Fandom:Divergent Pairing: Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/N is a Dauntless transfer from Erudite, and she has a drive, an ambition that sets her apart–it always has, even back in Erudite. She brings her perseverance (and need to prove others wrong) to Dauntless when she transfers, and she uses her mind to make her way through the initiation process. Along the way, she makes friends and enemies, and she finds herself comfortable around the man most people in Dauntless avoid at all costs: Eric Coulter. A/N: So idk if I am really happy with this chapter; I think it is one of the less entertaining ones I have written so far, but it’s setting some stuff up that I need so oh well I guess. School is pretty busy (should have done work this morning but gave this a final reworking instead) and I am sorry for how long updates are taking. Please let me know what you think! <3
You finished eating and sat at the table, waiting for Eric to return, but the minutes ticked by, and there was no sign of him. In fact, the silence of his apartment was almost eerie. Eventually, you moved to the couch, unsure if you were actually allowed to sit there but deciding to do it anyway, pulled out Mental Conditioning: Getting Your Mind and Body On the Same Page to distract yourself, deciding that you could probably finish it before Eric got back, seeing as all that was left to read was the conclusion. You lost track of time as you got lost in the final pages of the book, and just as your eyes reached the last paragraph, the door slammed open, revealing an especially angry-looking Eric.
“Get out,” he said, deadly calm. You frowned and stood, leaning over to put the book in your bag–you’d finish it later–but he stopped you. “Now, initiate! Leave the damn book, just get the hell out!” Scowling, you pushed the feelings of hurt down and put the book down on the coffee table a little more harshly than you normally would, slung your bag over your shoulder, and left without a word and without looking back, confusion, hurt, and anger brewing under the surface as the door closed harshly behind you. Your light footfalls echoed throughout the compound as you wandered about, thinking you’d eventually make your way back to the dormitory but choosing to clear your head first. Scowling, you muttered to yourself “I can’t believe he made me leave the book with only one paragraph left.” You knew your anger wasn’t solely because of the book, though that played a large role, but it was easier to focus on that than the emotional whiplash Eric had just put you through–the emotional whiplash of the last few days as a whole. As you wandered the corridors, you saw a training room with the lights on, and you moved towards it cautiously, curious as to who might be training at this hour. You poked your head into the training room and saw Selene, one of your fellow initiates standing in front of the targets, knife in hand. She aimed, and after a moment, she threw the knife towards the target, where it embedded itself a few inches below the center.
