Requested by anon: Drabble #7 with eric from divergent plsss
Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader
Word count: 955
Drabble: Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.
Things are different now. That was the first thing they told you when you jumped off the net. A brand new initiation with new possibilities. Thanks to those “possibilities” you’re standing here, in the leader’s office, waiting for Max.
You’re a very good fighter. The best among the transfers, and better than half of the Dauntless-born. Someone saw something good on you. You hope this person is right.
“Among all those kids, Four had to choose a little girl.”
You look at the door behind you to see him. Eric. It makes sense. He’s your instructor and a leader. Max wouldn’t lose his time with the initiates.
“It’s you, then.” The smile that comes to his lips seems honest and that surprises you. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re good. (Y/N), am I right?”
“Very good. That’s how it’ll work.” He sits down in his huge chair, making eye contact all the time. You can’t help but feel uncomfortable. “You’ll train with the other initiates until lunch. Then with me until dinner. That means…”
“I’ll have to train even harder.” You cut him off, shyly avoiding his gaze. Those blue eyes can make you melt, somehow you know that. “Four already told me that.”
“Great. Meet me here tomorrow after lunch. Don’t be late.”
“Maybe this opportunity isn’t a good thing for you.” Clary, your friend who came with you from Erudite is trying to change your mind. For two hours now. “Do you know Keenan? The Dauntless-born with green hair? He told me Eric punched his brother right in the face just because the man didn’t move out his way.”
“I’ll just move then.” A laugh escapes your lips. “The thing is: I never thought about leadership. Now that I actually have a chance, I’ll fight for it.”
“Eric is the bad guy, (Y/N). You need to understand that.” Clary makes you stop, right by the dormitory’s door. “He hanged five initiates over the chasm for something like disobeying his orders.”
“Clar, I’ll be fine. Let’s get some sleep because tomorrow will be a long day.”
Ignoring her response, you run the bathroom to take a shower before going to sleep.
“(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Four calls you when you successfully hit your target. You gladly run to meet him, standing away from everyone.
“Eric.” It’s cute to see that he cares. Four has been a great friend since you came here. “You don’t like following rules, but you have to do what he says.” He takes a look around, probably just checking if the initiates aren’t trying to kill each other. “He’s dangerous. I thought he wouldn’t agree training you so I’d do myself. But for some reason, he wants to keep his eyes on you.”
“Four, I’m thankful for your friendship and for your help. Clary wants me to give up because you know… It’s Eric. But I can handle it. I can handle him.” You give him a smile, kindly touching his arm. “I promise that I’ll tell you if anything happens.”
“I’ll be here for you, but I won’t be physically there to help you. You have to keep in mind that Eric is the bad…”
“(Y/N)!” You turn around quickly to face Eric, staring at you from the other side of the training room. “You’re fighting now.”
“See you around, Four.”
You take your time during lunch, enjoying the small talk with the other initiates. Clary keeps giving you tips on “how to deal with Eric Dauntless Leader Coulter”. When Four calls, you say goodbye to your friends, running to the leader’s office.
Guess what you see when you get there? The worst person of this cruel faction drinking coffee peacefully. You clean your throat after opening the door quietly, not wanting to bother him or something.
“No, I’m not. Four can prove it.” It comes out before you can think, and the image of your body hanging over the chasm fills your mind.
“Four. You like him.” It isn’t a question, but you don’t know why Eric is saying this. What Four has to do with this situation?
“Of course I do. We’re kinda friends.” You sit before him, playing with a black pen, pretending to draw on his desk. “He helps me. He actually helps everyone who needs him.”
“What about me?”
It does make you freeze. Eric’s icy eyes are locked on yours. You search on your memories for a reason. Since the first day, you’ve been trying your best and being successful. You know Eric pays a lot of attention to you, but that’s just because you’re good at what you do.
But that’s weird. What the hell he wants you to say?
“About you what?” You struggle, trying not to stutter.
“Four is your friend. What am I?”
“My leader. My instructor.” You take a deep breath, letting the pen fall from your fingers. “And everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
“Do you believe them?” Eric stands up, moving to sit on the chair beside you.
“I don’t know yet.”
“If you don’t give up I can show you that I’m more than a stereotype.”
“Why?” You can’t help but smile. Eric’s very handsome and it makes you blush. Trying to keep your heartbeat steady, you avoid his gaze.
“Because I kinda like you.” He imitates your tone when you were speaking about Four.
“Well, I can’t promise you anything.”
“Good thing I have time.” After giving you a smile that almost makes your heart melt, he goes back to his seat, grabbing a pile of papers. “Today we have paperwork.”
You’d complain, but somehow you want to spend all the time you can with him.