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deathwhoregutfucker · 5 months ago
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whenever i see this scene i think about varg fucking him I MEAN WHO SAID THAT WTDFSHEJHSB
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gh0stgirl000 · 8 months ago
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Someone give me a fic of literally any Rory character with Patrick Veronas personality and reader with Kats personality and they have Patrick and Kats banter PLEASE I NEED IT
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bbitess · 8 months ago
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goth and metal prt 1-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)
brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry
warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism
(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)
thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)
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Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.
As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.
“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”
the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”
“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.
“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”
oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.
oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,
(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)
“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”
(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)
he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.
“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.
Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.
Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”
“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”
“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.
Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.
oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.
after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.
“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.
later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.
she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.
when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.
“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”
she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”
oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.
she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.
the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.
oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”
Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”
she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.
he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”
oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.
oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.
oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.
then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”
oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.
(prt 2 here)
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theebubblegumbitch · 8 months ago
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got a charlie walker fic AND a eurory fic in the works yall are about to eat GOOD.
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thirtyratsinasuit · 8 months ago
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Writing for the actual Øystein Aarseth is fuckin weird. Same with Pelle and Varg.
For starters, Pelle needed psychological help. Øystein used this as a gain for his band. Even though several people who knew Pelle personally and said he was never depressed, he just believed he was meant to be dead, doesn’t help Øystein’s case one bit. He was a sack of shit.
Varg is also a sack of shit. His TikToks are enough proof of that, (ashamed to be related to him but whatever.)
If I see one more fuckin “Varg x Øystein” one shot I’m going to lose my shit. It’s disgusting. As I mentioned before I am very distantly related to him, I don’t need to be seeing fics about my murderous family member and his victim floating around. Ugh I can’t believe I had to post this.
Edit;; I hate having to clarify lords of chaos isn’t really that weird to write about since it’s so far from the truth. Granted, I won’t write for LOC Varg, but I’ll gladly write for Eurory since this blog is mostly for Rory Culkin.
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girlshapedcupcake · 5 months ago
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up thinking about eurory! w a girly bimbo gf who wears matching mayhem crop tops w him and sometimes does his corpse paint but they’re so opposite and it’s soooo 😣😣😣
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r0ryculkinz · 1 year ago
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my introduction/about me
•I’m Kaz. I don’t really know what to write so this probably looks a bit weird.
•I love Nirvana, Dissection, Ancient North, Mayhem, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, Eternal Fear, Ominous Moon, Satyricon, Hellhammer , Type O Negative, etc etc. basically any genres other than country
•On my page, I’m probably going to be posting/writing smut or fluff. Otherwise I’m probably going to be reblogging shit I see
•I’m pansexual
•I was born and raised in America but my ethnicities or whatever I inherited are: 🇺🇸🇫🇷🇮🇪🇵🇱🇩🇪
•For some reason I find eurory so hot. Like I honestly think it’s one of his hottest roles
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hisbuni · 11 months ago
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can you write a story about eurory cockwarming you until the point where he can’t stand it anymore and just ends up fucking the living shit out of you😭
it was supposed to be innocent. you were bored and wanted a little bit more of his attention besides cuddling, so you asked to slip it in soft. he doesn’t mind at first, he enjoys the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him and the way they tighten every now and then. but when you slowly become slick, slick enough to coat his cock, he’s pressing his body into you from behind and thrusting inside of you. his thrust start off slow and deep but when he feels the way your tightening up on him as him begging for more, he gives it to you.
you’re laying on your side, one of his hands wrapped around your neck while the other has a tight grip on your side to keep you still. his rough thrusts jolted not only your body but the bed. “øystein,” you moan out, breathless as his cock bullies your insides. it never misses a spot inside of you, always filling you up just the right way. so much so, it made your head go fuzzy and your legs weak. you hear his groans and heavy breathing in your ear as you let out your own unique noises he loved to hear.
“kiss me,” you hear him whisper, and you turn your head allowing his lips to press into yours. he kissed you roughly and carelessly, spit running onto the corner of your mouths.
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ithinkitstimetonap · 8 months ago
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i dream about short haired eurory sometimes istg
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short haired rory as euronymous has a special place in my heart 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆。 ˚
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eurydicecostas-blog · 8 years ago
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MOODBOARD: About Eury & @roreomarshall part 1/?.
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embaewrites · 7 years ago
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! --- Though we pretty much now how this will go. XD
WE DO
FUSION!SYRPEN (the true endgame) as marrieds:
Who was the one to propose: Aspen (I already have this planned out so too bad, Michelle :P)
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Aspen. She’s gotta Eurory-proof the heck out of both the ceremony and the reception. x:
Who decorated the house: Joint effort - Syria decorates and Aspen builds, builds, builds it all.
Who is more organized: Both
Who suggested kids first: Syria. It’s probably at least a few years in the making before they decide to have their first, because Aspen is asdfgfds about tiny humans.
Who’s the cuddler: BOTH x3
What’s their favorite activity: Stargazing or cuddling up to read aloud together.
Who kills the spiders: Aspen, though she hates bugs. Yuck!
Who falls asleep first: Depends on the day and what happened. Aspen probably passes out first most often though, she’s an active, busy worker bee.
Who usually initiates things? Syria. Aspen will initiate too, but she gets so caught up in stuff that Syria’s usually the one bringing her back down to earth.
Who is more sensitive? I’d say they’re equal. Syria gets withdrawn at times, and Aspen can be moody.
Who has the most patience? Syria. That woman has more patience in her pinky than Aspen has in her whole body.
Who is the stubborn one? Aspen. Though Syria can make her bend quite easily.
Which one holds grudges? These two don’t hold grudges with each other. They’ve been through too much shit together to do that.
Who argues more? Aspen, though the arguments are more of her ranting about her sister and Rory, and trying to keep them out of their house, lmao.
Who wins the arguments? There are no winners or losers, just compromise. Syrpen are great at compromise. :)
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SEND A “!” FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE
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gh0stgirl000 · 7 months ago
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Do i write a Eurory fic about a super sweet reader and Euro and all her friends tell her she’s too sweet for him but he’s really such a sweetheart to her and he treats her so good based on back to the basics by Lana Del Ray?? No? Okay.
Ngl this came from me listening to the part that’s like “us against the world just me and you wahoo!” while imagining and edit of euro and his pastel pink barbie of a girlfriend being edited to it
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roreomarsh-blog · 8 years ago
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convo ↭ eurory.
@eurydicecostas
No. I just need you to stop worshiping country music like it’s Beyonce. C’mon, Rory. There’s only so many whiny ballads your best friend can take before she shoots herself between the eyes.
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Never! All the greats honor country. Beyonce included. 
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It’s common fact, that country is more diverse than any other music. There’s love songs, break up songs, tractor songs, songs about beer, songs about rain, songs about rain and beer. There’s something for everyone! Plus, the strings are all fun and bouncy. Don’t be so dramatic. We’re not allowed to have guns. 
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eurydicecostas-blog · 7 years ago
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a boundless moment || katury.
WHO: Eurydice Costas & Katherine Hillard ( @rangeredup )
WHAT: Kat has a heart to heart with Eury when she tries to run away.
WHEN:  Monday 13th March 2017.
WARNINGS: Katury bonding is precious.
Ever since the rangers had successfully completed their rescue mission of Tommy and Griffin, Kat had been walking on air. She was thrilled to have the men back home, safe from Devone’s gruesome grasp, but that wasn’t the only accomplishment fueling her chipper demeanor. She’d never lost faith in their abilities to succeed, of course, but seeing the team — her team — work together to accomplish a common goal had left her with an overwhelming sense of admiration and pride for the teens. It was an accomplishment she wouldn’t soon let them forget. Turning the unicorn bag over in her hands, she walked through the corridors of Brittany Hall, searching, peacefully, for room 214B. It was smaller than she’d remembered, and she momentarily wondered how such a place could contain the likes of ‘eurory’ (as they so dubbed themselves), but her thoughts were forgotten as she approached the room in question. When she got there, the room was open, and she could hear the faint sounds of rustling inside so she peaked her head in, leaning against the door frame. “Knock, knock,” She greeted, but her friendly smile faded as she noticed the intense amount of packing Eurydice was doing. “Going somewhere?”
To say that Eury hadn’t been feeling herself ever since her epic failure would be an understatement. Since leaving the care of Kat, she’d been miserable. She barely got out of bed, unless it was for classes, and her motivation was completely dead. It was like a part of her had died when Griffin plunged his knife into her stomach. Perhaps it was her faith in other human beings dwindling away, or maybe it was just hurt she was feeling from being betrayed by someone she once considered a friend. Whatever it was had driven her to want to escape everything, though. She wanted to get away from NYU, from her friends, and away from the responsibilities of being a ranger. As she shoved more clothes into her backpack, she didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hallway, so when she heard Kat’s voice, she was a little startled. “What? No.” It was a lie, and both of them knew it, but Eury didn’t care. People didn’t really care about her, not even her own sister, so why would Kat care if she was really running away? “I’m just going home for a couple of days. Not that it’s any of your business. Shouldn’t you be busy making more serum with Syria? You’re going to need a new Red Ranger, so you better get on it.” Her tone was gruff, and she knew she was being harsh, but she’d never in her life been able to control her emotions. She always took her mood out on those around her, rather than confronting her feelings full on. Avoiding making eye contact with the woman who helped save her life, she zipped up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder before pulling her hood up over her head. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got somewhere to be.” Before turning around to face her mentor, she grabbed her sunglasses from the bedside cabinet, putting them on to hide her eyes. She definitely didn’t want Kat to know she’d been crying. “Don’t worry, I’m not joining Devone.”
Kat closed her mouth, narrowing her gaze at the younger woman. She spotted the lie a mile away, but there were several issues at hand here, the largest being that she felt the need to lie in the first place. It was clear to Katherine that the failure in the tunnel had been hard on the red ranger. Eury wasn’t her usually rambunctious self, and it was becoming a major cause for concern. Her face fell at the intentional dig, and Kat stiffened. She pursed her lips, giving a slight nod. “I suppose that’s fair,” she accepted. Her part in choosing these kids to be heroes weighed heavily on her conscious, but she hoped, in time, that they would grow to understand. There was so much they didn’t know; so much unaccounted for. “But I’m not a chemist,” she cracked a small smile, hoping a friendly gesture would defuse the situation. “I hardly doubt it’ll work out so well.” Sighing, she crossed her arms across her chest and allowed a moment to pass. “I’m sorry, Eurydice,” her voice softened. One of the hardest parts of being a mentor was holding her own emotions back. Stepping forward, Kat closed the door gently behind her but did not progress any further into the room. “When I made my selection, it was for keeps.” In any other situation Katherine would have laughed at the ridiculous getup Eury had donned, but she didn’t have the heart to do it now; not when things were clearly so serious. “You’re free to do as you wish, but you are the red ranger of this team. Like it or not, the others look to you for guidance, and even if we could create some sort of transference, I wouldn’t. Regardless of what happened, I know I’ve made the right choice. It’s up to you to believe that too.” Shifting on her feet, Katherine absentmindedly rubbed her arm. “Why don’t we have a seat?” she suggested, motioning to one of the beds. Joining Devone was the least of Katherine’s concerns after they’d been subjected to the misery he caused, but it was clear they couldn’t go on like this. “Come on. Take off your glasses, and let’s talk about what’s on that mind of yours. I’m sure whatever’s waiting for you will still be there when we’re through. You’re not expecting anyone are you?”
Eury was a little shocked that Kat agreed that her bitter words were fair. She at least expected her to argue back a little, and tell her that she had no choice. But she did have a choice, and she’d chosen them to become the Power Rangers, and Eury had no idea why. She especially didn’t know why she’d been chosen as the leader, when she was clearly one of the most irresponsible team members. “It’s fine,” Eury lied as she heard Kat’s apology. She didn’t need her to say sorry, she needed her to reverse what she’d done to her. Yeah, it was pretty cool being able to make fire with your hands, but it was also cool to be a normal human being. “So, what you’re saying is that I can choose not to fight, but you won’t find a replacement? That’s kinda shitty, Katherine. It’ll make the rest of the team blame me when things go wrong. I’m not a leader. I can’t lead. How do you know you made the right choice? Do you not remember how fucking mad you were at me and Rory when I did lead? I was the wrong choice. You should’ve chosen Bianca, she clearly does a better job than me, and you clearly trust her more. Or maybe you could even pick Reese.” As Kat gestured for Eury to sit, she sighed over dramatically before doing so. “If I take my glasses off, you’ll see how puffy my eyes are. I’m allergic to Rory’s perfume, so like… They get really red…” She truly hoped the blonde would buy that lie as she removed her sunglasses and put them in her pocket. “No, I’m not expecting anyone. Rory and Aspen are doing stuff today, which is why I was packing while I had peace.” Shifting awkwardly in her seat, Eury suddenly felt very put on the spot. It kind of felt like she was back in therapy. “Look, doc, I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. I got stabbed by someone I considered a friend, and I’m over it. Look, even my body is over it,” she said as she lifted up her hoodie and shirt to reveal a faint line where her wound once was. “I got betrayed by another person I considered a friend, who was working with you all along, but that’s fine. She’s also Devone’s daughter, which is really fucking fine.” It was obvious that Eury was getting a little worked up as her fists began to bunch, and her breaths became more rapid. “It’s also super okay that my sister disregarded everything I said about Griffin being dangerous, and basically just classed me as a liar and hung out with him anyway, in my home.” Standing up from the edge of the bed, Eury stepped forward and turned to face the wall, resting her palms against it as she put her head down and breathed deep to quell her anger and rising emotions. “I’m also totally cool with Bianca, Reese and that traitor Syria saving your husband, when you told me that I was the one chosen to lead. I was really fucking okay with you benching me like a naughty, misbehaving preschooler. And do you know what I’m the most fine with? Feeling like I’m not safe anymore. And feeling like all my friends have forgotten what happened to me, just because Griffin is back and being nice. I can’t forget. I don’t freakin’ get that luxury! I still have nightmares about what he did to me. When I look at him, I still see the guy who nearly ended my life. I don’t see what they see. I still see the monster who hurt me. I can’t forgive that, and I won’t forgive. So don’t even try to make me. You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be inside my head, and to feel the things I feel. I don’t want to be in the Power Rangers, I don’t want these stupid powers, I don’t want to be at NYU, and I most of all don’t want to be a burden to Aspen anymore. All I am for her is a chore, and I was forced on her. I was forced on Mrs. Holmes, too. I wanna leave here right now, and go somewhere far, far away. I don’t want any of this. I don’t need any of it. I don’t need anyone.” Her eyes were screwed shut tightly, and she could feel flames forming at her fingertips as she removed her hands from the wall.
Throughout the entire rant, Kat remained silent and still. She could see it clearly. Griffin’s blade had pierced far more than flesh and bone; it had cracked the surface, and as her affliction bled out, Eury shattered. The realization turned Kat’s stomach into knots, and her heart ached so strongly that she was sure it would split in two. Still, she waited patiently for her to get it all out. With her eyes trained on the younger woman, she waited to be sure she was finished before lowering herself to the edge of a bed. "I don't know where to begin," she confessed, motioning for Eury to join her. The issues at hand were rooted deep and could not be solved overnight. She’d been in difficult situations in the past, but despite any similarities, this was new. The five were rapidly becoming like children to her. Except she had no experience in being a mother. Folding her hands in her lap, she trained her eyes on her. “Eurydice, please. Look at me…” she requested gently. “I can't pretend to understand what you're going through. I don’t know what it’s like to have a family that doesn’t support me, and I don’t know what it’s like to feel betrayed by someone I love. But we’re not that different. I have a foster sister too, and up until she found her parents, I’m sure she felt the same way. It’s difficult not to, but it’s important to remember that you wouldn’t be here if they didn’t love you. There are options for children without homes, and as unfortunate as it is, welcoming them into our lives isn’t always one of them.” Pausing for a moment, she let that sink in. She didn’t have the answers; no one would, but she empathized with the woman. Watching her drag herself down wasn’t easy to watch. “It’s okay to be upset, but they don’t know the things we know,” she spoke gently. “That’s no excuse, but if we faulted every person who didn’t understand, we’d be fighting alone. You don’t want that.” Shaking her head, she motioned to a wide array of photos hanging on the wall on the other side of the room. She could see, clearly, the various faces of Eury and the other rangers that Rory had taken. “Angry or not, you are family. That doesn’t stop when you lay the armor down. As for Griffin, you need time to heal. How you choose to do that is up to you, but as someone who was in Griffin’s shoes once…” She hesitated, contemplating her words as a wave of remorse crossed her features. Looking to her hands, she spoke sincerely. “You can’t hate him more than he hates himself. As much as you need space, he needs support, and none of you are wrong. It’ll take some time to process, but they wouldn’t be doing this if they thought he could hurt you.” Catching her eyes, Kat sighed. Though her feelings were valid, there was so much of it she had wrong. “Do you want to know why I chose you as as a ranger.”    
Although she felt somewhat better after letting her anger come out through her words, Eury still couldn’t shake the feeling of annoyance, and also emptiness. Now that she’d said everything she felt out loud, she suddenly felt very hollow. Taking a seat next to Kat, Eury pulled her lower lip between teeth. She felt like she’d revealed too much to the older woman, and that she now knew her weaknesses. Turning her head, she finally let her eyes lock with Kat’s; she had eyes that reminded her of her mother's. They were soft, welcoming, and familiar. Although Eury didn’t have many memories of the woman who gave birth to her, one thing she always remembered was the way she looked at her whenever she fell down and scraped her knee, her eyes full of concern and sadness. Or the way her eyes lit up whenever her little girl was happy. Kat had the eyes of a mother, and for some strange reason, they made Eury want to stay put, rather than run and hide away. As Kat spoke, she found herself actually listening for once. Like, really listening to what she had to say, and not just pretending to. Nobody had ever sat down with Eury and really acknowledged her feelings before, but that was mostly due to her never confiding in anyone. “I just wish that I felt like I belong. I’m just… I always feel like I’m running 10 miles behind everyone else. Everybody has everything figured out, and they have families that support them and love them… Then there’s just me, and it gets lonely. I know that I have the rangers, but it’s not the same, Kat. I don’t have a mom, or a dad. Mrs. Holmes is amazing, and I love her, of course I do… But she’s not my mom. She’s Aspen’s.” Bringing one of her hands up to her face, Eury rubbed furiously at her eyes with the back of it. Crying was so weak. She was weak. “I don’t wanna fight alone, you’re right… I care about my friends, and I maybe even love ‘em. Griffin, too… That’s why it sucks so fuckin’ bad that he hurt me.” Eury’s brow furrowed as Kat mentioned how she’d once been a position the same as Griffin. That certainly wasn’t what she was expecting to hear. “Well, he might hate himself, but it doesn’t change the fact that I almost died. Nothing can change that. It’s something both me and him have to face. The others can trust him around me all they want, but I don’t trust him around me right now. I need to have my time away from him until I can believe he really is the person he was before Devone got to him again.” Eury could tell that Kat was being sincere in everything she said, but she could tell that she was also slightly rooting for Griffin to be granted forgiveness. “Everything is just a lot right now, and it’s tough. Other people can go call their mom, or hug their dad and feel like everything is solved, but I can only hug Rory and pretend that her impressions of Aspen make everything better. I just… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow.” When Kat asked if she wanted to know why she’d chosen her as a ranger, Eury looked at her a little warily. “Because I’m violent and damaged, and you thought that giving me a purpose and magic powers would fix me?” Sighing heavily, she shook her head before offering Kat a half sincere smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. Why did you pick me?”
Once she was seated, Kat rested a palm on her shoulder and squeezed it softly. She often found comfort in touch — the connection providing both unity and stability in moments like these — and she hoped Eury could do the same. The struggle was not entirely unfamiliar to her, and the least she could do was sit and listen. It was hard, watching her so torn up inside, forced to confront terrible feelings that had likely been creeping up for years. She breathed deeply, wishing that there was some way she could ease the pain. “My intent is not to be right, Eurydice,” she offered a sympathetic grin. Pausing for a moment, she contemplated her words carefully. “When this whole thing started, I made myself a promise. I knew that choosing the next generation of rangers would mean forcing you all into a life that you didn’t ask for, and in doing so, you were compromised. That’s something I have to live with, but I promised myself then that I wouldn’t abandon you. I promised to train, develop and guide you, and if it comes down to it — I’ll stand by you too. I’ll fight, because you kids are not expendable to me. You’re not just heroes. I know it’s not the same as having a mom or a dad, but I am here for you, Eurydice. I’m not going anywhere. Believe it or not, we’re all new to this in a way. We’re in this together. So now I’m promising you too.” She leans in a bit, a warm smile on her face. She couldn’t ease the fear or erase the pain, but reassurance was something she could give. She closed her mouth for a moment, understanding the red ranger’s resistance towards Griffin. He hadn’t joined their team, but Katherine had hopes that he may one day change his mind. That couldn’t happen if he remained at odds with their leader. “You don’t have to smile and pretend everything’s okay if that’s not how you feel. There’s no need for facades when, quite frankly, you’re being fair to him. Sacrificing your own comfort to accommodate his would be an injustice to yourself, so as long as you aren’t closed off to healing, I’d say you’re on the right path. It’ll take time to come to terms with the things he’s done, for both you and him, but there’s no limitations on that.” She removed her hand from her shoulder and let it fall to her lap. Her face fell at the sardonic bite, but she held Eury’s gaze throughout it all, noting the apprehension written across her face. “First of all, you’re not damaged or in any need of fixing. I don’t want to hear that from you again. But second of all, I chose you because of passion. I actually wrote ‘a force to be reckoned with,’ and I stand by that statement. Honestly, I’ve always seen you as a little fearless, but I trust that that comes from your strength and desire to succeed.” Grinning, she couldn’t help but encourage. “You are one fierce woman, and your confidence, when you believe in yourself, is what’s going to lead your team to victory. The truth is, you’re already everything a leader needs to be. All that’s left to do is embrace it.”   
Eury’s eyes glanced at Kat’s hand which was resting on her shoulder, and she felt the pit of her stomach tighten. Her father used to do that exact same thing whenever he was leaving to go to work, or he was saying goodbye to her as she headed towards the door to leave for school. In fact, he did it the day he left. He squeezed her shoulder, smiled at her, and told her that he’d see her later. What a huge lie that turned out to be. “People promise to stick by people all the time, but it’s not...possible. At some point in life, everyone you trust is going to hurt you, or let you down. Even if they don’t mean to, or even want to. It happens. I don’t like promises, Kat. If you tell someone you’ll do something without promising it to them, then it doesn’t hurt as much when they don’t follow through with what they said. But when you promise someone something, that’s when it hurts. If you make a promise and you break it, nothing hurts more than that.” Eurydice knew that she was revealing too much about herself to her mentor, and letting her in on all her insecurities, but for some reason, it felt okay to do that with her. “Let’s just say that you’re going to try your hardest to be here for me, and to guide me. In turn, I’ll try my hardest to be a good ranger.” Eury was a little shocked that Kat was so okay with the fact that she didn’t want to forgive Griffin, or even be around him. She was half expecting her to teleport him into the room, and then force them to hug. As Kat removed her hand, Eury instantly missed the the warmth and comfort that it was providing her with, but she wasn’t going to admit that out loud. Kat could never know that she secretly craved human touch and affection as much as anybody else. As she listened to the woman explain why she picked her, she tried to ignore the emotions that began to overwhelm her. Nobody had ever liked her because of how fearless she could be, they’d only ever ridiculed her for it. Mostly because her fearlessness often took her down a path of violent destruction, so she couldn’t really blame anyone for not praising her for it in the past. “You’re not so bad yourself, doc,” Eury replied with a slight smirk. “I’m just scared that I’m going to get people hurt. I don’t want any of my team to get killed by Devone, or his stupid little minions. I just want to keep everyone safe, including you and Tommy.” Casting her eyes downward, she thought back to the tunnels, and how easily Rory got thrown around by Griffin. It made her stomach churn, and she closed her eyes, then shook her head to get rid of the image. “I don’t want to come back from a battle one day carrying a dead friend in my arms. If I fail at even the slightest thing, then it’s my team who suffer; not me. I’m violent, always angry, irritable, and impulsive. I’m all of those things and more, but... I want to be good. I wanna make up for things I’ve done in the past, and not be like my dad. If being the Red Ranger means that I can be a good person at the end of it all, then I’ll do anything to defeat Devone, and keep us all alive.” With a new feeling of determination washing over her, Eury turned her head to look Kat in the eye. “I won’t let you down.” With those words hanging in the air, she reached for Kat’s hand that was still resting in her lap and squeezed it. Not bothering to let it go, she turned her head to look at the backpack full of clothes on the floor in front of her. “I guess I’m not leaving anymore. You’re always going to be right around the corner, ready to pull me up about my rashness, huh?” Eury asked with a lopsided smile. “How annoying.”
Kat’s heart sank at the statement, not because she thought it might be true, but because Eury actually believed that it was. She wondered how many disappointments she’d had to face to get there and swallowed at the thought of it. She decided then, that she  wouldn’t be one of them; not if she could help it. She closed her mouth and exhaled slowly before nodding. If agreeing to her terms was what Eury wanted, then that’s what she would do. “Then I’ll give you my best,” she vowed, eyes resting on the red ranger. Reaching behind them, she rested her hand on her back in what she hoped was reassurance. For the time being, Eury was here, and that alone was considered a victory. Katherine relaxed with the more she spoke, the tension in her muscles releasing as a small grin tugged at her lips. “It sounds like you and I want the same things,” she encouraged. “It won’t always be easy, but anger, temper and rage — those things are manageable. Martial arts, for example, teaches patience and is a constructive way to release stress and frustration. We can give you the tools, but the rest is up to you. You’re off to a pretty good start, if you ask me,”  she stressed. “...I would like to tell you to forget the past and focus on move forward, but I think that’d be a mistake. Ultimately, those things have shaped you and made you stronger, but they don’t define you. What’s done is done, and no amount of penance will change that. Being the red ranger won’t make you a good person, Eurydice. That’s just armor. You being you will.” A moment passed and as Eury looked her in the eye, Katherine felt proud and nodded at the new resolve. “I know,” she revealed, grin spreading across her face. “And I suppose not, but I think that’s for the best. Your friends are gonna need you,” she said. Chuckling softly, she couldn’t argue with that, so instead, she rubbed her back and said. “Oh come on… I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”
Eury gave Kat a simple, yet somewhat happy smile as she agreed to say that she’d simply try her best. It was better than promising, and it was something that Eury could settle on. Her body relaxed a little as she felt the gentle pressure of her hand against her back. She could maybe get used to this physical affection stuff. Martial arts sounded like a more constructive way for the girl to burn off her anger than punching walls, or decking the nearest person. Perhaps she’d even learn how to find inner peace. Tommy seemed like the chillest guy to ever walk the earth, so she could only assume that it gave you some kind of balance. The weight of Kat’s words rested heavily on Eury’s shoulders. Being the red ranger won’t make you a good person, Eurydice. Oh, how she wished that wasn’t true. “Believe me, I wish I could forget the past, but I’m never going to be able to, so I suppose I have no choice but to let it keep shaping me, and hope for the best. The armor makes me… It makes me feel invincible, which is kinda dangerous. But when I’m suited up, I feel like… Like I am better, because I’m doing something. When I’m just me… That’s all I am. People don’t see past my anger, and my immaturity. They don’t think I can be strong, and they don’t believe I have problems just like everyone else. I dunno. I guess there’s a lot more bonding to be done when it comes to the team.” Smiling and shaking her head, Eury kicked the backpack in front of her under the bed. “Maybe I will, but if Rory asks, I find you totally annoying and want to kill you,” she laughed. “I have a reputation to maintain, and we can’t have my gang thinking I’ve gone soft. They need me to be a badass. Badasses don’t have deep and meaningful conversations with their mentors.”
Kat listened to her speak, and she had to admit that the concept was a little dangerous. Being a ranger did not grant invincibility, but Eury seemed to know this. At least to some extent. “I think you’re right,” she agreed. The team was fresh, and they didn’t have their friendship as a backbone this time around. They were five individuals tied together by this one thing, but in order to be successful, they were going to need a lot more than that. Placing her hand over her heart, she kept her face straight and said, “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of anything else. You have a reputation, after all.” Breaking out into a grin, Katherine chuckled. They were going to be okay.
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Taking a quick look around, Rory made sure Kat wasn’t in sight before sliding off the bed and padding across the room. She clutched her phone tightly against her chest and sat down next to Eury’s bed, crossing her legs and tugging at the sheet to get her attention. “Come sit with me. I’ve got stuff to tell you,” she insisted, forcing back the nerves that threatened to overtake her.  
To take her mind off the upcoming conversation, she opened the camera on her phone and hit the record button, switching to the front facing lens and taking a good look at herself. “Mmph, beautiful!” she joked, chuckling lightly to herself. She reached up to touch a particularly nasty looking wound across her cheek and pursed her lips in thought. “At least I don’t look like the Bride of Chucky anymore.”  Thanks to their powers, they healed a good measure faster than the average human, but still, it wasn’t as quickly as Rory would have liked. The sooner they became free, the better. But for now, these walls were security, and Syria desperately needed it. 
“Sawyer. Take two. Eurydice Costas,” she spoke clearly, flipping the lens around and waiting for Eury to join. “First, smile for the camera,” she instructed. “And then tell me all your favorite stuff about Sawyer Rae McClintock.” Peeking out from behind her device, she watched her expectantly. “What? I saw her student ID.”  
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