Touhou Christmas Novels & Stories

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

“Put this under Zeath’s Christmas tree.” Cross expressed his displeasure. He knew the gift was for Zeath, and he warned me that Chelsea would give me an earful if she found out. And she would certainly find out because he couldn’t withhold such information from her. “I’ll handle the consequences,” I told him before he stared at me for a while and darted out of sight. ~ Tara. Present. Every Christmas, Eryis and I have a custom of playing with snow. We build stuff with it. Snowmen. Castles. Fences. So many things that I can’t count.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

“Luca! Cumming so hard!” The squeeze pushed him over. “Now? Please!” “Yes. Cum for me.” He exploded, spurts flooding her, groaning her name. They collapsed, ribbons tangled together. Dawn filtered through curtains as the party below wound down. Sofia traced his jaw. “Reversed and equal. Best Christmas yet.” Luca pulled her close. “Agreed. No more codes. Just us.”

He collapsed beside me, pulled me into his arms, surprisingly gentle The tinsel leash slipped from my throat, then, he used it to tie a loose bow around my left wrist instead. “So the next ones know you’ve been thoroughly unwrapped,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. Then he was gone, his hood rustling softly as he disappeared into the shadows. I lay on the rug, my chest heaving, body painted in firelight and three strangers’ cum, pussy throbbing, while the Christmas tree still twinkled like it approved. Two more Santas to go. And I was ready to burn the house down with them.

His eyes narrowed, a sense of agitation crossing his mind as he pushed it closer to me. I glared at him, shaking my head once more and he dropped it with a shrug of his shoulders. Damn man kept trying to feed me like a pet. Swallowing the toast, he cleared his throat. "So, five days until Christmas. Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?" I remained standing, observing them as much as Theonardo was. We made brief eye contact and he acknowledged me with a gentle nod of the head. Looking at Kacie, her eyes were focused on Aldren as she gushed about Christmas.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

“If we’re going to finish before Christmas Eve, we must get a move on now, shouldn’t we?” I bit back a smile. “She’s ready to take over Harvest Bloom already.” The next few hours were a blur of boxes, lights, and questionable music choices. Donna insisted on Christmas songs. I insisted on pretending I hated them. Ostara insisted on rearranging every ornament Donna put up. Donna insisted on rearranging it back. At one point, I caught Ostara standing by the window, looking out at the street, her expression soft and faraway. “Everything okay?” I asked, coming up behind her, sliding an arm around her waist.

It was a Christmas of firsts for both Felix and Cassie. For Felix, this was the first time that his house had ever been decorated for Christmas. In the past, he had put up a plastic miniature tree if he remembered and while Hazel had still been alive, she had put up a menorah for the December festivities. Now, the decorations started right from the gates to the mansion, with the pathway leading to the house lined with colorful reindeer figurines, giant candy canes and plastic snowmen. The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space.

Ethan picked up the toys that were scattered on the floor. He put those toys one by one onto the treasure box. As he picked up the last toy, he stumbled upon the Christmas gift, and he placed it back again where it should be. He stood up straight, touching the Christmas tree with his hands. It's that time of the year again, and every time this holiday comes, sadness seeps in. The nostalgic feeling always comes back because this is the time where he and Chad end things.