#willmack fic

masterlist

a/n: im done linking all the parts to ts guys I'm sorry,😓

warnings: suggestive, swearing

(more to be added)

milk and honey by tanlines

The first weird thing is that Mack skips out on practice skate.

The second is that he lies about why.

hall of fame fic. dear god. i was hooked from the first paragraph!!

god is real (he was sleepin’ in my bed last night) by beyondearths by beyondearths

or: the world, including will smith, assumed macklin celebrini was a beta. the world was wrong, but macklin wasn't going to correct it.

one of my fav abo fics!! will is so sweet here ):

anywhere you want me by @alltimecharlo

“Macky, this is my friend Will. He’s staying for dinner.”

Mack bristles immediately. Macky. He hates when Aiden says that in front of people. Especially cool new people with very blue eyes.

“Mack,” he corrects quickly. Firm.

Will smiles again, this time a little wider. “Hi, Mack.”

Mack swallows. “Hi,” he says, softly.”

i’ve read this one so many times and it hits just as hard each time

just like heaven by @thatblackstarinleo

“OR: Will goes to college, plays hockey, accidentally bonds with his biggest rival, and absolutely refuses to acknowledge it.”

hands down my favorite willmack fic. ever. just read it. the nicojack fic in this universe is my favorite nicojack fic.

show me (those pretty white jaws) by ricawritesthings

Macklin has a biting thing. Then he just plain has a thing for Will. Will is amenable.

MOUTH STUFF MY BELOVED

heaven in hiding by eros_menoitiades

Macklin Celebrini is an omega, and Will might be the only person on the face of the earth to know it.

i adore this trope and this was such a journey

looking for a partner by haroldslouis

or, the one where Will overhears Mack making the audacious claim that he'd make "a fucking baller husband, bro" and he can't help but fixate. Hard.

PEAKKKK this was so fucking good the tension drove me insane

so sweet, a mean streak

Will knows it's serious because Mack is blatantly studying him with this narrowed, slow-blinking stare, and maybe a stranger would think they're innocent, but to Will they're probably the biggest fuck-me eyes he’s seen in a hot minute. It’s hard to keep a smirk from working itself across his face, so he lets it win. “Patience, dude.”

“I’ve been fucking patient,” Mack hisses, and when he unties his skate he picks up the shoe like he’s considering throwing it at him, blade and all.

yum. sub mack ily. their dynamic here was soooo buzzy i loved it

part one

** please note the order has no meaning. i am NOT rating fics!

** you'd think i bookmarked fics by the order i've read them, alas i am a mess who forgets to bookmark stuff and is trying to be better about it, so that's why the order might not make sense lol but this list will help me keep track so yay!

multi-chapter fics:

baby, spare me all the rest by somewereroses — 3 chapters, explicit

something tells me by pnwren — 10 chapters, explicit

bad idea by dalsy — 2 chapters, mature

shoot your shot by haroldslouis — 3 chapters, explicit

safe bet by loganes — 2 chapters, explicit

break my heart and start a fire (you got me overnight) by cryproudly99 — 4 chapters, explicit

i get what i want (and last i checked, it's you) by cryproudly99 — 2 chapters, explicit

one-shots:

born for this by dalsy — mature

best friends and better halves by breakfasts — teen and up audiences

hands off by dalsy — explicit

Dead Reckoning by tanlines — explicit

puppy love by dalsy — general audiences

god is real (he was sleepin' in my bed last night) by beyondearths — explicit (omegaverse)

fueling the fire by beyondearths — explicit (omegaverse)

jaws by dalsy — explicit

alone together by dalsy — explicit

Milk and Honey by tanlines — explicit

golden boy by dalsy — explicit

warm blanket by allthespoons — explicit

spring tides by somewereroses — explicit

test drive by dalsy — explicit

Violent Delights by Anonymous — explicit (omegaverse)

sounds like trouble by dalsy — explicit

i scratched, you won by allthespoons — explicit

sidelined by dalsy — explicit

buckle on your belt by litaf1101 — mature

Black lagoon, call me a swamp monster by mcjesuswept — explicit

Pacify by tanlines — explicit

bloodsport by dalsy — explicit

the front door barely clicks shut behind him before you're off the couch and in front of him.

will's still clad in team-issued sweats, sling strapped tight around his chest. the faint bruise peeking out from his collar is already turning a deep, ugly purple.

you swallow.

"hey," he says softly.

the pittsburgh game feels like it happened a year ago, not two days. you watched him get driven into the boards. your mind hadn't stopped replaying it yet.

you step forward slowly, like any sudden movement might send a new shock of pain through his bruised shoulder. you reach for his bag before he can get his shoes off and guide him inside, then toe the door shut with your foot so he doesn’t have to twist.

"don't carry that."

Cast No Shadow

Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith🩵

Explicit | Time Travel AU | 100k+ words | 13 chapters | completed! updates will come swiftly as editing progresses!

The only reason Mack’s not majorly freaking out right now is because of what Toff told him no more than a week prior. This happens in hockey. A lot. It’s just that… Mack had never really considered it happening to him.

Chapter 6 (10k) is out now!

chapter 7 delayed but coming soon! <3

PLEASE READ

last updated - 24 June, 2026

requests: open :)

Total number of works: girl idk, i stopped counting (52, not counting indv chapters)

All of these should be considered one-shots/stand-alones unless otherwise stated!

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Before the house keys. Before September. Before the letter.

But when it finally happens, it happens all at once.

They move into the new place just as the air starts to shift toward fall, boxes half-unpacked and sunlight spilling across hardwood floors that still don’t quite feel like theirs yet. Mack laughs it off, but Will can already feel it building. The season, the expectations, the weight of something just out of reach but inevitable.

And then the C is stitched onto Mack’s chest.

It’s quiet when it happens. No grand announcement between them, no big reaction. Just Will standing there, tracing the letter with his fingertips, and knowing that everything is about to change.

The requests start trickling in before the season even properly begins. Team dinners. Appearances. Charity events. Community outreach. Media days that stretch too long and leave Mack blinking under bright lights, answering the same questions in slightly different ways. Playoff talk starts early this year, hovering over everything like a promise or a threat.

Mack takes it all in with quiet determination, like he always does. Back straight, jaw set, like he’s bracing for the eve of battle. In front of the team, he smiles, nods, and shows up.

But Will sees what lingers. The way his shoulders hold tension longer than they used to. The way his laugh comes a second too late some days.

So Will steps in.

It’s not a conversation. Not really. Just something he does.

One night, Mack falls asleep on the couch with the game tape still playing softly in the background, and Will opens his laptop at the kitchen island. He builds a spreadsheet. Then another. Then another. By the end of the week there are twenty tabs, everything color-coded, cross-referenced, dated down to the hour. Events, requests, follow-ups, logistics. It becomes a system. Something controlled. Something manageable.

He texts Cat and Felicia, again and again, until they finally give in and add him to the WAG group chat. He scrolls through months of messages, learning the rhythms, the expectations, the unspoken rules. He inserts himself where needed. Volunteers without making it obvious.

He takes the late-night calls so Mack doesn’t have to. Answers emails over morning coffee. Coordinates dinners, confirms guest lists, tracks RSVPs. Spends an entire afternoon hunched over fabric samples, redesigning the team jacket until it feels right.

By December, their house isn’t just theirs anymore. It’s full. Laughter, music, games, people moving in and out of rooms, voices overlapping. Will is in the kitchen, sleeves pushed up, carefully frosting a giant teal Sharks cake while someone shouts his name from the living room.

Everything runs smoothly.

Everyone is happy.

And somehow, in the middle of it all, something small begins to slip.

It’s not noticeable at first. Just a missed afternoon here, a delayed plan there. The easy, aimless hours they used to fall into without thinking start disappearing, replaced by schedules and obligations and exhaustion that settles deep into their bones.

They used to spend entire evenings outside, shirtless by the pool, half-drunk on High Noons, making up ridiculous games just to have an excuse to touch. Sting pong bruises blooming across their skin like proof of it all, cold hands pressed to warm bodies, laughter spilling out of them. The world reduced to something small, contained, and entirely their own.

Now, when they finally get a moment alone, it feels borrowed.

They collapse into bed more than they climb into it. Barely speak some nights. Just press their foreheads together, eyes closed, breathing in sync like it’s the only way to steady everything else.

One night, Mack’s voice breaks the quiet.

“I hate what me being captain has done to you.”

Will lets out a tired breath, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “Don’t be stupid. You love everything I do for your sake.”

But Mack doesn’t rise to it. He just shifts closer, buries his face into Will’s neck, voice softer now.

“Not when what you do for me takes you away from me.”

The words land heavier than anything else has.

Will’s hand moves automatically, threading into Mack’s hair, holding him there. He doesn’t answer. Because there isn’t anything he could say that would make it simpler.

He doesn’t say that he’d do all of this again. That he already has, in his head, a hundred times over. That every spreadsheet, every call, every late night is worth it if it means Mack carries even a little less.

If it means seeing that easy, unguarded smile a few more times. The one that’s been showing up less and less lately.

Mack’s breathing slows, steadying into sleep.

Will stares at the ceiling a little longer.

Yeah, he thinks, I’d run myself into the ground just to keep pace with how fast your world is spinning.

And somewhere in that half-space between waking and sleep, Mack shifts closer, like instinct, like gravity, a quiet pull neither of them ever fights.