les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

95. Weak But Sassy

Imagine: Being an Amity transfer who's not good at fighting, but is very sassy, so Eric decides to give you private training lessons.

A/N: Okay so the request wanted it to be fluffy, but I couldn't really combine sass and fluff, so I really hope you don't mind!

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You groan as you are thrown to the ground for the fourth time in one fight, you had to admit that though you were strong, you weren't very good at fighting. Coming from Amity, you had a lot of energy and power, however you had grown up being taught not to fight, but now, you were being told to the exact opposite.

"All right, this is pathetic, get up Amity! Training's over for the night, go have dinner," You lay there for another second, as everyone leaves, before attempting to push yourself up. Before you can Eric pull you up himself, "You're not very good at following directions are initiate? I tell you to get up and you just lay there, I tell you to fight and you just stand there."

"Just stand there?" You scoff, "I'll have you know I threw a good amount of punches myself!"

"Yeah and not a single one hit your opponent. At this rate, you're gonna end up factionless before you can blink an eye Amity."

"You not as smart as you look Eric, and that says a lot because you don't look very smart in the first place, but I'm not an Amity anymore, I got Dauntless as my aptitude and I transferred to Dauntless. Besides factionless is looking a lot more desirable consider this place has idiots for leaders," You know you shouldn't be saying all this but once you've started you can't really stop yourself.

"Idiot huh?"Eric raises his eyebrows, he's not angry, which in all honesty is scarier, "You think you're so tough. This idiot wants to see what it takes to break you; you'll be joining me every single evening for extra training sessions. Join me in here tonight after dinner."

You make your way to the cafeteria, worried about what would happen tonight. You barely eat wanting to ensure that you don't throw up all over Eric, you throw out the reminder of your dinner and make your way to the training room. You get there a few minutes early so you head to a punching bag and kick it around.

"You're early," You turn to see Eric, he looks surprised and slightly amused, "That eager huh?"

"Yeah, I was so excited," You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

"Don't. Roll. Your. Eyes. At. Me." He states firmly.

"Can we get started Eric?" You ask.

"Well you obviously weren't exposed to much fighting back in Amity, so we should start off with basic punching."

"Okay."

"Okay sir."

"Oh Eric no need to be so formal, besides I'd be ma'am, not sir," You smirk, he instantly grips your arm.

"You have a lot of nerve talking to a leader like that!"

"Having nerve is the whole point of being Dauntless," you retort, pulling your arm out of his grasp.

"I've said it once and I'll one more time Y/N, there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy, and you are very close to crossing it," He says venomously, "I suggest you keep your mouth shut otherwise no amount of skill will be enough to keep you in this faction. Now follow me."

He leads you to the centre of the fighting ring, "Now punch me."

He spread his arms out, leaving you with an open target, you stare up at him as if he's crazy, "Come on Y/N!"

You punch him right in the stomach, he doesn't even flinch, but your hand feels as if you've punched a brick wall. He chuckles, "What are you trying to do? Tickle me? Because I'll have you know, I'm not very ticklish. Okay, your technique is all wrong. Keep your palm face up until the very end of the punch, and then twist your fist into your target at last second. Also, don't aim at the chest or stomach, aim at the solar plexus, a good hit will leave your opponent winded. Now try again."

You punch him once again, following his instructions, it hurts a little less this time, but he's still not affected.

"Y/N, you have to mean it when you throw a punch, what did you do when some made you angry before?" He shakes his head, "Oh right, your stupid faction drugged everyone so you'd never get mad. You know Y/N, sometimes I can't help but think that you're just as stupid and useless as your faction. You should have just stayed there, even the factionless deserve better than you Amity druggies."

"Fuck you!" You shout, punching his straight in the nose, he clutches his face and stumbles back slightly. He takes his hands off and wipes away the small stream of blood that's now trickling out of his nose. You smile in satisfaction and at the fact that he was able to trick you into punching him properly.

"That's more like it," He smirks, "But next time, save the face punches for the real fights, don't use them on your trainers."

You chuckle, "Call me useless again and you'll be getting more than just a punch to the face, I don't care if you're bluffing or not."

"I could get used to you Y/N, you're not too bad," Eric says with the tiniest trace of a smile on his face, "I'm definitely not letting you become factionless."

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