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“Create your own reality.” ✨MDNI✨ 26.Capricorn.

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MASTERLIST 📌

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As stated I am 26, which means ✨MDNI✨

Started: 04-04-2025.

Last updated: 26-02-2026.

Total works: 19.

House MD.

Blurb one (NSFW)

Blurb two. (NSFW)

HALO

Master chief

Girl nights

Nightmares and Cuddles

I love you

Happily ever after.

Incorrect Quotes

Request

United we stand, divided we fall.

Otherworldly (request)

NSFW.

Divergent

Eric Coulter.

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Avatar ( COMING SOON)

Miles Quaritch. (COMING SOON)

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Before the storm struck. [mdni]

Human! Miles Quaritch x human! Female.

Summary; before he sets of the dangers of Pandora, Miles decided it was a good time to get drunk in a local bar, get a quick fuck and leave planet earth like a good little solider.

Only he didn't expect to meet a young woman with Siren eyes, and most certainly didn't expect to see her on Pandora.

Tags: young woman x older man, swearing, smut, hair pulling, spanking, love bites, no use of potential safe word, English is not my first language, no use of protection, not proofread.

(It kinda sucks cuz I’m not really good at writing in third person, but still wanna try it. Hope you like it!)

W.c: 2k

After many tests and way to many screenings, Miles finally received his approval letter from RDA. With big red letters 'APPROVED' across the papers. They expected him to report within 72 hours with a small backpack of belongings he truly needed. Everything else was already there and waiting for him.

It wasn't like he had much belongings anyway, after many years being on the road and being a soldier made him too cold to have anything that he truly needed. Only his dog tags and maybe some pictures from his parents. He didn't even own a house, usually sleeping in hotels before he got shipped off to another destination.

There was no one left for him on earth. His parents died many years ago, and his sister stopped sending letters couple months ago.

So, with nothing to do but pack and stay in a hotel until he needed to be at their station, Miles decided it was a good time to spend his last money on a bar and maybe if he got lucky find a pretty girl and get laid.

Simple man, with simple needs.

When he finally comes across a bar, it's packed as cars and bikes are everywhere on their parking. He hears the music from coming inside and when he parks his old beat up truck he looks inside.

It's a busy night, with couples on the dance floor and men and women dancing across the floor.

'Perfect place to get absolutely hammered.'

When Miles opens the doors, the music becomes louder and there are people shouting and singing, and he chuckles when two males drag their friend towards the door who's too drunk to stand on his own feet.

It doesn't take him long to reach the bar, and with one flick of his hand an older woman walks up to him with a fake smile.

"What can I get ya, hot stuff?" Her voice scratchy, and when his gaze turns to a smoldering cigarette he sighs, the smell of it lingering on her hands that touch his.

"Just a beer, darlin'." He says and gives her a slight grin.

The woman winked and within seconds she was bag, placing a big glass of cheap beer in front of him.

With little cash he had left, he payed her and turned on his barstool, watching how others danced and sang with a band.

Usually, miles wasn't a big fan of crowed places, or having his back against the door. Because of his training he his eyes scanned the room, every emergency door he cod fine and checking if there are any dangers waiting for him in the shadows. When there wasn't, and he figured the barmaid wouldn't choke him from behind, his gaze turned when he heard the front door open.

And that's when his eyes laid on you.

It's felt as if the music had stopped, as if the room completely stilled when you walked in. Every male stopped and watched how a young woman walked in with their head held high and a sultry smile on her face. Her eyes were like sirens, half lidded and yet Miles could still see her beautiful eyes watch the room.

Her y/h/c in soft waves dancing when she walked with a brown hat on top of it.

Her outfit matched the decor of the bar, with a green silky top that showed her full cleavage and flare jeans that not only showed her thick thighs, but created a voluminous ass that wiggled when she walked.

Miles had found the one he was gonna bring home. Like a predator finding its prey with a sly smirk.

Only when she looked back at him, Miles breath hitched, forgetting what he was thinking.

Your eyes met him, and what made him stop in his tracks wasn't something he was used to when he found his quick fuck.

It was the first time in Miles live he felt he was the prey, and you were the predator.

Your eyes watched every move he made, saw the older man swallow dryly and try to keep himself in line. But you could see the suprise on his face, the slight redness on his cheeks and how he sat differently. Your eyes immediately noting the bulge that tented his old jeans, and when his eyes found yours again a smile formed on your face.

'Found exactly what I need.'

It didn't take long for the both of you to find each other, for miles to push you in his car with glazed eyes and hot kisses trailing your neck. It was wet, sloppy and perfect.

When the two of you reached his hotel, and the door shut behind you, Miles mouth was on you. It was no soft kiss between lovers, it was one that was hard, painful and filled with desire. His hands wrapped around your throat and when he gave it a little squeeze, a small moan left your lips.

When you kissed him back as hard as he did, Miles moaned against your glossy lips. His rough and calloused hands beginning to unwrap you like a present.

The fucking itself was rough. There was no hand holding, no sweet kisses and most certainly no lovely praises being whispered in your ears.

It was painful, brutal and exactly what he needed.

Miles looked down at her, a sight that made his dick throb until precum leaked from his tip. He had turned her around, grabbed a fist full of her luscious hair and tugged until a squeak emerged from her. When her throat was on display Miles sucked on it, painfully hard until she writhed beneath him and cried out in pain.

"Such a pretty little girl, I bet it makes you wet knowing an older man can make you feel hot and bothered."

But she laughed, her eyes closing in bliss when he pushed his clothed bulge between her ass cheeks.

"Scared that someone tops you, old man? Are you sure you have enough energy to keep me contained? I bet you popped some blue pills before you— eek!"

A thunderous sound of skin on skin made her cry out in surprise. His rough hands slapping her ass in a rough way that made her pussy throb.

"You have no idea how much energy this old man really has, pretty girl."

Every spanking against her soft cheeks became harder. Her panties clung to her pussy until it became unbearable. The sensation of getting spanked by an older man created a turmoil of need and desire in her stomach, and with every inhale she felt the sting of his hands on her ass.

But it didn't matter, she kept grinding her ass on his bulge, seeking friction to ease the tension in her clit. But no matter what she did, Miles wouldn't react on it.

He wanted to hear her beg, hear her whine and see fat tears rolling down her cheeks, and when it became clear that wasn't happening he opened his jeans with a hiss.

And just when when he wanted to slide his dick between her ass crack he heard a deep whine coming from her.

"Please— oh god please fuck me! I'm sorry—"

Her voice was ethereal, like a melody that made him stop in his tracks. Her ass was read and slightly swollen and he should feel shame about hitting a woman, but when he sees the dark stain on her thong, there was nothing holding him back anymore.

"Lucky for you baby girl, I'm in a good mood."

There was no time for the woman beneath him to think, because with one flick he pulled his dick out and pushed inside.

Both moaned when he entered her. Her walls immediately gripping him in a tight embrace. He choked, the feeling nearly making him come from it already.

"Shit baby, you're fucking tight."

He spoke through gritted teeth when she started to wiggle her ass.

She turned her head backwards, her make-up smudged and mascara teared eyes.

"Fuck me, Miles. Don't hold back and don't be kind. I don't need kindness. I need an older daddy to fuck me and toss me around. Understand?"

A wolfish grin had spread on Miles smile. If he wouldn't leave earth in two days, he would called her again for a booty call. But he would leave, and there was nothing for him here to be holding back for.

"Ya got yourself a deal young lady. Now," he grabbed her hair and pushed her head into the pillows.

"Don't come until I give you permission to."

8 years later...

The first time he saw the bioluminescent flowers of Pandora, he was awestruck. It was beautiful to say the least. After being in cryo sleep for five years and joining the RDA he hadn't expected a hostile planet being beautiful in a strange way.

But after his first mission and having three deep gashes on his face, his hatred for the planet only fueled his desire to burn everything to the fucking ground. Indigenous tree fuckers with arrows as tall as him and animals that wanted to kill everyone and everything within their sight.

He quickly became Colonel Quaritch, and everyone feared him when he entered the room.

“You’re not in Kansas anymore, you are on Pandora ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact, every second of the day.”

He slowly turns as every private, corporal and many more officers in ranking watch him with slight fear. Miles enjoyed watching the fear roll of their body and choking them.

“If there’s a hell, you might wanna go there for some R&R after a tour on Pandora. Out there beyond that fence every little thing that crawls flies or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes.”

Every year he had this same damn conversation, and every year he loses many cadets when fighting a war with the indigenous population called Na’vi.

He stopped when Parker waited rather impatiently with a deep frown on his face.

It annoyed him to his core that Parker had this shit eating grin on his face and the typical arrogant expression when he roamed the walls. But since he was the boss and gave Miles everything he needed he decided it was better to remain quiet and let hem do what ever he needed. A man like Parker wasn’t used to the word ‘no’ so whatever he needed, him and Grace Augustine listened to him like a loyal dog.

“So you remember my niece, right? The one who has a phd in Avatar forensics and all that bullshit.” He kept chatting, but Miles kept himself quiet and nodding once in a while.

“So yeah she is here! I want you to show her around and—”

“Woah— me? Why don’t you ask Augustine to do that for you? I have no interest in showing a gir—”

Everything around him slowed down. He could hear Parker talking behind him, but he couldn’t focus on the words. Nor on anything that happened behind him. The room slowed down, the voices dulled out until his primary focus is on a young woman standing there watching the room in silence.

It was until then that her eyes focused on him.

It was you.

The girl from the bar.

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Ugh why is so damn fine 😭😭

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Ok but Hozier’s “Too Sweet” and Miles Quaritch the smug mf

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Or Guys my age by Hey violet and that mf is a combination that makes me f e r a l

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every night is fanfic night if you're a whore like me

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(Avatar: fire and ash is mentioned)

So I watched the new Avatar and:

I’m not Cinderella but I’ll make it fit 🤪

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how big is the AVATAR fandom? reblog if you belong

how many of us are there before/after avatar fire and ash?

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Hello darlings.

It has come to my attention that someone “mistakenly” reported my account with their friends. They message me with this in my inbox. I don’t know if this is real or not, but it irritates me that my account almost got banned because of that. I also searched for the name Arilevinee but it’s not on tumblr like the screenshot says. So maybe one of you knows what’s going on.

It’s quite hurtful somebody would do this to my account. I love writing and sharing content with you guys, but this makes me take a step back, even though it could be a scam.

Perhaps one of you know what I should do with this or just let it slide. Idk I’m kinda irritated but also sad why anyone think it’s okay do do this with your friends and then later on message me saying you meant someone else.

But anyway, is this real or not?

Thanks darlings💜

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pleaseee write more about house it's so perfectly done ugh ><

Ayeeeee omg thank you!

You can request a Drabble if you like I will make some, and thanks everyone for all the likes! I will definitely make some more in the future, so stay tuned 🤪

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This is for House MD lovers and only THEM. Pls come to the front 👋🏽

WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT THAT THESE TWO;

PLAY IN A MOVIE WHERE THEY ARE

IN LOVE.

YEAH THATS RIGHT. YOU DIDNT THINK YOU HAD TO MENTION THAT DID YOU????

I guess the producer saw the episode and was like: “Hell nawh we gotta make a movie about them.”

Y’all got me fucked up don’t bother me now I’m gonna watch the movie and dream about it smh.

(Movie: the Oranges 2013)

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Since y’all like the first one, here’s another :))

Okay since we covered the part of House being a not so nice person, imagine the power of eye contact.

Despite his pain, I think house has a thing for making things harder, for making you beg for it. He knows what he can and he knows how you like it. So imagine him, holding something above your head and making you beg and whine for him until he smirks like he won the lottery.

For example, making you cum. Your hips quivering in absolute need while your fingers dig through his hair and pull on it. You feel his warm breathe on your clit, and every time he kisses it you feel another whine bubbling from inside.

“Is that all you can do? I’ve seen crackheads beg harder for a gram. I’m sure you can do better than that.”

“No no no, you don’t get to force my head down, sweetheart. Matter of fact I think you don’t deserve it anymore. Unless you can really show me how bad you want to cum.”

“Look at you, all pathetic and cum drunk like your life depends on it. Crying like a weak depended baby. I almost feel bad for you. Except I don’t.”

Fat tears roll from your cheeks and when he slaps your pussy it beg even harder.

“Please, House—”

“That’s not enough y/n.”

“Please, Gregory! Please make me cum. I need it— I need you.”

The sound of your whimpering voice, an octave higher and pink cheeks is enough to feel like a victory to House. He will enjoy it but most certainly;

He will hold it above your head when he feels like it.

Gregory House is not always a good person.

Again, this has nothing to do with the fact that I want to sit on this man’s face✋🏽😌

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I don’t want a man my age, just give me Gregory House 😫😫🤚🏽

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reblog tthis if you also want an unhealthy amount of asks

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(For everyone who likes the post, please check out the other one! Liking and reposting would help a lot! Thanks! 😊)

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 9 · Since y’all like the first one, here’s another :)) Okay since we covered the part of House being a not so nice person, im

Okay while I understand people see the good in him, Gregory House is not always a good person. In fact, he loves to annoy, rage bait and has a horrible habit of making dark jokes. But during sex? This man will degrade you until either you cry or your pussy does.

* “Pathetic little slut, I should’ve known you were into old crippled men. Couldn’t boys your age fuck you the way you want to?”

* “are you already this wet? Jesus. It’s like you’re desperate to be touched already.”

He plays piano and guitar. Not to forget he is a doctor, he knows where every nerve sits within a woman, and with one flick of his fingers he has you soaking his leather couch. Your back arching while the whimpers stutter from your mouth.

“If you keep making sound like a desperate whore I’m gonna call Wilson and show him what kind of stupid slut you are. I bet it gets you even wetter, mhm?”

You hips stuttering when you reach your peak of orgasm and a high pitched cry leaves your lips. It’s like the world comes crashing down, your pussy clenching hard around his fingers and your lip bleeding from biting on it. When you catch your breath and slowly open your eyes to look back at House, a devilish smirk forms on his face. Still looking at you while bringing his soaked lips to his mouth and sucking on it.

“Are your daddy issues that big that you come to me? Pfft, should call me daddy since yours either left or died.”

“Fuck you.”

But it only makes him grin even harder, the Vicodin making him more loose.

“Oh trust me, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m watching house and turned into a desperate slut for Hugh Laurie. ✋🏽😌🤚🏽

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Happy kinktober for my nasty readers!

This year I wanna participate in whatever I can, and let’s start with Master Chief 😌🤪

Today we start with NSFW alphabet. All the warnings you can think about are there.

Pairings: Master chief! X female! Reader Warnings; EVERYTHING, P in V, unprotected sex, NSFW Alphabet challenge.

A: aftercare.

While john isn’t a big fan of cuddles (he definitely is) he gets you some water, a thick blanket and holds you until you fall asleep.

B: body part himself/ and yours:

For himself? John would choose his height. He is one of the tallest Spartans and while that doesn’t really matter to him it’s the way you have to look up. Every time you two speak he gentle places his hand on your chin to lift your face. It’s the way your neck cranes and standing on the tip of your toes to kiss him. So yes, being taller than you definitely does something to John.

And what does John love about you? Everything. The dimples in your smile, the way you speak about books when you finished them, the both of you sitting on a comfy couch while yapping away and using your hands. It’s how you wait for him when he returns from a mission even though he’s sweaty, smelly and moody. But maybe you could’ve guessed, the man is incredibly interested in your ass. It’s round, perky and a handful that jiggle whenever he smacks it. The moment you bend over to pick something John is behind you, fondling your cheeks with a grunt. That man if definitely an ass man.

C: cum. (Any preference where?)

Inside. Ever since the pallet got removed from his back he’s been feeling every emotion and sensation he never felt. So whenever he fucks you, whether it’s missionary or backshots the primal desire to cum inside your pussy clouds his brain from thinking rational. It’s how your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him when he thrust inside like a mad man. His veins protruding, sweat covered and groaning when he hears you cry beneath him.

D: dick size.

That man is above average, a 6.6 inches and cleaned shaved. He’s cut, and mostly due hygienic reasons.

E: experience.

At first? No. The first time he came within minutes. But he quickly learned exactly what you liked and within weeks John became more experienced than you.

F: favorite position?:

Backshots (cuz ya know, an ass man.) 🤪

G: goofy or serious?

To be honest I don’t think John is a goofy person. He’s raised to be serious and think rational. Sure he can smirk whenever you make a stupid joke, but other than that you need to work a little harder to get there.

H: hair. (Neatly groomed or bald?)

Just like his hair and body he keeps is neat. He doesn’t completely shave it, since you complain it irritates your skin. So he trims when it gets a little bit too long.

I: intimacy.

Despite never growing up with it he can be gentle whenever you need it. If he sees you’re having a bad day he will return with your favorite flowers, whatever candy you desire and holding you until you’re done crying or fall asleep.

J: Jack off.

He prefers you do to it, and if he’s gone at a mission he will call you letting you see how much he exactly misses you.

K: kinky?

Oh yea, have you seen that man? 6,3 feet, 250 pounds or raw strength? It’s primal play he craves, the desire to fill your pussy until it leaks, and impact play.

L: location?

On the couch, in the bed, kitchen counter or stairs wherever you want it baby I’m taking you there (get the song reference? Let me know in the comments)

M: motivation: what makes him horny?

Trailing your nails on his biceps, kissing his neck. that man gets feral when you kiss his neck and nibble on his ear.

N: No. what are his turn offs?

While he does love inflicting pain and showing marks he is firm in boundaries. Everything you don’t like or are afraid of he will never ask until you come with the idea again. For himself it’s anal. And yes he is well aware his G-spot sits there.

O: oral.

Oh yea, both in giving and receiving. But he prefers in giving :)

Pace: is he fast if sensual.

John does both. When he returns from a mission it’s usually fast and hard. But he can be gentle whenever you need him.

Q: quickies?

Girl have you read Location? That man has a metabolism of a animal say goodbye to your pussy 👋🏽

R: risk?

Girl don’t make me answer that 😭 (he loves to experiment with toys and see how long it takes for you to beg for mercy.)

S: stamina:

It’s Master chief. Do I need to say more?

T: toys? Do you two use toys during sex?

While he at first didn’t understand why anyone would use that you showed him why you use them some times and now you two use it regularly.

U: unfair; is master chief a teaser?

No, but you are. When the two of you feel kinky you use a blindfold for him and tease him until he is the one that begs. Oh, I love a man that begs 😌

V: volume: is he loud or are you the loud one?

While he is the one that groans and curses, he doesn’t stop until you cry and have the tears rolling down your cheeks in overstimulation.

W: wild card: random head canon;

The first time he had sex with you he came within seconds. Poor man utterly embarrassed while you couldn’t stop the giggles escaping your lips.

X: X-ray: is he packed?

Already answered!

Y: yearning;

He has a fairly high sex drive

Z: Zzzzzz

After the love making or going to pound town he enjoys holding you while you trail your fingers across his chest. It can make him sleep within minutes.

Well that was that! Did you nasty ones love it? Cuz I sure did 🤣

I hope I can make some more! So drop some smutty requests!

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Happy kinktober for y’all nasty bitches

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(Another update! This one is 2.9k words long so I hope you enjoy it 😍

Don't forgot to like and share! That would help me get more people who enjoyed the content of our lovely Daddy Eric :))

Shouts and laughter fill the air. All the factions look at us as we run, some stares annoyed and some jealous. I feel my skin tingling with anticipation, and my mouth curves into a smile.

I am brave.

Without thinking I laugh. I laugh about the sensation that floods through my blood and runs harder. Some dauntless member joins me and laughs with me. One of my sandals falls off, but I don't care and throw the other one away. Not like need it anymore. Reyes runs up to me, his face full of happiness and freedom.

Finally free.

But I stop smiling when I hear a train horn. I look up and see that people climbed up for the train. Reyes sees it too and nods at me. "Ready, Angie?"

I wink at him and together we sprint away. My longs are burning and my chest is heavy, but I keep on running until I grab the metal bar and start climbing. I feel myself slip, and scratch my leg on something.

I curse loudly but push myself up to see the train coming.

One girl from Abnegation has a hard time, her cheeks are red and she is breathing loudly.

"Hey stiff! Grab my hand!" I yell at her. She grabs it and I pull her up just in time. Reyes is helping another from Abnegation and together we run to jump sideways into the train.

The girl from abnegation stares up at me as I try to help her and gives me a thankful look. "Thank you." I give her a soft smile. "No worries. My name is Angel, but call me Angie."

"I'm Beatrice, nice to meet you."

I stand up and see one boy from Erudite who didn't make it. Some sadly fail before they even get onto the train. I walk up to Reyes and see him talking to someone from Abnegation.

"Angie! This is Hailey. Hailey, this is my best friend, Angie!"

The girl has red hair and a soft face. She smiles up at me and I give her one in return. "Glad you made it, Hailey."

Her smile widens while a blush covers her cheeks. "Thank you."

In the corner of my eye, I see Reyes looking at her, and when he sees me looking he quickly looks away and pretends to look at his nails. I roll my eyes and look back at Hailey, who looks down. I think she has a hard time talking to strangers, so I cough which made her lookup.

"Would you like to be bed buddies?"

Her eyes widen and again her cheeks are flared with red of surprise. Reyes wanted to open his mouth, but I hush him. "Bed buddies?"

"Yeah," I grin. "That means that we sleep next to each other."

She looks very surprised and stares up at Reyes, who gave him the same grin. A boy from Candor huffs, his eyes rolling sarcastically.

"You better stop, plant eaters, no one is interested in your needs."

"And no one is interested in your sad and lonely way of life, Candor," Hailey muttered softly but everyone heard her. The whole train roared with laughter and even I had to bite my tongue. Hailey cracked a smile but stopped as Candor tried to come closer.

"You better watch your tongue—"

"Or what?"

It was Reyes who spoke. He stepped in front of Hailey. The boy had to crack his neck to look at Reyes. He was at least 6,6 feet and the Candor boy nearly touched his shoulders. Candor tried to act though but we all knew that he couldn't beat Reyes. Especially now.

"Or what?"

Reyes spoke through clenched teeth.

The candor boy sneered "whatever" and went back to talking with some random dude from Erudite.

"That's what I thought." Growled Reyes and he stared back at Hailey. His face changed and he smiled, back to his normal self.

The boy was always sunshine and rainbows, and he could laugh with everyone. But once you made him pissed it was like a bomb went off inside him and he would spitfire.

Especially for the people he likes.

I stare at the two of them who laughed like they are old friends. A pang of jealousy went through me, but it was quickly replaced with fondness. It was a good thing to start friendships, and Reyes is very good at making people laugh.

"They're jumping off!"

I quickly jump up as someone from Erudite comments on jumping. I watch as all the dauntless born jump with smiles and howls.

"I can't—"

"Too late, Hailey!"

Panic flashes on my face and my throat are dry from anxiety. Reyes noticed my face and grabs my hand and Hailey. "On one, we jump!"

I nod frantic and stare outside. Everything around me slows down as Reyes counts. Hailey tries to pull back but once Reyes counts to one, he pulls off with him and we jump.

I didn't even blink or closed my eyes. Everything flashed by as the rooftop comes closer. The world stops spinning and I look up to see the last of sunlight through the windows. It's a beautiful orange and a few trust forms in my heart.

I am brave.

Once my knees touch the rooftop I look up and stare up.

I made it.

I turn around to watch the others. Reyes is laughing and Hailey has a frightened but softly smile on her face. Eventually, she too chuckles while her breathing slowly calms down.

Next to me are Beatrice and a Candor girl. Both are laughing and looking at Stiff's scratched knees.

We hear a scream. I turn around to find the source and find a dauntless girl sobbing.

I want to look over the edge but Reyes stopped me. "You don't want to see that." That was all he said before getting up. I stand up as well and walk to the group.

At the end of the roof stands a man. He has piercings on his face as well as his ears, his neck is tattooed and he has a serious look on his face.

"Listen up! My name is Eric and I am one of the leaders of your new faction!"

The leader has a sharp face with piercings. His hair is perfectly slicked back and has a wolfish smirk on his face. Even though he looks smug, his eyes are a stormy silver and checking everyone out. Once his eyes are set on me his eyebrows raise a little.

"Probably didn't expect an amity to show up."

He keeps staring at me and his eyes wandering to my outfit. After that he shows me a little smirk and calls the group together. Reyes walks up to me with raised eyebrows. He stares at Eric and then to me. "What was that?"

I shake my head annoyed.

"I don't know, just leave it."

Reyes' shoulders shake as he's trying to hold his laughter and I push him away. "Asshole." I mutter and he cracks up.

"You want us to jump off a ledge?"

"Do you want to be Dauntless or not?"

He answered with a hint of annoyance.

"Is there water at the bottom or something?" A boy from Erudite asked.

"Who knows." He raised one eyebrow.

When no one came, he sighed loudly and asked us again. Beatrice eventually walks up to him and stands at the edge and seconds later she jumps. We didn't hear anything, not even a cry or a scream. Eric turns to look back at us with a devious smirk. "So who's next?"

Everyone jumps off, and when it's Reyes' turn, he turns around with his middle fingers up and lets himself fall. Most people laughed and I shake my head with a snort. The faction leader, Eric, looked at me for a brief second before he turned away. I didn't even acknowledge him, I wasn't in the mood to have a discussion. When it was Hailey's turn I walked up to her with a smile. She was hesitating and looking down.

"Now, stiff," Eric commented with irritation. I send him a glare that surprised him.

"Hailey.." she looked up and her eyes are moist. "Angel... I can't." She whispered. I gave her a reassuring smile. "Save me a bed as you go down, okay? Preferably closest to a wall."

She got the message I'm trying to give and nods. "You are brave." I mouthed to her.

Hailey closed her eyes and let herself drop. I can hear a squeal of surprise and then an "I did it!" Now I was the only one standing on the rooftop, and suddenly I felt nauseous. I didn't even dare to look at Eric who's eyes stare directly at me.

"Just jump already, initiate. Don't make me push you."

I glared at his way again and sneered.

"You wouldn't dare."

His eyebrows shot up and for a quick second, I saw the excitement in his eyes. But it quickly changed to irritation.

"Is that a dare, Amity?"

I stared back, not even blinking.

"I don't know, sir, is it?"

His grey eyes are filling with rage as he walks up to me with his fists balled. When he stands in front of me I have to look up. He is way taller than me and quite ripped now that he is a little closer. He looks down and the fire in his eyes is burning.

"Stop being a pest and jump, Initiate. I won't repeat myself."

We stared for a couple of minutes until I decided he wasn't going to back down.

"Fine, fine! But only because I want to and I'm hungry."

"God damn it—"

Before he could grab me I jumped and laughed when his face became a little dot. The air danced around me and smacked my hair on my face. It was short and I felt the net under me. Someone pushed the tent a little lower and I felt into his arms with a 'Woah!'

It was a tall man with a dark skin tone and very blue eyes. He gave me a little smile and asked for my name.

"It's Angel." I replied.

"Well, Angel, if you want you can have a new name." He suggested.

I hesitated a little but looked up with determination. "Call me Angie please."

"Alright. Last jumper; Angie!"

The crowd clapped for me and the man lifted me to put me on the ground.

"Welcome to Dauntless."

We walk down the corridor where Four -one of our instructors- leads us to show us the Pit. The girl from Candor snickers and softly whispers.

Four abruptly stops and turns around to face her.

"What's your name?" He asked quietly.

"Christina." She squeaks.

"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction," he hisses.

"The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?"

She quickly nods her head in fear.

He shows us the rooms where we will be staying and tells us to get dressed so that we can eat. Boys and girls are mixed and the showers have no privacy or whatsoever. Reyes, Hailey, and I run to the beds that are in a corner and all our new stuff lies on them. I realized I have to undress in front of them and anxiety creeps inside my head. Reyes noticed my face and walks up to me. "Get the bed in the corner. So I can cover you." Reyes whispers to me. I send him a thankful look and quickly take his bed.

Hurriedly I switch from Amity to Dauntless, but I stop as I hear something fall on the ground. I pick it up and remembers that my mom gave me something. It's a necklace with a butterfly. I smile and one lonely tear falls.

"Thank you, mom," I whisper and kiss the necklace. Since I don't know if we can have it, I bury it under my pillow and join the rest.

We all had to throw our old clothes away into a fire and watch how it burned slowly, reminding us that we are now Dauntless. Four leads us to the pit, a dining hall full of people and clattering silverware. When we walk in, they stand up and applaud us. They stamp their feet and they shout. I felt welcome here and based on the looks of everyone, they felt the same thing.

We grab our plates and head over to an almost empty seat, except for one person.

Eric.

Great, just what I needed. Reyes sat before him and Hailey went to sit next Reyes, so I was forced to sit next to him. She looked up and her face pales as she sees what's happening. Her eyes are guilty, but I give her a wink and let my plate drop. The man didn't even acknowledge us and continued to eat. As I sat down, I forgot how broad Eric was and bumped my leg against his. I could feel the muscles in his leg and I jumped with his warmth invades my cold body.

I saw the muscles in his neck tension and for a second I thought he was gonna snarl at me. But he remains calm and gives himself more space by further opening his legs.

I felt my cheeks getting red as I looked under the table and quickly grabbed something to eat to not look uncomfortable. I saw him looking at me in the corner of his eyes, and his lip twitched.

—"that's a hamburger, Hailey. Never had that before?"

"Stiffs only eat plain food. Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary." A voice suddenly snaps. We all look at Eric who decided to speak up. Reyes didn't felt the tension like I felt and opens his mouth. "How do you know?" The Dauntless leader smirks mischievous and it made Hailey look away. "I read, initiate. Ever heard of that?" My friend wanted to reply with a snarky comment, but I kicked him under the table. 'Shut up' I mouthed with wide eyes. He rolls his eyes and puts his attention on Hailey and starts asking her a million questions about their food system. 

"Initiate. Would you please be kind enough and fuck off with your leg? It's quite bothering me." Eric asked me a couple of minutes later. I grunted and continued to eat. "Why? Does a female  leg bothers you that much?" I replied in the same tone as him. Bored.

I feel him shift under the table and tries to dominate my place, but I plant my leg firmly on the ground. His face slightly turns and again the fire was back in his eyes, mixed with.. mischief?

"Oh trust me, a female leg does not bother me. As in matter of fact, I love them. Especially in different positions." My cheeks glow up with a deep tone of red as he looked me dead in the eyes while he spoke. A sudden rush of arousal flows into my body, but it was gone when his glare came back. "But not yours. Now, initiate. Move."

His voice was so demanding that it should make me tremble. But it didn't and that scared me. I wasn't easily scared or frightened. So, I looked him dead in the eye while taking a bite of my burger.

"Make me."

Now his eyes turned almost black, or at least to a very deep blue. Like navy blue. His nostrils flare in anger and I see the muscles in his neck flex. He was trying to hold back from snapping my neck. And the fact that I did that was amazing. I noticed that his hand was holding his metal cup on for dear life, and I saw it bend very slightly.

"Don't make me drag your ass to the training centrum for a training that has you whimpering." He tried to speak calmly, but the vein in his neck said otherwise.

I huffed and took a swig of my drink. I should just keep my mouth shut. Just saying 'sorry' and hope he doesn't push me off the bridge. But I couldn't. It was almost exciting to see him worked up.

I turned my face around and on accident, my knee touched his, and again the warmth of his body made contact with mine. I felt his heat through my leather pants and I shivered when I realized I was so damn cold. Back in amity, I was always in the sun, and now I'm somewhere down where the sun can't reach.

"You know what Eric, I'd like to see you try."

Now I knew I fucked op. He had a devious smirk on his skin that made him look scary. "I hope you know where you brought yourself into, Initiate. Tomorrow you and I will have a good training session. After training."

God damn, Angie. So much for trying to stay invisible. Reyes and Hailey saw everything happen and they all stared at me like I was an idiot. Well, can't blame them though.

Eric stood up with his finished plate and his body touched mine again. He clapped me on my back which made me cry out in surprise.

"See you tomorrow. Initiate."

And he walked away.

Reyes's eyes are finally on me, and he didn't look good.

"What the Hell, Angie!?"

"I think I messed up," I admitted with an awkward smile. Reyes slapped himself and Hailey gave me an awkward smile in return.