Hellooooo readers! Here's the second chapter of I'll Find You. Sorry for the late update – I'm not very satisfied with this chapter and even after a lot of editing, I'm still not happy with it, but I don't want to rewrite it. I'd also like to address one thing: my updates won't be very frequent. I'll try to update every 3 to 4 days, but I have a verrryyyy busy life. Also, these few weeks are compiled with tests and projects for me, so don't expect daily updates! So, here's the chapter! It's a Divergent AU (yes I'll be doing Aus from books, I love reading after all). If you haven't read or watched Divergent, basically people in the city are divided into 5 factions – Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the kind), Candor (the honest, and Erudite, (the intelligent). That's all you need to know, and enjoy the story!

AU: Divergent

Pairing: Adrienette

Summary: Adrien is forced to choose between the life his father wants, and the life he wants. And he must have made the right choice in the end, because that girl with those blue eyes… He had never seen anything prettier in his life.


"You're Divergent."

Adrien choked.

"What?!"

"You're Divergent," repeated his test-taker, a short man with graying hair and wise amber eyes, "It means that you are able to belong in more than one faction."

"I know what it means." Adrien's head was spinning uncontrollably. Were the lights supposed to be this bright, "How can I be… Divergent?"

The old man's gaze held sympathy. "Your test results are Erudite, Dauntless and Amity. A rather peculiar combination, but this is what I got from your results."

"I-I…" Adrien breathed out, "Please tell me that this is a mistake. A joke. Did Felix pay you to do this?"

The man sighed. "I'm afraid not. I'm sorry, young man." Amber eyes stared into his. "Now, I'd suggest not telling your results to your family… no one, especially since you belong to such high-class." He placed a gentle hand on Adrien's shoulder, "You are a good person. I trust that you will make the right choice. Fear not, son. Everything will work out in the end."

With a smile, the old man ushered Adrien from the room and closed the door behind him. Adrien leaned against the cold wall, closing his eyes, calming his breathing.

After several moments, he opened his eyes, summoning his calm façade as he walked back out. Perhaps he was Divergent. If anyone knew, he would be shunned and shamed.

But no one had to know.


Adrien was suffocating.

His father, his father's secretary and his brother were all staring at him, arms crossed and gazes expectant. It was the morning of his Choosing Day, and as expected, his father was giving him a serious talk.

"As you know, Adrien," his father started, his stance tall and imposing (as always), his piercing eyes boring right into Adrien's, "our family, our business, is very important, whether it be in this faction or in this city. The Agreste name is extremely well known, and it would do well for it to be tarnished. To leave would mean to live in shame for the rest of your life. Not that you would ever leave, would you?"

Adrien swallowed, finding himself cowering from Gabriel Agreste's sharp gaze. "O-of course not, Father." He half-lied through his teeth, forcing his body into a compliant posture.

"Very well. Then I'll expect you to make the right choice," his father gave him a forced, tight-lipped smile before turning away. "Nathalie, come with me. We have business to attend to."

Nathalie nodded before following her employer out of the room, leaving Adrien alone with Felix. Felix studied Adrien for a moment before standing up and gripping Adrien's shoulder. "Don't make the wrong choice, Adrien." Adrien started slightly. He didn't expect Felix to address him with such a tone - it was clear that Felix's idea of the 'right choice' was different from Gabriel's. Adrien looked up and was surprised to see a slight flicker of emotion in the older boy's normally cold eyes.

"I will." Adrien promised, both to himself and Felix. Felix nodded, releasing Adrien's shoulder and walking out the door, closing it behind him.

Adrien stared at his door for several seconds before turning away, making his way to the window, and gazed out at the city.

"I'll make the right choice." He mumbled, trying to settle his conflicted mind.

Bu what was the right choice? Was it the right right one, the one he would be expected to make, the one that would allow him to have the perfect (and predictable) future?

Or was it the one that he really wanted, the one that felt truly right, the one that would likely hold a future where he could do what he wanted to do, be what he wanted to be?

He plopped down on his bed, his thoughts battling in his head. He wanted his father's approval – hell, he'd wanted his father's approval all his life. Choosing Erudite would surely make his father fully approve of him. But at the same time, he also wanted to follow his heart. He didn't know where his heart was going, where his heart would go, but it sure as hell wasn't Erudite, with everyone in blue formal attire and professional appearances and rigid stances.

Before Adrien could even make up his mind, Nathalie strode into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "It's time to go," she said stiffly, "Come."


Adrien's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts incoherent. The rational part of his mind urged him to choose Erudite, because it was the safest choice and he would get his father's approval and he would be safe and everything would be stable and certain and sure. But the other part of his mind, the part where he often had thoughts of rebellion against his father, urged him to choose what he wanted, not what everyone else wanted and expected him to choose because how else was he going to have the freedom he had been longing for since birth and how else would he be able to enjoy himself?

After what seemed like an extremely long ride, the limo finally stopped and the Gorilla, his driver opened the door for him. He followed his father into the crowd, the sea of people parting to let the Agreste family through. Gabriel nodded at Adrien before Adrien was escorted into rows and rows of other blue clothed people his age… and unfortunately, next to his childhood 'friend', Chloe Bourgeois.

After what seemed like an eternity to Adrien, with Chloe chattering excitedly in his poor ears, the room finally settled and Andre Bourgeois stepped onto the podium in front of the 5 bowls. Much to Adrien's relief, Chloe immediately sat straighter at the sight of her father, her expression smug, and went silent. Andre started a long, drawn-out speech, but Adrien wasn't paying attention – couldn't pay attention. His gaze wandered over the factions – the Abnegation, in gray with their heads bowed; Amity, in reds and yellows and smiles on their faces; the Candor, in white and black and their gazes curious; the Dauntless, in black and their bodies shifting restlessly; and of course, his own faction, the Erudite, in blue and sitting with rigid, straight postures.

He couldn't choose Abnegation. He wouldn't fit in, not even a bit. Adrien dared to admit that he could be selfless, but even so, he knew that a dull, serving life at Abnegation wasn't for him. He ruled out Candor as well – he disliked people who ran their mouths, and Adrien had been raised to speak only when he had everything thought through. Amity was an option – it was among his results, after all, but he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life being way too positive and looking only at the bright side of things (Adrien was a rather pessimistic person half of the time). That left Dauntless, and honestly, he wasn't very much against the idea of joining that faction. Dauntless would provide him adventures, opportunities for him to be free and do all he wanted.

Which left him two choices – Erudite, the safe choice, and Dauntless.

"Chloe Bourgeois." Andre said (more like boomed loudly and proudly), a smug smile on his face. Chloe strode to the podium confidently, shoulders back and posture professional, before taking the knife from the father. Adrien saw her wrinkle her nose slightly in disgust before she sliced the knife across her palm and without hesitation, held her hand over the bowl of water, letting her blood drip into it, and his faction burst into applause. Chloe, still smiling smugly, walked back to the faction and gave Adrien a curt nod, seemingly sure that he would choose the same as she did. But would he? Would he be able to choose the stable option like everyone expected of him, or would he allow himself to follow his heart? Sometimes, Adrien wished that he had some of Chloe's confidence in herself and her choices. She was always so sure of herself and what she wanted, but Adrien couldn't even make up his mind on which faction he wanted.

"Adrien Agreste." Adrien swallowed. This was it. This was the moment he had been dreading for the past two days. Reeling back his nerves and arranging his features into an impassive expression, he walked (hopefully) confidently to the podium, channeling all of his Agreste poise, trying to conceal his inner turmoil.

He walked to the five bowls and took the knife from Andre. His heart was hammering so furiously against his chest that he left like it would burst. Hesistantly, slowly, he dragged the knife across his palm. There was a sting of pain, but Adrien ignored it, his vision tunneling to the two bowls in the centre – the Erudite and Dauntless bowls.

One choice can transform you.

He curled his hand into a fist A drop of blood fell from his hand onto the space between the two bowls. He clenched his fist tighter.

One choice can destroy you.

He had to make the right choice. The choice would define his life from then on.

One choice will define you.

Lifting his head slightly, he could see his father among the sea of blue. His father's eyes were no longer blank or impassive. They were swirling, like a storm. Adrien could tell that his father didn't expect for Adrien to even hesitate in his choice.

Slowly, Adrien raised his fist and held it between the clear water and the sizzling coals. He squeezed his eye shut.

He was the perfect child. He would make his father proud. His trembling hand moved towards the bowl of clear water, a drop of blood threatening to drop from it.

No. He couldn't do this. He couldn't spend the rest of his life suffocating and doing what his father wanted him to do.

He wanted to be free.

One choice will define you.

Just as the drop of blood was about to fall, Adrien made his decision. He jerked his arm to the bowl of coals, and allowed his blood to drip onto them, sizzling.

He'd made his choice.

He raised his head slowly, ignoring the shocked silence from that crowd that the perfect child of the Agreste family had chosen Dauntless, had chosen to leave his faction. Andre Bourgeois' mouth had fallen open, and he didn't react when Adrien returned the knife to him.

He took a shaky step towards where the Dauntless were sitting, and that seemed to snap everyone out of their stupor. Cheers arose from the Dauntless while cries of indignation sounded from the Erudite. Adrien lifted his eyes across the room to meet his father's. His father had a furious expression on his face, bordering on murderous, and his knuckles were white, fists clenched tightly. Adrien moved his eyes to Felix, who was sitting next to Gabriel.

To his surprise, Felix had a faint smile on his lips as he looked at Adrien, and was that pride in his eyes?

Still staring at his family, he didn't realise that he had nearly reached the Dauntless. Adrien shook himself and stood behind a bunch of Dauntless initiates and a few other transfers.

As he stood, he kept his eyes trained at his feet, and realized that his heart was tight. You made the right decision, he chided himself, but he couldn't stop the tightness. He wouldn't miss his home, he was sure – it wasn't even a home, with its bright white lights and high ceilings and cold floor, but he would miss the rare smiles he got from his father, and the rare talks he would have with Felix. He loosed a breath. He'd made his choice, and now he was going to live with it.

He snuck a peek at the person next to him, also a transfer. With a jolt of surprise, he realized that she was from Amity, her red dress as out of place among the Dauntless as his blue suit was. It was surprising – Amity and Dauntless were complete opposites, and those from Amity rarely transferred to Dauntless, and vice versa. She was shorter than he was, her black hair pulled into twin pigtails, held back by ribbons. She was shifting from foot to foot, and Adrien could see that her sapphire eyes were peering over at her former faction, seemingly searching for something – her family, he guessed. After several minutes, she slumped, her eyes cast down at her feet. He took that as an opportunity to talk to her.

"Hey." He said awkwardly. The girl turned her head towards him, and he was struck by just how damn blue her eyes were.

"Hey." She replied, her voice soft.

Adrien tried again, "So, you're from Amity, huh?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, I can see why you're surprised. But I'm even more surprised to see the Adrien Agreste transferring from Erudite to Dauntless." She said, raising an eyebrow and eyeing his blue suit up and down.

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Well, about that… Let's just say I wanted some freedom."

She gave him a small smile, "I can see why." There was a pause. "I'm Marinette." She held out a hand for him to shake.

"That's a pretty name, Princess," he said, feeling a smirk grace his lips, when he realized what he had just said. Where had his manners gone? He flushed, mortified, only to see that Marinette was slightly pink as well. He swallowed, "I'm Adrien, but you already know that." A smile quirking his lips, he extended his hand and shook hers. "Pleasure to meet you."

"And you as well." Just then, everyone started moving, and Adrien realised that the ceremony was over. He was swept right along with them, Marinette right behind him.

"What's going on?" he heard her ask, and he realized that he was still gripping her hand from the handshake. He flushed again, but pulled her so she was beside him. He decided not to let go of her hand.

"I have no idea," he replied, hurrying along with the rest of the Dauntless, "Guess we'll just go with the flow."

Suddenly, the Dauntless started running, letting out whoops and yells. Locking eyes, with Marinette, he started running as well.

So this was what freedom felt like.

The Dauntless continued running for a couple of minutes, reaching a train. Adrien realised what they were going to do once he saw the train moving towards them at a high speed.

Marinette seemed to come to the same realization. Eyes widening, she turned towards him, her voice coming out a squeak, "Are we seriously going to jump on the train?"

Adrien was surprised to see that she wasn't out of breath like he'd expected. Maybe the Amity spent a lot of time running through the meadows? "It seems so," he replied, eyeing the train and the Dauntless warily.

The train approached, way faster than he'd expected. Within seconds, it had already reached where they were, and with whoops and yells, the Dauntless leaped onto the train, fearless.

Marinette gulped. "But how… This is impossible." She eyed the train worriedly.

"We have to, Marinette. The train's nearly at its end. We have to jump or we'll become factionless." He told her frantically. When she didn't respond, he tightened his grip on her hand (the hand that Adrien hadn't realized that he had been holding all along), and started running to the train, pushing down his fear. After a moment, he felt Marinette's resistance disappear and felt her running beside him.

The train was right in front of him now. Adrien steeled his nerves – and leapt, pulling Marinette with him. They landed on the train floor together, hard, but Adrien didn't feel the pain. He'd succeeded, and had passed the first test that Dauntless had thrown at him.

"That was… intense." Marinette gasped out, her breathing coming in pants. Adrien couldn't blame her – his heart was running a marathon, hammering so hard in his chest he was afraid it would fall out. The jump was terrifying, but it was exhilarating at the same time.

Honestly? He couldn't wait to do it again.

"It sure was." He leaned against the train wall, staring out of the window as the city flew by.

Other faction transfers flew into the train car, some successful, some not so much, as they struggled to get onto the train. Adrien paid them no heed.

After a moment, he felt Marinette sit down beside him. He tore his gaze from the window and glanced at her. She was nervous, he could tell. She looked up and met his gaze.

"Crazy, isn't it?" she commented.

"Yeah," he murmured, realizing just then that her eyes were oh so blue and god he was getting lost in them. "Totally insane."

They sat in a somehow comfortable silence for several minutes when he felt the train slow.

"What's going on?" Marinette wondered. She stood up and stumbled when the air from the open doors hit her.

"Careful!" Adrien scrambled over to her to steady her. He peered out.

"They're jumping," he told Marinette.

She nodded grimly. "Yeah, I saw." She hesitated, "Do we…?"

"We jump." Adrien stated firmly. "Together?"

"Together," she replied with no hesitation.

Her hands gripped his, "One."

"Two" Adrien breathed out, feeling his heart pick up its pace again.

"Three!" And then they jumped. Adrien braced himself, bending his limbs and turning his body to reduce the impact, but he had to let go of Marinette's hand due to the momentum.

He stood up, brushing himself off, before walking to Marinette and extending his hand. "Falling for me already, Princess?"

Once again, he was appalled at what had just come out of his mouth. Had he just flirted? Had he just said that without thinking?

Immediately, he discarded those thoughts. He wasn't Erudite anymore, he reminded himself. He didn't need to watch everything he said. He could say what he wanted. He could be himself.

Marinette flushed pink, but she rolled her eyes and accepted his hand. He yanked her to her feet. "In your dreams, Agreste," she scoffed good-naturedly, "Aren't you supposed to be all prim and proper?"

He leaned in close, her bright beautiful blue eyes (ooh alliteration) boring into his, and murmured, "Perhaps, but not anymore." He leaned back. "I'm Dauntless now."

"Gather around!" shouted a woman from the other side of the roof, her hands cupped around her mouth. She was only a bit older than Adrien, with long dark hair and dyed purple bangs. "All of you here have passed the first tests to officially get into Dauntless. Here's the last test. Jump off this roof," she gestured behind her, "and you're officially one of us."

A murmur spread through the crowd of initiates, and Adrien felt his stomach clench.

"Seriously?" Marinette hissed in his ear, "How are we going to survive that? Is tthere like, water at the bottom?"

Adrien could only shrug, his eyes fixed on the edge of the roof.

"Anyone have the guts to jump?" asked the girl challengingly. "Not even one of you?"

The crowd of initiates shifted nervously. Adrien bit his lip.

Unexpectedly, Marinette straightened her shoulders and walked towards the edge. Adrien watched with wide eyes as his new friend stood at the ledge.

The girl placed a hand on Marinette's shoulder. "Our first jumper!" she yelled. And then, softer, "You can do it, girl."

There were snickers and catcalls from around Adrien, and Adrien desperately wanted to smack the people who had the gall to make fun of Marinette. Adrien looked at her. Her face was set in determination and her mouth set in a hard line.

Then she jumped.

Adrien couldn't stop the gasp coming from his mouth.

"Alright!" the girl yelled with a grin. "Our first initiate has jumped. Who's next?"

Adrien pushed forward, squaring his shoulders. Again, there were catcalls, but he ignored them. He stepped onto the edge.

He steeled his nerves, and jumped.

He landed on a net. Of course. Adrien laid there for a moment, before getting up and attempting to scramble towards the edge. Hands gripped his arms and he was hauled to the ground next to Marinette, who gave him a huge beaming smile which lit up the dark space.

A hand clapped his back. He turned to meet the eyes of tall young woman not much older than he was. She gave him a nod, and said, "Welcome to Dauntless."

Adrien met Marinette's eyes. Her blue eyes were filled with exhilaration and excitement from jumping off the roof, and her hair was windblown. Her eyes were so blue, and he got so lost in them he could forget everything, forget that he had left his family behind forget that he was Divergent... and Adrien realized that she was pretty. Very pretty. His mouth went dry.

To be very honest, he had never seen anything prettier in his life.

Her blue eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but smile and wrap his arms around her in a joyful embrace.

He found that his heart had lost its tightness, and instead, it was filled with warmth and happiness, and belonging.

"We made it," he whispered.

"We're Dauntless."


Aaaand again with the stupid ending! How was the Adrienette? Hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter! I wouldn't mind writing a sequel to this, tbh... but maybe later xD. Next one will probably be a fantasy AU, like vampires or faeries or werewolves or something. I dunno. You guys can give me suggestions and leave some reviews *wink wink*. See you guys next time!

~stephanie