I've been having thoughts about willmack as a variant of patrochilles for a WHILE now but it was always in my backburner. Then I saw this wonderful edit by 87babygirl just this morning and I was like- fuck it, let's just do it. I alsoooo combined it with a thing that I teased last january that never came into fruition.
And so, here is a little sneak peak to my song of achilles inspired, beta/alpha, childhood friends to lovers, melting pot of a fic!
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The crowd thrummed with energy, a living, breathing thing that pulsed through the arena. Will felt the hairs on his skin prickle as he watched the god before him in his element. That mythic movement of his body as if the waves in the ocean personified, surging, chilling and unrelenting. Will's lack of biological disposition doesn't dwindle the effect that he has on him.
Will could almost recall meeting this prodigy with his magnetic presence and gap-toothed smile. Mack was just a child then, clinging to his mother, unwilling to depart. His lips pursed into petulant pout while a semblance of unshed tears blossomed in the corner of his eyes. There wasn't instinct and genetics reigning over them at that time. So unlike this image in front of him, it's hard to think he used to be, or is still a boy and not just the behemoth that he is in the ice, the king that he is.
What a privilege it was seeing Macklin Celebrini play hockey.
He ruled the ice- commanding, precise, untouchable. Teammates shifted instinctively under his silent direction, falling into perfect positions as if pulled by gravity itself. Plays unfolded that shouldn't have been possible, not unless you were Macklin Celebrini.
And at that right moment where the puck is handled by a d-man towards the opponents zone, Will felt the bump of the puck against his stick.
He didn't look. He didn't need to.
He knew exactly where Mack was.
With a single, fluid motion, Will sent the puck across the ice.
Macklin caught it clean. There was no hesitation-only that sharp, terrifying focus. He drove forward and slammed it towards the net then the goal horns started blaring.
Will could feel Mack's intense gaze looking outwardly to him. That same electric, prickling feeling surged through him again, stronger this time- like standing too close to the sun and wanting to burn anyway.
God.
How wonderful it was to be seen by him.
Will surged forward, crashing into Macklin in a burst of adrenaline and triumph. Their bodies collided hard, laughter and breathless shouts lost in the chaos as the rest of the team piled onto them in celebration- voices roaring, singing praises to that unbelievable series of events. Will could almost sense a faint scent that the other boy produced, not strong but still there like sea breeze, campfires, dark chocolate and something unplaceable, something distinctly Mack. Will's helmet unsheathed by the mayhem surrounding him revealing his golden blonde hair.
But it didn't matter.
It felt like they were the only two in the arena.
Mack's gloved hand found Will's hair, rough and certain, tugging just enough to send a shiver down his spine. Then, softer- his touch lingered, brushing, grounding.
A graze of lips against the edge of Will's helmet. Then a nose in approximation of his nonexistent scent gland. Still, he felt Mack lightly scent him.
Barely there. And yet everything.
Mack whispered something so lightly that Will almost missed it. But he didn't.
He couldn't.
Will felt Mack's words settle deep in his chest, warm, blinding and absolute like an oath carved in stone.
See, in that moment, there was no crowd, no game, no world beyond this.
Only the quiet, overwhelming truth:
The god had chosen him.
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Writing this actually freaked me tf out. I've never written an omegaverse fic before 🥹 and I don't even read a ton of omegaverse because I just prefer beta/alpha dynamics and I didn't see anything with that in willmack ao3 so imma just write it myself 💀 So, excuse me if the omegaverse elements are a bit wonky, I am trying. Also would love to elevate the mythic themes, might even include some soulmate stuff, fated in the stars type beat even tho their biology doesn't scream it, which makes it spicy in my opinion. I still have to figure out the whole hockey thing here. I literally just went with the flow and ended up here which might bite me in the butt. Anyways, yeah, very nervous about this fic. It took quite a while editing this more than writing it tbh. Ok, imma stop yapping, hope y'all like it.
