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The night air was cool as you stepped out of the bar, your friends’ arms linked with yours as you began walking to your dorm.

The three of you had just finished your finals five hours ago, with three of those hours spent pounding shots and dancing together before you’d started feeling slightly dizzy.

So now the three of you were walking home, and thankfully you had your two friends to help keep you from stumbling.

Or that’s what you’d thought, until you reached a stoplight and they unlinked their arms from yours for a moment, the two of them locking hands and cheering over something that you hadn’t quite caught.

The walk light came on and you took your first step, then your second, but it wasn’t until your third that your stupidly high heel caught on an uneven patch of pavement, sending you tumbling towards the floor.

A flash of heat and pain ran through your palms and knees as you caught yourself, just barely keeping your head from bonking off of the pavement.

You expected to hear your friends giggling, and maybe their hands grasping your arms to yank you to your feet and get you out of the intersection.

What you didn’t expect…

Was silence.

You looked up from where you’d landed, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them a few times, confused.

Where…? Where were you?

Where were your friends?

Where was the bar you had just been inside?!

You had to be far more drunk than you’d thought, or maybe someone had slipped you something, and that was why you’d been so dizzy?

But none of it made sense, it wouldn’t make sense that you went from being in the middle of a well lit intersection…

To being in a bland, yellow corridor, completely alone.

You rolled off of your knees and onto your rear, taking stock of your injuries with your still-spinning vision. Your palms were completely wrecked, tiny rivulets of blood dripping from the ripped skin, down your wrists and forearms. And your knees… They were just as bad, a renewed sting with every movement, blood trickling down your shins.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked at the injuries, your lower lip wobbling. You sniffled and turned your eyes to your surroundings instead- surely you just tripped and got turned around or something, right? Maybe you stumbled through a door?

But there was nothing that resembled a door around you, just identical yellow walls for as far as you could see, with occasional breaks for other hallways to join to the one you were in.

You groaned loudly and fell back against the floor, wishing your hands were unharmed so you could pull at your hair. How had you managed to get so thoroughly lost?! The tears finally fell from your eyes, rolling into your hair as you let yourself cry for a couple minutes.

Until you heard a noise from somewhere behind you, your eyes flying open in fear as you bolted upright and looked behind you, only to see… Nothing different.

Great, I’ve been lost two minutes and I’m already paranoid and hallucinating, you groaned to yourself as you forced your body up, being mindful of the way pain bit at your knees with every movement.

As much as you’d like to lay down and cry for the rest of the night, you wanted to do it in your bed, not in this creepy hallway.

And to get to your bed, you needed to figure out how the hell you got here.

You flipped your head to the right, then the left, trying to decide which way you should go. You had fallen towards the side of the corridor now to your left so… Maybe you had come from your right?

A sigh left your lips.

Things couldn’t get much worse, could they?

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You’d been walking for what felt like hours now, your heels long since stripped off of your feet and dangling by their straps from your left hand. The floor beneath you was rough, but it was better than twisting your ankle for a fourth time, or god forbid spraining or breaking it while you’re stuck… Wherever it is that you’re stuck.

So far you’d come across no doorways, windows, or signs of life. Only other hallways that linked to the one you’d been following, with you only taking a turn when you had no other options. It was strange, how the walls and floors seemed clean enough of dust, and the hallways were all generously lit, with not a single lightbulb burnt out.

Surely you’d find someone soon, right?

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You estimated that it was two hours later when you felt it- a pair of eyes lingering on your back.

Or at least, you thought you did.

When you turned around, there was nothing there, nobody was watching you.

But you couldn’t shake that feeling, even as your pace began to slow, your adrenaline and alcohol fueled energy running out quickly, especially as your mouth started to feel dry.

Every few minutes you risked a glance behind you, just to be sure that you were alone.

Soon enough though, you needed to rest. Or at least sit, give your muscles a break for a couple of minutes. You kept your eyes searching for a small closet or cubby-like area for you to curl up in, but after another few minutes of the same smooth walls, you sighed and pressed your back to one of them, letting your body slide down it.

The concrete beneath you was cold, the short and thin material of your dress doing little to keep you warm in this confusing place. You laid your shoes next to you then stretched out, a yawn breaking from your lips as you did so.

Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, really, for you to take a quick nap? Then you would feel more refreshed, and ready to find your way home.

You’d close your eyes for a few minutes… Just a few minutes.

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You startled awake some time later, your body shaking from the cold. Your surroundings were so unfamiliar, so strange-

And it all came rushing back, how you’d been with your friends and then tripped, or something, and ended up in this yellow hellscape that had no exit.

Your head was pounding from your hangover, and you wished you had a glass of water to help with it.

As it was, you’d be lucky to get even a drop.

A few minutes passed with your head in your hands, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes. Eventually you forced yourself from the ground, grabbing your heels and dangling them from your right hand.

Your eyes darted between the two directions the hallway stretched into, and you thought that you’d come from the left… But you weren’t sure.

Everything looked the same.

You sighed and started walking to the right, hoping that you’d run across another person that could help you soon, or an exit if you were extremely lucky.

The concrete beneath you sucked all warmth from your feet as you walked, and walked, and walked. This place seemed to go on forever, though how that could be possible, you weren’t sure.

You’d been walking for a while, having passed at least a dozen intersecting corridors when you heard a scraping noise behind you. Instinctively you looked toward the noise, eyes going wide when they landed on a towering figure with decaying, leathery wings, the clawed tips of one scraping against the wall it was near. It let out a horrific screech when it noticed your gaze, a sound between metal shredding and a bloodcurdling scream causing you to freeze in your tracks.

Until it began running at you, it’s long limbs carrying it towards you quickly.

You let out a scream and began sprinting forward, running as quickly as you could for the next corner that you could run down, hoping beyond hope that there would be somewhere you could hide, or more turns to help you lose whatever the hell was chasing you.

Fear and adrenaline overtook you completely as you rounded the corner, only to be met with another long hallway, though you could see that it forked a ways ahead.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself as you risked a glance behind you, your heart stuttering when you saw the creature still following, though you might have gained a bit of ground on it.

You still had your heels clutched in your hand, so if it came down to it… Maybe you could jam one into each eye and kill the damn thing.

As though it wouldn’t be able to kill you the moment you were in shoe-using range.

Your lungs were beginning to ache as you closed in on the fork in the hallway, the sides of your calves burning as you kept pushing forward.

Which one, which one?

The fork to your left was brightly lit, though it looked to go on with no end in sight, or any breaks in the wall that you could see from here.

And the fork to the right was darker, almost like there was black smoke pouring from further down the hallway, and you could only see a few lights along the ceiling.

Almost anything could be lurking in there, even another of the disgusting creature chasing after you, with no sign of slowing, unlike your own body that was so unaccustomed to running for more than a few blocks.

The left it was, then.

You might die, but at least you would be able to see death coming for you.

You veered to the left as you hit the fork, staying close to the wall in hopes that the creature behind you was dumber than rocks, and decided to take the right fork instead.

Your eyes kept searching the walls in front of you, each pass hoping that you would find a small doorway, or crack to shove yourself into so you could let the monster pass by, and head in the opposite fucking direction.

You risked another glance over your shoulder, the creature still following behind you, almost at the fork in the hallway- its eyes were still locked on your form. So much for it being dumb as hell…

Your focus returned to the never-ending yellow walls and concrete stretching in front of you, your breathing ragged as your lungs burned from the effort of keeping you going.

There! There was a small break in the wall to your right, looking just big enough for you to wedge yourself inside, hopefully covering you from the monster’s sight. You flung yourself inside, squeezing between identical walls and going as far forward as you could into the opening.

You tried your best to slow your breathing and racing heart, keeping yourself from making too much noise as you were finally given a moment’s reprieve, even if you may still get eaten if the creature noticed where you had hidden yourself.

Time moved slowly as you waited to either hear the creature run past your hiding spot, or reveal itself in the small opening in front of you.

But neither came.

After what you would guess was ten minutes, ten whole minutes of fear flowing through your veins, you let out a breath of relief. Maybe… Maybe you had actually outsmarted the monstrosity? You waited another minute before you let yourself move, slowly peeling yourself from the corner you’d shoved yourself in, small steps carrying you to the break in the walls that you had slid through. It took you another minute to peek your head out, looking down both sides of the hallway, your eyes met only with yellow walls and concrete floors, no sign of the winged creature that had been following you.

A heavy breath left you, and tears welled in your eyes. Now that you were safe, however momentarily, you felt the overwhelming fear wash over you, and the pain of your now scraped raw feet. You slid to the floor and buried your face in your hands as you allowed yourself to sob for a minute.

You just didn’t understand. How was all of this happening to you?!

You may have been able to rationalize it as a drug trip last night, but today? Waking up, still in this place? It just didn’t make any sense to you.

But it had to be real, at this point. You just couldn’t fathom how.

Once your tears had slowed, you forced yourself to look at your surroundings again, noticing that to your left, where you’d come from, the hallway past the fork was darkened now, similarly to how the hallway you hadn’t taken had looked.

Weird.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the backs of your hands, and forced yourself to stand. Your feet were aching even more, now that they’d had a chance to rest and have no pressure on them, but you didn’t have much of a choice to rest, not with dangerous creatures on the loose.

Continuing onward in the direction you’d been going, a heel dangling from each hand, you winced with each step, waiting for your feet to go numb to the pain.

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You were starving, and parched beyond belief when you came across another break in the wall, deep enough for you to be out of sight while stretching out your legs.

Still, you’d seen no sign of human life, though you’d heard plenty of noises behind you that sounded suspiciously like footsteps, but whenever you’d looked, nothing was there. And you’d also had no luck in finding water or food, much to your dismay.

At this point, you might run out of strength before you found your way home, or at least outside again.

You let out a huffy breath as you turned on your side, using one of your arms as a pillow and bringing your legs to your chest. If you’d known you would be stuck in a never-ending series of corridors, you’d have worn a warmer outfit, or at least comfortable shoes.

Of course, you never would have guessed that you would be lost and alone, rapidly losing hope of finding your way to true safety.

You eventually drifted off, sleeping fitfully until you snapped awake.

Something was on you.

You looked down to see a… blanket? No, a cloak? A cloak, made of fur draped over your form.

Your eyes went wide as you looked around the nook you’d gone to sleep in, finding yourself alone, but… This was a concerning development.

Someone, or something had been in close quarters with you, and left something behind. The cloak had been placed carefully over you, it seemed, as it covered every part of you besides your head, keeping your body heat trapped against you nicely.

You shivered as you looked at the fur cloak, dread sinking into your bones.

Was something watching you?

You didn’t waste another minute as you stood, stretching your limbs and wincing as your feet lit up with pain, still raw and aching from your journey yesterday. You almost left the cloak behind… But without it, you were feeling the chill of your surrounding even more, and you were uncomfortable enough as it was without feeling cold.

So you wrapped the fur around your shoulders, letting the hood fall across your back as you fastened the smoothed fang of something into the hole cut through the other side of the cloak. It was a bit long on you, dragging along the floor as you walked and absolutely drowning you in the material, but you felt warm for the first time in a day and a half, or however long you’d been stuck here.

You still held your heels in your hand, as useless as they might be, just in case you needed to distract something, or try to fight back, or… Well, they were just a reminder that you had been having a perfectly normal night.

Your journey continued on sore feet as you left the nook you’d slept in, carrying on in the way you had been going before you slept.

The only changes in your surroundings had started late last night, as the walls began looking more and more decrepit as you went on, with square chunks taken out of the ceiling that made no sense, or holes in the wall that looked to go on the same as the intersecting corridors, never ending.

Today, you pace was even slower, the toll of not having any food or drink yesterday leaving you drained of energy and motivation to continue on, knowing that more likely than not you were going to rot in this endless yellow hellscape.

You took random turns, hardly paying attention to where you were going, and far more concerned with the footsteps that you continued to hear behind you, sounding closer than ever. Yet still, when you looked, there was no one and nothing there.

Your mind had to be playing tricks on you at this point, between the dehydration and absurdity of the situation you were in. You hardly looked back to check behind you now, it was only when you remembered the sheer surge of terror that the horrific monster that had chased you had caused that you dared to look, shaking your head when every time, you were met with the same empty hallway that you had just walked through.

Soon, though, you came across something that had hope blooming in your chest.

Plants.

There was a patch of wall ahead of you that had a green, leafy vine crawling across it, dotted with clusters of little berries. Your mouth watered as you approached the plant, a hand reaching out to grasp the vine and pluck the berries from it, only for the plant to turn to ash at your touch.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to pick another cluster, only for the same thing to happen, green life turning to gray death in your hold. Tears pricked your eyes as you tried the last cluster, your fingers just managing to grasp a berry before it, too, turned to ash under your touch.

“Fuck!” You yelled, your frustration getting the better of you as tears trickled from your eyes. You needed those berries, the water they held.

But you were left with nothing, hope turning to ash in your chest as you turned away from the wall, slowly walking away.

You made yourself keep walking, even as you wondered what the point was. You’d been trying for the better part of two days now to find your way out of here, with no sign of progress or a reason to believe that you would ever leave this place.

Eventually you grew tired enough that you found yet another small nook to curl yourself into for the night, your cloak wrapped tightly around you as you curled into a ball, letting yourself sob quietly as you fell asleep.

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You awoke with a start, your heart hammering as you shot up from the floor.

There was nothing out of the ordinary - well, the new ordinary - around you, except…

A pair of slippers, made of matching fur to the cloak you were wrapped in.

You blinked at the shoes, dumbfounded as to how they were in front of you. Something had to be following you, at this point.

But you were too tired and exhausted to care, seeing as whatever it was had only been near you while you were sleeping. Though you supposed that you should care more with that being the case but…

Again, tired and exhausted.

Your throat ached with each breath you drew into your lungs, your stomach clenching painfully around nothing as you pulled the soft slippers over your wounded feet, sighing at how nice the material felt against them.

You made yourself stand on shaky legs, your vision swirling in front of you as you braced your hands on a wall, steadying yourself. A deep breath in, and out, and you determined that you could go on. You bent to grab your heels, letting them dangle by the straps from your left hand as you left your little alcove.

Walking was a slow process today, your muscles protesting against every movement, lungs burning with each inhale and exhale.

Surely today would be the day, wouldn’t it? You’d been down here for almost three, with no water at all. And if it wasn’t water, well, if anything like that creature stumbled across you again, you would be done for.

Your eyes welled with tears as you wallowed in your misery, wishing that you would wake up in your bed with an extremely bad hangover, safe and sound.

But that didn’t happen.

No, instead, you were left to walk and walk, taking whatever turns presented themselves to you as you took yourself further in the labyrinth of nearly identical hallways, all of your energy draining into the cold concrete and yellow walls that surrounded you.

You reached a point that you could hardly walk, your joints locking up as your lungs struggled to draw in breath, and you allowed yourself to slide down against a wall, telling yourself that you would rest for only a few minutes, and then you would start moving again.

Just a few minutes, you whispered to yourself as you pulled the fur cloak in against you tightly, your head leaning back against the wall.

Your breathing was heavy as you began to drift off, jolting awake every so often and looking around, only for your eyes to fall shut again, your body desperate for any rest it could take.

Your eyes fluttered open once more, this time met with a sight that had you wide awake in an instant.

A winged man, clawed talons extending from the joints of the black leather, similarly to the monster you’d run from before, his violet eyes burning brightly, even from across the hallway. Your eyes went wide, flicking between the man and a woman, stood to his right. She had no wings, but her blue eyes glowed brightly, dangerously, as they stayed locked on your form, unblinking.

Heart in high gear, you attempted to stand from your spot on the ground, only to collapse back to where you’d been sitting as your legs gave out, a groan of pain slipping from your lips.

In an instant, the two were in front of you, faster than you could comprehend. Your body was pressed tightly to the wall, and you flinched at every movement that they made.

The woman extended a hand towards you, her palm cupping your cheek and following as you moved away from her touch, only to have your other cheek pressed into the man’s hand.

What the fuck is happening?

You didn’t have long to contemplate it before your vision went dark, your last sight being that of two sets of glowing eyes, staring down at you with… Worry?

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You woke with hands gently working over your feet and knees, pressure soft enough to not aggravate your wounds any further.

Pressure didn’t concern you.

It was the hands.

Your eyes flew open as you recoiled from them, landing on the strange pair of people you had seen before you had passed out.

“Good morning, darling,” the man said, his voice slipping into your ears pleasantly. “Lay still and let us finish up.”

You did not stay still, instead pulling yourself against the wall behind you, your hurt palms scraping against the fabric beneath you painfully. You stayed silent as you pulled your legs into your chest and wrapped your arms around them, mindful of your wrecked knees.

It wasn’t lost on you that you were in a different dress now, this one made of a soft fur, similar to the cloak you’d been wearing - which you now assumed the couple in front of you had left for you.

Your eyes stayed locked on the pair, flinching if they dared to move closer to you.

It was hard, though, keeping your eyes open and focused. You were still weakened from your lack of food and water, even with the rest you’d gotten while they dragged you to… A different part of the yellow hallways.

The woman sighed and sat back, exchanging a look with the man who then did the same.

“What’s your name, love?” She asked, blue eyes staring intently at you.

You didn’t answer.

Why would you give strangers who abducted you your name?

Her eyes narrowed slightly for a moment before she stood, turning away from you and walking to the other side of the room they’d brought you to.

Your gaze flicked between her and the male, doing your best to stay alert even as your eyelids grew heavy again. The room you were in had the same yellow colored walls and concrete floors, but unlike the hallways you’d wandered listlessly through for the past three days, it was furnished comfortably.

You were sitting on a mound of plush furs that looked big enough for five people, plenty of extras piled nearby to act as blankets. The woman had stepped away to what looked like a kitchen, and you heard the heavenly sound of water being poured from her direction, the dryness of your throat becoming more pressing at the noise.

You had just realized there was a bathtub to your left when the woman returned to the mound of furs, a mug in her right hand and a plate in her left, piled high with fruits and smoked meats.

Your body leaned forward without your permission, eyes locked on the clear liquid within the mug she held.

“Tell us your name, and you can have all the water you want,” the woman said, a sweet smile on her lips as she waved the mug in front of your face.

Tell them your name and drink… Or don’t tell them your name and pass out again.

But what would they ask for in exchange for food?

“Y/N,” you whispered, throat scratching uncomfortably as you did. You held your hands out for the mug, expecting for her to pass it over to your hold.

Instead, she kneeled in front of you and brought the lip of the mug to your lips, tilting it so you could drink, your nose scrunching as you were forced to let her help you. But the water was cool and tasted clean, wetting your dried throat nicely.

She pulled the mug away once you had drank all of it, your eyes shutting for a moment as you felt the relief of finally having water in your system again. “Good girl,” she said softly, reaching a hand out to touch your face, you flinching back before she could touch you. She huffed out a breath but withdrew her hand. “My name is Feyre, and this is Rhys,” Feyre said, patting the winged male on the thigh.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Rhys purred, his eyes roving over your form. “If you agree to let us take care of your wounds, you can eat as much as you want, darling.”

Your stomach rumbled at the thought of eating the food Feyre had brought over, the idea of eating any food at all. Though the thought of allowing them to touch you, especially where you’re hurt, was entirely unappealing.

It was the same situation as the water, though. You didn’t have much of a choice, and you were certain that the pair of them could manage to pin you down while doing whatever wound care they were planning on.

You nodded your head shakily, still flinching at the way their hands were on you in an instant, each of them taking hold of a foot and lifting it in the air slightly to assess the damage. Their touch was as gentle as it had been when you woke, fingers just barely ghosted over your torn skin.

They worked in silence, applying a salve from a wooden jar over the hurt, then tucking each foot into a thin sock made of buttery soft leather before moving onto your knees, repeating the process of looking over the wound, then applying the salve to it. Your hands were taken care of last, shaking in the hold of the two people now sitting so very close to you, Rhys’s large, leather wings blocking your view of everything but them.

“We’re not going to hurt you, you know,” Feyre said softly as she finished coating your palm in the salve. “You must have been scared, being stuck down here.”

You merely blinked at her in response, unwilling to communicate more than you needed to. After all, there was no freedom in this situation for you.

“That Attor certainly gave you a scare, hm?” Rhys asked as he used a cloth to clean his and Feyre’s fingers of the salve, tossing it into a bucket near the bathtub to your left. “We took great pleasure in tearing that one apart, don’t you worry darling.”

You shivered at the insinuation that the two of them were more powerful than the mysterious, deadly seeming creature that you’d been chased by, as well as the reminder of said experience.

“And we’ll take care of anything else that dares to come after you,” Feyre said with surety, her hands plucking a bunch of grapes from the plate and tearing one from its stem. She offered it to you by pressing it to your lips, to which you reluctantly opened, taking the grape into your mouth. The moment you bit into the grape, you felt awake, the world turning brighter as its tart flavor burst across your tongue. “Good?” Feyre asked, her lips turned up into a pretty smile as her eyes locked on your mouth.

You nodded without thinking, a slight flush spreading across your cheeks when Rhys plucked a grape from Feyre’s hands, pressing it against your lips in the same way she had. You ate that one as well, the flush on your cheeks growing as warmth spread through you, your eyes shutting for a brief moment as it did.

Then you remembered where you were.

Feyre and Rhys were still sat in front of you, matching cheshire grins on their faces as they watched you. Your eyes flicked down to the grapes still in Feyre’s hands, your mouth watering as your stomach rumbled, ready for more.

They fed you slowly, and at one point Rhys stood to get more water for you, lifting the mug to your lips and helping you drink as Feyre had earlier, the lack of action making you feel useless.

Or worse, like you would owe them.

But eventually the plate was empty, and you’d drank four satisfying glasses of cool water, your stomach near bursting and your throat feeling comfortable once again.

The energy you’d felt from those first few bites had long since waned, your body crying out for more sleep as you fought to keep your eyes open on the strange pair in front of you, their motives still suspect in your eyes.

But you weren’t able to fight as Rhys repositioned you effortlessly, laying you down in the middle of the bed of furs with a small bundle nestled underneath your neck. Feyre laid down next to you, her body heat pleasant but unwanted as she wrapped an arm around your torso, a leg slinging over one of yours, ever mindful of the wounds on your knees. Rhys followed next, pulling layer after layer of furs over the three of you until he settled down. One muscled arm snaked around the both of you, one wing covering the entirety of your and Feyre’s upper halves, blocking out the ever present lighting of the space you’d found yourself trapped in.

They smell nice, at least, you thought to yourself as you picked up hints of citrus and jasmine, a soft and pleasant blend that, strangely enough, had you relaxing in their hold.

“Sleep well, little omega,” Feyre whispered as you were nearly asleep, your brain catching slightly on the last word.

Omega?

That was a question you could focus on when you woke, right now…

Right now you were warm, and safer than you’d been in days, so long as Feyre had been telling the truth about not hurting you. Warm, full, hydrated.

And above all else, exhausted.

You fell asleep feeling gentle fingers stroking across the skin of your thighs, the soft puffs of breath on your neck.

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Being nestled between two people was not how you’d expected to wake up, but then again, life the past few days had been anything but expected.

You managed to slowly wiggle your way out from between them - Rhys and Feyre, your mind supplied - without waking them, careful not to rub your palms on the furs below you. Once you were free of them, you stood and assessed your body.

Your feet were still sore, but not nearly as bad as the last time you’d been standing, and paired with the soft leather socks, you were certain that you could make it a good distance away from here before they started to ache terribly. The pain in your knees was nearly gone now, and when you gave them a quick glance, the skin was mostly healed already - a far cry from how they’d looked the last time you set eyes on them. The scrapes on your hands were only patches of pink, raw skin now, stiff but able to grab the doorknob that would lead you to freedom.

As you carefully opened the one door in the room, you risked a look back at the sleeping couple, the empty space between them sending a pang of… something to your heart. You turned away from them and to the room that lay before you, shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could. The same yellow walls greeted you, though this room had five doors, six if you included the one that you had passed through.

It was furnished well, with couches covered in furs and a low table between them in front of you, as well as a large wooden dining table with matching chairs and a nicely sized kitchen towards your right. Four of the doors in front of you were slightly cracked, with only one being closed completely.

Surely they would be more likely to close the door that leads to the rest of this place, right? You thought to yourself as you snuck towards the closed door, over to your left. The door swung openly silently, and you shut it slowly before looking into the hallways before you.

There were three paths that you could take. Three identical, endless hallways.

Seeing as you had no idea which direction they’d brought you from, you also had no idea which direction might lead out of here. A sigh left your lips, and you began walking to your right.

The hallways were the same as they had been before you’d been abducted, yellow walls with concrete floors, though as you went further from the relative safety you’d been in, more decay began showing in your surroundings. The concrete grew rougher, and cracks appeared in the wallpaper, whose color you knew would make you sick for the rest of your life, if you ever escaped from here.

With the state of the floors, you were grateful for the soft socks on your feet, though you did feel the tiniest bit bad for taking them with you, likely for them to be ruined by your journey. Your soft fur dress was a welcome comfort as well, its hem falling to your knees and sleeves reaching halfway down your forearms, keeping you much warmer from the chill of the hallways than your skimpy party dress had.

You were sad that you hadn’t looked for your heels, or something else that you would be able to use as a weapon if the situation called for it, but you’d had a feeling that taking any extra time in the couple’s den would have lead to you getting caught by them.

As it was, you carried on at a steady pace, though you knew you were still weakened from your previous days of having no food or water.

Water.

Oh, you would miss having water. But being free? That was far more important.

You took whatever turns you could in an effort to not be found by Feyre or Rhys, though you had a strange feeling on the back of your neck already, like you were being watched. Resisting the urge to look behind you, you trudged onwards, nose wrinkling when your stomach growled loudly.

Maybe you would stumble across something to eat soon, some berries that wouldn’t turn to ash the moment you touched them.

The hallways stretched on endlessly in all directions, each one so similar to the last that you thought you may be going in circles, if not for your newest discovery.

In front of you was a courtyard - well, below you was a courtyard, a large grassy area in the shape of a square, with a concrete pathway running through it diagonally. While the sight may have comforted you if you were able to run your fingers through the soft greenery, it had the opposite effect from where you were standing.

Ten stories above it.

All hope you had of finding your way out of here vanished with the sight, cold dread slithering down your spine. There was no way that you had merely tripped and fallen through a door in a drunken haze, even if you had disregarded the life you’d encountered in your time here.

But that left the question: Where were you?

You pulled your arms in around your waist in an effort to comfort yourself, with little effect. A few calming breaths later, you started on your way again, though at this point, you weren’t sure what the point was.

Maybe… Maybe if you tripped into here, you could trip out again?

But that would require you falling, and if you were going to get any more distance between you and the mysterious couple, you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.

You tossed your head back and let out a long sigh, resolving to try your theory once you felt you had walked far enough. But for now, you would keep walking at a steady pace and take whichever turns looked most promising.

Yellow hallway after yellow hallway, and with each one you passed through you felt the sensation on the back of your neck grow, a shiver running down your spine.

You’d been walking for at least an hour now, maybe two, and the feeling had grown to a gnawing in the back of your head, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer, especially not when you heard a scratching noise somewhere behind you, your head turning to look over your shoulder.

And then you broke into a run, a scream leaving your lips after your brain processed that behind you was another Attor, its mouth opening to let out a metallic roar that had your ears ringing.

No thoughts were in your head as you took the next corner, your feet screaming as the rough concrete poked through the leather on them. All you needed was to be safe, that’s all.

You risked a glance back at the decaying monster, your head getting light when you saw that the Attor had gotten closer, its bone white claws gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

Ahead of you was a large room, yellow pillars placed randomly throughout it, with a hallway branching off from each wall. There was the slightest possibility that you could outrun the monster, or find a pillar to hide behind until it left.

But just as you passed the first pillar, the Attor had pinned you to it, deathly claws sinking into both sides of your waist. You let out a scream, white-hot heat spreading through your torso where your skin was pierced, your body twitching involuntarily and causing pain to lance through your sides.

The creature let out another roar, and your head was spinning as it leaned in. “Oh, she will be very pleased with me,” it cackled, its rancid breath washing over you. “She hasn’t had an omega in years.”

You didn’t have any space in your head left to think about what the Attor meant, not with the pain overtaking your every thought, the sight of the razor-sharp fangs in the beast’s mouth, so close to your vulnerable everything.

But suddenly its claws were tearing through you from left to right, leaving you altogether a moment later, and you sunk to the ground, clutching your sides as you moaned in pain.

A black mass shot past you and into the Attor, and as you turned your head to your right, you saw Rhys, flying towards you with his massive wings and black smoke gathered around him. The sight would have terrified you, if not for the way your sides and stomach were aching, hot blood seeping out of your wounds and soaking your torn dress. He flew past you in an instant, slamming into the Attor, who howled in pain in its metallic voice.

Your vision started to spin as you leaned back against the column behind you, heavy breaths leaving you as your eyelids grew heavy.

Cool hands met your cheeks, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with worried blue-grey ones. She took in a sharp breath when her eyes drifted down, landing on the torn sides of your dress, the blood seeping down you.

“I’ll have you patched up in no time, love, just stay still,” Feyre soothed, her hands lowering to your sides and gripping your waist and stomach gently, staying even when you hissed in pain. A soft glow came from her hands, and you felt a hot, itching sensation where your skin was torn. “There we go, that’ll keep you from bleeding much more until we’re back.” Feyre pushed herself up, then leaned down to scoop you into her arms with ease.

She began walking not a moment later, leading you away from the horrific noises the Attor was making as Rhys tore it apart, his dark laughter drifting after you through the hallways.

Once they were out of sight, you sniffled as the terror of your situation sunk in, how you had nearly died, and would have if not for Rhys and Feyre finding you. Without thinking, you buried your face in Feyre’s neck, taking in deep breaths of lilac and pear, the smell settling the fear in you to a quiet buzz in the back of your mind.

“I’ll save the lecture for when we’re safe, omega, just close your eyes, okay?”

You whimpered in her hold, but did as she asked without question. It was… More pleasant than you’d expected, being carried in her arms and pretending this was normal.

It took a tiny fraction of the time for Feyre to carry you back to their den that it had taken you to walk the distance, making you question just what the hell are these people?

She swung a door open and took you inside, revealing the large room that you had exited from earlier, two men, winged like Rhys, sitting on one of the couches.

Their eyes snapped to the two of you, grins spreading across their lips. “Find the stray omega, hm?” One of them asked in a playful tone, to which Feyre merely growled in response, setting you on edge as she quickly brought you into the room she and Rhys shared.

Feyre set you on your feet gingerly, her hands steadying you by the shoulders when you swayed for a moment. You heard a whistle, and saw the two men standing in the doorway, staring at you in your ripped up dress. Feyre growled once more before slamming the door shut in their faces, turning to you with fire in her eyes.

It cooled in a instant, when she saw the fear in your eyes as you shivered in the cool air, soaked in your own blood.

“Oh, darling, let’s get you into the bath,” Feyre cooed, taking charge and stripping the dress off of you and tossing it into the bucket next to the bathtub. You held your hands to your chest in an attempt to preserve your modesty, whatever amount of it you still had left at this point. Rushing water sounded behind you, and when you turned, the tub was completely filled with steaming hot water.

How, you had no clue.

Feyre attempted to nudge you into the bath, and after you refused to budge she simply sighed and lifted you by your underarms over the lip of the tub and into the water, your feet stinging painfully when they broke the surface.

You whimpered as she gently pushed you down into the water, the stinging even worse on your still somewhat open cuts along your abdomen. “I know, ‘mega, but they need to be cleaned before I do anything else to them,” Feyre murmured as she grabbed a cloth and a small bar of soap. She scrunched her eyebrows together when you tried to move out of her reach, holding your hands out to take the items from her. “Just stay still, I will be bathing you today, Y/N.”

“Why?” You whispered as she gently worked the cloth over the streaks of blood that were stubbornly clinging to your skin, the water turning a light pink as she did so.

“Because you’re my omega, and you got hurt,” Feyre admitted. “I just need to take care of you now, so stop fighting me,” she commanded you gently, your movements stilling.

You let her finish washing you, cheeks flaming when she cleaned your breasts and lower half, though she did keep her touch light. Not that that changed much.

Rhys burst through the door as Feyre was drying off with a soft fur, your hands coming to clutch at it and hide your body from him. He let out a sigh when he saw you, his shoulders and wings relaxing as he turned to shut the door behind him.

You, however, tensed up at how he looked now - his leather clothing, skin, and wings coated in a thick grey substance, one that you had a feeling belonged to the Attor that he had been destroying while Feyre carried you away.

“I’m glad to see that you’re mostly fine now, darling, but if you pull a stunt like that again?” Rhys asked, deadly serious as he stood in front of you. “You will not like the consequences. Am I understood, omega?” It was impossible to keep from nodding your head under the weight of his stare, but the smile he gave you after had the pressure lifting from your chest a moment later. “Good, now let Feyre take care of your wounds while I get this gunk off of me.”

Feyre dressed you in a thin set of knit fur underwear, then guided you down onto the mound of furs you had slept on earlier. She grabbed the wooden jar they had gotten the salve from last night, her face disapproving when she turned back to see your legs pulled to your chest, preventing her from looking at your wounds.

The two of you struggled quietly while Rhys bathed, with Feyre managing to get salve on your re-injured feet, and a new pair of thin leather socks slipped over them.

Water splashing drew your eyes to the bathtub, giving you a good look at Rhys’s naked form. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you looked away from him and back to Feyre, who had a knowing smile on her face as she watched you.

“Rhys, would you help me with her? She’s being very stubborn,” Feyre chirped happily, grinning when Rhys came over, picked you up, and sat down where you had been, settling you onto his lap.

His naked lap.

You fought the urge to wiggle in his hold, knowing that you did not want any consequences from… that.

Rhys chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you as he wrapped his arms around your chest, just above the cuts across your abdomen. “Go ahead, darling, I have a feeling she’ll stay still enough for you now.”

Feyre shared a smile with him as she set to work, her hands applying the cool salve to your broken skin gently.

Rhys kept himself occupied with your neck, his mouth switching between placing soft kisses along its expanse and hovering over the skin, just to take in deep lungfuls of your scent. Halfway through Feyre’s work a rumble came from Rhys’s chest, the vibrations making your body go pleasantly limp in his hold.

By the time Feyre stopped you were feeling sleepy and safe, which was weird considering the situation, but you weren’t about to turn away comfort at this point. You must have closed your eyes, because next thing you knew, Rhys was helping Feyre shimmy a different dress down your torso, loose enough to sleep comfortably in.

But then Rhys had you tucked against his chest against, one arm looped around your abdomen, his free hand idly stroking a pattern over your thigh.

“Open your mouth, love,” Rhys coaxed you, and your lips wrapped around the cool edge of a mug, water trickling down your throat. You opened your eyes to see Feyre holding said mug to your mouth, a gentle smile on her lips and her eyes softened.

“So good for us, Y/N,” Feyre cooed as she took the mug away once you’d emptied it, setting it next to the dish of food that she had, apparently, gone to grab. “Will you eat a bit before you sleep again, love? Since you lost so much blood, it would be the best choice.”

Between your rumbling stomach and her hopefully look, you were more than willing to let them feed you once more, especially if it meant you could get some sleep afterwards.

She slowly fed you a bowl of soup, though how they had meat here, you weren’t sure. But it tasted normal enough, and between it and another mug of water, you were absolutely stuffed by the time Feyre took the dishes over to the small kitchen on the far side of the room, while Rhys took the opportunity to slide down into a laying position, slowly rolling to place you on your side without hurting your wounds.

Feyre rejoined you a few moments later, now bare of her previous clothing as she laid down facing you, and both her and Rhys began pulling furs over the three of you, trapping in a wonderful amount of body heat. Paired with one of Rhys’s wings blocking out the light again, you were lucky to be awake for more than a minute, a wide yawn parting your lips as you settled in fully.

“Good omega, that’s it,” Rhys murmured in your ear as your breathing began to even out, one of his arms reaching over you to pull Feyre closer to both of you.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care that you were nestled between two naked mostly-strangers, not right now, when their lovely scents were mingling around you, their combined warmth cocooning you so wonderfully.

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When you woke, it was to an empty bed.

Which normally wouldn’t be a cause for concern.

But here? With what you’d gone through so recently? Being alone was hardly a good thing for you.

And it didn’t help that you were feeling restless, like something was wrong. So… It couldn’t hurt to check the other room, just to make sure that someone is still around?

You did just that, shimmying out from under the pile of furs that were covering you, leaving them behind even as you shivered in the cool air, mind set on finding someone.

The door opened silently, and you were met with the sight of Rhys sitting on a couch, shirtless but with a large, plush looking fur draped over his lap. Across from him on the other couch were the two other winged men you had seen before falling asleep, but you paid them no mind.

No, your body guided you to what you were needing, your feet taking you directly to where Rhys was sitting.

He looked at you, mouth parting as if to scold you, before you threw yourself onto his lap, your legs bending so that you were straddling him, your arms wrapped tightly around his back. In the next moment you had buried your face in his neck, breathing in the heavenly citrus and sea scent rolling off of him.

Your abdomen ached mildly as you pressed yourself against him, but that was nothing compared to the ache you felt when his arms didn’t immediately wrap around you, though you knew that was an insane thought.

You whined into the skin of his neck, huffing satisfactorily when he pulled you into him more tightly, his own face burying in your neck.

He pulled away quickly, though, causing tears to build in your eyes. Rhys gave you a sympathetic look before he lifted you up slightly to pull the fur from beneath you, letting it drape over you as his arm guided you back into his chest.

That was nicer.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were mostly comfortable as you went back to your previous position, enjoying the soft kisses Rhys was giving your neck as he talked with the other two, their words slipping in one ear and out the other.

The only thing that might make this better…

You yawned widely against Rhys’s neck. You weren’t sure what would make this better, but you would know it when you saw it.

So when you turned your head at the sound of a door shutting to see Feyre, you let out a loud whine from your spot in Rhys’s arms, drawing her attention instantly.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you in his arms, and she made her way over to you quickly. “Awe, is our little omega sweetening up?” She cooed as she slid under the fur and right up to your and Rhys’s sides, one gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. “You just needed a bath and a warm meal, hm?” She asked playfully before leaning in to press her lips to your cheek.

You were, surprisingly, breathless when she pulled away, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to scoot closer to her without losing any contact with Rhys. When you couldn’t, a soft cry left your lips, to which Feyre and Rhys both shushed you quietly. Feyre managed to position herself so her head was near yours, and one arm was halfway over you - as close as she could get how you were laying, and right now you were unwilling to move any further than moving your left arm from wrapping around Rhys to wrapping around Feyre.

You heard one of the other men say something, but it didn’t register as you let yourself relax into the two of them, especially once Rhys made his chest rumble again, soothing you straight to sleep again.

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You drifted in and out of sleep, snuggled in the arms of Feyre and Rhys. It was perfect somehow, with their scents and heartbeats filling your senses. One of their hands was running up and down your spine in a rhythmic motion, and you wanted to arch your back into it, but that would be so much work.

Every now and then your body went rigid when you felt like something was wrong, but that wonderful purr sounded in your ear and you would go limp once more.

You only woke up when you were shifted from being mostly on Rhys’s lap to entirely on Feyre’s, a long whine leaving you when you looked around, and he was nowhere to be found.

“Shh, omega, it’s okay. Rhys just went to grab some things for your nest,” Feyre whispered in your ear, and you went stiff in her hold.

Nest?

Feyre laughed fondly beneath you, pulling your against her more tightly. “That’s right, omega, your nest. You’re going to want to make it perfect soon, I’d imagine.”

You nuzzled your face against her neck, taking in a deep breath of her scent. “What’s a nest?”

“Ah, that’s right, you haven’t had a heat before, baby,” Feyre sighed. “A nest is what an omega builds for their heat, usually with a lot of blankets, pillows, furs - anything soft and comforting, really. And you’re so close to going into heat, I’m sure you must be dying for a safe nest to stay in.”

A contented sigh left you at the idea, of a safe, cushy nest to stay in with the two of them.

“With your alphas, of course we’ll join you in your nest, ‘mega.”

Turning your head to look at Feyre, you whispered, “Alpha?” A deep purr rumbled through Feyre and you collapsed against her, boneless from the wonderful noise. “Alpha,” you sighed.

Feyre stood from the couch a moment later, with you safely tucked in her arms, nose pressed to her neck. “That’s my omega, good girl,” she cooed as she brought you back into their bedroom, settling you on the large mound of furs. “So sweet for me.”

You hummed as you tugged her down, slotting your lips to hers.

What had gotten into you? You weren’t sure, but kissing Feyre, alpha, felt right.

Your lips parted, a breathy sigh leaving them when Feyre gently pushed you down, her body covering yours perfectly. Her soft lips met yours again, sure and confident as one of her hands cradled the back of your head. You melted into her hold, lips parting to let Feyre’s tongue dip inside.

“You got started without me, I see,” Rhys chuckled from the doorway, and you jerked away from Feyre as far as you could, her mouth finding its way to your neck instead. He dropped what he was holding on the ground, the large stack of pillows he’d been carrying falling on top of a pile of blankets, and next to it a pile of plush furs, similar to those you were laying on. “Oh, don’t stop because of me, omega,” he purred, violet eyes flicking to where Feyre’s mouth was latched to your neck, then back to your eyes.

Rhys turned, leaving the room, and you let out a loud keen at the sight, causing him to rush to your side a moment later.

“What is it, omega?” Feyre asked, her worried eyes trained on you as well.

A pout fell on your lips, but you didn’t answer. You didn’t know how to answer, other than you didn’t want Rhys to leave, but…

That was ridiculous.

“No, it’s not, omega,” Rhys reassured you, a large palm cupping the right side of your face. “You’re nearly in heat, and you need your alphas nearby. But don’t worry, I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. Feyre will keep gladly keep you company, I’m sure, or you could start working on your nest.”

You bit your lip but nodded, doing your best to ignore the uneasy feeling in your gut as Rhys left the room, heading somewhere off to the right. The whine that left you was unintentional, but you couldn’t help it.

“Do you want to start on your nest, love?” Feyre asked as she turned your away from the door and towards her with a gentle hand. “You’ll regret it if you don’t, I think. And look, Rhys brought in so many pretty fabrics for you to choose from!” She said cheerily, turning your head now to look at said offerings.

They did look appealing… And it couldn’t hurt to at least pick through the pile, right?

Feyre grinned and moved off of you, standing and pulling you up with her. She gently pushed you towards the piles, and that was all the permission you needed to plunge your fingers into fabric, finding the pieces that felt nicest against your skin.

Soft plush throws and swathes of silk were gently placed on the edge of the existing mound of furs as you searched the pile further, pleased as a peach when you found a thick, down comforter in a sage green - perfect to cover the base of your nest.

You set to it, laying the comforter down over as much of the pile of furs as you could before grabbing pillows, arranging them in a circle around the border of the blanket. From there you added a layer of blankets, making sure the layer was smoothed out.

It was then that you noticed both of your alphas were gone, tears instantly welling in your eyes as you looked through the doorway for them without moving from the pile of furs that you had been rifling through.

“Alpha?” you asked quietly, the tone of your voice pitiful, even to you. When no one answered, you fell forward into the pile, tears leaking onto furs as you cried at being alone again.

You didn’t think you could handle it.

“Hey, what’s this?” Feyre asked from behind you, and you shot up, looking to the doorway, where she was standing, Rhys and his massive wings lurking behind her. You sniffled, wiping away stray tears as she came to you, setting down the armful of pillows she was carrying before pulling you into her arms. “I’m sorry we left, ‘mega, we just wanted to get more nesting materials for you,” she explained as she wiped away one last tear that had fallen.

You pouted at her, annoyed that they’d left without telling you. “Don’t leave again,” you whined when Rhys turned to leave, stopping him in his tracks.

“I only have one more trip of things to bring you, ‘mega, I’ll be back in five minutes, maximum,” Rhys promised you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Hey,” he chuckled when you threw your arms around one of his legs, clutching to him for dear life. “This is very cute, but I will be returning in just a moment, and the sooner you let me leave, the sooner I’ll be back.”

Feyre helped him pry your fingers from his legs, your arms crossing over your chest defiantly as you watched him leave the room. Feyre attempted to coax you into working on your nest again, but you sat, staring resolutely at the door, waiting for your alpha to return. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, the soft kisses she pressed to your neck and shoulder almost having you closing your eyes…

But you resisted, waiting for the moment your alpha walked back in, so that you could relax again,

And finish your nest.

It took Rhys at least fifteen minutes, or that’s what it felt like to you, to return to the room the three of you share, an armful of decorative pillows and extra blankets that he immediately deposited on the floor, quickly kneeling in front of you and pulling you against him. The soothing scent of citrus and sea washed over you, wiping away the anxiety that had been plaguing you while he was gone.

You were only vaguely aware of Rhys speaking to Feyre, and Feyre answering before Rhys gently separated from you, tilting your chin up with a strong finger. “Do you want to finish your nest now, omega?" he asked you, his midnight voice managing to pierce through the trance you were in. A nod and Rhys was smiling at you, and you smiled back, so happy that your alpha was happy with you. “Good girl, go ahead and finish up. Feyre and I will wait outside of your nest until it’s perfect for you,” he said, turning your head to look at the piles of nesting materials left for you to sort through.

“Take your time, omega, you want it to be perfect for your heat, so you’re as comfortable as possible,” Feyre added when you tried sifting through the pile of furs quickly, a sheepish smile on your face at being caught.

You took their advice to make it perfect, taking what you thought was an hour to arrange the nest to your exact liking. It looked perfect by the end of it, layer after layer of blankets, each layer separated at the outside by a pillow, making a nice, safe wall to protect you and your alphas.

The last layer was made entirely of different swathes of silk, in all the pretty jewel tones you loved - sapphire, amethyst, and emerald, making your nest pretty - though you weren’t sure how important it  was for a nest to look nice.

But it made you happier, that was for sure.

You sat back, looking at your nest. The decorative pillows you quickly moved so rest against the back wall of the nest, with two normal, extra fluffy pillows propping them up. Next you pulled the furs you wanted to use as blankets into the nest, an absolutely massive, snow white pelt and a slightly smaller, charcoal grey one. Other blankets… You looked at them, your lip curling in disgust.

No, your nest didn’t need those anymore.

What else is missing?

Your teeth worried your lip as you slowly spun on your knees, looking everywhere for what you were missing, before landing on the obvious.

“Alphas,” you whined pitifully, reaching your hands out to grab for them, so far away, outside of your nest and standing against the wall. “Please.”

That was all the permission they needed to cross the boundary of your nest, careful not to ruin your hard work. Rhys had you cradled against his chest a moment later, your legs hitched over the sides of his, the ends of his wings draping over the side of your nest.

“Did I make it too small?” you asked shyly as you looked up at him through your lashes, heat already beginning to build in your eyes when you thought of it not being perfect - you not being perfect, for them.

“Not at all, darling,” Rhys reassured you, pressing a kiss to both of your cheeks. “And you are perfect, Y/N, just the way you are.”

“Our perfect little omega,” Feyre cooed as she pressed herself against your back, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them. “Your nest is perfect, I promise, darling. It’s so beautiful, just like you.” She punctuated the sentence with a light nibble on the base of your neck, your body going boneless between them.

You hummed happily, basking in the feeling of being so safe between them, like nothing in this place could hurt you.

This place…

And then you were crying, salty tears leaking onto Rhys’s bare chest as you thought about home, about your things.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Feyre asked softly. You shook your head, not able to say it. “Just think it then, sweetheart, and we can figure out what to do. Can you do that for me, omega?”

You sniffled, but nodded, conjuring up an image of your room in your head, missing your stuffed yellow duck that you’d had since childhood. Not that you knew how they could see it but… This place is strange.

“Oh, ‘mega, do you miss your old room?” Rhys asked, tilting your face so you would meet his eyes. You bit your lip and looked away, not wanting to sound ungrateful…

“It’s not ungrateful, baby girl,” Feyre said. “You’ve had a lot of big changes recently, it’s normal to miss your old things. Do you want us to try to find something similar for you?”

“Not now!” you said, slightly panicked, grabbing Feyre’s hands to keep her exactly where she was.

“Of course, omega, not now,” Feyre agreed, leaning into your more heavily.

You settled back down, relaxing against Rhys again until you thought of your old room, all your soft, pretty blankets and cute stuffed animals, and oh, the silky nightgowns you owned that you would love to be wearing right now. But rubbing your fingers against the soft silks beneath you satisfied that need well enough, and the heat Feyre and Rhys were both radiating was enough to keep you warm.

And as soon as those deep, rumbling purrs made their way through Rhys’s chest, then Feyre’s, you fell limp against him, quickly lulled to sleep.

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You woke some time later, an aching need coursing through you, and you pressed your hips down automatically-

Oh, you sighed to yourself, rocking your hips again, catching pleasantly on something hard beneath you. You let out a soft breath before continuing, slowly rocking your hips against the hardness beneath you, a fire lighting in your belly when arms wrapped more tightly around you.

The arms kept you from moving as much as before, but you managed to move your hips, your upper body limp against a strong chest as you continued chasing the sparks of pleasure you were creating.

You’d nearly crested when the body beneath you went stiff, relaxing a moment later, a whispered “omega” passing from his lips to your ear, your hips jolting at the title. Hands met your hips a moment later, pressing you more firmly, finding just the right angle to press your clit to -

You came with a cry, muffled by the tattooed skin of Rhys’s chest as he kept moving your hips, seemingly as desperate as you to drag out your pleasure.

Whether it was seconds or minutes later, you came around to the sound of Rhys and Feyre speaking softly, their scents headier than normal, and you breathed in a few deep lungfuls before you managed to crack open your eyes.

“That was quite the show, omega,” Feyre said breathlessly, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked at you. “I think you need to sleep on me next.” She shot Rhys a jealous look, but the smile on her pretty pink lips told you she wasn’t angry.

You puckered your lips a few times, making a kissy noise to try and entice Feyre.

“You don’t need to try to entice me, darling, you do it naturally,” Feyre giggled before leaning in, pressing her lips firmly to yours, tilting your head to get better access as her tongue slipped past your lips. A large hand ran up your spine and you shivered, arching your back slightly, pressing you into Rhys. Feyre pulled away, leaving you breathless as you tried rocking your hips again, only for your movements to be stilled this time. She smiled wide when you whined, answering, “You need to eat something before you go fully into heat, baby, can you do that for us?”

You tried pressing your hips down again, much preferring your chosen course of action, only for your movements to be halted once more.

“For your alphas?” Rhys asked with a deep rumble in his chest, and you whined again, a resigned noise. “Good ‘mega, so good for us,” Rhys said, nodding to Feyre to get food for you before he tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes flicked down to his lips, then back to his starry violet ones, and you could almost swear that you saw actual stars in them.

You were so entranced by his eyes that his lips pressing to yours surprised you for a moment, only to have you melting against him in the next. You let him explore your mouth, felt his hands grip your hips before moving to grasp your rear, just slightly rocking you against him once, but it was enough to have you gasping.

Feyre tutted at Rhys, lightly slapping one of his hands after she’d sat down, a bowl of stew in her lap. “We said food, Rhys,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. When you turned to look at her, eyes glazed with pleasure, she couldn’t help but smile. “Though she does look very pretty like this. Open wide for me, ‘mega,” Feyre demanded, your mouth opening automatically for a spoonful of hearty stew.

“You’re being such a good omega, and do you know what good omegas get?” Rhys asked you once you’d eaten half the bowl, your bites slowing as you grew fuller with each one. You shook your head, looking up at him in confusion. “They get their alphas’ knots, sweet girl,” he purred, angling his hips into yours in just the right way.

“Knots?” you asked after your next bite, looking at the stew still in the bowl warily.

“That’s right, baby, you’ll get our knots to keep you nice and full, for as long as you need,” Rhys answered, and you clenched around nothing just at the thought of being filled. “Just finish your food, and you can have our knots whenever you want.”

You huffed out a breath but did as he asked, carefully chewing and swallowing each bite that Feyre fed you until she had scraped the bowl clean. When she got up to place the bowl on the counter, you keened softly at the loss of her, far too far away, just being across the room.

“I know, omega, it’s okay,” she murmured when she returned, laying on her side, with a slight gap between her and Rhys. Though when Rhys turned carefully, moving you to lay down, you were fit snugly between them, a contented sigh leaving you. “See? Isn’t this better? All snuggled up with your alphas in your nest, with a warm belly full of food.”

You nodded in agreement - it was perfect, especially once Rhys had pulled the two spare furs you’d brought into the nest over the three of you, cocooning you entirely.

The hunger you had felt earlier had subsided, leaving sleepy contentment in its place as your alphas stroked your hair, both of them emitting quiet purrs that drowned out any noises, any thoughts that could keep you awake.

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You woke with a start, noting the absence of arms around you immediately. A loud whine built in your chest, a shiver going down your spine. You were burning up, but so, so cold without your alphas around you, their skin pressing to yours.

Everything was dim around you, the beautiful silks of your nest void of color as you looked for your alphas, needing them with you, their body heat keeping you warm, Rhys’s wings blocking out any light.

When you couldn't find them, you keened softly before standing, repeating the noise when you nervously left the bedroom you shared with them.

Grey walls and an absence of life greeted you in the living area, and confusion gnawed at you.

Where did they go?

Quietly, you peeked through each door that you hadn't passed through yet, empty rooms with neither your alphas or the men you'd seen earlier inside of them.

You bit your lip as you considered your options, looking at the door that led outside of the only safe space you'd known here. Leaving would be dangerous, filled with unknowns. But staying...

A cramp ripped through you, taking your breath away as you doubled over, clutching at your stomach.

You needed to find your alphas, they would know how to help you, you thought desperately as you turned the handle, stepping into the never ending hallways once more. Surely they hadn’t gone far?

Cramps ripped through you, stopping you in your tracks every few minutes as you bent over in pain. You leaned against cool walls, trying to abate the heat that accompanied the pains, your skin slicked with sweat. Clear thinking was a thing of the past by now, your only thoughts being of your alphas, the pained desire coursing through you.

Corridor after corridor passed you by, and at each you were left with only one safe path forward. The other choices would be filled with thick grey smoke, or black flames that blocked your path, covering the way you’d come as well - it tugged at your brain, something not entirely right with what you were seeing.

But you shook those worries off, mind confused by the cramps and the desperate need to see your alphas, to breathe in their delicious, soothing scents. All that mattered was getting to them, no matter how long it took.

The walls started to widen as you began to lose your strength, stopping every few steps to catch your breath, press your bare skin against the cold, grey walls. Two columns of pillars that stretched to nearly meet the ceiling lined the wide hallway you were now in, going on for what looked like forever to your exhausted muscles. The ceiling sloped upwards as you walked further into the room, clutching at each pillar as you passed it, taking a few breaths before pushing your tired, aching, needy body to the next. Ahead of you, the room opened up further, vaulted ceilings so high you couldn’t make out where they ended, smoke pouring down to cover the room in a thick, grey haze.

You held onto the last pillar as you looked around, trying to see where the walls of the room were, with no luck. It was vast, and paired with the smoke clouding your vision, you were only able to see where the floor in front of you was, unable to make out anything else in the room.

A deep breath in and-

There!

You could smell lilac and citrus and pears and the salty sea - your alphas!

The promise of your alphas spurred your body on, and you were able to run forward into the darkness, a happy sigh leaving you when your arms wrapped around one alpha- warm and solid and oh so-

Wrong.

Wrong, your omega hissed as an awful scent poured into your nose, replacing the perfect scent of your alphas with smoke and blood and bitter chocolate, making you gag as you tried to pull back, tried to free yourself from this fake alpha.

A low chuckle rumbled through the chest you were pressed to, long fingernails scraping against your scalp and tangling in your hair as the woman pulled you onto her lap. "Hello, little omega. Welcome home," a cruel voice said, a cackle that made your blood curdle sounding when you attempted to scramble away, head turning to look at who dared to hold you.

Shiny, red-gold hair and ruby lips and matching eyes were the only features you could focus on, so off putting and so not. Your. Alpha.

Smoke cleared from the room around you, some of confused haze lifting off of your mind as color poured back into the room, walls changing from dull grey to faded, pale yellow, swathes of red and black fabrics pinned over the majority of them.

You noticed with a pounding heart that behind you, scores and scores of creatures similarly horrifying to the Attor were lined against the walls, leering eyes trained on you-

Your muscles ached as you scrambled against her hold, trying to hide yourself-

"Stop," the alpha commanded, one hand gripping your hair tightly to keep your eyes locked on her, and your body stilled despite your mind still screaming in protest. "You are my omega now. And you'll lure those idiots who thought they could claim you here, so my people can slaughter them," she cooed in your ear, fear lancing through you at the thought of your alphas being hurt. "Don't worry, pretty omega, you'll be given my knot whenever I decide you deserve it," she shushed you, swiping your tears away with a thumb, sharp nail too close to your eyes for comfort.

You shook your head, everything was wrong-

"You there," the woman snapped, a green-skinned woman stepping forward from the crowd. "Go prepare my omega, I want the reek of those disgusting wretches off of her. And if you so much as touch her cunt, I'll take your hands," she hissed, finally releasing her arms from around your waist, and you jumped up before swooning slightly, dizziness and a sharp, lingering cramp hitting you in the same moment.

Ruby eyes roved over your naked form, lingering between your legs as you tried to cover yourself with your hands, failing miserably.

The green skinned woman approached you, taking you by your upper arm into a door you hadn't noticed, behind the throne the red-haired alpha was seated in. Her hands were cold, an almost welcome feeling against the heat still running through you, but it felt off.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The room you entered was far too moist, dank from humidity. Arms wrapped around you, lifting you into the air and dunking you into a large pool unceremoniously. You gasped for air when you resurfaced, feet slipping on the smooth floor of the pool as you glared at the woman. "What the fuck?!" You asked angrily, flinching away from her hands when she tried to reach for you.

"The Queen said to prepare you for her. You need to be washed, omega. Now, come here," the alpha demanded, her voice leaving no room to argue, and your body complied. "Tilt your head back."

You tried to focus on the water, how the cool temperature was soothing the fire in your core slightly, but you couldn’t ignore her hands as they washed you, the detestable way her fingernails lightly scratched at your scalp - what would normally be a kind gesture, but you wanted to vomit.

Anger bubbled within you, and paired with the fiery heat and pain blazing inside of you, you were ready to hurt someone.

You were able to dry yourself off, at least, but the woman dressed you in skimpy bands of silk, held together by smooth rings of silver. It hardly passed as clothing in your opinion, and would certainly do nothing to keep you warm like the fur dresses your alphas had given you-

A keen broke from your lips at the thought of them, heat pulsing in your core when you remembered what they had promised to give you. The alpha brushed a hand against your cheek and you flinched away, broken from your daydream containing violet and blue, back to smelling these awful alphas.

She sighed and tugged you by the hand, your feet struggling to keep up with her brisk pace as she led you back into the massive room you’d stumbled into, the red-haired alpha grinning at you, an evil glint in her eyes.

“Come here, omega,” she demanded, a push from the green skinned woman setting the order into motion, legs moving of their own accord to the throne she was seated upon.

Or, you supposed it was a throne, you were sure that they were not supposed to be made of bones- so many skulls, you thought with a shiver as you stopped in front of her, unwilling to move closer unless made to by an outside force.

“Here, now,” she hissed, one sharply nailed hand patting her lap. Your muscles moved without you willing them to do so, climbing onto her, grimacing when you felt bare skin brush against bone. “Good omega,” she purred, a spark of heat adding to the flames already raging inside of you. “Now just turn around-“ she repositioned you so your back was pressed to her chest, knees hooked over the sides of hers, leaving you bared to the creatures lurking at the edges of the room. “-And you can watch the show.”

Show?

You flinched when two fingers dipped into your core without warning, squirming against the arm that was now holding you in place. “Let me go,” you whined, wiggling harder.

A pair of sharp teeth on your neck put a stop to that.

“Stay still and be patient,” the woman said, nipping your ear. Her fingers trailed up, circling over your clit slowly, drawing a gasp from you-

You clamped your lips shut, you didn’t want her, you wanted your alphas. They would be here soon, take you back to your perfect nest-

Two fingers pinched your nipple and you came back into the room, grey walls blurring around you as you squinted, harsh lighting hurting your eyes.

“Look who is it, omega. Look who came to see you, being a whore for another alpha.” The words were whispered in your ear, getting you to focus on the far end of the room, where you thought you’d entered from.

Blue and violet glinted in the dark, your alphas revealing themselves a moment later as they stepped further into the room, their combined scent washing over you, even from this distance.

“Alphas!” you exclaimed, attempting to push yourself up and run to them- but you were held tight by the red-haired alpha’s arm, her fingers still resting over your core. A high pitched whine built in your throat, getting louder the longer that your alphas just stood there.

“That’s right, omega. They came to see you, spread for another alpha before they die,” she cackled, raising her hand from your center, giving a signal to her army with glistening fingers. Shame would have overtaken you, if not for the sight of your alphas being swarmed, their might being easily overpowered by the vast numbers the enemy had, a keen slipping from you as you watched in horror.

Claws shredded through Rhys’s wings, blood spurting from the gaping wounds as he was pushed to the ground, weapons forced from his hands. Feyre was forced to her knees, head held up by her hair and you could see the grimace on her lips, imagine the pain in her eyes.

Your alph-

A sword swung through Feyre’s neck, her head still suspended by her hair and you let out a horrified scream, terror coursing through you as her body slumped to the ground, blood pooling around her body. You tried to turn your head, look away as you saw Rhys’s neck being bared, but a slick hand gripped your chin, keeping your face looking forward.

“This is all for you, omega,” she sneered at you, nails biting into your skin. “Now.”

A scream tore at your throat, your heart shredding at the loss of your second alpha, the sight of their heads, dangling next to each other made you gag, your brain shutting off from the sheer horror of it all. The scent of blood overpowered all else, drowning out the scents of your-

With a heartbroken keen vibrating through your chest, you wrenched your chin from the fingers grasping it, turning your body away from the tragedy you’d borne witness to, clutching to the warm body beneath you. The scent of blood was still strong as you tucked your nose against her neck, but mixed with something else that wasn’t quite as horrible. Your body cringed against the contact, needing your-

A sob ripped through you at the thought of them, your body shaking weakly, and a pair of arms encircled you, one hand patting your back soothingly.

“Hush now, little omega, they won’t bother you ever again,” she cooed in your ear, but the words only renewed your tears as you thought of them, bleeding and-

You nuzzled into her skin, tears sliding down your cheeks and soaking the fabric of her dress.

Whatever she did now, you didn’t care.

The two good things you’d found down here were gone.

You could go as well.

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A pounding headache greeted Rhys as he woke, his arms immediately seeking the warmth of his omega, his darling Feyre-

Only to be met with just one. Violet eyes flew open, met with the sight of Feyre, her forehead scrunched in pain and hands rubbing at her eyes.

“Where is Y/N?” he grunted, sitting up to look around more.

Surely, with her being so close to her heat and being so comfortable with them earlier, she wouldn’t have run?

It was a thought echoed in Feyre’s own mind as she too sat up in your nest, panic striking both of them when you weren’t found immediately.

Without wasting another second, Rhys was up and barging into the living room, nakedness be damned. His brothers- rage boiled in his blood as he saw them sleeping upon the couches, startling awake when Rhys yelled, “Where is our omega?!”

Feyre wasn’t far behind, already on Cassian and choking him, teeth bared. “Why did you fall asleep?!” she shrieked, shaking him. He was trying to respond, claw her hands off his neck, but she continued her assault. “We left you in charge of watching the door, and you fell asleep?!”

“Darling,” Rhys sighed, pulling his mate off of his brother, who gasped for breath as soon as her hands had left his throat. “Well?”

“I swear, I don’t know how I fell asleep,” Cassian begged in a raspy voice, holding his hands out to keep Feyre’s hands a good distance away when she pounced on him again. “Seriously, Az and I were awake, Amren had just left after popping in to see how things were going with the new omega and all, and then…” he trailed off, brows scrunching together.

“I don’t remember anything after that either,” Azriel added. “Meaning-”

“Someone must have knocked you out,” Feyre breathed, pouting as she removed herself from Cassian, folding herself into Rhys’s side instead. “But that could only mean-”

“The twins,” she and Rhys came to the realization at the same time, night mist already swirling around them, ready to take them straight to where their omega must be, before Azriel held up a hand.

“We need to approach this more carefully than the two of you want to,” he said, raising an eyebrow when Rhys opened his mouth to counter him. “We cannot simply go in, without a plan, or knowing that your omega is actually with Amarantha.”

“So what do you suggest?” Feyre asked, blue eyes narrowed at the other alpha.

“Try contacting Y/N,” Azriel replied, his matter-of-fact tone earning a glare from Feyre.

Rhys attempted, reaching down the golden bond that had tethered him to Y/N from the moment he saw her, wandering drunkenly through the halls of the complex, those strappy, heeled shoes dangling from her fingers. But he was met with an impenetrable wall, no matter how hard he pressed against it, it wouldn’t budge to let him in, give him access. It didn’t feel like Y/N blocking him, not when her mind had always been open to him.

“Azriel will scout ahead, confirm that Y/N is with that bitch,” Rhys decided, his heart aching at the thought of you, terrified and in the vile alpha’s grasp. “If she is, Feyre and I will winnow in, just close enough to catch Amarantha’s attention. I’ll talk to Y/N through the bond, tell her to do anything she can to not be touching anyone, then Az can get her out of there.”

Feyre nodded, satisfied with the plan. “Cassian, you’ll be with us, glamoured so you won’t be seen. Hopefully, we’ll be able to get her out without spilling any blood, although…” she sighed.

“We all want to see the stone run red with her blood, Fey,” Rhys reassured her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And we will, but not when Y/N is in danger.” Feyre let out a low growl in response, and raised an eyebrow at Azriel, the demand clear enough as he vanished in a wisp of shadows a moment later.

“Now, while I love looking at the two of you naked, especially you Fey,” Cassian winked at her, dodging a burst of wind half a second later. “The two of you really should get ready, just in case Azriel sets off some kind of alarm.”

Feyre was still glaring at him when Rhys tugged her back into the room, slamming the door shut in his own rage.

“You know I might not be able to resist, right?” Feyre asked him as he began helping her into her leathers. “I’m… Not as used to the… I’ve never had an omega, before Y/N and it’s…”

“Overwhelming? Consuming? Maddening?” Rhys asked as he finished with her pants, moving to her top, grinning when she nodded. “It’s been… A long while since I’ve had an omega, let along smelled one- and never one as delicious as Y/N. And being another part of our souls, it’s much more intense than with just any omega, darling.” He began pulling on his own leathers, smiling appreciatively when Feyre helped him, slender hands pulling straps tight. “Plus, with everything that bitch has done, I wouldn’t blame you if you decide to slaughter her then and there-”

“It would be a better idea to kill off the twins,” Azriel called from the living room, and both Rhys and Feyre burst through the door, gazes demanding answers. “She used them to lure Y/N in and could do so again, and is using them now to torture Y/N somehow. She… It’s bad,” Azriel whispered, and Feyre scented the air- fear.

If her omega was that afraid, that the scent would cling to Azriel? She could only imagine what was being done to her. Her blood boiled even further, shadowy talons extending from her fingers as her control on her magic waned.

“What area of the cavern were they in?” Cassian asked, sensing that they didn’t have much time before Feyre hit her breaking point.

“The twins were in the back right, surrounded by five Attor. And Y/N… was on Amarantha’s lap,” Azriel informed them, sighing when Feyre bolted through the door at that little tidbit. Rhys merely furrowed his brow, grabbing two swords and dashing off in her wake, wisps of night trailing after him.

Cassian and Azriel exchanged a worried glance before setting off themselves, Azriel vanishing once more and Cassian taking off in a sprint, two swords of his own strapped to his back.

They all knew the way to Amarantha’s lair, the large section of the complex that she’d had hollowed out for her own amusement, cackling whenever a piece of stone fell, unexpectedly crushing someone to death.

It had been a sacred place, before her. She’d come from some distant area of the complex, promising that she brought only intentions of peace. Omegas had been protected, living in the vast room from when they presented to when they claimed their alpha, the one area of the complex filled with swaths of bright colors. It had felt safe, comfortable for the rarest members of their species. The room had been cheery, unlike the vast majority of the complex. The outdoor areas had a bit less gloom, though it was mainly due to the greenery and the sky, lit so beautifully at all hours of day and night.

But now, after she’d slaughtered all of their omegas? It was cursed, the walls draining themselves of color over the years, turning to that dull, depressing yellow that coated everywhere else indoors.

Their only hope to defeat her now rested with their omega, Rhys and Feyre’s precious Y/N.

Who, as they got closer, could feel the pure terror and grief coursing through you. Your mind was still barred to them, but the bond was clearing up, a soul connection only possible to block at a close distance if one is aware of it.

And Y/N wasn’t, and as much as it broke their hearts that you weren’t aware, it meant they had an advantage.

Feyre, we said winnow, not sprint, Rhys spoke into her mind, lips twitching when she stopped suddenly, allowing him to catch up. He passed a sword to her, and Cassian rounded the last corner a second later, meeting them where they stood.

“Sorry,” she whispered, a faint blush to her cheeks. A moment later, she waved her hand over Cassian, his form disappearing as she did so. “Let’s go.” Cassian gripped her forearm, and Rhys winnowed them to the edge of the pillared hallway that would lead them to their omega-

Panic. Dread. Hopeless.

That was all they could scent of their omega, her sweet honey, vanilla, and strawberry scent absent entirely.

Cassian fell behind them, a move that would hopefully keep him hidden from Amarantha’s keen eye for glamours.

Feyre tried her best to not just rush in, not when Rhys still needed to contact her through the bond. But seeing her… Seeing their omega, arms clutching Amarantha of all people… Rage boiled in her blood as she saw fingernails scrape down the exposed skin of your back, eliciting a shiver from you.

Her pace increased, standing in the mouth of the hallway when Amarantha’s ruby eyes flicked up, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Look who it is, omega. Your alphas,” she said, stroking a hand through your hair before gripping it, turning your head around roughly. Your eyes were puffy, tears already tracking down your cheeks but the moment you saw both of them, your sobs grew louder, ragged, heart-wrenching keens that nearly had both of them losing their composure entirely, leaning forward before correcting themselves.

“Amarantha. Give us our omega,” Rhys demanded, stroking along Feyre’s mental walls to let her know he was contacting Y/N.

“Your omega, you say?” Amarantha buried her nose in your neck and taking a deep breath before biting your skin harshly, if your whine of pain was anything to go by. “I don’t think so, the poor thing is in heat and you hadn’t even knotted her yet,” the alpha tittered, her crowd of beasts joining in. “Besides, the two of you will be dead any moment now.” Your keening grew in volume again and you attempted to jerk your head back into Amarantha’s neck, held fast by her grip on your hair. “No, this will be the final time, omega. You’re going to watch, and then I’m going to knot you while you watch their bodies get eaten by my very hungry army,” she said in a sweet voice, and they could feel your stomach turn, even with the arousal of your heat passing through the bond as well.

She knows what to do, Fey. Take them out, I’ll watch your rear, Rhys whispered into her mind, and that was all it took for Feyre to fly forward, her eyes having already sought out the bastards that had tricked and tortured their omega, their entourage clustered closely around them.

Misting would take too much magic, but a sword of flames paired with her Illyrian steel dispatched the first two Attor in a second, the mutated creatures’ heads flying from their bodies before Feyre moved to the one on her right, it’s deadly talons swiping at her stomach. It evaporated into nothing along with the one behind it, a gift from her mate and leaving only one more, plus the actual targets. Her blade swung through the last Attor’s chest cleanly, Amarantha’s shocked order for her army to advance rang in her ears, but all she could focus on was the two let in front of her.

The twins, Brannagh and Dagdan.

Soon to be rotting on the floor of this unholy place, Feyre thought gleefully as she pinned them into a corner, her flaming sword dissipating in favor of a much more painful death.

Fey, omega is safe. Hurry, Rhys whispered, his voice sounding slightly fatigued, the information only heard because of two key words: Omega. Safe.

She raised her left hand, using her powers of fire and water in tandem, boiling the two alphas’ blood. Just as the Mother would have wanted, for their role in defiling her sacred space. Once it was done, there was no joy. No happiness in Feyre as she watched their bodies slump to the floor, felt creatures of all manner closing in on her from behind.

Rhys, she whispered across the bond.

Her mate understood, the shadow of his wings spreading across the cavern as he took to the air, swooping across the mass of enemies swarming towards her before dipping low, grabbing her raised arm and pulling up sharply, yanking her off the ground and into the air.

Feyre could see Cassian still fighting at the entrance, dual blades working in tandem to fell enemy after enemy as they approached. Her eyes flitted to Amarantha’s throne, the witch already beginning an incantation, likely a spell that would destroy them, if they didn’t reach Cass in time.

But Y/N was nowhere in sight, likely tucked safely back in their Court with Azriel standing guard.

Quick, Feyre said, relaying her sight to Rhys, his wings beating at a faster pace as he dropped lower to meet Cassian, the male slashing through one last foe before pushing into the air himself, his hand wrapping around Rhys’s free wrist before they were tugged through the fabric of the world, landing just outside of their quarters in a tumble of limbs.

Feyre was the first to free herself, pushing off of Cassian who grunted in surprise and throwing the door open, eyes searching for her- for Y/N, omega.

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Amarantha tugged your hair, hard, yanking your face to look at the hallway.

Again.

You couldn’t bear to see your alphas die again. For the seventh- no, the eighth time. You just couldn’t.

Rhys and Feyre- god they looked so beautiful, standing there, but you knew what was coming, what you’d witnessed so many times.

You tried your best to tune out any conversation, not wanting to hear the taunting Amarantha did every time, not wanting to hear the sickening sound of their blood dripping on the floor.

Y/N, Rhys’s voice whispered into her mind, and she jerked her head, trying to turn away from him- whatever tricks they were trying to play, you couldn’t take it. Y/N, it’s me. It’s alpha, he begged as you tried to shut him out, make his voice stop, because soon he was going to die, just like he had-

I haven’t died, darling. They’re using magic against you, to hurt you. You shook in Amarantha’s hold, the idea enraging you- but sharp teeth bit down on your neck, a pained whimper leaving your lips instead of the sharp keens previously pouring from your throat.

Amarantha’s voice crooned through the haze in your mind, through Rhys’s voice, attempting to explain. “No, this will be the final time, omega. You’re going to watch, and then I’m going to knot you while you watch their bodies get eaten by my very hungry army.”

The threat had your cries renewed, the very idea of your alphas being dead in front of you and this fake raping you-

Y/N, omega- Rhys said sharply, catching your attention. Just be ready to run when I say so, one of the males you met earlier will grab you and we’ll all be together in a few minutes. Do that for alpha, please, omega, he begged you, the command tugging on your bones.

Okay, alpha, you whispered back, hoping that it wasn’t just another trick, one last cruelty to be played on you.

You waited, fighting the heat and the fear in your blood while the wrong alpha held your hair, touched your waist.

It didn’t take long before Rhys whispered into your mind again, setting you in motion. Now.

Screaming sounded around you, and you moved quickly, left hand reaching up quickly and letting your fingernails dig into Amarantha’s right eye, tearing the disgusting ruby orb to bits, jumping away when Amarantha briefly released your hair to claw at your hand. Slicked with blood, it was easy to pull out of her grasp while she was distracted by the pain, taking a few shaky steps back.

“Now, you fools!” Amarantha bellowed to her army, distracted for just enough seconds for a flurry of shadows to form into one of the males you’d met with Feyre and Rhys. One strong hand wrapped around your bicep, and you were whisked away in a swarm of shadows, landing on unsteady legs in the living room you’d begun to grow accustomed to.

“They’ll be here in a few minutes, Y/N,” the male reassured you as he removed his hand from you, grabbing a fur off the couch to drape over your shoulders. “My name is Azriel. Are you hurt anywhere?”

You blinked at him, the words barely registering.

All you could think about was your alphas, still with that wicked woman and her army of horrific creatures-

Still able to die.

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as Azriel led you to one of the couches, pushing you gently onto it before pulling another fur over your lap and legs. The covering did little to soothe any of your discomfort, though the heat-addled part of you appreciated the alpha’s gesture, the softness of the furs against your sensitive skin.

A soft whine was constant in your chest as you waited with a tired, grief stricken heart, clutching at the fur over your lap.

But it was only when Feyre stumbled through the door, soaked in grey blood and looking around frantically that your fear started to abate, the furs flung off of you as you ran to her, throwing your arms around her shoulders. You didn’t care that you were being covered in the foul smelling substance, all that mattered was her and-

“Alpha,” you whined pitifully, eyes watering as you peered over her shoulder to find him.

“Right here, darling. I’m right here,” Rhys reassured you as he stood up, extending a hand to someone- the other male you’d met, you noticed when he was pulled from the ground, both of them also coated in grey sludge. “I’m right here, omega,” he murmured as he closed in on your other side, caging you between his and Feyre’s arms.

“Safe,” you whispered as you pressed your nose to Feyre’s neck, breathing in what little of her scent you could smell.

“Safe. That’s right, omega. We’re never letting you go, ever again,” Feyre promised, her lips pressing to the crown of your head.

But even with her promise, it was all. Too. Much.

You collapsed in their arms, their bodies falling to the floor gracefully as they kept you cradled safely between them, sobs wracking your body once more as the terror of the situation washed over you again.

“I thought you we- we-” you sobbed, sniffling loudly before finishing your thought, “were dead.”

“We know ‘mega, we’re so sorry we let you be taken,” Feyre cried, burying her face in your hair. “We came to get you as soon as we realized.”

“We’re all here now, omega. We’re all safe,” Rhys said soothingly, repeating the phrases a few times until your shaking began to slow, your tears drying. “Let’s go take a bath, then we’ll crawl back into your perfect, pretty nest. Does that sound good?” Rhys asked in a gentle tone, lifting your chin to look at him with two fingers. You nodded, pleased when Rhys stood, you already in his arms.

The less time you weren’t touching them, the better.

He carried you through a door you’d been through earlier, though instead of an empty room like you’d seen, it was filled with a large bathing pool, and even had two spouts with water pouring from them, the water draining into the floor, just like a normal shower.

He set you on your feet by the spouts, his hands removing your top and Feyre’s removing your skirt, both of the items thrown to the floor and lit on fire, burning to ash a moment later.

Good.

They removed their own clothing after positioning you under one of the spouts, water washing away any of the blood that had gotten on you, along with the disgusting scent of that alpha. The cold water was soothing on your heated skin, the fire in your core reignited now that you were feeling more safe, your alphas alive and in front of you. They joined you quickly, their hands rinsing your hair thoroughly before moving lower, careful to go over every inch of skin, remind your body of who you were with, that they were your alphas as much as you were their omega.

When it was time for them to rinse off, you did as much as you could, massaging their scalp while the other cleaned their body. By the time they helped walk you over to the bath and into the warm water, you were like jello, barely able to move unless they told you to.

You wanted to stay awake, help clean them and get your scent over as much of them as possible but… You were so tired.

They washed you with a nice smelling soap, a light, sugary scent to it, and when Feyre’s hands massaged your scalp while she was shampooing your hair, you let out a tiny purr, melting into her touch.

You didn’t pay attention to much, only whining when one of them wasn’t touching you, or you felt the other was away for too long. Rhys pulled you from the pool, Feyre already waiting with a towel to wrap around you and another slung over her shoulder. Rhys grabbed it to scrunch and wrap your hair in while Feyre dried your body down, their soft touch only making you sleepier. Rhys dried himself off quickly as Feyre slipped your arms through the sleeves of a robe, tying it shut around you. They switched places once Rhys was done, his arms slipping around your waist, his nose at the base of your neck, scenting you deeply.

Soon, Feyre had scooped you into her arms and followed Rhys out of the bathing room, through the main room and finally, finally into the bedroom, your perfect nest-

You let out a squawk at the sight of it, how the bottom edge was ruined!

“Rhys,” Feyre scolded, giggling when he sent a lighthearted glare her way. “Can you fix the layers for her?”

“Of course, anything for my darling omega,” Rhys said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before kneeling at the base of your nest, carefully rearranging the pillows, the silk layers between them smoothed out.

Only when you let out a pleased hum did Rhys stand, carefully over the wall of your nest and pulling the covers back before sitting on the left side. Feyre entered your nest, gently setting you next to Rhys and removing your robe before sitting down herself, going straight onto her back and opening her arms wide for you.

You sighed once you’d settled in, face snuggled against Feyre’s chest, one leg hitched over hers and Rhys’s body pressed to your back. He pulled the furs up all the way, and swept a wing over you and Feyre, blocking out the light and keeping the air on your face warm.

Exhaling breath of relief, a tear slipped from each of your eyes, dripping down onto Feyre’s skin. “I’m so glad you both found me,” you whispered.

“We are too, omega.”

“Nothing makes us happier than you, safe and sound, here between us, omega,” Feyre whispered. “Now get some sleep, you’ll need it before your body lets your heat take over.”

Rhys purred softly at a steady pace for you, Feyre following suit, hers sounding directly into your ear. It soothed you to sleep, and they watched as your body went lax.

But they stayed awake.

They wouldn’t sleep, not yet. Not until they felt you were safe, or your heat drained them to exhaustion.

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