I have grown a fondness for Tom's parents and family since they were introduced, and in response i'm gonna be making a few fics and stories that involve them and taking care of Tom.

(May or may not have some tomstar and tomco in them)

So this will be a complication of One-shots of them and Tom and i can't wait to write more for them.

This is the first one, dealing with Tom's first break-up with Star, or the one they had that led him to getting anger management, enjoy!

"Tom?"

Dave knocked on the door of his son's room carefully, he could hear Tom's sobs from the other side, even with the boy's bed being as far from the door as possible in a dungeon type room. Tom was not exactly know to be very quite when he had his outbursts, this was no exception.

Tom hadn't even left his room today, his dinner was brought to him, and he refused to attend any of his princely meetings that morning. Dave had every reason to be concerned, why was he the one who always had to reasonably talk to Tom? Probably because Wrathmeloir would have an awfully hard time entering Tom's bedroom, not to mention between the both of them, Dave seemed to have an easier time communicating with the demon prince.

Today he had been sure Tom was just occupied hanging out with friends, or spending time with his girlfriend, and just lost track of time, leading to his absence all day. But Tom never missed dinner, and his absence was the last straw that something was wrong, and there was no way it was just a mistake on his part.

He was intentionally missing out on everything, and by the sounds of it, because of something personal too.

He knocked again, more worried by the sounds of Tom's crying, "Thomas? It's your father? Can I come in?".

There was no response, just more screaming and crying from the demon boy, Dave carefully opened the door wide to enter, only the jump out of the way of a huge fire blast that excited from it. Honestly he should be more shocked, but he's gotten used to this kind of danger by this point.

The fire finished it's run and the steps down to the prince's room were cleared, Dave fixed himself up and made his way carefully down into Tom's bedroom. It was a mess, well it at least more of a mess then it was before, and it didn't take long to find the source of the mess.

Tom was curled up into a ball on his ruined bed sheet, wearing noting but his underwear, and he was surrounded by photographs. He looked like a mess, his hair was messy, his make-up was ruined, and he smelled as if he hadn't bathed in awhile. Tom, who spent a good portion every day trying to look fresh and nice, looked as if his world had collapsed.

He clutched some pictures to his chest and kept weeping, ignoring his father's presence, hugging himself to make the pain go away. His eyes were puffy too, and tears were still running down the demon's face, he looked awful. Dave moved closer to his son, concern all over his face, and reached out to him.

"Tom? Hey...what happened?"

"Go away...", Tom grumbled, fire rising around him carefully.

"Tom..."

"I SAID GO AWAY!", He shot up, eyes glowing red and the fire got worse, making Dave jump back a bit. But Tom's eyes faded back instantly and and he feel back onto the bed and cried, Dave just stood there, not wanting to run up to him when he was clearly in no mood to be held.

"He's been crying all day your majesty...", the goat skull above Tom's bed spoke, startling Dave for a second, "Even since he got home last night...". Like a flash Tom, shot fire and aimed it at the skull, barely missing him before curling back up on the bed.

Tom's movement had knocked one of the pictures off of his bed, and Dave instead went down to pick it up.

He remembered this pic, this was when Tom first invited Star to dinner with them, Star was hilariously posing with Tom and giving him a noogie. This was one of Tom's favorite pictures, he stood up, just in time for Tom to snatch it out of his hand and hold it close to him with the others.

The other pictures, of him and Star.

"Tom?", Dave looked at him sadly, "You're a mess, I haven't seen you all day...and...did something happen...with Star?". He carefully took a seat on the bed next to Tom, who was still sobbing and staring at the pictures of Star and him, at least he wasn't trying to kick his father out or set anything aflame.

"Thomas...I'm worried...what happened-"

"Star broke up with me? OK!?", Tom replied bitterly, causing a nearby pillow to be set aflame. He hugged his legs close to his chest and cried into them, "S-she broke up with me last night...w-we...were out and I got angry and s-she said she couldn't take it anymore and...".

He punched the sheet next to him and another shot of fire showed up.

Which only made him even more upset , "s-she hates me and i-i'm gonna be alone for the rest of my life...". His cried were muffled as he pressed his faces into his hands and the waterworks came back, only making the king want to reach out to him.

Dave had many bad experiences reaching out to Tom ever since he was a baby, because Tom couldn't control himself and as a baby it was so easy for Tom to not know that "Fire hurts daddy". But that never seems to stop Dave, no matter how many accidental marks Tom left on him.

Tom flinched as a hand was pressed to his bare backside, but he didn't push his father away from him, he just continued to cry a bit.

The king waited until Tom calmed down a bit, carefully rubbing his backside and being careful not to make him uncomfortable. Tom's crying ceased a little bit, and To Dave's surprise Tom leaned onto his shoulder, still holding on to Star's pictures, and closed his eyes.

"Dad...she...she hates me...I-I'm just...".

He sniffled, the fire around him also had seemed to cease, he buried his nose in his father's fancy shirt and relaxed as he felt his dad wrap an arm around him. "Tom...I'm sorry that you and Star...but it's going to be ok..you'll meet other nice people..".

"Not like Star...and it's all my stupid fault too...i-I'm a mistake..."

"Thomas...you're not a mistake..."

"Then why'd she break up with me? I screwed up...I-I...I ruin everything I touch..", he whined into the soft fabric, he just wanted to curl up and die, no one would miss him anyway right? It's not like he had any real friends right?

"Tom, you're not a mistake, you're worth much more then that...", Tom shook his head, "I got angry dad, and s-she couldn't handle it anymore...I shouldn't have gotten angry, i should have never-". Dave shushed him, when Tom was little he used to always shush him, and hold him close, rubbing his head, and sing to him till he calmed down from his tantrums.

Years later that still seemed to work to an extent, Dave carefully stroked Tom's hair and Tom sniffled, but stopped crying. He grumbled a little bit in protest, but didn't stop his father, "I'm not a baby anymore dad...i'm 14 years old...".

Dave smiled softly, "Yeah, I can tell...".

"I-I thought you'd be angrier about this...", Tom mumbled into his shirt, the king actually looked rather surprised and stopped petting him for a it. "Why?", Tom sighed, "I dunno...i just thought you'd be disappointed in me or upset maybe at Star or...I dunno...".

He sighed and resumed petting the demon, "Tom, I'm not upset with you, I don't even know what exactly happened...right now, all I care about is what this has done to you...". Tom's breathing slowed down, he was calming down more, "Don't let Star get to you Tom...she's missing out...".

Tom was silent as his father continued to comfort him, then he made some small sniffling noises and hugged his arms. "So what do you think I should do...?", Dave grumbled, "I personally think you should take a bath, put some clean clothes on, and get this room cleaned up-".

"Dad, I was talking about Star..", Tom whined, sparks flying from his hands, "What do I do about Star?".

Dave continued to pet him, "I don't know Tom...but you can't stay in your room for the rest of your life being hurt about her...it's just gonna make you feel worse...the best you can do for now is try and mov-". Suddenly in a flash,Tom shot up from his father and grumbled at him, "I don't WANT to get over Star! I just...want her back...".

"I know you do...", Dave almost shouted before cooling himself down, "But this is just making you miserable...your life is more then just Star you know? You're still a prince, and a kid, and...my son...we missed you during dinner...a lot..."

Tom didn't say anything.

"You can't march into the butterfly kingdom and expect her to come back Tom, even I can't do that...as funny as it would be to try. If Star doesn't want to be in a relationship with you anymore, then there's nothing else to do but move on with life...", Tom huffed, and Dave dragged him up by his arm, "C'mon, you need a bath...you might feel a bit better after cleaning up..".

Tom didn't protest as he was dragged into his own bathroom and into the tub, still wearing his underwear and refusing to take them off like a child, he seemed too lost in thought to really care that his father was forced to bathe him like he was 5 years old again. Suds dripped from his pink hair and the smell of lavender wafted the room, the king tried to dry Tom off much to Tom's protest, and even it was clear he was also upset with Tom's stubbornness.

"There, all clean...don't you feel a bit better?", the king put the towels into the laundry shoot, and grabbed some clean clothes from a servant who finally brought them in before leaving.

Tom shot him a dirty look, "No, I'd rather weep in my sadness then have you do that again...".

The king sighed, laying his clothes out for him to change, sometimes he missed his smiley little boy, Tom was growing up too fast. Tom stared at the clothes laid out for him,but didn't move, didn't go over to pick them up, he just stood in place, glaring at his father, trying to be angry at him when part of him knew he hadn't done anything wrong.

Dave lost eye contact with Tom, and stared at the wall next to him, finally giving up on him tonight. He couldn't force Tom to be happy after all, and when Tom was deadest on something, he didn't give up easily.

"You know Tom, you can be sad...it's ok to be sad and angry about this, it's ok to cry about it and be comforted about it, but if you really want to make things work with Star again...staying in your room all day, wearing nothing but your underwear, will get you nowhere." Tom wasn't facing his father, but he could tell he was right," I'm not asking you to stop feeling bad, but I at least want you to try and not give up on your life because of this...you need to move on...she's not the only one who cares about you...".

Tom said nothing, just standing there and refusing to look his father in the eyes.

Dave sighed, "I'll come check on you later...I suppose..".

He walked out of Tom's bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Tom alone in the bathroom.

Tom looked around him, and took note of one pic of Star he kept on his bathroom mirror. He picked it up and sighed, what had he become in such a short amount of time? He looked pathetic, his own father had to drag him into a bathtub, no wonder Star broke up with him.

He bit his lip, and took a deep breath before looking towards the fresh clothes laid out for him.

-
Dave was about halfway up the stairs when he heard someone behind him, only to find a floating demon racing past him and out the door. "Hey dad...", Tom was clean, in new clothes, and no pictures of his new ex were in sight. Tom didn't exactly look happy, per say, no he still looked sick to his stomach and looked like he'd cry, but at least he was trying.

He was clean, and ready to go be a prince.

Dave smiled, "C'mon, you still look hungry, I think you need some dessert...", he motioned for Tom to follow him as he went up ahead and Tom carefully floated behind him. But while he wasn't looking, Tom reached into his pocket and allowed himself to slightly see the picture of Star that was in there.

His dad was right.

He wasn't going to cry anymore in his room, that would get him nowhere in getting Star back.

No, crying wouldn't make Star take him back or remove the cursed anger issues that ruined his relationship.

Action would.