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- A Daddy for Christmas: Royce
- A Daddy for Christmas: Brighton
- A Daddy for Christmas: Ever
- A Daddy For Christmas Ryu
When a Secret Santa matchup sends Ryu to the wrong Daddy, will it be a pleasant surprise for both of them or will grumpy Kissmass Daddy Hank prove why he's been alone for over a year?
The moment Hank lay eyes on the basket outside his door he figured someone down at the club was playing a joke on him. The boy was adorable but certainly not meant for him. Learning who Ryu was meant for changed everything though, and suddenly the man who wasn’t interested in the package on his doorstep was loudly declaring Ryu his.
Never in his wildest dreams did he think that simple statement would change his bleak holiday season into one of hope and love.
Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 46-65
Tropes: Age Difference, Found Family, Insta Love / Love at First Sight, Love Can Heal / Redemption, Meet Cute
Word Count: 65,000
Languages Available: English
The last thing he expected to see when he snatched the door open was a huge, festively decorated gift basket sitting there with brilliant brown eyes in a tanned face staring up from out of all that packaging. The young man they belonged to looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a slightly curling mop of brown hair streaked through with gold peeking out from beneath a blue and white beanie with snowmen all over it. There was even a shimmering Christmas bow stuck to the top of his head.
“What the hell?” He muttered, peering around and seeing no one else anywhere in the vicinity. “This is a joke, right?”
READ MOREA pacifier poked from between full lips, a snowman adorning that too. Something told Hank that beneath the wrapping paper that covered the rest of him there would be other snowmen as well. It seemed to be the theme, seeing as how the glittery wrapping paper depicted them too. Two small hoop earrings adorned the young man’s ears, the glow from a nearby streetlight glinting off of them.
In a different setting, he’d have been positively adorable, exactly the type Hank would have sought out in the playroom at the club he used to frequent. Here, unexpectedly crashing his otherwise peaceful night, he was just a mystery.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, nudging the basket with the toe of his slipper, “And who the hell put you up to this.”
The pacifier was the only thing that moved as the young man sucked on it and stared up at him like he was waiting for Hank to do…what? Bring him in? Like that was happening. For all he knew there was a gun beneath all of that packaging, and this was someone’s clever attempt at finally ridding the world of him.
Leaning heavily on his cane, he reached for the pacifier and plucked it free, those brilliant eyes widening a little more as Hank scowled at him and snapped, “Answer me!”
“I pressy,” the young man declared, then had the nerve to flash him a bright, cheeky smile. “Merry Kissmas.”
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