#dolce x lest

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AC24′s Secret Santa Present for 2021!

Sometimes a family is you, your possibly immortal wife, the kid you had with said possibly immortal wife, and the ghost lady that haunts that very same wife. Christmas presents from said wife were sweaters that she knitted for everyone. Merry Christmas!

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can i request a dolce x lest where lest got a hickey and is now too embarrassed to go into public?

“Erm… Lest?”

Purple eyes met his over the counter, looking up from counting his change.

“Yeah?”

Doug eyed him.

“…You know it’s summer, right?”

Lest blinked, then blushed scarlet red. 

A thick woolly purple scarf was wrapped around his neck despite the sweat beading on his forehead and the sun baring down on the sizzling pavement outside.

“Uh…” Lest tugged a little on the scarf, “…Yeah, I’m… I’m cold.”

Doug stared at him, eyes narrowing. Lest felt like crumbling under his gaze.

“Well, I should go–” Lest started, and moved away from the counter. At the last second Doug reached out and snatched the scarf.

“You didn’t pay, Lest–”

The scarf yanked from Lest’s neck and he gasped. His milky white neck was revealed, along with a purple bruise sitting atop his pulse, unmistakable.

Doug balked and Lest flailed, grabbing the scarf and ripping it from his hands. 

“I’ll see you later!” Lest cried as he threw a wad of change at the counter and bolted through the door.

Doug was left staring after him, change lying across the counter, his eyes wide. Slowly he recovered and scooped up the change, his mind whirling about Lest and the fact that his image of Dolce had been so damn wrong.