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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. no slutty scenes this one, soft simon, PTSD flashbacks/hallucinations mentioned, panic attacks, mental health issues are heavy in this one pookies, as well as mentions of abuse/attempted murder. SIMON SAYS THE L WORD !!!!

oh my loves its been too long! i wanted this one to be so much longer (we were supposed to meet johnny in this one originally), but due to my hand injury i can't type for long periods of time (really can't go more than fifteen minutes) on my phone or on my laptop, i am unfortunately not making any progress in healing (im losing range of motion, lots of tingling and swelling and pain still unfortunately..ortho wants to do an mri & shit now because this was supposed to be healed by 6 weeks nd its been MUCH longer than that)..also i recently went on my first ever vacation..i also went to my first bar/nightclub while on vacation and it was nuts!! how have you guys been? what are our thoughts on this chap?? what do we think will happen next??? what are your hopes and dreams for rosie & si, i love hearing yalls input !!

series masterlist here, series playlist coming soon!

CHAPTER SIX: the life i lived before

it was a long, quiet process to clean up all of the mess you’d made. Silently you knelt next to him, knees still bloodied as you picked up all the bits of glass that were too big to be swept, kept close to him, letting the warmth of his body and his safety wash over you and your wolf, let it soothe you from the outside in.

He didn’t ask questions at first, didn’t try to stop you from helping either, handed you the trash bin so you wouldn’t have to walk across the floor, handed you the broom and dust pan. Helped you up off the ground when he saw how shaky your legs and arms were, a kiss to the crown of your head as he pulled you against him. Your body sags with his arms around you, like it finally stopped being on edge, finally recognized the safety you had.

For what it’s worth, he takes the liberty of opening the basement door and picking up the laundry basket, you hear his heavy footsteps clamber down the rickety old stairs as he goes, hear him muttering to himself but you dont hear what he says, can’t make out the words over the sound of the washing machine starting, of the lid on the top loader slamming. It makes you jump, the dust pan clattering from your hands as you dump it in the bin.

“alrigh’ Lovie?” You hear him call softly, footsteps coming back up the stairs, gentler than when they went down, but in less of a hurry, less frustrated.

You’re just bending over to pick it up when you see the top of his head cresting the stairs. “Ye-yeah..just dropped it..” You muster the words, heart thudding in your chest still, but calmed enough that it doesn’t hurt anymore. “Simon..” He’s at the top of the stairs now, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess that’s left, your blood streaked on the hardwood, grunts at his name leaving your lips, eyes slowly meeting yours.

“I’m…I’m sorry you had to see that.” His eyebrows knit together in that way they do when he’s trying to figure something out, tongue pushes against his cheek like he’s trying to think of words to say. You think he looks upset, but you can’t tell if it’s at you or if it’s at the mess you made. “I..that..it hasn’t happened in a long, long time..i-i won’t let it happen again.” You can’t even look at him, eyes dropped to the floor by his feet, cowering in on yourself again, tensing like you’re expecting him to say something mean. You deserve it. You think. What kind of idiot does that?

He lets a long breath go through his nose, opens his mouth like he’s finally found the words he was looking for. “Let’s get you cleaned up, lovie..” His voice is gentle, calm as it washes over you. No hint of anger or frustration that you’re used to when you mess up or do stupid things. “Nasty business getting all that glass out of you..up you go, babygirl..” He’s across the kitchen before you know it, three long strides and suddenly he’s got his hands crooked under your armpits, lifting you with such ease and setting you up on the top of the island, legs spread as he notches himself between them.

You grip the front of his shirt almost instinctively, fisting it tightly as you look up at him, mouth parted and eyes wide, still shocked that he can lift you like that, shocked that he’s being so nice and sweet to you still. You’re going to ask him a question, ask him why, but before you can get the words formed on your tongue, his hand is gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him, brown eyes looking fierce.

His tongue darts out, licks his lips before he speaks, voice gruff and thick. “Do not ever apologize to me for something that you can’t control, d’ya hear me?” You nod as much as his grip will let you, fingers holding your jaw too tight to let you speak. “I don’t know what that was, don’t know what was going through that pretty little head o’yours but I know that whatever it is, I don’t like it. My job is to protect you, to keep you safe, even from things I can’t see, I need you to let me in..I..even if it hurts me to hear, I need to be able to help you, ri’ lovie? Tha’s my job as your Alpha, innit?”

Another nod, more tears forming in your eyes now. His words are too sweet, too good to be true that voice in the back of your head whispers. She over talks it though. He needs to know, little one.

She’s not wrong. He does need to know, you’re not stupid enough to think that you can go on like everything is normal after a scene like that. After you went absolutely deranged.

“I’m not asking you to tell me right now, but..someday, soon, I need you to, okay?” He kisses your forehead, lingers, one hand pressing the back of your head foreword, burying your face in his chest. “..scared me, lovie..didn’t know what the hell to do, or what was happening..but, I got you, yeah? Always got you..”

“I know..” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, and for the first time ever in your life, you feel safe. You feel loved. Because of him, because of this big rough man that wants to fight your demons, because he let you feel vulnerable and weak with him. Because he doesn’t see just an useless, spineless omega or a cunt to breed, because he sees his sweet Rosie, his mate, the only one whose ever carried his mark, the only belly he’s ever tried to put one of his pups in..the only person who he’s ever felt the need to kill on sight for, the need to protect at all costs, to love and provide for.. “I know..”

Another kiss to your forehead as he pulls away, taking a step back. “Don’t you fuckin move, yeah? I’ll be right back.” He practically runs up the stairs, you hear his heavy steps thudding down the upstairs hallway, hear the bathroom door open, the cabinets slam..he comes back just a couple minutes later with a first aid kit gathered from random supplies. “Good girl..” He practically growls, setting the kit down beside you, kneeling down to the kitchen floor.

Your feet dangled, brushing against his shoulders with him crouched down that low, toes wiggling as you kicked them back and forth absentmindedly. He tears open a couple of packets, brown eyes looking up into yours, your heart catching in your throat when you see the metallic glint of a sewing needle and a pair of tweezers. “Gonna hurt a bit babygirl, promise i’m not doin’ it on purpose, lovie..” He presses a kiss to one of your ankle as he lifts the foot up to rest on his shoulders, then one to the inside of your bloodied knee, lip getting caught on one of the shards of glass still stuck in it.

“You’re bleeding..” You whisper, watching him with wide, worried eyes. It pools on his upper lip, one big dark bead of crimson before it drops down to his plump bottom lip, staining the pink of the skin that dark red, you watch it travel down more, rolling down the stubble starting on his chin, down down down past the little scar that sits there until you lift your other leg without thinking, rubbing your polished big toe against the bottom of his chin, catching the bead of blood before it could roll off completely and splatter on the ground.

His eyes are on you the whole time, pupils dark and blown wide. You feel his warm lips on your foot, kissing it..then..feel the wet heat of his spongy tongue running along the side of your toe where the blood had dribbled, eyes never leaving yours. Your breath catches, your pussy clenches and your heart lurches.. “Simon?”

He hums, licking his lips, smearing the red with his tongue. “S’no use havin’ my spilled blood marring your pretty skin, lovie..” His big hand cups the leg thats propped up on his shoulder, the other coming up, glinting with the tweezers in them. “I’d rather my lips be cut up and bloody over your knees any day..s’shame watchin’ you bleed out like this, all that pretty red of your life gettin’ everywhere..s’okay though, babygirl, i’ll fix it for you.”

He’s so gentle with the way he does it, humming some tune under his breath as he works the tiny bits of glass out of your knee & shin. Murmuring about how good you’re doing, whispering that he loves you against your still stained skin. It makes your heart melt, your tummy flutters..it felt like you had the whole goddamn zoo running around inside of you watching him like this, on his knees before you, so soft and so gentle when you knew that wasn’t his nature.

You weren’t exactly sure when you decided to start talking about it, but somehow, it slipped out..and when it started, well, it just kept going. “I was the only omega..” You whispered, voice thick with the emotions, face scrunched as if it hurt to say. You hissed when he pulled out a particularly sharp piece, the air hitting the open wound. He mutters an apology, looks up at you like he wants you to continue. “All of my siblings..they were all..alpha’s, i think two of them were beta’s..I was never allowed to interact with them much, you know? He..he kept me separate from them, always said i would taint them with my weakness, that I didn’t deserve to be in the presence of such strength, perfection..”

He snorts, his eyebrows furrowed in that way they did when he was frustrated with something, trying to figure something out but it was proving to be more and more complex..you’d seen him stare at the crossword in the newspaper like that the other day..at the garbage disposal when it stopped working and backed the whole sink up. He worked his fingers though, taking out shard after shard, steady.

You kept speaking. “I killed my mama.” He looks up at you then, nearly drops the tweezers.

“Baby-” You cut him off with a shake of your head, bite your lip.

“I..i know I didn’t actually kill her, Si,” You whisper, a sniffle escaping you. “But, I spent every day of my life until John found me being told that I did..that my existence was the reason she was dead, because she took her last breath while I took my first.” The look on his face is one of pain, like it hurt him to hear you say that. You thought it was funny that it hurt him like that, when it had stopped hurting you so long ago and had simply become a fact. A truth that you lived with daily. “I..don’t know anything about her, you know? He never talked much about her except for reminding me that I was the reason she no longer existed. He wasn’t cruel to my siblings, so, I liked to imagine that he wasn’t cruel to her either, that he must have loved her in some way otherwise he wouldn’t have been so angry at me for existing while she doesnt, you know?”

You whimper as he pours some rubbing alcohol over that first knee, finished pulling all the bits of glass out. He blows on it, cool breath soothing the burning. “Shh, baby..” He whispers, deep voice gruff. “Gonna need a couple of stitches on some of these, couple of shards were pretty deep..looks about the same on the other knee too..”

You watch as he threads the needle with such steady hands, despite the shake you heard in his voice. “He kept me in the basement.” His hands still again, you stare at the basement door. “Kept me..as a glorified maid. Beat me black and blue whenever he had the chance, always reminding me that i exist because she didn’t and that he could never forgive me for that..” The noise he makes is concerning, but he doesn’t look up at you as he pushed the needle through your skin, doesn’t flinch when you cuss him out for a second. “I think he tried to kill me sometimes, you know? But my wolf..she was weak then, he never let me..let me you know..let her out..never..but she was always there” You felt her soft embrace in the back of your mind as you spoke, couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. “I think she’s the only reason I survived. That, and John..”

“You know, i never touched grass before?” He drops the fucking needle at your words, just finished tying it off, pulling the thread with his teeth.

“Whatdya mean, lovie, you go outside all the time..” Oh, you loved this big soft man, clueless as he was sometimes.

“Yeah, because I’m allowed to now.” You whisper. “My dad..I wasn’t allowed out of the house. He told everybody that I died with her, I wasn’t supposed to exist to anyone but the people who lived in our home..” He kisses your knee, and when he looks up at you, you swear you see tears in those beautiful eyes of his. “He um..one of my last nights there..he..he had grabbed me by the back of my head, tore chunks of hair out after i had dropped a glass when he yelled at me, i dropped down to pick it up, but I wasn’t moving fast enough, even with half the bits stuck in my legs..he..he dragged me up off the ground and he tossed me down the basement stairs, broke some ribs, hit my head so hard that I blacked out and im pretty sure I had a concussion..”

“Baby-“ You cut him off with a shake of your head, not done just yet as he starts working on your other knee.

“He left me down there for days, in and out of consciousness, door locked..no light..nobody came when i begged for help, for food, water..” Your voice wavers, and you have to look away from him, can’t bear to see the tears in his eyes. “My wolf, she kept me alive, nursed me from the inside out, even though she didn’t really have the strength..nearly killed herself in the process im sure..felt like my whole mind was ripping apart.” You remember the next part so vividly, like it had happened yesterday. “One day, my dad had John over, i still to this day don’t know what for..probably to try and marry off my older sister would be my guess, to make strong alpha babies for him..but..my wolf..she..she did something, was somehow able to catch his attention even locked in the basement..John..he carried me out of there, brought me here…” You’re not sure how to tell him that your father tried to fight him, tried to tell him you were just the drunken maid. Don’t tell him that John damn near cried when he looked down those stairs at you crumpled in a heap.

You don’t even feel the glass coming out anymore, barely register his fingers. “I wasn’t even a person when he saved me, Simon. I didn’t even have a name, didn’t know how to read or write..i still can barely do it sometimes..” You don’t think you have it in you to say anymore. “He..John was so kind to me, so gentle and sweet..if it wasn’t for him, i don’t think i’d be here today. I think I would have died in that basement.”He works so reverently, brow furrowed and eyes hard as he stares at your knee, fingers working quickly but gently. He doesn’t say anything for a long while, and for the most part you don’t expect him to, you don’t even think you want him to. That was a lot to dump on him, especially after putting him through the freak out that you did. It’s not until he’s tied off the thread in your other knee and kissed it with a gentleness that even you don’t expect from him that you hear his voice. “But you didn’t die, Rosie.” You see the tears in his eyes as he looks up at you from where he sat still at your feet, one big hand wrapped around one of your ankles, thumb rubbing against your skin soothingly. “You’re here now, and you’ll never be unsafe again..you’ll never not be loved, by me, or by John..we’re your family, lovie, and in our family we take care of each other, protect one another, even when we think we don’t need protecting, even when we think we don't deserve to be taken care of, because we love each other..I love you, Rosie..”

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