One shots, but make it Don't Starve

 Maxwell was never one for the cold, especially because his suit wasn't exactly the warmest thing in the world. As he sat by the fire, reading from his book, he glanced up occasionally, watching the others go by. Woodie and Wes talking to each other through sign, Webber bundled up and playing with Wendy, and Wickerbottom watching over the kids playing. He looked back down at his book, seeing a small shadow hand reach out to the fire. "Charlie, just come on out, you're always welcome here" He hummed, tossing another stick into the fire. 

 Charlie went to her human form, sitting down on the log next to him. "Good to see you again old man" She chuckled softly, her laughter like little bells to the older gentleman. "I'm not that old, you just look young" He joked. 

 "Wait, where's Wilson?" Charlie asked, looking around the camp. That made Maxwell think, the scientist had went out exploring hours ago, and usually came back before nightfall, where was he? "I'll go find him" Maxwell stood up, tucking his book into his coat. "He probably got lost again, he can't read a map for the life of him" Before he could take a step, he heard Wilson's voice. "Speak of the devil.." He muttered, jogging over to catch up to the scientist. "Wilson! Where have you been?" He scolded, taking the backpack off of Wilson's shoulders. 

"I was gathering supplies! It would've been faster if Woodie came along" He grumbled, dropping the logs by the firepit, kneeling down to cook some monster meat he gathered. 

"Why did you go alone? You could've gotten yourself killed!" Charlie added, rubbing the scientist's sore shoulders. "Not only that, but you always end up sore from carrying too much, if you asked me or Maxwell, we could've helped" 

 "I just didn't want to bother. And it's a little too late for the getting hurt thing" He lifted up his pant leg, showing a huge gash. "Got into a fight with a tentacle in the swamp, it doesn't hurt too bad anymore." 

 Maxwell grit his teeth, biting back a remark as he grabbed bandages. "Come on, back to the tent Higgsbury" He said, gently grabbing Wilson's hand. "I saw you limp as you walk in, lean on us okay?"

The two ex magicians guided Wilson back to their tent, setting him down on their shared bedroll. "Let me see that leg of yours" Charlie sat down, taking the bandages and carefully bandaging up his leg. "Did you at least fight it off?" That earned her a laugh out of Wilson. "Who do you think I am? Of course I fought it off. I even got it's spines to make new weapons." He pointed to the backpack he carried in, wincing as Charlie moved his leg off her lap. 

 Maxwell just sat beside him without a word, wrapping a blanket around the three of them. It may of still smelled of beefalo, but at least it was warm, and all three of them could share it's comfort. Maxwell almost felt lucky to be in this moment, remembering when he was trapped on the throne, starving and exhausted. He remembered when Wilson took his place, and getting thrown into the Constant once more, how Charlie lead him to the camp without a word, and how long it took for the others to accept him in camp. He remembered finding Wilson face down in the dirt when Charlie freed him, leading him back to the camp. How everyone cheered for him, for bringing the beloved scientist home safe. He bit his cheek, sighing to himself. 

 "Thinking again, Maxwell?" Wilson said, holding the man's hand. "I understand.. We've all been through a lot of hardship while we were here, but at least we have each other now" he smiled up at Maxwell. "Charlie and I are here to stay, and we'll keep you safe" 

 "I'm not worried about me being safe, Wilson, I could care less about me being safe. What I care about is your safety. The amount of times you come back to camp half dead is astounding." Maxwell said bitterly. "You think I'm not worried about you? You never ask for help when you need it, and you pay the price for it. That might be your downfall if you don't stop, Higgsbury" He looked away with a soft sigh. He felt his hand get squeezed softly, looking back down at Wilson. "I'm not mad at you, just worried.." 

"I know.."

All three of them huddled together, hunkering down for the night.