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5 times with Willy Nylander.

Five first times with Willy.

Warning: light smut in one part. +18. The title is quite obvious so...

When he first met you.

A brown ball of fluff passed you running really fast, leaving you a bit confused. But then it stopped and turned around. The dog came running back and jumped on your legs.

"Hey, buddy. Who are you?"

"Grab him!"

You turned around to see a guy running in your direction. He was quite far and had a dog. So you understood this onewas his and was on the run. So you grabbed it's loose leash.

"Are you running from your dad?" You said giggling.

"Oh wow. I thought I'd never catch him"

The guy arrived next to you and gave himself a second to catch a breath. Then he looked up at you and...

"I know you" It slipped past your lips and made his eyes grow wide. "Fuck. Sorry. So rude"

"No, no. Don't worry. You caught Pablo so... Thank you" He smiled big.

You had trapped William Nylander's dog and fucked up its runaway plans.

"Yeah. No problem"

William smiled sweetly at you and looked down at the dog. "Don't you dare to do that again, ever."

You chuckled.

"He wanted to say hi"

"To the squirrels, yeah"

"They seem sweet" You said petting both dogs at the same time.

"They are. Pablo and Bansky, say hi to..."

"YN"

"Wil-" She knows, idiot. "You know me"

You laughed and blushed. "Yeah. I'm a fan. Nice to meet you, William. And you two guys"

"Same, YN." He scratched the back of his head. "And thank you very much. I thought he wouldn't stop ever. I'm really sore and..."

"The game? It was awesome. You guys played amazing yesterday"

He knew he already had heart eyes by then. "Thank you. It was a good game"

"An amazing goal too"

That made him blush and look down at the dogs. Why was he so nervous? You were a fan. He had met thousands. What was different? Apart that the fact that you were beautiful and... You've met many many beautiful fans Willy. Yeah, but you were holding Pablo's leash and it looked good in your hand and... Fucking shit, that's weird Willy.

"Are you okay?" You softly asked with a smile. He was spiralling and you could see his mind working fast.

"Y-Yeah. I am" He nodded quickly. "I am fine. Okay. Just tired."

"Oh" He was actually really cute.

Ask her. Ask her. Ask her. Don't be stupid. Ask her.

"YN"

"William"

"Willy. Call me Willy"

You smiled and nodded. William Nylander wanted you to call him Willy. Cool.

"Can I have your number, YN?"

Heat crept to your cheeks. Could he? Duh. He was fucking William Nylander from the Leafs.

"Yes. Of course you can"

Willy kept himself from jumping around. But smiled happily.

You wrote your number on his phone and gave it back to him.

"I'll text you" He said

"I'll be waiting" Your heart was beating fast.

"I actually have to go. But I would love to meet you again... Whenever you can"

"That's amazing. We'll talk, yeah?"

"Yeah. See you, YN" He smiled at you one last time and then turned around and started walking on the opposite direction.

You lifted your eyebrows and looked at him in awe. This wasn't happening. It must be some kind of joke.

You looked down and Pablo looked up. He moved his head to the side as if he was trying to tell you something. It made you chuckle.

"Willy!"

He was so immersed in his thoughts that you had to call again. He hadn't even noticed Banksy pulling its leash.

"Willy!"

When he turned around, his face turned red like a tomato.

"You forget something" You were walking toward him and Pablo was hurrying.

"Oh fuck"

When you went to your first game.

"Is she here?" Mitch asked.

By then, everyone in the team knew about you. Willy was so in love. Literally in love. He didn't deny it. You had been going out, texting nonstop, sharing stuff, having walks for months already. It had been so natural that the friendship didn't bother him at all. He adored you and he adored being your friend. He wanted more, yes. But he wasn't in a hurry. He was enjoying the whole process, getting to know you and bonding.

"She is"

Mitch squeaked in happiness. "Oh man. We are winning this tonight. You can't embarrass yourself"

He did. Right after scoring, Willy ran over someone and fell in the most ridiculous way. Other time, he wouldn't have care. But this time he knew you were there watching and he wanted the ice to open and swallow him.

"Oh my fucking god" He groaned when Michael hugged him.

"Well done buddy."

They would have a good laugh with this.

To be fair, you thought it was cute. Your friend laughed at you and asked if that was your boy, only making you look away and your cheeks warm.

After the game, you received a text. Because yes, although they had won and wanted to celebrate, Willy had run to text you. Don't leave yet. I want to see you.

It was a strange feeling when someone from security came to pick you up and guided you through the corridors.

"Hey" Willy had the biggest smile when he saw you there. The blue looked so fucking good in you. "You look good"

With a big smile, you turned around and showed him...

"Oh wow" He muttered. So... This is what they talk about. He was feeling so many things. His number looked perfect on you. "I was expecting you with a Tavares jersey"

You chuckled and pulled him in a hug. "You are my favourite, Willy" You whispered in his ear.

He thought he would fall apart right there. "I literally fell again while celebrating"

You laughed and pulled back, pinching his red cheeks.

"That was the cutest shit I've seen"

He laughed. "I can't be cute, I'm a hockey player. I need to be tough.

"Too late, Nylander"

He pulled you closer and for a second you thought he would kiss you. You wanted, of course, you wanted. But there were so many people around, you didn't want your first kiss with him like this. His lips landed on your cheek, though. You let a sigh out and closed your eyes for a second.

"Thank you for coming today" He said sincerely.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "I will be there whenever you want me to"

"He already has a pass for you!" Someone shouted from the end of the corridor.

You both looked. "That's Mitch Marner" You were talking in whispers, fully aware now of the group of men kids eavesdropping.

"He is. And he is excited about meeting you"

"And why is that?"

"Someone told them about you," Willy said with a playful grin on his lips and a delicate hand sliding around your waist.

"Oh, wow. And who could that be?"

"Pablo"

You laughed hard and Willy thought again of kissing you.

"Do you want to meet my friends?"

"As a fan or as your friend?"

"As my special friend" With that statement, Willy laid his intentions on the table and waited for your response.

Your face couldn't show more happiness. You adored the blonde. Willy had come out of nowhere in your life and turned it upside down and you wanted nothing more than to get closer to him. As close as possible.

"I'd love to"

When you first kissed.

Willy had called you with urgency in his voice. He was desperate and had called various people already, his closest, but none could help him.

"Hey, honey" You said with a calming voice. "What's wrong?"

"Bansky ate something in the park. We have been at the vet's and they said it would be alright but..."

You covered your mouth.

"The game"

"Yeah, I have to leave in less than an hour and I can't leave them here alone. There must be someone keeping an eye on them"

"I'll go" The sigh that left his body was enough to leave him breathless.

"Thank you" He sounded so relieved. "I promise they are both fine, it's just in case."

He called you an uber and soon you were at his house. IT wasn't the first time you were in there, but it would be the first time you were alone. He is your friend. It's fine. IT had been weeks since the game and after the 'special' friend statement but nothing else had happened.

William engulfed you in a big hug once you had left your things in the chair. "You wouldn't believe how thankful I am"

You kissed his cheek and fixed his hair. "Willy, it's fine. You don't need to thank me. I'm more than happy to spend the night here with the boys. We will watch the game and cheer a lot"

His heart went mad.

"I'll send you dinner" He said making you laugh.

"You are cute. But it's alright. Chips, please"

He nodded quickly and kissed your forehead. "Just... call if something happens. Alex's number is on the fridge just in case. He was busy but..."

"Willy, we will be fine. Go or you'll be late"

He kissed your cheek this time and sprinted out.

At first, you felt shy. You were alone, yes. But that was the problem. This was Willy's home. You sat for long in the sofa, waiting for the game to start. Pablo and Bansky were by your side. Then, on one quick run to the toilet, you found a door half-open. You knew you shouldn't, but you found yourself pushing it.

It was messy and it made you chuckle and shake your head. Willy was the master of doing stuff at the last minute. That and the whole thing with Bansky... You could imagine him running around and just throwing stuff out of the wardrobes trying to find the perfect outfit. It made you smile. But something caught your eye. A blue hoodie was discharged in the middle of the bed, still with marks from being folded in the wardrobe. You stuttered before grabbing it. Pulling it close to your nose, you noticed the faint smell of him, of his clothes. "Do you think he'll be angry, Pablo?"

The dog shook his head as if he was answering you. "No? I'll leave it here before he comes. Won't bother much"

You put the hoodie on, getting a warm feeling in your belly. You were his special friend. You talked every day, you said good morning and good night, and he had even started sending you embarrassing reaction selfies and photos of this you may like. It was getting serious, right? Wearing his hoodie while watching his game as you took care of his dogs at his house... Fuck.

You ran back to the sofa and tried to not give much more attention to the topic. It was okay. Everything was fine. It wasn't as if you were head over heels for him. Tss.

Willy opened the door expecting his dogs to come to say hi. But he was only welcomed by the faint sound of the TV.

Lost. They had lost and he was tired as hell. But the moment he stepped out of the ice, he remembered you were at home waiting for him.

He took his shoes off and discharged the bag in the hall, then walked to the living room and his heart stopped. His blanket, his hoodie, his dog, his favourite pillow... You were sleeping at his, lips half open and soft snores filling the room. The TV was low and they were replaying parts of the game. Banksy was sleeping cuddled to you and Pablo had taken the place at your feet. They were carefully covered and his heart warmed at the thought of you making sure they were warm before falling asleep. The night was ending much better than he thought, the only problem was that now he didn't know what to do.

He walked slowly and Pablo woke up. "Tight sleep buddy?" The dog said hi while Banksy woke up. He also said hi and moved a bit when Willy sat on the edge of the big sofa. You stirred in your sleep and brushed your eyes.

"That's so cute" Willy whispered mostly to himself.

Your eyes shot open and you sat straight against the corner of the sofa. "Willy. I fell asleep. Wow. It's so late" You said without even checking the time.

He smiled softly. There was something overcoming him. The was something telling him to pull you closer, to make you his, to finally ask the question. But you pouted and he forgot for a second.

"I'm sorry for the game. You guys did such a great job"

He shrugged. "It's fine, more will come"

You reached to slowly caress his hand, stroking your finger over his cheekbone. He looked exhausted. "I'll get going. You are tired and so are the guys."

You tried to move, but his hand on your leg stopped you. "W-wait a second" He decided to start a stupid conversation so he would have you longer in there. "Everything was fine, right? No problems"

"Nop, they both ate their dinner and Banksy had the medicine" You said with a cute smile.

Fuck it. He thought. Then, he cupped your cheeks, both hands firmly grabbing both sides of your face and his fingers curling around your ears and your hair. You panted softly and your eyes fell on his lips, enough for him to know that it was alright.

The kiss was soft, his lips carefully moved with yours and his tongue made a delicate job to part them. It was nice and slow, you had given yourself the privilege to run your hands over his hair, still a bit wet from the shower. Willy was great at kissing, or maybe it was just you that had been desperate to feel it. But when you both pull back, it was as if time hadn't passed. You bushed your nose with his and pecked his lips softly. The grin that appeared on them showed nothing but pure happiness.

"Don't go, please"

You felt your heart hammering hard in your chest.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"After a shitty game and finding you on my sofa, wearing my hoodie and with my dogs, the only thing that I want is to put some film and cuddle here with you"

You sighed in pure joy and kissed his cheek. "Go and get your pyjamas, then"

Willy smiled too and ran to obey you and be back as soon as possible.

You were left alone and took the opportunity to take a deep breath, then, you looked at Pablo and squeezed him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" Only because of him, you were the happiest girl on Earth.

When you had your first time together.

You sighed and ran your fingers throw your hair. You had been out with Willy and his friends from the team. Still, you were just his friend. Willy's friend. The one that cuddled with him after games, went out for dinner on random nights, texted nonstop. The one that would sleep at his because yours was far from the bar you had been at.

"All good?" He asked laying a hand on your waist. You nodded and forced a smile. "Sure? Was it the drinks? I told you to not have that thing Michael orders. It's a bomb" He chuckled.

You kissed, cuddled, had long make-out sessions, and clearly had feelings for each other,... But that was it. What was it?"

"YN" You hadn't noticed he has walked away. "Do you want something?"

"Willy"

When you called his name in that serious tone, he stopped walking and looked at you. "What?"

"What are we?" Your voice came out in a whisper. He could barely hear you.

Silence filled the room for long seconds. What were you? He was okay with this, with how things were. But he clearly wanted more. It had been months already but he didn't know what you wanted. Should I ask?

"W-what do you want us to be?"

You sighed and crossed your arms. "To be honest? I want to be your girlfriend."

Willy's head turned. He almost had to grab the closest furniture.

"M-my girlfriend?"

"Yes, Willy."

"Fuck" He breathed out. "I want you to be my girlfriend. Fuck yes. I really do"

A smile broke on your lips.

"Then?"

"Then what?"

"What are you waiting for?"

He laughed and crossed the room. It was quick. Only a second later he had you under him on the sofa, heavy body pressing yours down in the most delicious way.

The kisses were deep and slow. By now, you had already had enough make-out sessions to expertly kiss.

Willy's mind was foggy. You. His girlfriend. His sofa. Your dress hooked up in your hips. You soft hums on his mouth. Those fingers pulling his hair. Fuck.

He pulled back from your lips and kissed his way down to your chest. It was unbelievable. Finally, you were doing this.

The moment he pushed in you the prettiest sound left your mouth. You were pretty sensitive from the orgasm he had just given you. Feeling him push in you so deeply and smoothly made you want to scream. But his lips caught yours and he swallowed the moans.

It was slow and deep, he completely took the hit when you said harder. Willy hooked your leg up and grabbed into the sofa, giving you exactly what you were asking for.

"Oh fuck, Willy" You muttered on his lips. "Fuck, fuck...".

"Yes, baby. I feel it too" He groaned and kissed you hard, tongue and teeth making the kiss messy.

It hit like lighting. Maybe it was the pent-up tension or that you were made for each other, you didn't know, but Willy made you feel like no one had and you almost lose yourself to it. Your head fell back and a loud moan filled the room.

"Yes... You feel so good around me, baby. I'm gonna..."

With a last hard and deep thrust, Willy collapsed on you, nuzzling on your neck and basically begging to be held. Which you did. You hugged him with arms and legs, keeping him impossibly close.

You were both sweaty and probably the sofa would need a good cleanup, but who cared?

"Is it always going to be like this?" He asked with a funny voice.

"I hope so. I haven't waited for months only to get less" You teased.

Willy lifted his head from your neck and kissed your lips. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me as much as I wanted you"

You smiled and brushed his red cheeks. "How could I not?"

When you had your first fight.

"Willy"

He sighed and dried his palms on his trousers.

"YN... Look..."

"There is nothing to look at. That's the fucking problem." You groaned and got up.

"How can you say that?"

"Say what? We don't go out anymore. We don't go on dates. We only stay here or at yours and watch TV" You complained while picking the plates. "Now your whole family is coming to the game and you don't want me to go"

Willy clenched his jaw. He was clear when he told you. He thought it would be easy to understand.

"I got you tickets for you and your friends"

"Yeah, right next to the fucking glass. On the other fucking side of the ice."

"I gave you amazing tickets!"

"I don't want amazing tickets!"

At this point, you both had raised your voice too much.

"Then what the fuck do you want?!"

"To be there with your family! To meet them!"

"You know..."

"Alex. I only know Alex." You cut him quickly.

Silence fell between you too. You were leaning against the counter and Willy was on the table. Both of you had crossed arms and were avoiding looking at the other. You had only been officially a couple for three or four weeks. But many things had changed.

"You don't want me to meet them, is it?"

Willy looked at you. "No. No, it's not. How did you get that in your head"

You sniffed and your arms fell at your sides.

"I- I don't know." You harshly dried a tear. "Since we got together you barely take me out. I suggested many plans. I have told you a thousand times to go out. But you don't want to. Not even to walk the dogs. We were great together before and then we... We stopped." You said defeated. "At first you wouldn't make a move and now you hide me. Do you really want to date me?"

His heart broke in a million pieces. Willy couldn't argue anymore. He got up and slammed his phone next to you. "Check the screenshots" and then walked away.

You felt dumb when he left you alone in your kitchen and flinched a bit when you heard him push something around in the living room. It had only been a pillow.

With shaky hands, you grabbed the phone and went to the gallery. On the screenshots folder, you scrolled down until something caught your eye. Comments from Instagram and tweets. There were pictures, people saying he had a girlfriend, rude comments, and more pictures... Some were of you both, then a couple more from the last roadie when you stayed with the dogs, another one of you walking out of the arena on his jersey, you two walking down the street, you two having dinner... She is ugly; Where did he find that?; Say whatever you want, but I would fuck Nylander's girlfriend; This is why he has performed so poorly; He is not enough of a man for a pretty thing like that; She looks so ordinary; I'm sure he could do better; Another gold digger...

You walked to the living room. Your whole body was shaking. Willy was on the sofa, head on his hands and eyes on closed.

"William" You muttered.

He looked up. You never called him William.

"F-for how long has this been going on"

"Since that night when we went to the cinema" He said.

"What?" That had been your first date as a couple.

"Someone saw us and the rumours started. Then they kept posting photos of us"

"B-but how..." You were confused because you hadn't seen anything. "I didn't know"

"I made sure of that. I'm sorry, but I grabbed your phone after you fell asleep one night. I went down your followers and blocked anything related to us. I'm glad your accounts were already private before. It would be messier. And I got some help from people on the team. There are no articles or stuff like that. It's only on the internet for now" He ran his fingers over his blonde hair. "I'm sorry. But I got scared."

You blinked the tears making your sight blurry.

"Why didn't you tell me? You went all over my phone? Willy..."

"I know. I was scared. I didn't want you to see that shit and decide to leave me. I know it's a lot to carry. That's why I don't want you with my family... They already know who you are, if they see you there they'll see it's serious and... I don't know for how long I can keep them..."

You walked slowly and flopped on the sofa next to him.

"I don't care about what they say about us. I know it's not real" You muttered. "But... If your solution is to hide you are with me..."

Willy looked at you. "I don't want to hide you. I just don't know how to do this better. I haven't been with someone I loved this much"

You saw stars behind your eyes when he whispered the last part.

"Y-you love me?"

Willy nodded. "That's why I did all of this. I know it's not an excuse"

You reached and touched his back, softly travelling up to his neck and then pulling him to your side. He cuddled to your side and leaned his head on your chest.

"I love you too, Willy. And... if you feel it's too soon... I won't go. But... It's the right moment. I want to meet them all, I really want to..."

Willy pulled you closer. "I'm sorry..."

You kissed his forehead and cupped his cheeks. You made him look at you and then softly pecked his lips. "Is it too soon?"

He shook his head. "Haven't we been here for months already?"

"Have we?"

He nodded. "I knew you were the one the moment I saw you"

"You are cheesy"

He chuckled a bit and dried your tears. "I'm sorry for hiding this, going through your phone and everything... I didn't want you to get scared of my life."

"I can take it. We'll do it together. Just... Could you talk to me next time? There is a better solution than going through someone's phone in the middle of the night."

"I really love you, YN"

"I really love you too, Willy"

"I'll change your ticket for-"

You cut him with a slow kiss.

"Can I wear your jersey?"

"I would be really sad if you didn't"

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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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