#eric dauntless

[theredviolets]

Not-so-little known fact about me: one of my favourite books of all time is The Training by @clublulu333 on ffn.net and ao3 and in honour of me getting a kindle for the first time and adding it to my library I made some fan covers for it. Find joy in them and use them if you’d like, just please give credit to me and to the author!

[delphinium-blues]

Fearless Magazine

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

I walk down the stairs of the pit and see Lynn at the bar.

“Lynn!”

She turns to greet me.

“Finally!” She gives me a big hug. “You never come out!”

She looks me up and down, “You trying to get into trouble tonight?”

I jokingly strike a pose and she laughs. I rummaged through my closet trying to find an outfit I didn’t hate and ended up wearing a mini skirt, knee high socks, platform converse and a tube top - all black, of course, for a night out.

“Look familiar,” I motion to the jewelry that Lynn bought me to celebrate conquering my fear, snake earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet.

She giggles, “Your grumpy little boyfriend is standing in the corner staring through your soul right now.”

“Who?” I turn to look but she stops me.

“Don’t look! Let him come to you.”

I look at her puzzled, “I thought you didn’t play games.”

“I think they’re kind of fun now,” She smirks.

I jokingly hit her arm, “Oh my goodness, you’re insufferable.”

“Whatever, let’s dance.” She grabs my hand and drags me to the dancefloor.

“I’m not drunk enough for that,” I plead. She laughs maniacly.

***

Lynn and I steal everyone’s attention on the dancefloor, eventually I leave her with the new friend she had just made alone and head to the bar.

I feel a presence behind me and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

My head swings around to see Eric towering over me. 

“Getting drinks,” I say confused. He snickers at me and moves to lean on the bartop.

“Your friend kept looking at me while the two of you were dancing. You might be too naive to see, but she wanted you to make me jealous.”

I roll my eyes at him, “I can’t imagine you getting jealous over me, Eric.”

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes sparkling at me.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“You probably have some girl lined up here somewhere.”

His face drops, “Y/n, I promise you I’m not the person you might think I am.”

He wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me into his chest. “And if I was would I do this?” His lips meet mine for the first time since that night in the office. I melt into him, and my hands caress the back of his neck.

He pulls away leaving me dazed.

“W-what’s that supposed to prove?” I ask, still looking at his lips.

He snickers, “I was hoping that it’d prove I wouldn't hide wanting you in front of my alleged lineup of women.”

I rest my hands on his chest. I look up into his eyes and smile softly at him. 

“I got your gift by the way.”

I bury my face into his neck, heat rises to my face in embarrassment.

“You’re not supposed to talk about it!”

He laughs, “You didn’t even leave me a name, I had to make sure it was you.”

He plants a kiss on my forehead, “Lets get out of here.”

“Where’d you wanna go?”

“Well, there aren’t many places I can go right in my current state, so how about my place?”

“Ok, that sounds great.” I shoot him a big smile. “Just let me tell Lynn-” I turn my head to find my best friend in the middle of a make out session with the red haired girl she was talking to earlier. 

“Looks like it won’t be a problem then,” Eric jokes. He turns and grabs my hand before crutching his way around the crowd of people.

“Eric?” He looks at me. “How’d you get down here?”

He laughs heartily.

[that1girloverthere]

Teaching the Stiff 

*warning* contains LOTS of smut

"Okay so what do you want to do?" He asks, eyes meeting mine in the hazy light of the sunset. His curtains open to the otherwise dark room, his fourth floor view one to envy.

A nervous laugh falls from my lips, my eyes falling to his bare chest. "I don't know, I've never done anything like this before."

"Well that much is obvious," he smirks. As I start to snap back at him his hand finds it's way to my hip, pulling me forward onto his lap. The satin fabric of his sheets brush my skin through the rips in my jeans.

"How do you feel about this?" He asks me, his voice lowered now that I'm pressed against him. My legs find their place on either side of his, my hands dangle at my sides.

Through a shaky breath I reply, "I like it."

He nods, that smirk still on his lips. "You can touch me, you know?" I stare down at my floating hands, then his chest. I let them find their way to his body, the tips of my fingers entwining in his patch of chest hair, the skin underneath is warm.

"That's better." He replies.

"Tell me what to do." My hands shake slightly as I speak, needing some kind of instruction.

"Ah, ah, ah. This was your idea, remember? You get to make the calls here."

My breath shakes in my chest, my eyes stuck on the thick black blocks of tattoo that rise up his neck.

"Okay." I get out, the word rushed and in no way as confident as I would like it to sound.

My hand moves with a mind of its own, my fingertips brushing over the slight scruff that decorates his jaw. I let my eyes meet his and I'm granted a wave of heat over my body at the look he gives me. His pupils have overtaken the normally stark grey irises, leaving him to stare at me like a predator does to prey. My fingers' movements pause; concern briefly flashes across his features.

"You good?"

God, even his voice has become darker.

"Yeah, yeah..." I wobble through the sentence. "Well, no." His hands leave my waist with the release of that single word, making a cold chill run up my back at the loss of warmth.

"Wait," I use my hands to guide his back to their original place, making eye contact yet again. "I still want to do this, I just really need some instruction here."

The cocky grin on his face nearly makes me lose it as he speaks, "Alright, but tell me to stop if it gets too much for you."

Before I can reply his lips are connected to mine, all brain process lost to his movements. His hands run over my hips, one settling in my back pocket, the other at my waistline. A gentle push has me meeting his lap fully, making my hips buck instinctively.

A sigh comes from his lips and my cheeks are set aflame.

He bites my bottom lip lightly, making me gasp and granting him full access to my mouth. His tongue is warm as it slides around my mouth making me pout when he pulls away.

"Why did you-" I'm cut off when his lips touch my neck. They work their way down, gently nipping and licking as he goes.

Goosebumps follow the path his hands make beneath my shirt, getting closer and closer to my peaked nipples all while his lips never leave my neck and jaw. He cups me in his palm, a finger passing over the bud, making me moan.

"No bra, huh?" He taunts, his voice husky.

"Shut up." I manage to gasp out.

His hands continue along their path, his thumb continuing to tease me. My head tilts back and my eyes shut slightly, my breath coming out in sighs.

Before I know what I'm doing I push myself against him, rocking back and forth, searching for any kind of friction.

He groans and my stomach flips.

His fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt, "Off." I let him take it over my head, arms raised.

For a moment he sits there, staring at me and I can't help but feel the urge to cover up, my hands leaving his body to shield myself from his view.

He shakes his head, "Don't, you look good."

Placing my hands back on his chest for me, he leans in slowly, letting his lips gently glide over my neck. He makes his way down to my breasts, nipping and sucking at the raised flesh. A moan escapes me at his ministrations. My back arches in response.

Before I realize what's happening i'm being flipped onto my back, Eric laying over me.

His eyes lock on mine for a moment and the sheer lust in the stare almost breaks me. His lips trail down my body, occasionally biting at the sensitive skin, only to run a soothing tongue over the area before continuing.

My hands grip the sheets above my head, holding me to reality.

"Lift your legs up," his voice is so gravelly it shocks me but I do as he says, my hips rising as the jeans I didn't even realize were unbuttoned are slid from my body. I lay there, naked besides the small piece of fabric I somehow call underwear. His gaze makes me miss the feeling of his lips on my breasts.

"What are you waiting for?" I mean to taunt, the infliction is all off however thanks to a new rasp in my voice I've never heard before.

He lets out a small chuckle. "Easy there, Stiff or I might start to think you're a Dauntless."

I raise myself onto my elbows, staring forward to the man seated between my legs.

"I am Dauntless." I say but it doesn't seem to convince him.

He raises his eyebrows as if referencing the clear "Stiff" behavior I had moments before. How this entire time I've yet to do more than lay there and moan.

Fine, two can play at that game.

I fully stand from the bed, and turn to face him. Trying my best to ignore my nakedness, I come close to his face, placing hands on his shoulders.

"Lay down." I command, not sure how I manage to pull off the air of confidence.

He seems surprised but does as I say, moving further onto the bed, his head resting at the headboard.

I trail my hands down his body, starting at his neck. Leaning forward I let my tongue follow the path my hand takes, tracing over his skin.

A sigh vaguely resembling my name comes from his lips and it only spurs me on.

His skin tastes slightly salty and I can't get enough. Without thinking I let my hand travel past his navel, my fingers sweeping over his waistband. I run my nails gently over the exposed skin, making his hips buck. I smirk in satisfaction.

"Quit playing." He groans, eyes set intensely on mine.

"Be patient." I retort, not giving him time to snap at me again as I let my hand fully dip beneath his sweatpants and boxers. The skin I'm met with is softer than any other on his body and I can't stop myself from gliding my fingertips over it multiple times.

I wrap my hand around his length, new to the experience but trying to remember the advice I was given by my friends through the years. Twisting my wrist slightly with each rise and fall, I sit in awe at the sounds that come from Eric's mouth.

Just as I feel his body tensing beneath my hand, I let go. Attempting to make quick work, I move to pull off his remaining clothing but find it impossible with a his unrelenting weight bearing down on one side of it.

I give him a look at my predicament and he moves to rise from the bed, playfully pinching my exposed nipple in the process. He chuckles at my uncontrollable moan.

I watch as he stands in front of me, finding myself on my knees before him, a faint scratch of fabric against my shins. His eyes stare down at me as he slowly removes his last articles of clothing, his entire being nude for me to observe. Its impressive, though I'd be damned before I admit that to him.

"Well?" He taunts, seeing as though I'm at a loss for words.

His cock stands at attention directly in front of my face, larger than I ever realized it was. Gripping him in my hand again, I take my time deciding to taste him. My tongue darting out to lick from his base to the tip, letting my entire mouth encircle him when I reach the end.

His hips buck slightly, a hand coming down to grip the back of my head, tangling in my hair. A moan escapes him and it shoots right to my core, burning me up.

Just as I'm about to take him fully, he pulls my head away from him, a pop sounding at the release of my lips from him. Faster than I though was possible, I'm being pushed onto my back, hands tearing at my last scrap of clothing, my underwear being thrown off to the side.

"My turn," he practically growls. I stare at him, body practically pulsating with need and lust. His callused hands grips my knees, making my legs bend and then spread, exposing myself to him fully. He gives my body a long, hungered look before leaning down. He starts at my thighs, kissing and biting them to the point that I feel like I could combust.

"Quit playing," I say, a mirror to what he said moments ago. I feel more than see his smirk as he at last stops the assault, and begins a new one. When his tongue touches me my eyes roll into the back of my head, a moan that just might be his name rasping out of me. In all my years I never knew it could feel this good.

He goes to work on me, lips sucking at my clit, tongue flicking against it. My back arches and my hands search for something, anything, to grab on to. One finds its way into his hair, the other the sheets beneath us.

"Fuck Eric, don't stop," I gasp. My body starts to tense and I know what's coming.

Eric seems to too, as he replaces his mouth with his hand, moving against me in ways I know I'll crave for the rest of my life. His eyes meet mine while he sucks on the skin around my sensitive area. I can barely see him through the building haze.

"That's it," he says, voice deep and powerful, the voice of a leader. "Cum for me like a good girl."

And with that, I do.

My vision falters and if I didn't know any better I would dare to say I passed out for a moment. My legs shake in satisfaction and I can't help but stare in awe at the man that is still between my legs.

"Come here," I nearly growl. With a hand on his jaw I taste myself on his lips, letting my fingers drift around his torso. He groans as I reach the deep V his muscles make at his waist.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, hand reaching back down to rub against my folds, making my hips buck uncontrollably.

I'm nodding long before I can gather enough breath to answer.

"Yes," I plead. "Please, Eric."

He kisses me again, softer than before, but still with a hunger I didn't think was possible. I feel him shift against me and where his fingers - and mouth - were moments earlier the pressure of his head rests. A hand holding himself, I watch as he guides his dick to rub my clit. A similar heat builds inside of me again and I let out a sigh.

"You like that?" He questions.

I'm about to reply when his thumb replaces his member and I sense a deep pressure begin. With a gentleness I didn't know the feared leader could have, he enters me, leaving me feeling full beyond thought.

His hips begin to move, slow and deliberate, thumb moving in time.

"Oh, God." I gasp, hips pushing to meet his. A different kind of pleasure takes over and I fade in and out of reality for a moment.

"Such a dirt girl," He comments. He thrusts into me, hand reaching up to pinch my peaked nipple. "No wonder you left Abnegation. Imagine what they would think of you now, being a little slut for me."

My cheeks burn with his words but a sense of euphoria rushes through me at his degradation and praise.

He's mid movement when he flips us over, never disconnecting from me. I sit above him, his back fully against the bed, my knees digging into the sheets. He grips the back of my neck, pulling my hair slightly as he forces me down to his level, his eyes on mine.

"Now, ride me." He releases his grip on me, but quickly relocates it on my hips. I rise from my position, letting myself bounce on his cock, hearing the sounds our bodies make as they slaps together.

My hand drifts to his throat, simply resting there, feeling the fast pulse beneath the skin. I let my back arch, knowing full well that my breasts are directly over his face and feeling empowered by it.

My thrusts quickly get erratic and I can feel him begin to tense beneath me.

"I'm getting close," I practically moan, my legs shaking again. With that, his hand finds its way back to my clit, his callused fingers teasing the bundle of nerves.

"Let go," He says, out of breath. His skin glistens with sweat, his thighs twitching under me.

"Eric... Eric... fuck." I topple over the edge, shouting his name loud enough that all of Chicago can hear. My body becomes limp but he holds me up with his hands, grabbing at my ass as he thrusts into me with newfound speed.

I listen, dazed and over stimulated, as he groans and echoes my name back to me.

Slowly, he slips out of me, leaving me shivering and feeling empty. I lay on his chest, not having the bodily ability to move myself just yet.

"How was it?" He asks, wiping my sweat slicked hair from my face, kissing my forehead.

"Amazing."

[slythersithwitch]

They give off the same vibe and you can’t convince me otherwise

[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.

[trishbo]

And after a while, he’s back on my TV! ERIC 😍😍😍😍

[theunknown-ericfanfiction]

Happy New Year!!

Here’s a little something I’ve been working on.

Alternate Reality. (1)

__________________________________________ Shortfic Eric Morgan pairing. 3577 words. Chapter 1/10. __________________________________________

Eric ran his hand from one side of Morgan’s taut stomach to the other one, slowly trying to feel his daughter move inside.

“How long does this last?” He heard Aleks whisper from the other side, he was sitting next to Morgan in one of the large blue cushioned chairs in the auditorium in Erudite. Eric looked at his side and watched Aleks be sushed by Morgan, he looked down and leaned his head to her stomach.

Morgan placed a hand on his hair and pulled it out of his face, placing the other hand on top of Eric’s and moving it to her side, he felt a tap on his palm, his daughter saying hi.

“It should be finishing soon” she whispered back, then gave Aleks a kiss on the temple.

Eric looked ahead, finding Myra give the analytics and the results of a research they had launched for this new device, it was supposed to be an upgrade from the simulation chairs. This new equipment was meant for the person to be standing still, slightly leaned back on a gurney type set up, to the side there was a computer, and a suspended tray to the other one.

“While the research in how the instrument would affect the human mind, we came across a revolutionary discovery. The machine, besides working perfectly in simulation, can also allow the participant to enter into a reality in which a decisive choice in their life wasn’t made, creating a split on the reality they now know. Of course, this machine has only worked with Erudite workers to perfect it to the last detail in its programing, but now, the Head Leader of Dauntless, Eric Coulter, has offered himself as a volunteer to testify to you the wonder of this new piece of technology, and how it works in the mind of a member from a different faction”

She motioned at him while the room applauded. Eric stood up slowly, and before walking to the middle of the room he gave Morgan one small kiss. He gave him a smile in return and clapped along the rest of the attendees, mostly Erudite researchers along with a few members of each faction in representation.

He walked to the middle of the room with decisive steps, being surrounded by Erudite helpers who made him stand on the lower step of the gurney, then tilted it back slightly while pressing electrodes to his chest and neck, his heart beat sounded from the computer next to him, surprisingly steady.

“The experience can be a little disturbing, we’ve programed a watch with the amount of time you will have inside the machine, for us it will be five minutes, but to you, I’ve programed an hour, would you like me to lower down the time?” Myra asked, taking a syringe with a magenta liquid in it.

Eric shook his head no, and slowly Myra lowered down the needle to his arm, he relaxed as the liquid entered his bloodstream and instantly began to feel the effect.

“If your heart rate increases, we will also take you out of the sim-”

Eyes close.

Eyes open.

Eric slowly leans on his forearms, lifting his chest from the bed. He’s in dauntless, but not in his house, not the house he had with Morgan, it’s his old apartment. Next to him, there’s a blonde woman, sleeping.

In the distance, he hears a baby cry, making the woman stir and turn around, giving him her back.

“Shut that kid up would you?” She mumbled.

Eric frowns and stands up, he’s wearing sleeping pants and a shirt, something he would never use to sleep, not if he had a woman still sleeping next to him.

He walked out of his bedroom, finding his old office still with an office desk in the side, but now it has a crib, the baby is still howling and crying, trashing around.

Eric leans into the crib and looks down, his heart squeezes, finding out the baby is a little girl, given by the pearls on her earings. He scoops her out of the crib and pressed her to his chest, slowly shushing her and moving himself around, making her calm down.

The other woman, whoever she is, didn’t came forward to take care of what he assumed was her child, and that instantly got him in a bad mood.

He walks to the bedroom again and tears the cover from her sleeping form, roughly grabbing her by the arm and shaking her awake.

“Get the fuck up and come take care of my daughter” he comanded.

She stands up with a huff and takes the baby from his arms, walking to the kitchen.

“So much for your daughter, I didn’t think you’ll actually give a shit about her. Me taking care of her isn’t part of our arrangement, I just had her because it what we agreed on” she complained, looking into the fridge to find a bottle of baby formula, heating it up beforehand.

What arrangement? They had agreed to have a baby? If she didn’t take care of her who did? Him? That couldn’t be, he should still be the head leader in dauntless.

“I hope you’ve reported with Jeanine, otherwise you need to get off your ass and do so”

She put the baby down on the crib, tilting the bottle up her mouth and keeping it up with a pillow. As soon as she turned around and walked past him, he walked to the baby and picked her back up, feeding her himself.

“I don’t have time for any of this, I was supposed to meet up with Gregg half hour ago”

“Who the fuck is Gregg?” He asked, turning around and looking at her get into a short short and a crop top.

She frowned when she finished and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table

“My boyfriend” she said with an obvious tone. She placed a cigarette in her lips and intended to light it up

“The fuck do you mean you have a boyfriend” he said walking to her into the bedroom, when Eric asked about the boyfriend, she took the cigarette out and gave him a confused frown.

“Eric, you’ve know about my boyfriend for months, I don’t tell you anything when I come home and find you with one of your whores jumping on your dick” she lighted up the cigarette and walked past him “did you fall and hit your head last night?”

Eric swatted away the cigarette smoke away from his baby, seeing that he was still holding her.

Like a ton of bricks, the memories hit him.

The moment he saw her first, her name was Briana, Erudite transfer.

The moment Jeanine came to threaten him, telling him he would lose his spot in dauntless leadership with a trial of treason to the faction system that would surely grant him his death.

The moment he agreed, and she told him he would have to for a pairing with the Erudite transfer they sent in. How they would have to maintain a normal relationship, and how Briana was going to be the main courier of information between dauntless and Erudite.

The moment he realized that the fight against divergents was still a thing, that the had to identify the divergents and take them to Erudite for inhumane experimentation.

The explicit moment Briana told him that Jeanine had demanded of them to have a child to put some more strength into the image they gave to the outside world, to the other factions and their own.

The moment he remembered how Briana didn’t take care of herself while still pregnant.

The moment that had never happened, he never met Morgan.

That was the decision he never made, or Morgan never made.

A slam on the door pulled him out of his memories, and he looked down at his baby to find her fast asleep. Laurelei. At least he had that coincidence with his actual life.

He left her in the safe care of the dauntless nanny they had, she was apparently the one who took care of her all day.

He walked to the dauntless records and began searching.

Was Morgan the one who never transferred? Or was he the one who never met her?

With fast taps on the keyboard he looked for her in the database. Nothing, she wasn’t here.

He took a trip to Erudite by train, and while on the way he thought of how his life was in this reality.

He never met Morgan, so he never married her, therefore, he continued to be his usual dick self. He’d gotten tired of Jeannine’s constant requests and means to get him to work with her. One of the many girls they had sent in was actually his couple now, they had a child both of them didn’t want. Briana was a fucking bitch, and he was his old asshole uncaring selfish self.

He couldn’t believe how much his life was affected by just meeting Morgan.

He jumped off the train and walked into Erudite HQ. He didn’t know where Morgan would be if she was here, what would she be good at in Erudite?

He walked aimlessly around the quarters, not wanting to attract any more attention that would get him kicked out.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he found her, writing on a clipboard.

Instantly he felt aroused, because he never thought Morgan would look that hot in Erudite attire, and specially in glasses.

She pushed them up the bridge of her nose and gave the girl next to her a nod.

She walked, still looking back at her clip of papers and towards him, he saw her walk by, her ponytail moving with the pace of her hips.

“Morgan” he called. She kept walking. Of course, Morgan was not Morgan, she wasn’t called that in this reality. “Emily” he called again.

This time she turned around and gave him a look, pressing her clip to her chest.

“How may I be of assistance sir?” She asked. Fuck him wasn’t she hot when she called him sir.

“You didn’t transfer to Dauntless” he said. She gave him a smirk and then laughed.

“Shouldn’t you be hunting for divergents Mr Coulter?” She asked, avoiding the question.

“Em, you got the chart with the results of the divergents to the new serum?”

Eric moved his eyes, and his blood boiled.

“Should’ve know you would end up with this prick” he said, clenching his fist and walking to Cris, Morgan’s ex in his normal reality.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking at Eric, then at Morgan. He was about to talk to her again, but Eric lounged to him and grabbed him by the soles of his click blue jacket “I’m calling security” he said.

Eric pulled him to his face, fisting his jacket.

“I don’t want you to go near her, I know what you’ve done to her” he said.

Cris looked to the side and to Morgan.

“What the fuck have you told him?” He spouted at her.

In this reality, and even in his real one, no one was allowed to speak to Morgan like that, and if this was a simulation either way, he might as well give this asshole the beatdown he never could back on the day, when Morgan was just in initiation.

Cris pushed him back and looked at Morgan with an angry frown.

“You wait until I tell your father about you talking about our arrangement” he said roughly grabbing Morgan by the arm and pulling her to the elevator doors.

Eric felt his blood boil some more, but before he could take a walk to stop him, he felt himself be tackled to the ground by Erudite security, which were normal dauntless guards in service of Erudite. Eric trashed, and he felt his stomach turn in rage when he looked up again and saw Morgan being pushed into the elevator, a scared look on her face, and when she turned around, Cris stamped the back of his hand on her cheek.

Eric lounged forwards as he grunted in rage, trying to break free from the guards.

Eyes open.

The beeping on his side had increased erratically, showing his heartbeat. He was breathing in and out heavily, and looked around.

Morgan was looking back at him with a frown, Aleks as well.

The gurney tilted back to a standing position and the Erudite helpers took out the electrodes from his neck.

“So, how did it feel? How did you perceive the world?” Myra asked

Eric cleared his throat and ran a hand on his neck, he looked at it to find it damped with cold sweat.

“Everything was real, the sounds, the smell, the touches, as if it was here. I was aware it wasn’t my world, but I retained memories from my life in there”

“And how was your life in there?” She asked. Eric looked at Morgan again.

“A fucking nightmare”

Myra let out a little nervous laugh and pressed her hand to his arm, pushing him slowly back to his seat.

“But it can’t be like that for all people, the machine adapts to the different memories from the different participants, making it an instrument to explore a thousand different realities” she explained. “Thank you so much for your dauntless”

Eric nodded, and the people in the room applauded, standing up closing the presentation.

Morgan met him halfway, holding Aleks by the hand, waddling to him, Eric reached out to touch her stomach.

He felt Morgan’s hand on his neck, touching the sweat in it.

“Are you okay?” She asked, Eric let out a big breath and looked down at Aleks, picking him up on his arm, he rounded Morgan’s waist with his arm and pulled her to his side, walking out.

Once in the dauntless truck, Eric pulled Aleks to his lap and turned on the truck, Aleks liked to drive with him.

“I drive!” Aleks celebrated while he put the truck on drive. Eric drove back, keeping Aleks and the truck steady. He placed his hand in Morgan’s thigh.

“How was it in there?” She asked, holding Eric’s hand.

“A fucking nightmare Morgan. I’m never going back in there”

He parked on the garage of dauntless and hopped off, landing Aleks on the floor and watching him run ahead. Morgan circled the truck and waited for him to come around.

He wasn’t himself after that, he had memories mixed of his life in the machine, and his life here.

He sat in the love seat of their bedroom, overlooking the city and slowly sipping a glass of whiskey.

“Boop” Morgan said, gently touching his arm with her belly, Eric leaned his cheek to her stomach, feeling Morgan’s hand on her neck. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Eric leaned back and invited her to seat in between his legs, Morgan pushed her back to his chest, allowing Eric to place his hand on her stomach.

“Everything was fucked. I was fucked.” He slowly circled his hand around her stomach, hoping his baby girl was awake in there to feel it. “You were never in dauntless, you never transferred. I had a girl I was paired with, one of the Erudite girls I told you about, to keep me in check with Erudite and our agreement.” He stopped, and tried to remember anything else, the memories he had vividly inside the machine weren’t that easy to access anymore. “I had a baby, a girl.” He continued circling on Morgan’s stomach “she wasn’t as beautiful as this one will be because she wasn’t yours, she was that other bitche’s, a slut who doesn’t care about her. And I didn’t care about her”

He shook his head and sighed, pressing his cheek to Morgan’s head

“But it wasn’t a younger version of me, it was still me, and you were still as old as you are. It’s as if it’s another reality, like what would’ve happened if you never transferred and we never met”

“It’s because it was. It is another reality, but that only exists when you’re in there to live it”

“No” he shook his head “things were still progressing, in real time” Eric could still faintly hear his daughter cry in her crib. “What’s happening to that kid now? Am I still the same old me in there when I’m not living there but here?”

Morgan pulled to sit straight and looked back at him.

“Eric, this is the only reality you’re living in, the thing in the machine is a figment of your imagination”

“But who’s in there to protect that kid?” He asked with a little broken voice “that is my kid in there”

“Eric, your only two kids are out here” she tried to reason with him.

“I know, but the other reality is still embedded in my mind, I can’t turn my back on this. I can’t turn my back on you, you need me in there”

“I need you out here more than in there” she fought, standing up “oh my God are you seriously saying you want to go in there and protect that kid and a version of me that doesn’t exist?”

“They exist to me” he said standing up as well. “Morgan if you went in there and saw how your life turned out to be you would want me to go back in there and help”

“And how was my life in there?”

“You were in Erudite, in some kind of arrangement with your dad and that dickhead ex boyfriend of yours, Cris, and he still beats you up, in public”

Morgan’s eyes moved away from his and she touched her stomach, feeling her girl kick. Eric placed his hand on hers and leaned to look down at her.

“Morgan it’s weighting down on my conscience, if I was there for only five minutes… I just need five more, I have to do something”

“If you uh” she cleared her throat and spoke a little more convinced “if you feel like it’s more important to save the world on that reality than to spend your time with me, with Aleks, our real family, then be my guest” she motioned at the door and pulled Eric’s hand from her stomach, walking out of the bedroom.

Eric hated himself for making Morgan think she wasn’t that important, that he would rather be somewhere else than here.

He walked behind her, holding her by the hand and pulling her to his chest.

“Morgan is not like that” he said, holding her by the waist and feeling her stomach touch his.

“What is it like then?”

“I can’t explain it to you unless you enter and see it for yourself, everything is real, everything you feel is real, and I can’t stand to watch you be miserable in there, I had to see you get dragged into an elevator and be bitch slapped. And I know it wasn’t really you in there but not even in my dreams I can let anything happen to you. Just five minutes it’s all I ask. And it’s not like I’m going in there to fuck some chicks, I’m going in to help you”

Morgan sighed and looked down, clearing her throat again.

“Did I really got beaten by Cris?”

“He called you Em, maybe you two are a thing? Maybe your dad’s got you threatened, I don’t know Morgan you’re in trouble”

“My name is Emily?” She asked with a little snort, turning around “was I at least hot in Erudite?”

He held her by the waist and pulled her back to her chest, smiling and kissing her neck.

“You have no idea how fast you made me hard” he said on her ear. “you and your little blue skirt and your glasses” he bit on her neck and gave it a quick kiss “I still like how you are now, I bet you don’t have any tattoos in Erudite form”

“Tattoos are a dauntless thing” she pulled Eric’s hands away from her waist and gave him a smile “okay, you can go and save me in there, but the first sign I see you getting to anxious to go back in there to be with Erudite me, I’m cutting the shit alright? This is the only version of me you’re allowed to love” she pointed at herself.

Eric gave her a smile as he leaned in to cup her cheeks.

“This is the only version of you I love. And I promise, I just want to make things right, I can’t stand to turn my back on this, even if it isn’t real”

“Okay” she said “we can have the machine transported here and I can get a little course on how to put you under, to make sure it’s only the two of us in the room”

“Thank you” he said in a sigh, pulling her I again and kissing her shoulder, then her neck and her jaw. “I just feel like I have to be with you in every reality to wake up, I’m still not engaging in that world. I’ve given up, I gave up and let Jeanine control me and I don’t want that”

“And we’re not letting her” she said, hugging him back by the shoulders.

[shesthelastjedi]

Vulnerable

Hi all!

Sorry that it’s been so long! But here’s a new Eric one shot. It does deal with abuse, but I tried not to go into detail just in case anyone had any triggers. I really did miss you all! But I saw some muse at the end of the tunnel and a ran for it. 

Notes:

Y/N- your name

H/C- Hair color

E/C- eye color

Tagging: @imnotafraid4 @wynterrobin @buried-in-books @pathybo

Also a special thanks to @buried-in-books for staying with me during my hiatus! Thank you for helping me and I really hope you like this! 

“Don’t go,” She whispered, weaving her legs so that she was holding onto him.

He looked down at her, turning so that he could fully face her. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I just don’t want you to leave,” She avoided his gaze, suddenly starting to feel childish at holding onto him. “I get that you have to go. So I’ll see you later then?”

Eric frowned slightly at her change of demeanor. He liked how clingy she acted when he had to leave for his shift, but this side was new to him. She looked almost like she was scared at the thought of being alone. “Tell me what’s going on Y/N.”

Y/N froze slightly, sitting up and moving away from his arms. “It’s nothin-”

“Bullshit,” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to have another nightmare,” She stuttered out, pushing her hair into a bun. “Just forget it Eric, I’m fine. It’s a weakness I’ll get over.”

“Babe, tell me what the nightmares about,” Eric moved toward her, trailing his fingers over her arms.

“Have you ever wondered why I used to keep knives under the bed,” She sighed, touching his fingers.

“What do you mean used too? You still do it,” He interrupted, his mind flashing back to when he stumbled in the room and she pulled out a knife on him. “Cut around the chase Y/N.”

“Well let me finish ass..” She smacked his hand glaring at him. “I never went into details about my past, because I was embarrassed and a bit nervous at your reaction.” She paused, biting her lip, the memories starting to clash behind her eyes. “My brother loved to hit me, while my parents stood by and let him. He used to attack me during my sleep and recently I’ve come into contact with him during my shift. Just with the brief contact Eric, it’s like all of the feeling from my childhood rushed back.”  

Eric watched her, unable to form any words of comfort. The only thing he wanted to do was to find the son of a bitch that dared to do that to her. He clenched his jaw, grabbing his tablet sending a message that he wouldn’t be in today. “Come here.”

“What,” She looked at him, a flash of fear sparking behind her E/C orbs. She shook her head slightly, moving towards him. Once she was in arm distance, he put his arms around her, pulling her back down into the bed. “What are you doing?”

Eric held her tightly, trying to show that nothing was going to harm her. He was going to be her protector while she slept, because he knew when she was awake she could kick ass and he didn’t worry about her as much. “Holding you, because my words couldn’t comfort you.”

“I’m sorry,” She whispered, curling herself closer into him.

“For what,” He ran his fingers over her arms.

“That you have to deal with another weakling,” Her words turned softer, he almost missed them.

He stroked her cheek, “I’d do anything for you. You aren’t a weakling, everyone has a fear Y/N.” Eric moved so that he could see her face better. He rubbed his nose against her’s. “I love you and we can go right now, I’ll kick his ass and make him apologize to you.”

Y/N smiled, moving her hands so that they cradled his face. “I love you too.” She moved closer so that she could kiss him. Gently her lips met his and she felt comforted by him. His actions always spoke louder than his words.

“These kids are fucking dumb asses,” She sighed, looking up at Eric. “How can they turn something so simple into a fucking disaster?”

He smirked, crossing his arms surveying the area. “I love seeing you get worked up.”

“It’s because I get dominant in the bedroom, isn’t it,” She smiled up at him, moving towards the initiates.

Eric watched after her, his eyes connecting with the sway of her hips as she yelled at the initiates. Just as he turned away, his eyes caught a stiff heading towards her. He snarled when he noticed how similar the man looked to her. He watched the man grab her arm, when no one seemed to be looking pulling her into the dark warehouse.

Eric bounded towards the warehouse, seeing the man sprawled out on the floor. “Fucking bastard. Who the hell do you think you are messing with someone from Dauntless?”

“Now you decide to get brave Y/N,” The man spit, getting up and dusting the dirt from his clothes. Eric watched her clench and unclench her fists, her eyes were conveying how terrified she was as she hid behind her words.

“I won’t be afraid of you anymore,” Y/N sighed, watching him cautiously. “Now, you come at me again, I’ll fuck you up. I’m not the little girl you used to taunt and hit.”

“Bitch,” He growled lunging for her. “I’m gonna-

Eric moved, grabbing the man by his throat. Y/N looked at Eric, “Make sure the initiates finish their work Y/N.” Y/N nodded moving away from them, not daring to look back. He turned his attention back to the asshole struggling in his grip.

“Who the hell-” Eric smashed his fist into her brother’s face, until his knuckles were split open.

Eric dropped him, sending his boot into her brother’s stomach. “Leave her the fuck alone. If you touch her or even come around her I’ll find you and you are going to wish you were dead. Understand stiff?”

The man beneath him whimpered, nodding ever so slightly.

“Eric,” She sighed, kneeling before him tending to his split knuckles. “You didn’t have to-”

“I did,” He moved grasping her chin. “He’s not going to mess with you again. If he does, I’ll kick his ass again. I’ll take a fucking gun to his skull for what he did to you.” Her eyes widened before she looked down at his fingers, focusing on his wounds. “You’re my weakness and I’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you.”

Y/N moved so that she placed herself on his lap, wrapping herself around him. “Even if I’m an ex stiff?”

He laughed into her neck, kissing her gently there. “I’m still dealing with that fact,” He teased, earning himself a playful swat. He grabbed her legs, standing up. She scrambled, tightening her limbs around him. He set her on the bed hovering over her, looking down at her attire. “I love how you look in my clothes,” The possessive part of him begged him to mark her.

“And I love how you look in my marks,” Her fingers trailed against his neck, and she pulled him so that he rested against her. “I love you Eric.”

“I love you Y/N,” he leaned down connecting their lips.