based of irl worries, could you do a fic where toms kinda depressed cause his parents (neglectful to an extreame in this fic) forgot his birthday. and marco hears star casually mention its tom birthday, and knowing tom's secret that his parents suck, knows he'll be alone. so right as tom starts resigning himself to a terrible birthday, marco appears and celebrates with tom?
Oh my gosh of course I can! I really enjoyed writing this, because I dealt with that sort of stuff too. So don’t worry. You’re never alone! Sorry it gets a little pathetic, but this actually happened to me, and even though it was so long ago, it still hurts.
Keep your head up, I made it through, and so can you. And let me tell you something, after it’s over, it doesn’t go away all at once. Give yourself time! I spent so long feeling guilty for feeling bad, as soon as I escaped abuse from others I abused myself. And I don’t want you going down that hole. You are strong and perfect AND HAVE A RIGHT TO BE SAD OR ANGRY! No child should go through neglect. it hurts so bad, it still hurts so bad. But we are never alone, we have each other and it will be okay.
I’m rambling, ignore me. Enjoy the story!
“Good morning father!” Tom plastered a big fake grin on his face and stood up straight by the stairway. “I-I was just wondering if uhm… if today I could… have some of my friends over? Won’t you like to meet them?” Tom asked. His father ignored him and continued a report from the clarity about a diplomatic affair. Tom rocked on his heels and waited for a response. “Would you like to meet my friends?” Tom asked again.
“Tom, I’ve seen your rabbit.” Lucifer muttered. “I let you keep that mangy thing, at least keep it out of my sight.” He scowled.
“I meant my… real friends.” Tom spoke. “I mean, Marshmallow is my friend but… I meant ones I can talk to.” He added, a bit bashfully. He then got an excited look. “Or-or if you don’t want to for whatever reason that’s okay too! We can do something together!” Tom beamed. Lucifer rose out of his throne and thought for a moment.
“Yes, I believe today is a special occasion.” He remembered. Tom got a smile so bright and excited that fire sparked from his feet. But the his father continued speaking. “Later today I have to speak with the royal guard. It will be their first visit to the castle in over a year, I want everything to be in order.” He listed. Tom’s ears dropped, but he forced himself to perk up.
“What would you like me to do, father?” He asked, tilting his head. Lucifer shot him an angry look.
“Stay in your room and out of sight! I don’t want you messing up like last time!” He barked. Tom felt a crushing feeling in his chest and he looked down. When he didn’t move to go to his room at once, Lucifer grabbed him and shoved him aggressively. Tom began to run off to his room but Lucifer stopped him. “Tom, you know I do this for you, right?” He asked. “If you aren’t disciplined, you’ll never learn. And you’ll never improve. You’ll remain the worthless weakling you are now, forever. And that’s no son of mine.” He growled.
“Y-yes sir.” Tom choked out. He darted up the stairs and stopped by a large room. He cracked the door open and stepped inside. A older woman was sitting on the bed, looking ahead with a frozen look. Not moving a muscle. “Hi mom.” Tom perked up. The woman didn’t move.
“Did your father say you could come in here?” She asked monotone. Tom gulped a bit and shook his head.
“N-no but I wanted to see-”
“Go ask your father if you’re allowed in here.” She cut him off. Tom took a step forward.
“Do you… know what day it is?” Tom tried a smile. She didn’t respond. “Do you want to do something fun today?” Tom asked.
“Does your father want us to?” She asked, all the sudden getting a curious look.
“Well, no but-” Tom stopped when he saw she was gone again. Looking at nothing. “Mom?” He asked gently. No response. Tom looked away and left the room. “I love you, mom.” He spoke. But still no response. Tom walked down the large hallway and into his room. He sat on the floor and felt tears well up in his eyes. “Come on Tom, stop that!” Tom hissed at himself. He took some breaths to collect himself and then perked up when he got an idea.
Tom darted over to his dresser and took out a large candle, not a birthday candle, one you would put in a candlestick on a dinner table. Tom then snuck downstairs and snagged a cookie from the dining hall. He ran back upstairs and sat with the candle. He tried to put it in the cookie, but it just crumbled up in pieces. Tom grumbled and lit the candle, he dripped some wax onto the crumbled up cookie and tried to get the candle to stay upright. He finally succeeded and cleared his throat.
“Happy birthday to me,” Tom started really quite “happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear… Tom… Happy birthday to… just me.”
“Wait today is Tom’s birthday?” Marco sat up and Star nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked.
“Well I didn’t think you’d care. Besides, he never invites anybody over or stuff. He’s probably doing something with his parents.” Star guessed. Marco wanted to tell her everything but bit his lip when he remembered the promise he made Tom. Tom had come to Marco when night after his dad had beaten him. He made Marco promise not to utter a word, as long as Tom promised to come to Marco whenever he felt unsafe.
“Okay… I have to… I have to go to karate class. I’ll see you later Star.” Marco smiled and his friend waved goodbye. He felt bad about lying to her, but it wasn’t his place to tell. Marco ran out the door and jumped onto his bike. He went down to the surf mall went inside. He looked around and smiled when an idea for Tom’s gift formed in his head.
Marco flung himself through his portal and looked around. He bit his lip when he saw Tom hadn’t noticed he was there. The demon was just crying on the floor. Marco cleared his throat and Tom’s head shot up, he began blushing furiously and scurried away. “Marco! I-I… oh my gosh I’m so embarrassed.” Tom scrambled to his feet and Marco shook his head.
“No, don’t be embarrassed.” Marco assured. “I didn’t see anything.” He lied. “And come on! Lighten up! It’s your birthday!” Marco cheered. Tom tilted his head curiously and Marco thrust the prettily wrapped box out to him.
“W-what’s this?” Tom asked.
“It’s a birthday gift! For you!” Marco giggled. Tom looked totally lost, he reached out and took the box in his hands, and just stared. “Are you gonna open it?” Marco asked. Tom cleared his throat and pulled at the bow. He opened the box up and got a touched look. Inside was a box of his favorite cereal, a bowl with a silly straw attached and a card. Tom couldn’t help a big smile spread across his face, but when he reached out to take the card it moved. Tom pulled away and looked curious. Marco smiled smugly as Tom moved away the card. He gasped audibly when he saw underneath was a mouse.
“A mouse!” Tom exclaimed. Marco nodded happily.
“I also got the cage for you but I didn’t want to give away the surprise. He’s a smart little guy! I learned all about him today!” Marco exclaimed. Tom laughed happily as the rodent crawled along his shoulders and chewed on his shirt. “How do you like him?” Marco asked.
“I LOVE him!!!!” Tom laughed joyously. “A new friend! I’m gonna name him Raz!” Tom giggled. Marco smiled and watched the demon snuggle the mouse. “And the cereal and bowl! I love it! It’s the cereal we ate the night we hung out together! Marco it’s all great! This is the best birthday ever!” Tom jumped and cheered and giggled. “Today couldn’t get any better!” Tom cried. Marco shook his head.
“Well it’s gonna!” Marco spoke. Tom looked curious. “Tonight me, you, Star and Janna are gonna go out for dinner! It’s on us!” He giggled.
“Oh I can’t accept that. You already got me a new fuzzy friend.” Tom reminded.
“And now we want to get you nachos and soda!” Marco teased. Tom blushed furiously. “We want to celebrate with you! We want to give you a nice birthday. Meet us at the food shack at seven. Not a second late!” Marco poked Tom’s shoulder and the demon laughed.
“Can Raz come?” He asked, holding up the mouse.
“Well it wouldn’t be a birthday party without him, would it?” Marco asked. Tom shook his head and Marco patted the mouse’s head with his finger, and then patted Tom’s head. “Be there at seven!”