I ran through your master list, and didn’t see a dad!Commander Fox, but the idea came to me of he and his wife deciding to name their little girl KIT.
Not necessarily an ask, but rather throwing this idea into your universe. 👉🏻👉🏻
ashsljhkfaldkjhf this is my first time writing for fox and i really hope i did okay! i never wrote for him because i was super intimidated by his fan!based personality and i didn't want to get it "wrong" per se, so this was super fun to experiment with! i hope you like it!
more dad!fox baby fever below the cut!
she was such a small little thing. small hands and feet. small lips and nose. small ears and wisps of hair that barely looked visible atop her head. fox had to take a moment to remind himself that she was real. a living, breathing thing that he helped make, shaped like a miniature version of himself with little hints of her mother.
and she wasn't just a child either, she was his. his little baby, draped in a bright red blanket and laying at the bottom of the crib in her nursery.
he couldn't deny that she was an odd thing to look at. after months of hiding, there she was — sleeping with closed eyes, long lashes tickling her cheeks; breathing as gently as a little human could; hands far too tiny to even wrap around his finger.
fox leaned against the crib, reaching down to brush his knuckle along his baby's cheek. soft. a delicate flower petal against his calloused skin. fragile, just like a butterfly wing.
but there was something about her that made him pause. her small hands, just barely exposed to the world, were curled into fists. they were angry fists, poised in such a way that she looked ready to fight, it was a guarded gesture that made him huff in disbelief.
there was no doubt that this angry little being, fists curled and kicking in her sleep, was his. a little fox ready to take the world on with a fight.
his little fox.
kit.
he blinked, the corner of his lip lifting as the name bounced around his head. kit, kit, kit. a little fox cub, full of fire and fury. so much like her father yet so different altogether.
kit, the little one he'd find running up to him in the future, grinning with each lost tooth.
kit, yelling at him when she'd be a defiant teenager wanting to make her own stand in the galaxy.
kit, seeking him when she would need her father's help in navigating the twists and turns of adulthood.
with a gentleness that he didn't think he was capable of, fox reached down into the crib and gently lifted his baby into his arms. careful hands cradled her, brushing along her soft head to feel the little wisps of hair. he dragged a finger down her nose, huffing when the corner of her mouth lifted.
small hands kicked, eyes prying open to glance up at him. fox stared with uncertainty, unsure if he woke her up or if she did it on her own accord. his little one writhed for a bit as she fought against him, mouth opening to give a soft cry.
fox hesitated before slowly placing her against his chest, his hand under her bum to keep her scrunched up and comfortable. the warmth of his chest caused her whines to fall silent, his heartbeat greeting her ears like the faintest lullaby. he felt his little spitfire ease up and relax, the tension fleeing from her small bones.
with a faint, squeaky yawn, her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep, soft breaths causing her back to rise and fall.
fox took a seat in the rocking chair and gently swayed back and forward, brushing his fingertip along his baby girl's features. such a beautiful little thing sleeping peacefully in his arms, oblivious to the world and everything in it.
he wasn't concerned. if her balled fists and angry cries were any indications of her strength, fox was certain that his little girl would make it. she'd survive in this harsh galaxy, just as he did.
she'd thrive, and he'd make sure of it because while the years would come and go, days turning into months and months turning into years, fox knew he'd himself in another rocking chair like this one, gazing over his peaceful life with his daughter. he imagined the sound of her voice going on and on about her own life, her own kids, her own stories and memories.
he cracked the smallest smile at the thought of sharing a cup of caf with her. maybe she'd like it; maybe not.
either way, he'd find himself in her as she found herself in his arms — safe and swaddled. smiling and strong.
his little daughter.
kit.
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this made me so soft and tender and my heart is just a little sponge that is soaking up all this baby fever and lkjhadlfkj i think writing dad!fox was the hardest thing ever but i really enjoyed it!
