Hi everyone! Mini side project to celebrate OQMovieWeek on Twitter! I'll be writing a short fic in the Divergent universe, an AU that's genderbent in which Robin is in the role of Tris and Regina is in the role of Four!
"In a dystopian future, society is divided into factions, but when a teenager doesn't fall into a specific faction he must hide his true identity as war breaks out."
I do hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think!
He supposed that deep down he always new he was different. And the test only confirmed that.
"The test didn't work on you."
Now, what the fuck was that supposed to mean?
The test was supposed to tell him what faction he truly belonged in, so that his choice would be made easier. But for the results to come out inconclusive, that was just unbelievable.
All his life, Robert had lived believing in the man that he felt he was. And he was Abnegation, full to the brim. No one knew a more gentle soul than he. Highly respected for his acts of kindness and hospitality, even as a young child, Robert always placed others before himself. He refused to be the selfish bastard that his father had been, refused to follow that same path. Mr. Locksley was none but a trickster, a scoundrel who'd beaten his own son in the shadows, all the while facing the people of Abnegation with that deceptive, sugary-sweet smile that he'd always worn to hide the fact that every decision he made was not for the good of the faction, but for the good of himself.
The people had not known the real truth of Robert's father, neither did anyone in the other factions either. So it was no surprise that everyone in attendance at the Choosing Ceremony had all collectively gasped when Mr. Locksley's prized son had slit his palm and dropped his blood onto the burning coals of the Dauntless faction.
Upon deciding to leave his own faction for that of the strong and brave, Robert had sealed his fate. Standing just at the cusp of adulthood, no, he still no longer knew who he was. But, he knew deep down what his heart wanted. That was, something more… something much more.
And now, even as he peers over the ledge and down into the seemingly bottomless pit into which he must jump to enter the world of the Dauntless, Robert still has no regrets.
"If you want to enter Dauntless, this is the way in," the deep, thickly accented voice of one of the Dauntless leaders had boomed, "And if you don't have the guts to jump, then you don't belong."
Robert lifts his head once more, eyes focused up at the leader, squinting into the sun's light to get a better look at him. The man—Graham is his name—is tall, lean, however extremely muscular. His dirty blonde hair falls over his forehead in large, mussed-up curls. His eyes are gray, distant, and unforgiving. He breathes every bit of what Dauntless is supposed to stand for: strength, courage, power.
There's an awkward silence as all the initiates stand before Graham, shifting their weight from one foot to another. "Well, someone has to go first," the leader says, "Who's it gonna be?"
Robert sighs, shaking his head. If no one else is ready, he might just be willing to take one for the team. Perhaps it's a bit of Abnegation still left running potent inside of him, or perhaps it's simply the fact that he is ready to leave it all behind and start fresh.
After all, Robert chose to be brave. Then, why not start now?
"Me." All heads turn towards him. Robert takes one confident step forward. "I'll go."
There is laughter amongst the crowd of initiates as some of the Dauntless born initiates, even those of Candor, snicker at the "Stiff" who decides to jump willingly into the lion's mouth.
Robert ignores them all, focusing instead on pushing himself up onto the ledge and bringing himself to stand directly over the pit. This is it, his first test. Feeling the nerves build up inside his stomach, Robert sharply inhales. The gaping hole seems to grow in his vision and he feels almost dizzy. Abnegation isn't made to put themselves at risk.
"Today, initiate," Graham barks, effectively startling Robert into the present so much so that he almost loses his footing. The initiate glances over his shoulder at the leader. "Let's go."
Sighing inwardly, Robert turns back towards the pit and begins his mental countdown. Five, four, three, two… one.
Robert steps off, immediately holding his breath as his body plunges into the space, falling rapidly into what feels like nothingness. But then… He bounces, hitting a net at the bottom that throws his body back into the air upon impact.
Bounce, bounce… bounce. Until he settles fully onto the mesh. Robert lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling as his chest heaves up and down. The exhilaration is overwhelming, literally breathtaking. And he can't help but let out a short laugh.
But it's then back to reality when suddenly the net jerks sideways and dips, rolling Robert sharply onto his side. A hand grabs his bicep and yanks him from the entrapment and onto his feet. And he lands onto the cement ground with a huff.
"Thanks," Robert murmurs, eyes immediately trained on the hand that still tightly grasps his forearm. It's long and slender, but with a surprisingly firm grip. He follows the line, focusing his gaze up and over a thin wrist, to the soft-looking olive toned skin of the forearm, up to the incredibly sculpted, strong muscles of the bicep, across the shoulder and collarbone, and to the striking features of her face. Her rouge, pursed, heart-shaped lips, are so luscious and full that he can't help but linger on them for a few seconds before continuing on over her delicate nose to her dark, expressive eyes. They are absolutely staggering: chocolate pools of mystery and wonder. They stare at him with such an intensity that Robert can hardly find himself able to breathe. This woman is stunning in every way.
"What's your name?" She asks, her voice rich and resounding. Deep and sensual, it's like music to his ears.
"Rob—" For some reason, Robert halts himself, not quite able to bring himself to repeat his name. That is, the name that he'd grown up with as the person he was, as a member of Abnegation.
"That a hard one?" The woman demands, raising a perfectly arched brow, "You can pick a new one if you want. But make it good. You don't get to pick again."
Robert swallows nodding slowly. "Okay," he sighs, "The name's Robin."
Seemingly satisfied, the woman smiles her first. And it's a beautiful smile, paired with the look in her eye that briefly elicits warmth and welcome.
"I'm Roni," she states with a firm nod. But suddenly, that bit of benevolence recedes back behind a stern exterior as she delivers the line that jolts Robin's heart, thus making his situation all too real. "Welcome to Dauntless."
