Little Book of Stridercest

Divergent AU

 
  Warning: Violence, harsh slang, and I think that's about it. Also, yes I've read all the books! I know how it goes but I'm altering it a little.

  Dave's person

   "Today you put your training to good use!" Condense barked at us, her face twisting into a mean grin.

    We'd been here two weeks now. Myself and the other initiates. It had been a rocky ride... I hadn't followed Rose to Erudite nor had I went to Candor like Roxy two years ago. Instead I found myself here in Dauntless with an insanely attractive instructor named Dirk Strider. No one knew much about him, other than the fact that he came from Abnegation, just like me, two years ago. He always seemed to keep an eye on me, and I couldn't deny I wanted to know him more than I already did.

   "David Lalonde are you even listening?!" Condense screamed, now right in front of me. I didn't flinch this time though as I looked up at her.

   "Yes," I lied quickly, not knowing how that had came so easily to me after years of learning it was a terrible thing. I could see Dirk leaning against the wall out of the corner of my eye, watching me intently.

   "Then what are we doing today?" She snarled, making me cringe.

   I looked around at the mats laid out, then to the score board in front of us wiped clean for today.

   "Hand to hand combat... " I trailed off, my heart beginning to pound. We'd done this once, and Gamzee laid me out in under a minute.

   "That's right... I'd hope you've been getting better after your last fight," She grinned, causing many people to laugh.

   Little did anyone know Dirk had been helping me since the night we played capture the flag, the night after I'd gotten my ass kicked. I may be small, but I'm smart and I'm quick.

   I nodded, giving Karkat a small smile of reassurance.

   "She's going to make you fight him again, I can see it... That's not fair," He whispered to me. Karkat came from Candor and well... He didn't really have a filter.

   "I know, but don't worry. I can do this," I whispered back, swallowing my nerves.

   ~time skip~

   "And last but not least... The stiff and Gamzee," Condense snickered.

   As Dirk wrapped my knuckles for the fight I could see my hands trembling badly.

   "You watch him, you understand me? He steps before he punches. You just have to be smart, Dave. You can do this," Dirk said barely above a whisper, glancing up into my eyes as he finished. I nodded a little, and for the first time Dirk flashed me a small grin.

   "You scared Stiff?" Gamzee chuckled as I stepped onto the mat with him.

   "Not a chance you asshole," I snarled, my eyes shifting from his feet to his face. I saw a glimpse of rage cross his eyes before his foot stepped forward, giving me just enough time to duck under his arm.

   I couldn't keep up though, and suddenly I was double over gasping for air. I could faintly hear Karkat yell that it wasn't fair.

   "Come on, get up, fag! This isn't even fun," Gamzee taunted, and suddenly my fear turned into blind anger.

   I straitened myself up, my hands no longer shaking. When Gamzee rushed forward this time, I caught his hand, flipping him over me and onto the floor, leaving the air knocked from his lungs. I took my chance and jumped on top of him. Everything was blurry and I could faintly feel pain in my hands as I punched him as hard as I could repeatedly.

   "Dave! Stop!" I heard someone yell. Warm hands wrapped around my wrist, pulling me off of Gamzee.

   "Stop, stop... It's over, you won," Dirk whispered into my ear, and my entire body fell slack into him. I was out of breath as I looked over at the bloody mess Gamzee was as Vriska hauled him off the floor, unconscious.

   Everyone else seemed shocked, and Karkat even looked a little fearful along with Sollux.

   "Come on, I'm taking you out of here okay?" Dirk said quietly, leading me out of the training room.

   I was silent the entire time we walked, not sure where we were going, but I didn't really care. I could feel Dirk's calloused hand pressing into my lower back, and that was all the guidance I really needed.

   Dirk led me into what I was assuming was his room because it smelled like him. Like cologne, sweat, and metal, something that was entirely calming and protective.

   "Are you okay?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he sat me down on the edge of his bed.

   "Me? Am I okay?" I said in a shocked tone. "Of course I'm fine! I just beat up a kid and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

   "Yes I'm asking you if you're okay! He had that coming! All he does is tease you, and hurt you! I would have beat the shit out of him if wouldn't get my job taken away!" Dirk hissed, his eyes searching mine. "That doesn't matter though... Are you alright? Does your stomach hurt? Are you hands okay?"

   I could suddenly feel my cheeks burning and my stomach filling with butterflies. I bit my lip softly and nodded a little.

   "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all," I said, lying through the fact that my hands and stomach were both throbbing.

   "You're a terrible liar," He sighed, giving me a small smile.

   "I know... " I laughed, wincing softly but still smiling like an idiot. When I looked up again, Dirk was a lot closer than before and I could feel my heart skip a beat. His eyes flicked between mine for a few seconds before be pulled back.

   "You need to sleep," He sighed, pulling the tape off my bruised hands before pushing me back against the mattress.

   "In here?" I asked, nearly choking on my words.

   "Unless you want to leave," Dirk said, a small smirk gracing his lips as I shook my head, sleep already taking over my body and mind. As I closed my eyes I was vaguely aware of a soft kiss being pressed to my forehead, but I was to far gone to say anything.