Unspoken Oneshots

Hurt Me

Hey guys! This ones a little angsty, but it gets cute and squishy eventually :3 Enjoy!  ^^

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"I wish you weren't my father!"

The words had been swirling around Brice's mind all day, since the very second his son had spat them out at him, storming out and slamming the door in his wake.

He had been dazed, almost in shock, a pit forming deep in his stomach, twisting as the seconds went by.

He frowned, looking to the door, and then blinked, still completely gobsmacked. Sure, he'd heard Lorcan say he hates him many times, he's a kid, it's what they do when they throw tantrums. But the way he had said it, with such venom in his eyes, it was all he had just to stop himself from shrinking in on himself.

He plodded out the door numbly, walking upstairs, past his sons room, which had loud music blasting from behind the no doubt locked door, and carried on, after lingering outside for a few seconds.

He sat down on his bed in his room, head in his hands, mind running a hundred miles per hour.

He hated him. His son actually hated him.

And that is how Seto found him, hours later, curled up on his bed, stony faced, eyes dull, hair limp and somehow not as bright. It was as if he had deflated entirely.

Seto gaped in concern, tentatively sitting down next to him, reaching out a hand and brushing his fingers against his cheek, cupping it gently, bringing the blondes head up to look at him, a small ghost of a smile on his face.

"Brice, baby, what's wrong?" he asked softly, rubbing his thumb over Brice's cheekbone. It had been a long time since Brice had a bad day like this, his depression sometimes getting the better of him, but Seto hadn't seen him this bad in years.

Brice glanced up blankly at Seto, before returning his gaze to the the pillow in front, hands fiddling with the cotton of the duvet beneath him.

"I-I, um... Lorcan and I got into an, a-argument earlier, and, um..." Brice swallowed, voice thick, jaw tight as he tried to remain calm about the situation.

Seto nodded, eyes encouraging Brice to continue, not pushing him too much. He knew that would just make him clam it all up again.

"He, uh, said he wished I w-wasn't his dad, and, I think he meant it." Brice mumbled, not looking at Seto, his brow furrowed, hurt and anxious.

Seto's eyes widened a little at this, his fingers momentarily pausing in their ministrations as he took in this knowledge. Lorcan really said that? To his dad?

"Baby..." Seto began, sighing a little, concern and understanding in his tone. Brice shook his head, looking back up at Seto once more, Seto's throat forming a lump at the glossy tears in his husbands eyes.

"N-no, Seto, he really meant it. I'm sure if it." he whispered, voice cracking slightly, licking his dry lips and gnawing on them, his hands in tight fists.

Seto bit his lip, stroking Brice's cheek again, thinking over what Brice had said. He knew exactly why this was affecting Brice so much, he had to sort this out before things got out of hand.

"I'll go talk to him. I promise he doesn't hate you Brice, ok?" Seto murmured, reassuring the now silent Brice, before standing up, sending his husband a small smile, before walking back out the room, closing the door and heading towards Lorcan's room.

He grit his teeth as he knocked on the door, using his magic to make sure he was heard over the thumping bass pounding through the wood of the door. Punk needs to learn to stop being a brat, he thought, crossing his arms and waiting for Lorcan to open up.