Newtmas oneshots

Time stopper

Thomas pov.

I was walking through my village with my sister Teresa when we started to hear some commotion. People shouting and cries filled the air.
"What's going on?" Teresa looked at me
"Let's go see." I stated
We went to the source of the sounds and when we got there we saw a teenage boy with dirty blonde hair, wearing a light blue cut up shirt and brown dirt covered pants had his hands bound behind him while they were tied to a wooden pole. Multiple towns folks had crowded around this area now. People had obtained rocks and now took turns throwing them at the boy.
"Come on we have to stop them," I demanded
"Yeah. Wait!" Teresa called out
"What?" The townspeople stopped
"Why are you doing this?"
"He's a disgrace! He enjoys sexual relations with the same gender of his!"
"A disgrace!" A woman screeched
"Not gods son!" A elderly man exclaimed
"Calm down there's nothing wrong with anything he does now just let him go," I said
"Blood crosser!" They shouted
"Stop you're all being insane about this," Teresa snapped
"Fine you take him," they all hurled their final rocks at them.
He cried out and they walked away.
"Teresa help me," I demanded
"Okay." She came over by me
Teresa helped me untie the ropes that bound his hand to the pole and he fell into my arms half conscious.
"Hey it's all right, I got you, let's get him to our hut," I said
"Alright I'll start cooking when we get there," Teresa shrugged

We moved through the village a little bit to our hut. I carried him inside and laid him on a makeshift bed stuffed with hay and covered with knitted blankets that our mother made when she was still with us.

Years ago our mother was taken from us due to a thing came through and took few people but included our mom, when I was 15 and Teresa was 14; now I'm 17 and Teresa's 16.

I lifted up the boy's shirt and examined the bleeding cuts and the many bruises that formed and started to form on him.
"Teresa, get me a bucket of water and a cloth." I said
"Alright," she replied and left the hut to go to the village water well.
I brushed to boy's hair out of his face and looked down at his pale skin.
"Here." She set the bucket down next on the cot
"Thank you," I dunked the cloth into the water and started to wash away the dry and fresh blood.
"I'm gonna go out with Milly if that's okay," she muttered
"Yeah yeah, I'll be here." I barely listen to her and focused on the boy.
"Okay," she nodded and left the hut.

I dabbed and wiped with the cloths, soaking it and ringing it out.
"Hmmmhmmhmhmm.....Darling you'll be okay, the sun'll come out tomorrow, please open the door, the stars shine forever more," I softly sang to him as I cleaned him up, mom used to sing this song to us when we were sad or couldn't sleep,"I don't know where I'll be but if you come out, please come find me, you'll be okay."
I smiled and whispered,"I promise you that,"
"Who are you?"
I looked at the boy his eyes now open for the most part,"I'm Thomas Johnson, who are you,"
"Newt, Newt Peters." He shook my hand with a weak hold but soft sweetness,"why am I here,"
"I've been cleaning your injuries," I stated
"Why are you being so nice to me? The whole village hates me." He asked in a soft voice
"Well I don't care what they think, why did they do that to you anyways? Is what they say true?" I questioned him dabbing his cuts
"Yes. I like boys and not girls...man shall not sleep with another man or whatever the hell they believe," he crossed his arms
"Well how'd they find out?" I asked ringing the cloth out again
"My supposedly friend . I told her I trusted her, and she's a blabber mouth apparently," he rolled his eyes
"Hm clearly," I unfolded his arms
"What were you singing?" He asked
"Uh our mother used to sing it to us," I smiled
"It's a lovely song," he smiled back
"Yes, she never finished it, we never got to hear the end, she....died before she ever finished," I shrugged
"Maybe you could finish it for her and sing it to your sister,"
"Yeah...so your cuts may become infected I would like to keep an eye on them, so if you wouldn't mind staying here," I stated putting the cloth on the bucket
"No uh that's fine I guess I don't mind." He shrugged
"Alright we only have two cots and that one my sisters so-"
"Tom you can share the bed with him." Teresa walked in with basket in hand
"Teresa?" I turned around
"Hello Tom." She waved sweetly
"This is Newt Peters. Newt this is my sister Teresa." I introduce
"Hi," Newt waved shyly
"Hello," Teresa smiled
"Lights out! Night falls! Let there be fear of what lurks in the woods at night!" People shouted outside
"Oh they over exaggerate. Witches are really not to fear.....even if they existed." Teresa laughed
"Teresa shut up." I scolded
"Sorry, oh but Milly and I collected the...stuff you needed." She smirked
"I don't like Milly, her mouth is to large she never keeps a secret." I growled looking at Newts largest cut on his side
"Tom you slept with her once, she isn't going to tell anyone that we're-"
"Shut the hell up!" I shouted
"Sorry," she looked down
"Teresa get ready for bed," I demanded
"Alright," she went into the back room to take her dress off. She crawled into her cot wearing a large white undershirt and her hair in a braid. She feel asleep quickly.
"Sorry about her," I muttered
"It's fine, what was she talking about?" He asked
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." I stated
"Haha," he rolled his eyes and smiled sweetly at me. I melted inside
"I'm serious," I really was
"Oh. So what can I know about thee Thomas Johnson?" He questioned putting his hand on top of mind.
"Not much. I was born in September, I'm 17 years old, I have collections of herbs and...other things," I shrugged
He smiled, "I was born in December, I'm 17 as well, I walk with a limp because in a different village I was thrown out of they also threw rocks at me a they broken my leg and it didn't heal quite right, I'm gay you already know that, and I am an orphan,"
I smiled,"I have one more thing."
"What?" He asked
I looked at him "....I'm gay too,"
He looked at me then quickly looked away blushing madly. He turned around and looked at me once more. I caressed his cheek, he smiled.
I took off my over shirt and only wore my under shirt and brown pants. I grabbed the cloth and dunked it in the bucket of water. I lightly pushed him back and unbuttoned his shirt cleaning his injuries again.