#four smut

A/N: this little story is for @slutforoldermen and @maisiestuff ! The inspiration comes from this* post here and I have brought the best I could to the function fr😮‍💨 tehehehe enjoy!!

Also don't mind the title I couldn't think of anything witty :'(

CW: sort of forbidden sex, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, begging, teasing, some humiliation.

Summary: (Four x reader) You decide to confront Four after days of cold and distant behavior towards you but you didn't expect to walk in on him...

Four was known for being tough and hard to get through to but that was no excuse for the way he had been treating you. Trainings had become even more rigorous and so had his demands. It wasn't your fault you had a sense of self preservation, something most of your other Dauntless initiates seemed to lack.

Your steps were short and fast, as you approached the block of apartments where Four lived. Your breaths were audible, partly due to your speed but also to the anger that coursed through your veins. He had no business calling you out and humiliating you in front of everyone simply because you had turned down the offer of standing before a target as the instructors threw knives around you. You wanted to tell him off to his face and now was your chance.

You knocked on the door confidently, crossing your arms as you awaited a response. You got none.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, knocking again even harder. And yet, the seconds ticked by and the door stayed closed. Your hand flew to the doorknob, even though you knew it would be locked but it didn't hurt to try.

To your surprise, the door opened with a slight creak, leading to Four's spacious studio. Your eyes quickly scanned the room for signs of him but were disappointed to find the lights off and his bed empty. You had almost given up hope as you turned to leave when you heard a noise. The sound of water running in the distance made you creep towards it.

Ah, so he's washing his hands, you thought to yourself as you pushed open the bathroom door. It all happened so quickly. As the door opened, your eyes fell on his naked, wet body, standing below the shower. And he'd heard you.

"What the f-" he screamed, interrupted by you slamming the door shut behind you. Now you really were breathing heavily and it was solely due to the adrenaline this time. You'd seen him fully. His toned back, arms, chest, and even his dick, water dripping off of him. He was so big and beautiful everywhere. Your cheeks flushed at the image that was flashing in your mind repeatedly as you covered your eyes in horror. He was your instructor! How were you ever going to face him again? He was going to make your life impossible now.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made your heart drop but you didn't turn around.

"You have five seconds to tell me why the hell you're here," Four said, his voice careful and cold as ice. You shivered in response, turning slowly as you thought of a good excuse. He stood before you, white towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes shooting daggers at you. You couldn't help but stare at the little droplets of water that remained on his chest, his abs, dripping down slowly past his navel.

"I came to see you," you choked out, "To tell you off, actually."

"What makes you think you can come see me?" he said carefully, his voice so soft it was dangerous. He took a step towards you, "What makes you think you can come into my house?"

"It was a mistake, honestly!" you protested, stumbling backwards, your hands fumbling to grab onto something, anything. You came in contact with the wall, gripping it tightly to keep you steady and upright in case your legs gave out. This had turned into a terrible idea.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice taking on an even more dangerous tone. Dangerous because it made you press your legs together tightly and hold back a whimper that dared to emerge from your mouth. You pressed your lips together tightly before speaking.

"I-I," you stuttered, your brain buzzing with filthy thoughts of the man standing in front of you.

He took another step towards you. "So sure on telling me off and now you can't even get a sentence out."

Your cheeks burned as he taunted you, now clearly unbothered by your presence in his house. He was excited even, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you.

He took yet another step towards, now just inches away from you. He was so close you could smell the warm musk that was coming from his skin. You silently fought back the urge to reach out and run your fingers along his glistening , muscular body.

"Why don't you tell me why you're really here?" He placed his free hand on his chest, the other one still tightly wrapped around the towel that barely covered him. If only it would just slip down a little.

You ducked your head down in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the smile that was pulling at the corners of your lips. "I already told you, I came to see you," you said softly, staring intently at the floor. That's when a piece of fabric fell. His towel.

"Take a good look then," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. He wanted you to see him as you'd seen him just moments ago. If you listened and brought your eyes up to him, there'd be no turning back. It was also a breach of conduct but again, you didn't care.

"Four," you murmured, as you brought your gaze back up to him tentatively, meeting his dark brown eyes instantly. Your heart raced as you pushed past the embarrassment of avoiding his naked body. Your eyes ran down his body, his wide shoulders and brawny arms. You took note of his veins everywhere, they were so noticeable and prominent. Taking your time now, your eyes scanned his strong chest, toned abdomen, and followed his happy trail further down, gulping as you saw him again.

And suddenly, his lips were on yours. His lips moved against your passionately, his tongue swirling erotically against yours, your breaths mixing in your colliding mouths. Your hands found him instantly, trailing down his chest lightly as he groaned into your mouth. You wanted him so badly, to taste him, to feel him, to hear him groan again. But his hands stopped you, holding them tightly in place even when you tried to free yourself.

"Stop," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He took a few steps back from you for good measure before pointing to your shirt. "Take it off."

You were used to cooperating with Four's orders but this one threw you off, a slight edge of self consciousness beginning to emerge.

"Take it off or you don't touch me," was all he said, making you whine in return. You complied quickly, slipping the top over your head, leaving you completely exposed. You could feel Four's eyes burning into your chest as you stood before him, your eyes never leaving his.

"And that," he said, gesturing to your pants, which came off just seconds after his command. You took a confident stride back to him, no longer bothered by the fact that you too were almost completely naked. Up on your tiptoes, your hands found his hair and your lips his own. You kissed him feverishly, breathlessly, feeling his hands snaking down your back, stopping to grab a handful of your butt, pulling you even closer to his body. You could feel him hardening against your stomach as you pressed yourself onto him eagerly, your fingers tangled and pulling at his hair.

Four took you in his arms, grabbing your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering softly when his cock grazed your clit as he walked you over to his bed.

"I haven't even really touched you yet and you're already making pretty, little noises," he murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you still straddling him. Now, with his cock fully between your legs, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear, there was no stopping you. Your hips moved against him almost instantly, seeking some sort of stimulation.

"Fuck," you sighed, as you rubbed your aching clit against him. His hands found your waist and guided your movements vigorously.

"Use me," he groaned, his eyes on your face, watching the pleasure on your face grow, "Just like that." You could feel the wetness of your panties start to spread, dripping down onto his throbbing cock. Your moans grew louder, as you began to reach your orgasm, griding against him at an even faster pace. His big, rough hands reached down to squeeze your boobs. Four's heavy breathing below you only fueled your desire, you were almost drunk on it. You knew you were only minutes away from climaxing, so when Four's hands held your waist still in place, it felt almost violent.

Your eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as you opened your eyes to find him smirking, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Get on your knees," he breathed, as you lowered yourself below him. You watched him mesmerized, as he stroked himself, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure, his moans were soft and breathless. You squirmed impatiently as the need to touch yourself grew, he was driving you crazy and he knew. You whined breathlessly, hoping he'd turn his attention back to you. You wanted so to badly to feel him in your mouth.

"Open for me," he said softly, bringing his hardened length to your eager mouth. You took him into your mouth greedily, swirling your tongue around his tip ardently, tasting his slightly salty precum. Four's hands stayed near you, one holding your hair back and the other softly stroking your cheek. With every movement you made, every lick and stroke, you felt him grow harder in your mouth. The situation itself was enough to give you a thrill of pleasure too, moaning around him occasionally.

"Fuck," Four grunted, leaning his head back in pleasure from the vibrations of your throaty moan. "Moan on my cock again," he almost begged, almost entirely lost in ecstasy. You moaned back in response as the man above you started to come undone, bucking his hips against your face. He felt so much bigger in your mouth when his speed picked up, no longer expecting you to bob up and down his length.

Four pulled himself out from in between your lips, his cock sliding out perfectly from the back of your throat, covered in your glistening spit.

"I want you inside of me," you begged, now with an empty mouth but begging to be filled someplace else. Four pushed you back onto the bed in response, prying your legs open as you bit your lip. Instead of sliding himself into you, he bent down, now eye-level with your pussy. He trailed feathery kisses along your inner thighs, making a point of avoiding where you really wanted him. But no amount of whining or whimpering would make him speed up.

After torturous seconds, Four's fingers slid up and down your wetness. His slick fingers rubbed soft, slow circles against your clit as your eyes rolled back. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch you and how. His fingers gradually sped up, the circles he was tracing becoming more precise before bringing his mouth down to you. Four's tongue took over for where his fingers had been, drawing lazier circles than before. You desperately wanted him to speed up, to fit one or two of his big fingers into you.

As if he'd read your mind, he brought a finger slowly to your opening, teasing his way in. His finger stretched you deliciously, sliding in and out with ease, curled slightly in hope of hitting your G-spot. Your moans became pornographic now, pulling on his hair as he hit the right spots, both inside and outside of you.

"Four," you gasped, interrupted by another trembling moan, "more," was the only word you could get out.

Four brought his mouth away from your drenched pussy, his finger still fucking you as he spoke. "You want my cock, don't you?" he taunted, watching you buck your hips against his hands, your body begging for more. You nodded quickly.

"Tell me," he breathed, "Tell me how badly you want it inside of you."

"I want it so bad," you whined, "Need you inside of me."

Instantly, Four stood up and found a condom, sliding it rapidly down his throbbing member. In one swift movement, you found yourself straddling him again, in charge once again. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, allowing him to stretch you out even further. Burying his dick in your pussy, he groaned and your own moans joined him. Steadily, you began to ride him, taking notice of how he gripped your boobs to keep you in place, his rough fingers brushing against your hardened nipples.

"That's it," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead, "Ride me. Ride my cock." He felt so good inside of you. You moaned his name as his mouth came onto your boobs, sucking on them as they bounced. His stubble left the skin around your boobs tingly as he turned towards the other one. His hands found your hips once again, speeding them up against his own moving hips.

The friction of your bodies, the sounds coming from him, and the sight of him was too much. You knew you wouldn't last much longer as he continued to hit your g-spot, digging your nails into his strong arms as the waves of pleasure hit harder.

"Yes," you whimpered, "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" he pressed on, wanting to hear more of your desperation.

"Mmm," you moaned back, your legs beginning to shake. You were just seconds away from the release you so deeply craved.

"Beg for it," he grunted, feeling his own orgasm slowly creeping up. But he'd hold out for you.

"Please," you begged frantically, unsure how much longer you could hold back. "Let me cum."

"You sound so pretty while you beg," he answered between breaths, "Cum for me then, cum all over my cock." And that was it, all you needed to hear.

You let the pleasure wash over you completely, taking over your body and your senses as you came. You threw your head back, moaning his name as you felt yourself clenching around him. Four wasn't far behind you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter as he buried his dick deep into you one last time as he came. Both of your hips came to a slowing stop as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you laughed breathlessly, in shock of what had just unfolded before you. You had actually had sex with your trainer. Four seemed as bewildered as you did but he didn't say anything. Clearly he wasn't used to hooking up with initiates, thankfully.

You laid there together silently for a couple of minutes. Four stroked your hair softly as your fingers traced imaginary lines along his arms. You were both sweaty but neither of you seemed to care. And then he spoke.

"So," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "Is you intruding my house going to become a regular thing?"

"Only if you want it to be," you smiled up at him, knowing very well that's what he wanted to hear.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully before a smirk appeared on his mouth, "Want to shower?"

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Content: SMUT CONTENT, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

a/n possesive tobias makes me feralll, also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

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ღNeed | Tobias Eaton

You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.

However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.

Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.

You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.

pairings — four/reader | divergent au! |

summary : four seems to pick on you especially—and you figure out why. it’s because you both share the same secret.

warnings : none i think?

authors note : i forgot about this and decided to upload it even tho it’s unfinished…

© elliotsblunt 2022. do not repost, modify, or translate.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me? Hello?!” you whisper desperately into the microphone.

Your eyes were on the target but your position could easily be compromised if you moved to take a shot and there were plenty of armed guards who were primed to take you out if you gave away your location. No one was replying to you and time was quickly running out, your opportunity slipping away by second as you continued to call for someone else.

“Okay, no one’s replying, I’m taking the shot,” you state defiantly.

As soon as you move you see the three men turn your way instinctively and aim their guns towards you, but you have to briefly ignore the fact you were probably about to die as you take a trained shot at the target and take him out as bullets start firing directly at you. One by one the guards drop to the ground thanks to the others and you escape unscathed by some miracle to meet everyone else at the specified point.

“That was a close call,” Four laughs as he drapes an arm around your shoulders once everyone’s gathered.

“Too close,” you sigh, “what happened to communications?”

“One tried to show off and ended up blocking all the signals for the most important moment of the task,” Two explains as she rolls her eyes.

A gunshot echoes out of nowhere as you begin to walk along and everyone instinctively ducks before looking around to find the source of the sound and checking the others are okay, then as you scan the rest of the group you notice every pair of eyes are trained on you. You frown as you go to stand upright again but then you feel it, a sharp pain that runs through your side and causes you to drop to the ground with a loud scream of agony. All you can do is writhe around in pain on the concrete floor as you let out anguished cries and take uneven breaths while everyone crowds around you to help; Two stems the bleeding by applying as much pressure as possible while Five rummages around in her rucksack for something helpful.

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[Note: If only everyone were as nice as Four. ;) Tagging  @elaacreditava, @dreamingoffandomscenarios, @bookwarm85, @pathybo, @ariwolff14, @yourdarksunleavesmecold, @amatuer-flowerchild, @when-innocence-is-lost, @musical-morrison, @imnotafraid4 as requested!]

Rated: PG 13 (very mild talk of violence. Enjoy! <3

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Aurora’s mother died in childbirth. With her, naturally. No one talked about it much, but she guessed perhaps her mother lost too much blood. Aurora didn’t have very extensive knowledge in the subject of birthing children, but what little she did hear of usually involved something along those lines.

If Aurora’s mother had survived, her life would have probably been very different. Her father wouldn’t see the defeated, ashen face of her mother each time he looked at his little girl’s pale cheeks and bright green eyes. And that blood red hair, the exact same shade as the woman who created her. Almost the exact shade of the life that drained so quickly from her. With each passing year, Aurora took on more and more of her mother’s qualities.

Her father wouldn’t have hated her for destroying the love his life with her very existence, if things had worked out. That was why he tried so hard to punish Aurora. He never outright said so, but she guessed it. Why else would he lay a brutal hand on her? What had she done to deserve such scorn? Even as a child who barely understood the world, she had a sense of why her home life was so challenging. What a terrible thing to know when you’re barely big enough to ride a bike.

But there was still some fortune, as dreary and small as it was. Her older brother, David.

She could think about him now without it hurting so much. She could conjure his face into her mind, that boyish smile he never grew out of, and she no longer felt sick with sadness for it. The pang of loss had dulled with time and the betrayal she felt for his absence had morphed into something like regret. For him or for her, she didn’t know.

David was endlessly kind, especially to Aurora. He was Amity through and through and though he had their father’s chocolate brown hair and long nose, he possessed nothing else of the cruel man. He was always gentle and friendly, and Aurora couldn’t recall a single time when his voice was ever raised in anger. When their father went to hit Aurora for not paying attention in class or daydreaming during chores, David courageously took up his position between them. He never fought back, never screamed or threatened the old man, but his solid presence was sometimes enough. It didn’t always do much good when they were younger and he barely reached his father’s waist, but soon David grew to stand equal to the bitter man’s stature.

He always promised Aurora he would protect her.

David had been fifteen when Aurora came home from class. She was so excited to give him the clay figure of a bird, that she hadn’t noticed the heavy silence in the room at first, or the elders standing in the corner of the room. She was told he was gone. Dead. Some underlying sickness no one had known about before. Their voices were so empty and void of any real sympathy. They hadn’t known him the way she knew him. That still stung, even now so many years later. The worst part was the way their father- no, just her father now- looked forlorn for a child he never loved, and the tears that fell from his eyes seemed more like acid. That made her bitter.

If David were still around, Aurora would probably have stayed in Amity. She would have never left him, not in this lifetime. He would have saved her, would have stopped their father from ever hurting her again. She knew deep down that when he was old enough, David would have found a home for them far away and she would have been safe. She wouldn’t have been pushed to join Dauntless by desperate self preservation and loneliness.

He would have known what to do in this situation, and he would have told Aurora to stick up for herself and don’t let anyone use her. She could practically hear it now, him telling her to straighten up and puff up her chest and put out her chin. And don’t ever look away.

’He can’t take anything away from you. You are who you are and that’ll never change. No one can hurt you if you don’t let them.’ Funny how those words had been meant for their dad, but they fit perfectly into the present situation she found herself in. What would he be saying to her now, if he knew that she had raised her hands in violence and had drawn the blood of other people? No better than their useless dad. Would he have been disappointed at her Choosing Ceremony?

Aurora realized that Four reminded her a lot of her brother. Not so much in physical similarities, but in manner. Four was firm with her, but always reassuring. Even his sparring moves held a presence of gentleness, like he didn’t want to be too rough with her because he sensed she needed a break. His questions were never prying, but he said what needed to be said even if Aurora didn’t feel like hearing it. He told her to suck it up, because no one could change anything for her but she herself. Of course she hadn’t told him about the more personal encounters between herself and Eric, but he understood the gist of being in a situation you felt you had no control over. Four was quick to catch on though, and Aurora got the impression he knew a little bit more than she was willing to reveal. Maybe he had seen this happen a lot. She wouldn’t be surprised if Eric had made a thousand girls feel like this.

The two were surrounded by a comfortable silence as he dipped a six inch piece of hardwood into bright red paint. The plan now was to teach her hand to hand weapons combat, mostly how to not get split from nose to navel by a blade. Rather than using a real knife though, he was using this wood and if he managed to touch her with it, the red would reveal the points of contact and create a map of her mistakes. Sometimes when you’re adrenaline was surging, you didn’t even know you were injured until it wore off and you felt the pain or saw the blood. He knew that all too well.

He had gone over the moves with her a dozen times now; ‘hands up, feet apart, keep your eyes on mine, not on the knife. Block with the outside of your arm when I swing.’

She was expecting him to turn and set up the scene before he attacked, so she was caught off guard when he wheeled around and brought the armed hand arching overhead towards her. The very edge of the stick grazed from her right shoulder to her left hip as she tried to leap back out of the way, leaving a thick smear of crimson paint trailing after it.

“You are very, very dead.”

“I didn’t know you were going to do that!” She pouted.

“Do you ever know when someone is going to pull a knife on you?”

“Do it again. I got it this time,” Aurora backed up a pace until they were more than an arm’s reach apart.

Again, Four didn’t hesitate or explain what his move would be. He ducked and lunged, moving more quickly than Aurora ever thought someone of his well-muscled size could. But she was ready.

Just as his arm whipped out, she ducked agilely beneath the line of fire and shoved her shoulder into his lower stomach and lurched, flipping him over just like he showed her the first time they trained together. With a surprised grunt, he tumbled to the floor, the fake knife falling from his fist and clattering just inches from his reach. This time, Aurora spun with him and before he could roll back onto his feet and grab the knife, she leaped onto him. Her knees straddled his stomach while one hand found his throat to hold him down and the other jerked the weapon up before he could find it.

Aurora was smiling with dark triumph. A thin red line of paint dripped horizontally under Four’s jaw while his eyes seemed dazed.

“You’re deader,” she panted.

Four waved his hands palm out in defeat, but the grin on his face was proud. “There you go. You won’t even need the rest of your team if you keep this up. But one thing…”

Suddenly he brought his knees up into her back and she went sprawling forward with a gasp. He was on her then, pinning her wrists to the ground in both hands.

“If you’re going to sit on someone, distribute your weight so they can’t do what I just did. Lord knows you don’t have much of it.”

Aurora breathed an embarrassed laugh and blew the hair out of her eyes. With a chuckle, Four released her and laid parallel with his back against the cold floor. For a moment, the only sounds were their breath as they both caught up.

A light above them flickered with an electric hum.

“Were you nervous on your first mission?” She suddenly asked.

Four peered sideways at her and propped himself up on an elbow. His gaze was speculative.

“Everyone is nervous on their first mission. And if they’re not, they’re lying.”

Aurora doubted Eric had ever been nervous in his life. She frowned at these thoughts.

Four reached out and placed a hand on her thigh and patted reassuringly, but the way it made Aurora’s breath stall made her think it was meant for something else. She gulped but didn’t scoot away, choosing instead to ignore it.

“You’ll do fine. Follow your orders and remember to keep your guard up and it’ll be a breeze. The Factionless like to make noise but rarely does it ever turn into an actual fight. At worst, you might need to flex your muscles to discourage them. They’re not a functioning organization, remember?”

Aurora breathed out through her nose and risked a glance up at him. His expression was inquisitive, maybe a little sympathetic for her. There wasn’t the edge of poorly disguised hunger that Eric possessed, and it made Aurora think that Four’s thoughts were totally genuine.

“Eric told me they got guns somehow. And they’ve gathered in a bigger group than usual and haven’t dispersed when threatened.” She tried to hide the worry in her voice but it didn’t quite work. Would she have to fight them? A group of faces she’d never seen before, people she’d never met angry with her to the point of violence. Everyone was telling her it would be no big deal, but she had never had real experience in combat apart from the one fight she half-lossed. The thought of being stuck on a mission with Eric in a group of full fledged Dauntless soldiers made her feel sick with anxiety.

Four rose a little then, balancing himself on his forearm and tilting his body to face hers. He was looming over her now, and the flickering light above cast shadows over his face.

“If you keep worrying about it, something bad will happen. Eric is difficult to work with and stubborn as hell in the best of times, but he’s not foolish enough to walk into a situation he doesn’t think he’ll get out of.”

Aurora did have to give him that. As deep as her sense of survival went, his had to be a mile deeper.

Four rubbed her thigh again, but she found it comforting rather than invading. She subconsciously gravitated towards it, seeking further reassurance. She didn’t feel like he was taking advantage of her like Eric would in this situation. Like Eric did last night. How could two Leaders be so drastically unsimilar? Two very different aspects of Dauntless life.

“Can I ask you something?” The words were out of her mouth before she had decided to speak.

“Go for it.”

She hesitated, trying to decide just how to put the tangled thoughts jumbling around inside her head together. When she did ask, her voice was slow and careful.

“Do you ever wish… you’d just gone Factionless instead?… Or that you’d stayed where you were?” Four had never told her anything about where he was originally from, whether he was a transfer or a born-Dauntless, but the way he understood her thoughts so perfectly made her think perhaps he had his own experience with similar problems and feelings of not belonging.

He seemed a little taken aback by her line of question. But he answered easily enough. He shrugged the shoulder he wasn’t bearing his weight on.

“Dauntless doesn’t have to be scary. It is what you make of it. Every faction has their ups and downs, but for me… Dauntless was a way to protect myself. A way to do good that I didn’t think I could ever achieve elsewhere. I’ve never met a transfer who didn’t feel the same, in a way. Everyone comes here to be better and braver than they were before.”

Aurora was silent for a long time, mulling over his answer. He was right, she knew that. But her reasons for transferring were a little more selfish than his seemed to be.

“I think I would have stayed in Amity if… if things had worked out a little differently. I wasn’t running to a better future. I was running away.” She sat up then and he slowly rose beside her. Never in her life had she hinted at her past to another person. Not even Lyanna or Jaime, her best friends, knew what her life had been like before.

Out of the pan and into the fire.

She felt a strong hand rubbing small soothing circles into the small of her back.

“That doesn’t make you a bad person or weak, if that’s what you’re wondering. Every person has their demons. It’s just a matter of how you fight them.” He stood to his feet and held out both hands to help her up as well.

Looking up, Aurora had almost forgotten the paint across his skin, which was still wet and glossy. She skimmed her first two fingers across it, scooping up some of the color, and proceeded to draw a smily face on his cheek. He laughed but held still while she let loose her artistic talents, but grabbed her before she could get away so he could do the same with the paint on the front of her shirt. Instead of a single happy face, he peppered both cheeks with lopsided flowers, then a sun with curvy heat lines on her freckled chin.

“There,” he took a step back to admire his work. “It’s impossible for you not to be happy with flowers and sunshine. Now let’s get some dinner.”

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By the time dinner was being served, they had both washed the paint from their skin and Aurora had changed into a clean shirt.

A few people stared when Aurora strolled casually into the cafeteria with Four, making a point of not looking around, especially not towards Eric’s table. She shivered to think of his reaction at seeing her with Four. Well she had told him hadn’t she? He started this game first. She thought she felt someone’s gaze on her but didn’t know if it was just paranoia.

She and Four sat at the same table they had the first time they had breakfast together, at the far side of the cafeteria against a wall. Aurora sat with her back to the crowd.

“I was thinking,” Four mumbled through a mouthful of burger.

“Uh oh. That’s not good.” Aurora smirked when he halfheartedly tossed a baby carrot at her.

“Anyways. I was thinking, have you given any thought to what you want to do after initiation? Intelligence, training, guard?”

Aurora actually hadn’t thought of that at all. While all the other initiates were making plans for their roles in Dauntless, she had just been focusing on getting from one day to the next.

She sat back in her chair. “Not really to be honest. I guess that depends how things play out from here… I’ll be gone while initiation takes place for everyone else. I don’t know if that gives me an automatic pass or if I’ll get back and be kicked out.”

Four smiled and slid the rest of his half-eaten chocolate cake across the table to her. She stuffed a forkful of the dessert into her mouth. The sugary icing hurt her teeth but it was too good to go to waste.

“The only way you would fail is if you end up dead, and then hey, what is there to worry about?”

Aurora rolled her eyes sarcastically. “I feel so much better now, thank you Four! But in all seriousness, I don’t know. I’ve never even been into the intelligence room and I don’t know all that much about computers. I guess I could be a soldier. It seems pretty simple to just follow orders and go where I’m told to.”

Four took another bite of the burger while considering her answer. “I think you’d be good in intelligence. I can train you. It’s easy once you get the hang of it. Monitoring surveillance, writing protocol, following up on reports from other factions. You could work with me in the control room.”

Aurora was astonished to see that his face was completely devoid of any joke.

“Really? Why would you want that? Do you usually recruit initiates yourself?”

He shook his head, sipped the water in front of him. “No, never actually. I just like you.” He winked and Aurora’s face flushed.

“You’re smart, Aurora. Taking a job like soldiering would be beneath you. You’ve got more to offer than that. I don’t think you’d like anything in Leadership, but I do think you’d be good in the controls.” He spoke like a businessman, but the look in his dark eyes was ardent, eager.

Aurora was silent as she went over this revelation. It was tantalizing- surprising, but tempting. She had never really considered a position in the control room to be within her reach. The more she thought about it, the more interested she was. No daily combat, no exhaustive directives, no ending up on the other end of a loaded gun. She wouldn’t have to fight with the Factionless, or run patrols through the other three factions. She wouldn’t be stuck on the Wall freezing during winter and melting during the summer. And best of all, Eric wouldn’t be her boss. She knew Four wouldn’t make her do anything she wouldn’t want to.

She made up her mind.

“Okay. You’ve got a deal. When I get back, you can show me the ropes.”

His Girl

A/N: yes ofc! The idea of this fanfic is that Tris never chose Dauntless and captured Four’s attention, you did🤭 I hope you enjoy it!

Sidenote: I LOVE getting requests from you guys, they’re so fun to write, so thank you:) There is also another Author's Note at the end of the fic!

Summary: After a first brutal year in Dauntless, Four managed to get you an instructors position alongside him. However, you can't help but wonder if the soft glances and brushing of hands is strictly professional or if it's something else...

Sometimes when you opened your eyes, you still expected to be in the dorms with the other new initiates. It had been months since you'd gotten your own little studio but it didn't always feel real. You liked having a space all to yourself, for your things, and without having to share. If that made you selfish, you didn't care.

You rubbed your eyes groggily, staring out of the one tiny window your flat had. "Another gray day," you mumbled, pulling yourself out of your bed. To call it a bed was an overstatement but you were forever grateful for that spare mattress Christina didn't want.

The sound of voices grew as you walked down the narrow corridor that led to The Hub. You could distinguish a few: some were other instructors and some came from your own initiates. You liked your bunch, especially since they were the first you were training. As for the rest of the instructors, the majority were fairly nice, some more than others. But only one stood out. Four.

Your feelings towards Four were unclear. On the one hand, he had trained you well, even landed you a job beside him. But your feelings towards him weren't solely professional. No, there were moments in your lonely nights that you imagined him taking you into his strong arms, his lips against yours, protecting you from a danger you both knew didn't exist. You knew that dating instructors wasn't off limits but it couldn't possibly be permissible, socially at least. The rest of trainers usually kept to themselves, indulging in the occasional hookup or fling but it was never anything more serious. Hooking up with Four sounded spectacular but it also didn't feel genuine.

You found your fellow instructors in the middle of the hub, going over that day's training no doubt. Four's back was facing you, as he spoke with Eric, turning his face slightly as he did. You knew he'd seen you out of the corner of his eye when he spun around halfway to meet your gaze.

"Y/N," he nodded at you, his eyes fleeting over your face quickly.

"Four," you responded, standing a few inches away from him.

"Ready for today?" he mused.

"Like always," you said, rolling your eyes and punching him lightly in the arm.

"Getting stronger, Y/N," he said, a small smirk pulling at his lips, "Careful or I'll have to hit back."

You gawked at him in a mock shock, your eyes widening. "You wouldn't dare."

Four shrugged, "You're not my student anymore. There are no rules that say instructors can't fight."

"Oh yeah?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow at him, "See me after class." You took off towards the training room, not bothering to hear his response. Though you knew you had caused an impression.

Your classes that day went by quickly, the minutes ticked closer to your break, closer to seeing Four again. You were thankful to have passed initiation but there was a tiny part of you that missed spending greater part of your days with Four, even if it was through the means of enduring physical hardships and fist fights with others. That's usually how trainings went anyway.

As the final initiates thinned out of the crowd they'd formed around you, the silhouette of one caught your eye as you bent down to pick up the scattered equipment left behind. It didn't take you long to realize it wasn't one of your students, as none of them were nearly that tall, that strong. Or that silent for that matter.

"Right on time," you said coolly, not bothering to glance over at Four as you retrieved knife after knife from the floor.

"I take all of my altercations very seriously," he replied, his voice sounded even deeper in the empty training room.

"Ah," you smiled, spinning around to find him staring down at you, his arms crossed. "Is this what this is?"

"I'll remind you that you're the one who told me to see you after class," he smirked, rolling his eyes, "I've done my homework, haven't I?"

"Very punctual," you answered, tilting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. Four chuckled lightly in response.

"I hate to burst your bubble, though," he said, shaking his head slightly, "I don't have a huge appetite for kicking your ass tonight, Y/N."

"Never took you as a coward, Four!" you gasped, the sarcasm thick in your voice.

"There's nothing cowardly about not wanting to fight on a first date," he replied matter-of-factly. A thrill ran through your body at his words, a hint of blush lingering on your cheeks.

"Is this what this is?" you asked, the shock on your face this time was real but you hid it well.

"Only if that's what you want," he said slowly, taking in your bewildered state. Or maybe you hadn't been as discreet about your surprise as you'd thought.

"Of course," you blurted out, "I just wasn't sure if I was picking up on the right vibe, that's all."

"You're not very easy to read either, you know that?" he shook his head, his shoulder moving as he chuckled.

"Mhm," you huffed, tossing the last few knives back into their container, making sure to hide your suddenly flushed face.

Twenty minutes later, Four had dragged you to The Pit once again. Only now, the seemingly welcoming vibe had been replaced with a much tougher crowd. A quick scan around you gave you the answer. A competition. Most things in Dauntless seemed to be life or death but swinging across the Chasm on a ragged, old rope sounded like a solid death sentence.

"You brought me to swing to my death?" you asked Four sourly, careful as to not make your excitement noticeable in your voice.

Four's lips tugged into a smile. "Not you, obviously. We're here to watch."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, turning towards him now, "You don't think I can do that?"

"Let's be honest, Y/N, out of the two of us, I'm the expert in ropes," he replied coolly.

"We'll see about that," you muttered, your feet taking off beneath you as you finished your sentence. You were determined to prove him wrong. Was it risky? Yes but how hard could swinging from a rope be?

You were sure Four's voice was calling out for you in the auditory blur that surrounded you but you didn't care. Pushing past the bystanders, you made your way to the edge of the Chasm. A dozen of big-looking Dauntless members stood waiting for the next opponents. That's when you realized there were two ropes, one for you and one for someone else.

"What're you waiting for?" a small, yet strong Dauntless man called out at you.

"We won't bite!" said another, "Sheela's been standing here for a while," he said, gesturing at a tall, brawny Dauntless woman that stood holding one of the ropes.

"Well, I'm sure I was worth the wait," you replied, your voice loud and even.

The Dauntless members laughed, a few looked at you with bewildered faces.

"Well, little lady, step right up," the man said, "You'll have to reach the rope though."

You walked right to the edge, suddenly aware of how far the rope was from you. You would have to lean over the edge quite a bit to grab it. The good news was that if you did, there would be something to hold onto. You didn't want to think about the bad news.

You reached out a shaking arm towards the rope, leaning your body forward as you did. Your fingertips brushed the coarse, prickly line, trying anxiously to pull it towards you. You knew you needed another inch of inclination. Taking a deep breath to steady you, you pushed your body even further.

Thankfully your calculations had been precise, as the rope was now in your tight grip and your body around it. Screams emerged from behind you as you fell forward, many thinking you had missed it altogether. But no, your legs had twisted around it and your hands were holding you close to it. The problem now? You were quite literally over the Chasm.

"Y/N!" Four's voice sounded louder over the rest of people cheering you on, though many still seemed doubtful about your fate. "Swing!" he yelled. And they call this man a genius.

"I got it," you called out, knowing very well he wouldn't see you rolling your eyes at him from this distance.

"She's got it!" the Dauntless men who had teased you earlier yelled back at him. Four's eyes shot daggers back at them but didn't say a word.

They were right of course, you did have this under control. You swung yourself back and forth, each swing bringing you closer to the stone ledge. You used the momentum of your last push to reach out one of your legs, pushing your foot down firmly on the pavemented edge as you pulled the rest of your body back to safety.

The crowd behind you hooted and cheered for your triumphant return. Four's face seemed slightly more relaxed at seeing you back on the floor. He even seemed to smile.

Sheela seemed to be the only one not celebrating. "Are we doing this or not?"

The shorter Dauntless man held up a hand to both of you before turning to the crowd that only seemed to be growing. "The rules are simple. Step one: grab the rope," he grinned at you for a split second, "Step two: swing across the Chasm to the other side. Step three: climb the eastern wall and retrieve the arrow. Step four: come back before your opponent does."

There was no turning back now. Another Dauntless woman held a pistol up in the air, ready to fire the shot that would send you and Sheela swinging towards a very probable death. The shot rang through the silent Chasm loud and clear, the sound bouncing off the walls around you.

In an instant you were running towards the edge, wrapping your body around the rope once more as you swung yourself over the black abyss. You made sure to give yourself a few swings here and there as you neared the other side. Worst case scenario would be to get trapped in the middle and have to rely solely on your inertia to reach solid ground again. Luckily, once again, everything had gone according to plan. A few minutes later, your feet were on the surface of the other side of the Chasm. Sheela hadn't been so fortunate.

"Nice, Y/N!" Four called out from the other side of the Chasm. He was now standing next to the other Dauntless men, near the edge where you had stood just moments before.

You let out a breathy laugh as you tied the rope around a rock. No one had said anything about that and this way, you'd have one less step to think about. The walk to the eastern wall was short but you made sure to focus on your feet. The accidental slip of a foot could send you down. The arrow was lodged about fifteen feet up, in a small crack. This side of the Chasm wasn't as smooth, thankfully. There would be many spots to place your feet on as you climbed it.

You jumped up, arms reaching for the first rock that seemed pushed out, grabbing onto it tightly as you surveyed the rest of the wall. The climb was exhausting, so much stretching and rearranging your feet but the impending doom below you motivated you enough to not stop. You could hear the others cheering for you across the opening as you continued scaling.

About ten feet up, your extremities began to tremble. It started slowly but ultimately ended up wracking your entire core. You suddenly became aware of every droplet of sweat that dripped down you. But you couldn't brush them away. The arrow was now just a foot away from you. It was so close but your body was so weary that it felt like miles afar.

"Come on, Y/N!" Four's voice interrupted your troubling thoughts "Climb!"

His voice brought back a spark inside of you, one that pushed your body to its edge as you reached up towards the next ledge. The arrow was lodged safely in the wall but pulling out was the simplest thing you'd done this night. You let out a sigh of relief as you held it in your hand, resting your feet on the ledge you'd just held.

"That's my girl!" Four shouted with pride, his hands cupped around his mouth. His words sent a shiver down your spine and a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

You had half a mind to check on your opponent, who happened to be scaling halfway up the wall to your right. You couldn't get distracted now, you still had to climb back down. Placing the arrow in your mouth to free both hands, you began your descent to safety. The way down was much easier, since you had already learned where to step and where not to.

In a matter of minutes, you were back on the ground, running towards the rock you had tied your rope around. Sheela was just seconds away from reaching her arrow but you knew her climb down would be as quick as yours.

Wasting no time, you untied your knot and took a couple steps back to give your swing more momentum. This last step of the competition was the least of your worries. You swung yourself for the last time, your feet pushing off of the ground firmly.

Four waited for you on the other side, his arms ready to catch you as you came closer. You flew right into them, sending you both toppling to the floor. In a blur of seconds, the Dauntless group had pulled you up into their arms, throwing you up in the air as they celebrated your victory. You craned your neck back to catch a glimpse of Sheela, who was still on the other side of the Chasm.

A pair of strong arms caught you. Four smiled down at as he slipped you away from the crowd. It would be a matter of seconds before they realized you weren't among them.

"Had me worried for a second there, Y/N," he smirked as he walked.

"I had it under control," you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughed, his whole body shaking against you. "Believe me, this wasn't my idea of a first day."

"Well I'd say it was one of the best in the books," you smiled and you meant it.

"You're insane, Y/N," he said, shaking his head in bewilderment as you reached a quieter part of The Pit. Four set you on your feet gently.

"No, I'm your girl," you said softly, smiling up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Oh, without a doubt," he murmured, his lips just centimeters away from your own.

"What am I going to have to kiss you too?" you teased him, running your fingers through his hair.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he laughed breathlessly before bringing his lips to yours. You expected a gentle kiss but there was a force and urgency behind it that made your heart flutter. Four's lips were so warm and soft and his arms wrapped protectively around you sent you spiraling. You needed him in a way you'd never felt before. You pushed your body closer to his, pulling his hair as his hands made their way to the the small of your back. Four's tongue found yours, swirling against it. Your breaths mixed with his own, his toned chest rising and falling as you kissed him. His lips moved against yours ardently, pulling you impossibly closer to him, the warmth of his body consuming you. He was driving you crazy.

You pulled away quickly before you did anything stupid like ask him to spend the night. It took you both a few seconds to compose yourselves before Four spoke.

"So, next date?" he began, playing softly with your hair.

"Who says there's going to be a next date?" you challenged, fulling aware that you were being a pain in the ass tonight but Four seemed to love it.

"I'm going to have to fight you for that," he said seriously.

"Sounds like we have date number two," you giggled, before you pulled Four back in for another kiss.

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