#foxmathorn

(This probably isn’t what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!)

The Jedi Killer, this is how the mysterious assassin has begun to be named by those who are brave enough to speaki about him. Dogma doesn’t particularly care about it, but he’s got to admit that it has a nice ring to it. Jedi Killer…

 It all started with Krell.

At the time Dogma couldn’t know what life had in store for him: just when everything seemed to be over, he got an opportunity to begin a new life.

Sure, he’s working for a Sith Lord now, but what’s the difference? Sith, Jedi, they’re all the same to him now. Given how easy it can be for Jedi to fall to the Dark Side, he’s doing the galaxy a favor by terminating them; he’s gotten quite good at it, you know?

 A thing that he never expected he was going to enjoy as much as he does, is the thrill of the chase after a kill. The Coruscant Guard is good, very good; it makes things more fun with the way they always try to catch him.

They provide some amusement to Dogma’s otherwise bleak life, though that may have something to do with the fact that he’s taken a shine with two of the Guard Commanders.

Commander Fox is someone Dogma feels close to despite the fact that they’ve never met: he looks like a tormented soul too. Always on the job, he hates when he’s not in control of things; Dogma is beginning loving messing with him on purpose, leaving some misleading clues behind and sending him messages with his kills. He’s thought about what would happen if they were to cross paths, if they were able to physically meet. Would Fox put up a fight? He bets he would.

Commander Thorn is completely different from Fox, but Dogma still respects him. It’s obvious that he loves his brothers, even though he should’ve understood by now that nobody cares about the clones, that if he really loved them he should begin to kill the Jedi in order to end this war, which is exactly what he’s doing. Later, he’ll kill his Sith employer as well, so that nobody will have to fight anymore. If he weren’t so busy with his mission, he wonders if he and Thorn would’ve been friends; he seems cheerful and accepting, something Dogma would really enjoy. Oh, the Dogma from Umbara would’ve disagreed so much on this, but that Dogma is dead, buried under a renewed sense of duty, not towards the Jedi anymore, but towards peace.

Would he be able to convince Thorn to join him? He seems less duty-bound than Fox, so maybe if he twists his words right, he might be able to do it.

 As much as Dogma has come to love them separately, it can’t match the height of his love when the two of them are together. There’s something about the way they mesh so well that never fails to amaze Dogma.

He feels jealousy, possessiveness and some form of shame when he spies them through the lens of his sniper rifle - his only companion since he’s dedicated himself to his mission - but he’s not jealous of them in the sense that he wants one of the other. He wants both.

They’d be excellent allies and even more excellent lovers. If only they’d join him…

 Sometimes he loses himself in whichever fantasy his mind is able to concoct.

In this ideal world there are no Jedi, nor Sith Lord. The Force doesn’t exist at all.

In this ideal world, the three of them are together and, most importantly, free to be and do whatever they want.

In this ideal world, they’re happy.

 Other times, his scenarios are more true to reality, but with a few huge changes.

In this ideal world, the ship that was taking Dogma to Kamino isn’t intercepted by Count Dooku’s, but one of the Guard’s.

In this ideal world, Fox and Thorn would’ve taken him under their wings. They would’ve protected him.

In this ideal world, they would’ve loved him.

 These are only fantasies, unfortunately, which can only live in Dogma’s head. They can’t and won’t become true no matter how much he wants them too.

The only thing Dogma can do is to keep tainting his hands in blood, taking one life after another, getting one step closer to peace each time he does.

(Ahjdsjdh. This fill might focus a bit too much on Dogma and Tup’s friendship, but this was too good of an occasion to pass it up)

Dogma needs help.

He can’t keep going sneaking out to meet up with Fox and Thorn; well, he can, because unless he goes public with it he’ll have to do it, but he’s still not ready to actually tell it to the entire 501st; one day, maybe, but not now.

What he needs is someone who would be willing to cover for him, because he knows for a fact that people are starting to get suspicious about his absences. He even knows who to ask for this favor, but… Ugh, he just hopes he won’t make things too hard for him.

Oh well, he’s taken his decision; he’s not going to back out now.

He calls Tup.

 “You’re dating who?!”

“Sssh!” Dogma exclaims, immediately covering Tup’s mouth with his hand. “Do you want everyone to hear you?”

Tup sends him an apologetic gaze, prompting Dogma to let him go.

“You’re dating who?” he repeats, quieter this time.

“You heard it already, don’t let me repeat myself,” Dogma sighs. He should’ve expected this.

“You know you’ll have to tell me everything later, right?” Tup asks. Another thing Dogma was expecting.

“I will if you help me,” Dogma replies, trying to check if someone’s listening in their conversation without appearing suspicious, something he’s not really good at; jeez, they look like they’re plotting something.

Asking to meet up at the cafeteria hasn’t been his smartest idea, he’ll admit.

“Deal,” Tup quickly replies, a bit too quickly for Dogma’s taste…

 “Wait…”

“What?”

“You have something in mind, don’t you?” Dogma accuses him.

“What? No, I don’t!” Tup’s quick to reply, looking aside… Yeah, he’s obviously lying. He never was a good liar to begin with, and the fact that Dogma knows him well only makes things worse.

Soon, in fact, Tup breaks.

“Ok, fine!” he exclaims. “We… We made a betting poll.”

“A betting poll?!” Now it’s Dogma’s turn to loudly exclaims, uncaring if he’s drawing attention to them.

“You kept disappearing! We all figured that you took a lover or something…” Tup explains. “I bet on Hound because I didn’t think you’d go for superior officers. I wonder if there’s still time to change it…”

Dogma’s appalled. Not only his best friend openly admitted his participation in a betting pool about his love life, he’s also talking about cheating.

 Before he can say anything, however, Tup turns towards him, suddenly serious.

“They’re not… I mean… You’re doing it because you want to, not because they’ve ordered you to do it, right?”

If Dogma didn’t know what causes this sudden worry, he’d be offended. Well, he still is, but not on his behalf: sure, Krell is still a sore subject for everybody, but Dogma thinks that, at least for him, he was a harsh lesson, something he should’ve known from the start. He’s still working on it, oscillating between complete distrust of any higher-up to absolute obedience without any sort of middle ground, but he’s getting there.

Still, to think that other clones, their vode, would do something like this…

“Of course, you di’kutla!” he exclaims then, “I wouldn’t be with them if I didn’t want to.”

“Alright, alright. Just wanted to make sure…” Tup replies then, after a moment, he continues: “Alright, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you,” Dogma says, truly grateful.

 His expression, though… Wait!

“Are you still gonna cheat at the poll?”

“Absolutely.”

He knew it.

(Ohohohoh, nice!)

“Wait, you guys had a betting poll on me too?!” Tup can’t help to exclaim, so loud that all 79’s must’ve heard him despite the ongoing ear-blasting music.

“I don’t know why you sound so surprised: we’ve made one for Dogma, what exactly made you think we hadn’t made one for you too?” Jesse teases him.

“And if you say that you thought you were slicker than that, well, you obviously weren’t,” Fives interjects before Tup can say anything, successfully shutting him up.

Dogma almost pats his back sympathetic, but then he remembers that he took part to the betting poll about him, so he doesn’t. Wait! This means…

“So you had him participate to the poll about me even though you didn’t tell him about the poll on him, but you didn’t tell me about it either?”

“I mean…” Hardcase says, leaving it like that, like it explains everything.

Noticing that no, it’s not the case, Jesse intervenes: “Look, not to be a dick, but you would’ve snitched on us immediately. Besides, we told you in the end, didn’t we?”

“Telling me on our way here doesn’t count,” Dogma retorts, crossing his arms to his chest despite knowing that Jesse is absolutely right: if he knew about something like this was going on, he would’ve told Tup immediately. At least they’ve allowed him to take part in the poll, though they’ve all laughed at his response, deeming it too unlikely.

We’ll see who is going to laugh in a moment.

 “You promise you’re gonna tell the truth?” Jesse asks, turning towards Tup first, then towards Dogma.

Dogma rolls his eyes, but he agrees, just like Tup does - though Tup looks way more amused by this whole thing that him.

In a way, though, it almost feels liberating to be able to admit that he’s in a relationship; keeping it hidden was beginning to become too tiresome. Besides, it’s supposed to be good that he feels safe enough to reveal to his fellow troopers such a vulnerable part of himself, right?

He kind of wishes the Captain were here, since he’s the one Dogma usually turns to in these kinds of situations, but he said he wanted nothing to do with this - something about having an image to keep. Dogma understands: since he’s in a higher position in the chain of command, he’s not supposed to invade his subordinates’ space too much. Some might even say that the way he acts is too casual for a Captain, so there’s no need to act even less formally.

 “So, tell us, guys: who are you dating?”

Tup and Dogma share a gaze; Tup can’t hold back a smirk, something that Dogma isn’t able to do as well.

Time to shock these fools.

 As expected, as soon as the mysterious partners’ identities are revealed, chaos ensues, and Dogma gets to enjoy every second of it as the others try to make sense of what they’ve just heard.

“No way!”

“That can’t be true!”

“No you must be lying!”

And so on and so on and so on…

 Deep down Dogma feels like an asshole for being this smug, but he can’t help it, not when it’s so amusing!

A gaze with Tup is enough for him to know that it’s the same for the other as well.

 Unfortunately, however, the fun doesn’t last as long as Dogma thought it would.

Damn Fives and his observation skills.

“Wait a second though!” he exclaims in fact, pointing an accusatory finger at Dogma. “How come you are the only ones who got it right?!” Uh-oh.

At that, it’s like the stupor the others were feeling suddenly vanishes, in favor of another kind of emotion.

“Shit! They totally cheated!” Jesse realized, looking at Tup and Dogma like they spat on his favorite ration bar. Oh no, this is turning bad.

“N-No, guys! I swear we didn’t!” And then Tup had to open his mouth and make things worse. Dogma can’t help but to smack his own forehead in an act of frustration. He loves Tup, he really does, but the chakaar can’t lie for shit.

“No, you obviously did!”

“Did not!”

“Yeas you did!”

“I swear we haven’t!”

 They would’ve kept fighting over this for the entire evening, if only Fives hadn’t successfully calmed them all down.

“Guys, guys!” he exclaims, raising his hands to gather their attention. They all shut their mouths, eyes on him. “Fine, we might’ve been played this round, but I say let’s create another poll, and let’s do it together this time.”

He can see how they all perk up at his words, suddenly interested. Even Dogma, who’s trying really hard to appear indifferent, is hanging from his lips.

“And who should we bet on?” Jesse asks. Fives smirks.

“Well, I’ve heard some rumors about our dear Captain…”

 At that, chaos ensues again as everyone either expresses how shocked they are at the notion that their Captain is seeing someone or is already beginning to make theories.

It makes Fives almost wants to laugh, but he stops himself before he can, because here’s the thing: his companions might not know it yet, but he already knows the truth about his Rex ol’ boy... But that’s a secret, alright?

He can’t wait to see where things will go on from then. Whatever happens, it’s going to be fun.

(Yeeeeees!)

“I can’t believe it.”

As soon as they hear that voice, both Dogma and Fox turn towards the entrance of Fox’s office, more specifically towards a very surprised Thorn that is staring at them in return.

“What?” Fox is the first to ask.

“You’re both slacking off,” Thorn begins, finally stepping inside and allowing the door to close behind him, “And without me?”

At those words, Fox snickers, while Dogma rolls his eyes.

“Not everything revolves around you, you know?” he complains. “Besides, not my fault you took longer than usual to finish your duties.”

“Well, someone has to protect the Chancellor, and excuse me if it was my turn today,” he grumbles, suddenly way more somber than he was before. It almost makes Dogma regret having opened his mouth.

 Silence follows, at least until Fox sighs.

“Dogma, scoot over,” he says, so that they can make some space, then he turns to Thorn. “Come here.”

Thorn doesn’t let him repeat it twice, and in a moment he’s immediately joined them on Fox’s old couch, though not in the way Fox intended: he throws himself at the other to in fact, resting his body on their legs.

“Shabuir!” Dogma immediately exclaims, trying to push him off, but Thorn holds onto him and Dogma doesn’t manage to do it. He huffs then, frown on his face, but at least he doesn’t say anything, which considering how thorny he can be, is quite the miracle - and an indication that he doesn’t really mind it that much.

 “How did it go?”

“The same it always does, Fox,” Thorn replies immediately, without hiding the bitterness of his voice. “At least there hasn’t been any attack, though at that point I was actually looking forward to one.”

“Don’t say that…” Dogma intervenes, softly. In the end he’s not able to resist anymore and he reaches for Thorn’s hair, which he begins to pet with one hand.

Despite that, they all understand Thorn’s sentiments: there’s something weird going on with the Chancellor, everybody in the Guard who is unfortunate to be too much in his presence can tell you that, but hell if they know why exactly that is. Having to be in close proximity with him becomes unnerving pretty fast, so yes, even an attack would be good, because it would at least distract them.

 “He smells.”

Dogma chokes, Fox does too.

“He does!” Thorn insists, serious, like they were discussing military matters. “He does and you know it!”

“That’s not the point!” Fox exclaims. He can’t hold it in anymore, however, and he bursts into laughter at Thorn’s words. Of course he’s right, but they way he said it was so out of the blue that has taken everyone off guard.

Dogma still tries to resist, but eventually he breaks and begins to laugh too.

“What even is that smell?” he asks then, still laughing. Nobody knows, but it’s weird.

 “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation,” Fox suddenly says, tapping on Thorn’s legs so that he’ll let him get up.

“Where are you going?” Thorn asks however, before doing anything.

“To take some booze, of course,” Fox replies, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire galaxy. At those words, Thorn immediately lets him go, knowing that if he’s good Fox will share.

“We shouldn’t-- We’re still on duty,” Dogma tries to protest, but their shift is almost over and no major accident has happened. Is it too presumptuous to think that nothing is going to happen?

 When Fox comes back with a bottle of corellian whiskey - the good shit - he doesn’t have it in his heart to say no.

Meanwhile, Thorn has gotten up, deciding that if he’s going to enjoy a drink with his lovers, he’s going to do it while sitting on the couch instead of leaning down over it. He welcomes Fox with a big smile, even though his eyes are tired - not that he says anything about that of course.

Still it doesn’t go unnoticed to Fox who, before handing him the bottle, says: “Just a little bit, then you’re getting some rest.”

At those words Thorn rolls his eyes.

“Suuure,” he replies, snatching the bottle from Fox’s hand and drinking directly from it like some kind of savage. And Fox had even brought the glasses…

 Despite Thorn unwillingness to obey Fox, in less than an hour he’s already passed out on the couch, almost entirely sprawled over Dogma, who doesn’t look happy about it, especially since Thorn has also begun snoring.

“Kriffing shabuir…” he mutters under his breath, but Fox can see the smile he’s trying to fight off his face.

“Watch your language, rookie,” he jokingly admonishes him though. Dogma hasn’t been a rookie for a long time, but Fox and Thorn still call him that sometimes, mostly when they’re trying to make him behave.

Dogma doesn’t say anything, but he narrows his eyes at the nickname. Fox shrugs and takes another chug of whiskey.

 “Thorn’s right…”

Fox raises his eyebrow at Dogma. “About what?”

“Palpatine does smell weird.”

A snort.

“Shut up, Dogma.”

“Make me,” Dogma replies immediately, smirking. Fox raises an eyebrow at him, but it doesn’t take him long to lean over Thorn to plant his kiss against him, effectively shutting him up.

What? He asked for it.

More Foxmathorn!! I hope it's okay that this one isn't wingfic, this idea wouldn't leave me alone:

"What are you going to do, now that we're free?" Thorn asks, almost dreading the potential replies from his lovers.

Fox turns to him and says blandly, "Well I have a Republic to run, and I'd..." he pauses, "I'd really like for you both to stay." Both of the Guardsmen turn to Dogma, waiting for his answer. All of them know without asking that Thorn will stay with Fox. Dogma is the only unknown.

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.

Once again, I am very sorry for the delay; Dogma gets some much needed affection in this one!