Imagine: Being an initiate in Eric’s group of transfers and
comforting him after he loses his fight against Four.
Eric has yet to lose a single fight with any of the other
initiates. Along with Four he is the only undefeated one, and today is the day,
he fights with Four. You transferred to Dauntless with Eric from Erudite, the
two of you have been friends for as long as you can remember, and you’ve had a
crush on him for years, but of course, he remains clueless. After transferring
here, you became fast friends with Four, Shauna, and Zeke, all of whom hate Eric;
he feels the same way about them, which constantly leaves you stuck in the
middle of the conflict.
So far, you have you have only lost two fights in your
initiation, the one against Eric and the one against Four, so in all honesty
you are worried for Eric today. He is an amazing fighter, and he is very
cunning as well, but you are scared that he is going to let his pride and ego
get the best of him against Four.
You sit on your cot, which is next to Eric’s, and tie up
your shoelaces, you see Eric perched on the edge of his cot, turned away from
you and towards Four, he looks at Four and says, “You look like hell.”
He’s right, Four has dark circles around his eyes, and they
are bright red. By the looks of it, he was probably drinking last night.
“I hope that when you lose, you don’t use it as an excuse,” Eric
says, sneering a little, “Because I would have you beat anyway.”
You were right; Eric was going to let his ego take over
today. Eric finally gets up and stretches before turning to face me, “You
I nod and we walk out of the dormitory and towards the
cafeteria. After a quick and silent breakfast, we make our way to the training
room. Eric chuckles next to me, “Four sure is in for a good beating today.”
I sigh deeply, and he raises his eyebrows at me in question,
“I just don’t think you should underestimate Four. He’s a lot stronger than you
think, and I’m speaking from experience.”
You still remember how he flipped you over his shoulder and
onto the ground, punching you in the side. The bruises from the fight still
Eric narrows his eyes, “I can’t believe you Y/N! Of course,
you would favour your newfound friend. Are you sure, you and the Stiff are just friends? You seem like a lot more
than that to me, or do you just act like a complete tool around every guy?”
You can’t believe he just said that, “What the hell Eric?! I
was just looking out for you! And don’t you fucking dare call me that again you
You turn to walk away, and he grabs your arm, “Hey, I didn’t
mean it Y/N! I just hate that you hang around that Stiff so much.”
“Are you jealous
Eric?” You tease raising your eyebrows, your anger dissolving.
“Of the Stiff?!” He scoffs, “Ha. I have nothing to be
He flexes his muscles and nods at you, you roll your eyes,
and Amar interrupts you just before you respond, “We were gonna have another
fight today, but since Four hasn’t shown up yet, we’ll start training by
Eric smirks, “Your little friend is too scared to even show
up, so I think I’ve already won.”
Once again you roll your eyes and pick up your knifes, you find
the last target on the wall, so that you’re all alone in your own corner, and
Eric decides to stand at the target right next to you. You throw your first
knife and it just misses the target. Eric looks around quickly then steps towards
you, putting his hands on your hips, and adjusting your stance slightly, “Remember
what I told you about angling your hips correctly.”
He removes his hands and your hips are burning from his
touch. Every time he touches you, you have to resist the urge to kiss him. You
continue throwing knifes until the door to the training room swings open.
“Nice of you to join
us.” Amar says, he points at Four’s shoes, “Tie your shoes, and don’t waste any
more of my time.”
Next to you, Eric cracks his knuckles, if looks could kill,
Four would be on the floor dead right now.
“Good luck,” you whisper to Eric as he walk up to the mat to
join Four and Amar.
Amar steps back, and Eric rushes forward, fast, his fist
hits Four square in the jaw, Four stubbles back, holding his face. He blocks
Eric’s next punch, but isn’t fast enough to avoid his kick to the ribs.
“This is easier than I thought it would be,” Eric says. In
his arrogance, he left his stomach wide open, and Four uppercuts him. The flat
of Eric’s hand smacks against Four’s ear, and he loses his balance, falling to
Eric whispers something inaudible to Four, he punches at
Four’s face, but misses and hits his collarbone instead, Eric shakes out his
hand, and says something to Four again. Suddenly Four’s eyes fill with rage and
he grabs Eric’s arms and swings at him, again and again. He looks like a
maniac, carelessly swinging anywhere and everywhere. Shit.
Eric screams, and Four finally stops. Eric has his face
clenched in his hands, his face and hands are soaked in blood, Eric tries to
wrench away but Four will not budge. Your eyes fill with tears as Four kicks
him in the side, Eric topples over, staring up at Four. You notice the rage in
Four’s eyes being replaced with horror, and he suddenly gets off the mat and
leaves the training room.
Amar stares in shock for a moment, then calls, “Alright, you’re
all dismissed! Someone help me get Eric to the infirmary!”
You run up to him, Amar shoots you sympathetic look, “Alright
kid, let’s go.”
You sitting in the waiting room of the infirmary for what
seems like hours, waiting for the nurses to finish up with Eric. Amar finally
comes into get you to eat dinner, “Come on Y/N, Eric was in pretty bad shape,
who knows how long it’ll take them. You have to eat.”
“But-” Amar puts his finger to his lips and pulls you out of
the room, leading you to the cafeteria.
You sit at the edge on the table picking at your food until
Shauna, Zeke, and Four finally join you. The three of them begin talking about
today’s fight, almost as if they have forgotten that you were are sitting with
“Whatever Four, after everything he put you through you had
the right to beat the shit out of him,” Zeke snickers, Four slightly nods in
You slam your fork down on the table and they all look
towards you, “No Four! You didn’t
have the right to do what you did! I know
Eric can be arrogant, I know he can
be an asshole, I know that, but that doesn’t mean you had the right to beat him
so bad that he has been in the hospital, unconscious, for hours. Just because
he’s a jerk, doesn’t mean you had the right to potentially kill him! I did not fucking
expect this from you Four!”
You get up off your seat, Shauna, Zeke, and Four call after
you, but you storm out of the cafeteria, making your way back to the infirmary.
You see a nurse walking out and you stop her, “How is Eric?
Can I see him now?”
“Yeah, you can go in now.”
You walk in and see Eric’s nose covered in bandages, it’s
broken, and his face is covered in bruises. You go and sit next to him, his
eyes are closed, “Eric?”
He opens his eyes and attempts to sit up, but fails,
groaning, “No, don’t get up! You need the rest!”
“Why are you here?” He says angrily, “Shouldn’t you be with
your fucking friends? Celebrating the Stiff’s victory, or is the party already
over, is that why you finally decided to show up?!”
“No, you’re my friend too Eric, and no I was not
celebrating!” You know he’s just angry, but his words still sting.
“Well you can leave now! You already believed that Four
would win before the fight even started, so I don’t need your sympathy!”
“I didn’t come here
to give you sympathy Eric!”
“Then why did you come?!” Eric spits.
“To give you this,” You lean in and press your lips against his;
your heart is pounding out of your chest. At first, he is stunned, but then he
kisses you back. You finally pull away, and he looks at you with wide eyes. Your
face goes red and you quickly get up to leave, but Eric grabs your arm.
“If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask,” He
“I shouldn’t have done that,” You whisper, embarrassed as
hell, “I’m sorry”
You pull your arm out of Eric’s grasp and quickly make you
way towards the door, “Y/N wait! I was just joking, come back.”
You slowly walk back towards Eric, avoiding eye contact; you
sit on the stool next to his cot. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at
him, “I’m glad you did that Y/N, I’ve wanted to do the same thing for years
now. I really like you.”
With that, he pulls you back down for another kiss.
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