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sickfic: Fox & Thire; cw for self-loathing, mentions of solitary confinement

Fox has…something. He’s not sure exactly what, only that he’s weak and shaky and his head feels like somebody reached out and crushed his bucket with him still in it.

Probably got it from last week’s mission into the lower levels, when a punk with a knife got in a lucky slice to Fox’s arm. The Corrie medics had cleaned the wound and taken a sample for testing, but without more high-tech equipment there’s nothing more that Hedge could do.

Fox had tried to keep working, tried to keep it together, but somehow the Chancellor had known he was coughing even though he’d turned his helmet speakers off. Creepy bastard had narrowed his eyes and ordered Fox to quarantine.

No medicine. No help. Just - quarantine.

Fox isn’t surprised, not really. Quarantine’s better than decomm, anyway.

He clings to that thought as the chills set in. He’s in his own cells - there wasn’t a room to spare in the barracks, and they have to keep him out of the medbay until they can find out if he’s infectious or not. So. Cell it is.

Fox can’t help but to feel like a prisoner. He’s been here before, when the Chancellor has decided that a stint in solitary will teach Fox a lesson, but it never gets easier.

Hedge hadn’t even let him take his stack of datapads, citing that he couldn’t trust Fox to not work, which Fox begrudgingly admits is accurate.

Fox shivers again and pulls the blanket tighter.

So stupid. If he’d just been faster, more alert, he could’ve seen the hit coming. He should have. He’s the fucking Commander of the Coruscant Guard, he should be able to take out one asshole with a vibroblade. It’s honestly revolting that he couldn’t.

He deserves this.

“Fox?”

Someone’s outside his cell.

“Yeah?” he croaks, and winces at the stabbing pain in his throat.

“It’s Thire. How’re you doing?”

How the fuck does he think Fox is doing?

“Just peachy.”

“Suuuuure,” Thire says, but there’s no mocking edge. He just sounds sad. And tired.

And that’s Fox’s fault, too, isn’t it? He should be out there doing his job, not foisting it off onto Thire-

“-company?”

What? Fox fights through the fog in his mind and remembers. Thire’s here. He’s talking to Fox.

“Hmm?” Fox manages. Thire laughs, but it’s fond.

“I said, do you want company? I brought a radio, or I can just talk, or-“

“Just talk,” Fox rasps, and Thire does. The words wash over him, muffled by the thick durasteel door, but at least Fox knows Thire is there on the other side.

Why? Who knows. Thire’s always been a sucker. It’s going to get him hurt someday, but even Fox can’t find it within himself to crush out that light.

“Thanks, Thire,” he says. His ragged whisper is too faint to make it through the steel.

Thire keeps going anyway.

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It’s nice to have a friend, ain’t it?

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As someone who's written fanfics where Hunter sits at Omega's bedside while she's sick/injured and does affectionate things like run his hand through her hair and take her hand, you better believe I SQUEALED internally when we finally got those things in canon.

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“I’m not going anywhere.” With Cody and Fox and hugs and forgive and—

Bro,,, they are going to be okay, bro,,,,

(just pretend this is part of a larger fic or something. use your imagination go wild etc.)

That’s not to say the rest of the night goes smoothly. There are nightmares. Of course there are, Fox has been through hell (Cody left him in hell, they all left him in hell, they all made it worse) and it’s to be expected. 

Cody’s still awake when the first one comes. It’s only 2230, and he’s engrossed in the holofilm they’d been watching when Fox fell asleep at 2200. One moment, Fox is curled up and completely dead to the world with a hand around Cody’s forearm and the next he’s jackknifing upright in bed, chest heaving and eyes wild. 

“Fox, woah, hey! It’s okay, it’s just a dream.” Cody fumbles with his ‘pad for a moment, trying to pause the film, then sits up alongside Fox. “Hey, hey, you’re okay.” 

In the dim nightcycle lighting, Cody can’t see exactly the expression on Fox’s face. He can get the gist, though, see the frantic desperation turning his way in weary eyes. “Cody?” Fox rasps. 

“Yeah, Fox, it’s me. You’re alright, you’re safe.” 

“Cody.” That one word is all the warning he gets before he once again has an armful of distraught Fox. 

“Gods, you’re heavy,” he huffs, falling back against the pillows as he pulls Fox to his chest. Then, louder, “I’ve got you, you’re okay.” 

“Cody,” Fox says again, and this time it’s edged with tears. “You’re here.” 

Oh, Fox. Oh, vod. Cody rubs a hand up and down his back, pressing his face into Fox’s hair and murmuring, “Yeah, Fox, I’m right here. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

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gnawing at my enclosure for a logan (2017) fix it fix PLEASEEEE fine i’ll do it myself

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new fox look i am obsessed with he is in the back of my mind

花絮：草稿的时候头发画得不是很长，朋友要求画长点，画了两笔觉得长得好像Hunter。。(。。不，，，

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comm

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your bodies seed the stars

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I never post here but here is some overwatch sigma art I made yesterday that I think is cool

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MAGIMATE

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BREAKING NEWS 🌟😝

WASNT EXPECTING THAT

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Brothers

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older น้องGrogu 

(what if au)

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???

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Alpha-17 goes to see Wolffe in the medbay after his encounter with Ventress

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I might be tripping balls but did you draw Fox doing the 🤏 and saying something along the lines of "I'm this close"? I'm sorry if it wasn't you, I saw your art and artstyle reminded me of that drawing

That was me! He was part of this doodle page I did a while back

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dragonboy who is a middle aged subway man