“There’s another room, and I think there’s someone in it.” They all quieted, listening intently. Steve could just make out the sound of movement, and perhaps something metallic clinking, within. An armed man? Steve nodded at the others, and all three raised their weapons. Sam opened the door, and they moved as one, breaching the room—
—only to stop still at the sight that awaited them. There was a man, a boy really, in the room, but he was alone. In the faint light of their lone torch in the windowless room, Steve could see he was dirty and naked, crouching on the thin, filthy pallet on the floor—and his wrists and ankles were in chains.
After a second, Steve’s nose caught up with his eyes. He had largely been ignoring his strongest sense, since the whole keep smelled so pungently of filth, of untold unwashed bodies. The smell had been even stronger upstairs, but now it was overpowering, and overlaid with a new scent—an omega, frightened near to death.
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While in pursuit of a pack of bandits, Sir Steven Rogers, Captain of the King's Guard, comes across an abused, abandoned omega. A medieval hurt/comfort ABO AU.