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Take a Chance on Me - on AO3

Chapter 1: Prologue, I Have a Dream

Wheeler Moxley and Claudio Castagnoli have gotten engaged, and Wheeler's father, Jon, is elated. But there's one problem: 22 years ago, Mox was a bit...overcome by amorous feelings over a particularly crazy week, and doesn't know who Wheeler's other father is. The solution? Wheeler finds the three one night stands, and invites them to the wedding. Without telling anyone but Claudio. It'll be fine.

Okay. SO. A whole bucketload of disclaimers at the start of this. 1) There is a trans male character in this story who seeks out (rather irresponsible, but highly enjoyed) sex, and has penetrative sex (enthusiastically). Said trans character also finds himself pregnant and decides to keep the baby and carry it to term. If any of this is something that makes you uncomfortable, you can stop reading right now, no harm done. 2) Yes, Wheeler Yuta is actually Japanese and all dads involved are white guys. I know. We're suspending disbelief here because it's fanfiction and it's not real. Wheeler is still of Japanese descent in the fic. How? I don't know. I am neither a geneticist nor able to logic my way out of this, either. There appears to be no thread of logic in a Mamma Mia AU I came up with while driving home from a DnD party in February. 3) While this is a Mamma Mia! AU, it does not entirely align with the plot of the movie. I have taken liberties with much of the source material to make it match the characters, which I hope is acceptable.

Finally, I would not have been able to write this fic without the assistance of Bambi and Sarah, who have been the kindest sounding boards (and quality checkers) throughout this frenzied process. Thank you two <3

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy.

Wheeler swings their arms as they walk down the beach, hand in hand. Claudio’s been jittery all day, jumping at the most random of sounds, and Wheeler’s been – suspicious isn’t the right word, but something close to it.

“It’s really beautiful out here,” Claudio says, his voice squeaking on the last word. “The sunset, I mean.”

Wheeler nods, kicking at the waves as they slide up the sand to his toes. The water’s still a little chilly as it splashes over his flipflops, and he jumps.

“Cold?” Claudio asks.

Wheeler nods. “A little.” Claudio grins. “Don’t you fucking dare throw me in.”

“No?” Claudio asks. “What if –” He darts toward Wheeler to take him out at the knees, but Wheeler’s faster, spearing Claudio so he falls backward into the water, spluttering as the waves crash over his face.

Not for the first time, Wheeler finds his legs straddling Claudio’s hips. He grins. “We meet again.”

Claudio laughs, and then his face fades to something akin to panic. He starts patting at his pockets, practically throwing Wheeler off his lap as he sits up and scans the surface of the water. “Shit!” he yells, and Wheeler follows his hand as he grabs a little black box. “Oh, this isn’t how I. Oh no.”

Wheeler blinks. “Is that…?”

Claudio sighs, water dripping down his face as he pushes at Wheeler. “Stand up.”

His heart racing, Wheeler does so, the chill of the ocean water gone for the way his entire body lights up. “Claudio…”

A little labored, with his soaked jeans and shirt weighing him down, Claudio gets to one knee, holding out the sopping wet box. “Wheeler,” he says, lips presenting the name the way Wheeler likes hearing it best, “you’ve made me the man I am today, you knock me into the ocean and half drown me and I like it. You ruin my painstakingly designed proposal and are ten steps ahead of me at every turn.” He pops open the box, and a little platinum ring with black diamonds inlaid around the center makes itself known.

Wheeler’s heart has never beaten this fast. Not on the treadmill, not lifting weights, not in the ring with his dad. Not ever.

“Wheeler,” Claudio says, voice so soft it feels like silk, “will you marry me?”

He starts laughing, for some reason he can’t explain, and through it says, “Yes. Fuck, yes, Claudio, I’ll marry you.” Before he lets sense take over, he dives at Claudio, tackling them both back into the waves. He’ll find sand and salt all over himself for days, but so will Claudio, and it makes him want to catch this moment and trap it in the little box.

“Let me put the ring on you first!” Claudio laughs as he catches Wheeler and he practically tosses him back onto the sand. Wheeler gets a zing up his spine from it. He’ll never admit it, but being tossed around is part of the reason his yes was so immediate. Claudio’s hands shake, just the tiniest bit, as he slides the ring onto Wheeler’s finger.

“Can I tackle you into the water now?” Wheeler asks.

Claudio raises an eyebrow. “Or we go back to my house and,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “celebrate.”

Wheeler leaps to his feet. “Let’s go.”

The drive home is hands and lips making dangerous decisions, but, at the red light as the pass the gym, something hits him like a train.

“Oh, my god.”

“What?” Claudio says as they stop at a red light.

Wheeler’s eyes are locked on the Moxley Daily Fitness gym sign. “I gotta figure out who my other dad is.”

Wheeler is frowning at the ring on his finger as they drive home. Not because he’s annoyed at it, but because it has brought about a question he’d stop asking himself years ago.

“Wheeler.”

He snaps his head up to look at Claudio, who appears a bit concerned. “Yeah?”

“You do not need to find your other dad if you don’t want to,” Claudio says, and it’s clear he’s doing his best to stay neutral on the position. Wheeler would like him to have an opinion on this, just to have a better idea of what he should do next. “It’s okay to just have your dad walk you down the aisle.”

“No, because he’s going to marry us, duh,” Wheeler says, fidgeting with the ring on his finger. It fits perfectly. Almost too perfectly. “How did you figure out my ring size, exactly?”

Claudio’s grin is so knowing and smarmy it makes Wheeler want to blow him just to make his brain fall out so he forgets how to speak English. “Brought your dad into it. Remember when you were trying on his class rings the other day?”

“Son of a bitch,” Wheeler says, quietly.

“Wouldn’t that be calling your grandma a bitch?” Claudio asks. Wheeler pokes him in the ribs. “What I’m saying is that you may be able to sneak one by me, but I can surprise you, too.” His smile at the red light, directed right at Wheeler, is almost paralyzing. He almost forgets to berate him about the ring thing. Almost.

“Okay, speaking of which, are we actually going back to your place to bang, or are you bringing me to some sort of surprise engagement party?” He only feels half smug at the surprise on Claudio’s face. The other half is disappointed – his dick was very interested. “See, now I have a boner that’s going to go to waste.”

“It is not,” Claudio says, rolling his eyes as he turns back to the road. “Just. Keep it for…later? I guess.” He exhales. “I had a whole plan for this evening, and you knocked me into the ocean, so if either of us is going to be petulant tonight, it should be me.”

Wheeler shrugs. “You ask my dad first?”

Claudio barks out a laugh. “Yeah. Like Jon Moxley wants me to ask him permission for his son’s hand in marriage.”

“Maybe he would!” Wheeler asks. “I don’t know. Every once in a while he gets weirdly traditional about things.”

Claudio laughs even harder. “Your dad is as far from traditional as you can get.”

As they pull up in front of Claudio’s house, driveway full of cars, Wheeler’s not sure that’s true.

“Wheels!” his dad says, walking down the driveway with a big grin on his face. “How’d it go? You say yes, or do I have to take down the decorations?”

“You decorated?” Wheeler asks, letting himself be drawn into a familiar bear hug from his father.

“Course I did, buddy, my son’s getting married.”

Wheeler stares him down.

“Okay, so I had Renee and Britt help decorate,” he hedges, shrugging. “So sue me.”

“Meaning they insisted and you didn’t think of it until Renee came in with supplies,” Wheeler says as his dad gives him a noogie.

The house looks incredible – the hallmarks of Renee, who always decorates her station at their gym’s front desk impeccably for every season, all around. Wheeler gets pats on the back and congratulations from his friends, people who work at his dad’s gym, everyone. But Claudio never lets go of his hand.

“We’ve got snacks in the back,” says Britt, hustling them toward the back deck, “your dad had no part in making them.”

“Oh, thank god,” Claudio says on an exhale.

Wheeler can’t blame him.

The party’s not too raucous, with most of the people here sober or on diets requiring them to count macros, but Wheeler has a blast throughout the night.

“Did you see it coming?” Danny asks, running into him.

Wheeler shakes his head. “I had no idea.”

“Fuck yes!” he says, punching the air. “I helped make sure you weren’t busy today, so, really, this is all me.”

Wheeler pie faces him.

The party isn’t too big, thank god, and as the sun sets, Mox gives a toast to his son and his soon to be son in law. “To a growing family,” he ends, and they all clink glasses filled with nonalcoholic beers, soda, and hope.

Planning a wedding, Wheeler discovers, is hell. Without Renee and Claudio taking point, he’s pretty sure he would have settled for a backyard shindig or, hell, a courthouse afternoon. Instead, they’ve set it up so they have a hotel a few blocks down from their gym, right on the beach. Claudio and Wheeler, despite having a place nearby, have booked a hotel room from Thursday into Monday, just in case. They’ll have the ceremony in the courtyard, photos on the beach, and a reception in the hotel ballroom that overflows onto the sandy shores.

It helps, Wheeler muses, that his dad was able to coordinate with the Jacksons to use their hotel and give them unlimited access to the gym for a year in return.

“Well, Matt and Adam kinda saw you and Claudio and thought you were adorable, so,” Mox says. He’s convinced he sucks at the people part of the job. Wheeler’s not so sure his dad could suck at anything he cares about. “Only thing is, I gotta be nice to them all for the next few years.”

“You could always apologize for stealing Mr. Page’s car that one time,” Wheeler suggests.

His dad’s face darkens. “No. That was justified and he shouldn’t have tried to park overnight at the gym.”

Rolling his eyes, Wheeler goes back to the invitations. They’ve still got about two dozen to go.

The date creeps up slowly, with his phone calls across the country and across oceans to make sure everyone is available.

“Why is this harder than having a full time job?” Claudio complains as he falls back into bed. He splays across the width of it, so Wheeler just flops on top of him. Claudio lets out an oof.

“It feels like a full time job,” Wheeler mutters into Claudio’s chest. “We should’ve gotten married at a courthouse.”

“You say that all the time,” Claudio says, and Wheeler can practically hear the pout in his voice.

He lifts his head up to look a into Claudio’s eyes. “It’s because I care about marrying you,” he says firmly. “Not about all the other stuff.”

Claudio shrugs. “Yes, of course. But I also am really looking forward to that cake.”

#Mamma Mia AU #au Hell #ClaudiYoots #HELLO YES HERE WE ARE TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME #This is only the prologue #I'll probably post the real first chapter later tonight so I can fix the AO3 formatting #in which Sara writes #And yes the first part of this is from my wrestleprompts fic from Friday!#But I incorporated it into the prologue to make it a little cleaner #Anyway I hope you like it!#wtf i like wrestling now???

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