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Little Doves find love in the strangest ways
Eric x reader
Words: 1944
Iâm cruising down flop street but Iâm still feeling sweet.
*GIFS NOT MINE*
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Y/n. That was the name you were now living with. That was the name you decided to stick with as soon as you hit the net. You had been asked and that was your decision. Your first day in Dauntless was well daunting. Making friends was easy being from Amity. Kill them with kindness was basically your motto. You had joined a pretty houmous and lively clique that gladly welcomed you. The first night with the faction transfers was one of your favourites. Most of the group got tattoos but you opted for a personalized necklace. One charm had your name on a vinyl record made of gold and another said âAmityâ on a tree. You loved music and you left Amity. That was the first day. Everything after that got exceptionally harder.
Physical training wasnât horrible but you also werenât a âchampionâ. I guess doing some heavy, weight work in Amity helped with your muscle mass. One week you did phenomenally but the next you were setup to fight Peter and lets say, a few bruises and one excruciatingly painful headache made you lose the Amity spring in your step. Losing that fight brought your rank down a debatable amount. Deciding to not cause a ruckus you kept your mouth shut and dealt with it. The decrease did however deplete your motivation leaving you with a few lazy punches or easy blocks causing you to earn a couple of bruises.
âDove, in the ring!â Fourâs voice shouted.
Dove was the nickname you got being one of the few Amity transfers. It was Willâs doing because doves are a symbol of purity and peace, and so are you according to him. Your bare feet padded across the cool smooth concrete and onto the springy mat. You cocked your head to the side, wordlessly asking who you would be fighting.
âAl, jump in.â
Oh come on. Al was obviously no match for you, he was to soft. Although according to others so were you. Eric gave the signal and you began to dance around the ring, arms up with Al.
âToday initiates!â Ericâs voice demanded sounding obviously bored.
You let out a sigh and stepped forward. Lifting you leg up and twisting your body you roundhouse kicked Al in the face knocking him out cold.Â
As you reached down and picked up his unconscious body you let out the word
âSorry.â
The weight was semi-relieved as another person helped you with the unconscious boy.Â
âDonât apologise initiate.âÂ
Eric.
âSorry.âÂ
This made you mentally facepalm.
âOh my God, Sorry!â
Ericâs steel blue eyes glared at you as the two of you walked the halls to the infirmary.Â
âHoly shit Y/n stop it!â You scolded yourself.
You tiny outburst of embarrassment seemed humourous to Eric who let out a chuckle.Â
âDonât laugh at me! Itâs not my fault, I blame the bread!â
âOh little Dove, how innocent you are.â Eric teased, still laughing a little.
Al was dropped into a hospital bed and you made your way back to the training center. Partnering up with Will, you practiced some basic skills involving blocking, jabs and throat hits.Â
âAll right get out!â Eric shouted.Â
Everyone began to shuffle out the room including you.
âDove, stay back!âÂ
âUGH!â You groaned clearly annoyed.
Everyone you passed gave you sympathetic looks or a quick âgood luckâ.
âWhat do you require, Sir?â
âWell I was going to offer you help but with that attitude I donât think so.â
âOh great! So I can go and shower now? I really need to.â You jumped from foot to foot towards the door. Peeking your head round the corner you smiled. âOh Eric? I may be from Amity but you wonât find me begging.â You winked and swiftly made your way back to the dorm room retiring to bed after a much needed shower.Â
The next week or so Eric kept holding you back, giving you useless jobs to do.Â
âWe donât even use these knives Eric. Why do I have to sharpen them?â
âBecause little innocent Dove, Iâm exposing your pure self to dangerous items.â Eric teased.
âOh my-! Iâve had it with you! IâM NOT INNOCENT!â Your rageful outburst took over your body and the next thing you knew you had hurled a knife straight into Ericâs shoulder. âOh for fucks sake!â The adrenaline coursing through your veins gave you enough courage to grab Eric by the hand and drag him through the halls to his apartment.Â
âCode?â
âDo I even want to know why you know where I live?â Eric questioned punching in his code.
The door slid open sending a cool breeze over you. âFor your information, I wish to know my way around thank you. Apparently Iâm already gullible enough as is.â
Eric chuckled which caused a muffled groan.Â
âHey, you pushed my buttons that what you deserve.â
âTouchĂ©â
Silence fell over the apartment and you dragged Eric into his bathroom. Frantically searching for his first-aid kit you seized the bright red bag and unzipped it. The contents exploded and you found exactly what you needed.Â
âBrace yourself.â You said wrapping your fingers around the knifeâs handle.
Eric grabbed the bench and you yanked the blade from his skin. He let out a string of mangled groans expressing his agony.
âShirt.â You guestured.
âIs this an excuse to see me shirtless, not so innocent, little Dove?â Eric flirted.
âItâs either I fix this or you get infected, because we both know youâre too stubborn to tell the nurse an initiate stabbed you.â
Eric rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt over his head with minimal staining to his shoulder. You were awestruck at his Greek God physique. Holy shit, this man is fit. His six pack basically shines like the sun and itâs so hard not to look away. But you do, opting to unscrew the lid on some antiseptic liquid to keep from drooling. Pouring some onto a wad of spare gauze you warned the Dauntless leader again.
âThis is gonna sting like a bitch.â
âI think I can hand-â
Eric cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath as you pressed the soaked gauze onto his bleeding wound. The shocking action caused his hands to latch onto the nearest thing. Your hips. Your cheeks flushed as your y/e/c eyes met his steel blue ones, causing him to smirk.
âYouâve got a nice set of love handles here Dove.â
âWell your pretty bold arenât you, Sir?â You replied using the gauze to wipe the excess blood.
Putting the wad in the trash, you fiddled with the needle struggling to thread it. After about the fifth attempt the thread went through and you secured a knot onto the end. You rested your hand onto Ericâs protruding bicep and pierced his skin dragging it back in and out repeatedly. Once the wound was closed you cut the thread and taped down a fresh pad of gauze overtop to keep it clean. You cleaned up the bench in silence then reopened the cupboard and grabbed some aspirin. Popping two pills out the bottle you handed them to Eric who took them and without saying anything retreated to the kitchen. You put the bottle and kit back, closing the door and exiting the bathroom.Â
Walking towards the door you pushed the button and it slid open. âWhere are you going Initiate?â âTo hopefully get some privacy for a shower.â âHere.â Eric walked over to his dresser and grabbed a plain black t-shirt throwing it to you. âCare to join?â You teased. Eric scoffed and you dashed into the bathroom.Â
Once the warm water hit your skin,you were a moaning mess. The steam clouded the glass and you completed your usual routine. Parting with the heat, you dried off and slipped Ericâs shirt over your head. The shirt sat mid-thigh and complemented your curves. You braided your hair into a simple plait and let it fall to one side. Exiting the bathroom the smell of cheesy goodness filled your nostrils.Â
âWhy are your showers so much better? Itâs not fair.â
âBecause Dove, we are privileged from passing initiation.â He responded handing you a bowl of Mac n cheese.Â
âYouâre starting to grow on me Coulter. Iâm not sure if I should be afraid or intrigued.â
Eric moved closer towards you. Putting his bowl on the bench, the action which you repeated. Ericâs boots made two short steps towards you ending up face to face with you. His minty breath casted a cool breeze to fall on your lips. You swiftly looked down at the black combat boots encasing your feet, that was until you felt the soft touch of Ericâs fingers under your chin pushing it upwards. Your gaze met his and you flirtatiously blinked smiling a little towards him.Â
âBoth.â
And with that Eric closed the gap between you, connecting at the lips, eyes closed. The kiss was slow and filled with passion. You deepened the kiss by turning you head to the side and lifting your hand to hold Ericâs neck. The sound of your heartbeat heavy in your ears balanced out the apartmentâs silence as Ericâs crisp breath calmed you. Your tense muscles relaxed as Eric placed a hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. He began to walk, backing you into the kitchen bench you were lifted up and onto the frigid marble countertop. Eric stepped between you legs that wrapped themselves around his still bare torso. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to tug at his hair. Eric let out a low groan and you broke away from his addictive lips letting out a small giggle.Â
âEnjoying yourself Coulter?â You giggled again.
âLittle Dove, whatever should I do with you?â
âHmmâŠthis.âÂ
You leaned forwards and pressed a lasting kiss to Ericâs lips before teasingly pulling away and resting your forehead against his.Â
âI should go.â You whispered disappointed.Â
Eric pulled away and helped you down from the counter. You gave him a chaste kiss and swiftly walked to the door. You looked over your shoulder and quipped.
âKeep that shoulder clean, yeah?â
You left the apartment and quickly returned to the dorm room hoping not to get flooded with questions.
Your eyes peeked through the crowd of various hair colours in search of the scoreboard. Your name was situated on the third rung meaning not only did you pass initiation you made it to top three. Tris, one of your close friends, sat at the top taking her well earned spot as overall âwinnerâ.Â
âTop three initiate. Well deserved.â The rugged voice of your secret boyfriend whispered into you ear.Â
âThank you Sir.âÂ
You reached your arms up and held the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair.
âYouâre mine now.â He grumbled and you tilted your head to meet him.
âI suppose so.â You whispered against his lips.
âHEY EVERYONE! I FOUND OUT WHY ERIC WAS BEING NICER!âÂ
Everyone in the room quickly shut up and stared at the pair of you.
âWILL! I SWEAR TO SATAN IâLL KI-âÂ
Ericâs lips captured your words and disolved them into the kiss. The once silent Pit erupted in cheers and wolf whistles egging you on.  When you broke apart, the crowd cheered even louder and a few people you knew, including Tris who knowingly hated Eric, congratulated you. The Pit died down only to spike back up at the loud music blasted through large speakers and the party officially began.Â
âItâs this Doveâs time to fly!â You shouted running off into the crowd of dancing Dauntless.
And fly you did.Â
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