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[tired-shipper]

the divergent fandom is slowly waking up I CAN FEEL IT

[wackyharpy]

Solicitude

Eric (Divergent) x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eric takes care of his girlfriend after the hard day.

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A/N: English isn't my native language. I'm obsessed with this man, oh gods! Needed to write something like this. I'd be very happy for your comments and reblogs. Enjoy :)

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, fingering, p in v sex, she/her pronouns.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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She enters their shared apartment late in the evening locking the door. Muscles all over the body ache after hard trainings with the squad she's part of. Their commander always keeps them fit.

She finished her initiation taking the third place on the rankings board. Such success for a girl, who was one of the two among other male initiates, ended up with her becoming a part of the squad of the special purpose for secret missions.

Since the day their commander chose her, he has never regretted. It was a right decision. She is smart and witty — former Erudite — calm and placid — a perfect person not to blab plans and inside scoop.

Additionally, she's the youngest leader's girlfriend.

To start relationships with Eric wasn't an easy decision, but two years have already passed and they're still together. Unexpectedly, Eric has turned out to be a simple person to live with. Yes, the character he has, sometimes drives her crazy, although it's not the problem that can't be solved. He's dominant, intimidating and frightening, as he was the first time she met him during the initiation.

Nevertheless, she's discovered much more other facets of his personality. He's not just that cruel leader everybody is used to seeing him. Eric can cook — the first thing that surprised her a lot. He's a good listener and adviser. He motivates her to work and to become a better version of herself — she appreciates time they spend together in the gym where he shares his knowledge of how to obtain skillfulness in fighting, shooting, plotting plans and strategies.

They've learned how to be a leader and a subordinate, a mentor and a student outside the walls of their apartment. But here, they're only Eric and her. Just a boyfriend and his girlfriend.

She walks deeper in the room greeting Eric who is finishing dinner in the kitchen area. Dim lights of lanterns illuminate the space along with the moon whose rays permeate into through the panoramic windows — their apartment is situated on the upper floors of Dauntless compartment.

She rubs red weary eyes with her calloused palms, and sits at the table in the dining area. Exhales heavily. Eric places a plate with baked salmon and veggies in front of her. He constantly pays attention to her diet for her to have energy and be healthy.

"Thanks," she smiles warmly.

Being a leader, he's never provided her with advantages that may assist her easily gain a position in Dauntless. Some people may consider, she got her place in the squad because of Eric, though that's not true. Her efforts are the reason she's there. The only benefits she has is access to products of high-quality, good clothes, domicile and protection.

She eats every now and then looking at sharp features of Eric's face, at his perfect nose and slightly plump lips, at his cheekbones which she adores to contour with the finger. Her eyes go down viewing vividly black tattoos on the neck. She feels how something is tugging in the lower abdomen.

"Eat your meal. Stop gazing at me," she hears his voice's deep timbre. Abruptly, her cheeks turn pink and she chuckles. She sees how a perfect line of Eric's lips twitches in a smirk.

"Salmon is really good," she praises dinner.

"Mhm... received two fresh fish this morning."

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They finish dinner and clean the table, then do the washing-up together. Eric hides two plates in the shelf above the faucet and turns to her immediately embracing her little petite figure with his strong arms.

"Tired?" The serene tone of his voice soothes her.

She cuddles closer to his chest smelling a pleasant male scent, and just nods. She feels a soft kiss on her forehead, and then Eric rises her from the ground taking to the bathroom.

After brushing their teeth — they've got used to do all this plain routine together, the couple gets ready to take the shower. Eric turns on water and begins to undress her. She yawns finally feeling how much her muscles are strained, in need of rest. Hooded eyes watch how Eric attentively takes off all of her clothes, then undresses himself.

He's not a type of guy to say "love you" and other sweet nothings about his feelings, but she doesn't need that. She's got used to his own tongue of showing love and affection.

Before stepping into the shower cabin, Eric checks the temperature of water, only then leads her inside along with him. She closes her eyes relaxing under warm streams realizing how much her body's got exhausted. Eric massages her shoulders gently once in a while placing kisses on them, her neck, or back. He helps to soothe knots in her strained muscles. She sighs contendetly leaning back on his powerful chest. She feels that Eric is smiling, feels his tender touching on her hips and stomach. She enjoys such moments when he takes a lead, dominates but gently, and looks after her. At times like this, she feels safe and peaceful.

After the shower, he dries her wrapping in the soft towel. Eric takes her face and kisses her affectionately and possessively.

"Fancy sex?" His look is demanding and piercing.

She bites her lower lip that doesn't escape Eric's attention.

She nods, also adding:

"But I'm too tired to be active in bed."

He is silent for several seconds, just rubs her cheeks with the thumbs. Then responds:

"I'll take care of you."

With these words, he leads her to their bed that stands opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows. She sinks in the black linen that smells of them. After coming into contact with the duvet, her head and eyelids suddenly feel heavy. Drowsiness washes over her, foggy curtain falls onto her eyes.

Eric lies beside her and she immediately snuggles her nose into his bicep closing her eyes, giving her whole body to him. He unwraps the towel revealing her steamed, after the shower, body.

His calloused hand creases her breasts, plays with her already hard nipples and then goes down reaching her labia. Eric rubs them leisurely watching her reactions. She's a bit sleepy, though still reacts to his movements gasping quietly. He finds her pulsating clit giving it proper attention until her pussy is wet enough to insert two fingers inside. Her moist insides welcome them and he starts gentle but steady movements back and forth. She breathes out, moans a little, and Eric looms his head over brushing his lips against hers.

"Like it?"

"Mhm," she cuddles closer, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Open your legs wider," he commands whispering.

She obediently does as he orders. His thrusts become faster. She feels hotness rushing to her core, something tugs, then her walls clench, and she releases sticky juices orgasming. She exhales heavily feeling pleasant relief.

Eric takes out his fingers spreading clammy liquid of her pussy all over her entrance and inner labia. He pumps his already hard dick for some time and settles himself comfortably between her lean legs. He rubs pinkish head of the cock against her drenched folds, then starts intruding with his member inside.

Eric bites his lower lip feeling how her enjoyable tightness wraps his member. They both gasp. He looms over her hiding her safely from the world conquering all her senses with only his presence.

"Eric..." sweet moan of hers.

His thrusts are slow and gentle — he's not planning to make rough sex tonight. He wants her to enjoy herself, relax, and ultimately sleep peacefully.

[ghostedgrim]

Nightmares in Ink- Prologue

warnings: mentions of getting drugged (abuse of peace serum), cursing, (choosing ceremony). If there's any other warnings you believe I should add, comment pls.

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Summary: Amity was thought to be the safest faction, and yet the most violent crime occurred there: a divergent showing their true colors. Now the child of the Lowe family, a victim of the crime, is of age to leave Amity and choose their own path through Dauntless.

He saw the crime scene, he watched as Erudite ran test after test on the child, he was there every time Erudite brought the child back. He was a kid then too. Now it's his responsibility to prepare Dauntless for a war only a select few know about. There were few things that haunted Eric, and yet the ghost had a habit of following him.

I've been sitting by my window watching the sun rise for nearly an hour now. I'm already dressed in a tight yellow shirt and baggy orange boho pants. They're my nicest clothes, the ones I'm most proud to own. I bought these fabrics through an acquaintance, and hand stitched every detail myself, down to the black feather embroidery on my pant pockets and cuffs.

I remain by the window, watching the sunset and listening to the birds. It's my last day here in this little shack. It's my last day here in Amity. And I'm fucking glad. I'll miss the birds chirping, the quiet mornings, the way the goats would run to me in excitement as I carried large bags of food to their pens, the screams of baby goats and the bruises I'd get from them hitting their heads on my legs. I think I might also miss the cows who always break out of their pasture to stare at the horses. It was a silly reoccurring event, the younger horses getting freaked out by the strange animal, all the while the cow just stands there... watching. And it was always Jash and Lily who did it. I used to be the one who had to drag them back. Fortunately, they've now learned that when I grab a rope, it's time to go, and they'd get treats if they cooperate.

But then there's the people in Amity itself. Their stares, rumors, avoidance. The way they smile as if just a couple years ago they weren't constantly drugging me to keep me peaceful. They think I'll become my mother, Divergent, a monster, a psyco. Yeah, I'm definitely happy to say goodbye to them, might even wave just my middle fingers to show how much I'll miss them when I leave.

The Choosing Ceremony. Typically, the parents and their children would all go as one to the ceremony. But I didn't have that, and everyone in Amity was scared to get close. I never really knew my guardian. I knew I had one when I was 13, but I was always drugged or violent until Erudite swooped in to take me back under their care. When I returned to Amity I was 15, so I was deemed fit enough to take care of myself.

Finally, a brown, beat up, truck with a large trailer arrives. A couple Amity families sit inside it, their songs fading off at the truck reaches my shack. I waste no time walking outside and hauling myself onto the trailer. The families scoot closer to one another and further into the trailer, while I remain at the edge of the trailer. After a bit they resumed singing.

It takes half an hour to reach the wall that surrounds our city, and then another two hours before we reach The Hub. Most of the Amity take the elevators with the Candor, and Erudite, but I take the stairs. The last thing I needed was to be squeezed into a tight space with so many people. By the top of the stairs, I had come to almost regret that decision.  Turns out walking nearly a hundred flight of stairs is vastly different from walking miles while doing chores. To my shock there was an Abnegation man waiting for me at the top of the stairs, the same one who gave me the serum for my Faction test, Theo.

"I had planned on meeting you at your home in Amity. However, it wasn't until after I reached out to Amity to make the request did, I learn you were beyond the wall, and had my request rejected. But I'm here now. Nobody deserves to go through the Choosing Ceremony alone." Theo smiles warmly while offering his hand, "We'll have to sit with the Amity, but you can choose how far from the front and aisles we sit." Surprisingly enough I do take the man's hand, but only long enough to walk through the crowds of people to the edge of one of the Amity rows near the middle. 

As we sit my mind drifts to my Test. I had been terrified, almost enough to fight my way out of the school cafeteria where everyone else was waiting. Knowing that such an action would make me Factionless or unable to leave Amity was what made me stay. I was trembling by the time I entered that exam room, but not from fear of the test itself, but the fact that I'd definitely have to take a serum. There was already a Dauntless guard waiting inside. But then Theo walks right up to me, cupped both of my hands in his and warmly greeted me. For a moment I had wanted to call him an idiot, but he wasn't, he was just selfless and knew I needed help calming down. 

"My name is Theo Mason, I will be giving you your test today. Erudite already briefed me on your history. I want to promise you the serum that will be administered to you is nothing like Amity's Peace Serum, and I will not be administering it to you until you're ready." For an Abnegation man, Theo was clever. For by the time he finished his greeting, he had guided me to the chair without me even realizing. "I'm going to get everything set up, sit in the chair please. And if you have any questions or worries, please ask," while he turned to the computer I inspected the chair. Restraints had been screwed in; they really had prepared for me to attack. After a minute, I sat. The Dauntless guard marched over to close the restraints, but Theo promptly stopped them, "Not yet, not until she's ready Alex."

"What does it feel like?" I asked.

"The serum?"

"Yeah. What will the serum feel like?"

"Well, it's been nearly 23 years since I took mine," Theo starts. "From what I remember, there was no pain. In fact, I couldn't tell I was in a simulation until after the simulation ended. There are no lasting effects. Oh, and if it helps, Erudite already did all the tests necessary, it won't make you relapse. You're safe." 

I had asked Theo to tell me a story to distract me, and soon after he administered the serum. I chose the knife...

I watched silently as Jeanine called out names. One by one everyone picking their factions. The silent tears or rage from the parents whose children left their factions, the cheers for when someone made their choice. Soon it was my turn.

"... Lowe," the room was silent, just like it was each time someone was walking to the stage, and yet I still felt goosebumps on my skin. Finally, I reached the stage and stood before the podium where the bowls for each faction sit. Before them a knife and bandage. I cut my palm, and watched as blood welled up from the wound, then ever so slowly I hovered my hand over one of the bowls. I could feel the heat emanating off the coals. I wanted to protect people like Theo. Like my mother I was a fighter, but unlike her my violence will be done to protect not hurt. To my surprise people cheered as my blood hit the coals and sizzled. And when I looked at Dauntless, they looked happy to have me.

Reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated and will help motivate me to keep writing this.

[whiskeyswriting]

Natural Masterlist

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Chapter 1: Natural

Chapter 2: Gloves Up

Chapter 3: Fighter

Chapter 4: Bring Me To Life

Chapter 5:

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😍pairing: Eric Coulter x F!Reader | ⚠️warning: canon typical violence in the series; mentions of blood, knife; implied smut

📝A/N: Song lyrics incorporated will be in bold and blue. Flashbacks will be italicized. Any lines or scenes used from the books and/or movies will be done in green. This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I do not own the characters of the Divergent series. The credit for that goes to Veronica Roth for creating the series. As such, anything in green or blue are the intellectual property of their respective owners.

[mr-inva]

Ron & Hermione : *fall in love*

Peeta & Katniss : *fall in love*

Tobias & Tris : *fall in love*

Percy & Annabeth : *literally "fall" in love*

Me : *falls over a pile of books while being in love with their love*

[just-twinkling]

“People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.”

-Veronica Roth // Insurgent

[hockeysweetheart]

Me literally reading The Hunger Games. Divergent and Matched series also The Fault in Our Stars

[salixc]

i hope to god this isnt a dead fandom, but this is one of my Divergent OCs, Ezra. yes, she’s a lesbian, how could you tell? Ezra is the main character and narrator of one of my AO3 stories, Not My Conscience, a canon-compliant prequel to the Divergent book. give it a read maybe? <3