Divergent (Male Tris x reader)

"Must be because you're so approachable."
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You watch as the first jumper hits the net, your eyebrow lifts slightly from your usual blank expression when seeing it's a former Abnegation. The guy lays in the net and start chuckling. Trevor's breath hitches in surprise when someone grabs the edge of the net and pull on it. Making him roll to its side and he looks at the person, seeing you. He stares while you frown at him.

"What, you get pushed?" You ask him.

"No." He answers, slightly out of breath.

You reach your hand out for him and he takes it jumping down from the net. He combs his fingers through his now messy hair, the length of it reaching behind his ears. His mother had just cut it, but he didn't want to take much of the length. Then he turns to you when you ask him a question.

"What's your name?" You ask him.

"I, it's, uh.." He says still out of breath from the adrenaline of jumping down.

"Is it a hard one?" You frown at him again. "You can pick a new one if you want, but make it good, you don't get to pick again."

"Uh, okay.. My name is.. Trey." He then says.

"First jumper: Trey!" You announce to the others around and they shout back, you look back at him. "Welcome to Dauntless."

He smiles at you but you just walk off to greet the next jumper, Trey looks up at the jumper as he hits the net.

...

"Dauntless born, go with Lauren. Transfers stay with me. Go." You tell them. Once the others leave with Lauren, you address the transfers. "Most of the time I work in intelligence, but during your training, I'll be your instructor. My name is Yn."

"Wait, you are gonna be our teacher?" Christoffer scoff in a chuckle.

"What's your name?" You ask the big mouth.

"Chris." He says. You step up to him slowly, when standing right in front of him you have to look up to make eye contact. He looks down at you kind of snug about himself.

"Well, Chris.. First lesson: When to keep your mouth shut."

"Oh, yeah? I'm- Ah!" Chris exclaim in surprise when you pull his hands behind his back in one swift motion, putting him and his big mouth in an uncomfortable and compromising position.

"Do you understand me, Chris?" You ask him, tightening your grip and he gasps. He tries to get loose but to no use, only making the whole situation more embarrassing for himself. Getting no answer you tighten your hold even more and he whimpers.

"Yes." He squeaks out, but you don't let him go yet, instead addressing the rest of them.

"Everyone got that?" You ask looking at the others, they glance at Chris standing completely compromised under your strong hold, straining and breathing rapidly as he tries not to make too much noise from the pain. They look back at you and nod affirmatively, feeling intimidated.

You let go of Chris, pushing him harshly toward the group, into Trey and Wilma. They catch him as he stumbles slightly before standing up straight, but has to rub his wrist and shakes his shoulder from the painful position you held his arms in. He looks at you as the others.

"Good." You say and walk. "Follow me."

As you show the transfers the way, Trey glances over someone's shoulder, something on your neck catches his eye. Wearing your hair up in a ponytail, he sees the beginning of a tattoo that seems to move down your back, peaking his curiosity. You stop at the edge, looking down at the Pit with the transfers.