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Soulmates by DivergentAnnLiberty
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Divergent fanfic - Soulmates A/U - Four/Tobias x Tris x Eric: Some people in Divergent's Chicago are born with soulmarks, tattoo-like birthmarks that say the first words their soulmate will say to them. The marks are written in a color indicating their soulmate's faction of birth. Beatrice Prior, an Abnegation dependent, was born with two different soulmarks. How does she decide her faction? What happens once she makes her choice?
Four/Tobias Eaton Imagines by heliads
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A collection of imagines about Four or Tobias Eaton from the Divergent films and books. Feel free to leave a request!
Tobias Eaton x Reader by LolaKite0
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You're divergent. You leave Abnegation with a new founding friend. You even meet a guy there but is that all that happens? This story will be edited, currently doing that. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks!
Four x reader (Divergent) by glassesintherain
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{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021