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Will presents as an omega years past the age he was supposed to. The late presentation forces his body through a transformation it was never meant to endure so late.
And Mike. Mike is finally faced with the chance to claim what he’s always considered his, whether Will is ready for it or not.
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It’s a collage au where Mike offers will somewhere to stay after Wills roommate kicks him out and one thing leads to another..
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- Part 4 of Byler Oneshots!!!
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The door is slightly ajar, letting in soft light in the dark hallway. When he steps close enough, he finally gets a glimpse inside. He finds Mike in what looks like a nursery of some sort. He has his back turned to the doorway, his black shaggy mullet curling raven locks behind his ears, his black T-shirt covering broad shoulders where the Alpha has significantly filled out over the years.
When he gently turns around, a baby is resting on his shoulder. Mike has a gentle hand against her back, the other forearm keeping the baby upright, keeping her steady and safe against his chest. He’s pacing slowly– back and forth, in circles, rocking her a little in his arms.
Will steps forward a little too soon.
Or,I give Mike Wheeler a baby. Will promptly loses his mind.
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Something is wrong. Something is really wrong. He is hurt. He has to be hurt. When? How? Mike was right there. He was right there.
“Shit,” he whispers. Then louder, “Shit—Will, hey. Stay with me.”
Lucas looks over at the sound of his voice. Dustin does too, their argument cutting off mid-sentence.
Mike barely notices.
He cups Will’s face with one shaking hand, trying to get him to focus. “Look at me. Come on, look at me.”
Will tries.
Mike can see him trying, and that somehow makes it worse.
His eyelids flutter. His gaze catches on Mike’s face for half a second, slips, catches again. There is something open in his expression, something fragile and stripped down and horribly unlike the way Will usually holds himself together.
“It’s nothing,” Will murmurs.
Mike almost laughs, except there is nothing funny in him at all.
“What?”
-- another injured will fic , i am addicted , leave a comment if you like it
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He took a step forward, his eyes scanning the shop for the source of the heavenly scent. His tail caught the edge of a tall wooden stand displaying dozens of small potted lavender plants.
Crash!
The stand wobbled precariously for a moment before tipping over completely. Terracotta pots shattered on the polished wooden floor, spilling dark soil and lavender sprigs everywhere. The sound was deafening in the quiet shop.
"Shit!" Mike yelped, his ears flattening against his head with pure mortification. He dropped to his knees immediately, trying to gather the broken pieces, his tail still going a mile a minute, now knocking over a nearby watering can. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean that up."
"That's... quite alright." The voice was soft, a little hesitant, but it sent a shiver down his spine.
Mike looked up.
And the world stopped.
Or: The werehare omegaverse flower shop au nobody asked for.