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sistertinysips · 3 months

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Y'all ever think that Ava MUST have felt some type of way about falling in love with a nun. After being victimized and abused by a nun for two thirds of her life??

I mean at some point she had to sit down and just stare into nothing pondering SO hard

#traumatized by a nun... falls in love with one #someone please take Ava to therapy #ava Silva #warrior nun #sister Beatrice #beatrice no last name #avatrice #myavatricetextposts.com

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 1 month

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Chapter 18: 1 Corinthians 9:24-27

The Trials are here!!! Beatrice works herself to her limits. She searches for God, and finds out she isn't alone.

It was a cold December morning. Christmas was only a few weeks away. Part of Beatrice wondered if they did the trials this time of year specifically for the weather. Growing up in London and then her time in Switzerland, Beatrice wasn’t a stranger to the cold. She didn’t mind it most days, but today? Today she minded.

Beatrice was tense. Despite the several extra deep breaths she'd given herself before joining the yelling cadre of sisters she hadn’t seen before in the hall, the tension had worked its way back into her frame. They hadn’t even started yet and she was actively fighting her body to keep reminding herself to loosen up.

She was trembling—unperceivable to an onlooker, but Beatrice could feel every little twitch. The cold seeping through her clothes was only making it worse.

No matter how much she told herself it was just like any other morning, nearly every other morning, Beatrice couldn’t relax as they lined up just outside the Cradle at the start of a dirt path worn down by every Sister Warrior to ever join the OCS. She already felt her heart pounding. She already was having to think about controlling her breathing.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sting of the cold air on her cheeks. She liked the runs. She did. She was good at them too. Getting worked up and tired now wasn’t going to do her any favors.

Beatrice opened her eyes to search for Gwen—to get the instructions for what they were about to do, but the Sister in charge of training them was nowhere to be found. Instead it was a different sister. A sister that, like the ones who had been yelling at them to wake up earlier, Beatrice didn’t recognize. She was small, short, but even in the black of early morning Beatrice could see how imposing she was. Her posture was firm, but not rigid in an uncomfortable way, just solid in a way that took up space and wasn’t at all sorry for it.

Beatrice stole a glance at her classmates next to her as they waited for the inevitable introduction. Several of her classmates were more wide eyed than normal and looked no less ready for this than Beatrice felt. Abigail was doing a better job of schooling her nerves than the rest of them but the tapping of her fingers against her thumb at her side gave her away. Jude was quietly encouraging the few sisters behind Beatrice and Abigail, something she always did when she was struggling—getting outside of herself.

The introduction never came. The Sister paced in front of them, back and forth. Scrutinizing them. The other Sisters that had been in the hall filled in along the sides of the path. “Today is not the day to pace yourselves. Push. Give it everything you have. Today you find out what you’re made of, and we find out who our sisters are. Three laps on the 5k loop. You have an hour and a half.”

Beatrice didn’t wait for permission. She didn’t have a feeling they were going to get it anyway. She pressed into the ball of her left foot stable beneath her and took off. Her feet dug into the path beneath them, the subtle sound of the rubber of her soles scratching against the dirt.

She tore down that path as fast as she could go. It was a 5 kilometer loop. She’d been running several of them in a row at the suggestion of Shannon and Sister Gwen. She could do this. She could run, even with the sprinting that had a burn settling into her legs and an ache in her lungs.

Abigail was beside her for the first loop before she fell back. Beatrice pushed and pushed. Keeping her legs churning, her stride long. Her chest opened as she went, and strangely enough Beatrice felt her heartbeat settle into the rhythm she’d come to expect from these runs.

As she kept running, Beatrice hadn’t started lapping her classmates yet but she had a feeling they were well behind her. She’d seen a few of them running together around a bend. The sight of the cluster of 5 prospective Sister Warriors sent ice down Beatrice’s spine. She almost sputtered to a stop, or, well, kicked it into the next gear to catch up with them so she wouldn’t be alone. Maybe this, her need to be first, her need to prove she was up for the task, how separate she was from her class sometimes, maybe that would be what caused her to fail.

The moment was short lived.

Because the sister who had been waiting for her in that hall—a tall slender woman with dark eyes, and freckles sitting across her tan skin—yelled at her to keep going.

So, she’d focused back on the path ahead of her and got back to running. Her pace. On her own until she was rounding the last corner. With the finishing in sight Beatrice shivered as she slowed her pace, the blast of icy in her face sent a bead of sweat trickling down the back of her neck as she crossed the unofficial finish line they typically used..

Hopeful that her performance on the run was satisfactory, Beatrice moved herself to the side to wait for the rest of her classmates to finish. It was usually when she and Lilith sat below one of the Jacaranda trees, stretched, and talked about whatever reading Beatrice had been assigned the day prior by Gwen or Mother Superion. Sometimes, Shannon would join them, meeting them with bottles of water or cups of tea depending on the weather. At Mary and Sister Agatha’s behest, she was taking her time getting back to the early running, following what Beatrice had learned was only the latest in a long list of head injuries.

She wasn’t running with Lilith this time. Her taller sister wasn’t at her side. The rhythm of her breathing wasn’t there to give Beatrice something to focus on other than the sound of her own. She wasn’t slowing to a stop with Beatrice, spurring her on with that last extra push as they sprinted to the stop. And there certainly wasn’t Shannon there waiting on the two of them.

“Sister Beatrice,” the nameless sister approached her as Beatrice paced, her hands falling to the top of her head as she tried to stretch her lungs a bit and calm her breathing. Beatrice’s arms fell immediately to her sides gripping the quarter zip she’d decided to start the day in at the hips. She grinned, a little sadistically if Beatrice had anything to say about it, as she watched Beatrice try to catch her breath. “Burpees. Go.”

Ah, sadistically was correct. Beatrice had the fleeting thought as she nodded, moving to the grass at the side of the path and began.

Her body collided with the ground as she dropped. The cold dew was a shock to her face and palms. She was already sweating but the extra moisture to her knees and chest was far from welcome. She popped up jumping as she did, arms stretched over her head enough she felt the slight pull of her obliques as she did.

Down. Then up again. Beatrice had gotten to fifty by the time Abigail was joining her at the side.

Beatrice usually tried to race whoever it was next to her, wanting to get slightly more done with each rep, however this time, she fell into a pace. Each girl that joined fell in as they finished. Beatrice lost count of how many times she’d counted to ten somewhere around 15. She didn’t see the point in counting any more. Not with the way the morning was going.

It was still pitch black as they worked. Moving to pushups next. The cadence given to them was slow enough to be painful. Slow enough that it was tempting to rest her chest on the grass at the bottom. Slow enough she felt the need to wiggle or reposition her hands at the top like a few of the other girls had started doing.

Anything to ease the burn settling into her shoulders. Or the fatigue creeping from her lower back and core through her legs as they were beginning to shake. Her hands were slipping in the wet grass. The balls of her feet too, and it seemed to only get worse the more she tried to wiggle to get more comfortable so Beatrice made the decision to suffer. To stay still and suffer the burn so she wasn’t fidgeting because – sisters don’t fidget, Beatrice.

It should have been a relief when they were switched to doing low crawls through the dew soaked grass. But the proper technique? It worked your core and was hell on your elbows and knees if you were made to do it long enough. Your hips lifted slightly off to move along the ground with considerably more efficiency than whatever fake ‘army crawl’ actors usually imitated on television.

It was something the older sisters called “animal PT” and Beatrice should have mentally prepared herself for it. She was never a big fan of it. The somewhat strange movements always left her aching, and teased a string of cramps through her legs depending on how she was walking or sitting afterward.

Up and down the field they went. And Beatrice had the good sense to be thankful it was in one of the few patches of grass they had surrounding the cradle. The rocky soil would have left them cut to hell, and caked in dirt—though the grass sticking to her neck and face wasn’t her favorite either. At least this way there was some cushion between their harder edges and the unforgiving mountain terrain.

Bear crawls were next. The reminders from the sisters running the trials to keep their butts down, engage their core, and move faster were constant. Beatrice had long turned her brain off and focused on the three feet in front of her. That ever-moving goalpost. It was all she could do. The sun wasn’t even up yet and already they had done almost a full day’s worth of training.

Then ‘frog jumps’, or, well, just broad jumps. At least for these their shoulders got a break. But they were fairly quickly shifted to burpee broad jumps. It felt more like diving at the ground and struggling to her feet more than anything actually athletic. A sister had come up next to Beatrice as she traveled back and forth. She seemed to be encouraging but it was only on the periphery of Beatrice’s awareness.

Beatrice focused on breathing. It seemed to work out to fall into a rhythm with the jumps, exhaling as her chest came to contract with the ground. She pushed herself forward one more jump at a time. Up. Then forward and down. As she went Beatrice wasn’t sure which was worse, going up or down the slight slope of the field.

She stumbled forward as she turned around again at the end of the field. Her hand ran over the top of her head, habitually smoothing the baby hairs that usually tickled her forehead away from her always so sensitive skin. There weren't any hairs there though, they were still pulled back tight in the braids Shannon had given her.

Brave. Be brave. Beatrice reminded herself as she felt the ridges of her hair, several more braids than she usually wore. With another deep breath she hurled herself forward and down again, and again. Each time she got back to her feet Beatrice was tempted to step up rather than use her core to both feet up even with her hands at the same time.

When Beatrice was mentally preparing herself for her least favorite of the ‘animals’—duck walks—Sister Gwen stepped to the side of the field beside the sister who had been working them, literally and physically into the ground.

“Bring it in girls!” She called her hands shifting from being tucked under her arms for warmth to buried deep in the hoody pocket at her waist. The sky was starting to fade to a lighter purple. Beatrice thought there might have been a little bit of pink starting to paint the wisps of clouds to the east, but she was also a little afraid that it was her imagination.

Beatrice wiped her face with the hem of her shirt, though it was wet with dew and sweat and didn’t do much but smear the grass over her face. The sisters organizing the trials passed out water bottles telling each of them to drink. Beatrice nodded as she took the one passed to her, though she made no move to so much as twist the lid open. Her lungs ached as she tried to control her breathing.

She was only somewhat certain the sister hovering at her side was saying something low to her as the rest of her classmates gathered in a familiar gaggle around Sister Gwen waiting for instructions.

Abigail winked at her, a habit that always had the tips of Beatrice’s ears heating up despite knowing it was nothing flirtatious, more meant to be an “inside” bit of encouragement between the two of them she would offer when Gwen was giving them some seemingly herculean task. Like she knew Beatrice would crush it.

Beatrice wished she shared Abigail's confidence in her.

Jude had been moving slower across the field but she was keeping pace with the larger pack of sisters in the middle. Now she was drinking water so quickly it was spilling over her chin and down her neck. “Slower.” Beatrice cautioned. “You’ll give yourself a stitch.”

To which Jude nodded and did her best to slow down as she sucked in breaths almost as greedily as she was trying to drink the water. “And you need to drink something.” She nudged Beatrice who smiled sheepishly. Beatrice twisted the lid off, her fingers stiff from the fatigue in her forearms and the icy conditions they had been in for the last couple of hours. She raised the bottle to her lips and merely wet them. She was sure she would throw the water right back up if she did anything more than that. It wasn’t much but it was enough to earn a nod of approval from Jude as she turned her attention back to where Gwen was.

“Welcome to the trials.” Gwen paused to smile briefly at them. Small puffs of fog made her words visible as she spoke. “You’ve met the first round of Cadre. I expect you to treat our Sisters from the Bamberg Chapter. Sister Lauren—” Gwen motioned to the small sister who seemed to be incharge— “and her team will be treated with the same respect you treat everyone here.” Beatrice couldn’t help but think that was such a needless caveat. Of course they would. Sister Warriors were sister warriors, and no one in Beatrice’s class would dare treat a sister with anything but the highest courtesy. They were all excellent people, and Sisters that Beatrice found herself aspiring to be like as she entered her vows and became a nun.

“Today will be an evaluation of everything you’ve learned over the past few months. It will carry you well past any limits you’ve set for yourself. Keep going. Lean on your training. Make me proud.” Beatrice caught Sister Gwen’s eye, as she seemed to be speaking directly to her. At least it felt that way. It wasn’t pressure Beatrice really felt her already pounding heart could handle. Not the thought of letting down Gwen, but Shannon too. And Lilith. And Mary. And Mother Superion.

“We’ve heard a lot of good things about your class.” Sister Lauren paused as she stepped next to Sister Gwen giving her a kind nod. Beatrice was only now noticing her somewhat thick German accent. “But, performance aside—you’re not anything if you can’t take care of your sisters. Buddy carries. Two loops. I don’t care how often you switch. You have one hour.”

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#warrior nun #sister beatrice #wn #save warrior nun #sister shannon #shannon masters #beatrice no last name #shotgun mary #sister lilith #fic: once a rookie

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ygsunflower · 1 year

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I need Warrior Nun back because I need to know Bea’s back story.

Like, SHE 👏🏼 CAN 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 BE 👏🏼 BEATRICE 👏🏼 NO 👏🏼 LAST 👏🏼 NAME 👏🏼

Also, this ⬇️

#SaveWarriorNun

#Beatrice no last name #no I wont accept that #sister beatrice #kristina tonteri young #warrior nun #save warrior nun

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imnotevencatholic · 8 months

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Bea went to a Catholic boarding school she has no idea where the clit is

#its been rattling in my head for MONTHS. listen i know we think shes hot. but she has no idea #warrior nun #sister beatrice #beatrice no last name

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cursedextrovert · 1 year

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Headcanon

Ava calls Beatrice “cuddle-English-muffin” and Beatrice absolutely despises it(or so she claimed)

#avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun #beatrice no last name

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borinhoran · 1 year

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the first six minutes of warrior nun season 2 are just watching ava and beatrice and wondering why they aren’t kissing yet

#i mean seriously #i’m rewatching for the like 10ths time and damn #ava wants to kiss her so badly and beatrice is too nervous to do so but like #JUST DO IT #warrior nun #ava silva #beatrice no last name

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sistertinysips · 3 months

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The chances of this post reaching anyone else interested in this are slim to nun but...

I know that Ava does get into videogames big time and eventually makes her way to discovering Blasphemous and are you kidding?... it is the best thing that's happened to her, because it hits such sweet, obscure unthinkable spot that only "culturally catholic" bisexual Jesus 2.0/ redeemer of the world Ava Silva could have. She's obsessed with it and plays it non stop until Bea walks into the situation because the alarming amount of swearing happening in their household is just worrying. And she is just beyond baffled by the game's themes and despite her reluctance to engage cannot look away from it's artistry it's making her head hurt spotting all the art history and actual history of Spanish catholicism's visual references. Lilith is horrified and about to faint and call the pope to tell on them. Cam thinks it's cool but can't watch Ava's playthroughs because it's the stuff of nightmares. Ava will later ask Bea to take her on a trip to Seville to look out for all things related to the game they can find and even gets the church to pay for it, under the guise of being interested in church history. Bea appreciates getting to share with her so much about her faith in depth without it being tainted by Frances' abuse that led to Ava's disdain for Christianity in general. This is, while incredibly odd, something only for the two of them

#ava silva #sister Beatrice #Beatrice no last name #warrior nun #I'm convinced this is SUCH a specific ass head canon/overlap of interests that it can live only in my head #I don't expect there to be an audience interested in Catholicism and it's history and horror/gore and warrior nun #I could take it a horrific step further and imagine a crossover between the blasphemous universe and warrior nun's #that would truly be the stuff of nightmares #avatrice

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moreorlez · 10 months

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The Second Coming

Ava returns 3 years later to a still very much in love Beatrice, but there’s a little detail they have to work out first. *Avatrice-centric. Canon divergent. Mini love triangle. Avatrice endgame. Smut.

Chapter 6: Hebrews 10: 24 Ava and Beatrice continue to be cute in love dorks. Things are going well for them... too well. Will they dare to take the next step?

Moreorlez.

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 11 months

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The Problem Of Pain (master list)

For those of you who have been following along, here is a list of the fics in The Problem of Pain Series. (I will update with Links as they are posted.)

PART 1: Holy War

On a mission to help end the Holy War, Beatrice sustains life-threatening injuries and has to fight to survive, while Lilith, Camila, and Ava attempt to secure crucial artifacts for the fight to come. Mother Superion makes her way to them, but will it be enough?

PART 2: Once A Rookie

Beatrice shows up at the gates of Cat's Cradle young and a little afraid of what's to come. She's spent her last several years trying to make up for a horrible misunderstanding that got her sent away from the home her parents had built - Outcast from their legacy to maybe find salvation in serving the church. A highly competent team of 2 nuns and a shotgun adopt her as their rookie and teach her everything she knows.

incredible art by @princington

PART 3: (title tbd)

Follows Beatrice through S1, and S2. It’s mostly going to be little snippets of Off screen moments setting up for Holy War and putting Ava and Beatrice together.

PART 4: Beatrice Alone

Beatrice finds herself sitting at the edge of the arc at the end of season 2. Beatrice copes with losing Ava (or at least tries), finds Lilith, and picks up everyone’s favorite man (Brother Kiva).

Part 5: Guess Who’s Back

You guessed it! The reunion we were all waiting for had the team back together and tossed headfirst into the fight for the world. Ava adjusts to being back. Beatrice confronts her past. Camila has some troubles at Notre Dame. Lilith is Lilith.

Moments and Missions Leading into Holy War

Part 6: Battels

Beatrice is finally pulled from the coma induced at the end of Holy War and, with the help of her sisters, learns to cope with a difficult recovery as she tries to get back into the fight. The rest of the team and the OCS are there as much as they can while trying not to let the fate of the world slip away. They are all doing their best, but a lifetime of fighting takes a toll, so many tolls on the body, the mind, and the spirit, and some are easier paid than others

Part 7: Iron in Bloom

Shannon Masters has grown up around New York's finest, and following in her Father Sean's footsteps was the only thing that mattered. But when everything goes to shit, Shannon finds herself reeling.

Enter: The Order of the Cruciform Sword

Shannon's original story for The Problem of Pain AU series, and how she came to be in Once A Rookie.

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hypertic · 3 months

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“Wait!” Beatrice hands reaches out to grab her arm, but hesitates halfway. Ava turns around, frowning, a flash of fear crossing her eyes before softening at the sight of Beatrice’s fidgeting.

“Yes?”

“I- I’m sorry.” Ava’s eyes widen in surprise, but Beatrice doesn’t catch it, eyes solely focused on her feet.

It was strange, but quite endearing, to see the most powerful queen of the continent fidgeting with the too long sleeve of her sleeping shirt. The candle light hits her features just right, looking younger than ever before in a room that feels to grand and too big for her.

Beatrice takes a deep breath, pushing down the fluttering in her chest and finally looking up to meet the woman’s eyes.

“I know you find the marriage oath to be quite loathsome.” She deadpans, and Ava feels her stomach sink.

She’s not sure how Beatrice got that information, but she’s shouldn’t be surprised. It’s her castle after all, and walls have ears. Ava’s head begins to spin with all the possible scenarios that could follow, but none of them have time to fully form before her wife moves.

Beatrice takes a small step forward, staring at her solemnly before sinking down to her knees, head lowered and hands clasped loosely at her front.

“Your Highness-“ Beatrice looks up, head slightly tilted forward, eyes soft and shining earnestly. It’s enough to make Ava freeze, words halfway out her mouth.

“I, Beatrice Xin, swear my loyalty and obedience to you, Ava Silva. I vow to always put your needs before my own, to remain faithful and honest; protect and care for you until death do us apart.” She recites, and Ava can just stare in awe.

Though the first part is, word for word, what Ava herself had been taught to recite, everything else wasn’t. Everything else was Beatrice, her promise, her vow.

Ava feels like crying, because she has the most powerful woman in the world on her knees, vowing to protect her, to obey her.

She can’t believe it, she doesn’t want to, for she’s been let down too often, hurt too hard and barely acknowledged for most of her life. Still, she can’t help the wave of relief that washes over her, because maybe, finally, she’s safe.

#inspired by that one clexa scene that changed generations #Obviously #you can pry cursive from my cold dead hands #don’t ask me about context #What context #avatrice #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #I dont know who decided her last name is Xin #But it is !#someone write them for me pretty please #writing #wlw #avatrice au #the 100

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