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@neverbendtheknee Mordern Mafia ABO

World Lore
- The setting is a modern city bigger than New York called Prthian where humans and faes live and work and crime together in ‘peace’
- There are seven ‘courts’ that rule the city with an eighth being for the humans that hold no real power because they don’t have magic
- The Night Court is the biggest and most powerful which Rhysand of course rules
- Spring Court is the smallest and weakest of the courts with Tamlin trying to gain power and influence any way he can
- It is said that the Night Court is a death sentence for any human as the ‘evil dark lord’ can not stand humans and has them hunted down
- On top of Fae and Human species and the fun dynamics that brings we also have Alpha/Beta/Omegas
- Both Fae and Humans can be all three but Alpha Humans have no power
- Fae males gain power based on what they show as Alpha/Beta/Omega
- Omegas are rare and sought after because if an Alpha bonds an Omega they become even more powerful
- For some reason that I haven’t thought of yet Omega Humans have the ability to turn Fae when they bond with a fae Alpha

More to be added

Feyre Archeron had not had an easy life even though she was the youngest of three girls and her family was well off at one point. She lost her mother at a young age and her father lost what wealth they had shortly after that. So with a father that couldn’t work and two sisters that didn’t know how Feyre took on the responsibility of making enough for her family.

She took to the streets and the first couple of years taught her a lot of hard life lessons. But Feyre refused to give up and let her family starve. She became a thief, learning to pickpocket almost anyone, and then learned to spot the people who had more money than they really needed. Those people received a special visit from Feyre. She was good at being a thief and became better the more she did it.

There was one major drawback and that was when she Showed as an Omega when puberty hit her. All of her family were Betas and she assumed she was just like them. But life was cruel. Omegas were sought after: hunted down and forced to bond Alphas and Feyre didn’t want that life. She couldn’t help her family if she was taken away.

So her solution was to take an easy to come by suppressor that caused her to come off as a Beta . But being on the suppressor was not good for an Omega especially if they took it long term like Feyre was. She had been taking it for years and her health was being affected by it.

But what was going to drive her to an early grave was her family. Her father thought he could get their money back and had promised a large amount to the Spring Court High Lord Tamlin. Well whatever scheme her father had been counting on fell through and they ended up losing everything. Tamlin was going to kill them all when Feyre offered herself up to the Fae. As payment and to be his thief. The only thing she wanted in return was the promise that her family would be looked after.

A deal was struck and Tamling took Feyre ‘home’ not knowing that he had an Omega within his reach. And to test her and see how skilled Feyre was as a thief he ordered her to steal from the High Lord of the Dark Court: Rhysand.

Feyre had argued against the order and Tamlin had to threaten her family to get her to agree to do what he had commanded.

Knowing she was going to die but at least her family would be taken care of, Feyre started to study the dark High Lord and his home. She found a way in and out pretty quickly because who would be stupid enough to steal from the Dark Lord as everyone called him.

So on the night when there was no moon, Feyre silently slipped into Rhysand’s office through the third story window, and silently prayed to the Goddess as she looked for something to steal that hopefully the Dark Lord wouldn’t notice missing.

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“I… thank you.” There seemed to be no judgement on the older woman’s face. Feyre gave her a shy smile as Polena took her hands. She gave them a soft squeeze as she focused on breathing through her mouth and not her nose. Feyre was hoping that this would help with Rhysand’s overwhelming scent.

“I’m sorry that the High Lord is late. It’s my fault.”

"Ah, he was working," Polena added in with a sage nod. "I understand. This must all be new and very strange for you, then. Come, I want to introduce you to my granddaughter, Laleh." Into the building with a mix of Omega and Alpha scents, but there was also laughter, singing, and no sign of argument anywhere. Some people paused to look at her briefly and then returned to their own activities as a gaggle of children ran about, giggling and shrieking in their game of... whatever it was.

Rhys hung back, nodding greeting to others who hailed him cordially. There was no need to prostrate themselves on Rhysand's behalf. However, his eyes rarely left Feyre for more than a few minutes at a time.

A girl probably no older than 13 was called over to the female and woman, carrying the same coloring as Polena with wide eyes and a mane of black curls on her head. She offered a small smile as she was introduced to Feyre, nodding her head in greeting. "It's good to meet you, Lady Feyre. Was your presentation party like this too? My friend Kirrily had hers a few months ago and it was like one of the grand balls the High Lord hosts."

Feyre went with Polena but she looked back at Rhysand with a slightly panicked look. She knew no one here and the scents were strong as went with the older woman. Her head swam a little but Feyre kept focus as she met Polena’s granddaughter. There was no fear or uncertainty like she was used to with the young back in Prythian.

She smiled and shook her head though regretted that movement right away. “No, I didn’t get to have a presentation party. So enjoy yours doubly for me okay?” Her words were kind as she smiled at the young girl. If what they said was true, and it was looking more and more like it was, this young girl would never have to deal with anything Feyre had dealt with and she loved that.

The girl frowned at that, even going as far as pouting. "That's not fair. You're so pretty and you didn't get a party?"

Polena smiled gently, running her hand down the girl's back. "Not everyone is blessed to be in a safe place like here, my sweet."

Still upset by it, Lelah's frown turned into something determined. "I'll be right back." Darting away, she trotted over to a table that held a multitude of roses and picked a red one, coming right back to offer it to Feyre. "Here. We can share now. Everyone should have a party."

All the while, Rhys kept an eye on her and merely a few paces away, just to make certain that she was safe. The interaction with the girl melted his heart and he watched the interaction with the rose. There was something that was so simple and wholesome in that act and he didn't want to ruin the moment. Even Mor was cooing at the interaction, her eyes lighting up.

He even kept an eye on the one male that was swaggering over to her with a smile on his lips. Rhys went still, eyes narrowing as he really did see some random Alpha come over to Feyre, encroaching on her space with a hello and an introduction. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you... just visiting?"

“That's…” Feyre felt her eyes burning as the young girl brought back a rose and was willing to share her important day with her. Not even her own sisters had done anything like this for their youngest sibling. “Thank you so much, Lelah.” Feyre leaned down and hugged the young girl before she stood up straight. “Congratulations on your presentation. I think your friends are waiting for you.” Feyre indicated the group of girls that were indeed waiting for Lelah.

Feyre turned to look for Rhysand when there was suddenly a male in her space. Feyre took a step back when his scent hit her nose but the male followed her. He was in her space, touching her elbow, and Feyre had to stop herself from leaning in. The urge wasn’t as strong as it was with Rhysand but it was there.

“I’m just visiting. I should go look for my… friend.” It was weird to call the High Lord that but he was the only one she felt safe around.

“What? Why? I just got here.” The Alpha kept a firm hold of her elbow and gave her a smile. “That’s a beautiful flower you have there. Almost as beautiful as you.”

Oh, no. Nope, that would not do. Regardless of how Rhysand felt about Feyre (or, trying to figure out how he felt about Feyre,) having someone just come up to her and start touching her, no matter how innocent it seemed, had him seething. Keeping up with his aloof attitude, he sauntered up, easily creating space by inserting himself between Feyre and the male. The male held onto the human's elbow harder and Rhys canted his head in the Alpha's direction.

"Isn't that interesting! We just got here as well," he piped up, his fingers subtly digging into the male's hand to get him to release Feyre. "And how do you know the lady of honor?" He gave a nod towards the girl who was twirling around on the dance floor with her friends. "Because I'm dead certain you're here to celebrate her and not go sniffing around for unbonded Omegas." Rhysand fell silent for a beat, letting his words settle in. "That would be most discourteous to the lady of honor, wouldn't it?" And he didn't drop his gaze on the Alpha who stared at him, the corner of his lip curling.

In a lower, conspiring tone, Rhys leaned in just a bit. "Because what low life would be prowling around a little girl's presentation party like an uncultured beast in heat, hmm? One might think you had an interest in her and that. Just. Wouldn't. Do." The smile on his face did not convey happiness or joy. "Because going after children so much younger than you is not what a proper Alpha should be doing, hmm?" While it seemed like his voice was still somewhat cordial, there was a deep growling undertone that made some of the other Alphas look and all of the Omegas pause.

"Ah!" breaking the tension with a snap of his fingers, he pointed at the Alpha with narrowed eyes. "I got it. You're lost. You mistook this presentation party for the bar!" There was another slow grin on his face as the party started to return to normal. "Down the street, a block away to your left." He still didn't break the stare, not until the Alpha dropped his gaze first.

"See, you must be new here, or used to certain, protocols." Now he leaned into the Alpha's space, grabbing the male's elbow when he tried to move away. There was the flash of a wince on that face but then he schooled it as Rhys smiled, his words thick and slow like honey. "We don't touch what doesn't belong to us, here, and we especially don't touch when there is no consent." Another moment with that elbow in his hand and the Alpha winced again before Rhys released him, watching him until he left.

There were a chorus of breathy sighs somewhere in the room, most likely some ladies who had watched the event and decided right there that they needed him to be their Alpha. A heart beat later he turned to Feyre, folding his hands behind the small of his back as he offered a look of concern. "Are you alright? Did he bruise you?"

Fear had started to creep in when the Alpha wouldn’t let go of her elbow but Rhysand was suddenly there, swooping in to save her. She watched with wide eyes as the High Lord put the Alpha in his place and corrected him. It was sweet and thrilling and incredibly hot.

Feyre barely registered what Rhysand was saying as her Omega wanted to claim him and the urge was strong. She shook her head and then nodded it as she blinked up at him.

“No, he didn’t bruise me.” She showed her elbow that was red but not bruised. “I’m okay. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be here.”

The red mark was infuriating. Rhys was almost seeing red himself until he sucked in a slow, calming breath, lips pursed together. "I think you are exactly where you need to be. You weren't in the wrong, Feyre darling."

Before he could say anything else, he felt a little hand curl around his fingers and he turned to look at Lelah who was still staring at the door. "Is he going to come back?" She asked in a small voice, finally turning up to look at Rhys with worry in her eyes.

"No." The answer held the confidence of a high lord as he knelt down on one knee to get closer to the girl's level. Rhys gently turned her to face him. "No one is going to hurt you, little flower. He's either new or just stupid. He'll remember his place soon enough." Rhys would make certain of it, as well as settle the small group of Alphas in that one corner-more than likely Lelah's relatives-to keep them from forming a mob.

"Can I have a hug?"

"Of course!" The embrace was sweet but Lelah buried her face in his neck, pulling away a little dazed. Rhys smiled, shaking his head a bit when she said he smelled good. "So do you." Booping her nose with one finger, a magicked flower crown materialized on her head full of red and white flowers. "Now. Put that ugly scene behind you and go have some cake for me, alright?"

He rose again, brushing non-existant dust off his knee and then glanced back to Feyre. He was curious to know what she was thinking of but here wasn't the place to talk. "It happens, sometimes. A party is in full swing and some of the others who didn't get the memo about here try to push their boundaries. Would you like to walk with me?" He offered his arm, noting how Mor went to the group of relatives and knew all would be well here. "The stars are a vision to see out by the Sidra."

“I still think it’s my fault.” Feyre spoke softly so as not to be overheard. She had already made a fool of herself. She didn’t need for it to happen again. But she nodded her head at his offer for a walk. The nightair will help her gain control over herself and push away that ugly jealousy feeling she had when Lelah hugged Rhysand. She was a child but he was hers.

Where the hell did that come from?

“The stars? I would like to see them. You can barely see them in Prythian.”

"Light pollution is a bitch," he quipped lightly, already leading her out onto the cobble streets. "There's so much more in Prythian itself. Here, we have Velaris, the Illyrian camps, and the Hewn city. There isn't much artificial light to obscure natural beauty."

The walk gave him the chance to clear his head as well. The fact that some male touched her had his blood still roiling. Eventually he lead her to a bridge that was a little backdrop for photography. It also was one of his favorite spots to look at the river and the stars, lifting his face to the sky. Moon was half full and added to the light that allowed the entire kaleidoscope of color the stars and whatever star clouds glowed in the distance. He turned his head a little to watch her out of the corner of his eye, wondering how she would take in the sight.

“It’s beautiful.” Feyre’s face was lifted up to the night sky as she took in the stars and moon. There was no way she would have ever been able to see this if she stayed in the city. She wanted to paint it or at least try and paint it. She doubted she could even get close to how beautiful it was.

“I could see myself living in a place like this…” But she had her family and she needed to take care of them. This wasn’t her fate.

Feyre shook her head and lowered her face to look at Rhysand. “I’ll get the ring back for you tomorrow.”

His heart lifted at her consideration of living here. An entire fantasy of claiming her, learning more about each other, working in tandem and equally with each other bloomed in his mind. And then the fantasy was shuttered with her last statement. He kept his expression neutral.

"He's going to be waiting for that, you know. He can't stand having someone better him." He would know from experience. But that was for another time.

"Tell me about your family."

“Then you’ll just have to swoop in and save me just like you did back at the party.” Feyre was pretty sure she could get in and out without being noticed if Tamlin hadn’t changed his guard schedule. Which he probably did after Rhysand’s visit. The High Lord was probably right and she needed to wait.

“My family?” Feyre wasn’t expecting that question and it showed on her face. But she was starting to trust Rhysand, it was hard not to, and so she started to tell him. “...I have two older sisters and my father. They are all Betas. I became a thief to support them. They’ll starve if I don’t go back.”

"You don't trust him to keep his word." Not surprising. Rhys didn't trust Tamlin, either. "Your older sisters aren't capable of working?" They could be disabled. "And I'm assuming they're in the human sector, not in Spring Court's territory?" He knew there was going to be another job for Azriel.

"I believe that we're not supposed to be like this, so separated from each other and to have caste systems that promoted our weaknesses and not our strengths. Betas have it a little easier considering they aren't driven by instinctual urges. It's the Omegas and Alphas that have it worse. I think a long, long time ago, we all lived together in harmony, supporting each other's weaknesses so there was strength everywhere. And then something changed." He sighed softly, leaning forward on the railing and letting his hands remain droopy over the edge. "Alphas started to think that their aggression meant that they were supposed to dominate everything. Omegas generally don't have that, and it's easier to overpower them. Or, Omegas are bred believing that they have no power, no strengths. It's not true. I think they have more power than Alphas do.

"But that's why I have Velaris. It's been secret and unknown to Prythian for centuries. My family line has protected this land from the others, providing a place for people to come to an understanding that what drives them to behave purely by instinct isn't the best. It clouds reason and the need to be civilized and work together as a community. Our very nature forces us to be separate." He looked somewhat sad as he thought about it. "It's not a good thing. I think that if we continue to fall into line that our Omega and Alpha urges, continue to separate and think one person is better of another, we're going to destroy ourselves." Sighing deeply, he rubbed the spot between his eyes and above his nose, closing his eyes in the process. "And all the magic in the world isn't going to stop that."

“My family is in the human part of the city.” There was a nod and hesitation. “My father lost our wealth when I was younger and my sisters don’t know how to work. So it was up to me to make sure we survived.”

Feyre listened to Rhysand, watching him and wanting to believe what he believed in. She didn’t want to be owned or claimed just because she was an Omega. She wanted her freedom to do what she wanted and have a partner that believed in her. She hadn’t thought that was possible until today. Velaris was like a dream come true and she had only seen a little bit of it.

“Do you think because we are so separated that is why Omegas have stopped presenting so much?”

Pausing, he took his time to consider it before answering. "It's possible. Or it could be that whatever this is, the ABO gene, is no longer necessary and it's being bred out like the human appendix or wisdom teeth. What really keeps me up at night," he couldn't help but smirk a little, "is why is that a link between humans and fae? We've done so much to keep the socio-economic divide and yet it's that part that connects us to each other. Why?"

Realizing that this conversation was going to go no where, he shook his head. "I don't have the answers to that, either. It's all hypothetical. But I can't deny that there's some secret about all of this that has been going on for eons and either we've forgotten what it is, or never bothered to wonder why it's so."

“Maybe you’ll find the answers you’re looking for some day.” Feyre reached over and touched Rhysand’s arm, giving it a soft squeeze. She didn’t fully trust this Alpha but there was trust building between them. At least on her part.

A soft breeze caused Rhysand’s scent to waft her way and Feyre closed her eyes as she took it in. It had been surrounding her for hours and her will was weakening to it. “Lelah is right. You do smell good.”

The touch, the first one that was given freely, had him melting. A low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest as he rubbed his face with one hand just so he had something to do other than grab her. And then her soft words...He could easily just give in but that would make him no better than the people in Prythian. And he was better than them. He strived to be better than base instinct.

"You are too kind, Feyre darling." Sucking in a breath, drawing in her scent as well, he straightened up, half turning to face her. "I think, before you decide to go, you might want to work on resisting Alpha scents without suppressors. It can be done. Because as much as I want to bend you over this railing now, you should have the greater power." His voice dropped slightly on the last statement before he reigned himself in, offering his arm again. "We should get you home so you can rest." His home, of course. Not hers out in the human sector.

“You…” Feyre’s cheeks flushed a soft pink at his words and she felt her core melt with need at the idea of doing just that. Anyone could come across them. “You enjoy shocking me don’t you.”

She gave him a little shove, ignoring his offered arm, and brushed past him. “I’ve never been off suppressors. I’ve never had a proper heat. I don’t know if right now is a good time to try it.”

"Of course! I like the way you blush." The grin faded as she admitted to never being off suppressors, not minding how she bypassed his arm as he moved to follow her "You haven't?"

That wasn't good. That was downright dangerous. Never mind the potential fertility issues, there were other issues to consider. Like muscle build. And intolerance to scent. How old was she now? Rhys considered it but, she probably presented less than a decade ago. Had she really never been in a place safe enough? He didn't know which was worse.

"Is it really bad out there in the human sector?" His question was soft, almost worried sounding. And she trusted Tamlin to do the right thing? Never mind the rest of her family were betas. He didn't trust the ass to do anything useful.

“It’s really bad out there for… Omegas.” It was odd to admit it but there was no point in hiding it. Rhysand knew what she was. Everyone knew what she was. She hadn’t been back on suppressors long enough to hide it.

But it was actually really nice to talk about it and not have to worry that the High Lord would try and claim her. Or sell her off. Or whatever happened to poor Omegas.

“A downside of this place being a secret… Omegas don’t know it’s here.”

"It is a downside. Word can't get out because the other Alphas believe they have a right to the Omegas," he agreed with that. "And those people who have come here under asylum would be at risk. But, when we find Omegas at risk or being abused, we bring them here."

He walked with her, not even dismissing her case. Yes, it was mild compared to some others but that didn't make it any less valid.

"There are programs to help transition, even a few centers for those who go into heat and don't feel comfortable yet on their own or in their homes. We can do only so much. I hope that in the future, we can do more. But opening up this place to the general public? I can't put everyone else here at risk."

“No, I don’t blame you. This place is special and needs to be protected. I want Lelah to grow up not knowing the darkside of the world. She deserves that.” She would have loved to have a place like this when she presented. But that was in the past and she needed to figure out her future.

She wrapped her hand around Rhysand’s arm as they walked. “So why don’t you have an Omega?”

"I want that too." He smiled as he felt her hand slip into the crook of his arm. Soft and genuine that lit up his eyes. "Because I want an equal. Someone who can handle themselves with or without me. Someone who understands why, out in the rest of the world, I am the Dark Lord, the Prince of Nightmares. Someone who sees me here in this place."

He shook his head slightly. "I can't have someone like that. I don't want to risk them given the life I lead. Someone's always waiting for me to slip up and have a weakness. I can't ask anyone to bear that burden."

“That sounds like a pretty lonely way to live. So you’re never going to have an Omega?” She was curious about the tall dark male that was walking beside her. That and her inner Omega wanted more. It was hounding Feyre for more. To scent him and claim him. Her hand tightened on his arm as she pushed those thoughts down.

“What about a Beta?”

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