𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — the five times twilight thought you knew he was wolfie, and the one time he confirmed it (kinda) (2.8k)
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — twilight x fem!reader
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 — fluff, humor, slight romance, you're a lil shit, wild's a lil shit
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — meant to post last week. procrastinated yet again. guilty of editing after posting
“Something on your mind, pup?” Time asked him.
Twilight looked to be deep in thought as he stared into the fire. Fists clasped in front of his face, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes occasionally flickering to your form on the other side of camp. He stewed on his thoughts a bit more before quietly replying. “I’m sure she knows ‘bout Wolfie.”
“Oh?” Time raised an eyebrow and briefly looked at you. “And what makes you say that?”
“... she been teasin’ me,” he huffed, unclasping his hands and relaxing his stiff posture. “Dropin’ hints every now an' then, but never says nothin’ else ‘bout anythin’.”
Time let out a quiet chuckle. “Well if she knows and she’s just teasing you about it, then I doubt there's any need to worry.”
He huffed through his nose. “Yeah, but I still wanna know if she knows.”
His ancestor only continued to chuckle at his distress, so he let his mind wander to all the times where it seemed like you just had to know.
Six weeks ago
After finding themselves in Wild’s Hyrule, the group had decided to rest for a few days and take advantage of their close proximity to Goron City. The hot springs called to their aching muscles, and they weren't about to miss a chance to replenish their supplies as well. Not having much to stock up on himself, Twilight had decided to relax as Wolfie with the others.
They were currently lounging in the common area of the inn, but you were about to make your way to the springs, packing up the last of your essentials.
“Can I come too?” Wind asked with a bright smile. “I want to see the springs! I won’t splash, promise!”
“No thank you,” you replied instantly. “You can go with the others somewhere else.”
He immediately pouted. “Why not? I’m good company, you might get lonely.”
Warriors smacked him upside the head. “Trying to spy on the lady, are you?”
It took a second to get through, but Wind blushed furiously when he caught on. He stammered out a response.
“N-no! I, I didn’t mean to–I just–I'm sorry!” He threw himself on the ground, covering his face.
You snickered at him and bent down to pat his head, comforting the poor boy.
“There there, sailor. You are good company, but not for a bath in the ladies area,” you said with a big smile. “I’ll take Wolfie as my company.”
Wolfie’s ears shot up, his head following a second later.
What?
It was now Wild’s turn to snicker. “Wolfie's great company. He can even keep watch for any unwelcome guests.”
Wolfie glared at him.
“Exactly!” you agreed.
What?
“Come on Wolfie,” you said as you slung your bag across your shoulder.
He made no effort to move from his spot on the ground and you pouted at his lack of movement. Wild nudged his butt with his foot, making him let out a deep growl at the Champion.
“You usually like hanging out with me though,” you said. “Do you not want to this time?”
“He’s just a bit shy about hanging out with the ladies he thinks are pretty,” Wild said with a wicked grin. “Go keep her company Wolfie, she might need it.”
And with that, Wild gave him a kick to his furry behind. Wolfie yelped at the action and swivelled around to his attacker, growling menacingly and snapping his jaws at him. Wild remained unfazed, his grin not faltering in the slightest.
“That’s not very nice!” you exclaimed.
“If he doesn’t want to go, I’ll go!” Wind piped back up. “I’ll stay on the other side of the spring and not look. Pinky promise!”
Wolfie turned his growl on to the Sailor, and Warriors smacked him upside the head again. Slowly and begrudgingly, Wolfie walked to the inn entrance.
“Yay!” you beamed, and Wild’s snicker transformed into a full-on laugh.
You hurried to your companion, giving him a good scratch behind the ears the way you knew he liked it.
Wolfie did not like this one bit. If, and when, the others ever discovered his secret, he didn't know if he'd be able to endure the torture that would inevitably follow. Maybe he should have been honest from the start. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.
The spring you chose ended up being around a 20 minute walk from the inn, and he had to admit that the seclusion was nice. He sniffed around the area a bit to make sure that there were, in fact, no unwelcome guests before settling down.
You scratched his head once more and plopped your belongings at the edge of the water.
“No peeking, Wolfie,” you called to him.
He huffed loudly in response. As if he would ever (but it would be so easy to just turn. He could turn back before you even noticed. No, he was a gentleman. He would never. Would he?).
“Both Time and I will be very disappointed if you do.”
The tail he had been slowly flicking back and forth froze.
What?
Why did you mention the Old Man? There was no way. There was no way you knew. You wouldn’t reveal it this way, would you? No, you didn’t know. So why did you mention him? It’s just because he was their leader, right? No other reason. He needed to calm down. Calm down, Twilight. But everyone knew he looked up to the Old Man. His face of disappointment was the Ranchhand's well-known fear.
He was overthinking things. Definitely. That had to be it.
Four weeks ago
You nudged your shoulder against him gently. “Something troubling you?”
Yeah, you're troubling me.
“Nothin’ important,” he replied.
They had stopped for their midday break, and he had made a conscious effort to sit against a tree far away from Wild. His mentee had spent the day prodding him about any ‘potential feelings’ he might have for anyone. And after a very, very, undeniably, definitely, brief bout of stuttering, he had vehemently denied everything and anything, and now was left a little huffed and puffed. If there was anything going on, he certainly wasn’t going to talk about it now.
“... you sure?” you asked. “Wild seemed like he was enjoying your time a little too much.”
He inwardly prayed you hadn’t heard or picked up on anything.
“Yeah, ’m sure. Don’tcha worry your lil' head over it,” he said, playfully messing with your hair.
You whined in protest, shoving his hand away.
“Hey! Has he finally driven you crazy? Is that it?” You looked at him accusingly while holding the wrist of the offending hand above the two of you. “‘Cause only crazy people mess with my hair.”
“Maybe,” he said with a wolfish grin, his other hand shooting out to continue the assault.
You shrieked this time and found yourself resorting to full on tackling him to the ground to stop it. They all knew you could be quite ruthless when it came to brawling, and they knew you weren’t afraid to play dirty.
“You have gone crazy!” you accused. “Insane! Mad! Barking mad!”
Twilight wouldn’t have thought much of that statement if, one, it came from someone else, and two, you hadn’t said it with a glint in your eyes and a shit-eating grin on your face. He froze for a moment. A moment too long, and it was all you needed. You took the chance to bite his arm, hard.
“Ow!” he yelped, wrenching his arm from your grasp and shoving you off. “Me? Barking mad? You just bit me!”
“Proof?” you inquired with a smirk.
He wildly gestured to the bite mark on his arm.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Why you–”
Three weeks ago
Despite the creeping paranoia that you knew his secret, Twilight couldn’t stop himself from spending time with you in his wolf form. It was a guilty pleasure and the reason he found himself laying across your lap. It was a way to be close to you that he couldn’t do as a human.
You were sitting away from the others for a change, journaling under the shade of some trees not too far from the stable they had come across. With how he was positioned, you had set your journal on his back where you were writing. You treated him to the occasional pet for letting him be your table.
He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of your hands tangled in his fur. Goddesses, he wished you knew his secret. Would you still allow him to be with you like this? Would you keep your distance? Or would you treat him as affectionately in his human form as his wolf one? Oh how he hoped for the latter, imagining your hands running through his human hair instead of his fur.
At some point he became mildly aware that you had set your journal aside and a hand had traveled closer to his head. It was tracing patterns on him that were quite soothing, and he almost found himself falling asleep.
Until he recognized the pattern.
You were tracing his forehead pattern.
Every ounce of relaxation he felt evaporated into thin air and his mind went blank. He never thought the others could really see the mark on him, because otherwise the connection between him and Wolfie would be way too obvious. And he’d like to believe his sword brothers weren’t that stupid. Wild had only mentioned it being slightly visible on his fur, only really there if you actively sought it out.
Goddesses above, those markings were obvious on his Hylian form. There was absolutely no way, no way you didn’t know. Should he turn to look at you? Were you looking at him right now? Of course you were, how else would you be tracing the pattern. If he turned, would that let you know that he knew that you knew? Maybe he should just continue laying still. Yes, just don’t turn and he can avoid the problem all together.
He turned. You were looking right at him.
But it wasn’t too bad. You seemed distant, as if looking at him absentmindedly. Not intense like he imagined, with teasing eyes boring into his own with a hidden taunt. And when you finally met his gaze, your eyes were gentle and soft as if you didn’t expect anything else from this moment.
And despite the nerves in his stomach, Twilight found that he was alright with this. In this moment, he was content with everything.
Four days ago
Tonight the rancher had chosen to stay in his wolf form during dinner. There had been some monsters nearby that had already been handled, and a thorough scout had ensured that the vicinity was in the clear. But it didn’t hurt to remain alert, hence his preference for the form with heightened senses.
But that didn’t make him any less hungry, and the smell of Wild’s cooking was tempting him to ditch his self-assigned job. For now he had to settle for sitting next to his travel buddies, watching them eat the delicious food, and waiting to eat the portion that Wild had saved for when he 'returned.' That was until you plopped down next to him.
“Here you go, Wolfie,” you said.
In your hands was a mushroom skewer that Wild had seasoned and roasted to perfection, per usual. It was one of the more simple meals they occasionally ate that he thoroughly enjoyed.
But wolves were carnivores, you should be giving him meat. So why in Ordona were you offering him, Wolfie, a mushroom? He didn’t like the answer in his head.
“I thought this would be good since you’re not the biggest fan of meat,” you said in a hushed tone.
How did you know he didn’t like meat?
Carefully, you removed one of the mushrooms from the skewer and held it in front of him. Twilight held your gaze for a good few seconds before gently taking it from your hand.
His thoughts had stopped. He was no longer thinking. And honestly, he didn’t feel like thinking anymore.
Twilight ate the mushroom.
“Good boy.” You smiled softly and scratched his ear as he munched.
Twilight didn’t want to look, but he was willing to bet at least 500 rupees that Wild had his eyes trained on him yet again, and that the snicker he was hearing was coming from him too. The rancher decided to ignore the question of whether or not Wild suspected you knew too.
You held another mushroom in front of him.
He ate the mushroom.
A few hours ago
You were an affectionate person, always showing it while respecting everyone’s boundaries. You kissed Wind’s forehead, ruffled Hyrule’s hair, and wrapped Four up in many hugs. Sometimes you even managed to give Legend a hug, but he always pretended to grumble about it like the ungrateful brat he was. Wolfie was no exception to your affections, but this was definitely a first for him.
Kisses. So many kisses. You were peppering his face with an absurd amount of kisses.
Thank all that was holy that they were currently situated away from the others, because he didn’t think he would ever recover from this. You had wrapped your arms around him in a way that made it difficult to get away, so he opted to move his head around in a playful manner hoping you wouldn’t would take the hint.
“Do you not want kisses?” you asked with a pout.
He responded by ducking his head underneath your arms, successfully wriggling out of your grasp. Twilight took a few steps back before shaking himself vigorously. When he looked at you again, you were still pouting at him.
Resist temptation, Twilight.
He barked at you and turned to where he could hear the others making camp.
“Fine,” you relented. “But one more kiss and then we can go?”
No.
He barked at you again, once again motioning his head in the same direction. Twilight is vaguely aware that it did nothing to answer your question.
But that didn't matter, because you managed to grab him one last time in what was definitely one of the tightest (yet still friendly) embraces he had ever felt. And with that, you plant the biggest kiss on his snout. Honestly, smooch was probably the better term for whatever that was.
“Mwah!” you said with a face splitting grin.
What the–
“Ok, let’s head back now.”
He didn't feel like thinking anymore. He just followed you back to camp as you leisurely walked, humming a tune he couldn't recognize. It was only when they were nearing the others that you spoke again.
“Let’s keep the kisses our little secret, yeah? The others might get jealous,” you said, shooting him a mischievous smile.
He hadn't decided to start thinking again, so he just huffed in response.
Present
This now brought Twilight back to the present, but more specifically to a few moments ago. Warriors and Legend were still looking at him with smirks from what had happened, and the Old Man had been no better about it given how he just confessed that you possibly knew his secret.
He didn’t know what you and the others had been discussing on the other side of camp, but all he knew was that next thing, you were standing right in front of him, bent to eye level with another no-good smile on your face once more.
“Whatcha doin’ darlin’?” he asked.
Your grin grew. “Teaching the others a lesson.”
“That don't sound good." He quirked an eyebrow. “An' why am I involved?”
“For this!”
His breath hitched and everything slowed to a standstill as you leaned in, planting another kiss smooch on the tip of his nose.
“That ought to make the others jealous,” you said almost proudly before whispering the next part. “But I guess it’s not a secret now. Sorry about that.”
You eyed him knowingly with that same stupid grin before walking back to the others, some of whose jaws were on the floor. He couldn’t judge though, because he was sure he was no better. Twilight leaned backwards on the log he was sitting on and eventually decided to just fall flat on his back as his hands came up to hide his face.
Youknewyouknewyouknewyouknewyouknew
“Well, that was something,” the Old Man said.
“Shut it.”
Youknewyouknewyouknewyouknewyou–
You just kissed him in front of everyone. Everyone.
It wasn’t a real kiss. Calm down.
“… Time,” he called out.
He hummed in response, amusement in his tone.
“She knows. But... s’okay.”
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