"Tom!" Tommy's mother came running out of the house towards them. "My god, what happened? You were supposed to be home an hour ago, had me worried- oh my goodness. Are you alright?" The woman, who had jumped on Tommy and caught him in a tight hug, looked over his shoulder and had spotted Ranboo.
"He got into a fight with Tyler." Tommy said quietly. She scowled.
"What did the bloke do this time?"
"He was making fun of Toby for being dyslexic." Her face of anger turned to pity and she looked behind them.
"Where's Toby?" She looked at Tommy, who shook his head.
"No questions. Ranboo got hit a few times, could you check him over, please?" She looked confused but nodded.
"Of course. Come on inside, let's get the two of you warmed up." She waved them both on, bumbling towards the house. Ranboo glanced over at Tommy, who nodded reassuringly and stepped beside him, walking with him towards the front door.
Twenty minutes later, Tommy's mother came into the bathroom with a bowl and a washcloth. She turned on the tap on the sink and turned to him, eyes soft and concerned. He was sitting on the toilet seat waiting patiently, staring into the mirror on the other side. His eyes had bags under them, and his lip- the side that was hit was purple and there was congealed blood all over it. His chin was just as stained.
"Okay- Tommy told me you were hit in more places than just your face. Can you take off your shirt? I just want to make sure you're okay." Ranboo felt his hands shaking a little and stared at her before looking down and doing as he was told. Suddenly, there was a hand on his knee- she had crouched in front of him.
"Would it make you feel better if Tom did that for you? I can clean up your lip and he can do the other things." Ranboo nodded, dropping his shirt tail. She smiled and reached for the washcloth, running it under the tap. "This might hurt a bit, but I need to see how busted that lip of yours is. Can I touch your face?"
He just nodded, not exactly finding it in him to speak. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be asleep in the loft bed- but here he was, at Tommy's house. It wasn't a bad place to be, but he still felt lost.
Tommy's mother took her time, gently holding the underside of his jaw with one cool hand and using the warm cloth to clean away his bloodied lip and chin. It hurt, but felt good to be rid of the pain once it was clean.
"Oh, dear. Tyler's a bigger boy, he got your mouth good. I'm guessing he punched you?" Ranboo nodded. "That's what I thought. It's those big rings he wears."
As she said it, it made sense. The reason his shoulder hurt so bad from being hit. It was a sharp pain. It was the bulky rings Ranboo had seen him messing with, sharp and ragged. It had probably cut him like it had his lip.
"Okay, that's about all I can do. I'll get Tom, okay?" She stood up and walked from the room, carefully closing the door behind her, leaving him alone again. It was a strange, nearly feverish feeling- he was in TommyInnit's bathroom. His mother was cleaning him up from a fight while Tommy did whatever in his room.
There was a muffled speaking from out in the hallway for several seconds, hushed enough to where he couldn't hear it. He kept his eyes on the ground until the door opened again and instead of heels he saw socked feet.
He looked up to see Tommy, having changed into a baby blue shirt, standing there, almost afraid. He smiled softly when they made eye contact and closed the door behind him, stepping closer.
"Well, she did a good job. Looks more like a lip now." He chuckled slightly. Ranboo couldn't help the small smile that played across his face, which Tommy noticed. "Good to see you looking like you again, not a boxer or something. Say, where did you learn to fight?" Tommy grabbed the washcloth from the counter and wrung it out over the sink.
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Sound of Music - BeeDuo
FanfictionA soft, fluffy, slowrunning type story. Yes, this goes past platonic, but it will never get sexual. I understand that they are minors. Ranboo and Tubbo get to finally have the BeeDuo meetup, but it doesn't exactly go the way they planned. To their...