Eric Coulter Imagines

What If: Show Off

The Dauntless compound was alive with energy as the initiates gathered for a demonstration. Eric stood in the center, arms crossed, eyes cold and calculating as he surveyed the trainees. Y/N stood nearby, her calm demeanor contrasting the intensity in the air.

"You can keep struggling," Eric said, his voice slicing through the tension, "or you can watch how it's done properly." His eyes flicked toward Y/N, signaling her to step forward.

Y/N approached the target with smooth confidence, her hand steady on the blade. Her movements were fluid and precise, as though every strike was effortless. The final blow hit dead center, her blade finding the mark with deadly accuracy.

Eric, a few feet away, smirked as he watched her. The silence from the trainees was deafening. He stepped closer, casually resting a hand on her waist in a subtle but possessive gesture. "Anyone want to challenge her?" he asked, the taunting edge in his voice impossible to miss.

One trainee, trying to mask his nerves, stepped forward. "She's good, but can she really spar? We've only seen targets."

Eric's smirk deepened. "Go on, then. Let's see what you've got."

Y/N didn't even bother drawing her blade this time. She faced the trainee with calm resolve, ready. When he lunged at her, fist raised, she dodged effortlessly. In a single swift motion, she struck him in the gut with her elbow. The trainee crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. One move—Y/N had taken him down with just one move.

The silence from the crowd was thick, eyes wide as they took in what had just happened. Y/N simply stood over him, her expression calm, as if it had cost her nothing at all.

Eric stepped forward again, his hand returning to her waist. He looked down at the fallen trainee with disdain. "Told you. You never stood a chance."

He turned to the rest of the group. "Anyone else?" His voice carried a challenge, but no one dared move.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, Eric leaned down toward Y/N, his voice low and amused. "Nice work, princess."

Y/N shot him a smirk, wiping her hands casually. "Just following your lead."

Eric chuckled, his grip tightening slightly on her waist as they turned away, leaving the trainees stunned in their wake. It wasn't just a display of skill—it was Eric showing everyone that Y/N was his.