Is it possible for some Fox/Dogma/Thorn with the prompt "Last?"
I've been hoping for some FoxmaThorn! Here you go anon! This one's a little long so I dropped a 'keep reading' so it doesn't take up your whole dash. (I hope it's okay that this is set in the wingfic AU):
Thorn hadn't expected Fox to take in an accused and acquitted criminal, someone who'd betrayed his brothers and only turned back at the last possible second. He sighs, rustles his wings, and raps his knuckles sharply on the open doorway. "I wouldn't have thought you two would be the ones to sleep in against regulation," He teases, testing the waters.
Dogma twitches in Fox's arms, and the Commander reacts by bringing his wings close around the other trooper and grumbling, "You could join us instead." Dogma freezes, blinking in shock that two of the Commanders of the guard might be remotely interested in him in spite of his flightless dark wings.
Hesitating, Thorn ruffles his own feathers, "Is that alright, Dogma?" He doesn't want to push the trooper beyond his comfort level in this. Most of the guard knows by now that Fox has taken on a prospective mate, though that's the extent of most of the rumors.
All it takes is a soft hum of assent, and Thorn slides immediately into the nest on Dogma's other side, also wrapping his wings around them. After a muted series of taps to his comm, he confirms Dogma's suspicions. "I just submitted a report that Commander Fox," he pauses in exasperated affection to glance at the other Commander, "needs a sick day. Stars know he doesn't take care of himself."
Thorn nestles closer to Dogma. "Alright,?" He asks, only continuing when he receives a small noise of approval, "From what I've seen, you're good for him. He used to not care about his own health at all- beyond keeping himself at the minimum standard for Command."
Not knowing what to say, Dogma presses appreciatively back into him, and Thorn wraps one wing over them both, so they can all fall back asleep.
