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🩷 [ Comfort ] - A tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance

“What if she don’t like me?”

Gator had stopped rubbing your stomach, lips now pressed in a familiarly tight way. Like he wanted to pretend that he didn’t just ask that in favor of doing his whole “Gator pullin’ a Gator” song and dance for you to deal with. You furrowed your brows, bringing your hand to rest on top of his. He tried to pull away, but you wouldn’t let him. The muscles around his eyelids twitched in a ghost of a squint. You traced the outline of his hardened profile with your own eyes, voice steadily reassuring him,

“She will. You’re her daddy.”

“Tch. Yeah, obviously, but…”

“But…?” You pressed, thumb rubbing soothingly slow circles into the back of his hand. The former deputy’s breath hitched, his nose turning pink as he forced a cough out from his throat. You knew better, of course, and this was just another one of his tells that he was going to get vulnerable (something he didn’t particularly care to be or appear as).

“’S not like every man’s worthy of bein’ one. I mean, look at my old man, he—”

A sniffle, suddenly. He swallowed it down with an annoyed groan, bringing his unrestricted hand up to pinch off the leak coming from his nose. Although he’d talked about his rough upbringing and crime entangled life before he’d met you, it’d always been at length. Like an unforgiving beast that Gator never allowed out unless half the leash was wrapped around his grip.

You squeezed his hand against your protruding belly and your future daughter growing underneath to ground him back to Earth.

“…I keep wonderin’ if, if that old ass sayin’ bout apples fallin’ off the tree’s got some truth to it. Y’know what I mean?”

“Er, Honey, I don’t follow. What’s this really all about?”

“Shit, yer really gonna make me say it?” Your boyfriend asked, voice cracking as he slightly faced you with a bittersweet smile, lips parted enough to show the straight edge of his teeth and the tongue lightly pressing against their backs. His nose was leaking even harder to make up for the tears that’d long stopped production from his eye sockets.

“Don’t wanna end up like my dad,” Gator hoarsely mumbled, voice coming out something thick through the lump in his throat. “Don’t ever wanna make my baby girl go through all the, the…fucked up shit I had t’ go through growin’ up, but his blood’s my blood. How ‘m I supposed to keep from yellin’ at her when she catches me on a bad day, or, or worse? I don’t think I could live with m'self if, if I were to—"

You interrupted his stream of self-doubt by bringing his hand up off your stomach and to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles. A simple gesture, but it worked every time. Gator sniffed again, turning his face fully towards you.

You smiled and whispered, “C’mere.”

As fast as he could, your boyfriend was holding himself above you, holding his breath in anticipation. You cupped his jaw with both hands and guided him down to you, pressing a tender, reassuring kiss against his natural pout. Gator’s arms almost gave out from the elation and love coursing through his body, but he couldn’t allow himself to give in. Not when you were in such a physically fragile state yourself. He sighed as you carded a hand through his hair, moving your lips to peck against the cute moles dotting his face.

“Wish you weren’t so hard on yourself,” you muttered against the crook of his nose. “I think you’re gonna be a great daddy.”

“Ya make it sound so easy,” he mumbled back, searching out your lips with his. “Makes me wanna believe yer right.”

“I’m your girlfriend, aren’t I? I’m always supposed to be right,” you breathlessly chuckled, accepting Gator’s kiss.

He snorted, pulling away to lay down next to you. As if it had a mind of its own, his arm immediately curled around your body to hold you close and provide you with a semblance of protection. Had he still had his sight, he’d have looked up to the ceiling pointedly away from you as the next shaky thought came to mind after a few minutes of silence. But since he didn’t, he faced you plainly, voice a bit deliberate as he earnestly asked,

“Babe, what do ya think ‘bout the name ‘Allison’?”

And here’s the other Knights of the Hexagonal Table! ^^ (Can you tell I’m bad at drawing weapons + got kinda bored of drawing similar-looking outfits five times :P)

No individual artist commentary here, since there isn’t much to talk about with this crew, but two things! One, everyone gets a unique weapon—sword privilege is reserved for the leader, that being Vivor or Render. Two, I decided to expand on the purple color coding of said leader by patterning the Knights after a rainbow; Veille is red, Geon is orange, Round is yellow, Chistory is green, and Charge is blue. With Vivor, they make a perfect six-color rainbow ^^

YES DEFINITELY 💖