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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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This male was full of surprises. He seemed to be like nothing she had been told about. Which didn’t make any kind of sense. He got his reputation for a reason and yet here he was in a beautiful home, cooking dinner for her, a human.

“Feyre… you can call me Feyre and I’m not really hungry.” The suppressors messed with her body and Feyre never really felt hungry which she always considered a blessing. There wasn’t a lot of food to go around back home.

“Where are we? And don’t say your home. You know what I mean.” They weren’t in Prythian. She had no idea where they were. She hadn’t realized that the High Lords lived outside of the city.

"You should still eat," he cautioned lightly. "Perhaps try some."

Rhys didn't take it as a slight. Of course, there were many connotations about Alphas proving they could be providers by offering Omegas food but this wasn't the same. Not really, at any rate. He's made food for others in the past but he didn't feel the heavy meanings with them.

"This place," there was a pause as he looked around, thinking about how to word it. "Is a sanctuary. A secret sanctuary." Sharp eyes returned to her, serious and dark with warning. "This sanctuary is secret and unknown to the others. If anyone caught scent of this place..." Just thinking about what the others would do to his beloved city made him growl softly. Nothing had happened, of course, but the implication that something could happen almost had him pacing.

"This is Velaris. It has been a protected secret of my family line for centuries, warded and secreted away to the point where no one knows of its existence. And it will remain that way." His underlying threat was real this time. "You must promise that you will never breathe a word of it to anyone. Ever. People who come here seek refuge from the laws that Prythian believe to be just, no matter the person's status."

He should do something with his hands, prepare a salad. Yes, that would be useful. Rhys started doing that, working off some of his tension by tearing up the lettuce. "There's a reason why there is a shortage of Omegas out in Prythian, and it's not because they aren't being born."

Feyre’s back straightened at the sound of this powerful Alpha softly growling. She understood it as a threat and yet she felt her body react to it. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moving forward, closer to the High Lord, and the soft pain let her keep focus on his words.

She wouldn’t tell. If this was really a sanctuary for people then she wouldn’t ruin it for them.

The young human made a face at the implication that Rhysand was stealing Omegas away like he had just done with her. She didn’t like the thought of him with another Omega.

“So you have a harem of Omegas here? Steal them away and make them yours?”

His snort was sad in a way. He had made his facade well. He couldn't blame anyone for thinking he was some vile creature of the dark-not when he upheld that facade to keep Velaris safe.

"I'm an unmated, unbonded male."

The statement was clipped and succinct. He didn't look at her.

"The people who are here are those escaping the caste system that is imposed onto them just because of how they are born. Here, Alpha, Beta, and Omega have equal rights and are not considered chattel or should be 'owned' by anyone. If there are harems," he considered that a moment, "it is by their choice. It has taken many, many years to form this place, and it's not perfect everywhere, but one day...one day it can be."

“That’s… hard to believe.” Whether she was talking about the part where the High lord was unmated or the part where everyone is equal here, not even Feyre knew. A part of her hated that the High Lord wasn’t mated, wasn’t off the market, and yet her inner Omega was incredibly happy.

She slowly moved further into the kitchen, the smell of food was enticing but nothing like the powerful Alpha that stood before her. The urge to press herself against him was strong but for now Feyre was able to beat back her inner most urges.

“Do you bring every Omega to your home? Or is this a one night stay and I’ll be shipped off to a group home or something tomorrow?”

Every sense of his was aware of where she was in the room, how she moved, if she moved closer or further away. He remained where he was, still working on the lettuce, his movements slowing and pulling away from the jerky motions he had started with. Despite how delectable she was, maybe--

"No." The answer was quiet and sincere. He didn't bring everyone to his home. Normally, they were utterly terrified of him, mostly because of rumors he had carefully cultivated, sometimes of the fact he was unmated and the allure was too much for them. Rhys was secretly thrilled she was holding back as she was! The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk as he glanced at her. "Only Omegas that steal something precious to me."

That was a loaded statement. Was he talking about the ring or about--

Rhys turned slow and graceful back to the fridge to get the rest of the ingredients for the salad out, pausing a moment to gauge her reaction to him getting a knife to cut up carrots and other items.

“I will make sure to get blood everywhere if you decide to use that on me.” Feyre words were a lot braver than she felt when she spotted the High Lord with a sharp knife. She remembered the rumours, the warnings, and yet bringing her to his house to kill her would be very stupid. He no doubt would get away with it though.

Keeping her head held high and refusing to show any kind of doubt or fear, Feyre moved past him. She couldn’t stop herself from brushing against him as she moved past to the counter where he had been fusing with the salad.

She turned her back to the counter and with a little hop, she was sitting on it, a feet or two away from where he was working. She eyed the salad, trying to remember when was the last time she had anything fresh. It had been a very long time.

“So I’m your prisoner? Why is the ring so important? Is it an engagement ring? Are you courting an Omega?”

Shit, she just hopped up on the counter and--

Rhys continued to chop up the other veggies for the salad, taking extra time with the onions to counter the faint scent from her. Nothing showed on his face that she was tempting his Alpha way too much for his liking.

"Good thing I hire cleaners," he quipped back, throwing her a wry look. The barest touch on his back had shot lightening through his nerves and it was an act of will not to drop the knife and put her on the counter as she had put herself. Thoughts of ripping her pants away and planting her feet on the edge of that counter had him closing his eyes. He was better than all that. He did not give into his instinct like some animal driven to his urges with no rational thought ever. Not unless he was asked to do so. Nicely.

"You're not a prisoner unless you choose to label yourself as one," he started candidly, choosing to pick the easier question. The ring was a more delicate topic and after a contemplative look in her direction, decided that the truth was best.

"It was a gift from my mother. Before she and my sister were killed."

“Oh. I didn’t… I’m sorry.” Feyre now understood why the ring was so important to him and that made her feel awful. She should have taken something else but the ring had been so easy to pocket.

She watched him cut the vegetables for the salad that he was making for himself. She couldn’t help but reach over to steal a piece of carrot and pop it into her mouth. She made a soft noise at the fresh taste and stole another piece.

“Am I allowed to leave the house? And live somewhere else?”

With her apology, Rhys wanted to tell her everything right then and there but he didn't, his knife stilling as she snitched a piece of carrot. The sound she made after had him twitching in his pants. Continuing the chopping, he left a few more pieces for her before scraping the rest into the salad. "You didn't know," he said softly. Tamlin, on the other hand....

Getting back at him was not the priority now as he answered the next question, making quick work of cleaning the knife and cutting board to put them in the drying rack. "Yes, you're allowed to leave. If you wish to live somewhere else, that is also your choice. Bear in mind, though, that living somewhere else will require a job. A legal one," he added as a tease.

Chicken almost done, he busied himself around her, setting out place settings on the table along with glasses and utensils. Out went the giant bowl of salad and some dressing options before he returned. "You should get washed up." Not an order, but a coax. "Dirty hands near food?" There was the hint of a smile on his face as he waited for her response, trying to gauge how she reacted to that.

“A thief for higher is a legal job.” Even though she wasn’t hungry and was taking in the Alpha’s strong scent with each breath, she snacked on the pieces of carrots that Rhysand left. They were too good not to eat. Fresh and perfect bite size pieces.

She watched the High Lord move around her as he set the table for them. It caused his scent to drift over to her and her eyes started to get glassy again with need. She swallowed hard and licked her lips as she pushed down those urges.

Feyre made a face at his gentle order and showed him her hands. “They are clean. Nicked and that cut might need a bandage but they are clean.” But she slid off of the counter. “Where is the bathroom?”

Fiesty. He liked fiesty. Too many Alphas believed that a delicate, gentile, weak Omega was the best, but not him. Rhysand wanted someone who could be his equal. And despite what everyone else believed, Omegas could be as strong and assertive as any Alpha.

Rhysand gave her directions to the bathroom and he finished plating their meals, setting it all on the table and wondering if wine was the wisest thing. He had caught how she faltered and that might be concerning. If she had been on the suppressors for so long, going out, even in a place as safe as Velaris, could be problematic. Shit, even when he himself had taken one of the tabs, he still carried his scent and she was still reacting to it.

Another thing to ponder about. Later. When she returned, Feyre would find that he trusted her with proper cutlery, choosing to trust her. He perked up from his thoughts when she returned, gracing her with a little smile. "Ah, there you are, Feyre darling. Come, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?"

With one last look at Rhysand, Feyre went to find the bathroom. She missed him and was grateful for the space as she stepped into the small room. She blinked at the sight of her and then made a face. No wonder he asked her to wash up. She ran her hands through her hair and washed her face before she washed her hands. Taking a calm breath Feyre centered herself before she left and headed for the kitchen.

There was another face made at ‘Feyre darling’ before she moved to sit down at the table. The food smelled so good but she just wasn’t hungry.

“Water will be fine. Should I be expecting anyone to show up? Or is it just us?”

While noting she wasn't making any moves to eat, he didn't say anything about it. It had to be her choice to stop the steady diet of suppressors and choose real food. Though by how she was acting in his presence, he had a feeling the suppressors, no matter the quality, was going to decide for her sooner than later.

The way her face scrunched up at his pet name for her had his eyes sparkling with mirth, the smile genuine on his lips. He was going to do it as many times as he could.

"I don't believe so. My brothers are out and my cousin is...somewhere," he pondered where Mor could be. He had mentioned that he was going to go get the ring back, but that had been hours ago.

He was quickly reminded of where his cousin was when the front door slammed open and a female's voice shot out. "Rhys! You're late! Did you get--oh. Oh~." She was pretty blond with warm eyes and well-muscled under her tunic sweater and leggings. "You didn't say you were bringing her here, Rhys."

"You didn't ask," Rhysand quipped, popping a bite of chicken in his mouth. "What am I late for?"

"The Party," she growled out but continued to grin at Feyre, bounding over to her. "Ignore that idiot, he's all bark, no bite. I'm Mor! It's lovely to meet you, he's told us that you managed to get under Az's security detail and that's impressive!" She gasped suddenly as if she had a genius thought. "You should come to the party, too! Everyone's going to welcome you. Polena," she canted back in Rhys' direction, "had invited the inner circle to this, considering this is for her only granddaughter. And some of the other children also presented so it's become sort of a street wide thing. To which Rhysand apparently forgot because there's a pretty girl in his house."

The chide had Rhysand looking very much caught as he feigned innocence. "I had been busy, Mor-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your ass up and get moving. I'll get the food packed up." And then she was back, facing Feyre, giving her a critical eye. "You are wholly underdressed for that, though. But you're about my size, I think we can find something for you. My room's upstairs." It was a hint, a big one, for Feyre to come with her. But Mor stood there, grinning, nearly bouncing on her heels, waiting for Feyre to decide. Meanwhile, she was still verbally pushing Rhys around and he took it easily. Mor had no scent on her like she was a bigger Alpha, though, and the High Lord was looking more and more like a chastised puppy than some big, growly, dominating beast.

The moment the door slammed opened and a loud voice sounded, Feyre's survival instinct kicked in. She grabbed the closest thing that was a weapon which was her knife and moved to put her back against something solid that wouldn’t attack her. She looked at the beautiful blonde with wide eyes, knife in her hand.

“I… what?” Her heart was racing and her scent overpowered any suppressor that was in her body as she looked between the two. They definitely weren’t acting within any kind of hierarchy that she had seen before. The High Lord was THE Alpha and yet this stunning blonde woman was ordering him around like he is a Beta or worse an Omega.

“A party? I…” A lot had happened within the last 24 hours and Feyre paled a little at the thought of dealing with a crowd on her own. But how do you turn down an Alpha?

Mor completely ignored Feyre's defensive response, still waited for the human to settle down. "Not just any party. A presentation party! They're so fun with all these games and the food is to die for! Tell me you never had one."

"Mor," Rhys murmured softly even though he was in the process of at least putting food in the fridge.

"You've...you've never been to a presentation party? Like, ever?" That seemed to be the biggest travesty in the history of Prythian and Mor gasped, both her hands clutched together and pressed to her chest. "Oh, hun...that place is vile. And so is Rhysand," she canted again, turning her head over towards him, "for not explaining everything. Unless you're not staying. Why wouldn't you stay?" She worked to settle her energy now, softening more. "Which is probably why my excitement is so startling. Come with us. You need to see it's not bad here. And that the caste system shouldn't be so... rigid."

Feyre looked to Rhysand for help against this vibrant excited woman even as she still clutched the knife in her hand. She was curious about how this place worked, if what they told her was the truth, but the thoughts of people and the crowd. She knew she was giving off faint Omega scents even with the suppressor she had taken in the car. She wouldn’t be reacting to Rhysand like she was if she wasn’t.

“I won’t be staying. I have family back in Prythian that I need to take care of.” She lowered the knife but kept a firm grip on it. “Once I get the pushy Dark Lord’s ring back I’ll be free.”

"Oh." Mor looked deflated for a moment and then caught onto the other detail. "Rhys' ring? Which--"

"She stole the ring," Rhysand contributed, closing the refrigerator door and standing to look at both women. "She retrieves the item she stole for the Spring Court, and then she is free to do whatever she wishes. If she doesn't help, then she can see what mercy the Tribunal has for her". Which was nothing. Rhysand knew that all too well and Tamlin was such a fucking push over for them."

That had Mor sobering even more as she bit her lip in thought. "Well. If you're planning for the future, you should see how Velaris is. Hear some of the others' stories so you can decide for yourself where you want to be. And your family. In the human sector, I take it? There'd be room for them, too."

Rhysand, oddly enough, did not correct Mor in her veiled suggestion. "If I'm late for this party, Morrigan, you're holding us up even more." There was no hurry with him, no rush to take charge in the matter, just cool aloofness while he flicked off a speck of nothing on his shirt.

"Ah yes! The party." She held out her hand to Feyre. "You can keep the knife, too, if it helps. Just don't be surprised if people wonder why you have a kitchen knife with you and not a dagger." That dazzling smile was back along with a hopeful look in Mor's eyes. Hoping she was getting a new friend out of all of this.

“I have a feeling when it comes to you that you don’t get told no a whole lot.” It felt like Feyre didn’t have a choice in the matter and the High Lord wasn’t saying anything. She took in a deep breath which was a mistake because it just filled her lungs with Rhysand’s soft scent.

“Fine. Okay. I’ll go.” She moved forward to put the knife back on the table before she carefully took Mor’s hand. She had never been to a presentation before though she had seen many on tv. The young human was curious what one would be like in this so-called perfect place.

"Me?" Mor feigned innocence as she took Feyre's hand, the grip warm and welcoming. "I'm told no plenty of times. I just don't care," she added with a conspiring smirk. "Come on, I think blue would look good on you." The female tugged Feyre up the stairs to her room which was much like the rest of the house: cozy and lived in.

Once up there, she went through her wardrobe, picking this and that, chatting constantly about nothing really substantial and then found. "Ah. Here we go." A simple blue dress with a slightly flaired skirt. It carried the same hue as the sapphire ring Feyre stole. "What do you think of this one? It brings out the color of your eyes. Have you always been on the other side of Prythian? Must be like a prison, having to conform to all the rules and expectations of how you should behave. And they must not like food there. And let me tell you, Az was so mad when you got in, he stewed about it for days!"

From downstairs, Rhys called up. "I thought you said we were late, Mor!"

Feyre let Mor chatter on, trying not to smile at the beautiful blonde’s energetic attitude to everything. She was starting to understand why it was hard for anyone to say no to her. She nodded her head at the dress. She thought it was beautiful but didn’t think she would pull it off. But Feyre didn’t want to be going through someone else's wardrobe all night.

“I’ve never left the city until now…” She took the dress and moved behind a privacy partition and started to change. “So you live here all the time? You don’t go to Prythian?”

"For the most part. On occassion I do have to visit the Court of Nightmares--which is the other half of this court that Rhys runs. But Velaris is my home." She glossed over the unpleasantness of the Hewn City as easily as one swept dirt off a porch. "And Prythian? I go there when I need to as emmisary but it's not any place I like to go to. I have to act a certain way in order to be recognized that I'm supposed to be there as a representation of Rhysand and let me tell you," she lowered her voice as if she was conspiring, "that the big scary bums don't take kindly to any beta having any sort of power. Which is ridiculous, by the way! They think that the world wouldn't turn without their presence and that is hilarious. They all need to have a few ego points knocked off them."

As she spoke, she was already placing some jewelry out, thinking that perhaps just a little blush would be sufficient for the night. "Rhys believes that the world is out of balance because of the power struggles. And I don't think he's wrong in that thought, either."

“I’ve never met a Beta with so much political power and that is normal here?” It was so hard to believe for Feyre who grew up in a world where Betas did everything but Alphas held all the power. Not to mention how Omegas were basically owned like pets.

Feeling a bit more clear headed now that she wasn’t near Rhysand, Feyre stepped out from behind the partition in the dress.

“Are you sure about this dress?”

"I'm Rhys' cousin and second in command to his territory," Mor explained. "My...parents," the term seemed hesitant, or was that disdain? on Mor's lips, "watch over the Court of Nightmares which is what the general public is familiar with." Turning to look at Feyre in the dress, she beamed, clapping her hands together. There were some spots here and there that gaped slightly, but that was a muscle thing more than anything else. Otherwise, the dress looked perfect in her eyes. "Oh, definitely yes! You look subtly stunning." The jewelry was a string of dark colored pearls that threw blues and greens depending on how the light caught them, complete with drop earrings of the same material. "Hair down or up--probably down, hmm?" With a little more fussing, Mor deemed her ready and quickly slipped into a dress of her own, bright red to match her lipstick and own jewelry. Looping a hand through Feyre's arm, she was all set to lead her down to the main floor where Rhysand waited.

And Rhys was dutifully waiting, doing something with his phone, leaning back against the counter. Once he heard his cousin's voice, he pocketed the phone and looked up. There was a flash of stunned silence on his face before he smiled, covering his reaction to Feyre. Should he compliment her? Should he play it cool? He didn't know.

Mor wrinkled her nose at Rhys. "Yes, she's pretty. Now let's go." The female instantly looped her other hand in Rhys' arm, becoming a buffer between the two. "I'm sure they've already greeted everyone who was invited."

The location of the party was a few blocks away where there were a multitude of shops and eateries with one building lit up with the sounds of laughter and music coming from it. There was also a multitude of scents which included food and scents of Omega and Alpha coming from it.

Feyre protested at the sight of jewelry but Mor was Mor and the young Omega was done up properly. She couldn’t help but wonder what the High Lord would think of her and as soon as she thought that, Feyre pushed that thought out of her mind. She shouldn’t care what he thought. Or what any Alpha thought.

Even though that thought was going through her head as she stepped into view, Feyre couldn’t help but blush at the stunned silence that was on the High Lord’s face. Trying to cover it up, Feyre rolled her eyes and let Mor lead her out the door.

“Do you go to every presentation or is this one special?” Feyre was curious even if she was nervous as they drew closer to the sound of music and fun.

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this was lovely to come home to after the day I've had!

I'm glad I could make your day better!

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