The results of the Zelda Guessing Game are (drumroll)—
Girl is too busy to entertain such things.
Hahaha but seriously, it turns out I HAVE touched on this subject here. Zelda would be considered a switch, as she sees the appeal of both sides, both from a position and “dom/sub” perspective. I would say that she leans more submissive but this can be dependent on the personality her partner/their dynamic, as I imagine she takes the lead with certain ships off the bat.
Small obvious disclaimer that this only applies to post-game/adult verses. ❤️
He had just wanted to help a bro out. Erections were rough, especially when they seemed like they just wouldn't go away, and as such, like a good bro, that was why here in the depths of the forest Dustine was on his knees before Leonard. His moans would echo from his muffled throat, lewd squelches as he suckled on the impressive length Leonard had kept secreted away for so long. How could his bro have suffered this long without release?
His tongue stroked the underside of Leonard's rock hard erection, bobbing his head and taking him as deep into his throat as Dustine could manage. He knew he was doing well when he felt Leonard's hand twine in his hair, the blind man giving soft groans. He'd double his efforts, placing his hands on Leonard's thighs to help stabilize himself as he sucked HARD.
Another groan, a whimper of warning, then his mouth flooded with Leonard's seed. He'd gulp it down, suckling gently to make sure his good friend was nice and clean before pulling back his head. Panting, he'd look up at him.
"There ya go my friend. That should help."
How had it ended up like this…?
Unfortunate as it was, Leonard was no stranger to that feeling. The feeling of his body's compulsive, almost immediate reaction in response to a single stray thought gone awry had left him deprived of his sleep once more, and it was at this point he had almost begun to bitterly question to himself if he may as well have considered this hell a blessing of sorts if it was at the cost of the one he had currently been situated in... Perhaps above all else, Leonard had been even more familiar with the shame that had struck alongside his discomfort so soon as that hunger had set itself back into his mind.
As he recalled what nightmares and suppressions had once again stirred him awake, that unpleasantly familiar aching between his legs had grown all the more noticeable, and the heavy shroud of guilt had once again saddled itself on his shoulders as he struggled to ignore it. To say these thoughts coming back to haunt him in such a way was "Troublesome" was a clear understatement — Just recently, Leonard had almost begun to feel something like "Hope" that after his brothers deaths, that the endless cycle of release and regret would be put to rest, and yet...
It was as if some part of him had wished to remind him that there was no escaping his inclinations, no matter how deeply he would have wished for even just a single moment of peace. Though Leonard had tried earnestly to ignore it at first, there was a thought in the back of his mind that grew only progressively louder even through his efforts to quell it — Everyone was still asleep. He could slip out now; no questions would have to be raised.
... Much to his surprise, however, the hermit had quickly found just then that he wasn’t as alone as he would have liked. Perhaps it was the sudden uncomfortable shifting in his struggle to get back to the sleep he had woken himself of just earlier, an attempt to finally face those thoughts and desires he had suppressed during the daytime, when he could help it. Perhaps it was the discomforted look that Leonard was certain he had worn ever clearer against his usual grimace, even in his blindness. What it was exactly, he didn't know and at the time didn't care enough to ask, but it had become clear enough he had gotten the attention of Dustine as told from the question that had landed them in this situation to begin with:
"Are you alright?"
In any other case, Leonard would have been quick to promptly nod and wave it off, no different from any other time. Yet, that feeling of shame that had only worsened with the temptation to fall back into old habits had caused him to hesitate, and left him only too late to do anything but sigh in response.
...
...Why did he decide to agree to this?
As Dustine lowered between his legs, Leonard could only find himself questioning for what reason he had thought for even a *moment* to go along with such a bizarre premise of help, much less fully agree with it in it’s entirety.
...Did he expect to somehow try fixing himself with this?
At the very least, compromise. Man or not, Dustine was, for the most part, one around his age. Perhaps that difference in itself could make it somehow better, if by some chance...
... He wondered if, in actuality, this was only an excuse to allow himself to cave to the other blight on his conscience.
Leonard's brows had furrowed for only a split moment at the first feeling of the others mouth, his jaw clenching and a deep breath taken in. Whether his pact price had served more to ease or burden him between the inability to see what was happening or the guilt which would have only further weighed on his shoulder had he been able to, Leonard couldn't tell. Something had felt heavy in his chest that moment, however, and he was certain it was nothing other than the shame and sorrow he had felt from being not only allowed to give in at any capacity, but be enabled to. Did Dustine's status to him as a close and trusted ally serve to lighten that pain? Or only further it?
Compared to the other times he had went to get himself off, where the primary focus had been simply relieving himself of those pent up suppressions and the guilt had settled in as only an afterthought, it seemed to be present throughout now, close to numbing all sense of hearing and feeling, and splitting his mind between self-hatred and pleasure.
Despite everything, Leonard knew he shouldn't have been enjoying it in any capacity; feel even a moment's worth of satisfaction. Not under those circumstances. Not coming from him. Not while his mind was still...
His throat had felt choked, and Leonard panted to catch the breath he hadn't even been aware he was holding till that very moment. Though it had been soft and near quiet enough to be passed off as almost mere imagination, a groan had slipped him just then and the next had escaped before he could even start to regret the first. That surprisingly soft warmth that had so carefully slid down the better portion of his length had caught him off-guard, though the hand that had wound up entangled in the other’s hair outside even his own awareness had been unexpectedly gentle.
It had been sign enough on both ends that he was growing close. A few loose strands of blond hair fell over Leonard’s shoulder with increasingly uneven breath, one clear pant of a moan that had sounded almost unrestrained following in Dustine’s final push as the hand that had tangled itself through his hair tightened in it’s grip. He struggled to catch his breath even through the unbearably pleasant feelings he had been giving him between his legs, if only to find something to say before he finally met his release down his throat, yet all that Leonard could manage was a terribly pathetic whimper in warning just as he reached his limit...
It was over.
The deep breath that had left him as soon as Dustine had pulled off was as unclear in it’s meaning as his feelings had been now that the momentary pleasure high had subsided, and in that same cycle, the familiar and crushing weight of regret at his caving had begun to grip tight around Leonard’s heart. So much as he wanted to say something to Dustine now, utter something in comfort so he wouldn’t have assumed he did anything wrong, he couldn’t speak.
“...”
His head turned away, as if to hide the near immediate pain that took up his expression just then — The same cycle that had killed his brothers. He had just brought another person into it now; the last thing he had ever wanted to do. Now what?
What Leonard had always forgot it when it was most convenient for him was this: The pleasure and relief could never be worth it...
Merry Christmas - Some headcannons(????) guesses about the nature of Leonard’s paedophilia
//Honestly I don’t like calling them hdcs for obvious reasons lmao
//I have questions myself but it kinda...??? Just happened lmao
//I was busy thinking about it, breaking it down in my head and compared with some stuff I read and learned from others and now we’re here. I decided to post them as a bit of reference sheet for myself, since I’ve been struggling to decide on these core factors FOREVER now and honestly, y’all know I love my senses of continuity lmaooooo
//Obvious tw for paedophillia and stuff!! More below the cut
Leonard struggled with his feelings of homosexuality since he was about 12 (This is canon). However, he only began to grow aware of his paedophilia since he was around 16.
Leonard often struggles with sudden and intrusive thoughts and instincts regarding his paedophilia, particularly when provoked - This is the main form it takes, other than naturally coming to haunt him in times his mind is too empty. At the worst of times, these intrusive thoughts can cause him to fall into especially deep spirals of depression and isolate for longer periods of time.
Leonard is largely incapable of holding romantic or sexual feelings towards other adults, though of course, he can feel such things as platonic or familial-like fondness for them (Willow and Dustine... Caim and Arioch to a small degree? lmao)
Perhaps something he’ll never admit to even more so than the disease itself, his primary range of attraction is toddlers aged 3-5 to children aged 6-11. He suffers a slight attraction to preteens up to 14 as well, though this in itself is extremely rare. Leonard himself has grown aware of this.
A hard stick would suddenly thimp against Leonard’s knees, a certain spriggan demanding his attention. “Blasted giant! Ya been in ma forest again! I could sense ya anywhere! Where that piss fey? They ain’t makin ya suffer enough!”- ASCELIN ARRIVES
Oh, no...
"But, I… I was only just-"
It knew. It knew. Leonard was well-aware that there was no denying it - The fae never made mistakes, and the accused Leonard knew exactly the nature of his crime, himself. While he couldn't bear to lie with that knowledge on his shoulders, he could stand to tell the truth and confess of his caving even less.
Leonard struggled for some explanation, his hands clearly shaking as he stumbled back with uneven breath. An instant rush of both shame and slight fear coursed its way through his veins the instant the voice met his ears, swallowing back a lump in his throat as the nightmares ran through his head once more - Last time, he had lost his brothers, his home, his eyes... Whether any of it truly was by the hands of this specific pact-beast or not was indeed debatable, yet still, the mere possibility made the usually thick nerves of the hermit run taut with fear.
"...I..."
What could he stand to lose now? What did he possibly have left to lose? Seere?
... By the Gods. If something could have possibly happened to Seere-
But before Leonard could panic any further, a green light suddenly darted up beside him.
'Wait just a moment here! What do I spy, with my little eye? Hmph, the likes of you calling ME piss? Why don't you go and PISS right off? Stupid fake! You'll never be a real faerie. And for the best, plegh! It's not a wonder why this one is so attracted to you, like attracts like after all! Which reminds me,' The faerie directed its attention onto the still-shaking hermit. 'Shouldn't you be going back to see those little 'friends' of yours? Yes yes! I bet your sweet little Seere misses you a lot, after all~ Can't keep him waiting now, can we? Let's hurry over there at once! Hoo-hoo!'
With surprising will to be held in that little form, the tiny little faerie was already lugging the anguished Leonard along by the back of his ponytail. Heavy, reluctant steps stumbled and dragged behind it.
