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Perfect

Requested by @dizzyowly :  Hi!!~ I really love your writings :) Can i request an imagine of Eric from Divergent based on the Ed Sheeran’s song Perfect? Thank you.

Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader

Word count: 1.627

Song: Perfect by Ed Sheeran


 Eric is different. It’s everything you can think since you jumped off that net. You knew you’d find him here, but having him as an instructor caught you by surprise.

 He doesn’t remember you. He doesn’t remember how you planned to move to Dauntless together. But one long year apparently made him forget about this. One year and many women. Well, a stupid dream like the one you’ve been holding on to could never be real. It’s time to grow up.

 “Harder, initiate.” He barks to a small girl from Amity. The poor girl barely makes the punching bag move, and thanks to that fact, she has Eric’s attention.


 *Eric’s POV*

 The Amity girl is too weak. I stand behind her, yelling at every move. But my eyes always end up on her. (Y/N). The only reason why I considered staying on Erudite. I never thought she would be brave enough to choose Dauntless, or strong enough to deal with the initiation. But there she is, on top 5, knocking down half of those idiots on the mat.

 I can’t approach her. The best I can do to help is keep distance. The thing is I didn’t think I still had this feeling inside me. Dauntless made me cold, I know it, but she’s bringing back a part of my life I thought I’d never miss.

 But even if I try, how could someone so loving like (Y/N) deal with the person I became?

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

 *(Y/N)’s POV*

 When the training is done, you run back to the dormitory to take a long warm shower and keep your mind away from Eric.

 But it’s useless. When you’re done drying your hair, you follow the other initiates to the Pit. It’s something about a patrol on Amity tomorrow. As you walk fast to reach them, you can’t help but remember your days in Erudite, when you and Eric were no more the kids, struggling to spend all your free time together. You feel tears rolling down your cheek and quickly dry them with the back of your hand.

 Finally you’re in the Pit, Eric and Max already explaining how the initiates will spend one night on Amity for a special training. You do your best to pay attention, but Eric’s eyes meet yours across the Pit.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you’re holding mine


 “Why are you sad?” Mark walks by your side as you stare at your feet. Mark came from Erudite with you. He knows a bit about Eric, but it’s enough for him to notice that something is going on between you and the leader. “Is it about him?”

 “Who?”

 “You know who.”

 “I don’t wanna talk about him.” Everyone stops and you do the same.

 Amity is absolutely beautiful and you don’t hear anything that Max is saying because you’re too busy looking around.

 Then you meet his eyes. You wait for him to look away, but he doesn’t. Eric keeps staring but you can’t read his face. Mark clears his throat to get you attention, but you just can’t stop looking at him.

 “I miss him so much.” You whisper before looking down at your feet.

 “I know, (Y/N), but focus on initiation. For now at least.”


 *Eric’s POV*

 I told them to go to sleep, but when I walk past the dormitory they’re using tonight, I hear them laughing. When I’m about to open the door, I hear her voice. Apparently, it’s only (Y/N) and her friends being loud in the middle of the night.

 “What are your plans, (Y/N)? Like, for the future.”

 “I don’t know…”

 She’s lying. I know exactly what she dreams about.

 Back in Erudite, when we decided to take a break to talk one evening, she spilled her heart out. (Y/N) want kids and a loving husband. She wants romance. I wish I could give it to her, but now, with this heart turning colder every day, I don’t think I can.

 “C'mon, Steve, you can do it.” The tone of her voice is different. I never heard her talking like that. “Our initiation is the hardest. But that’s just right. We’re going to be soldiers, protectors. They have to push us until we break so we can become stronger. I will make it and so are you.”

 That’s when an initiate swings the door open, making (Y/N)’s eyes meet mine immediately. I clean my throat and step in.

 “You better shut up and go to sleep, initiates.” I keep my voice cold, staring at everyone before turning around to leave.

 I can’t stop thinking about her words. (Y/N) is even stronger than I thought, and I’m very proud of her. I need to get closer somehow, talk to her.

 It takes all of me to walk back to my bedroom instead of going back to the dormitory and calling her.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I’ll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

 *(Y/N)’s POV*

 You’ve been trying to sleep for one hour when you give up. Struggling to get tired enough to just drift off to sleep, you take your bag and start pulling everything off, laying it on your small bed. You find a black dress, the one Elaine gave to you a week ago. You don’t know why you let her convince you to bring it, but you did.

 Suddenly, you take the dress and run to the bathroom to put it on. You stare at the mirror with a small smile. You do look good. Choosing to be brave and a bit stupid, you carefully open one of the many windows to jump outside. The dress gets in the way, but you manage to get out without ripping the fabric.

 The wind is cold, but it feels good against your skin. The trees make you feel like you’re in a different world, and that makes you feel good too.

 “Get back to…” You jump at the voice, turning to your left to find him. Eric. He stops on his track when you look at him. “What are you doing here?”

 “Nothing, I…” You lose your voice when Eric comes closer instead of walking away. “Killing time. I’m sorry, sir, I’ll go back.”

 He grabs your arm when you turn to leave, forcing you to stop. Yet, you don’t look at him. It’s easier this way.

 “(Y/N), I have to talk to you.”

 “No. Eric, we’re over, okay?” Pushing back, you set free from his hand.

 “Is that what you think?” He moves so you’re looking at his eyes.

 “No. It’s what I know. I came, I left my family to… Hell! To meet you again and…” A small laugh escapes your lips when you step back, drying the tears that insist in rolling down your cheeks. “You don’t want to hear it, I’m sorry.”

 “Actually, you’re the one who needs to hear me.” The tone of his voice makes me stare back at him.

 “Just say it.”

 “If you really think I’m over you, you’re terribly wrong.” Taking a deep breath, Eric takes both your hands. “(Y/N), I… This faction made me cold. The person I am now… I can’t keep my promise, I’m not…”

 Raising your eyebrows, you lift your hands so he can see them, interlaced fingers. Eric’s voice fades, the wind playing with his hair.

 “Go on.” You mutter.

 “I would wait. We can’t during initiation, but after…”

 “Okay.” You cut him off. Eric was never good with words, so you decided to make things easier for him. “I’m happy you… You still… ”

 “Let’s dance.” He interrupts you.

 “What?”

 “I know you like to dance. I heard you some days ago.” Eric holds you close, his hands around your waist, slowly moving to the sides.

 “There’s no music.”  You smile, tilting your head to the ground. “And I forgot my shoes.”

 That’s when Eric finally sees it. You can tell by the look on his face. He spins you around, making you blush.

 “You’re beautiful.” He whispers, pulling you close again.

 “Actually, I’m awful.”

 “Shhh. You’re not.”

 You lay your head on his chest, moving along with him, using the cold wind as your melody.

 “I love you, (Y/N).” Eric murmurs, caressing your hair.

 “I never stopped loving you.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

 

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

♠ “It shall be done.”
Ace in Prince Kael’thas inspired regalia.

anonymous asked:

In continuing the Claire gets pregnant after 1x03 verse if you're so inclined, how does everyone at Castle Leoch react when the new Mrs. Fraser comes back from several months on the road obviously pregnant- Mrs. Fitz, Laoghaire, the Duke?

Continued from here

Claire was exhausted. Jamie could see it in her face. She was several months pregnant now, stomach a gentle swell that was no longer entirely hidden beneath her skirts. He loved touching it, touching her, watching the way she responded to the movement of their child. He couldn’t feel it yet himself, but Claire assured him that she could, that all was well with the baby even if  they were jostled ahorseback day in and day out. 

But they were home now; or well, as close to a home as they would get for the moment. They were back at Castle Leoch, and Jamie was eager to get Claire into a room alone where he could help her out of the heavy dress she wore and rub body down, work the aches out of her muscles. 

They swung open the doors and a great cheer rose up in the hall. Claire clutched at Jamie’s hand, cheeks flushing darkly, for the cheer died down as everyone inside caught sight of the swell of her stomach. 

“Och. Ye work fast, don’t ye, Jamie lad?” Mrs. Fitz asked as she came forward, all smiles for the new couple. “Weel, congrats to ye both. And many more bairns t’come, I hope! Ye’ll be that tired, Claire. Come and sit, have yourself a drink before ye retire.” 

Claire looked back to Jamie, slow to release his hand as she was pulled away, and he gave her a reassuring smile. The men they’d been traveling with were used to it all by now, the scandal long past. But if anyone at Castle Leoch would be supportive of the two of them, it’d be Mrs. Fitz. Claire was in good hands, and Jamie was already being surrounded and congratulated. 

He was well into his third cup when a small voice spoke out behind him. 

Why, Jamie? How could you?” 

Jamie spun, brows knitted together as his gaze landed on Laoghaire, her eyes brimming with tears. “Laoghaire? I dinna ken what ye mean.”

“How could ye- ye havena been marrit long enough for her to be so big, the cow. It isna yers, is it?”

He blinked in surprise. “Isna mine? What is it ye’re insinuating about my wife?”

“I’m no’ insinuating anything, Jamie. She’s a whore! How could ye marry her?! I waited for ye. All these years I waited for ye to come back and- and she is a witch! She’s put a hex on ye, stolen ye from me!”

His free hand curled into a fist and his cheeks flushed with anger. Jamie handed his cup off to a passerby then stepped forward, grabbing hold of Laoghaire’s arms. He gave her a light shake as if to shake the ridiculous notions right out of her. “I’ll no’ have ye speakin’ of my wife like that, Laoghaire. Claire hasna stolen me from ye; I was never yours to begin with. Ye stay away from her, hear? I’ll no’ have ye upsetting her. Now go on, off with ye, lass.” 

Jamie released her and turned away, striding through the crowd toward Claire where she was surrounded by a group of women of all ages giving advice on motherhood. “Pardon me,” he said softly, pushing through. “I think it time I get my wife to-”

A hush fell over those gathered as Colum and Letitia appeared, both of them with eyes wide (Colum’s bulging slightly) when their sights fell on the newlyweds. The Laird was quite clearly furious and was not trying to hide it in the least. 

“How dare ye,” he hissed at Jamie, though his attention was locked on Claire’s belly. “After all I’ve done for ye- the both of ye…” 

“We didn’t-”

“Ye’ll be silent until I ask ye otherwise!” Colum’s voice thundered through the hall. Finally, he turned his burning gaze back to Jamie. “If this is the thanks ye give your kin, those who have given you everything, I want none of it. Pack yer things. Be gone by morning.” With that, he turned and left, Letitia sweeping along at his side.

Claire looked to Jamie with wide eyes, clearly not understand how she had caused offense. Jamie shook his head and gently took her arm to lead her silently through the crowd. “Dinna fash, Sassenach. I’ll be taking the two of ye home. It’s long past time.”

She wasn’t sure that it would be so easy, but Jamie knew best. She’d follow him anywhere.