i need an omega will au where willmack are playing for bc and bu, and mack has never played against an omega before, so he just keeps saying all the wrong things around will.
he’s annoyed at will for his stupid cellys and his stupid friends and the stupid way he always seems to score against bu, and has absolutely nothing against his biology— he barely even thinks about the omega part, to be honest. he just thinks will smith is unbelievably irritating and stuck up.
and yet, when mack makes a FACTUAL comment about “omegas never making the first round” while some guys were talking about the draft at center ice during warm ups, ryan leonard nearly bites his head off.
and while yes, mack knows he’s kind of a brat sometimes, rick didn’t raise him to be that type of alpha. the type that makes incredibly talented and funny and kind boys like will smith go quiet and take a step backwards after mack mutters that his smell is distracting during a faceoff. (it was distracting! lavender and fresh bread made it very hard for mack to concentrate on the power play. sue him.)
so mack makes it his mission to be the most supportive alpha imaginable when it comes to will being an omega in the world of hockey, while still absolutely despising him as a person. not because he likes will. obviously not. he actually can’t stand him.
he just... thinks will deserves better than alphas who make him feel weird about being an omega. and those are two completely different things.
plus, it would make his dad proud and would probably look better for scouts, so it was a win-win for everyone!
he does way too much research, very casually asks his dad questions disguised as hypothetical locker room scenarios, and reads every article he can find about omega athletes. by the next bu vs. bc game, he feels fully ready to prove he’s a respectful, gentleman-type alpha, even if he hates will smith more than anyone.
so, he doesn’t come too close to will’s personal space during faceoffs. he doesn’t make a face or pretend to be disgusted when he notices will sending calming pheromones toward the bc bench. he very maturely ignores the fact that the lavender-and-bread smell is still making it annoyingly difficult to focus.
and then there’s a scrum. a rough one, with will right in the middle of it. it was almost laughable, because will hates fighting and can’t throw a punch to save his life.
but a very deep part of macklin doesn’t think it’s funny at all, so he grabs will by the back of his jersey, the same way he does with aiden when he can tell his brother’s about to lose the fight, and pulls him out of the main group before anyone can take a swing at him.
it’s just the two of them now, standing on the outskirts, watching their teammates pile on top of each other while the refs try to pull everyone apart.
and will stares just at mack. he looks confused, untrusting, like he’s waiting for mack to laugh in his face or get a good hit in now that he’s away from perrault and leonard. but mack doesn’t, keeping his eyes on the scrum, swallowing hard as he gives one tiny nod, and lets go of will’s jersey.
he mentally pats himself on the back as the teams finally get separated, feeling very pleased that he got will out of a fight in a respectful way. dada was going to be so proud! and maybe leonard would finally stop checking him so hard every chance he got.
meanwhile, will skates back to the bc bench with his scent tinged with confusion, because crazy intense baby celebrini, who always looks at will like he’s trying to vaporize him with his mind, just…tried to help him?
but he only gets to think about it for a second before ryan and gabe are asking if he’s ok, before he’s nodding and then right back over the boards for another shift.
he doesn’t think about it again until a hot july day a few months later, when he and macklin walk into the same locker room for sharks development camp. mack’s taller now, his pine scent stronger, his hair a little shorter, his baby face slowly disappearing.
will walks over with a smile, says hi because they’re definitely going to be seeing a lot more of each other now, and yet the first words out of macklin’s mouth are, “do you want the stall by the vent? so the airflow helps lessen all the new scents?”
will blinks. then smiles.
he always was a sucker for a gentleman.
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