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Song is a brand new little, a drummer in a heavy metal band, and a playful soul who just wants to be loved. When he meets Zachy, Zachy's Daddy Gage and his Papa Cooper, Song makes his first friend in the little community. Will the magic of the holiday season see that friendship morph into more?
Genres:
Pairings: 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Age Difference, Found Family, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 55,000
Languages Available: English
“Would you like to play with me?” Zachy asked. “My name’s Zachy. What’s yours?”
“Song,” the other little replied, gaze roving past Zachy to take in the ball pit. “This is so cool. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“That’s such a cool name.”
The other little had a bright smile and deep brown eyes that lit up the moment Zachy complimented him. His hair was long and almost the same color as his eyes, which matched the teddy bears all over his fuzzy crop top and shorts.
“Thank you,” Song said, accepting the hand Zachy held out and skipping with him around to the other side of the ball pit. “Maybe I’ll stay out of trouble over here.”
“Did they get mad about the music?” Zachy asked. “I was dancing to it; it was so much fun.”
READ MORE“A little. A big, scary Daddy said that next time I could only play one instrument at a time and that I’d played more than enough for tonight,” Song said, looking a little sad again.
It made Zachy sad to see him look so dejected. He knew how hard it was to be new here and find a place among the Velvet Illusions family. One glance at the ball pit and an idea popped into his head that he hoped would make his new friend smile again.
“Wanna do a cannonball?” Zachy asked.
“Oh yeah!”
They leapt together, still clinging to one another’s hands, meaning double the explosion of balls when they landed, laughing and tossing armfuls in the air. Song ducked beneath the surface, balls moving as he wormed around while Zachy turned and tried to keep track of him before he popped up right in front of him.
“Eeep,” Zachy yelped, not expecting him to be that close.
It was like trying to keep track of the mole in the whack-a-mole game at the arcade, with Song popping up in different places while Zachy bounced around waiting to see where he popped up next. When he emerged near the tunnel, Zachy showed him how to wiggle through the tube to find the slide, and then down they went, one after the other, into the bigger pit.
“This is the best night ever!” Song declared when he popped up.
“The ball pit is my favorite!”
“It’s my favorite now too! I’ve never gotten to play in one before.”
“Is this your first night here?”
“Uh-huh,” Song replied.
“Did you come with your daddy?”
“I don’t have a Daddy.”
“Ohh,” Zachy said, feeling sad for his new friend because having a daddy or, in his case, daddies, was the best thing in the world. “You can join me and my daddies for snack time later if you’d like. They bring lots when we come to play nights.”
“You have two daddies?”
“I call them Daddy and Papa, so they don’t get confused,” Zachy said before waving to them. “The one with the long hair is my Daddy Gage, and the one with the short hair is my Papa Cooper.”
“Hi Daddy Gage and Papa Cooper!” Song cried out, waving to them as well.
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