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Hello my talented mutual!!
I’ve been DEVOURING Your New Pack, it’s one of the best written hybrid fics I’ve ever seen!! I love the characterisation and developments, plus the chapter where Bakugou goes Bakunom nom nom is filled with such delicious angst!!
It hurt my heart so badly, poor baby didn’t deserve what he went through, so I’m providing some fluff 💪💪
Wolf! Katsuki having soft cuddles with reader during the winter snow (I’m in the UK and it’s been snowing so bad 😭)!! Big beefy boi snuggling you tightly, arms wrapped around you protectively and growling every time that you move. You’ve come to realise his tricks and tells, but you know that this wasn’t a growl of threat. He just loves you your warmth, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck, happy chuffs and sleepy whines every time you try to make yourself a little more comfortable.
Rubbing gentle circles against his slightly chubbed up tummy, his belly much softer since he’s been eating your food. Occasionally scratching his pointy ears and being rewarded by his sleepy sighs, tail wagging slightly.
He has made so much progress compared to when you first took him home, the muzzle now rusting away in some land fill.
He has now made his forever home.
i don’t have anything to add. i love it. thank u for sending this to me. <3-Mello
Genre tags: Hurt/Comfort, childhood friends to lovers, omegaverse themes because wolves, aged up
Warnings: Sex reference, swearing, hording reference, divorce reference, slight angst
Word Count: 1.2k
Authors Note:
I had a plan and did not stick to it. This is looking to be a four or five chapter fic.
Summary:
The reader meets up with Katsuki after their one night stand to explain why she left as a teen. Turns out, wolves have never heard of divorce. This chapter is relatively safe for work.
Do not repost.
You stopped by the laundromat before your visit with Katsuki. Your father had a washer and dryer at home, but they were currently being used for storage, for rocks of all things, and likely needed to be replaced. After checking that no one was looking, you gave Katsuki's borrowed shirt a deep sniff. It still smelled like him, but what could he smell? Wolves were known for their keen senses-- would he be able to guess the state of the house from smelling it? You dropped the shirt in the wash, added an extra splash of bleach to the tub to be on the safe side, and pressed start. The countdown started at thirty minutes. You checked the time. By the time this last load would be dry and folded, you would have three hours before your father got home. Factoring in the drive and hiking time, you'd have two hours to talk with Katsuki. More than enough time.
You slouched down in one of the cheap laundromat chairs and went over how you were going to have that conversation. You decided last night that you needed to keep it simple. Tell him only what he needed to know: Your parents divorced, you moved away with your mom, and didn't know how to contact him. You would not give any details he didn't ask for. Under no circumstances would you mention the hoard. With the fresh laundry safely locked in your rental truck, you went to the bathroom to change your clothes and slathered on so much sunscreen you looked three shades lighter. You grimaced at your reflection, feeling guilty for going to the same lengths an alcoholic would to hide the smell of booze after their last bender. You had no reason to feel ashamed. It wasn't even your mess. Maybe the guilt came from lying by omission. Maybe because your father was hurting and you abandoned him in his time of need. You pressed the thought down, taking practiced breaths. On your way out, you noticed the battered condom dispenser by the door. The conversation you were about to have would surely squash any chances at getting lucky tonight. You bought two, anyway, and stuck them deep in your front pocket. You didn't want a repeat of last time. Well, you did want a repeat of last time, preferably with protection.
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About half an hour later, you sat next to your old friend at the end of the fishing dock, your jeans rolled up to your knees, ankles dragging in the water. You hugged your backpack to your chest as you apologized for the umpteenth time.
“Stop fucking apologizing and just spit it out.”
“I'm sorr--” You clamped your jaw shut, catching yourself. You rehearsed this so well on the drive here, but something about seeing his face ripped your perfect monologue into shambles. “This went so much better in my head.” What's worse is that he's being so nice about it. Nice for him, anyway. Seeing how much he had grown as a person only made the time you spent apart feel so much bigger.
You recalled your breathing exercises and tried again. “My parents got divorced. We tried to do the split custody thing, but it didn't work out. When I went to my mom's that last time, I thought it was just going to be for a week, but then we moved further away, and I didn't know how to contact you. I'm... I want to say I'm sorry, but I know you don't want to hear it.” Katsuki had been unusually quiet for a long time. Anxiety seized in your chest. “Please say something.”
You stared at his profile, trying to gauge his expression. He seemed... confused. His brow furrowed. “You lived at your father's den, and then at your mother's den.”
“Mm hmm” You nodded, not bothering to correct his lupine word choice.
“Separate dens.”
“Yes. Mom moved out after they got divorced.”
His nose wrinkled. “What's 'divorce'?”
Your jaw dropped as you repeated his question in your mind. What's divorce? This is not where you thought this conversation was going, but at least he wasn't asking about the house itself. “Do wolves not have divorce?”
“Would I be fucking asking if we did?”
That's fair. “Maybe you just have a different word for it. Divorce is when... Divorce is...” Your nose stung, and you could feel the tears coming. You kicked your feet in the water to distract yourself, watching the fish scatter as you made waves. You sighed. “My parents were married-- you'd say mated-- and now they're not. That's divorce. Mom's with someone else now. He's nice, so that's good.”
You could feel Katsuki still beside you.
“Kacchan?”
“Did your father die?”
“No, they're still alive, just--” You gestured vaguely, “separate.”
The wolf man stood abruptly, and started pacing the length of the pier. “They were mated, and now they're just... un-mated?” Bile rose in his throat. He might be sick. Wolves don't just up and un-mate their mate.
You watched him grow more agitated. “Close. ‘Un-mate’ would be an annulment. Divorce is more like... ‘stop-mate.’ If that makes sense.”
“You have more than one kind? No, it doesn't make any fucking sense!” He raked his fingers through his hair. Katsuki was pissed, and he didn't know who he should be pissed at. He wanted to howl at the injustice of it all. His quirk fired off in his hands, but he barely felt it. Un-mate. Stop-mate. It was complete bullshit. He could have lived his whole life without hearing those words, and now he couldn't un-hear them.
You chased after him, “Katsuki! It's okay! It was years ago.”
“It's not okay, it's fucked up!” He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into a hug so tight your ribs ached. You squeezed him back, tearing up again. It was a hug that came almost a decade late, but you needed it the same, burying your face in his neck. “That shit should never happen. I am so fucking sorry. Fucking un-mate--” He spat out the distasteful word, combing his fingers through your hair. “[Y/N], I would never un-mate you.”
Something about his scent sapped the fight right out of you. Your father had mentioned something about certain wolves having calming effect. Was this it, or part of his quirk? You had been running on stress for so long; without it, you deflated against him. He spoke as if you were a couple, but you didn't have the energy to argue. He smelled so good, like the smoke rising from a snuffed-out candle. You absently wondered if he tasted good, too. “Kacchan...” You turned your head, nuzzling against the same spot on his collar where he bit you last night. You could do the same, you thought, licking your lips. He'd probably let you. You could barely keep your eyes open.
“Don't go falling asleep on me now,” he warned, threading his fingers through your hair.
