#eric divergent/ofc

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Leave a Light On | Eric Coulter x OFC | Canon Divergence AU | Moodboard

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"Do you not know who I am? My name has echoed through every abandoned building in Chicago. Every unfortunate soul has heard of me. And, after today, every fortunate one will too."

Read it on AO3 or Wattpad.

[moonxbat98]

Main Cast cover

Gaspard Ulliel as Dorian Kingston

Jai Courtney as Eric Coulter

Madeline Rae Mason as Mallory Thatcher

Nathan Fillion as Andrew Fallon

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Divergent Masterlist

Eric

On a separate page due to the sheet amount...

Four

Ever - Four/OC (PG) She’s tired of competing with a dead girl.

Still - Four/Tris (PG) He should have saved her.

Already There - Four/OC (PG) Something’s changed. She expects the worst.

General

The Side Effects of Theft (PG) Prompt: “Bread with peace serum is accidentally distributed to Dauntless and OFC is affected.

Worth Dying For (G) Dauntless is more.

[regulus-cannot-swim]

Hii! I just wanted to say that I love your fics!! Your writing is SOOO GOOD!!

Anyways, I also wanted to request a fic:) about Eric Coulter being in a relationship with reader and they're both instructors for the transfers. After a very difficult case, the reader tries to comfort Eric, but he's in a terrible mood, and he lashes out. He says some pretty hurtful things that the reader is willing to brush off because she knows how tired he is and that he doesn't mean it, but then Eric says something that completely shatters her heart, and so she leaves. And now Eric has to go and grovel to get her back :)

I really love a good groveling haha

If you do write this (you don't have to if you don't want to, ofc) please tag me, because I don't want to miss it!!

Thanks and have a nice day 🫶🏼

hello, lovely!

I'm sorry, but i don't write for Divergent anymore. I only write for the Marauder's era now.

again, sorry about that. It sounds like a great fic idea though!

[spiteandalice]

Judas Touch pt. 7

So, uhm? Anyone still interested in this? Let me know if you want to be tagged in future, random surprise installments. I’m not even going to tag anyone in this because yeah. Embarrassing long time is embarrassing.

This still contains language and smut and violence, although this chapter only needs a nudity warning. Sorry. No smut. But angry, vengeful Eric. Yay!

Here are the previous chapters, if you need a refresher. Of course you do, it’s been forever and a day.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX

The next morning it feels like the entire Faction is playing War Games inside my head and my mouth feels like I have spent the entire night sucking on some sweaty wool socks. The thought makes me gag, which in turn has me contemplate crawling into the bathroom to get this misery over with. But that would entail getting up, which I’m less  inclined to do now that I noticed my exact position. I’m pleasantly warm, thanks to the fact that Eric turned up the heat last night and because he is half on top of me, arms on both sides of my body, one leg slung over me as if he is trying to shield me from ricocheting bullets. Which I can assure you are not an imminent danger even under the worst circumstances, but still.

Trying to ignore the pounding in my head I begin to trace the lines of the ridiculous maze tattoo on his right arm, letting my thoughts wander. When was I this drunk last? Probably while still in school when this older guy told us he had an awesome connection to a few Amity who were distilling their own alcohol in a shed behind the house.

That was the night I learned not to trust anyone with the last name Pedrad.

Eric stirs and stretches languidly, which pushes his hips against me in the best kind of ways, both reminding me of my current state of undress and a certain pressure at the base of my spine that may or may not demand attention.

When I finally arrive in the real world Eric is smirking at me in that annoyingly attractive way that he has, undoubtedly enjoying my miserable state. Before he can start to goad me and ruin both our days my mouth decides to go ahead and shock us both.

“So, I’ve been thinking. I guess I could marry you.”

Leave it to me to accept his less than usual and rather unenthusiastic proposal in an even less enthusiastic way because apparently we are still competing for who cares less about the other. But he did take care of me during my embarrassing breakdown last night, which makes him the only person on this planet that has seen me this weak since I was six and got really sick. It’s either kill him or marry him, with the latter being the only logical option because the sex is way too good to waste his life like that. I’m allowed to be selfish, I didn’t get Abnegation for a reason. Well, many reasons but this is definitely one of them.

Eric frowns at me, undoubtedly watching me for any hints that point at me joking while he processes the information. It’s unnerving, because I suddenly think that maybe he wasn’t really serious, that he was merely joking and now I went ahead and made myself look like an even bigger idiot than usual, especially after last night. I mean, he saw me bawl my eyes out, sort of. Not very attractive, right. Maybe I’ll be going to the bathroom after all, if I drink a bottle of his aftershave that should be enough to kill me, right.

Then he shifts and positions himself between my legs, his face right in front of mine. He still looks strangely blank, calculating away with his damn Erudite brain that I will smash out of his skull with his damn bedside lamp in mere seconds. Then I see a spark of humor in his eyes and I swear, if he taunts me now he is so dead…

“Are you sure you’re not still drunk, if I call Max he will want to meet with both of us and if there’s so much as a hint of you not being of sound mind…”

I reach out to punch his face but it lacks any power because I’m buried underneath him, there isn’t much room to really get speed going and because I’m also feeling strangely weak and tired, almost as if someone has sucked all life out of my body.

“I swear, Eric, if you don’t stop behaving like an asshole…” I grit out between clenched teeth, before I stop myself. Because he’s chuckling. That pompous asshole has the audacity to laugh at me!

“You know that he might actually shed a tear, right. He’s been dreaming about this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Eric. I’m changing my mind already.”

He chuckles again and dips his head down to bite at my neck, which is familiar territory and a lot more acceptable than this talking bullshit. My hand finds purchase in his hair, which is, to my pure and utter delight, free of any styling products and ready to be messed with. My fingers clench into a fist, trapping a chunk of curls between them and he growls - again, to my delight. My attempt to get out from underneath him by flipping us over is thwarted but I didn’t actually, really try because the pressure inside me is intensifying and Eric seems to instinctively pick up on that, he grinds his hips against me and the little bit of friction is enough to distract me. There is something to be said about making out in the morning, still somewhat sleepy and slow, and it helps distract me from the fact that I completely embarrassed myself last night.

Just as he slowly lifts up my leg to position himself there is a knock on the door, actually more of a persistent pounding with a fist that we both ignore because it’s not even six in the morning and we’re dead to the world. Or rather, the world is dead to us. To my dismay it doesn’t stop, it just gets louder and faster until it sounds like someone is actually kicking the door and Eric growls, pushes himself off the bed and hastily pulls on a pair of pants that do very little to hide what we were about to do. Combined with his messy hair, his naked torso and the patented death glare he looks downright edible and I decide to stay right where I am until he has drop kicked the intruder into the chasm and we can pick up where we left off.

Judging by the tone of his voice the chances of that are dwindling rapidly.

Two minutes later he comes back with an expression promising murder and mayhem, which is my second favorite after the one promising sex and right now that is the only one I really want to see. For a moment he gets my hopes up when he pulls his pants down, but only to stomp into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I guess that is my cue to get up as well and I decide to head into the kitchen to get the coffee going, not bothering to put on any clothes since I will take a shower in approximately two minutes because Eric is very efficient when I’m not distracting him.

The sound of a throat clearing somewhere behind me nearly has me drop the mug I just pulled out of the cupboard and I slowly turn around to see Four leaning against the wall by the door, trying his very best not to look even in my general direction.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say loudly, deciding that now is not the time to run back into the bedroom like some embarrassed teen. I look like hell, my hair's a mess, there’s bruises everywhere and well, I’m naked, which could be the main source of his discomfort. Because you never quite lose certain traits of your Faction of origin and he is so obviously a Stiff that I’m surprised that most people don’t see it. “This has to be important if they send you here and Eric didn’t kill you for rudely interrupting us.”

There’s the hint of a smirk on his face that I can only see because Four hasn’t turned his head all the way to the opposite wall. Fucking hell, that guy needs to loosen up already, he’s been here for years.

“Factionless attacked a patrol squad right around where they took you, he wanted to know the moment anything happened in that sector so. Here I am.”

All thoughts of morning workouts in bed, showering, even breakfast are suddenly very unappealing to me. Without a word I head back towards the bedroom and bump right into Eric who is in the process of pulling a shirt over his carefully made up head. It’s astonishing how quickly he can get his hair into that odd shape, considering how it looked awfully curly just moments ago. When his head appears again through the hole in the fabric he raises an eyebrow at me.

“Not sure how I feel about my wife parading around naked in front of the Stiff.”

I smile the fakest smile I have ever smiled and pat his arm, making sure to slap the exposed skin hard enough to leave a red spot.

“I’m sure you’ll figure that out by the time I actually become your wife. Make sure you don't get any silly ideas about telling me what to do though, that knife in your throat would hurt like a bitch. Oh, coffee is ready.”

It takes five minutes to shower and get dressed, when I get back they have left already but it’s not like I don’t know where I will find them. So I grab my coffee and make my way to the control room, seeing two whole people on my way there. This getting up early business stinks worse than Amity.

Eric and Four are hunched over a screen, their voices barely audible over the chaos that has swept up the usually tranquil place and that is not helping my headache at all. I step over to them, barely avoiding another fucking Pedrad and if he had spilled my coffee I would have had no choice but to spill his blood. I swear, this family is like a pack of extremely annoying rats.

Four turns around at the sound of my swearing and waves me over, his expression suitable for an Abnegation funeral. Eric looks like a dog that has scented something delicious and vulnerable so I have at least an idea what might await me. He makes room for me as Four zooms in on a still of the surveillance footage they were looking at, honing in on a tall man with long, shaggy hair. There is no need for questions, even if their faces hadn't told me everything I needed to know, that ugly mug has been in enough of my nightmares.

“It's him.”

I haven't even uttered the second word when Eric springs into action, barking at a few  waiting soldiers to gear up and get the rest of their team if they don't want a lifetime of night shifts at the fence. Before he leaves he turns towards me and smirks.

“Told you. Guess you'll have to talk to Max by yourself. I'll be back this afternoon.”

I know better than to protest, time is running out and I'm in no shape to go back out there again. Going against all better judgement I grab the front of his vest and pull him towards me for a kiss, which has nothing to do with the knowledge that he will be facing the guy that held me captive very, very shortly.

“You better get back in one piece. If I’m forced to marry anyone else in this shitbucket we might as well blow up the entire compound right now.”

With a sardonic smirk Eric closes the distance between us, kisses me in a way that has me on my toes with tangled up insides within seconds, and leaves me with a slap on the ass. Not another word is spoken, and I watch him saunter off, barking orders.

“So it’s actually true. We’re all so fucked.”

I whip around and glower at Zeke, but before I can unleash my fury on the kid Four slides into view, pointing at the door. “Max wants to see you, if you hurry you can get back here and watch, I’ll get you more coffee.”

He would make such a great mother, it’s not even funny. Speaking of, I have been ignoring several messages from mine, and I guess I’ve been back for a while and haven’t talked to her yet. We have not had the best relationship a mother and daughter could have. Muttering a few curses about the overall unfair state of the universe I spin around and stomp out of the room, pointedly ignoring Pedrad and his buddies moaning about the impending end of our world.

[writing-about-current-obsessions]

My girl

Pairings: Eric Coulter x reader

Words: 1523

Requested by Anon

It was one of those challenging days in the gym for her, when her training didn’t go as smooth as she wanted it to. She was exhausted and distracted, which was a horrible combination. Usually, she would’ve called it a day by now, but she promised her friend Jack that they’ll have a sparring session later.

Eric was close by, even though he had no real reason to be in the training room. He had no initiates to torture or mock, he finished his workout and everything was in order. But, he busied himself with anything, just so he could keep an eye on her and wait until she’s finished. The first few times it happened, she disliked it and got mad at him because she felt like he wanted to either babysit her or control her somehow, but Eric convinced her it wasn’t anything like that. What’s more, she realized he only wanted to see that she was safe. He offered a couple of times to be her sparring partner, but she refused, thinking that Eric will go easy on her. Eric told her multiple times that he didn’t need to go easy on her and that she had a fair shot of kicking his ass, adding a comment how that actually turns him on and makes him think she’s even hotter.

It was hard for Eric not to think about the way that other guys looked at her. He hated the fact that he couldn’t go up to someone who stared at her lustily and threaten them, just a little. They agreed to keep their relationship private, and while all the sneaking around made it exciting, it was hard for Eric to prevent himself from wringing someone’s neck when they flirted with his girlfriend.

Jack was also a Dauntless-born like she was and one of her oldest friends. She remained training with him instead of her own boyfriend because she was sure that he won’t let her win for any reason. Jack and she had this healthy competition going on, always trash-talking each other and pushing each other’s limits when they fought. She loved it. They kept score on how many sparring sessions each of them won against each other, and at the end of each month, the loser had to buy the winner’s drinks for one night.

Although now, when she was standing opposite Jack on the elevated floor of the ring, panting, tired and drenched in sweat, she was almost willing to give up and pay his drinks just so she would let her get to her bed. She managed to get a few good blows, but he did too, and she could feel pain on various parts of her body.

“Ready to wave the white flag yet, sweetie?” Jack teased her, his tone mocking which he knew very well how much it pissed her off.

She fumed. “Never, Jack-ass.”

With the mention of the nickname he despised, he rushed on her. It all happened so quickly; one moment she felt pain shooting from the middle of her body, then she fell on the hard, concrete floor. Jack was in a dominant position on top of her, ready to continue, but when he noticed she wasn’t fighting back, he stopped in an instant.

She was dizzy and disoriented, it felt like she blacked out for a couple of seconds. All she could see was a blurry Jack on top of her, calling out her name in a worried tone. Despite her feeling woozy, she wanted to sit up, immediately feeling Jack’s hands around her, helping her.

“Take it easy, okay?” Jack said softly, checking for any head injuries that may have been caused by the fall.

One of his hands were at the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair and checking if there’s any blood, while his other arm was around her waist, holding her steadily. She coughed, straining to breathe normally after she collapsed on the floor like that.

“You can stop touching my girl now.”, a low, threatening voice sounded behind Jack.

Although she couldn’t see who it was because Jack was blocking her view, she knew immediately who it was. And judging by the way Jack’s entire body froze in spot, he knew who the menacing voice belonged to as well.

Suddenly, Jack was pushed aside forcefully and Eric’s strong arms wrapped around her body. She was still dazed, but smiled a little when her boyfriend’s face appeared in front of her.

“Are you alright, darling?” Eric spoke softly, looking frantically around her body, estimating the damage, any wounds that needed to be taken care of.

She nodded, catching her breath finally.

“I’m okay.”, she rasped out weakly, but smiled.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Eric turned his attention to Jack straight away, sending death glares in his direction.

Jack was staring at the both of them with wide eyes beside them, not believing what he was seeing.

Eric was losing his mind with rage. “You could’ve hurt her! I’m gonna-“

“Eric.”, she called out his name as loud as she could muster at the moment.

He turned to look at her, concern filling his eyes again.

“It’s my fault.”, she said, looking at Jack with a smile. “Usually, I could’ve blocked it, but today I’m not feeling very well…”

“That doesn’t matter. He should’ve known better!” Eric shot daggers at Jack again.

“I’m really sorry! I…”, Jack held up his hands, looking from Eric to her, not knowing who should he apologize to first.

“It’s fine, Jack. Really.”, she reassured him, trying to get up on her feet. “I’m okay. Just need to rest.”

Eric huffed. “Take it easy.”

She ignored Eric’s fussing, standing up on wobbly legs, while his arms supported her.

“I’m really sorry. Let me know if you need help with anything.”, Jack offered, standing beside her.

“She won’t need anything from you.”, Eric spat out at him and she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be so rude! It was an accident!” she reprimanded him and then turned to Jack. “Thank you, Jack. I’ll kick your ass next time.”

Jack seemed to relax a little at that, smiling at her. Without caring about any social etiquette, Eric led her away from Jack, his arm wrapped around her middle and supporting her weight. It was crazy how a scary-looking guy like Eric could be so soft with her.

“I can walk, you know?” she teased him, but he kept the frown on his face.

“I’m gonna make him regret this.”, Eric mumbled.

She stopped immediately, making Eric stop too, turning to face her fully.

“You’re not going to do anything; you hear me?” she said sternly. “This was my fault and you being jealous is not an issue you can punch your way out of. And certainly not by punching my friend.”

“Jealous?”, Eric snorted, folding his arms underneath his chest in a defensive manner. “I’m not jealous!”

“Okay, then you’re just crazy!”

“I’m trying to defend you!”

“You don’t need to!” she yelled back and then looked around them to see if anyone was listening at their screaming match, realizing how loud they were actually being.

Eric rolled his eyes. “I hate that guy.”

“Well, that guy is my friend. So you’re going to have to find a way to be civil.”, she was glaring at him now.

Stubbornly, she turned around and started to walk away. She managed to limp for two steps, her hand instantly going to her side because of the pain, before Eric enveloped her with his arm again and helped her.

“I’ll let him live, then.”, Eric concluded and she laughed slightly, hissing when she felt pain spread across her middle and then across other parts of her body.

They continued slowly moving in silence, with her leaning against his body as they walked and Eric holding her like their lives depended on it.

“Also…”, she cleared her throat. “Did you call me ‘your girl’ back there?”

Eric was silent for a moment before responding. “If you’re going to give me shit and make a speech how ‘my girl’ is insulting or controlling, then I-“

“No… No.”, she chuckled. “All good. It’s just that… I figured you don’t want anyone to know about us.”

Just then, they were passing by the mess hall, which was crowded with people as always. They received a few curious looks, seeing the state she was in, but also, seeing Eric practically carry her and be so gentle with her when helping her. It was a rare sight, seeing Eric act so caring… And like a normal human being.

“I don’t care anymore.”, Eric whispered in her ear, smiling slightly as he felt her shiver. “I want everyone to know that you’re my girl.”

She laughed heartily at his joke, not caring anymore that her whole body ached. Eric even kissed her forehead sweetly for good measure, earning a few jaw-drops from the people that knew them.

As they passed Four, he simply shook their head at them and mumbled under his breath. “I fucking knew it.”

[blackvlour]

eric x ofc [four’s sister]  

[morganwrites12672]

If it’s not too much trouble, Divergent story of Eric and reader, the reader is a quiet type but is attentive in initiation which catches Eric’s attention and interest since he expected so much worse from an initiate.

(Do take your time, very much appreciate it! 🖤)

Ofc! Requests are open, check my pinned post for details (I also have a lot of other characters I write for! I also would be open to writing for YouTubers and actors/actresses) (if you don't know about a person/character, no harm in asking!)

Eric Coulter x Reader

Eric watches as you throw a knife. You have a small, but short term smile when the knife hits dead center. It always did, what was the point in being all excited?

Eric liked you. Or, he told himself he didn't. You were a transfer from amity. He bet you would last a few hours. But now, after a few weeks, you had been doing better then most of the dauntless initiates.

Eric expected you to be so much worse. A transfer, was never good. Let alone a transfer from amity, the violence free faction.

He stands their shocked as you go to retrieve your knives. He hadn't noticed, but every one had been as close to the center as it possibly could.

Where did you learn to throw knives? Where did you learn to fight? How did you know how to do all of these things?

He might never know. A trainer and initiate relationship was frowned upon. He couldn't make his move until a few weeks after you graduate.

You were the most quiet one. Weren't apart of any parties, if Eric snuck out of one he would find you training.

He didn't understand. He would think that someone who leaves such a quiet faction would be looking for some fun. Why weren't you?

He could ask. It was fine for him to inquire about why you came.

Eric wanted to know everything about you. You could be in a secret relationship with him until a few weeks after training.

it would work. And even if it didn't, it had to.

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You get confused as Eric had asked to meet you here. The train platform. At midnight.

You were confused; thinking it was some kind of stupid prank until he jumps off of a train alone.

"Hey, Y/N," he calls as he half jogs over to you. You approach him and see he has a smile on his face. Red flag number one.

"What is going on?" You ask. None of this made sense. Sure, you didn't care what was going on. Eric was cute enough to make up for it.

You wouldn't admit it, but you had a crush. Never would that leave your mind; not under any circumstances.

"Straight to the point," Eric mumbles and looks rather nervous, "I kind of like you," you says with a hand on his neck.

You see he is waiting for a response. He won't be getting one. You place a light kiss to his lips and hop on the next train.

Eric is left in shock. He didn't even have time to kiss you back. He just stood there; like stone.

It's been half an hour after you left him standing there that he finally moves. And it is only because he hears the approaching train.

He jumps on it and slides down against the wall. What the hell just happened? The girl he liked, the girl he was training, had kissed him.

He was still in shock as he jumped back onto the dauntless compound. He couldn't barely comprehend what was happening as he unlocked his apartment.

He was completely clueless. What did this make you two?

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You smiled as Eric pressed a kiss to your lips, he pulls away smiling as you pour a glass of water.

Both of you still basking in the morning after sex glow. Eric loved the way you looked in the morning no matter what.

His shirt hung loosely on your shoulder as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. He smiled at you. He was in love.

He couldn't deny it if he tried. He wouldn't have to much longer. You had graduated at the number one spot of your intitation class last week.

In a few weeks you would both be the next dauntless power couple. An unstoppable force.

You press a kiss to Eric's cheek and he pouts as you put on clothes and get ready for your day.

"Do you have to leave?" He pleads as you zip up your jeans. He always did this. Every morning.

"Eric, honey, I have work," you reply and button your jeans. He pouts as you kiss his cheek before slipping out the door.

You had the control room today, you had that and during intiation season you would be a trainer. The control room was fairly easy.

All you did there was report anything suspicious to your supervisor. And yes, Eric was trying to get transfered there instead of patrolling the fence.

It was Eric, he would of gotten transfered to nursing for you. You had joked about it and he got a little mad.

Everything was great. You were both happy. You loved each other. Nothing could go wrong, right?

[emmysrandomthoughts]

Saving Graces - Sneak Peek

A little sneak peek at chapter three…. hope to have this up fairly soon, just needs some polishing :) 

“You are fucking impossible!” Eric roars, throwing his hands in the air. His eyes flash with anguish and frustration as he stalks toward her. 

“You just love to play the fucking victim, don’t you….but you know what? Not this fucking time!” Eric’s voice breaks, as all his frustration and longing get the best of him. 

“Let me remind you of a few pertinent facts; you are the one that left…you are the one that walked out, without so much as a fucking word...don’t you dare put that on me!” 

Eric’s features twist in pain and rage, as he finally takes a breath. As he begins to come down from his tirade, his anger melts into alarm.  

Jade is clutching her pregnant stomach, her breath heavy and panting. A fine sheen of sweat has broken over her skin, and she’s deathly pale. 

“Jade….”  Eric rushes to her side, as she cries out and sinks to her knees. Eric immediately scoops her into his arms, panic starting to consume him. Jade looks up at him, struggling to remain conscious. 

“Call my mother…get me to the hospital….” she rasps, going limp in his arms. 

[heliads]

Divergent (last one for a while I'm sorry). Eric x ofc. They're leaders. Due to how busy they're during initiate season, they don't do anything together and it makes them fight a lot. During one of those fights hurtful stuff is said (something like "just fucking leave") by him and she leaves for field training. In the middle of it, a hurricane hits and they can't find one initiate. She goes to search for them and eric is ripping his hair out trying to find her after she doesn't return in time.

love a good hurricane. i would, in fact, write an entire fic analyzing what the weather trends would be like in the divergent series but i don't think anyone has asked for that (yet) so here you go instead :))

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Eric Coulter can sense the fight coming. Usually, he relishes any chance of conflict, like all he needs is to get someone else’s blood to coat his knuckles and he’ll be set for life, but today is different. Maybe it’s because no matter what happens, there will be no winners in today’s fight, no one being led out of the ring with their hands held triumphantly over their heads. Sure, no bones will be broken, but neither he nor Y/N L/N will end today completely intact.

He’s been waiting alone in what’s supposed to be their shared apartment for hours now, long since the time when Y/N should have been home. Eric isn’t going to claim that there’s a curfew here, not for either of them. Dauntless leaders make the rules for everyone except themselves, Eric knows that better than anyone.

That’s why he shouldn’t be irritated that Y/N isn’t home yet, but he is. He always is. Typically, Eric is able to convince himself to let it go, that of all the hills to die on her punctuality shouldn’t be the worst of all. It’s not like they ever do anything but sit around, anyway, but that’s precisely why Eric is angry in the first place.

They’ve both been busy, it’s not like this is solely Y/N’s fault, but Eric has always found it a little easier to blame anyone but himself. Surely Eric couldn’t be the reason Four beat him out for the slot of top initiate during their own training round, surely the other boy was cheating or doing something other than simply being better. Surely the reason he hasn’t seen his girlfriend other than glimpses across crowded hallways will be a problem on her end and not something that can be traced back to him.

That’s what Dauntless has taught him, at least. Maybe back in Erudite there’s a boy who doesn’t like to pretend that he was Dauntless-born, some kid who knows when to accept responsibility even when he’s wrong. Maybe there was once an iteration of Eric Coulter that wasn’t the mess he’s grown into today.

It’s foolish thinking, and Eric knows it. He has always been himself, and even if that character has strengthened and hardened into a knife’s edge over the recent years, nothing real has changed. Eric has always been a monster, and usually he likes it, but today it just makes him feel even more alone than usual. If he’s truly the cruel, sadistic training leader that he’d like to be, why does he feel the need to fill his hours with someone else’s company?

The door clicks open at last, a welcome break from Eric’s intrusive thoughts. It’s not like this evening is going to get any easier now that Y/N is back, but at least he’ll be able to place a little more of his rage out on the woman currently tiptoeing through the door instead of funneling it back into himself. Eric has always been more of a fighter than a thinker, even if that’s let people down in the past. All he has is his racing fury and tendency for blood. It is all that he has ever needed.

Some quiet part of his head whispers that that isn’t entirely true. When he had fallen for Y/N, and Eric well and truly fell, he doesn’t know that he had been the same since. It was as if he had taken a temporary lapse from the monster. Other Dauntless had even commented on it, how Eric seemed more focused, more clean in the days since he kissed Y/N for the first time.

That had been good for him, being loved. It had sharpened his blunt cruelty into the edge of a razor. Eric had been no less bloodthirsty, but he was better at it. He wasted less of his time on displays that he didn’t need. Loving Y/N had made him more aware of himself, and in turn, more aware of all that he could be if Eric stopped getting caught up in stepping on people’s dreams just because he felt like it.

Now, all Eric feels aware of is the slump in Y/N’s shoulders, the way she took off her shoes an instant before she slipped inside the door so she can try not to make a sound. Eric’s eyes have long since adjusted, and all of her secrecy is pointless. It just proves that today is yet another day of them not working.

He sighs, and flicks on the light. Y/N flings up a hand to shade her eyes from the sudden brilliance, and Eric watches her face fall as she realizes that he’s been there all along.

“You didn’t have to wait up,” she says softly. 

To Y/N’s credit, she doesn’t seem drunk in the slightest. Eric doesn’t think she’s done a thing other than work all this time, which marks a difference between her and the girlfriends of some of Eric’s friends. Y/N could have been wasting her time and actually given him a reason to argue, but she’s just as good as always. Maybe that’s what has truly been bothering Eric all this time, that he feels like some shady wreck when she’s a perfect saint, day in and day out.

Even in the face of her alibi, Eric still folds his arms tightly across his chest. He can’t help but flash back to this morning, when he’d donned the exact same stance so he could chew out his initiates about needing to actually hit the target when they used their guns. Everything’s a damned lesson now, isn’t it?

“I did,” Eric refutes, “because I had no idea when you were getting back. That makes the third time this has happened this week, by the way. It’s only Thursday.”

Y/N drags a tired hand over her face. “I’ve been working, I told you. Dauntless can barely take care of itself, let alone try and work with the Erudite plan.”

The weighty stress on the mention of the blue-suited faction tells Eric all he needs to know about why Y/N is taut with nerves. Jeanine Matthews had approached Max, Eric, and some of the other Dauntless leaders with the idea of making a better city, one where the useless Abnegation weren’t wasting food and money on people who would never pay them back. Looks like Y/N’s been working on the same thing.

This is where Eric steps back and cuts her some slack, but it isn't. Instead, he squares his shoulders and readies himself for another blow. “That may be true, but work isn’t the only thing in your life. I barely feel like I have a girlfriend anymore. I see you for minutes at a time, and then you’re gone for another day. I mean, when was the last time you even looked at me for longer than a second?”

Y/N’s gaze turns stony. “Don’t act like this is my fault. As you might recall, you’ve been getting in minutes before me. I try to talk to you during the day, but your trainees are so important that you can’t spare me a single word. Hell, you won’t even glance at me when you’re with them. You’re not as blameless as you’d like to seem, trust me.”

Eric groans, even though he knows she’s right. “Oh, and I’m a monster because of that, right? Maybe if you stopped trying to visit me during the hours when I’m working, you’d be able to finish up the day faster and we wouldn’t have this problem.”

Y/N scoffs. “Yeah, because it’s totally that easy. If I cut out the thirty seconds in which I try to see you, I’ll be able to avoid working three hours overtime.”

Eric’s expression hardens. “If you’re going to be that smart with me, you might as well go back to your plans.”

“What are you saying?” Y/N asks, her voice cold yet cautious. All of her efforts to mitigate this fight just make Eric even more angry. Just once, he wants to have his time to shout and storm, and she’s trying to make peace. Once again, it’s Y/N doing everything right and Eric on the outside, the killer everybody wants to pretend they’re not going to become.

“You heard me,” Eric says, forcing himself to keep his voice even, “You have your priorities and they’re not us right now. Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, how about you leave me be? It would certainly do me good to stop having to worry about how you’re always skipping out. Just get your stuff and go. It’s not like it would be any different from normal, anyway. You’re always gone. Just go.”

Y/N draws back as if he’s slapped her. “If that’s what you want,” she whispers, “then fine. Goodnight, Eric.”

The door closes behind her, and Eric starts swearing the second he hears her footsteps disappear down the hall, no longer bearing the effort of trying to be quiet. This isn’t what he wanted, but it’ll be best for them, won’t it? They need a break. This is their breather in between rounds, and maybe when Eric ducks his head back into the ring, he’ll actually be able to put an end to all of the fighting.

If it’s an end Eric wants, though, he’s not sure that he’s going to get close to Y/N long enough to have it. They already saw scant glimpses of each other during the day, and now that Y/N’s stopped living in his apartment, it’s like she’s ceased to exist. After two days, Eric caves and tries to find her, but she never answers the door and the key to her rooms has suddenly disappeared from his apartment, along with a lot of her belongings.

He fucked up, he can admit that freely. Eric is used to swinging first, asking questions never, and it’s finally backfired on him. He can only hope that Y/N will let her guard down for a second, because even that moment will give him enough time to apologize and hope that they can go back to normal.

However, Eric’s pride gets the best of him, just like it always has. The days pass, and not a word is spoken between the two of them. Eric goes about his days bitter and scorned, lashing out at the initiates for the smallest of mistakes. At some point, even Four has to tell him to take a walk after he shouted at some kid until his voice went hoarse for accidentally dropping a knife during target practice.

When the storm comes, Eric sees it as a blessing. It forces all of them inside, the skies rippling with gray and purple and green. Perhaps the rain can wash away all of his anger, his fear, and leave behind only the best of what Y/N saw in him. He’ll find her after this settles, he decides, he’ll stay outside of her door all night if that’s what it takes.

The problem is that he just can’t find her. Eric stops by her workplace, but she’s not there, and her apartment is well and truly empty. The storm is picking up by now, and klaxons are starting to wail, alerting everybody to stay off of the trains and get inside. Eric hears talk that it might even be a hurricane, which is not the best news at a time like this.

The weather has been awful for as long as Eric has been alive, and according to some of the Erudite scholars, it’s about ten times worse than it was for their ancient predecessors. Ever since the catastrophic events that shrunk the nation’s population to their city alone, weather systems have been pretty much out of control. Heat rises quickly, storm cells gain power far faster than they ever have, and foul weather systems can linger over Chicago for weeks instead of mere hours. A hurricane could spell the end of days if it was so inclined.

So, as the minutes pass and Eric still can’t find Y/N, he feels his panic level skyrocket. Eric receives a call from Four to head to a balcony on the training level, and he heads there immediately, certain that something’s happened. He’s not wrong, either. Four stares over the edge of the balcony, knuckles white on the iron railing.

“What’s going on?” Eric asks, trying not to let his paranoia show.

Four shakes his head tersely. “Remember how we were doing field training for some of the higher ranked initiates? Everyone was supposed to go inside when the hurricane warnings started sounding, but I did a head count when you left and I couldn’t find one of the kids.”

Eric stares out over the rolling landscape of the city, but he can’t see anything through the whipping boughs of trees. The wind is picking up speed by the second, and anything that isn’t nailed down is rolling through the streets, driven by gusts of invisible force. Rain starts to pelt the ground, the sound like bullets against metal.

“You’re telling me some trainee is out there in this weather?” He asks.

Four grimaces. “Not just one trainee. Y/N heard that there was a kid out there and she volunteered to go bring him back. I haven’t seen her in half an hour.”

Just like that, Eric is gone. His stomach drops down to ground level, four floors below. “That can’t be true,” he says feebly, but he knows it’s a lie even before the syllables cross his tongue. Of course Y/N would have gone, she has always been the hero, always braver than the rest of them. To her, a hurricane is just another chance for her to prove herself.

Four’s lips flatten. “It is, though. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but–”

He cuts himself off, staring up at the sky, which is now an ugly shade of yellowish green, streaked through with clouds as dark as night. The rain rises to a crescendo, so loud Eric can’t hear Four when the guy starts to shout and has to rely on reading his lips to learn that Four is going inside.

Eric should head in, too, but he can’t, not when Y/N is still out there. He can’t do a thing to save her now, but he can at least stand guard, a silent tribute to the woman he loves. Of course Y/N will come back, she has to. Eric doesn’t think he could survive if she didn’t, not when he left her on such bad terms.

As the minutes spin by, though, the odds get worse and worse. Eric can see lightning fork across the rusting metal sky, and thunder rolls in a constant, deafening boom of sound. He’s never seen a storm this bad, and it’s taking everything in him to just stay here and hold on to the balcony of this protected alcove. Eric can’t imagine how Y/N is staying alive and finding the trainee out there.

Some terrified part of him dares broach the thought that perhaps she isn’t holding on after all. A storm like this could easily kill. Already, the streets are starting to flood, thick beige water swirling across the asphalt. There’s no way Y/N could make it back in these conditions, no matter how much Eric wishes she would.

Then he sees it. A fleeting flash of movement, just visible out of the corner of his eye. Eric leans forward over the edge of the balcony, desperate to see what it was, although he’s forced back against the wall when a bolt of lightning flashes so close to his head that he swears he can feel the heat.

The movement comes again, though, and this time Eric is certain of it:  it’s Y/N, it must be. He calls out to her, directions and encouragement and pleading, even though there’s no chance that she could hear him over the din of the hurricane. She’s leading the lost initiate through the streets, the two of them sticking close to the walls of the buildings they pass and moving in quick dashes from cover to cover.

Heart in his throat, Eric watches them approach. He ducks inside to tell Four to ready the door nearest them, then runs back out to the balcony, as if by watching he’ll act as guardian angel and protect them from certain death. When they’re below him, Eric heads back inside for real, racing down the stairs so he can meet them as they arrive.

The wind is so strong that it’s half pulling Y/N and the initiate back outside, but they manage to get inside long enough for other Dauntless to shove the doors closed behind them, barring the locks as soon as they can. Eric races for Y/N, pulling her into his arms with the silent relief of a man who’s just faced down death itself and walked away with his pulse still racing.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, as much to convince himself as her.

Y/N wraps her arms around him. “I’m alright,” she repeats, “we’re alright.”

Eric presses his lips to her head. “Don’t ever do that again. I was terrified that I was going to lose you. I don’t ever want to be without you again, you hear me? Never again.”

Y/N chuckles softly, breaking away from his embrace just enough that she can look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Eric. About the fight.”

He shakes his head. “No, it was my mistake. I was looking for a reason to fight. It was my fault just as much, I didn’t want to admit it then. I just want you. That’s all I need.”

Y/N smiles and hugs him again. “You have me, Eric. You always have.”

Outside, the hurricane rages on, but for once, Eric feels safe and sound. He has his entire world right here in his arms, and he couldn’t worry about a single other thing.

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Matters of the Brain and the Heart | CHAPTER 4

4 months later… I’m back! Where are the Divergent fans at? I’ve just updated my Eric x OFC story—the penultimate chapter.

Ch. 4 - Matters of the Heart takes place the morning after Eric discovered Kate’s darkest secret. The next few days are a rollercoaster of emotions. Jeanine’s plan is revealed and a series of violent events make Eric confront his feelings about Kate.

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BOOK TWO:

The Beginning of the End

Set during Allegiant and Insurgent (AU)

In thought process

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warnings: just smut 

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 3,230

"The date was a bust," Eric shouted as he barged into his friend's apartment, expecting to find Goya sitting in front of the TV. Instead, his eyes landed on Goya's roommate and younger sister, Geiger.

"Goya's out. It's just me," she replied turning her head to look at him over the back of the couch. She had the night off and had been drinking alone, watching cartoons in the ratty, oversized shirt she slept in. Twisting around, she rested her elbow over the edge as she sat sideways on the cushion, "What's up?" In the few months since finishing initiation and moving into the apartment, Geiger quickly came to realize how common it was for her older sibling's best friend to just barge through the front door.

"Shit date," Eric grumbled as he stomped over and flopped down on the sofa next to her before kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he crossed his arms. The young Dauntless leader first met Goya during initiation; the two bonded quickly and it wasn't much later that he met Geiger.

"What was wrong with the girl this time?" she teased, taking a drink from the beer bottle while Eric glared out the corner of his eye.

"She was an idiot," he huffed, exhaling through his nose. "She didn't know the word ubiquitous."

Making an exaggerated expression, she nodded in agreement. "Sounds like an idiot." Finishing her drink, Geiger rose from her seat and shuffled to the fridge, grabbing two cold bottles. After popping off the caps, she returned and handed one to Eric.

When she was still a dependant, Eric thought Geiger a nuisance. She was just Goya's little sister who lacked any friends of her own. She would follow them around, tagging along wherever they went and pouting when they told her to get lost or she couldn't join them in the pit after her curfew.

It wasn't long after finishing her own initiation and becoming a full member that Geiger was slowly accepted into their group of friends and Eric found he didn't mind her company. Though the two siblings looked nothing alike, Goya and Geiger were very similar in personality and very easy to talk to, which Eric liked.

"So you're still pissed about breaking up with Kat?" Geiger questioned as she got comfy.

"We didn't break up, we weren't dating. She just decided to marry her boyfriend." Eric rolled his eyes as he finally turned his head to look at her. "All I want is to get my dick wet but the girls in this compound are all the same. Once they open their mouths I can feel my balls retract inside me."

"That was... descriptive," Geiger replied after taking a moment to think of the right word. Raising her eyebrows, she fiddled with her bottle, "but I feel you."

"Fuck off, aren't you sleeping with that Amity transfer?" he scoffed before he took a sip of beer.

"Yeah, that doesn't mean I'm getting off," she frowned before looking at the TV. "I like him and everything, but he's all soft and slow. I hate it. I just want him to pin me down and slap me, but when I ask him to he says he could never strike me in this willowy voice and I go dry in a second."

"Hippies can't fuck. They don't know how. It's not in them," Eric stated as he watched the screen. Smirking and influenced by the alcohol, Geiger found herself with a wicked idea.

"Do you know how to fuck?" she asked, pulling her legs closer.

"Of course," he retorted, focusing on keeping his eyes forward.

"Then fuck me."

Eric didn't reply, he just gave her an incredulous look.

"Please?" Shifting closer she grabbed his empty hand from where it'd been resting on his chest. Her breath danced across his cheek as she whined in his ear, "I want you to hold me down by my throat and fuck me until I can't walk." Her words sent a shiver down his spine as his pants rapidly grew uncomfortable. Lifting his palm, she wrapped his fingers around her neck. There was a pulse between her legs at the feeling of his large hand engulfing the column of her throat.

Eric's fingers twitched, tensing slightly as he shifted to sit up, moving towards her. One of Geiger's hands dropped from his forearm to brace behind her while he pressed forward. "You don't know what you're asking for," he growled as he tightened his grip.

"Then show me," she said in a breathy voice before biting her lip. Without hesitation, Eric jerked her forward, crashing his lips into hers as he flattened her body against the couch cushions. She wiggled as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, freeing her legs from underneath her to wrap around him.

Reaching under his arms she clawed at his ribs, gathering his shirt up his spine. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Eric grabbed the back his shirt and pulled it over his head in a single, fluid movement before wrapping his fingers around her collar. Geiger could hear the material tear as he jerked his arms apart.

Dropping his head forward, he took one of her nipples between his lips and bit at the pebbled flesh. She wiggled underneath him and moaned as he squeezed her other breast.

"Please, Eric," she begged while he traveled up to her throat, leaving a trail of bites along her skin. "I'm so wet," Geiger stated, pushing the soaked crotch of her underwear against him.

"You really want my cock?" he questioned, humming against her skin as her nails dragged across the back of his scalp. He slid a hand between her legs, massaging her folds through the damp fabric.

"Yes, I want it," she panted trying to push her center harder against his digits. "I want your cock inside me right now."

"Get on your knees," he ordered as he pulled away, sitting back on his hanches while she scrambled to untangle her legs and turn over. "Take your shirt off and put your hands behind your back." She acted obediently, shedding the torn garment and waiting with her arms crossed as she knelt facing away from him. Geiger could hear the metallic sounds of Eric releasing his belt buckle before she felt the band being wrapped around her wrists. The leather cut into her skin as he pulled it tight before he spoke, "Now stick your ass in the air."

Pushing her shoulders forward, Geiger lifted her bottom up as high as she could. She yelped as his open palm slapped against a cheek, his other hand grabbing the loose tail of the belt, keeping it taught.

"Tell me again how much you want me to fuck you. Beg for it," he commanded as he brought his hand across her other cheek so both sides of her ass were a matching pink.

"I want it. I want you to fuck me until I can't move and then cum on my face," she answered, looking at him over her shoulder as she pushed her ass back, grinding against the tent in his jeans.

With a self satisfied grin, Eric slid her panties to her knees before reaching past the waistband of his boxers. Guiding himself, he rubbed the head of his dick along her folds, teasing her clit before lining up with her center. "You might want to bite the pillow," he chided with a laugh,pushing his hips forward.

Geiger gasped and whined, burying her face in the seat cushion as Eric sank into her, leaning forward to brace himself against the armrest above her.

"You're so big," she mumbled, her face half buried in the cushions as he slowly pulled back.

"Want me to stop?" he asked as he stalled his movement, leaving just the tip inside her.

"No, no, I want you to fuck me," she begged barely conscious of anything else in the world beside the feeling of Eric inside her. "I want you to fuck me hard."

Without a second thought, Eric thrusted into her. Geiger cried out as he began to rear his hips back and slam into her. He kept a rapid pace, her moans mixing with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other. As he moved inside her, the coil in her belly grew tighter to an unbearable point.

With a firm yank, Eric pulled on the belt strap, lifting her shoulders off the couch. He slid his free palm along her collarbone before clamping his hand around her neck. She gasped as he dug his fingers into her jugular, watching as her lashes fluttered and her eyes rolled back.

Eric could feel her walls spasming around him as she let go, coming undone as he continued to pound against her relentlessly. Releasing his grip on her neck and the belt, Geiger slumped forward and collapsed onto the couch, still reeling from her orgasm. Grabbing her hips, he forced Geiger onto her back before leaning over her and grasping his dick. She laid motionless, her arms still bound beneath her, watching as he stroked to release. Geiger closed her eyes as his cum fell in ribbons on her face.

Both stayed stationary for a moment, breathing heavily and studying each other.

"Is that what you wanted?" Eric finally questioned, looking at her pleased and content expression.

"And then some." Geiger smiled to herself, satisfied and ready to doze off.

Eric couldn't move, drinking in every detail of the way she layed on her back, her legs slightly apart with the evidence of him splayed across her face.

"I should go before Goya gets back," Eric suggested in a low mumble, standing as he reached to pull up the waistband of his jeans.

"Don't forget your belt." Geiger rolled to expose her arms to him. He quickly undid the bindings before sliding the leather through the loops around his waist. Looking at her chest he could already see bruises starting to bloom where he'd bitten her.

Geiger sat on the couch rubbing her wrist as he put his shirt on, "Thanks for that," she commented in a light tone, beamng as she looked up at him.

Enjoying the drips of his cum on her face, Eric asked, "Do you need a towel?"

"No worries." Watching her swipe her palm across her chin, he could feel his dick twitch with an excited jolt going through him as she lick the bits of cum from her fingers. "I can take care of it. You should head out."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said before turning to depart. Standing at the door, Eric looked over his shoulder, watching the sway of Geiger's hips as she walked to the bathroom.

. .-. .. -.-.  .- -. -..  --. . .. --.

"Morning," Eric greeted as he set down his tray and slid onto the bench across the metal table from Goya. One seat over was Geiger and River, her boyfriend. Eric tried not to glare at the tall red head with his arm resting along the back of her chair.

"Wow, an actual salutation rather than just a grunt," Abernathy spoke, sitting to Eric's right, earning a sour look from him.

"I'm guessing your date went well?" Goya questioned before Eric could put their friend in his place. Abernathy grinned to himself as he lifted a spoonful of cereal.

"You could say that," Eric mumbled trying to give a non-answer as he avoided looking at Geiger. She was enjoying a glazed donut for breakfast, pinching the soft dough between her forefinger and thumb as she listened to them chatting.

"You went out with that Becky chick, right?" Abernathy interjected, prompting Eric to roll his eyes. It was too early in the morning for this kind of interrogation.

"Yeah, but I blew her off once she went to the bathroom," Eric grumbled as he chomped on his apple. He couldn't help it when his eyes quickly flicked to Geiger. She had a small smile on her lips, the corners of her mouth just slightly turned up as she returned his gaze. He tried to ignore the mental image of her the night before that was stirring in his mind. This was the wrong time to think about her naked and eager for him.

"So who'd you bed?" Goya pressed, unsatisfied with Eric's short answers.

"Not saying," he shot back, glaring at his friend as he took another bite.

"Come on you always kiss and tell, why you holding out on us?" Goya set down their spoon to eye Eric, studying his expression.

"You really want me to talk about fucking some broad in front of your baby sister?" Eric raised his eyebrows while nodding towards Geiger as she finished the last bites of her donut.

"Fine, but I wanna know later," Goya conceded, pointing at Eric. Shaking his head, Eric's gaze drifted back to Geiger. She seemed thoroughly amused with their argument as she brought her hand to her mouth. Eric's jaw clenched as she wrapped her lips around her fore digit and pulled, licking the remnants of sticky icing from her finger tip.

River shifted in his seat next to Geiger, moving to rise as he leaned forward. Geiger turned to meet him, giving a quick peck on the lips before he left for work.

Something in Eric's chest clenched at the sight. He'd watched them say goodbye more than a dozen times before, but now he couldn't stand it. He gripped the apple in his hand as he watched them bid each other farewell. When Geiger turned back to face the others at the table she couldn't ignore Eric's burning gaze.

As she reached forward to grab her glass of juice, Eric smiled to himself, noticing the hints of bruises around her wrists peeking out from under the cuff of her sleeve.

. .-. .. -.-.  .- -. -..  --. . .. --.

"Give me five minutes to change," Goya said, opening the the door to their apartment. Eric was right behind, following across the threshold. He'd barely gotten anything done today, constantly finding himself distracted by memories of Geiger, and so he was more than happy to jump at the offer to go drinking after work.

Eric grumbled in response as he wandered into the living room. Shuffling across the carpet, he stopped next to the sofa where he found Geiger curled up against River as they watched a movie.

"You two look cozy," he scoffed after shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, hiding his balled fists.

"Oh hey," Geiger smiled as she lazily turned her head towards Eric. "What's up?" River made no effort to move, ignoring the interruption.

"Just waiting for Goya to get dressed. We're going out." The tension in Eric's chest doubled every second he spent watching her lay on the couch, curled on top of River rather than underneath himself. "So you two got a fun evening planned on the sofa tonight?"

Geiger couldn't miss the light in his eye as he spoke. "No we're just taking it easy," she gave him a slow smile as Goya walked out from the bathroom, ready to go.

"Well, I've got to head out." Eric turned to leave, before quickly adding over his shoulder, "Also, sorry about the mess I made last night, I hope it wasn't hard to clean up."

"No worries," Geiger replied as River shot her a confused look, proving that he had in fact been listening. "He spilt some beer while we were all hanging out last night, that's all."

. .-. .. -.-.  .- -. -..  --. . .. --.

As the days wore on, it did not get easier for Eric. Every night he'd dream about Geiger moaning in his ear as she pushed her hips against his while he pinned her down. Then at breakfast he'd have to sit and watch her acting like an adorable couple with River. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get a moment alone with her.

Geiger sat with her chin resting in one hand as she leaned over the open magazine on the counter in front of her. She sighed, taking a drink from her soda as she idly turned the page. She worked at a corner store in town, one that had customers from any of the factions, but today the place was dead.

Listening to the pouring rain outside, Geiger regretted her outfit for the day. She had worn her favorite black pullover dress, deciding to skip on a jacket. It had been such a warm, sunny morning she was sure it'd continue throughout the day.

She could hear the rumble of thunder off in the distance as the bell over the door chimed. Wet boots squeaking on the tile, Eric walked across the shop up to the counter where she sat. "I don't get how you can stand working here," he commented as he pushed back his damp hair, taking in the surroundings before looking down at Geiger.

"I was middle of my class. The pickings for a job were pretty slim by the time they got to my name," she explained with a dismissive wave of her hand as she sat back on her stool. "So, how can I help you, sir?" Something pleasant coursed through him at the sound of her using a formality to address him.

"Come to my apartment tonight," he ordered, holding her gaze.

"I can't, I'm busy," Geiger replied crossing her arms as Eric's brow began to pinch in annoyance. "River and I are going out."

"Well I have some good news then." He smirked as she narrowed her eyes, unsure what he meant. "River's patrol has been stationed out at Amity for two weeks, so I guess your plans with him are canceled."

Geiger pressed her lips in a tight line as he leaned forward, resting his knuckles on the counter. "Maybe I don't want to see you tonight." He growled, standing up straight before rounding to where she stood. "Hey, hey, you can't come back here," she stuttered, trying to move away as he reached out and grabbed her bicep. Jerking her towards him, he spun to the side and pushed her against the formica countertop before lowering his head, crashing his lips into hers.

Eric wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, digging his fingers into her hair as he lifted her onto the surface behind her. Geiger moaned, melting into him as she returned his fervent kisses, their tongues happily wresting as she slid her hands over his shoulders. His fingers snaked along her inner thigh until they halted, teasing around the hem of her panties.

With a sudden ferocity, he grasped the waistband and violently tugged, almost ripping the fabric as he pulled her underwear down, off her legs. "If you want to see these again," he started, shoving the article of clothing in the his jacket pocket, "Then you'll come to my apartment tonight."

Geiger sat there flustered, her heart was racing and she couldn't seem to squeeze her thighs tight enough as she watched him walk out from behind the register. "My shift ends at nine," she called, looking over her shoulder.

"I know," he replied as the bell over the door rang and he stepped into the rain. Just then her phone vibrated, the screen lighting up to read, 1 New Message from River: Sorry babe, I've gotta canc...

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Okay… Now imagine Jason with really curly hair and eyeglasses.

Now, you have Goliath Grant Junior.

[spiteandalice]

Judas Touch pt. 6

ONCE AGAIN. This is my third attempt at posting this stupid chapter and if it fails again I will call you all personally and read it to you because I have officially given up on trying to do the internet. To make up for a month without anything I have decided to post everything I have so there.

@beltz2016 @beautifulramblingbrains @kenzieam and if I have forgotten you I am sorry, my brain has more holes than a colander.

THIS CONTAINS SMUT, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND MENTIONS OF TORTURE AND PHOBIAS. Proceed with caution, mkay.

Hold on to your hats people because we seem to be switching gears throughout this chapter. Enjoy. That is an order.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE

The next day is beyond interesting, Eric refuses to acknowledge my existence like the big child he is just because I tried to steal his assistant. Let me be clear, I did no such thing. I did message her if she knew someone who would fit my standards for an assistant, which basically are… someone exactly like her. Being a leader's assistant is a coveted job in most factions and in Dauntless it is one of the few ways for those with lower initiation ranks to rise up. It's not a job that involves active duty of any kind and we do try to keep those with better combat skills in jobs that require them.

But there is the slight problem of our personalities and Eric changed  assistants like some their underwear - once every few weeks.

Being the insufferable snoop he is he saw my message and freaked out just a tiny bit, which amused me because I'm still on bed rest and in desperate need of entertainment. I even rifled through his book collection, but after war strategies, human psychology and a well loved book about a tower in a field of roses that are all somehow universes I'm done with printed words for the next decade or two. Reading is not something I generally enjoy doing, it requires a level of staticity I am not willing to commit to. I'm Dauntless, I'm too restless to sit still and focus on a book.

Some lower life form brought my brand new tablet so I can work, Max sent me a few notes on various subjects that require my immediate attention and Four keeps me updated on the initiation process which is as sad as ever.

In other words, I am completely and utterly bored out of my skull.

There is a knock on the door around noon and I get excited for a moment before I remember that an intruder probably wouldn’t knock to alert me to their presence. Maybe they would kick the door in. I grab my gun anyway and make my way to the door, remembering way too late that I am in my standard issue tank top and not-so-standard issue… shorts. Eric replaced the ones he tore off me while I attempted to work out the other night and said something about me better not going anywhere in those. Which, of course, had me contemplate parading around in them through the entire compound.

Ripping the door open I get ready to snarl but it’s just Raven, so I drop my gun that was pointed directly at her forehead and step aside. You can tell that she has been working for Eric for a while because she doesn’t even flinch, just breathes slowly and I swear she is almost smirking.

“Eric asked me to bring you some lunch. He’s expecting the test results back from Erudite this afternoon.”

She holds out a tray of dubious food related items, a half wilted salad, a protein bar Erudite claims is the best nutrition ever but that tastes like the chopped up soles of old boots, and a browning fruit salad. Why is there no such thing as good food in this blasted faction? That’s right, because we get all the stuff that doesn’t go bad within moments. I kind of miss Amity. Then my eyes travel back to her face and I lift an eyebrow.

“So he’s still pissed, huh.”

Something akin to amusement quickly flashes across her face, and I admire this woman because around Eric that poker face must come in so incredibly handy when he is throwing one of his tantrums and you can’t help but find it ridiculous, which in turn causes him to try and kill you if you are not me. He usually just tries to fuck me when he gets livid, which some would say is an advantage. Angry Eric is a force to be reckoned with, unless he's buried to the hilt inside you. Or especially when. Depends on my mood.

“If I were suicidal I would say when is he ever not, but if you are referring to your particular situation then yes. He punched a fence guard in the face this morning for stuttering.”

Ah. Well. Maybe my actions have consequences and now that I am a leading leader type of person I should think about the things I inflict upon the people around me. But I can’t be solely responsible for keeping Eric in a good mood, sometimes the sun shining too much or not enough seems to aggravate him greatly and as important as I find myself sometimes, there is no way I can tell the sun what to do. But I can try, I guess.

“Well. I’m sorry, I guess. Do you want to spend your lunch break here? If you keep me company you are guaranteed that you won’t be seeing him at least during your break.”

Raven smiles at me and gingerly steps into the living area, making it very obvious that she is trying not to look around too much. I guess it is weird to be in the home of the guy you work for, without his permission. Which may or may not piss him off even further.

My tablet beeps and I roll my eyes. Ten credits say that…

Why the fuck is she in my apartment

Rolling my eyes again, this is going to give me a massive headache, I flop down on the couch and type my reply.

I thought it was OUR apartment

I’m not sharing her with you

Don’t worry, not my thing

Mina.

I’m not stealing her. We’re talking. About things. Not you. I'm fucking bored and craving human interaction. Stop watching me you perverted asshole

There is silence after that and when I look up Raven is watching me with a broad grin on her face.

“You’re both looking like you’re on peace serum when you’re talking to each other, it’s kind of cute. Weird and freaky, but cute.”

I pretend to throw my tablet at her head and she laughs, maybe I can make her forget that I’m doing her boss or that this is his place, technically, and that the spot on the couch she sits in has probably seen more of both our naked asses than the training room showers.

“I’m sure he’ll be delighted to a about that.  Maybe Erudite can do something useful for once and completely destroy the nerves in my face so I can’t move a single muscle.”

While Raven pulls an apple out of her pocket I begin to dissect the salad like substance in front of me. There are tomatoes in there, which tells me that this is not your regular salad from the mess hall because we don't usually get those in the winter, they are grown in experimental greenhouses the Erudite built. And there is a good dose of chicken in this salad, not exactly uncommon here, but also egg and what looks like cheese. The nurse said something about better food and I guess a certain someone listened. I know I sure as hell didn't.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

My eyes snap to her and try to burn holes into hers as I growl but she isn't at all impressed. No wonder Eric loves her, she must be a transfer from his old home. For a moment I study her, fascinated by her composure and the way her hair is braided into tiny little braids. Before I can get distracted any further I straighten up and try my best scowl on her, which usually inspires terror in lesser beings. Raven just chuckles.

“You’re a transfer, too?”

Now she outright laughs at me and throws her hands up.

“What gave it away?”

“I like you. For some reason I am drawn to transfers, especially you no-good, brainy Erudites. Quoting Shakespeare doesn’t help you conceal it, either.”

It’s her turn to look at me like I just sprouted a second head right between my eyes.

“But you know who Shakespeare is and can identify a quote? He’s been dead for hundreds o years and outside of Erudite I’m pretty sure nobody has ever heard of the guy. Pretty boring, actually.”

I shrug and attack a piece of chicken, which is unfortunately half covered in something green and slightly slimey. If that is avocado then Eric and I are going to have to have words, once they served this to me in Erudite, where they have avocado plants absolutely everywhere apparently, because it is such a nutritious plant and healthy and good for your brain or something, but we can’t get it here because it’s not worth it. You have a window of about five minutes between rock solid and rotten where these things are edible, but they are delicious.

And it is avocado. Mother. Fucker.

“I could tell you that Eric likes reciting poetry, but before my tablet goes off… like I said, I seem to hang out with the transfers and no matter how much I try, some stuff just starts to rub off. There was a guy in my initiation class that liked to say that. Insufferable moron.”

My sole mission now is picking out the avocado and tomato bits while I ignore the sad green leaves, spinach and whatever else kind of garbage the rest is. If I’m spoiled with actual food I can’t just sit here and pretend I don’t hate the rest of it, life is too short.

“Really, what happened to him? I wonder if I know him, I’m only two years behind you.”

With a smug grin I stop the fork halfway to my mouth and sigh inwardly because this being social is seriously hindering my eating habits, which have previously been described as disgusting, gross and likened to various animals.

“He came in second. Yet another problem Erudite boys are having. I will stop making comparisons there for my own safety and your brain,” I pause to acknowledge her mouthing ‘thank you’ by raising my eyebrow at her, “and his ego never quite survived that blow. He wanted to join the fence guards but is leading one of our surveillance teams out in the city. His name’s Blaze. Formerly known as Balthasar.”

That name still gives me the giggles. We could have turned into sworn enemies like Four and Eric, who at this point remind me of two old neighbor dogs that snarl at each other out of habit, none of them really able to remember why they are supposed to hate each other in the first place. Or we could have turned into lovers, something I could also see with the other two but please don’t mention that to Eric. Instead we ended somewhere in between, we tried hooking up twice during initiation and decided we were quite compatible but not enough to make it interesting, it ended up feeling like fucking my brother who happens to be into the same kinks.

Eric can’t stand him, of course.

But, as it so happens, blaze is one of the very few people that I consider a friend, most of them are coincidentally male and most of them have shared a bed with me once upon a time. Or a wall. A surface. You know what I mean. Women and I never seem to get along, but Raven is a nice exception to the rule. If I can’t steal her, well, I think her and I could team up and strive to make Eric’s life hell. My day just got a lot brighter.

“I think I know who you’re talking about, pretty tall, mohawk, a dragon tattooed on the side of his head? His parents must have known he was Dauntless since he started to walk. That guy probably hasn’t touched a book his entire life.”

Oh Raven, you would be surprised. Much like someone else I won’t name, Blaze is still very fond of his books and keeps a stash of them under his bed. I’m not sure if this applies to all transfers, but it seems that most of them keep just a smidge of the Faction they were born into, no matter how long ago they transferred.

We talk some more, about things that happened while I was gone - Eric hired Raven after the previous assistant threatened to jump into the chasm and was talked out of it by Four, Eric wrecked three doors in his first week after she started, a month after my apparent death. You know. Fun little tidbits - and about looking as Dauntless as possible. Raven is shocked that I don’t buy anything but the standard uniform stuff and I am shocked that she has never gotten a tattoo. Granted, her skin is almost as dark as our clothes, but when she says she has never even gotten a piercing I am positively outraged and promise to drag her off to get something done.

In the end she has to go back at some point and leave me alone in this boring little prison, even though I have to admit that it is a lot better than the one I was locked up in before. Eric doesn’t show up until eight in the evening, carrying his tablet like it is about to explode.

“So?”

He barely glances at me before frowning at his screen, but I can see his eyes roll upward ever so slightly. Public Eric is back in full force and he doesn’t want me to see that he is as nervous as I am. Probably. Did I mention that I suck at this human interaction thing? It’s a lot easier if you don’t give a shit about what they are thinking about you, to be quite honest. And he is far from the ideal practice subject because he is as easy to read as some of the books Erudite keeps that are written in long dead languages.

“I obviously waited to open the message until I got here.”

Obviously. Asshole. Resisting the urge to hit him in the head, probably breaking my hand on his thick skull in the process, I sit up instead when he walks up to me and sits down at the very edge of the couch, looking as if he is about to flee. Which he probably is. Wordlessly he opens the message and doesn’t bother to look at me again, he probably feels my breath on his neck when I lean in to read over his shoulder.

Not pregnant.

Great. Right? It’s a good thing. I mean. We’re clearly not ready to be parents, I’m pretty sure I will remain in that category until I die. People as messed up as we are shouldn’t have children and I just got back from being tortured and nearly starved to death so this is a very, very good thing. Why am I suddenly feeling weird? There is a little pull in my stomach that makes me uneasy, almost as if a part of me hadn’t minded the idea of becoming a mother. Or rather, the mother of a child of Eric.

Before I can say or do anything stupid I get up to get dressed, this is not something you think about, you better drink about it. And since I am not knocked up my bedrest should not apply anymore.

I actually did buy a skirt when I got my new clothes, crazy me, and before I can change my mind I pull off the shorts and pull up the very short and very tight skirt, not bothering to change otherwise. Without a single word or glance towards Eric I leave and make my way down to the Pit, ready to drink myself into a stupor and then, maybe then, figuring out what to do next.

Two hours later I feel pleasantly buzzed. Which is a lie because everything around me is spinning but I hold on to the bar, glare at the moron who tried to refuse to give me another drink, and casually elbow a guy next to me that doesn't quite understand that I am not interested in going back to his place - which is a matter so important to him that it was the first thing he said to me. Now he hisses and calls me a bitch but still slides right back next to me. His friend tries to get him to leave - for the third time - but buddy here is painfully slow at understanding all the subtle hints.

“Come on, man. You really don't want to mess with her. Eric will kill you.”

Oho. So it's totally okay to harass drunk women if they're single or seeing someone less intimidating? I'm mentally preparing to give a speech, even going as far as putting a hand on my hip and drawing in a deep breath that makes my head spin even worse, but the guy decides to put an arm around my neck and pulls me even closer. I barely hear him slimily state that my boyfriend isn't here because I think about a tall factionless man grabbing me from behind and holding me just like that while his friends beat me to a pulp. But this time I'm not sedated and before I can register that I am in the Pit and not some long abandoned building I have slammed the back of my head into his nose, turned us around and flipped him over my shoulder. Panting heavily I stare at his bleeding face, my boot on his neck ready to stomp out his lights when I feel someone behind me and tense, ready to attack.

“This is why I didn't do anything, Peter, I don't know why his friend was worried about me. Mina can handle herself and I think she's even more dangerous than I could be, especially considering that she drank half the bar at this point.”

That smug bastard probably enjoyed the show. When I slowly turn around the world is tilting to the right but I manage to adjust just fine. Eric is leaning against the bar, arms crossed and looking like a man casually observing some fucking clouds with a friend that thinks every second one looks like a tit. He is cold and cruel as ever, and I don't want to be here. Too many people that are too close and that makes me want to scream and kick until they go away.

Something must have given it away, because Eric drops his cold grin and steps up to me, frowning when I flinch away from him. My skin is crawling with invisible insects, ghosts of the not too distant past that are recurring stars of my nightmares. Eric puts an arm on my shoulder and it takes all my strength not to punch him for it.

“Are you okay?”

Of course I'm not okay. That's what I want to yell, but I also want to be sarcastic and tell him that I have never been better. But my tongue is strangely dry and swollen and I can taste bile, giving me the distinct feeling that someone replaced my tongue with a dead slug. So I just look at him, hope I don't look as panicked as I feel, and shake my head just slightly.

Suddenly he pulls me closer and my hands fly up automatically to fight him off, but Eric whispers in my ear to play along. Because if he carries me out of here having a panic attack I will look weak, that's bad whether you are a leader or not. But if we start to make out after I just punched a guy that got too handsy? People will most likely cheer.

And they actually do. Morons.

Eric doesn't put me down until we are home and I immediately want to take my clothes off, feeling the need to take a shower. Somewhere on the way I began to talk, about the ambush, about getting shot and stabbed and abandoned by my own team. About dark basements and fever and infections. About cold water in freezing temperatures soaking my clothes. About sedatives and beatings and endless questions I never answered. About being covered in spiders and all kinds of bugs and being too weak to even try to brush them off. About death and thinking about it coming for me so much it became all there was. About being too tired to cry. And about hate, festering and swelling like a bloating corpse until it bursts, consuming everything else until there is nothing but rage, giving you the strength you didn't know you still had left.

Eric doesn't say a word. He carries me home and sits with me on his lap until I'm done. There is absolutely no expression on his face but I can see something shift in his eyes and my drunk mind wonders if that insane level of hatred that's scared me so much is contagious, like some nasty virus that spreads slowly and kills everything in it's path.

But then he carries me into the bathroom and, ignoring my protests, takes off my clothes before stripping down himself and turning on the shower. The water is so hot that the mirror fogs up almost instantly but I'm still shaking when he lifts me into the tub, making me wonder if the cold will ever really leave my body or if it will stay inside my bones until I die.

We stay until I stop shaking and only then does he remove his arms to turn away and shut the water off, leaving me standing all by myself and I hate that more than I want to admit. Suddenly I feel tired, drained and boneless but before I can slip down into a pathetic pile of limbs Eric is back, wrapping a towel around me and carrying me to the bed. Our bed. I crawl under the covers and when he doesn't follow I want to whimper like a scared child. It would be easy to blame this on the alcohol, but the truth is… all it does is let me be vulnerable for once. It was one of my worst fears. Humiliation, not being in control. Darkness. Confined spaces. Insects and birds, those sketchy assholes. I could deal with all of those. But being vulnerable was the worst, it almost cost me my first rank.

When he finally returns I feel relieved, and I notice a low humming in the background. Eric turned on the heat and that is such a thoughtful little gesture it almost makes me cry. Instead of rolling to the side I stay on my back and pull him on top of me, I want to forget for at least a little while. Our kiss is almost desperate but we keep things unusually slow, when Eric begins to kiss a trail down from my neck and across my breasts I almost growl with impatience, but he doesn't stop or speed things up. Instead he seems intent on covering every inch of my skin with his lips, saving the best for last. By the time he buries his head between my legs I'm wound so tight I feel like I'm about to explode but that kind of slow torture is very much acceptable as it turns out. Eric has me howling and screaming with a few slow strokes of his tongue and when he pushes two fingers into me I grab the sheet underneath me and scream, not at all deterred by the smug grin I can feel against my skin.

Before I can even catch a breath, much less think about returning the favor, Eric is on top of me and moaning into my mouth when our tongues find each other, my taste still on his lips. All it takes is for me to wrap my legs around his waist and he is inside me, I never had time to ponder just how well our bodies fit, especially in this position. We are usually fighting for the upper hand, clawing and biting and wrestling until we both collapse. This time we're slow, holding each other close, but it's not less intense. Maybe even more so. There is a strange undercurrent that wasn't there before but I'm too busy focusing on him, on us. Then our foreheads touch, both covered in a thin layer of sweat that would honestly disgust me otherwise, and we enter in what I have to describe as an intense staring match. We are both quiet, there is an occasional hiss or a low groan, but it is far from our usual athletics.

My orgasm leaves me literally speechless and I would be embarrassed about looking like a fish on land, mouth wide open and all, but he looks just as ridiculous. It’s ferocious in it’s own way and we both collapse, limbs tangled in that awful way i have gotten so used to already. Maybe I can sleep now, at least for a little bit. Before I drift off I think I hear Eric speak but that might just be my tired brain and the alcohol conspiring against me, although they manage to keep Eric wonderfully in character.

“I’m going to get you the guy’s head as a wedding present.”

Yeah, you do that. I’ll be here, sleeping.

[writing-about-current-obsessions]

Masterlist!

My ask is always open, but keep in mind that I do not always have time to post and fulfill requests because of other obligations. It is always nice to get some new ideas and/or criticism though, as well as just reading a comment on what you like to read!

You can find my list of fanfiction recommendations here (only F1 fics).

Charles Leclerc

Enjoy your lunch

The set-up

Don’t ever do that again

A little biased 

Not okay

Afraid

Carlos Sainz

If you had to pick

Shut up, Charles

Red lipstick

Sleepy

Pierre Gasly

Spoilsport

Finally

Anywhere with you

Gets me every time

Crossing the line

Daniel Ricciardo

Top of the list

Hello, stranger

How could I not?

Being a dummy

Big star

Not just the sugar talking

Look where it got us

Speech

Together

Half/half (Part 8 of the series or could be read as a standalone)

Favourite piece

Half/half series (Finished!)

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Half/half (Part 8 of the series or could be read as a standalone)

F1 drabbles

Lazy day (DR, LH, PG)

F1 Christmas drabbles

Christmas dinner (Charles Leclerc)

Ice escapades (Pierre Gasly)

Christmas presents (Lewis Hamilton)

Snowy vacation (Daniel Ricciardo)

Christmas surprise (Carlos Sainz)

Henry Cavill

Weird way of saying good morning

Another one?

Let me take care of you

Punisher

A woman in action

Divergent

Weakness

Hidden talent

Ambush

Following orders

My girl