#mamma mia fic

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slipping through my fingers all the time — smau

Summary: A peek into the lives of girlypop and her gaggle of husbands Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: none

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girlypop take all the time you need, peanut

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susie_wolff congratulations! you're gonna be the best mama ↳ girlypop thanks Susie!

jasmiine so happy for you guys! can't wait to be the best auntie for peanut! ↳ girlypop peanut is lucky to have you!

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kevinmagnussen welcome to the world Agnes. Your mummy and dads love you so much already

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oscarpiastri welcome little roo

carmenmundt congratulations!

mickshumacher laila and I will come visit soon! congrats sis 😉 liked by girlypop

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girlypop Agnes wanted to look at every single flower before picking her favourites for her dads. Happy father's day my loves

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jasmiine your husbands are the luckiest men ↳ lewishamilton oh, we know liked by aussiegrit and kevinmagnussen

landonorris glad to see the bucket hat is appreciated ✌🏼 liked by girlypop

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lewishamilton words cannot express how happy we are. welcome Margot, you are so loved already

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georgerussell63 congrats mate!

charles_lecerc congratulations! 👶🏼

sebastianvettel congratulations!

susie_wolff Agnes can't wait to meet her little sister! congrats you four, she's perfect

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girlypop getting so big already!

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sebastianvettel look at my goddaughter getting so strong! liked by girlypop

lailahasanovic 🏃🏼‍♀️ omw for some baby snuggles ↳mickshumacher 🏃🏼‍♂️ wait for me!

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↳ oscarpiastri good to know I am not the only one she's got wrapped around her finger ↳ fernandoalo_ofical she's got better moves than him! 😂 ↳ jasmiine i'd say sorry for turning my niece into a swifty but you're welcome feels more appropriate 😘

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girlypop whoever said it was a good idea to have a baby with a 6ft giant obviously has never been pregnant before

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jasmiine if you need me to 🧹 lmk ↳aussiegrit do I even want to know what this means? ↳jasmiine no✨

susie_wolff oh I know, it's the absolute worst! but, also worth it in the end liked by girlypop

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aussiegrit Our family felt incomplete without you. Welcome Luke

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jensonbutton congratulations man. fatherhood looks good on you liked by girlypop

fernandoalo_oficial congratulations!

oscarpiastri congrats old man! liked by girlypop and aussiegrit

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girlypop @.brittnyward is this yours?

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brittnyward ah, so that's where he went. pls remind him to pick up dishwasher tablets liked by girlypop ↳girlypop will do babe!

lilyzneimer can't blame him! baby luke is the cuddliest baby ever! liked by girlypop

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girlypop this is what happens when Oscar and uncle LaLa look after Luke for the weekend 🤦🏼‍♀️

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oscarpiastri cheers mum 😶 this was all Lando ↳landonorris whats that supposed to mean? he looks like the coolest toddler on the grid! ↳jensonbutton he looks ready to take over quadrant liked by landonorris

lilyzneimer how did Agnes' race go? ↳aussiegrit she did so well! roo came third and was disappointed she didn't get to spray the champagne. pretty sure I saw nano cry ↳fernandoalo_oficial so did you cabrón liked by jensonbutton

the next time I decide to do a smau, I'd appreciate it if someone would remind me of just how long this took me

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[bobfloydssunnies]

mamma mia au! | "july 17th what a night..." "august 4th what a night..." "august 11th - turned up out of the blue and I said I'd show him the island..."

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Mamma mia, here I go again

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved.

Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, talk of pregnancy and abortion, pregnancy, mentions of an age gap, mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, descriptions of religious trauma, mentions of homophobia

Word count: 16.6k

A/N: This might be the most unhinged thing I have ever written. Thanks to @seafoampearlygirl @monzamash @curiousthyme @emilielfc @szobosz, without your input and encouragements this fic would've never made it out of the discord server

Schedule: Saturday 10:00CET

Playlist Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Epilogue

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all I've learnt has been overturned

pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader words: 958 warnings: fluff

In which Agnes has learnt from the best

You’d think that with four parents involved, it would be easy enough to look after three children, but nothing could be further from the truth. Your youngest was easy enough, at five months the little boy was either in a stroller or a baby carrier, but with all four of you working this weekend, it becomes difficult to divide and conquer for your two oldest children. Mark is looking after Agnes who, at four years old, is fluent in three languages: English, Danish, and sass –thanks to your genes and the influence of her uncle Nano. Your middle child, Margot, is a spritely 2-year-old and the spitting image of her dad, Lewis, and currently hanging out with her godfather Sebastian, while Lewis and Kevin get ready for the race. Which leaves you with your 5-month-old son, Luke. Just like his sisters, he will sleep peacefully through the hustle and bustle of the paddock while you get ready to go on air. When Lewis joined Ferrari, you stayed at Mercedes, but it became increasingly more difficult to balance your career and motherhood. And then Jenson approached you with an opportunity to go into commentary for Sky Sports. At first you weren’t sure whether you’d be the right person for the job, but Jenson and your husbands were quick to dispel that concern. The biggest selling point was the flexibility; you could pick which races you’d attend as part of the media team meaning you and Mark had an easier time splitting the main responsibilities during race weekends. And now that the lead producer for the F1 broadcast is a woman, it was even easier to be a working mum because it was no problem to bring your baby and be on air with them in a baby wrap strapped to your chest. Although you have a feeling that being the wife of also helped in getting this privilege written into your contract. 

You’re in the middle of analysing the interesting pit strategy from Alpine post race when you spot your oldest running towards you. Mark shoots you an apologetic look from where he’s on air with Channel 4, but all you can do is shrug. It’s the Monaco Grand Prix and having grown up here, Agnes feels more than comfortable in the paddock. Jenson is quick to scoop her up, hoisting her up on his hip while you finish.

“What was your favourite part today, princess?” he asks her, moving the microphone in front of her.

“The ice cream at Ferrari. Mr Fred always has sprinkles. Oh, and when daddy got wet!” Agnes replies, clearly prioritising the treats over Lewis’ podium finish, much to the amusement of your colleagues. Jenson segues easily into discussing his thoughts on the race while Agnes waves at some of the drivers passing by. You’re slightly on edge having her on air. Last year during the Monza GP, the little girl was caught on camera telling Nico Hulkenberg suck my balls when she and Kevin walked past him. Of course the clip went viral; how could it not with the girl repeating her father’s comments to his teammate. You can’t lie, it was very funny to hear those words come out of your then 3-year-old’s mouth. 

You’re nearing the end of the broadcast and you relax slightly until your daughter spots one of her uncles and brother’s godfathers. 

“Oh no,” you mutter, but there’s nothing you can do now Agnes sees Fernando. 

“Cabrón!” Agnes shouts, and makes a little heart sign with her hands. You cover your eyes, groaning while Jenson laughs. To make matters worse, Fernando jogs over.

“Are you causing chaos again, preciosa?” he asks her while Simon hands him a microphone. 

“Uhu!” Agnes replies, looking very pleased with herself.

“How about we go find your dad before you cause any more, hm?” Fernando says and lifts her onto his shoulders. The girl holds on to his head as she chatters away about how she got ice cream with sprinkles, and did you know that orange sprinkles don’t taste like oranges? Isn’t that so silly uncle Nano?

“I swear we raised her better than that,” you manage to utter as they walk away.

“Fernando’s teaching her all the important things,” Jenson chuckles, “She’ll be able to hold her own once she gets to F1 if she chooses to follow her dads’ footsteps.” 

“And on that note,” Simon says, “here’s what’s coming up today on SkySports.” 

“It could’ve been worse,” Kevin says while giving Luke his bottle. You’re all sat at the Ferrari hospitality before he and Lewis are needed for the debrief. You look to where Agnes is playing football with Charles and sigh.

“True, she could’ve flipped him off,” Lewis adds, handing Margot a couple of crayons and her colouring book.

“Don’t remind me,” you groan. It had taken the four of you weeks to get her to stop doing that.

“As if Fernando would’ve complained, he’s the one that taught her in the first place,” Mark chuckles. 

“Will you please ask him to stop teaching our children all the naughty words? And I mean that for any and all languages,” you ask him. Mark presses a kiss against your temple.

“Of course. He’s coming to dinner tonight and I’ll speak to him about it.” Every year since the four of you moved to Monaco, Mark organises a BBQ after the Monaco Grand Prix. It’s a large undertaking, feeding most of the grid plus a couple of the former drivers, but it’s nice to see everyone relax. It always serves as a reminder that family is made and chosen. You know your children will grow up surrounded by so much love, and that alone is worth the stack of dishes afterwards.

I was meant to be writing a Carlos smut fic. Oh well 🙈

Agnes' personality was inspired by this TikTok. Like, she is her father's daughter. Oh, and because I have a feeling people will ask:

Agnes - 4, Kevin's biological child Margot - 2, Lewis' biological child Luke - 5 months, Mark's biological child

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and everything is you

Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, cuckolding if you squint, squirting, dirty talk, degradation, no beta -we die like the soft tyre in Miami, timeline? what timeline? Word count: 985

Part of the Mamma Mia series

In which you help your husbands

As soon as the checkered flag waves after the sprint, you know it will be a tense evening. You share a look with Mark as you wait in the media pen for the post race analysis. 

“I’ll take the kids for ice cream when we’re all done here. They need you more right now,” Mark murmurs as he passes you. Nodding your head in agreement, you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs shut at the thought of you being needed by your two husbands. 

Qualifying goes about as well as expected nowadays with Kevin barely making it out of Q1 and Lewis being unable to get into Q3 for the fourth race weekend this year. You get back to the hotel room before they do, anxiously waiting to see who will get first dibs. You lean back on your hands as Kevin enters the bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he spots you. 

“The kids are with Mark,” you explain, heart hammering in your chest at the way his eyes darken when he realises you’re alone —at least for a while. 

“All yours,” you whisper, and that’s all he needs to hear. Kevin stalks to the bed, taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. You quickly pull your dress up and over your head before welcoming him in your arms. Kevin kisses you urgently, hands wandering down your ribs to your waist as he pulls you flush against him. You can’t help but moan when you feel the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. 

“Please Kev… Let me help?”

And that’s how you find yourself pinned down to bed, fingers intertwined with Kevin’s as his hips snap against yours. The room is silent, except for the headboard slamming against the wall and your whines and moans. You vaguely register that Lewis enters the room, but you're too far gone to acknowledge him properly.

"Fuck.. So close.." Kevin groans against your skin where his face is buried against your neck. Wrapping your legs around him, you feel your own orgasm approaching and all it takes for him to send you flying, is a thumb pressed against your clit. Kevin bites down on the skin between shoulder and neck as he spills deep inside of you. He kisses you gently, making your stomach flutter before pulling out. 

“Love you,” he murmurs in the space between your lips and you whisper it back. Kevin smiles, giving you another kiss before climbing off the bed. Turning your head, you spot Lewis sprawled out in the desk chair. He smiles wickedly and gets up, moving towards the bed while Kevin moves into the bathroom, and your breath catches in your throat. Lewis’ clothes quickly join the mess on the floor as he climbs onto the bed. 

“He’s got you nice and ready for me, hm?” he asks, eyes glued to where you’re sticky and aching for him. 

“Lewis…” you whine, letting your legs fall open even more.

“Look at you, already begging for more. You want this cock too, baby?” Lewis coos, dragging his already hard dick through the mess Kevin made of you, and all you can do is nod. Lewis digs his fingers into your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He slowly enters you, the stretch has you panting as he bottoms out. Lewis uses his grip on your body to tilt your hips in such a way that he hits that spot inside of you with every stroke. Resting your cheek on the sheets, you moan as he sets a brutal pace. This is about him working through his disappointment and frustrations, and you will gladly offer him –any of them– your body to fuck it out of his system. You can hear how wet you are as his hips snap against your ass.

“Look at you, baby. Taking it like the good little slut you are.. Fuck, look so good full of my cock,” he groans. His words make you clench around him and you can feel your orgasm building. Lewis leans over you, wrapping one arm around your ribs and up to your throat. He pulls you up, flush against his chest and snakes another hand down to play with your clit. 

“Please..” you beg. Lewis chuckles behind you, rubbing tight little circles over your swollen bud while the other hand squeezes gently. He keeps you on that knife's edge for a while and you are so close, you think you might cry. 

“Need you to cum for me, darling,” he whispers and applies the slightest bit more pressure against your already sensitive clit. His permission is all it takes for the wave to finally crash over you. Your back arches as pressure keeps building, and you come with a scream. Your orgasm drips all over Lewis’ hand and down your thighs, and if you could think clearly, you’d feel bad for the poor housekeeper having to deal with the ruined sheets. Lewis groans as you clench around him before coming deep inside of you. 

Lewis slowly pulls out, making you whimper at the loss.

“I know baby, I know. Did so good for me, for us,” he murmurs as he picks you up. Kevin holds the door to the bathroom open for the both of you, and brushes your hair back.

“Bath’s ready to go. I’ll call housekeeping for some new sheets and then I’ll text Mark that he can come back. We might have to use the other room to sleep in tonight,” he says and Lewis nods. You’re floating somewhere between awake and asleep as you let Lewis clean you up. In a bit, you’ll be cuddled between the two of them as you wait for your other husband to return with the children, and the idea of having all your favourite people piled into one bed makes you smile and your heart soar.

Oops? 🙊

Started writing this last night after the sprint race and finished it this morning. Inspired by the way Kev and Lewis kept fighting each other.

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lay all your love on me

Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: talk of pregnancy, descriptions of birth, not proof read and not beta'd Word count: 999

In which love multiplies

Agnes 

Your due date was estimated to be towards the end of April, right between the Chinese and Miami GP, and by some miracle, all three of them managed to be in Monaco when you went into labour. Mark had taken up leave to be home with you those last few weeks, just in case you went into labour earlier than expected, but baby apparently wanted all three of their dads home for their arrival. You wouldn’t say it was easy; labour was anything but easy, but going the hypnobirthing route did make the contractions far more manageable than you had anticipated. Kevin, Lewis, and Mark were all aware of your birth plan and had promised to advocate for you if needed. 

The room is a calm space, with only a few lights turned on as your midwife gently instructs you to push once more. On her advice, Kevin has settled himself behind you on the bed to support your body while Lewis and Mark are at your bedside, holding your hand. You had expected it to be too crowded, having all three of them there, but it ends up being exactly what you need. And as the rising sun filters into the room, you hear your baby’s first cries. Relief floods through you as you sag against Kevin.

���Congratulations, it’s a girl,” your midwife says, and you can hear the smile in her voice. Kevin laughs behind you, his voice thick with tears and when you look to your right, Lewis is also trying to hold back tears. 

“Did so good, sweetheart,” Mark whispers, kissing your temple. The midwife places your daughter on your chest and this overwhelming feeling of love washes over you. 

“Hi baby,” you say quietly, brushing a finger over her cheek. The girl blinks up at you, her face still a little scrunched up.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” the midwife asks after making sure you are okay. You’re now reclining against the pillows instead of Kevin, looking over to where Kevin is doing skin to skin with your daughter, Lewis right next to them. It still feels surreal that you’re a mum now.

“We’re taking our time,” Mark answers for you, probably picking up on your emotions. 

“I’ll leave you to it, press the button if you need anything. The lactation specialist will come by in about thirty minutes to talk through your options,” she says, giving your leg a squeeze before leaving the room.

“She’s perfect,” Kevin says, looking up at you. He is the picture of contentment, gaze soft as he takes in all her features. “Agnes,” he whispers, “if she’s biologically mine, that’ll be her name.” 

Margot 

This time around you had the foresight to plan a little ahead, trying to make sure your due date would fall outside of the season. Of course there was no predicting what would happen; babies have a mind of their own after all, so all you could do was make sure there was a plan in place for what would happen if Lewis and Kevin were out of the country. Luckily Susie had offered to look after Agnes when you went into labour.  

As fate would have it, the midwife who delivered Agnes also ends up being your midwife the second time around.

“Alright, you’re a pro at this point. Who’s the supporting partner this time?” she asks as she checks you over. 

“I am,” Lewis says. You can tell he’s both excited and nervous to finally meet this baby. The midwife instructs him to sit behind you. Breathing through the contractions, you allow Lewis to carry your weight as you focus on listening to your body’s cues. It’s still early in the morning and you are absolutely exhausted, but hearing your baby’s first cries makes it all worth it.

“Congratulations, another little girl,” your midwife announces and places your daughter on your chest. Lewis rests his chin on your shoulder and you can feel his tears drip onto your skin.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I love you so much.” He reaches a hand down, resting it on his daughter’s head. Your heart soares at the sight of his large tattooed hand cradling the baby’s head so gently. 

“Margot,” Lewis says gently, swallowing thickly, “that’s her name.” 

Luke

Your third, and subsequently final, pregnancy and delivery are not without hiccups. Mark is a lot taller than your other two husbands and this baby is measuring big. It’s been uncomfortable, and you made all three of them promise to get a vasectomy, but you know it’ll be worth it in the end as another contraction hits you.

“Alright Mark, go sit behind your wife. Almost time to start pushing, okay?” your midwife says and you can only nod curtly. Mark rubs his hands down your arms as he rests his head on top of yours. Normally he would be the one to offer encouragement, but he knows you prefer the calm and quiet during labour. It both feels like it takes no time at all and forever all at once before you hear your baby cry.

“Third time’s a charm,” your midwife says with a chuckle, “you have a healthy baby boy.” 

And those words reduce your no-nonsense, rugged Aussie husband to an emotional mess. 

“A boy? We have a son?” he asks, voice thick with tears. He laughs wetly, dragging the sleeve of his jumper over his eyes. The midwife places the baby on your chest and as you take in his features, you know this little boy completes your family. Mark wraps his arms around the both of you, brushing a finger over the baby’s cheek.

“Your turn to choose a name, man,” Lewis says as he sits down on the foot of your bed, camera at the ready. Mark keeps his eyes on your son, the fondest look on his face and you could swear you fall in love with him all over again. 

“Welcome Luke,” he says quietly.

Inspired by a prompt sent in by @curiousthyme as part of this. If there's a fic you'd wish I'd write, please send it in!

I am unable to stop writing for girlypop and her gaggle of husbands

Please let me know what you think! 💜

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Summary:

Donna Sheridan kidnaps twelve of Sophie's possible fathers and places them on a Greek island where they have to fight to the death for the right to be the One True Dad. And Benoit Blanc is on the case.

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MAMMA MIA! STARKER AU

"Wait a second. You found your mom's old diary? Hid it from Aunt May and read it?"

"Yeah, Ned, focus! I have three potential dads!"

"May's gonna kill you when she finds out."

"When she finds out, it's gonna be too late, MJ."

"What do you mean-"

"I invited them all to the island."

When Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark arrive to Kalokairi, Peter quickly finds out that May has even more reasons to kill him. It wasn't his mom's diary, it was hers. However, Tony is the only one who actually had a summer fling with both sisters at some point (yes, they were wild back then, and Peter's not sure he's ever gonna be able to look May in the eye).

And now Peter's praying that Tony's not his biological father, because he wants to call this gorgeous man Daddy instead of dad...

Including:

🌊 Tony, who falls hard and fast and is double terrified, because not only he's falling for a kid who can be his son, but he might actually be his son?! Universe has a wicked sense of humor.

🌊 Peter, who's trying to figure out the way out of this whole mess he created. Making more messes on the way. It's a talent.

🌊 Steve and Bucky, who fucking finally stop being oblivious dumbasses and get together after years of mutual silent pining.

🌊 May, who doesn't know whether she wants to kill or kiss Peter for bringing these three idiots back into her life. Probably both.

🌊 Ned and MJ, who are here for this wild ride (with popcorn).

🌊 Lots of pining and emotional hurt/comfort from both Tony and Peter.

🌊 Greek island and lots of good music.

PS: Tony and Peter have a heart-wrenching confessions exchange on the cliff to "The Winner Takes It All" playing. Almost sure they can never be what they want to be:

"I've been wanting to find my dad my whole life, but now I want nothing more than to never know my dad. I don't want you to be my dad!!! I need you..."

Soon after that the confirmation comes that Tony's definitely not, in fact, Peter's father.

They celebrate it at Stucky wedding.

[luuxxart]

had an epiphany about how estranged from canon and very unintelligible my hc for Akira’s background is

[wangxianficrecs]

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani

The Winner Takes It All

by YilingSani (@yiling-sani)

M, 46k, Wangxian

Summary: "Wei Ying doesn't know why he ended up on this exact island. All he knows is that he's scared, alone and hungry. And with a child." ----- 18 years later Wei Yuan has grown into a proper young man, helping his Baba to run the hotel on the island. On the week of his wedding, Wei Yuan comes across Wei Ying's diary and decides to invite the man mentioned in it to the island, unaware of the consequences it will bring. Kay's comments: I never knew that I needed a MDZS Mamma Mia AU until I started reading this story. I have never even watched Mamma Mia (I know, shame on me, what kind of gay even am I), but I was so hooked on this story. So hooked in fact, that I read it first as it was published as a thread fic and then once again once it updated on AO3 and I could still hardly wait for the updates. The drama, the heartbreak, the angst, the found family! All of it was such a delight. The angst hit especially hard in this story and for the longest time, as a reader, you're wondering whether you even want Wei Ying and Lan Zhan to get back together again, but it all works out in the end without being a magical fix-it. Highly recommended. Excerpt: Granny Wen extends a hand to brush away a strand from the young man's face, but the moment her fingers touch his forehead, she feels the heat coming from the boy. He's running a fever. It would be inhuman to leave the boy to fate, so Granny Wen nudges him awake. Once the silver eyes open, they immediately fill with fear, and the boy draws deep into the corner, looking like a frightened deer. "It's alright," the woman speaks softly. "I won't hurt you." The silver eyes are puffy and red-rimmed - it's clear that the young man has cried himself to sleep. "It's alright," Granny Wen repeats. "You’re safe. I’m Granny Wen. What's your name?" "W-Wei Ying," the boy's voice is hoarse, his throat dry as a dessert. "Are you from the mainland?" she asks the next question, and the boy nods. She notices how the boy's hands are placed protectively on his belly and she frowns. "How old are you?" "Seventeen." Seventeen.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern no powers, mpreg, single parent wei wuxian, inspired by mamma mia!, one night stands, first time, unplanned pregnancy, traumatic childbirth, post-traumatic stress disorder, ptsd, illnesses, chronic illness, teen pregnancy, panic attacks, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, families of choice, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, background character death

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