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Parent Cross and Allen Drabble Modern AU

Allens Age: Let’s go 8 for this one.

Cross was reading a book by lamplight when he heard the first rumblings of thunder in the distance. He had the T.V. volume on low which created a pleasant buzz of noise throughout the living room without being too loud to wake up the brat sleeping in the room over. It’s been two weeks since he had finally returned home from Mother’s place and though he learned quite a bit on how to take care of a child during their stay, he still found himself wishing desperately the old woman was around. He was thankful that the brat was walking around, feeding himself, toileting himself, and starting to do what a normal kid would do, especially now that it was just the two of them. The kid liked playing with Timcanpy but seemed confused when Cross introduced him to some kid toys that he got from Tiedoll. Cross thought that a bunch of legos and cars would keep the kid entertained, after all there were things that surely an eight-year-old would still play with right? He was disappointed when the child instead looked up at him asking, ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’.

Throughout the two weeks, Cross was still filled with unease. He was sure he must’ve called Mother almost once a day so far over trivial things; like what to do when the kid started to stare off into space, if it was okay for the brat to watch Sex in the City, how he could try to decrease the number of bed wetting episodes the kid kept having because of nightmares. He had many other questions, like what he could do to teach the kid how to read and write, how he could get him to stop being so shy out in public. He figured enrolling him in school right now would just stress him out too much, so the next best thing would be just to teach him himself. When it came to be being in the public eye, as much as he hated almost tripping over the tiny brat clinging to his leg for dear life, he’d rather know exactly where he was than have him wander off somewhere and get himself hurt. He just managed to get the kid to start functioning again on his own, the last thing he needed was the brat to have another mental breakdown and go back to square one because he pushed him too hard.

Cross instinctively turned his head towards the window when he saw a couple flashes of lightning out of the window followed by the distant rumble of thunder that was beginning to grow loader. Shit. He was in for a long night. He wondered if maybe praying to whatever god was out there would help the kid sleep through the thunderstorm. Fat chance. The kid was a light sleeper from his days of being out on the streets. Cross sighed and put his book on the table next to him before standing up to stretch, preparing himself for the brat’s inevitable awakening.

Sure, he supposed all kids were afraid of thunderstorms at some point in their lives, but in Allen’s case he’d even start to cry at the sight of rain depending on the day. Cross couldn’t say he blamed the kid though, he lost his first father figure in a car accident during a bad thunderstorm. It took a few days for Cross to even get the kid to sit in his car long enough for him to drive back his house when it was time to leave Mother’s.

Cross made his way to the window, moving the curtain away to glance outside at nature’s lightshow. He could see the branches of the trees outside start to shiver violently like a child’s shoulders when they lost their parents in a store. The red-head moved away from the window in favor of going to the kitchen where he got out a jug of milk and a pot. He flipped the switch to turn on the burner on the stove before setting the pan down on the circle that began to glow a fiery red. He personally didn’t like warm milk, he thought it was disgusting, but over the couple months he had gotten to know Allen he found warm milk was a good aid in calming the child. Sometimes it would even lull him to sleep and if there was anything Cross knew about Allen, it was that the kid could use more sleep.

Just as he was pouring the milk into the pot the thunder rolled through again, louder this time and close enough that he could feel the vibrations under his feet. He capped the jug of milk, leaving the milk in the pot to warm by itself as he walked back over to the window to watch the storm move in. The branches were waving wildly, and rain began to patter fiercely against the windowpane. Cross flinched instinctively as he watched electricity bounce across the clouds, leaving loud thunder in their wake.

He wondered why he was even doing this. Why the hell should he care whether the kid sleeps or not? Why should he care if the kid watches something on T.V. that he shouldn’t, or gets lost in the supermarket? Why didn’t he just leave Allen in the wreckage of the car accident a couple months ago? He could’ve left him to Tiedoll. Honestly, he didn’t have an exact answer. All he knew was that when he arrived at the scene and looked through the hole where the passenger side window should’ve been and saw a pair of frightened, defeated baby blues look back up at him, he felt his chest hurt and a surge of protectiveness take over him. Even in such a devastating situation, he had to admit the kid was kind of cute. Of course, he would never admit that shit to anyone, not even the kid.

Cross jumped a little when a loud thunder boom shook through the entire house, pulling him from his thoughts as a piercing wail broke through the silence that fell soon after, summoning him to the room Allen slept in. The red-head sighed and walked towards the room where more wailing came from, he sped up when he heard another thunder boom shake the house. When he opened the door he was met with the familiar sight of Allen sitting up in bed, his white hair sticking up all over the place, screaming his head off.

“Alright, alright kid we’re gonna get through this,” the man sighed as he walked closer to the child, recoiling a little bit when he smelled urine, “Dammit I really gotta get you something for that.”

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” Cross muttered to himself as he went through Allen’s drawers to find him a clean pair of pajamas. Cross flinched when Allen’s voice reached an octave higher as the next thunder boom shook through the house, “Enough kid, you’re going to bust your damn voice box again. God’s just having a rock concert up there, nothing to be scared of. Alright?”

Cross shifted his clean pair of pajamas so that they were draped over his shoulder before he lifted up the crying child and awkwardly carried him under the shoulders to the bathroom. He set the child down on the bathroom floor, sighing before he knelt down and began to unbutton his pajama shirt. Allen continued to scream as the wind picked up speed, the tree branches hitting up against the bathroom window. It seemed like the storm was at war with Allen to see who could be the loudest which was not doing Cross’s head any favors.

“Come on kid work with me here. Arms up. There we go,” Cross muttered to himself as he continued changing the child’s outfit. Once he saw to it that he was in clean, dry clothes he picked up the child once again and walked to the kitchen.

“Come on kid, it’s just a little thunderstorm. With me around it wouldn’t even think of hurting you,” the man said, grabbing a small blanket on the way to the kitchen and draping it over the child, “It’s just a little water, sound and lights. Want some warm milk?”

The response Cross got was more screaming. Great. He resisted the urge to shiver in disgust when he felt the kid nuzzle his wet face against his neck. Gross. Instead he walked over to a counter near the stove and sat the child down on it as he grabbed a couple of mugs. He ignored the way Allen reached out for him when he pulled away in favor of preparing the warm beverage for the child.
“Here, hold on to this and take a sip. You’ll feel better,” Cross said, setting one of the mugs into the child’s grabby hands to keep him distracted as he tried to find something to wipe his face off with. He managed to find a clean rag from one of the kitchen drawers and walked back over to the child, plucking the mug out from his hands after he took a sip to move it aside so he could wash his face.

“Ughhh disgusting, you better feel better after this. Hold still dammit! Don’t rub your eye like that you’re going to make it hurt and then I’ll have to hear you complain about it all day,” Cross said as he moved Allen’s hand away from his scarred eye so he could wipe at it gently with the cloth.

“I-I-I-I’m so-sorry,” Allen whined out.

“For what?”

“I-I-I” Allen continued to blubber.

“Enough kid, you can barely speak. Finish crying and then talk,” Cross said, leaning over to glance out the window at the storm just in time to see another flash at lightning, followed by a large thunder boom that also made Cross jump a little bit. Allen shrieked, slamming his hands over his ears as he began to wail once more. Cross sighed in frustration, hoping the storm would end soon so this little brat could sleep and stop screaming. The man tried to distract the child by getting him to sip some more at the warm milk, but Allen wasn’t having it.

Shit. He didn’t know what he could do to comfort the kid. What would comfort him? Booze. Having a nice big bottle of booze would help him, but he doubted it would be a good idea to try out on the kid. What if he didn’t need to hear the thunder?

“Okay kid. I got an idea but you gotta sit here and wait for me. Can you do that for me?” Cross asked, but the way Allen was clinging to him told him that there was no chance of that happening,

“Alright then, fine. Come with me.”
With that the man lifted the child up again who clung against his neck, sobbing and rewetting his neck with his body fluids. Again gross, “I can’t believe you still have tears to cry, you’re going to dehydrate yourself at this rate.”

Cross made his way back over to the chair he was sitting in before the storm hit and sat down with the child in his lap. He grabbed his cell phone and headphones on the little table near his sitting place before he put them over Allen’s ears. Allen looked up at him with watery, confused eyes and watched him fiddle around on his cellphone for a few moments before he heard soft music pulse through the headphones.

“There we go. It’s no children’s lullaby, but at least it’s not someone screaming in your ears,” Cross muttered as he moved Allen so he was laying down in his arms. Allen continued to sob, although Cross was happy to hear that it had dimmed some since he gave him music to listen to. Cross kept watch on the storm that continued to rage on outside and switched the T.V. channel to the news to see when it might leave. The man sighed when he found it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He was thankful that his phone still had enough juice in it to last for another hour or two. He went back to messing with his phone to create a tiny playlist for Allen to listen to for the rest of the storm. He looked over at Allen who was sniffling and was blinking up at him tiredly.
“What are you looking at?” Cross asked as he leaned over to grab some tissues to clean up the child’s face once again. Allen whined in annoyance and threatened to start crying again.

“Oh my god come on. I’m letting you use my phone for crying out loud. I swear if you start throwing a fit I’m going to set you on that couch over there and let you cry yourself to sleep,” Cross threatened, only half meaning it as he finished cleaning Allen’s face.

Allen stopped his whining, resorting to pouting up at Cross.

“Well I’m sorry kid but when you cry your nose runs like a river. It’s disgusting.” The man responded as he pet back his hair, blinking in surprise at the content little sigh that left Allen’s lips. Okay, that was kind of cute, not to mention his hair was soft. Cross smirked at this new discovery, deciding he would use it to his advantage.

“What, you like how that feels brat?” Cross smirked, doing it again. Allen closed his eyes and leaned against his touch, the music and warmth seeping into his tiny body beginning to lull him back to sleep.

You are so lucky you are cute brat, Cross thought to himself as he continued, though if anyone asked it was to get him to fall asleep sooner. It totally wasn’t because he found Allen’s reactions to be cute or the fact that he felt strangely whole to have the small body next to his. He looked back up to look outside, seeing the storm rage on. As he watched Allen drift off to sleep, he made himself comfortable, his own fatigue washing over him. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to sit here for a bit longer…

Description
Parent Cross and Allen Drabble Modern AU

Allens Age: Let’s go 8 for this one.

Cross was reading a book by lamplight when he heard the first rumblings of thunder in the distance. He had the T.V. volume on low which created a pleasant buzz of noise throughout the living room without being too loud to wake up the brat sleeping in the room over. It’s been two weeks since he had finally returned home from Mother’s place and though he learned quite a bit on how to take care of a child during their stay, he still found himself wishing desperately the old woman was around. He was thankful that the brat was walking around, feeding himself, toileting himself, and starting to do what a normal kid would do, especially now that it was just the two of them. The kid liked playing with Timcanpy but seemed confused when Cross introduced him to some kid toys that he got from Tiedoll. Cross thought that a bunch of legos and cars would keep the kid entertained, after all there were things that surely an eight-year-old would still play with right? He was disappointed when the child instead looked up at him asking, ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’.

Throughout the two weeks, Cross was still filled with unease. He was sure he must’ve called Mother almost once a day so far over trivial things; like what to do when the kid started to stare off into space, if it was okay for the brat to watch Sex in the City, how he could try to decrease the number of bed wetting episodes the kid kept having because of nightmares. He had many other questions, like what he could do to teach the kid how to read and write, how he could get him to stop being so shy out in public. He figured enrolling him in school right now would just stress him out too much, so the next best thing would be just to teach him himself. When it came to be being in the public eye, as much as he hated almost tripping over the tiny brat clinging to his leg for dear life, he’d rather know exactly where he was than have him wander off somewhere and get himself hurt. He just managed to get the kid to start functioning again on his own, the last thing he needed was the brat to have another mental breakdown and go back to square one because he pushed him too hard.

Cross instinctively turned his head towards the window when he saw a couple flashes of lightning out of the window followed by the distant rumble of thunder that was beginning to grow loader. Shit. He was in for a long night. He wondered if maybe praying to whatever god was out there would help the kid sleep through the thunderstorm. Fat chance. The kid was a light sleeper from his days of being out on the streets. Cross sighed and put his book on the table next to him before standing up to stretch, preparing himself for the brat’s inevitable awakening.

Sure, he supposed all kids were afraid of thunderstorms at some point in their lives, but in Allen’s case he’d even start to cry at the sight of rain depending on the day. Cross couldn’t say he blamed the kid though, he lost his first father figure in a car accident during a bad thunderstorm. It took a few days for Cross to even get the kid to sit in his car long enough for him to drive back his house when it was time to leave Mother’s.

Cross made his way to the window, moving the curtain away to glance outside at nature’s lightshow. He could see the branches of the trees outside start to shiver violently like a child’s shoulders when they lost their parents in a store. The red-head moved away from the window in favor of going to the kitchen where he got out a jug of milk and a pot. He flipped the switch to turn on the burner on the stove before setting the pan down on the circle that began to glow a fiery red. He personally didn’t like warm milk, he thought it was disgusting, but over the couple months he had gotten to know Allen he found warm milk was a good aid in calming the child. Sometimes it would even lull him to sleep and if there was anything Cross knew about Allen, it was that the kid could use more sleep.

Just as he was pouring the milk into the pot the thunder rolled through again, louder this time and close enough that he could feel the vibrations under his feet. He capped the jug of milk, leaving the milk in the pot to warm by itself as he walked back over to the window to watch the storm move in. The branches were waving wildly, and rain began to patter fiercely against the windowpane. Cross flinched instinctively as he watched electricity bounce across the clouds, leaving loud thunder in their wake.

He wondered why he was even doing this. Why the hell should he care whether the kid sleeps or not? Why should he care if the kid watches something on T.V. that he shouldn’t, or gets lost in the supermarket? Why didn’t he just leave Allen in the wreckage of the car accident a couple months ago? He could’ve left him to Tiedoll. Honestly, he didn’t have an exact answer. All he knew was that when he arrived at the scene and looked through the hole where the passenger side window should’ve been and saw a pair of frightened, defeated baby blues look back up at him, he felt his chest hurt and a surge of protectiveness take over him. Even in such a devastating situation, he had to admit the kid was kind of cute. Of course, he would never admit that shit to anyone, not even the kid.

Cross jumped a little when a loud thunder boom shook through the entire house, pulling him from his thoughts as a piercing wail broke through the silence that fell soon after, summoning him to the room Allen slept in. The red-head sighed and walked towards the room where more wailing came from, he sped up when he heard another thunder boom shake the house. When he opened the door he was met with the familiar sight of Allen sitting up in bed, his white hair sticking up all over the place, screaming his head off.

“Alright, alright kid we’re gonna get through this,” the man sighed as he walked closer to the child, recoiling a little bit when he smelled urine, “Dammit I really gotta get you something for that.”

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” Cross muttered to himself as he went through Allen’s drawers to find him a clean pair of pajamas. Cross flinched when Allen’s voice reached an octave higher as the next thunder boom shook through the house, “Enough kid, you’re going to bust your damn voice box again. God’s just having a rock concert up there, nothing to be scared of. Alright?”

Cross shifted his clean pair of pajamas so that they were draped over his shoulder before he lifted up the crying child and awkwardly carried him under the shoulders to the bathroom. He set the child down on the bathroom floor, sighing before he knelt down and began to unbutton his pajama shirt. Allen continued to scream as the wind picked up speed, the tree branches hitting up against the bathroom window. It seemed like the storm was at war with Allen to see who could be the loudest which was not doing Cross’s head any favors.

“Come on kid work with me here. Arms up. There we go,” Cross muttered to himself as he continued changing the child’s outfit. Once he saw to it that he was in clean, dry clothes he picked up the child once again and walked to the kitchen.

“Come on kid, it’s just a little thunderstorm. With me around it wouldn’t even think of hurting you,” the man said, grabbing a small blanket on the way to the kitchen and draping it over the child, “It’s just a little water, sound and lights. Want some warm milk?”

The response Cross got was more screaming. Great. He resisted the urge to shiver in disgust when he felt the kid nuzzle his wet face against his neck. Gross. Instead he walked over to a counter near the stove and sat the child down on it as he grabbed a couple of mugs. He ignored the way Allen reached out for him when he pulled away in favor of preparing the warm beverage for the child.
“Here, hold on to this and take a sip. You’ll feel better,” Cross said, setting one of the mugs into the child’s grabby hands to keep him distracted as he tried to find something to wipe his face off with. He managed to find a clean rag from one of the kitchen drawers and walked back over to the child, plucking the mug out from his hands after he took a sip to move it aside so he could wash his face.

“Ughhh disgusting, you better feel better after this. Hold still dammit! Don’t rub your eye like that you’re going to make it hurt and then I’ll have to hear you complain about it all day,” Cross said as he moved Allen’s hand away from his scarred eye so he could wipe at it gently with the cloth.

“I-I-I-I’m so-sorry,” Allen whined out.

“For what?”

“I-I-I” Allen continued to blubber.

“Enough kid, you can barely speak. Finish crying and then talk,” Cross said, leaning over to glance out the window at the storm just in time to see another flash at lightning, followed by a large thunder boom that also made Cross jump a little bit. Allen shrieked, slamming his hands over his ears as he began to wail once more. Cross sighed in frustration, hoping the storm would end soon so this little brat could sleep and stop screaming. The man tried to distract the child by getting him to sip some more at the warm milk, but Allen wasn’t having it.

Shit. He didn’t know what he could do to comfort the kid. What would comfort him? Booze. Having a nice big bottle of booze would help him, but he doubted it would be a good idea to try out on the kid. What if he didn’t need to hear the thunder?

“Okay kid. I got an idea but you gotta sit here and wait for me. Can you do that for me?” Cross asked, but the way Allen was clinging to him told him that there was no chance of that happening,

“Alright then, fine. Come with me.”
With that the man lifted the child up again who clung against his neck, sobbing and rewetting his neck with his body fluids. Again gross, “I can’t believe you still have tears to cry, you’re going to dehydrate yourself at this rate.”

Cross made his way back over to the chair he was sitting in before the storm hit and sat down with the child in his lap. He grabbed his cell phone and headphones on the little table near his sitting place before he put them over Allen’s ears. Allen looked up at him with watery, confused eyes and watched him fiddle around on his cellphone for a few moments before he heard soft music pulse through the headphones.

“There we go. It’s no children’s lullaby, but at least it’s not someone screaming in your ears,” Cross muttered as he moved Allen so he was laying down in his arms. Allen continued to sob, although Cross was happy to hear that it had dimmed some since he gave him music to listen to. Cross kept watch on the storm that continued to rage on outside and switched the T.V. channel to the news to see when it might leave. The man sighed when he found it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He was thankful that his phone still had enough juice in it to last for another hour or two. He went back to messing with his phone to create a tiny playlist for Allen to listen to for the rest of the storm. He looked over at Allen who was sniffling and was blinking up at him tiredly.
“What are you looking at?” Cross asked as he leaned over to grab some tissues to clean up the child’s face once again. Allen whined in annoyance and threatened to start crying again.

“Oh my god come on. I’m letting you use my phone for crying out loud. I swear if you start throwing a fit I’m going to set you on that couch over there and let you cry yourself to sleep,” Cross threatened, only half meaning it as he finished cleaning Allen’s face.

Allen stopped his whining, resorting to pouting up at Cross.

“Well I’m sorry kid but when you cry your nose runs like a river. It’s disgusting.” The man responded as he pet back his hair, blinking in surprise at the content little sigh that left Allen’s lips. Okay, that was kind of cute, not to mention his hair was soft. Cross smirked at this new discovery, deciding he would use it to his advantage.

“What, you like how that feels brat?” Cross smirked, doing it again. Allen closed his eyes and leaned against his touch, the music and warmth seeping into his tiny body beginning to lull him back to sleep.

You are so lucky you are cute brat, Cross thought to himself as he continued, though if anyone asked it was to get him to fall asleep sooner. It totally wasn’t because he found Allen’s reactions to be cute or the fact that he felt strangely whole to have the small body next to his. He looked back up to look outside, seeing the storm rage on. As he watched Allen drift off to sleep, he made himself comfortable, his own fatigue washing over him. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to sit here for a bit longer…