Home is Where the Heart is

Allen, Sweetie, Please [Modern]

[the only people who die are those mentioned, other than that there's like no other deaths other than one that's planned. Here's some Karma / Walker hurt comfort. Don't question why I ship these two, they're adorable and I kidnapped Alma from true Canon because they did my boi so dirty. This is Modern Au, the interaction from the last chapter did happen in this timeline but I won't be writing it since its almost exactly the same. Just so it's known, Semi-Canon au is going to be an emotional disaster eventually. I turn 20 in 24 hours don't mind me]

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The house was silent when he got home, no it was more than silent, it was more like a void was surrounding the building. Closing the door behind him and hanging his coat on the rack by the door, he could only hear his own actions.

"Allen? Where are you?" Staying quiet in case he heard a response, he kicked off his shoes before walking down the hall towards their bedroom, peeking into each room as he passed. It crossed his mind that his partner could be visiting his uncle, but he waved the thought away at his mind reminding him that the elder man had left the country on business a few days ago and wouldn't be back for another week and a half. Entering the bedroom, he tried to be as quiet as possible in the case the other was asleep, only to find the bed empty. Sighing under his breath, he started to take off his work shirt and slacks before he heard the soft, near admissible sounds coming from the closet. Getting re-dressed, he took silent steps closer to the door, being careful as he opened the door in case something could fall.

"Allen?! Hey shhh what's wrong?" Climbing down to his knees, he moved closer to where the younger sat in the back corner of the closet. He couldn't see the eighteen year old's face with the white curtain of hair in the way, the long strands having come loose from their holder. He received no response from his younger partner, only able to hear the soft crying and sharp intakes of air. He didn't know what to do with himself despite having done something similar two weeks before for his best friend. So he just moved to sit beside his crying boyfriend, being careful as he grabbed the scarred up left hand in his right, lifting it up to his lips to press a kiss to the rough skin.

Feeling a head land against his shoulder, he jumped a little in shock before relaxing again, moving to lace his left hand with Allen's, right hand tracing soothing lines up and down the eighteen year old's back. He stayed quiet all the while, waiting for the other to calm down and be ready to speak. Hearing the breathing relax a little bit from beside him, he watched as Allen tried to brush his bangs out of his face with his right hand, moving his own hand to pull the snowy locks behind his ear. Watching as silver eyes rimmed with red from tears look up at him, he gave a smile before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Watching a soft nod, he held his arms out to pull the shorter into a hug, trying not to physically flinch at the other's weight shifting on his leg as Allen climbed on top of him, the action being hindered by both the size of the closet as well as the younger being eight months along with their first child. "Now, what's got you crying on the floor of the closet."

"Hormones." Hearing the short answer, he waited a moment in the case the word was expanded on, pulling the tie from Allen's hair after a moment to pull the lace-like strands out of his face.

"Hormones as in mood swings or hormones as in your body is doing another weird but normal thing." Hearing the light sniffle as he released the elastic band, both his arms wrapping around the figure on top of him.

"Mood swings." Letting his breath out through his nose, he heard as Allen took a breath in. He was about to ask for more than just the few word answers he was getting so he could understand when he saw Allen open his mouth. "How could anyone love me, especially you? I'm fat, I'm ugly, I have this nasty looking scar covering my whole arm and scars on my face. I look like an attempt at being a rebel or a punk but I even messed that up. I'm a screw up on all points, and my only redeeming quality would probably be being raised as a clown for about half of my life. And that's not even moving to the point that I'm pregnant! I've had horrid luck with parents, two of them abandoned me the moment I was born and the third died in an accident all before I was twelve, so how am I supposed to go on to being a parent when I've had almost no experience with them? I'll mess up somehow and the baby will hate me, whether they even acknowledge me after they're born is another thing." Hearing the quick words, he had to try his best to keep up with the multiple topics at once, trying to keep them straight enough to respond to each as best as he could. Waiting a few moments as Allen tried to catch his breath again, he used one hand to cup against his boyfriend's cheek, making the younger face him.