubbed circles on her back knowing it would help ease what was bothering her. After rocking the hammock with his foot and rubbing circles on Y/N's back for a few minutes he felt her breathing even out and knew she was sleeping.

Y/N was the first girl who ever looked through his bad attitude and good looks. The few women he had been with only wanted physical encounters but nothing meaningful. Y/N got to know him and learned all she could about him. They became friends.

One day they were in the training room sparring and she knocked him down and sat on him to pin him in place. They were looking in each others eyes smiling and he leaned in and kissed her. It was nothing he had ever felt before and he knew she was going to be special.

Their relationship began to grow and they became even closer. They would sit and talk for hours and he loved how her eyes would light up when she would speak about her mother and her friends, even her specific leadership duties. One night they had stayed up at his apartment so late they fell asleep together in his bed.

The next morning he woke up holding her close to him. Because they were leaders, both of their apartments were in the pire and had windows to outside. The morning sunrise was shinning on her face in a soft orange glow and he realized he, the ruthless Eric Coulter, was in love with Y/N.

He is pulled from his thoughts when he feels Y/N stiffen and squeeze him in her sleep. He looks at her sleeping face and sees that she no longer looks peaceful. Her eyebrows are pulled together and her perfect lips are shaped into a frown.

"Baby, are you having a nightmare," he whispers to her but he gets only another squeeze in response. He begins running his fingers through her hair and holds her tighter as they rock.

"Sh, Y/N, baby. It's okay. You're okay." "I'm here. I'll always protect you," he whispers and softly kisses her head.

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His Angel ⪩⪨

Four (Tobis Eaton) x Fem!Instructor!Reader

A/N: I wrote this at 12 am 0-0, i apologize if hes OOC.

very self indulgent >.<..!!

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You could hear the faint pitter-patter of the rain outside, the Boom of the thunder & the bright flashes of lightening. But there was another sound that broke the otherwise tranquil silence.

Broken, soft sobs.

Four lay in your arms, the scratchy blanket the compound provided curled around you both. His body shook gently; like a scared kitten, or perhaps, a leaf in the wind. It would be strange, to outsiders if they saw him in that moment, because Four kept his emotions locked tight within himself, but you broke that lock long ago. To Four, you were the definition of an angel… beautiful, loving & his. It was nights like this that he cherished you the most, the nights where he’d breakdown for once. Not because he thought you were unfaithful or because he was hurt.. more so because he thought you’d eventually leave him.

“Don’t go..” he whispers gently into your neck, leaving small, feverish kisses on the sensitive skin. His hands gripping your waist, your arms tracing up and down the intricate inking on his back, his muscles flexing every know and then. Tan skin melted into an inky abyss. A beautiful abyss in your eyes. With a soft, tired sigh you respond, “I won’t, not till death do us part.”

Death.

Something that seemed so destructive to most, seemed peaceful to you both in a way. In Fours mind, he’d face death a thousand times over to keep you, & you’d do the same. It was these nights that you would use his legal name. Where he was Tobias not Four. His body eventually calmed, his grip on you loosened a bit, and before long he was asleep. Peaceful, with his angel safely beneath him.

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[thewhirlwindchronicles]

i heard we were looking for divergent requests 🫣

give me four and an initiate!reader and i’ll love you forever fam. i’m a sucker for a jealous man that pines

no pressure, i hope you have a wonderful day! 💗

Unspoken||Tobias Eaton (Four) x GN!Initiate!Reader

Summary: Four knows he can’t have you. He’s your instructor, and there are rules—rules he’s never once considered breaking. But watching you laugh with Uriah, watching you get closer to someone who isn’t him, stirs something dark inside him. When a reckless moment puts you in danger, Four is forced to admit what he’s tried so hard to ignore.

A/n— there are like NO divergent tags 😭😭😭

Four tells himself that it’s just part of being an instructor—watching over his initiates, ensuring they’re strong enough to survive Dauntless. But when it comes to you, it’s different.

You’re a light in a place that thrives in shadows, a spark of something untamed that no one has managed to break. And Four knows he shouldn’t be drawn to that. Shouldn’t want to protect it more than he protects the others.

But he does.

He watches the way you fight, how you push through pain without complaint. The way you throw yourself into every challenge with fire in your eyes. He tells himself it’s admiration. That’s all.

Until you smile at him. Until your fingers brush his arm during training, too quick to be anything intentional, but enough to make his skin burn. Until you look at him like he’s something more than just your instructor—like you see him.

And that’s when he realizes—he’s in trouble.

Zeke calls him out for it, but it’s not just Zeke. Everyone sees it. The way he holds your gaze a second too long. The way his jaw tightens when you’re close to someone else. The way he doesn’t push you as hard as the others, because some part of him can’t stand to see you break.

But he’s Tobias Eaton before he’s Four, and Tobias Eaton doesn’t deserve good things.

Four knows exactly how dangerous attachment can be. He learned it in the beatings his father gave him, in the way pain can twist love into something cruel. He vowed never to be like Marcus, never to let himself become something that could hurt someone else.

He keeps people at arm’s length for a reason. Because when you care, people can use it against you. When you care, people can leave.

And Four doesn’t think he can handle that—not from you.

You’re young, full of life. You still believe in the world, in loyalty, in love. And Four… he doesn’t know if he believes in anything anymore.

That’s why he fights this. Why he pretends. Because letting you in means risking everything.

But then you get hurt.

Four has seen initiates take beatings before. It’s part of training. Pain is expected.

But this time is different.

He sees the moment your guard slips, the second your opponent’s fist connects with your ribs, and something inside him snaps.

He moves before he thinks, breaking his own rule—stepping in too soon, too fast. “Alright that’s enough!” He yelles out making everyone around stop and stare at him The rage in his voice isn’t just about fairness. It’s about you. The sight of blood on your lip, the way you wince when you breathe. It shouldn’t make him feel like this.

But it does.

And that terrifies him more than anything.

Later that evening You’re both standing in the hallway, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Four is good at keeping his emotions buried, but tonight, they’re clawing their way out.

“This isn’t working,” he says.

The words taste bitter. Like giving up before he even starts.

You cross your arms. “What isn’t?”

“The way I feel about you.”

It’s out before he can stop it.

Your breath stutters, and he sees the way your fingers grip your arms, like you’re holding yourself together. He almost takes it back—almost convinces himself that he can keep pretending.

But then you whisper, “What if I want you too?”

And he’s undone.

It shouldn’t change anything, but it does. It makes the air too thick, makes his pulse race, makes every rational thought crumble beneath the weight of want.

“I’m your instructor,” he tries. “You’re an initiate.”

“Does that change how you feel?” you challenge.

He exhales sharply. “No.”

He doesn’t realize how close you are until your fingers brush his. A small touch, barely anything. But it wrecks him.

And this time, he doesn’t pull away.

Because for the first time in years, something in him whispers that maybe—just maybe—he deserves this.

[lilithslittleworld]

can you write something with tobias eaton ?? preferably heavy making out and fluff. i think both of you being instructors/trainers . you can do anything you want

His Girl

A/N: yes ofc! The idea of this fanfic is that Tris never chose Dauntless and captured Four’s attention, you did🤭 I hope you enjoy it!

Sidenote: I LOVE getting requests from you guys, they’re so fun to write, so thank you:) There is also another Author's Note at the end of the fic!

Summary: After a first brutal year in Dauntless, Four managed to get you an instructors position alongside him. However, you can't help but wonder if the soft glances and brushing of hands is strictly professional or if it's something else...

Sometimes when you opened your eyes, you still expected to be in the dorms with the other new initiates. It had been months since you'd gotten your own little studio but it didn't always feel real. You liked having a space all to yourself, for your things, and without having to share. If that made you selfish, you didn't care.

You rubbed your eyes groggily, staring out of the one tiny window your flat had. "Another gray day," you mumbled, pulling yourself out of your bed. To call it a bed was an overstatement but you were forever grateful for that spare mattress Christina didn't want.

The sound of voices grew as you walked down the narrow corridor that led to The Hub. You could distinguish a few: some were other instructors and some came from your own initiates. You liked your bunch, especially since they were the first you were training. As for the rest of the instructors, the majority were fairly nice, some more than others. But only one stood out. Four.

Your feelings towards Four were unclear. On the one hand, he had trained you well, even landed you a job beside him. But your feelings towards him weren't solely professional. No, there were moments in your lonely nights that you imagined him taking you into his strong arms, his lips against yours, protecting you from a danger you both knew didn't exist. You knew that dating instructors wasn't off limits but it couldn't possibly be permissible, socially at least. The rest of trainers usually kept to themselves, indulging in the occasional hookup or fling but it was never anything more serious. Hooking up with Four sounded spectacular but it also didn't feel genuine.

You found your fellow instructors in the middle of the hub, going over that day's training no doubt. Four's back was facing you, as he spoke with Eric, turning his face slightly as he did. You knew he'd seen you out of the corner of his eye when he spun around halfway to meet your gaze.

"Y/N," he nodded at you, his eyes fleeting over your face quickly.

"Four," you responded, standing a few inches away from him.

"Ready for today?" he mused.

"Like always," you said, rolling your eyes and punching him lightly in the arm.

"Getting stronger, Y/N," he said, a small smirk pulling at his lips, "Careful or I'll have to hit back."

You gawked at him in a mock shock, your eyes widening. "You wouldn't dare."

Four shrugged, "You're not my student anymore. There are no rules that say instructors can't fight."

"Oh yeah?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow at him, "See me after class." You took off towards the training room, not bothering to hear his response. Though you knew you had caused an impression.

Your classes that day went by quickly, the minutes ticked closer to your break, closer to seeing Four again. You were thankful to have passed initiation but there was a tiny part of you that missed spending greater part of your days with Four, even if it was through the means of enduring physical hardships and fist fights with others. That's usually how trainings went anyway.

As the final initiates thinned out of the crowd they'd formed around you, the silhouette of one caught your eye as you bent down to pick up the scattered equipment left behind. It didn't take you long to realize it wasn't one of your students, as none of them were nearly that tall, that strong. Or that silent for that matter.

"Right on time," you said coolly, not bothering to glance over at Four as you retrieved knife after knife from the floor.

"I take all of my altercations very seriously," he replied, his voice sounded even deeper in the empty training room.

"Ah," you smiled, spinning around to find him staring down at you, his arms crossed. "Is this what this is?"

"I'll remind you that you're the one who told me to see you after class," he smirked, rolling his eyes, "I've done my homework, haven't I?"

"Very punctual," you answered, tilting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. Four chuckled lightly in response.

"I hate to burst your bubble, though," he said, shaking his head slightly, "I don't have a huge appetite for kicking your ass tonight, Y/N."

"Never took you as a coward, Four!" you gasped, the sarcasm thick in your voice.

"There's nothing cowardly about not wanting to fight on a first date," he replied matter-of-factly. A thrill ran through your body at his words, a hint of blush lingering on your cheeks.

"Is this what this is?" you asked, the shock on your face this time was real but you hid it well.

"Only if that's what you want," he said slowly, taking in your bewildered state. Or maybe you hadn't been as discreet about your surprise as you'd thought.

"Of course," you blurted out, "I just wasn't sure if I was picking up on the right vibe, that's all."

"You're not very easy to read either, you know that?" he shook his head, his shoulder moving as he chuckled.

"Mhm," you huffed, tossing the last few knives back into their container, making sure to hide your suddenly flushed face.

Twenty minutes later, Four had dragged you to The Pit once again. Only now, the seemingly welcoming vibe had been replaced with a much tougher crowd. A quick scan around you gave you the answer. A competition. Most things in Dauntless seemed to be life or death but swinging across the Chasm on a ragged, old rope sounded like a solid death sentence.

"You brought me to swing to my death?" you asked Four sourly, careful as to not make your excitement noticeable in your voice.

Four's lips tugged into a smile. "Not you, obviously. We're here to watch."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, turning towards him now, "You don't think I can do that?"

"Let's be honest, Y/N, out of the two of us, I'm the expert in ropes," he replied coolly.

"We'll see about that," you muttered, your feet taking off beneath you as you finished your sentence. You were determined to prove him wrong. Was it risky? Yes but how hard could swinging from a rope be?

You were sure Four's voice was calling out for you in the auditory blur that surrounded you but you didn't care. Pushing past the bystanders, you made your way to the edge of the Chasm. A dozen of big-looking Dauntless members stood waiting for the next opponents. That's when you realized there were two ropes, one for you and one for someone else.

"What're you waiting for?" a small, yet strong Dauntless man called out at you.

"We won't bite!" said another, "Sheela's been standing here for a while," he said, gesturing at a tall, brawny Dauntless woman that stood holding one of the ropes.

"Well, I'm sure I was worth the wait," you replied, your voice loud and even.

The Dauntless members laughed, a few looked at you with bewildered faces.

"Well, little lady, step right up," the man said, "You'll have to reach the rope though."

You walked right to the edge, suddenly aware of how far the rope was from you. You would have to lean over the edge quite a bit to grab it. The good news was that if you did, there would be something to hold onto. You didn't want to think about the bad news.

You reached out a shaking arm towards the rope, leaning your body forward as you did. Your fingertips brushed the coarse, prickly line, trying anxiously to pull it towards you. You knew you needed another inch of inclination. Taking a deep breath to steady you, you pushed your body even further.

Thankfully your calculations had been precise, as the rope was now in your tight grip and your body around it. Screams emerged from behind you as you fell forward, many thinking you had missed it altogether. But no, your legs had twisted around it and your hands were holding you close to it. The problem now? You were quite literally over the Chasm.

"Y/N!" Four's voice sounded louder over the rest of people cheering you on, though many still seemed doubtful about your fate. "Swing!" he yelled. And they call this man a genius.

"I got it," you called out, knowing very well he wouldn't see you rolling your eyes at him from this distance.

"She's got it!" the Dauntless men who had teased you earlier yelled back at him. Four's eyes shot daggers back at them but didn't say a word.

They were right of course, you did have this under control. You swung yourself back and forth, each swing bringing you closer to the stone ledge. You used the momentum of your last push to reach out one of your legs, pushing your foot down firmly on the pavemented edge as you pulled the rest of your body back to safety.

The crowd behind you hooted and cheered for your triumphant return. Four's face seemed slightly more relaxed at seeing you back on the floor. He even seemed to smile.

Sheela seemed to be the only one not celebrating. "Are we doing this or not?"

The shorter Dauntless man held up a hand to both of you before turning to the crowd that only seemed to be growing. "The rules are simple. Step one: grab the rope," he grinned at you for a split second, "Step two: swing across the Chasm to the other side. Step three: climb the eastern wall and retrieve the arrow. Step four: come back before your opponent does."

There was no turning back now. Another Dauntless woman held a pistol up in the air, ready to fire the shot that would send you and Sheela swinging towards a very probable death. The shot rang through the silent Chasm loud and clear, the sound bouncing off the walls around you.

In an instant you were running towards the edge, wrapping your body around the rope once more as you swung yourself over the black abyss. You made sure to give yourself a few swings here and there as you neared the other side. Worst case scenario would be to get trapped in the middle and have to rely solely on your inertia to reach solid ground again. Luckily, once again, everything had gone according to plan. A few minutes later, your feet were on the surface of the other side of the Chasm. Sheela hadn't been so fortunate.

"Nice, Y/N!" Four called out from the other side of the Chasm. He was now standing next to the other Dauntless men, near the edge where you had stood just moments before.

You let out a breathy laugh as you tied the rope around a rock. No one had said anything about that and this way, you'd have one less step to think about. The walk to the eastern wall was short but you made sure to focus on your feet. The accidental slip of a foot could send you down. The arrow was lodged about fifteen feet up, in a small crack. This side of the Chasm wasn't as smooth, thankfully. There would be many spots to place your feet on as you climbed it.

You jumped up, arms reaching for the first rock that seemed pushed out, grabbing onto it tightly as you surveyed the rest of the wall. The climb was exhausting, so much stretching and rearranging your feet but the impending doom below you motivated you enough to not stop. You could hear the others cheering for you across the opening as you continued scaling.

About ten feet up, your extremities began to tremble. It started slowly but ultimately ended up wracking your entire core. You suddenly became aware of every droplet of sweat that dripped down you. But you couldn't brush them away. The arrow was now just a foot away from you. It was so close but your body was so weary that it felt like miles afar.

"Come on, Y/N!" Four's voice interrupted your troubling thoughts "Climb!"

His voice brought back a spark inside of you, one that pushed your body to its edge as you reached up towards the next ledge. The arrow was lodged safely in the wall but pulling out was the simplest thing you'd done this night. You let out a sigh of relief as you held it in your hand, resting your feet on the ledge you'd just held.

"That's my girl!" Four shouted with pride, his hands cupped around his mouth. His words sent a shiver down your spine and a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

You had half a mind to check on your opponent, who happened to be scaling halfway up the wall to your right. You couldn't get distracted now, you still had to climb back down. Placing the arrow in your mouth to free both hands, you began your descent to safety. The way down was much easier, since you had already learned where to step and where not to.

In a matter of minutes, you were back on the ground, running towards the rock you had tied your rope around. Sheela was just seconds away from reaching her arrow but you knew her climb down would be as quick as yours.

Wasting no time, you untied your knot and took a couple steps back to give your swing more momentum. This last step of the competition was the least of your worries. You swung yourself for the last time, your feet pushing off of the ground firmly.

Four waited for you on the other side, his arms ready to catch you as you came closer. You flew right into them, sending you both toppling to the floor. In a blur of seconds, the Dauntless group had pulled you up into their arms, throwing you up in the air as they celebrated your victory. You craned your neck back to catch a glimpse of Sheela, who was still on the other side of the Chasm.

A pair of strong arms caught you. Four smiled down at as he slipped you away from the crowd. It would be a matter of seconds before they realized you weren't among them.

"Had me worried for a second there, Y/N," he smirked as he walked.

"I had it under control," you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughed, his whole body shaking against you. "Believe me, this wasn't my idea of a first day."

"Well I'd say it was one of the best in the books," you smiled and you meant it.

"You're insane, Y/N," he said, shaking his head in bewilderment as you reached a quieter part of The Pit. Four set you on your feet gently.

"No, I'm your girl," you said softly, smiling up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Oh, without a doubt," he murmured, his lips just centimeters away from your own.

"What am I going to have to kiss you too?" you teased him, running your fingers through his hair.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he laughed breathlessly before bringing his lips to yours. You expected a gentle kiss but there was a force and urgency behind it that made your heart flutter. Four's lips were so warm and soft and his arms wrapped protectively around you sent you spiraling. You needed him in a way you'd never felt before. You pushed your body closer to his, pulling his hair as his hands made their way to the the small of your back. Four's tongue found yours, swirling against it. Your breaths mixed with his own, his toned chest rising and falling as you kissed him. His lips moved against yours ardently, pulling you impossibly closer to him, the warmth of his body consuming you. He was driving you crazy.

You pulled away quickly before you did anything stupid like ask him to spend the night. It took you both a few seconds to compose yourselves before Four spoke.

"So, next date?" he began, playing softly with your hair.

"Who says there's going to be a next date?" you challenged, fulling aware that you were being a pain in the ass tonight but Four seemed to love it.

"I'm going to have to fight you for that," he said seriously.

"Sounds like we have date number two," you giggled, before you pulled Four back in for another kiss.

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A/N: I realize this isn't too fluffy so I apologize and will definitely write the second date if you'd like!!! (and with a spicier ending!)

[ilguna]

Hey! I love your work so much. Can you do 4 with four (tobias) from divergent ?

☼ succeed (tobias eaton) ☼

warnings; swearing, fighting, blood mention.

wc; 2.4k

prompt; 4. "Why do you sacrifice so much for me?"

notes; tweaked canon, obviously. not really noticeable unless you’re a huge fan.

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Dauntless initiation is—unsurprisingly—far from what you thought it would be. To be fair, you’re not entirely sure what exactly you were expecting in the first place. All you know was that you were going to be in for a ride when they made you jump on and off of a moving train directly after transferring. 

This gave you a clue of what was to come, of course, but you took it in a different direction. If they wanted to see how daring you could be by risking your lives, then maybe that meant you’d be doing dangerous tasks throughout the rest of the month. 

On the first day, you assumed that you’d be learning how to throw away your inhibitions and solely rely on your instincts. An idea that isn’t incredibly outlandish when it comes to Dauntless. After all, they’re the ones in charge of security and wall perimeter—the jobs that can end up being deadly.

This is why you didn’t have a significant reaction when you were informed by Four that they’d be introducing you to self-defense. They proceeded to hang you a gun, gave you a target, and told you to shoot until your bullets were gone. And after lunch, they brought you to a large room where you were taught how to properly fight an opponent.

This is when reality had begun to set in. They were not teaching you this in case the situation ever arose, but because they wanted you to use it in the coming week. You’re going to be forced to defend yourself, whether you like it or not. They were just being courteous enough to teach you how to, first.

You didn’t figure this out until yesterday when you saw the chalkboard. While it had previously been devoid of writing, it suddenly held a list of names side by side, pairing initiates up together. For the first few minutes, you were under the impression that it was for sparring.

When they sent Al and Will into the center circle together, instructed to fight one another, you looked at Four. You found his eyes already on you, arms crossed over his chest, face hard. In that moment, you remembered all of his warnings for you to pay close attention to the way he’d been throwing his kicks and punches.

It’s not like you were ignoring him, but you did continuously brush him off because he was being overbearing. He must’ve taken this as you just being a know-it-all Erudite, leaving you to figure it out on your own. You’d have to learn one way or another that your logic wouldn’t help.

When really, you hadn’t heard him when he said that you’d be fighting your fellow initiates. 

You were a deer in headlights when the rules were explained. In these fights, you are to keep going until one of you is unable to continue. And while you could concede, it won’t be done without going unpunished. In the old rules, a brave man can acknowledge the strength of others. In the new rules, made by the newest Dauntless leader, a brave man never surrenders.

You think Four may have recognized that a mistake was made. He was quick to come up with an escape, albeit at the cost of your pride. He called you out in the middle of Eric’s explanation, telling you not to be sick on the floor unless you wanted to clean it. All you had to say was that breakfast wasn’t settling well, and you were excused to go sit down with a trash can.

With there being ten initiates in your group, there should’ve been five fights. You sat out, making it four, but none of you made it past the second one. Will and Al fought just fine, Al even won. The next fight to happen was Christina and Molly, which was following the same pattern as the first fight, until Christina decided that she wanted to concede.

That’s when you were informed that a punishment would go along with it. Eric was pissed, dragging Christina all the way to the chasm in the Pit that hangs above the river, barking at the rest of you to follow. He then made her climb to the other side of the railing and forced her to hold on to the bridge by her hands until he was satisfied.

When she didn’t fall to her death, you were dismissed for the rest of the day. This destroyed your plan of analyzing the fighting techniques of the others to figure out what you’re supposed to do. To make up for it, you thought you could come practice in the middle of the night, but the doors were locked.

So, to put it lightly, you’re screwed. The only way to learn now is from the fights that will be taking place, and even then you’ll still be at a disadvantage no matter how you approach it.

As soon as you step foot into the training room, your eyes find the chalkboard, curious to who you’ve been paired up with today. Yesterday, it was supposed to be Tris, the Abnegation transfer. She would’ve been a good first fight to figure out how you want to be in the ring, but that opportunity has passed.

Today, you are given more of a challenging opponent—Peter.

“Oh no,” A voice says, you glance over your shoulder to see that Christina is limping her way over to Tris. Her face is fairly bruised from the beating she received from Molly yesterday. “At least you aren’t paired with Peter.”

Both of them look in your direction, and you accidentally lock eyes with Christina for a moment. You press your lips together in disgust and turn away, no longer interested in their conversation. You are not a member of Erudite anymore, but that doesn’t mean they’ll stop seeing you that way. Not until you prove to them that you’re not snot-nosed. 

You turn your attention to Peter, who’s got a good few inches on you. Which wouldn’t be an issue, much less have you worried, if he didn’t have the muscle he does. This fight could easily go two ways, but you have a feeling it’s leaning in his favor more than yours. 

“Maybe she can just take a few hits and pretend to go unconscious.” Al suggests loud enough for you to hear. “No one would blame her.”

You grit your teeth at the idea of taking the cowards way out, something that you won’t be doing, no matter how tempting it is. Even if it does work out in your favor, there’s no telling what Eric will do to you when he figures out that you’d faked it. While he made Christina hang from the chasm by her hands, he’d tell you to do something much worse. Or kick you out of initiation altogether for not having the Dauntless heart.

Which isn’t true. You belong here.

Fortunately, you and Peter are not the first fight of the day, it’s Edward and Molly. You might as well be, though. The pair of you are listed directly underneath them. You think that you’d even prefer being the first to go. If you could get it out of the way, you would.

As you mindlessly watch Edward and Molly, you try to pick out some of their moves to remember with Peter. Four had taught the group of you the basics to get started, he never said that you couldn’t mix in what you know as well. Which is nothing, because you’ve never got into a fight before. There was never a need to.

The personalization works out in Edward’s favor. The technique that Molly had used yesterday on Christina is fairly predictable. On top of that, she’s not fast enough to keep up with Edward’s pace. It’s only a matter of minutes before she’s beaten near-unconscious. That’s when Drew and Peter work together to peel her off of the wooden floor and to the nearest wall to recover.

In the short time you have, you take a couple of deep breaths, shaking your hands to rid the anxious energy that’s fueling your body. You make eye contact with Four briefly, and in this time, he gives you a solid nod. He’s confident in your abilities, more so than you are. It’s a shame that you’re probably going to let him down.

Still, you walk your way to the white circle, standing at one end of it while you wait for Peter. When he finally turns his attention to you,. There’s a smile spread across his face, 

“You okay there, Blowhard?” Peter teases, you can almost feel your eyes bulge out of your head at the nickname. “You look like you’re about to cry. I might go easy on you if you cry.”

“Did you just call me a Blowhard?” You sputter out a laugh. “What does that make you, a Crybaby?”

You look past Peter, at Four, who’s standing side-by-side with Eric. His face is twisted, focused hard on the two of you in the ring. Eric, on the other hand, is tapping his foot quickly, impatience shining through.

Peter raises his hands by his face, elbows and knees bent as he begins to prepare for the fight. “Come on, (Y/n). Just one little tear. Maybe some begging.”

Without warning, you swing your leg at his side, intending to land a kick. He’s prepared for this, grabbing your ankle and yanking you forward, pulling you off balance. You land on your back, but quickly twist to get back to your feet, fists returning, readying yourself.

“Stop playing with her.” Eric suddenly snaps. “I don’t have all day.”

This is enough for Peter, as the amused look on his face disappears. His movement is one giant blur, but the pain in your jaw is sharp, as it continues to spread across your face. For a moment, bright white stars and a black void flow across your vision, taking your balance with it. 

You blink rapidly, backing away from Peter as you try to get the room to stop swaying. This lasts for a few seconds at most, because Peter is moving just as quickly as Edward had been. He appears in front of you, foot slamming into your stomach, stealing the air from your lungs. 

You clutch your ribs as you fight through the pain in your abdomen. Peter takes this as an invitation to come closer, but you’re expecting this. You catch his fist as you slide your foot between his legs, tripping him. Instead of falling forward, you throw him back, twisting his arm in the process.

You land on your knees hard. The dull pain is at the front of your thoughts for a second before you’ve got your first slamming into Peter’s nose. You get two hits in, then he takes a fistful of hair at the back of your head, yanking. He repays the favor by punching you in the nose.

It doesn’t matter how hard you kick or slap, because he’s got a tight grip. The next hit he lands is to your ribs, in the same place that you’d been holding onto moments prior. You open your mouth, letting out a strangled cry, and a metallic taste spreads over your tongue. One word comes to mind; blood.

He lets go of your hair, shoving you away. You land on your palms, gasping through your lips, eyes blurry with tears as you search the ground for the white paint. You begin to crawl away, wanting to put some distance between the two of you while you take a breath, but he grabs your ankle, dragging you back toward him.

He draws his foot back, and despite knowing what’s coming, you don’t move in time, letting the toe of his shoe sink into your skin. You cough, the next few seconds are agonizing as you forget how to breathe, like a fish out of water.

“That’s enough.” Four’s voice breaks through the silence. “Get her out.”

“She’s still moving.” Eric tells him. “She gets out when she can no longer go on.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you move to roll over. You won’t play pretend, you refuse to take the easy way out. You are not an Erudite anymore, you won’t run. You’re going to fight.

Somehow you manage to get to your feet, fists raised, eyes barely focusing on Peter long enough to keep track of him. You gather the blood in your mouth, spitting it at his feet.

“Come at me, you little bitch.” You murmur.

Peter flies across the circle, fist coming at your face. You manage to catch it with one hand, and with the other, you slap him with an open palm. The sound of skin-on-skin fills the air, there’s a few audible gasps in the room.

It’s over, you think. Just before Peter knocks your lights out.

When you come back to Earth, you’re suspended in the air, swaying from side to side. You’ve never been motion sick before, but the dizziness is so hard to handle that this is enough to send you over the edge.

“‘M gonna be sick.” You mutter.

The world stops moving for a second, and then you’re placed on your feet. Your hands reach for something to hold on to as support. They come into contact with another hand, which you wrap your fingers around tightly as your breakfast comes back up as a liquid.

When you’re done, you turn to face the person who had just been holding you in their arms. You’re met with Four, who has his eyebrows raised, waiting for you to say something.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For putting me down.” You breathe, leaning over with your hands on your knees. “And for trying to get me out of there. And for delaying my fight yesterday.”

When you look at him again, there’s a softer look on his face, different from the scowl that you’re used to seeing. He reaches over, rubbing a hand over your back. “It’s okay, (Y/n).”

“You could’ve gotten in trouble with Eric.” You say, shaking your head as you move to stand straighter. “Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

Four opens his mouth, and then closes it. It’s silent between the two of you for a minute as he decides how he wants to respond. Or maybe he’s thinking that you’ll change the subject. With your persistence, he sighs.

“Because you’re different.” 

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this was part of my 3k celeberation!!

[manny-jacinto]

ROMANCE IN MEDIA

[2/?] favorite scenes ↳ DIVERGENT (2014)

[stellacstn]

I have a really weird taste in men.

let me show it in just one picture:

full list of my husbands (or maybe not), some of them are toxic af that could cause chernobyl radiation and the other half is an angel walking on earth (i’m obsessed with baldwin and morpheus, so i could put these two in just one huge picture but yeah…)

p.s. valtor and edward look hilarious among them ngl, can’t believe i put my childhood crush in this picture 💀 i used to be a wild kid it seems..