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[astralquixoticae]

you qualify for a camp camp fandom veteran discount if you can remember any of the following:

shrimp. heaven. now.

camp camp abridged.

2017 danvid vs. gwenvid war.

camp camp next gens OR fusions.

turn me on deadman.

hitman dadvid au.

snax.

trash and their camp camp discord server.

that one au where david dies after giving birth to cameron's daughter who was a literal demon due to a witch and proceeds to romance up the witch's daughter when she grows up.

fred x david.

controversial magical maxneil blog that later on included magical danvid and makki.

that one au where daniel and david had ten biological kids.

fred/daniel/david love triangle where fred was annoying third wheel that got in the way and daniel wanted to kill him.

david x human wolfie.

woodscout jasper.

the camp camp fanart project.

*I do NOT ship Campbell//David! It is just one of many infamous aus I remember.

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Snow (Linked Universe Warriors Fic)

(@nayru-blu @ludoluck @artisticgamer)

For @silvercaptain24, Hurricane Family Secret Santa! :)

Summary: When Warriors has a bad day, Twilight is the one to bring him back from the edge.

(Click here to read on AO3)

Snow was supposed to be white.

That was the first and only thought that was shrieking in Warriors' mind.

It was a stupid thought, really. Simple, childish. Screaming over and over and over until he couldn't think straight about anything.

Snow was supposed to be white.

Instead, it was red.

The fight had been brief. Brief. Cuts and bruises were the outcome, as well as a bruised ego on Four's part after being literally tossed by Twilight to avoid a blow. Nobody was really hurt.

But the snow had been red. And snow was supposed to be white.

The captain stood and excused himself from dinner, giving some contrived reason like needing to relieve himself.

The snow was red, stained so crimson it was almost burgundy. It must have been mostly from Mora - his head had been entirely severed.

Snow was supposed to be white.

Warriors let out a shuddering breath as he leaned heavily against a tree. He couldn't get the damn thought to stop!

Link picked through the bodies, looking for survivors. There were none. The snow crunched as he stepped through it tenderly, his chest tight, his jaw set so stiffly his teeth were grinding.

Grabbing his hair, Warriors let out a strangled moan, pulling so hard his scalp felt sharp and prickly. It silenced the thought for a moment, but not for long.

The forest disappeared. He was back on that battlefield again, so long ago. A massive loss on their part, and he'd been the captain in command.

He'd killed them all.

Snow was supposed to be white.

His knees buckled, and the cold moisture of the spritz of winter on the earth shot through his nerves. The battlefield was gone.

And a wolf was in front of him.

Gasping, Warriors scrambled for his blade when he recognized the markings. "W-Wolfie?"

The group's furry companion watched him with those strangely intelligent eyes, nuzzling his nose against the captain's face briefly. Warriors flinched at the touch, his eyes darting downward and spotting snow.

Snow.

White and brown, mixed with foliage and dirt.

But at least no red.

Not like—not like—

The captain grasped the snow and soil in his hands, desperately clinging to the imagery in front of him so his mind would stop.

He couldn't do this, he couldn't fall apart like this every damn time - he thought he was fine—

"'s just a bad day," he whispered in a quivering tone, eyes crazed with a desperation he couldn't hide.

He didn't have the energy to hide it. He didn't need to hide it. It was just him and Woflie, after all.

The wolf’s tail wagged slowly, cautiously. He approached the captain slowly, resting the top of his soft head against Warriors’ chest in almost an invitation.

Warriors huffed. This wolf really was too smart. He leaned into the nuzzling, wrapping his arms around the animal's thick and fluffy neck. The warmth helped his body relax as much as the cuddling did, and he heard leaves rustle as Wolfie's tail swished back and forth gently against the ground.

Taking slow, deep breaths, Warriors gently massaged Woflie's back, rubbing back and forth. The motion was calming, the texture of Wolfie's fur in his hand grounding him.

He didn't know how long they were there, or when he had started to doze off as his mind and body shut down in response to the panic from earlier. All he knew was that he was suddenly lying on something soft and wrapped in blankets, with a comfortable fire crackling nearby.

Confused, the captain slowly started to sit up and recognized that he was back at camp. When did...?

He looked around, examining his surroundings some more. It was clearly the middle of the night. He saw Time's armor reflecting the firelight, leaned against a tree just beside an occupied bedroll. Beside Time, Hyrule had managed to plop himself against the tree, sleeping in an awkward seated position as he was oft to do; he said it made it easier and faster to wake up if there was danger, even though everyone insisted that was what watch was for. Across the way, Legend was wrapped in two blankets, which made Warriors pause - the veteran hero had three blankets that he usually used, collected over his travels. On a night as cold as this, he should be using all three.

Furrowing his brow, Warriors shifted a little more to keep taking tally when his eyes settled on the fire itself and the person sitting beside it watching him.

The fact that he was being watched made him jump a little, but he knew who it was and he tried to settle once more. Hesitantly, he asked, "How did I get back to camp?"

Twilight gave a small smile. "Wolfie came and found me. You had fallen asleep."

The captain felt his face flush. He prayed Twilight wouldn't question what had happened. "Oh."

The Ordonian stood, leaning over the fire for a moment and grabbing something that had been sitting beside it. He walked over slowly, settling on the ground next to Warriors. The captain noticed a bowl of warm stew in his hands.

"Here," Twilight offered. "You missed dinner."

Slowly, Warriors took the stew without argument. No sense in wasting the food. He sipped tentatively and sighed in delight at the flavors. Wild really was an amazing cook.

"You warm enough?"

The captain nodded. "You can go back to watch, Rancher. I'm okay."

Twilight watched him for too long, making the captain start to wonder if the younger man had seen any part of his breakdown. He looked away, unable to maintain eye contact, and his eyes settled on the blankets covering him.

He recognized the bizarre patterns sewn into the top blanket, and his momentary discomfort disappeared as he grew distracted. "Isn't this Veteran's blanket?"

"He saw that you were shivering."

Warriors felt simultaneously guilty and comforted at the notion, and he huffed out a small laugh. "So he's a softy, after all."

Twilight smiled. "Yeah, I guess he is. Sky saw right through him when he tried to argue that the delicate captain probably needs it, too used to luxury and all."

Warriors rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his stew. Twilight still didn't move. Eventually, the captain asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Well..." Twilight trailed off, shifting awkwardly. "I did find you passed out in the woods. Makes people worry a bit. Are... do you want to talk?"

The captain's eyes darkened as he stared through his stew and into a pit of darkness buried in his brain. "Not really. It's just... no, not really."

He was fine, honestly. He'd had these episodes before, and they used to be far more frequent. He'd say he was improving. He didn't need to lay that burden on anyone, nor did he need one of the biggest protectors of the pack hovering over him. The rancher needed to save those instincts for others, like the young sailor or the cook. They needed it far more than he did.

A part of him still wanted to talk, though. It had helped in the past. But talking to someone who had no context of the situation... it just made it too tiring.

Besides, he didn't know how long this adventure would last. He didn't want to get too attached. This was still business.

It stung to think it, just a little. He felt far more connected to these boys and men than he had to almost anyone. But he'd felt connected to plenty and lost plenty. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. There was no point in it.

Twilight took a slow, pensive breath, and then he nodded. He laid a gentle hand on Warriors' shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "If you ever do, I'm here, Captain."

Warriors slurped his stew loudly, swatting Twilight away playfully. "Come now, Rancher, don't get too sentimental, you'll make me cry and start telling you all my woes."

Twilight laughed louder this time and then grimaced when someone snored loudly in response. "Oh, the proud captain in tears, wouldn't that be the sight to see. Wouldn't be the first time I've seen a knight cry, either."

"You, the soft and sweet goat herder, regularly make knights cry?"

"In terror, yes."

The captain rolled his eyes. "Oh, brother. Your knights are a sorry lot if you make them cry in that way."

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Twilight was one of the gentlest of the group, after all.

Twilight's grip tightened one last time before slowly trailing to Warriors' mid back and patting him. "I'm serious, though. If you ever need to talk, I'm more than happy to listen."

Warriors returned his attention to his dinner, refusing to make eye contact, refusing to make a deeper connection despite the way his chest warmed at the words. "I appreciate the offer, truly. Now, best get back to watch. I don't need to distract you."

"I can hear just fine from here."

Warriors sighed. It seemed Twilight had, in fact, decided to add the captain to the list of Links to look out for. "I'm fine, Rancher. I promise."

"Aren't we all," Twilight droned dully, entirely unconvinced. "Look, I'm not pushing for you to talk. I just wanted to sit with you. Is that okay?"

He stared at his stew, half finished. It was warm in his hands. Twilight's presence was warmer. He sighed again. "Sure."

His mind lost track of the time, and of when he'd finished his dinner. The bowl was eventually taken from him wordlessly. He stayed up with Twilight in silence until his watch was over. To avoid scrutiny from anyone else, he slid back under the covers as Twilight woke Sky for the next shift. He didn't protest when the rancher placed his bedroll next to the captain's.

He watched Twilight settled into his own little sleeping mat and the pair exchanged tired smiles before going to sleep.

Maybe he was starting to get a little too attached. But he couldn't be too upset about it.

#writing #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wolfie #ptsd #hope you like it Silver :) #hurricane family

[jinmukangwrites]

Ooh ok I've got this one I love sharing~ so I made a drabble that twi's wrist ended up pretty scared from the shackle right? It would heal some when he was human again but poor wolfie got all the chaifing. But the thing is he HATES leaving it uncovered as a human. His gauntlets wrist band anything is fine. But if anyone touches his bare skin, just instinctual freak out of being leashed and caged again.

Four always thought it was strange when Twilight would get defensive about his left wrist. It's such a random spot to be self conscious about, nothing like how Wild would flinch when someone accidentally touches his scars or how Hyrule would jump a mile high when you approach from behind too quietly.

As far as Four knew at the time, the elder hero had a small amount of scaring around where his thumb joint meets his arm, a thin line that could have been caused by nothing more than a swipe of a sword. It's not in a dangerous spot that would spew blood, and hardly long enough to cause for too much pain.

It's just a scar, yet when Twilight caught someone staring as he undressed for the night, he would quickly cover it with a leather bracelet or scrap of cloth and go silent for the rest of the night.

Four always thought it made sense for Woflie to be defensive about its left wrist. There's a giant shackle there, of course the creature would snarl the moment a hand got too close to it. Someone abused the beast, locked it up and chained it down. Escaped maybe, somehow, on its own, leaving the shackle permanently attached to it's paw, with no key nor opposable thumbs to do a thing about it.

When Four found out Wolfie and Twilight were the same person, the whole Twilight being defensive about his wrist made so much more sense, but the whole Wolfie not wanting the shackle off made so much less sense.

"I can take it off, if you want," Four offered one lazy evening as the group traveled through the forest.

Twilight didn't look at him. Didn't say anything for awhile until he sucked in a breath and shook his head. "Don't ask again," he said simply.

And Four didn't press more.

He filed it inside his brain as something not important, and of Twilight wanted it off he would have asked by now, and if he didn't want to talk about it Four wasn't about to interrogate him. They all have their secrets. Four has his secrets. He wasn't about to grill Twilight with questions when he didn't want questions directed towards himself. Four could be considered many things, but hypocritical isn't one of them.

He wishes he pressed more.

Because then maybe he'd know what to do now as he watches the scene in front of him with a sword in his shaking hands. Only one eye open, the other closed because of a persistent stream of blood running down his face. He's retreated for now... Into the treeline, as the others all tried to pacify a possessed Time to no avail. A spirit of some sort, a poe or just a normal ghost Four doesn't know, had managed to enter Time's mind and shift his will into it's own. Time's eye is glowing a milky white, his blue iris murky like the color of storm clouds in the distance.

And, in one fist, is Twilight's left wrist, bare and uncovered because of him previously simply taking off his armor for the night before whatever is controlling Time decided to make it's move. Twilight is unarmed, bare chested, and defenseless. And worst of all, there's something far away in his wide, stricken eyes, as he desperately clawes at Time's hand with his free one. Time—the thing controlling Time—hardly notices, just yanks on Twilight's arm, causing the other hero to stumble and gasp. From the trees, Four can see Twilight mouthing something to himself, his eyes staring at something not here. Four recognizes the signs of someone not being in the present, and Twilight is somewhere far far away.

"What do you want?!" Warriors demands, holding his shield up and sword slightly down, not looking very ready for a fight. He's leaning heavily on his right foot, his left leg having a huge gash right in the thigh.

The creature doesn't respond, just glares and snarls. Four's seen Time angry, but never like this. Never this... hateful. Four doesn't stick around and stare though, he slowly begins to creep around the treeline that circumferences the cleaning they've made camp in. He keeps his eyes on Twilight who's nails have drawn blood in Time's hand. Who's chest is heaving. Who's cheeks are wet with tears. Hyperventilating. Panicing. Four needs to do something, and quickly, before Wild—who looks positively murderous—charges forward and does something he'll regret, or get himself killed.

Four eventually manages to get behind Time, and with a silent and swift charge, Four slams into Time and hits his skull with the handle of his blade. The creature let's go of Twilight with a howl and falls forward, and next thing Four knows he's in the middle of a dogpile as Legend and Warriors work together to pin the creature down, screaming at Sky who's closest to the bags to fetch the rope.

Four eventually manages to scramble out of the pile, just in time for the rope to be handed into Warriors' hands so they can bind Time's wrists behind his back. The creature snarls and hisses and yowls, and it's terrifying that Time's body is reduced to the sounds and actions of a simple minded beast, but all Four can see is Twilight scrambling backwards from Time, holding his wrist close to his chest and looking one tear away from sobbing. Or throwing up.

He flinches when Wild approaches him. Wild looks hurt, but doesn't make a move to force himself into Twilight's personal space again. There's something understanding in Wild's eyes too, and Four wonders if Wild knows. If Wild knows why Twilight is so detirmined to keep a shackle on his wrist, but never let anyone touch it.

Four wonders... But then he shakes his head.

He doesn't need to know.

He doesn't need to know a single thing to make sure something like this doesn't happen again. Trauma is trauma, and people deal with trauma in so many ways. Right now, what's important is getting the old man back to his own mind, and them making sure the creature possessing him regrets ever being created.

Four will make sure of it.

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