inhale eric

southern hospitality

bitty has outgrown this place, and the people in it.

tw: homophobic language/slurs

word count: 1800

for @stitchedopen, 3rd place winner in my fic giveaway! i hope you like it!

The clinking of Jack’s fork against his plate as he sets it down is very unnerving. It’s not the only sound in the room but it’s by far the loudest, to him at least. Even louder than Suzanne’s pleasant babbling (no wonder where Bitty gets it from) and the gentle lull of music being played on a radio somewhere in another room. Probably the kitchen, where Bitty’s finishing up supper.

There’s a shuffling around the corner and Coach becomes visible as he nears the bottom of the staircase. “Jack,” he mumbles gruffly in greeting, giving him a nod and sitting at the head of the table.

“Hello, Mr. Bittle,” Jack replies, smiling a little. “How’s the season going? Still the reigning champs of Morgan County?” If there’s one thing Jack knows he can get Coach to talk about, it’s football. It might be a much different sport than hockey, Jack surmises, but the passion they share for their sports is more than enough for them to hold a conversation.

“Oh, they lost their first game of the season last week. Nevin’s got an injury and we had to switch around the lineups– you remember, Nevin, receiver, curly hair, he’s in the team picture in the living room– anyway, I’m sure it hurt their chemistry.” Coach would talk strategy with Jack for hours, if it was up to him, but Eric is coming into the dining room now. He’s got on yellow oven mitts with tiny white flowers, and he’s holding a tray with a roast and some vegetables.

“The meat’s a little dry, Lord help me, I should stick to baking,” Eric laughs, setting the tray down on the table. “But all the vegetables should be good and I’ve got some pumpkin muffins with a fantastic cream cheese frosting waiting for us in the kitchen.” Everyone starts to serve themselves. The meat’s not dry at all, but Jack keeps that to himself. Sometimes Bitty needs little things to dwell on, to keep himself busy so he’s not worrying so much about the big stuff. Jack knows that.

“So,” Suzanne starts after a minute, and Jack can tell that this is going to be a long one. He glances up at her, a signal that he’s listening. “The Gardeners are having a potluck this Friday, and they sent us an invitation.”

Bitty nearly drops his fork. “The Gardeners?” he hisses. “As in, Melissa and Kyle?”

“Those Gardeners,” Suzanne replies smugly. Jack and Coach exchange a look, humor gleaming in both of their eyes. The drama is about to unfold, they can tell. “What right do they think they’ve got, inviting us to their potluck after what happened at ours?”

Bitty turns to Jack, waving his hands as he speaks. “Two summers ago, we held a potluck here for the neighborhood, and when the Gardeners showed up, Kyle was drunk as a skunk and knocked over our entire dessert table. The whole thing! It was all ruined! And it would have been okay, but they didn’t even bring anything to the potluck in the first place, and they never apologized, and oh, it was such a mess, everyone tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal but darlin’ you should’ve seen the look on Moomaw’s face, I swear she was on the verge of a heart attack.” He shifts abruptly back toward Suzanne. “Mama, we’ve got to go.”

“Oh, I know that, of course we do. Dicky, what you’ve gotta do is bake the best pie those folks have ever tasted, let them know exactly what they were destroying when they had the nerve-”

Jack hums quietly, making a mental note. Potluck on Friday. Prepare for a spectacle.


Bitty’s fingers press against Jack’s neck as he helps him straighten his collar. Jack doesn’t really need the help, he supposes, but the contact is welcome, brief but full of warmth, not the kind of affection Jack usually gets when they’re with Bitty’s parents. They’ve been trying really hard, Jack can tell, and Bitty has too. But he understands why Eric sometimes has trouble being soft with Jack around Suzanne and Coach.

“Don’t you just look dashing,” Bitty says with a smile, placing his hand flat on Jack’s chest.

“Only because you picked my outfit,” Jack laughs. Bitty laughs with him, nodding in agreement. He’s got little crinkles at the edges of his eyes when he laughs, and Jack rubs his thumb over them, absent minded.

“You ready, Dicky?” Suzanne calls from the kitchen. The noises of the coffee pot stop and Jack can hear her pouring herself a cup.

“All ready!” Bits yells back. He reaches up his hand and squeezes Jack’s wrist before whirling around into the kitchen. Jack watches Bitty’s hips swing as he leaves, his jeans a little tighter than usual since he’s outgrown some of the clothes that he left here during the school year, and wonders if wore them on purpose.


The potluck is bustling. There are people of all ages, from the tiny toddlers playing in the Slip ‘N Slide far left in the back yard to the old ladies knitting underneath the sugar maple next to the house in a comically stereotypical manner. Jack opens Eric’s door for him not out of chivalry but out of necessity– when he emerges from the car, his arms are full of tupperware containers.

“Let me take some, bud” Jack offers, but Bitty shakes his head.

“I’ve got to bring them over myself.”


“This one’s cherry with a lattice crust,” Eric is explaining as he removes the lid from the nearest tupperware container. The egregious Melissa Gardener turns out to be a petite brunette with a smattering of freckles across her upturned nose. “And this one’s pumpkin, I know it’s not really the season but I had some materials left over from the muffins I made the other night and I’m sure it’ll be just delightful, I made the whipped cream myself– now, they’re all desserts. I was sure you’d need some.”

Jack stifles a laugh. The bite in Bitty’s voice is unmistakable. “Where should I set them?” Eric asks, still sweet as sugar but with a lilt that suggests this isn’t an innocent question. “This table seems a little… unsteady. I wouldn’t want them to fall, heaven forbid.”

“This table’s fine,” Melissa ensures him, smiling. “Thank you so much for the contributions.”

“It’s nothing at all.”

They burst out laughing as soon as she leaves, Bitty collapsing into Jack’s chest. Jack’s arms come around him automatically and squeeze. “Bits, that was cold.”

“Really? Here I was, thinking I was being so courteous.”

They stay in the embrace for a few more seconds before Bitty shifts away from Jack. It’s subtle, but Jack understands. He squeezes Bitty’s shoulder and then takes a step away. Bitty’s out to everyone who matters, but some people don’t know. And some still have their prejudices.

“Bits, where’s the bathroom?” Jack asks. The noise is already getting to him. He knows he’s got a while of this to go, and he’s sure he’ll be fine, but he just needs a minute to adjust. Eric points him in the right direction, then goes back to arranging the pies on the table.

“Eric!” Bitty whips around. It’s a tall guy with acne scars in a red polo shirt. Bitty looks up, his face ghostly stricken for a second, then paints a big smile on.

“Hey, Todd,” he replies as the guy moves closer. “How have you been.”

“I’ve been fine, thanks,” Todd says. Eric tugs on the bottom of his shirt and glances over at Jack, entering the house. “Who’s the guy?” Todd asks, nodding toward him.

“Jack,” Eric says. “My… my boyfriend.”

Todd smiles. He turns his gaze to Bitty. “I’ve gotta say, Eric, I’m impressed! I expected you to come home with some twinky faggot in a pink H&M scarf.”

Eric inhales sharply. “Go away,” he says quietly, looking at his shoes. “My love life is none of your business.”

“We all knew you were a homo, Bittle, I guess it’s just a little surprising that you’re still showing your face around here. Are you queers ever gonna stop shoving your agenda in our faces? Huh? Go back to Samwell, eh?” He’s inching closer now, and Eric’s cheeks are flaming red.

“Go fuck yourself,” Eric mutters, turning his back. He unstacks a tin of macadamia nut cookies from his lemon meringue, and opens it. His hands are shaking as he spreads them out artfully.

Todd ignores his response, instead reaching over Bitty and sweeping up several cookies. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he stuffs one in his mouth. “Mmm,” he replies, smirking. “They’re a little bit… fruity, don’t you think?”

“That’s not even funny,” Eric rolls his eyes. “Get the hell away from me.”

“And if I don’t?”

There’s a hand on the back of Bitty’s neck and he’s flinching, he’s freezing, he can’t move he can’t breathe–

“If you don’t,” Jack whispers, his voice robotic and cold. “I’ll beat the shit out of you, and you can crawl home to your mother and tell her you got your ass handed to you by a faggot. Does that sound like a good enough reason to stop?”

Todd takes a step back. “Don’t you fucking touch me,” he hisses at Jack. “You’re not from around here, are you? You don’t know who my dad is, do you?”

“Let me guess. Mayor of some town I’ve never heard of? Principal of the local high school? Do you know who my father is, noune?” Jack puffs up his shoulders. “Because I can guaran-fucking-tee that my dad is a hell of a lot worse to mess with than yours. So you might just wanna step off.”

“Whatever. I shouldn’t be talking to y’all anyway. Just in case it’s contagious, you know?” Todd smirks.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jack says, still matter of fact, balling his fists and lunging toward Todd. Todd flinches, but the blow doesn’t come. Bitty’s caught the back of Jack’s t-shirt in his hand.

“Jack, honey, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Todd laughs.

“But this– this asshole–”

“Trust me, sweetpea, I’ve got this.” Eric smiles.

“Yeah, you’re sure gonna take care of me, Bittle, what can you weigh, a hundred and ten? I bet you couldn’t even–”


“Pity,” Eric says sweetly as the pie tin slides down Todd’s face, then down his shirt, coating him in cherry filling. “That lattice crust was gorgeous.”

“You– you–” Todd splutters, wiping cherry crud out of his eyes, but Bitty and Jack are already walking away.

“Enjoy the snacks, Melissa,” Eric calls over his shoulder as they make their way to the car. “We’re gonna head out.”

You and Me and the Devil Makes Three - Chapter 5 (Eric and Fox)

Rating: M (Language, Violence, Lots of Smut)

Genre: Drama/Angst/Humour

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****** Lots o’ fluff, lots o’ smut in this one…. enjoy, I certainly did! ********


Eric pushed gently with his feet, starting the chair slowly rocking on the porch. A strange sense of calm had washed over him, sitting out here, watching the sunrise, waiting for whatever was going to come. The way Fox had clung to him last night, the passion behind her kiss had started a fire inside him that warmed him to the core, calmed his normally racing thoughts. The sun was warm today and Eric pulled away the blanket he’d brought out, letting the gentle heat of the sun’s rays hit his bare chest.

After Fox had left him last night Eric had sat still for a long time, trying to gather his thoughts, calm his raging body. He wanted to follow her, throw her down upon the bed and make her his again, the way she’d been before, riding him to blissful climax, looking like a wild Valkyrie with her head thrown back, that glorious mane of hers flowing loose. He’d curled his fingers against his thighs, breathing deeply, closing his eyes. Only after he had some measure of control again did he stand and begin to clean the blood-stained mess in front of him.

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Cabin Fever Part Three

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You took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door to deal with Eric for the day. You did not see him in the living room or the bedroom. Did he leave again? You put up your toiletries and the clothes you wore to bed in one of your bags when you heard the sound of chopping coming from outside. You went to the window, moved the curtain and gasped when you saw Eric shirtless chopping wood. Good God in heaven! You already knew Eric was devastatingly handsome but seeing him with his shirt off took his attractiveness to a completely new level. Eric had solid muscles and his body exude masculinity.  You wondered if his muscles were hard as they looked. Feeling someone was staring at him Eric looked directly in the direction of the bedroom window. You quickly shut the curtain and jumped back. You knew he saw you because you locked eyes for a split second. Shit! Shit!

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where everyone in your friend group teases you and Eric for liking each other and fianlly dylan convinces him to ask you out?

((I changed it to just confessing to Eric, I hope you still like it though!!))

I don’t really understand why people pick on me. It is as if every little thing I do is always wrong and I can never get anything right. People just seem to be able to rip on every little thing about me: my hair, my face, my clothes… my crush. Although, I wouldn’t necessarily say that people bullied me about liking Eric, it was more teasing than anything else. Brooks would laugh whenever I talked to him, making things extremely awkward, Nate would give me this look whenever he was around which was annoying as fuck, even Dylan would join in sometimes. I guess it’s all just fun, though.

I start heading towards Eric and Dylan, who were standing by their lockers. Eric was wearing his KMFDM, which I loved seeing him wear. It reminds me of all the times me, Dylan and Eric hung out at his place and listened to them, and Rammstein.
“Yo,” I grin at them.
Eric just looked at me with a look that signified I successfully attained his attention, Dylan greeted me back, though.
Eric always wanted to seem really cool around me all the time. It was sometimes kind of aggravating, but in a cute, endearing way.
“Well,” Eric inhaled, “I have class now. I’ll see you two faggots, later.” He flipped us off as he walked away. I shake my head at his childishness.
“We,” I paused while I close my locker and turn my attention to Dylan “have math now.”
“Indeed, we do.” Dylan replied. “Wanna walk together or…?”
“Yeah, sure.” I smile warmly at him.
We begin walking to class, slowly because Dylan hated math, but not enough to ditch it. Plus, I wouldn’t let him ditch math, who else would I throw things off?
“You really do have the hots for Eric, don’t you?” Dylan smirked.
“No!” I feel myself flush red,“it’s not like that I just…” I didn’t know what I could say in that moment to make my feelings for Eric seem invisible. It was obvious, painfully obvious in fact and I hated it.
“You can say, it’s not a bad thing. In fact I think you could make a great couple.” I instantly feel myself flush a deep red, and I could feel my face heating up, and I could feel my heart racing. “Mrs Harris, mrs (y/n) Harris, mr and mrs Harris. Has a nice ring to it if I say so myself.” Dylan laughed, I punched him in the arm as a signal to stop.
“Shut the fuck up,Dylan, I could fucking destroy you.” Dylan could sense my frustration and decided it would be best to stop.
“Why don’t you just ask him out?”
“Why don’t I just ask him out?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’re,” a pinkish hue arose on Dylan’s cheeks as he continued,“cute.”
“But he’s hella cute, he’s so out of my league.”
“Take it from your uncle Dylan, you’re out of his league. I can assure you, anyone would be lucky to bang you.” He places a hand on my shoulder and I growl.
“Shut up.” I try to hide my smile as I brush his hand off of my shoulder.
“Dude, go for it, I’m pretty sure he likes you too.”
I smile at the thought this mightn’t be unrequited love, maybe Eric had feelings for me too? Dylan was happy he made me smile, he was like my big brother.

It was lunch, and I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest. I am shaking, terrified of the outcome. I walk over to the lunch table where Eric, Nate, and Dylan were sitting.
“Hey, look, it’s Eric’s girlfriend.” Nate chuckles.
“Shut up.” Eric rolls his eyes, used to this type of teasing.
I was too focused on what I was going to say to even notice Nate’s remark. I take a deep breathe and say “H-hey, Eric.” I try to make my face less red.
He looks up at me, “yeah?” His mouth still full of a sandwich.
“Um, could I like, um,” I fiddle with my hair a little bit before proceeding,“ talk to you for a minute?” Dylan winks at me, only adding to the stress.
“Sure,” Eric says swallowing his sandwich,“what do you need?”
“I thought we could like… talk alone.”
“Oh,” Eric gives a quick glance to Dylan, who’s now wiggling his eyebrows. “Sure.” He says, drawing his attention back to me. He gets out of his chair and we take a seat at an empty table. There’s a few minutes of awkward silence. I just play with my hair, trying to pluck up the courage to confess to him.
“So,” Eric scratched the back of his head nervously.
“So.” I begin mumbling a little bit, opening my mouth, but nothing was coming out. Finally I regain control of my vocal chords,“ can you help me with this class project?”
Eric’s face dropped, he seemed disappointed, as was I. It was just too nerve racking.
“Uh, sure.” He says harshly, he seemed angry and I didn’t know what I had done. He shoots up quick out of his chair, causing the table to rattle, and storms back over to his previous seat. He left me there alone. Dylan looks over to me with a confused look on his face ((:0)), I mouth the words ‘i chickened out’ before slowly getting up and leaving the cafeteria.

Dylan follows me out and grabs me by the wrist. “No.”
“'No’,what?” I sigh,“ I chickened out, no big deal. I’ll tell him some other time.” I tried to wriggle my arm out of his vice like grip, but he wouldn’t cooperate.
“No,” Dylan said with demand in his voice, “you go back in their, and you ask him the fuck out? You hear me? If you actually have a shit about him, you’ll ask.” I look down to the floor, thinking. I pull my arm away and start walking the other way.

This was it, I was ready. I had been preparing myself for days now. It was Friday, Eric’s favourite day of the week. I thought he would’ve been in a good mood today. I saw him standing at the lockers with Dylan, like every morning, I approach them.
“Hey, Eric.” I smile at him.
“Hi.” He says coldly, I guess he’s still salty about the other day.
“Can I come over tonight?” I say, hoping he’d say yes.
He sighed and rubbed them back of his neck, “sure.” I smiled, “Dylan, you coming too?”
Dylan looked at me then looked back at Eric and shook his head. “Nah, I’m busy tonight.”

I was heading over to Eric’s place, trying to find some courage in me, because I really do care about Eric and I want to know if he feels the same. His house wasn’t too far away from mine, just a few blocks. I get there and take a deep breathe. I knock on his door. His mother opens the door.
“Oh, hello, y/n, you here for Eric?”
“Yes, is he home?”
Mrs.Harris calls for him, he’s there relatively quickly and invites me inside. My heart is pounding, but I need to suck it up. Man the fuck up.
Eric leads my down to the basement, he sat in the recliner and I sat on the other seat.
“So, um…”
“'Um’? Is that all you’re going to say?”
“No. No it’s not.” I shake my head,“Eric I have feelings for you.”
All of a sudden the world stood still, the concept of time was no longer existent. My heart was banging so loudly he could probably hear it. Everything was going so slow. I look down, not knowing what to say and not thinking he’d reply. I part my lips, about to apologise before he places his lips on mine. I blush furiously.
“I like you too.” Eric smiles, pulling me in close again.

There’s a Certain Slant of Light, Ch. 6

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Warnings for this chapter: mentions of blood (skip the second to last section if you need to, which starts, “They go back to the hotel room”); mild threats of violence towards an OC played humorously, though no actual violence occurs; more crying; references to the overdose; and you will need to suspend your disbelief some because of magic shenanigans, but I think it’s worth it, personally. Oh! And actual very slight harm does come to the Stanley Cup.

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I live with him, I see his face;
I go no more away  
For visitor, or sundown;     
Death’s single privacy,

Seeing Eric on a mission is something else entirely.

After he calms down and dries his eyes, Eric looks at Kent with an expression of steely resolve. “Alright, honey,” he says, “how are we gonna do this?”

“Uh,” Kent says, “well, I literally just figured out that this is probably the Stanley Cup’s fault, so I don’t have much of a plan yet.”

Eric nods, frowning slightly. “Right,” he says. “We need to go and see it again. Who’s got it this week?”

“Uh, I think Pager’s up next,” Kent answers. He checks his phone—and, yep, Pager would be getting the Cup the day after tomorrow.

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I’ve tried to make Eric’s apartment seem as realistic as possible. I know that there are some tacky items in every room that obviously don’t represent Eric but this is solely just an overall view. These pictures attached are just for visual representation in order to understand what the character sees.


The past month had been excruciating. Jeanine was always asking for insight, and bringing in new serums. It seemed as if she never slept. I constantly got calls, and late night messages on the metal messenger gadget she gave me. However, with the extended amount of time I had spent with her I had discovered a lot about her. She held deep resentment towards Abnegation, and Divergents. She was born into Erudite but a parent did not. Her mother was a Abnegation transfer, and her father was born into Erudite but seemed to go off the radar after she was in her teens. The resentment seemed to stem from her mother at first, but with more digging I had found she had been close friends with a family in Abnegation. Somewhere along the lines, things had gone wrong. It had happened around the same time as her father’s disappearance, and made me believe that it was loneliness that caused her heart to turn so cold.

Abnegation was on high radar as they seemed to harbor the most divergent, but I had told Jeanine that I had found none, and that further investigation would be needed to handle the situation thoroughly. I started to wonder if her hate for Divergents only really began due to the fact that the ones she loved the most were divergent, and all eventually left her.

“Ophelia?” A voice spoke.

“Huh,” I snap out of my thoughts, and focus on my surroundings and realize I have been seated in front of Jeanine this entire time. “Sorry, I’m just a bit overwhelmed,” Her eyebrows furrowed, and I could tell she wanted me to continue.

“The choosing ceremony, I’m just worried about what my experience there will be like,” Jeanine nodded, and arranged paperwork before she sighed and looked at me normally for once.

“It’s a different surrounding, and will not be the same as Erudite. I sense you’ll adjust perfectly in Dauntless. After all you are 100%, so I don’t see any problems arising besides perhaps personal problems within the faction. However, I will see that Eric keeps an eye on you to prevent anything dangerous happening to you,” I take a deep inhale when she mentions Eric, and she chuckles. I stare at her blankly, taking in the fact that it was the first time she’s laughed around me, and had not been so stern.

“Eric will push you to your limits, if not over them. There are other leaders in Dauntless if you do not feel comfortable around him. Max trusts him the most, which is why I was confident he could get the job done. As long as you don’t fall victim to either his charm, or vengeance…you should be fine.” She studied my face carefully before turning her attention back to her paperwork. “Choosing Ceremony starts an hour after sunrise. See that Freyr, and Reva are accommodating your needs correctly. I’ll see you at the ceremony.” She looked up from her paperwork to dismiss me, and smiled slightly as I got up to leave.

It’s almost as if she likes me. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I leave her office. It all begins at sunset.

. . .

“It’s time to wake up!” Freyr exclaimed into my room as he flicked the lights on and off repeatedly. I groan, and stretch as I realize that today would be my last day in Erudite. I smile up at the doorway when I see Reva and Freyr both with excited faces.

“I’m up,”

“We can tell,” Reva jokes, and turns into the living room. A whiff of breakfast hits my nostrils, and I smile before walking to the bathroom to get ready. I search for the time, and realize it’s 4:30am. I hop into the shower, and wash my body from the neck down to preserve as much alone time as I can before the ceremony. As I step out, I begin to quickly unwrap my hair from large overnight curlers. I brush it out, and apply a hair serum to keep it shiny, and frizz free before I apply my makeup. I lazily smear a stick foundation along my face, and brush it out making sure to avoid getting it on my hair. I apply a natural highlight and contour with minimal eye makeup to avoid wasting too much time. I lastly apply some falsies before I go, and smile lightly at my appearance. This should be good enough. I run my fingers through my hair making sure to check over everything one last time. As I slip on my stretchy blue skirt, and heels I feel the anxiety kick in, and I begin to feel the actuality of my next few hours set in.

A loud banging sound erupts from the front door, and I peek out of the bathroom to stare at a just-as-confused Freyr. His brows furrow, and he hands me a bacon slice before walking to open the door. I take a bite of it, and reach for another just in case I wouldn’t have time to eat later.

“Oh, hello. She’s just about to eat breakfast with us. The ceremony isn’t until an hour and a half. I thought we would have more…I…Sure,” Freyr walks back in, and I spot a tall blond, buzzed man, and immediately groan out loud.

“Let’s go,” Eric commands, and I just stand there frowning at him. “NOW,” He barks, and I look over to confused, and intimidated eyes. I sigh in defeat, and walk over to hug them goodbye. “We do not have time to spend an hour saying your farewells, you can do that at the ceremony,” He speaks, and grabs my wrist in the process dragging me towards the door. But I resist, and pull back surprising him. He turn to look at me, and has a deathly stare, but I pull back my wrist once more.

“No. NO. That is not how it’s going to work. I will say goodbye to my parents, and you will wait. Have some respect, Eric” He stares at me blankly, and it gives me the idea that he’s allowing me to say goodbye. In which I turn back to them, and embrace Reva first. I hug her, and I’m overwhelmed with emotions. My eyes begin to water, and I hug her tighter. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. There isn’t enough words to express how much I appreciate you both welcoming me with everything going on,” I inhale, and turn to Freyr. I embrace him, and whisper lowly into his ear. “You’ve been there for me more than just a friend, but as a uncle. Thank you for caring for me in a way no one else has before. I love you,” Tears begin to fall down my cheeks, and I’m met with welled eyes as I step back from Freyr.

“We will see you again Ophelia. There are Visiting Days, and I’m sure you’ll come to visit when you come to Erudite. We will never be too far,” Freyr smiled sympathetically, and before I could smile back I was yanked towards the door. Reminding me of the situation that was still at hand.

I waved goodbye as I tried to keep up with Eric leading me out of the compounds. The sound of the doors closing was enough realization that I was actually going to go through with this, and a brute was manhandling me across a faction. “Hey!” I exclaimed. “I have heels on for fucks sake, slow the fuck down,” Eric looked back at me with inquisitive eyes. Probably wondering where my mouth came from.

“Walk faster, or I will drag you there myself,” I am stunned by his remark, but don’t underestimate his words. “Just walk a little bit slower, we still have an hour, and the train to the hub is only 15 minutes from Erudite,” I huffed out as he slowed his pace down and let go of my wrist.

“Bacon?” I ask, holding out the extra slice I grabbed before my way out. He gave me a side glare, and continued to walk in silence. “Okay then,”

We reach the stairs to the train, and after waiting on the platform for a few minutes a long train with no doors slows at the stop. I follow quickly behind him, and slowly slide myself down to sit on the floor. Avoiding to flash any of my undergarments. Not like anyone would see anyway. Eric’s the only one on the train with me. I stare out, and notice the sun peeking through. Within the next few minutes the sun had already risen, and the sky was a beautiful mix of colors. I begin to feel lost in the scenery, as I watch the train run over small run down remains of a once busy city. It was truly beautiful.

Eric clearing his throat snapped me out of my scenery haze. “The stop is approaching,” I look up at him from the floor, and nod. I grab ahold of the handle alongside the inner parts of the train, and lift myself up carefully. I breath in an anxious breathe before the train halts at the stop. I get off slowly making sure not to trip or fall in the process, and we make our way to The Hub.

“This is it,” I say to myself out loud before opening one of the many massive doors in the front. My heels click against the marble flooring as we make our way into an empty auditorium.

. . .

There were quite a bit of transfers who abandoned their old factions for Dauntless. They all lined up to exit The Hub as choosing ceremony ended. I snuck off to say goodbye to Reva, and Freyr again and waved a final farewell before walking right into a solid chest. The impact was so sudden that I fell back. A thick hand grabs me by my upper bicep, and pulls me to them before I hit the floor. I instantly recognize his scent, and mutter a small thank you before walking around him, and following the rest of the transfers.

His scent was of faint sweet sandalwood, and smoke. An intoxicating scent. If it weren’t for the fact that I wanted to scratch his eyes out. The strong presence followed behind me until we stopped at a wide metal support beam, and Dauntless began to climb up it. I froze. I have to climb that. With a skirt and heels? Eric laughed beside me before climbing up it and meeting with the rest of the Dauntless faction. Other new initiates stared at me; Some even laughed along. Which only seemed to fuel my rage. Fuck them for underestimating me.

I unbuttoned my blouse, and let my light tank top underneath breathe. I search the ground for a sharp rock, and find one that could do the job easily. Gripping the rock tightly, I jab it into midway of my skirt and hear a tear. I rip the rest of the bottom of the skirt off, and toss it on the ground before grabbing onto one of the metal hangings that were nailed onto the side of the thick metal beam, and climb up. I use the midsection of my heels to carefully grip onto each hanging as I reach the top of the train tracks. The faint sounds of a train horn to the distant left catches my attention, and I realize that the train won’t be stopping. If I wanted them to respect me, I had to show them why. I threw my heels off the side of the train track, hiked up my skirt a little more, and bolted to the right as the train neared. As it started to pass I leaped towards the train and grabbed onto the side handle and pulled myself in. The other Dauntless members, and initiates climb on in the train carts behind me. I better keep an eye out for the Dauntless Compound. To my right, a connecting train door slides open, and Eric, and a few initiates follow behind. A familiar face appears behind another initiate and my face brightens as he recognizes mine after a few seconds of studying my features.

“Caleb!” I jump up, and embrace him. “I haven’t seen you in forever,” I smiled into the hug, and he laughed loudly.

“I thought they had killed you off that night. Thank heavens you’re okay,” He grinned widely before reaching for my hair. “The blonde hair is nice, and suits you well,”

“Thanks,” I smiled back at him, and feel at ease now that I know I have someone I can trust in the new transfer group. I feel eyes on me, and turn my gaze towards the end of the train to find Eric staring directly at me. There’s no emotion on his face, so it’s hard to tell what’s going through his mind. I don’t think of it, and turn back to Caleb.

He talks to me about his last days in Amity, and when he figured out that the peace serum was a concentrated oil. “It helps me concentrate, but to be fair doesn’t make me all that peaceful. I found out that every faction has the plants nearby, it just needs to be cared for properly. I’ll find a way of getting my hands on more,” I laughed at his last statement,

“It’s marijuana, and you’re just high. I guess it makes you more mellow, but I highly doubt it would make anyone peaceful. The elders in my village used it daily to help with sicknesses, and chronic pain. I don’t doubt its potency.

To my far right I can see Eric stand, and his eyes meet mine. He stares out the train, and then looks back at me before letting his chin rise up slightly. He looks back outside, and I see compounds nearing. “Caleb get up we’re here,” Caleb looks at me weirdly, but stands with me.

“We’re not even near the next train stop,” He questioned, and a dauntless born laughs.

“Dauntless don’t have a train stop,” He then jumps out of the train, and my mouth goes dry.

I look back at Caleb. “Tuck and roll, or land feet first?” I ask.

“Tuck and roll!” He shouts, and in unison we run and jump out of the moving train. Everything around me seems to slow, and by instinct I tuck in and hit the gravel rooftop straight on my ass. “Fuck me,” I groan. That will leave a bruise.

“Next time, we land feet first,” Caleb rubbed his back of the excess gravel. “You can say that again,” I laughed brushing off the gravel off my skirt, and backside. My feet are sensitive to the gravel on the ground as I have no shoes on, and all the dauntless seem to huddle around the edge. I nudge my way to the front, and see Eric standing on the ledge. I stare at the edge, and then back at him. Where the fuck is the entrance?

“Alright, listen up. My name is Eric, and I’m one of your leaders,. If you want to enter Dauntless, this is your way in. If you don’t have the guts to jump, then you don’t belong in Dauntless,”

“Is there water at the end or something?” A Erudite behind me speaks up.

“I guess you’ll find out,” He replies with a monotone voice. “Or not,” He paused once more, and Caleb looked at me hesitantly. “Someone’s got to go first, so who’s it gonna be?” His eyes roamed the crowd but eventually land right on mine. He smirks, challenging me. His eyes leave mine shortly after, assuming that I wouldn’t accept his offer.

“I will,” I retort. He turns his attention back to me with raised brows. I walk closer to the edge, and bunch the ends of my skirt up so that I can lift my leg high enough to step up. I catch his eyes on my lower half but pay no mind. My eyes wander to the black destroyed hole in the middle of the buildings. “Anytime now, initiate” I shoot him a glare before closing my eyes, and let myself fall backside first. If I die, it’s his fault. The gust of wind on the way down was exhilarating. I opened my eyes mid-way down, and my body collided with a firm net. My body bounced a few times before one side of the net was pulled down and my body was sent rolling off to the side. I fell with a thump but hands guided me up after. I’m met with deep dark blue eyes, in fact they could pass for black if you weren’t paying any attention.

“Did you get pushed?” He asked lifting me up with one hand. I shook my head no, as I tried to catch my breathe. “What’s your name, initiate?”

“O-phe-lia,” I respond out of breathe still.

“First jumper, Lia!” Other Dauntless cheered. “Welcome to Dauntless,” My mind wants to correct him, but another initiate falls down onto the net, and I’m already being escorted to the side. I guess Lia works too,

“Dauntless born go with me. Transfers go with Lauren,”

As the last jumper falls into the net, another Dauntless member guides us down a few flights of stairs and we end up in one of the hallways. “Take your old faction clothes off, and grab your new ones. Each table is according to size. Right is smallest, left is largest. Men’s are in the far corner, women are right here. You’ll have time to pick more outfits in the future.”

I walk towards the end of the women’s section and rummage through the pile of clothes. I grab what seems like thick stretchy high waist exercise-like leggings in a XL, and move onto the shirts. I hadn’t worn a bra this morning because it would’ve made my blouse tighter, and my only option on the tables were a sports bra and a small tank top. I opted for the sports bra, and hoped I could squeeze what I could into them. They were a larger size after all. I grab a loose black tee, and a red and black jacket just in case.

“There are a pair of socks in every shoe size. Women on the right, Men on the left. Ladies, if your family has sent you your toiletries, or accessories they will arrive in a few hours, and be on your bed when you arrive to the living quarters. If not, there are free at the infirmary whenever it is needed.” The brunette shouts, before walking past and standing at the end of the hall. I grab a size 8 pair of black slim sneakers, and head to her.

Her eyes look into mine, but shift to behind me. I feel the presence behind me again, and I sigh. “What, now?” I turn, and I’m met with emotionless eyes. He grabs my arm and leads me away from my fellow initiates into a separate room down the hall.

“You do not speak to your leaders with that type of tone. Do you hear me?” He roars, and I watch him intently with no reaction. “I said Do. You. Hear. Me?” He grabbed a hold of my throat and I gasped slightly. I clenched my jaw, and jerked my head away from his hands. “I have ears,” I respond sarcastically.

“Change,” He replies. “Max wants to see you,”

“But what about initiation?” I ask.

“Let’s go,” He grabs my inner elbow and pulls me towards an elevator.

“I thought you wanted me to change?” I question.

“Missed your chance,” He muttered.

As we wait for the elevator to reach the 4th floor, I breathe out in defeat. My first hour in Dauntless, and they already have me doing work. The floor beeps lightly when we reach the floor, and I follow Eric down a short hallway before we reach a doorway. Eric pushes the door in, and I walk in beside him to see Max staring intently into his computer. He motions for us to sit, and turns off his screen as we near.

“Lia, Welcome to Dauntless. You made an excellent choice.” I grin lightly, and let him continue. “Eric will show you to his apartment after you are changed, and will give you both the codes, and any access bracelets and necklaces you may need. After that you may meet with the rest of the initiates in the living quarters.” I nod, and he turns the screen to his computer back on. “You’re dismissed,”

I get up, and follow Eric down a few staircases, until we’re at level 3. I take in the compound’s surroundings. Everything is in stone, and seems to be underground. The rooms on each floor seemed to be placed extremely far apart. As we near the end of the hallway, Eric stops at a door, and enters a code leaving the door open for me to come in. He immediately tosses his jacket onto a nearby chair, and walks in towards a large grey fridge. My eyes widen as I take in his massive apartment. Tall ceilings, a second level, and very open. I should’ve assumed that Dauntless apartments were industrial style. Eric’s kitchen is in clear view as soon as you walk into his apartment. A mini library at the far left end ; To my left were staircases that led up to another level which I only assumed was where he slept.

“The code is 632587. I’ll give you everything you need once you are changed. The bathroom is upstairs. It’s fairly easy to spot.” I nod, and head up the stairs to my left. There’s a king sized bed directly in the middle of the room against the wall, a large map plastered behind it, and an enormous clock to the far right. As I walk in further, the bathroom is in clear open view. He wasn’t kidding. Along the back wall was a wide section of natural stone tile with shower heads that emerged high against the walls. A thick transparent glass between the stone tiles and the floor giving it an ample amount of room to wash yourself in. Beside it, to the far right was a small area for the toilet, but everything seemed to be wide open. Great, nothing to hide behind while changing. I curse to myself as I take the rest of my blouse off, and slowly take all my clothes off. A pair of clean black cotton cheeky underwear was tucked into my leggings, and I stared at the piece of cloth before deciding I would not go commando, and keep my area covered. As I step a foot into my underwear I see Eric’s head slowly appear by the staircase staring straight at me. I rush my other foot into the underwear, and yank it up as quickly as possible.

I grab the sports bra off the ground, and turn my back against the approaching Eric, and struggle to pull it over my chest as it rolled up behind my back while I rushed to put it on. I grow frustrated as I can’t seem to unroll the stupid material in order to get it over my breasts. I jump when I feel his hands slide underneath the material on my back, and tug hard. The material unrolls, and he slides his hands towards my sides unrolling the rest before letting go and allowing me to do the rest. I adjust my chest, and lift my breast into a comfortable position in the sports bra before grabbing the loose black tee, and tossing it on over my head.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

Grabbing the thick leggings, I slip my legs into them, and shimmy while pulling up the fabric until they reach my waist. I let out a deep breath and grab my jacket and slip it on before looking back at Eric. He’s seated on the edge of his bed, staring at me intently.

“What do I do with these?” I hold up my old Erudite clothes, and he looks over at the garbage container to his left. I walk over to it and dumb my clothes in before turning back to him, and grabbing my shoes off the floor.

“What else do I need?” I spot a few items on the bed, and he picks up a necklace with a plastic laminate attached to the end.

“This is your authorized badge, everyone at Dauntless has one, even the initiates. Your clearance level is higher and will grant you access to everything in any faction, but that is something you should keep to yourself. After initiation your phone will replace this, and you’ll be able to gain clearance via mobile or through manual coding,” He paused, exhaling. “Here are the keys to my apartment in case the system is down, or you forget the code. Lastly, here is your phone. This is how Max, Jeanine, and I will keep in contact with you. Make sure it is with you at all times. Other necessities will be granted to you upon how you rank, and if you make it pass initiation. When I call or text you, I expect an answer. When any leaders speak to you, you are not to disobey their command. If you leave this compound, or break any rules I will deal with you myself. Do you understand?” He barks.

“Yes, I understand.” I nod in response.

“Just because you’re Jeanine’s prized pet, doesn’t mean you get special treatment here,” Prized pet?!

“I am not her pet,” I frown, and he scoffs.

“Sure you aren’t, Einstein”

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Summary: Dylan goes to prom without Eric.

“Why do you look so tired?” Her mouth straightened into a thin line, looking at her son who was picking at his good. He shrugged, looking down at his shoes, rubbing them against the table leg.
“I don’t know. I just am. School and everything, soccer, college. It’s stressful.” She nodded, wishing that his dad was there to give him some advice, she had always been better with his older brother. Eric saw that she was trying, and gave her a forced smile.
“Hey mom, I’m not very hungry. Do you mind if I go to Dylan’s now?” She shook her head, standing up with her and his plate, going over the sink to wash them.

He sat behind the wheel of his prelude, coasting along with some band he’d never heard playing softly through the speakers. It sounded like something Dylan would listen to, it was sort of melancholic and it collided nicely with the sound of rain on the top of his car.

Eric slammed his car door, and rushed into the Klebold household to avoid the rain.
“Hello, Eric! Did you have dinner? If you’re hungry I can whip up a sandwich.” He grinned at Sue’s polite behavior, and declined.
“I just finished mine, thank you ma’am. Is Dylan in his room?” She nodded, and Eric stepped up the stairs. Dylan’s room emitted no light from the sliver between his door and the floor, and Eric opened it softly, hoping Dylan was awake.

He was, and he was sitting hunched over his desk, sipping on a screwdriver. He turned around, noticing Eric’s presence, and he stood up.
“Hey, sorry, I didn’t know you were coming over.” Dylan waved to him almost, awkwardly happy.
Eric nodded, closing his door softly. “It’s fine.” They stood there, not saying anything for a few minutes, kind of just analyzing each other. Eric had gone on vacation with his family for a few weeks, so it had been a while since they’d seen each other. Eric had gotten tanner, still pale, but he looked less like he belonged in a coffin. Dylan had gotten skinnier.

“I’m going to the prom, soon.” Dylan looked at his feet when he told Eric, shuffling towards him slowly. “You can come, they’ll be nice. Robyn asked, I gave in, I guess.” Eric flushed pink when Dylan asked him, and then he realized that he went they would go as friends. He had Robyn, fucking Robyn. He didn’t want to tell Dylan he was mad, because he would pry, and he really did hope Dylan had a good time.

“I hope you have fun, V. I think I’ll pass. You have to take pictures though, alright?” Dylan laughed at Eric’s tight lipped response, scratching the back of his head. His hair was pulled into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, and a few strands had fallen out, framing his pallid face.
“Of course. They like hanging out with you, you know…” he trailed off, sensing that Eric knew he was lying. Eric did. He heard the way people lowered their voices whenever he sat next to Dylan at lunch, and he knew that Dylan had been invited places as long as he didn’t bring Eric along.

“I know, don’t worry. Prom isn’t my cup of tea, you know? Nobody to go with really. It’s cool. Have a good time though, next month, right?” Dylan said yes, and they got caught up in some conversation about tuxedos and Dylan’s new Tec-9.

Prom came quicker than Eric would have thought, and that Saturday night he found himself with nothing to do. He tried to tell himself to just calm down, play some Doom, maybe watch a movie or two. He was going to be fine, Dylan would tell him all about it tomorrow. He tried to relax, pouring himself a cup of Jack Daniels and lighting a cigarette. His parents weren’t home this weekend, they had gone to visit family, insisting that Eric stay home and focus on school.

Halfway through a shitty bootlegged version of a Tarantino movie he had never seen, Eric gave up. Eric gave up acting like Dylan, Vodka, his best friend, going to prom, the night of their fucking lives, with some dumb bitch was okay. He knew it wasn’t fucking okay. He knew Dylan would be laughing and having fun and blah blah fucking blah with his friends, forgetting about the short angry kid left sitting in his basement with fuck all to do. He was so mad at him. The rage coursed through his body as he took one last swig of whiskey, grabbed a small black box, and went to his Honda, driving as fast as he could to Dylan’s house.

Nobody was home. The lights were all off, no cars in the driveway, no cars in the garage. Eric checked, unlocking the door with the key hidden under Dylan’s “Hello!” doormat. He opened Sue’s liquor cabinet, pouring himself a shot of vodka, in honor of his V, and went upstairs to Dylan’s room. It was dark, and Eric didn’t want to turn on the too-bright-light. He rummaged around in Dylan’s closet, producing a flashlight that appeared to have dimmed significantly since the first use.

Eric put in Dylan’s favorite Nine Inch Nails cd, turning it down low enough to hear, but not loud enough to blare and stab nails into his head. As he sat in the yellow glow of the flashlight, drunk and listening to a band he didn’t even like, he looked at the clock. 12:56. Surely, Dylan should be home by now, prom ended almost an hour ago. What could he be doing? Fucking that dumb Robyn girl, probably, having the night of his wasted teenage life.

Eric was so caught up in his thoughts that, about an hour later, he didn’t hear the front door open, and he didn’t hear the slow steps coming up the stairs. He did hear the creaky door to Dylan’s bedroom opening, almost hitting him in the process. He stood up quickly, grabbing at the doorknob for stability, and noticed that it was, in fact, his Vodka. Dylan looked surprised to see someone, and he flipped on the light switch and saw that it was Eric.

“What the fuck, dude?! Why are you in my house, how did you even get in?” Eric held his head in one hand, still gripping the door with the other.
“Did you have fun?Did you have the night of your fuckin’ life? Huh?” he slurred, pointing at Dylan, his finger landing right on his chest.
“Eric, what’s wrong, you’re bleeding, your hip-” Eric realized he must have scratched it on the way here.
“My hip is fine! I, however, am a little bit fucking pissed that you left me! You left me alone while you were with your friends, your loving friends who hate me and your loving loving loving fucking friends who leave me out of everything! Your stupid friends! Your stupid fucking girlfriend!” Dylan looked hurt by his words, backing up.

“Hey, I asked you if you wanted to come, Reb. You should have come, you would have had so much fun. The guys like you, and Robyn likes you. We missed you.” Eric scoffed at Dylan’s attempt to cheer him up.
“Your friends call me weird. Don’t invite the weird Eric kid, oh fucking no! I love you Dylan, tonight was supposed to be for us. Tonight was going to be our last night before… it was going to be ours and Robyn, and her dumb friends ruined it! Doesn’t that bother you?” Dylan pulled Eric into his chest, not caring about the rented tuxedo getting wrinkled or stained.

“Eric, I love you too. You know that, okay? Those guys aren’t even that cool, you know. I would have had more fun staying in with you, all you had to do was ask.” Eric inhaled in Dylan’s chest, the way he smelled like cigarette smoke and cologne, it got him even drunker.
“I got you a gift,” he mumbled into Dylan’s chest. He reached into his sweatshirt pocket, pulling out the black box that he stuffed into it earlier. He placed it into Dylan’s hand after they had pulled apart, waiting for him to open it. Dylan draped his suit jacket over his desk chair, and sat down on his bed, flipping the box open. A silver ring with an oval onyx stone sat in it, gleaming alongside the mulled wine velvet that held it.

“Eric, wow, it’s really, well it’s really just, wow. Thank you, so much. Why did you get it for me?” Eric was standing in front of Dylan on the bed, and he shrugged. Something he seemed to be doing a lot lately.
“I wanted you to have it. I saw it when I was out with Kathy, I thought maybe you would like it. Do you like it?” Dylan didn’t answer, he was looking at Eric with a concerned expression.
“I really adore you, Dylan. You’re my best friend.” Dylan brought Eric back to him, putting one arm around his waist and another around his neck.

Eric stood still for a second, trying to figure out why Dylan had hugged him so much tonight, trying to figure out why Dylan was so fucking nice to him all the time, why Dylan was so, so Dylan. Eric didn’t deserve him. Dylan broke the hug off, his hand with his new ring on it lingering on the back of Eric’s neck. They stood like that for a while, and it was a while in that Eric started to cry. He didn’t like to cry in front of people, he hated showing vulnerability, but he was too drunk to care.

Dylan brought his forehead to Eric’s, trying so hard to read his mind, figure out what was wrong, what he could do, how to fix it. Eric leaned forward and pushed his lips against Dylan’s, hard and bruising and angry. Dylan tightened his grip on Eric, his free arm slithering to wrap it’s way around Eric’s waist, pulling him closer and closer. Nine Inch Nails were still faintly there in the background, and he could hear the opening words of Something I Can Never Have and Eric was climbing into his lap, thighs resting on either side of Dylan. It tasted like booze and menthols, and the cinnamon toothpaste that they both used.

Eric and Dylan were now DylanAndEric, VodkaAndReb, LoveAndAnger. Eric and Dylan belonged together, Dylan and Eric belonged with eachother. ‘Til a shotgun and a Tec-9 do them part.

anonymous asked:

Have u ever noticed that dylan inhales his ciggarette but eric dosent? ;)

Well, Dylan liked smoking and was a habitual smoker with a certain je ne sais quoi  ;)  whereas, Eric was trying to look like he smoked. just to look cooler - on occasion - but he obviously wasn’t an expert smoker and boy, is that ever obvy. I mean, dude can’t even light his cigarette. We’re all trying hard not to laugh along side Dyl on that one.  Eric refrained from inhaling because he was trying to be his usual control-freak self, attempting to look cool yet keep his lungs healthy and nicotine free. Not that staying alive and healthy mattered much anymore anyway, right? ;) 

Graduation 1999.

April 1999.

           Eric sat nervously on the hard metal chair that was out in the middle of the football field of Columbine high school, with three hundred other metal chairs that held the graduating class of 1999.

Due to everyone needing to be seated in alphabetical order by last names. Eric was several rows away from Dylan.  

The guest speaker continued on with his strong prediction of every single senior graduating to have a bright future and recalled some of his own fond memories of high school and college. 

Soon it was time to pass out the diplomas. After what felt like hours, suddenly Eric realized he was sixth in line to have to walk on stage.

Eric began to regret allowing Dylan to talk him into this.

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Eric inhaled deeply while painting his face with a serious expression. He flexed his broad chest and turned quickly to Arthur, who was slowly making his way towards their side of the bar with the rest of their cloaked posse in tow. They mumbled and whispered among themselves while flocking around both men, and Roan heard the familiar clinks of coin being passed around the bunch as Arthur (who still wore his excited grin) posed in front of him and gently placed his black bottle onto the countertop with a low whistle.

“You were slumped in front of that fireplace for a hot minute, young'un. Is this what you’ve devoted your life to?” the bartender said softly, pointing with his thumb at the portly bottle. "Roaming from place to place, looking for men quick to exhaust their funds by playing dangerous drinking games?“ He raised his chin and tilted his round head, giving Roan a once over as he stroked the neck of the bottle of ale with steady fingertips. "Where are you from? And what’s your name?”

“Not here,” Roan said, cracking his neck by jerking his head from left to right. “And that doesn’t matter to you. What matters is that I’m paying you to put on a show.” He motioned with his hazel eyes towards the bottle. “You can take what’s owed to you from my purse. I’m sure Goliath here won’t mind as long as he gets the rest if I fail, that right?”

“That’s right,” Eric huffed.

“But do you know what’s in this, my determined friend?” Arthur’s grin widened a bit more before he reached upwards and pulled the bottle’s green cork off. “Eric and I were originally discussing the popularity of two notorious brews in these parts.” He chuckled smugly. “The first, an eastern concoction named Jolalisma, is known for being a nasty mixture of spices and reptile blood, drunk only by the hardiest men and women who can stomach it in these lands.” Eric crossed his pale, brawny arms and sat straighter in his seat beside Roan. Arthur reached over the bar and affectionately patted one of his sinewy shoulders. "Our large specimen here prides himself on being able to do so.“

"But Eukat?” His grin faded and he crinkled his rich lips. “Not even it’s brewery reveals all of the ingredients on the bottle. And in bold, golden green lettering, we can see here…” he gripped the bottle by it’s base and turned it around so that Roan could see a golden patch of paper placed on the back of it. The lettering Arthur described was clear and simple, surrounded by the winding, venous tail of a black scorpion. “Consume at your own risk,” the bartender read aloud. Some of the cloaked figures snickered. Eric huffed once again.
“Both are popular because of their respective dangers to the average body. Eukat is made up of an assortment of spices, roots, and honey, but the real kicker, aside from it’s mystery ingredients, is a rare herb that goes by the name of Pinery.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in a bit closer to Roan. “Ever heard of it?”

“Not in this life,” Roan said. He could feel Eric’s eyes on him, the man just couldn’t wait to see him squirm.

“It’s a bitter product of the earth, so foul that it’s been rumored to send grown men into seizures after their livers failed to process it. Only a few can even stomach more than a glass or two, a feat that Eric here can also boast about.”

“But an entire bottle?” Eric interrupted. “That’s right suicide, that is.”

The cluster of cloaked figures around them suddenly began bustling about, and more coin was disbursed between them as they laughed and slapped each other’s backs, excited at the possibility of making a few extra coin on an otherwise ordinary winter night. Roan smirked. How he relished a great challenge, and who knew how much longer he’d be waiting in the lobby until he was escorted away to do what he came for in the first place?

“Well then,” he said in a confident tone, reaching out and grasping the short neck of Arthur’s bottle with the entirety of his hand. “That was a hell of a history lesson and all, but I’m still itching to snatch away your gold, Eric.” His mouth formed a sleek grin that rivaled Arthur’s in it’s enthusiasm before he lifted the container of Eukat and floated it towards his lips. “Even if it kills me.”

Art /  Being An Old Demon, Enrico Camerra

Fire Fox - Chapter 3 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (violence/swearing/smut:p)

Notes/Warnings: Upcoming Trigger Warnings

Genre: Drama/Angst

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The door to Eric’s apartment banged open and the two crashed through, Eric kicking the door closed behind him. On their way down the hallway to his apartment Fox had leaned forward and begun to nibble on Eric’s neck tattoo, shattering the fragile hold he had on himself. Turning, he slammed Fox back against the door and pressed himself full length against her, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss.

Fox moaned against his lips, opening her mouth and beginning to battle his tongue. Instinctively, she lifted her leg and Eric reached down, gripping her thighs and helping her wrap her legs around his hips. He pressed against her, his cock straining against his jeans. He ripped her jacket off and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Curling his hand into Fox’s mane, he pulled her head to the side and attacked her throat with kisses and his teeth, licking to minimize the sting. Fox’s moans burned through him, igniting his blood. Grabbing her ass, Eric lifted her easily, turning towards the bed. He hissed as Fox nipped hard at his pulse point, his cock twitching. Fuck, he needed her NOW.

Reaching the bed, Eric lowered Fox down onto the thick black duvet. They crawled backwards to the pillows and Fox lay back, her hair like a halo. Eric snaked his way up her body, lips and hands everywhere. He pulled her shirt off, and used it to bind her wrists above her head. Fox inhaled sharply, meeting his eyes. Her mysterious kaleidoscopic eyes were wide, the pupils blown. Eric lowered his head to her breasts, nipping first at one side, then the other. Rearing back, Eric pulled his shirt off, tossing it away. Fox gasped, her eyes roving over his broad muscular chest, defined abs and the perfect V they made as they disappeared into his jeans. Her gaze fixed on the barbells through his nipples and she bit her lower lip. Eric yanked at his belt and fly, stripping his jeans off, then he reached for Fox’s. A shiver went through her and, for the first time, Eric saw a hint of fear in her eyes. It froze him cold. He wanted her too much for her to be afraid of him, of this.

Forcing himself to slow down, Eric lowered himself down, reaching up to stroke Fox’s cheek. He ran his fingers through her hair and lowered his head, pausing, waiting to see if she was ready for another kiss.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Untie my hands, please.” Fox murmured. Instantly Eric reached up and pulled the restraint away. Half-laying on his side, Eric watched Fox through hooded eyes as her newly freed hands slowly began to trace patterns on his chest, lingering on his piercings. He forced himself to remember that she was a virgin, had never been here before, and he needed to go slow, regardless of the desire pounding in his veins. Hesitantly, her hand trailed down his stomach, then stopped. Carefully, Eric covered her hand with his, and moved it farther down to his tented boxers. Fox inhaled sharply as her fingers brushed against his cock, and the flash of lust in her eyes almost made Eric forget about all about going slow for her; if she kept this up, her inexperienced touch more of a turn-on then any of the Dauntless women Eric had brought to his bed, he’s lose all semblance  of control.

“Touch me, Fox.” He breathed, biting his lower lip. “You’re in control here.”

Fox’s eyes snapped up to his, and he nodded gently.

Wonderingly, Fox curled her fingers beneath the elastic band and her fingers brushed his cock. Eric hissed in a breath, almost losing it right there. Slowly, Fox continued, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. Fisting his hands, Eric rolled onto his back, surrendering to Fox, letting her explore. Fox rolled up beside him, watching herself stroke him, looking back up to see his reaction. Biting his lip, Eric watched her through hooded eyes, breathing hard. He squeezed his eyes shut as Fox lowered her head and tentatively took him in her mouth, groaning loudly. Her tongue rolled over his head.

“Fuck….” Eric moaned, fighting to keep his hips still. This was too much; sensory overload, like he was the virgin here, experiencing this touch for the first time. He was going to explode unless he stopped her.

“Fox, stop.” Eric sat up, grabbing her wrist gently. Fox met his eyes uncertainly and he gently pushed her down onto the bed. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right now.”

Fox eyes widened and a wicked smile came to her lips.

“Let me touch you now.” Eric breathed, and Fox nodded.

“Yes, Eric.” She whispered back.

Trailing his fingers gently along her cheek, Eric traced the silvery scar that bisected the side of Fox’s lips. Leaning down, he kissed her slowly and gently, feeling her arch beneath him. Moving down, Eric nibbled and kissed her throat, making his way down to her bare chest. Teasing first one nipple and then the other, he grinned against her skin as Fox moaned his name. He trailed kisses down, tracing his fingers along. Reaching her jeans, he looked back up, Fox nodded slightly and Eric pulled them off. Hooking his fingers in her black lace panties, he pulled those down too and began kissing along her thighs. As he reached her sex, he raised his eyes again. Fox was breathing heavily, biting her bottom lip, although there was still faint uncertainty in her eyes, she nodded. Closing his eyes, Eric covered Fox with his mouth, groaning as she arched beneath him, crying out. Gently stoking with his fingers, Eric rolled his tongue along her sensitive bud, breathing her scent deep. His cock twitched and his blood raced.

“Oh fuck, Eric.” Fox moaned, her breathing harsh.

Eric continued, slowing pushing first one finger then two into Fox. Squeezing her eyes shut, Fox cried out, panting as Eric slowly stroked his fingers in and out. Suddenly, her back arched and she moaned as she came, Eric nearly joining her as she shuddered around his fingers and tongue. Breathing heavily, Eric collected himself a moment before crawling up to Fox’s head. His lips still wet, he claimed her mouth again, his hand cupping between her legs.

“Yes, Eric.” Fox breathed against his lips.

“Are you sure? It will hurt at first.”

“Yes.” Fox closed her eyes a moment, then opened them again, her gaze meeting his.

“Are you on the shot?” Eric whispered. All female initiates were given the option of the birth control shot when they came to Dauntless, but it was their choice if they accepted it.

Reaching down, Eric guided himself to her entrance and slowly pushed inside. Fox tensed, gritting her teeth. Carefully, watching her expression, Eric continued.

Squeezing her eyes shut, a lone tear trailed down her temple.

“Fox?” Eric cupped her cheek.

“Keep going, I want it to feel good.”

Eric felt himself reach her barrier, and gritting his teeth, pushed through. Fox gasped, her eyes opening. Her hand came up to touch his cheek and Eric turned his face to kiss her palm.

“Don’t stop.” Fox breathed.

Eric pushed his full length in, filling Fox completely. After giving her a moment to adjust, he began to move, pulling almost completely out before filling her again. Fox moaned his name, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“Fuck,” Eric ground out. “You’re so fucking hot, Fox. And tight…fuck.”

Pain had turned to pleasure already for Fox and she gripped Eric’s shoulders. “More.”

Groaning, Eric began thrusting harder, losing himself in the ecstasy. He reached one hand down to grip her hip, hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh god, Eric.” Fox moaned, it sharpened to a cry as she climaxed again, arching beneath him.

Fox quaking around him was too much, and, groaning loudly, Eric came hard, following Fox off the ledge, shuddering as he spilled inside her. He collapsed on Fox, too spent to move for a moment. Fox wrapped her arms around him, dragging her nails up his back. Eric moved to roll off, but Fox tightened her arms.

“Not yet.” She breathed. “This feels so good.” Grinning into her throat, Eric wrapped his arms around her and relaxed.

Fox woke up the next morning in a daze. She realized she was resting her head on a warm, breathing pillow. Looking down, she saw a nipple piercing and velvety skin. An arm lay heavy on her back, a hand cupping her ass. Without lifting her head, Fox moved her eyes, trying to remember where in the hell she was. This wasn’t the dorm, and this wasn’t her cot. The ache between her legs told her that this wasn’t a dream. Turning her head, she rested her other cheek on the warm skin of the chest beneath her and looked up. Eric was still asleep, his face relaxed. Fox bit back a gasp, the events of last night rushing back to her. Oh Fuck. She thought. Me and Eric! Despite herself, she found herself studying his face. Gone was the perpetual sneer, the glint of danger in his eyes. He looked innocent, even childlike in sleep, his hair mused and curling out of its usual gelled submission. As if feeling Fox’s gaze on him, Eric inhaled deeply, his eyelids fluttering and that broke the spell. Rearing backward, Fox fell off the bed with a crash. Eric sat bolt upright, eyes wide.

“What the fuck? Fox?” Blinking rapidly, disoriented, Eric watched as Fox scrambled around for her clothes.

“Fox? Slow down. Come back here.” Eric struggled to pull himself free of the sheets and stand up.

Yanking on her shirt and pants, Fox scrambled for the door.

“Fox?!” Eric called out.

Ignoring his cries, Fox threw open the door and ran.

Dauntless (Part 18)

Eric x OC
​Warnings : Language, Violence

“He deserves at least a trial! You can’t just shoot him!” I burst, my heart thundering in my chest so hard it was all I could hear. There was a roaring sound in my head, drowning out almost everything else as I unreasonably started to panic.

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The New Girl; An Imagine.

Eric Harris Imagine for Angie.

Being the new girl at a new school is never an easy thing. If you are new at the beginning of the year it might be easier but if like me, you are new in the middle of the year it’s way harder. I have been the ‘new girl’ for about three months now, well that’s what everyone calls me anyway. I just wish this year would end already, truth be told. But there is one thing that makes everything worth it, well I should say, someone makes it worth it; and his name is Eric Harris.

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Dangerous Liaisons V-Day Edition - Said in Ink

Happy Valentine’s Day! This is a little drabble for Eric and Jade, giving a glimpse as to what their relationship may look like in the future. It’s also fulfilling a request I had for some random Eric/Jade smut, and what would happen if Eric caught her taking care of business :). There’s a slight “Awe….” moment at the end, and Eric isn’t quite such an asshole here. 

NSFW, smut :) 


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cartoongirl26  asked:

Any buttman headcanons?

ooc; U KNO IT

  • They’re totally partners in crime. Power couple af. Eric may use Butters as a henchman, but I think he quickly realizes that they’d be stronger if they worked as equals. 
  • Butters makes Eric baked goods like cookies n things. Eric inhales them every time. 
  • They totally play dress up together. Like… c’mon. Probably in the safety of Eric’s house so Butters doesn’t get grounded.
  • I think Eric would do PDA with Butters. Still not as much if they date in high school, but definitely as adults. Like hand holding, kissing, ass grabbing, the whole nine yards. They’re one of those couples.
  • The more Eric opens up to Butters, the more they both realize that they share similar trauma. They bond over it and comfort each other when things get tough. 
  • I like to think they go into business together once they’re older. 
  • Eric calls the Stotch’s just to fuck with Butter’s parents over the phone and piss them off. He knows if he does it in person they’ll just ground Butters.
  • They both switch with who’s the big spoon and who tops, but i still think Cartman prefers cuddling over sex.