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The Ursa Major

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Request: How about a insomniac reader who hasn't slept in days or even weeks and so they journal alot but Viktor helps them sleep for once. - @/RorTheShackY (on wattpad)

A/N: I don't really suffer with insomnia so i hope i did it’s justice, sorry if its bad <3 I also have no idea if you can see stars in the undercity (if they can just ignore that and roll with it) ALSO 1.11k reads on wattpad like???? Thank u guys so much <33

Relationships mentioned: Viktor/Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Characters mentioned: Viktor, Jayce

Warnings: Insomnia, not really any warnings it’s just really fluffy :)

Word count: 0.7k

The moon rose along the horizon of Piltover once again, you had watched the moon and the stars rise and fall for over a week. It was another late night for Viktor, he was so immersed in hex-tech that he would (most of the time) get carried away and stay later than expected. As he entered your two shared apartment he noticed the dimmed light from your office was still on, as it was most nights. Walking towards your office he passed the clock on the wall, it read 3:45am, causing the slim man to sigh, he stayed at the lab way longer than normal. Viktor pushed open the door of the office to see you slumped over your desk. You wouldn’t admit to Viktor how long you had been awake, hell you had lost count at this point. You could see the deep eye bags becoming deeper by the minute- You could tell he was worried, but you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t sleep. Viktor can’t say he’s never pulled a few too many all-nighters in a row to the point where Jayce had to change the locks on his lab so he couldn’t get in, and be forced to sleep. But you wouldn’t crash, he couldn’t watch you sit at that desk barely eating, barely moving, not sleeping and writing. You were destroying yourself. “Darling?” he spoke softly trying not to startle you, in your clearly exhausted state. “Viktor? How long have you been home?” you said closing your journal and turning in your chair to face him. “I just got in, did you get any sleep today?” the man asked hopeful that maybe you had at least a half an hour nap. Nervously chuckling, you spoke “Do you want the truth or what I wish happened?”. Viktor sighed, he sat on a spare chair in the office and placing his cane next to him before speaking again “[Name], you promised you would at least try”. “I did try Vik, I did, I… I just can’t.”. “Is it anything in particular?”. “It’s hard to explain…It’s everything and nothing at the same time”. Slightly understanding what you meant, Viktor arose from the chair, grabbing his cane in tandem- he walked towards the door. Before he opened the door, the sickly man turned to “You coming?”. “Huh-” You got up from the chair that had been practically attached to you for the past week or more.

Following Viktor into your shared bedroom, you sat on the bed as he changed into his night clothes. Soon after he joined you on the bed, he leaned back against the head-board and opened his arms as an invitation. Without missing a beat you practically jumped into his arms, nuzzling your head into his slim chest, you could hear the faint thumping of his heart in his chest. “How’s that?” he asked, looking down at your figure. “Comfy” you replied, words muffled by his chest. Viktor chuckled dryly, he was exhausted and so were you, a moment of silence passed before he spoke again,”You know what helps me sleep?” you hummed “Thinking about the stars.”. “The stars?” “Eh, astrology is a little side hobby of mine, you could never see the stars properly in the undercity. Fun fact, the constellation Orion, its brightest stars are Betelgeuse and Rigel.”. You looked up at your boyfriend to see his gaze was out the window facing the stars, you could never understand the struggles he went through to get to Piltover, but no matter what happened he also had his work and the stars. “Really? You got a favourite constellation? Since you know all about them.” “Hmm, it would have to be the Ursa Major.” “Ursa what now?” “Ursa Major, it’s latin for Larger bear, it sits in the northern hemisphere.”. The patter of his heart beat along with his words had finally given you peace of mind, as your eyes were drooping you asked Viktor to tell you more about the constellations. You drifted slowly off to sleep in his arms as he spoke about the stars

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Neon lights and glitter dust

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Request: Can you write a hurt/comfort Ekko x reader, where Ekko and Reader were both best friends with Jinx/Powder and talk about their trauma, please - @/MayaGlitchAndFreinds (on wattpad)

A/N: sorry this took so long, I took a break over christmas and new year :) happy ‘22 everyone. ALso this will contain spoilers for episode 7. Sorry if its bad

Relationships mentioned: Ekko/Gn! Reader (kind of platonic??), Jinx/Gn! Reader (Not specified), Powder/Gn! Reader (platonic), Ekko/Jinx (enemies), Ekko/Powder (platonic)

Characters mentioned: Ekko, Jinx/Powder, Benzo

Warnings: foul language, bombs, attempted suicide????, attempted murder

Word count: 0.8k

You sat at the edge of one of the buildings near the main pipeline that led you to the firelight’s base, the hum of the neon lights was almost deafening. The lights weren't always this loud, they weren't to anyone else, it most likely had to do with the faraway look in your eyes.

Ekko had been looking for you for almost an hour, after you stormed out of base, god knows why. “[name]?”. You didn’t reply, too caught up in your own mind to hear him or to realise he sat down next to you. “Oi” he called, poking your cheek, making you jump in the process. “When did you get there?” you spoke softly. “I teleported. Obviously”. ''Haha very funny” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. A moment of silence was shared between you, as you both watched as the world below moved. Ekko turned to you, watching the way the lights reflected off your frame before speaking up, “Why’d you storm off?”. “It was nothing…”. “Doesn't seem like nothing.” he muttered as you turned your head to face him. “Your not going to let this go are you?”. “Not a chance.”. “Do you want to know that badly?” You spoofed, as Ekko shot you a look, which was his way of saying ‘get on with it’. “I heard someone say that they wished we could just hurry up and kill jinx.” you sighed, looking back down to the street below, before carrying on “I mean I get they don’t have the same attachments to her as we do, but it still hurts y’know?”. “Yeah” he breathed. “I don’t want to hurt her, I mean- damn she blew me up, to try to kill me and herself over some hextech.”. “Gods how I wish I could go back to how it was”. “Count me in that wish.”. You started giggling to yourself, “What’s so funny??” Ekko asked, completely confused. “Remember when we all tried to make one of Pow’s glitter bombs work and we spilt glitter all over the floor” you laughed turning to face him again as Ekko began laughing along with you, it had been so long since the two of you could just exist, even longer since you could just be kids again. “Benzo completely regretted hiring me at that very moment.” he spoke still continuing to laugh with you. “Oh yeah, 100%”.

Benzo’s shop was doused in hues of pink and blue from the lights shining into the windows, the three of you sat in the centre of the floor surrounded by wrenches, screws, wires and pots of glitter. “You’re putting it in upside down!” Powder called reaching for the gear you were about to put in the bomb. “How- wh- How in the hell can a gear be upside down!?” You shouted back, sending the three of you into a massive laughing fit.

“Look what if we put this gear here… and the glitter compartment here” Ekko spoke with a tiny screwdriver in hand, You and powder leaning over his shoulders to see what he was doing. “Can you two not breathe on me?! I’m tryin’ to concentrate!” He joked, causing Powder to step back, kicking over a large pot of pink glitter. “Shit!” she cursed, turning around to see the damage. “What did- Oh no.”. “What did you do?” Ekko asked not turning around in his chair, still concentrated on the bomb in his hands. “Uhhh, don’t turn around” you quickly blurted as you and Pow started trying to pick up as much glitter as you could with your hands. He placed the bomb onto the desk and without thinking, pushed the chair out with his legs knocking over more glitter. “Shit!” the three of you called in unison. The three of you spent the next hour trying to clean up the glitter, which included 4 glitter fights. By the time Benzo came back he was faced with three children and a shop covered in glitter. You lot were no longer allowed to be together and alone in the shop unattended.

You missed powder, So did Ekko. If only you could go back to before the explosion.

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To build a home

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Prompt: Listening to old songs and letting them carry you to an another time

A/N; I just rewatched Arcane for the 12th time and made myself sad by watching episode 9 again. So Silco fluff :) There are no major spoilers I think?? Sorry if there are any.

Relationships: Silco x Gn!reader(established relationship), Sevika x Gn!reader (platonic)

Characters mentioned: Silco, Sevika, Jinx

Song: To build a home by The cinematic orchestra, Patrick Watson

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Mentions of drugs, Mentions of alcohol

Word count: 0.8k

Walking into The Last Drop, the smell of shimmer hit your nose with extreme force. It was close to closing so the only people left were a few passed out drunks, shimmer addicts high as kites and of course Sevika. Walking toward the stairs, past Sevika’s booth, shooting a smile toward her as you walked, making your way to Silco’s office. Reaching the top of the stairs you see Jinx swing open the office door and skip down the hallway, “Hiya [name]!” she shouts happily as she skips past you making her way down stairs. Letting out a breathy chuckle at the young girl's antics, you reached the office door at the end of the hallway. Entering the office you are faced with Silco, eyes closed, hair dishevelled, holding a glass of bourbon to his head in an attempt to relieve a migraine most likely caused by Jinx or something work related. Closing the door behind you, which caused Silco to be aware of your presence. Placing the glass down he spoke “Hello love.” he looked exhausted.

There is a house built out of stone, wooden floors, walls and window sills.

Smiling as you walked over to the otherside of the large wooden desk, as you came towards him he leant back into his chair and patted his thigh, as if to say ‘take a seat’. As you took a seat on Silcos lap, legs over the otherside of the armrest, the music playing from downstairs muffled by distance. Your hands reached to the man's hair and began to play with the ends of it, “stressful day?” you spoke calmly, turling his grey turning hair around your finger. “Something of the sort, nothing you need to worry yourself with.” Silco tiredly replied, leaning against your touch. Your head leaned against the chair, the music from downstairs began to fill your ears, reminding you of simpler times. Times before Silco led Zaun, before the lanes knew the stench of shimmer.

Tables and chairs, worn by all the dust. This is a place where I don't feel alone.

Your face buried in his chest, his hand brushing the small of your back, music humming away in the background. The bright colours of the LED signs that covered The Undercity shining through the window. Black cotton sheets, draped over your bodies.

This is a place I feel at home.

You plunged your face further into his chest to hear the pounding of his heart, to hear his breathing. You knew you had fallen, but the realisation that you fell as hard as you had washed over your being.

And I built a home for you, for me. Until it disappeared from me, from you.

Knowing you desperately need him, to place his hand in yours, to rub his thumb against your own. The small apartment you shared was home, where the two of you could just exist in your own little paradise, apart from the rest of the world.

And now it’s time to leave and turn to dust. Out in the garden where we planted the seeds.

The want to have him place his fingertips in the roots of your hair. To keep you in his arms, keep you safe. Even in the rundown shabby apartment you shared, felt safe with him, but only him, because without him, what would home be?

There is a tree as old as me, branches were sewn by the colour of green.

Silco stared up at you, studying your features. From the way the colours of the LED signs outside hit your face to the far away look in your eyes. “You okay there love?” Silco began pulling you away from memory lane. “Mhm, oh yeah i’m fine don't worry '' You smiled looking down toward his quizzical look. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Ground had arose and passed it’s knees, by the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top.

“Just thinking.” You divulged. “About?” Silco breathed still confused, maybe more so. “Before everything, back when we had that little apartment that was practically disintegrating.” you breathed looking further into his gaze. He hummed in response as you moved your head down to his shoulder.

I climbed the tree to see the world, when the gusts came around to blow me down.

“It’s crazy to think how far we’ve come.” You spoke warmly, drawing shapes over his chest. “We have come far, we got the life we wanted, mostly.” he said, words muffled by your temple. The sound of music from downstairs slowly started muting out, as you drifted into a dreamless sleep on Silco’s lap.

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Arcane masterlist 🦾💙🚬

One shots:

To build a home- (Silco x Gn!reader)

Neon lights and glitter dust- (Ekko x Gn!reader)

The Ursa Major- (Viktor x Gn!reader)

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The freedom of loving - (Ray x OC)[currently on hiatus]

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The Freedom of Loving

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TPN Fanfic (I don’t own the promised neverland)

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending…

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

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Bad apple

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“Thank you for the food!” all the children rejoiced, releasing their hands and beginning to eat their Breakfast. Norman stared at Echo, she did the same - not a word was spoken between the two just knowing stares, Norman ate with a feeling of dread residing within himself, thinking of all the possibilities that could arise. Echo, she wasn’t hungry; rather guilt was eating her up inside, after possibly compromising her sibling’s livelihood. The only thing keeping a smile on her face is the fact that mama would never send Ray early, she cares for son too much. Norman on the other hand doesn't know of Isabella's relationship with the raven haired boy, so all he could think is how Echo is betraying them all.

“How did the ropes go?” Emma asked, “Was there any progress?”.

“Actually…” Norman began before being cut off by Ray.

“Oh right, it’s me. I’m Mama’s informant.” He spoke nonchalantly.

Emma stood silent, not a single emotion on her face, it’s like somebody pressed paused her universe. “It was you?” she went silent once again, it was unclear how she was taking the fact that one of her best friends is a traitor. “Sorry for that reaction, but I don't understand.”

“Yes! Let me explain!” Ray spoke.

While he explained to Emma about his involvement with Mama, Norman and Echo stared at one another not uttering a word, just knowing stares. Norman wanted to say something but he was still not completely sure that she had said anything in the first place, in the back of his mind he knew there was a chance that she did but he had no concrete proof as of yet. “So you're the traitor, but not the enemy. You are acting as Mama’s subordinate all this time for our sake?” Emma asked, understanding the situation better.

“Yeah, The truth is I was going to tell you everything, as soon as you got back from the gate. But you left little bunny behind, saying you wanted to escape with everyone and other unexpected things happened. Mama found out, so I had to manage the situation. plus you guys were being rash out, and about to get reckless. that's why I figured I should keep quiet and get both under control.” Ray communicated.

“So you're saying that you were covering up for our mistakes” Emma guessed, “ and you're still against escaping with everyone, right?”.

“It's different now, I'll help you escape with everyone.”

“That's not like you,” Echo added, speaking for the first time since breakfast.

“Do you think he's lying?” Norman questioned.

“I'm happy” Emma said, gaining the attention of the group, “Ray Is now going to help everyone escape. and we also have information to trick Mama from the inside. it's awesome!”

“Or do we?” Norman spoke under his breath, only loud enough so Echo could hear.

“What are you on about? Did you hit your head this morning or something?” She spoke anger and frustration, lacing her words. Echo’s words being barely audible, only audible enough so Norman could hear. Just as Norman was about to speak again Emma spoke up once more.

“You know about everything for a long time, huh? it must have been painful. knowing and sending them off without saying anything. so many of them-” She was cut off by Echo placing a hand on her shoulder and trying to console her “Hey-”. Echo was also cut off but by Emma, “Were the experiments for the tracking devices done on someone's ear? what happened to that child... or rather, children? You didn't cause them to be shipped out early, did you? you didn't sacrifice someone for our sake, did you?” she paused thinking for a moment “Actually, never mind. Thank you.Thanks to that, we can all escape together now. But... Don't do something like that ever again. You're not alone anymore. you're not alone anymore, so…”

“I swear. I'll never do it again.” Ray said with a hand on his heart.

As the group walked towards Don and Gilda, Norman grabbed Echo’s wrist and held her back as Ray and Emma walked ahead.”You knew, didn't you”

“Know what? You know ever since this morning you've been acting weird, so what have I done? because I'd really like to know Norman.”

“Echo, I know you were spying on me and Ray Last night, when we were checking the ropes. So why not come clean, because you clearly told Mama something important last night because I know you wouldn't have been so secretive by whispering in her ear!”

‘I’m sorry Norman, I can’t tell you. Not yet’ Echo thought to herself before continuing.

“I don't know what the hell you are talking about, I was whispering to her because I was passing on a secret Phil had told me to tell her. I get that you're stressed because Jesus Christ I am too. Finding out that you are living in hell on Earth, who even knows this might not even be Earth and we could actually be in hell. But you don't need to make me the bad guy for talking to Mama and keeping up an act so no one is suspicious!” With that Echo ran to catch up to Emma and Ray, leaving Norman feeling even worse.

I feel a warmth around me,

like your presence is so near.

And I close my eyes to visualize

your face when you were here.

I endure the times we spent together,

and they are locked inside my heart.

As long as I have those memories,

we will never be apart.

Even though we cannot speak anymore,

my voice is always there,

because every night before I sleep,

I have you in my prayer.

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The Freedom of loving

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Ray x OC

TPN Fanfic (I don’t own the promised neverland)

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending…

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

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He knows, oh god he knows

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She was tired. Both physically and mentally drained. Her world was a cycle of, lifeless days filled with fake smiles and fake encouragement. Sleepless nights, that were filled with overwhelming thoughts of how, why? She couldn’t save her siblings, why? She couldn’t be stronger, why? Has she trying for so long to stop the inevitable. The neverending tears that fell from her face, the pain in her heart. Lately, her eyes had become darker - as the smiles of her younger siblings’ smiles grew brighter, she fell deeper into the hole of wanting and not having. Her mind over the past seven years had become an influx of hate, while the mirror became her enemy, she hated what looked back at her, her bed became her shield. She was so very tired and was ready for the day to come where she didn’t have to wake up to this nightmare she was living.

Echo laied, crying in her sleep, it was becoming more obvious to the ones watching out for her that she was getting tired, giving up. Which was understandable, from Ray’s perspective at least- he had wanted to give up and just welcome death with open arms for a very long time. The raven-haired boy was no longer living for himself, he was living for his siblings and most importantly her. Ray had always been one to watch from afar, not wanting to infect the ones he held dearest to his heart- with his darkness. But it was getting harder for him to just watch, he believed that Echo had known about The House for much longer than she had let on, Ray had watched her face- when their siblings walked out the door, dressed for their ‘new families’, he saw her heartbreak behind her eyes. Yet she still turned around and sported a smile, that smile that could brighten anyone’s day, that smiled the shined a light into his heart every time he saw it and it broke away some of the darkness residing there. But then again nothing breaks like a heart. What was he thinking, Echo was one of his best friends, right? They were both fighting their own mental battles, constantly.

“Hey dumbass” Ray whispered softly, while shaking her body, not wanting to startle her when she awoke “wake up, it’s only a dream”.

The blonde-haired girl shot up from her slumber hyperventilating “wha-”

“Hey, Jesus Christ! Are you trying to kill me” Ray whisper yelled accusingly, startled from her current state, a soft blush covering his cheeks. “It was just a dream, calm down”

Echo sat up in her bed, holding her head in her hands, mumbling apologies to the boy beside her.

“Don’t apologize, dummy, I was just looking out for you”.

As those words fell out of Ray’s mouth, a small tear fell out of Echo’s eye. The thought of someone watching out for her sparked something in her heart, a spark she was soon to understand.

The two eldest boys of The House walked towards Norman’s bed, to see if the rope had disappeared.

“So?” Ray asked

“Nothing.”

“Seriously? Then it’s confirmed…Don’s the traitor”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“So, you’re the traitor. Ray.”

“What are you saying??”

“You already know by now, right? I set a trap for four people. To Don, I said the rope was under my bed. To Gilda, I said the second-floor bathroom’s ceiling. At least that’s what I told you, Ray. But actually, I told Don it was in the dining hall, and told Gilda it was in the library. Then, the rope under my bed is gone? Should we go check the other locations?” the light-eyed boy asked.

“Dang… and I thought I was doing so well.” chuckled Ray, falling backward onto his friend’s bed. “that’s right, I’m Mama’s spy. When did you start suspecting me?”

“The day Sister Krone came to the House.” started Norman in a defeated tone “I was disgusted with myself for thinking such a thing. You were the first person I suspected. Even though you’re my friend. I just hoped it wasn’t true. It would be the worst-case scenario, it would be extremely problematic if you’re the traitor. But from the enemy’s point of view, it would be the most beneficial if you were the traitor. You could give opinions to our plans, from the perspective of controlling the situation, it’s perfect. No one fits the job better.”

“And that’s why you suspected me. And that’s how I walked straight into your trap huh?” he spoke sitting up and letting his head fall between his knees.

“One more thing, Ray.” the other boy began “you’re not a traitor who was set up just for this matter, were you? Mama would never trust a sudden tip, how long have you been working for her?”.

“For a very long time. I’ve been her subordinate for a long time, basically a sheepdog for a Shepard.” Ray mumbled.

“You knew about everything and helped Mama this whole time?” Norman agonized beginning to sound angry.

“Yeah” the green-eyed boy spoke barely above a whisper.

“Was it all a lie?” the albino like boy fretted feeling his heart sink deeper and deeper by the second. “All the time spent preparing things with me, Emma and Echo? What did you tell Mama? The tracking devices can be broken right?”

“What’s the point in even asking that? Depending on the answer, will you cut me off?” he accused standing to his feet.

“I won’t, I’ll have you by our side, as you’ve always been.” Norman dictated not breaking eye contact with the elder boy. “Aren’t you glad? You can continue to hide your mistake.”

D̵̩̽̓͆͒̽̔̈̑̄̄i̶̪̬̹͇̊̋̍̔̄͒͛̒͝ḑ̶̥̘̜̦͍̺̅̂́͑͘͜͝ ̷̖̏̐̇̌̃͊͐̅��͚̝̯ỳ̷̜ơ̷̡̫̙̯͉̤ŭ̴͔̞̤̥̤̦̭͚̫̖͐ ̴̺̳̝̘͎̬͕͎̦̲̒͑̒̽͋̓̀c̶̡̧̢̢̩̪̬͍͕̀͑̑o̶͗́ͅn̸͎͖̙̞͂̿̄̀̈́s̴̛̼̈̄̌̂́̿̉̕͝i̷̡̺̭̊̐͋̋́͗̀̕̕̚ḓ̶̼̙̻͎̇̅̿̆͗͗͛ę̵͍͉͇͑̂̈́͛͒ͅr̸̨̘͓̭̲͎̅ͅ ̸̧̯̝̝̬̐̽͆͜h̸̨̻̥̯̲̫̗̺͛̐̋̌̃̀͘͝ĭ̷̗̬͍̔͠ḑ̶̭͎͉̟̣̿͊̋̆̒̆͒͠i̶̞͔̝͚͓̜͎̎͊̓̃͗̓͝ͅn̶̨̘͙̣̾̉̉́̈́͆̋̑̍͠g̵̛͔̀͒̀͛͒͘ ̶͍̲̫̞͙͗͗̉͐͌͂͌̅ÿ̷͈̘́̂̔͋o̴̧̠̘̲̓̍͠u̸̟̖̒̂̑̃͑̀̔̈́͠r̷̛̳̻̪̬̦͉̞͇̎̎̒̎̐͆͋̕ ̸̨̱͚̠̫̥̈́͒͋̊ͅp̷̽͊͂̀͐̿̔��̢͈̜͍o̶̧̬̦̥̘̻͈̓̒́s̷͓̹̟͓̠̞̙̬̱͐̋̓͛̈̊̌̀́͜i̵̡̘̭͍̙̲̦̠̍͊̐͊͑̍͐͆́̚ͅt̶͇͑̄̐̒͆̕͘į̵̗͕̙͎͊̈́̃̎͠ò̸̢̗̭̫̩͕̱̪̅̈́̑̆̕͝n̶̦̬͖̬̦̩͓̳̩̎̀̔̓̎̄̊,̷̼̯̅͒͑̇̿̕ ̶̱̣͉̀̌͝Ȓ̵͇̳̣̲̜̙̘͎͖̍̃̑́ȃ̶̫̳̲̳̖̉̾̐̐̋͑̂̒͝y̴̩͖̻̓͜?̸̩͇̖̼̟̹̙͉̆̇ͅ

“You wanted to keep spying on us, even if it meant framing Don, right?”

Ẃ̷̢̨̞̠͉̱͔̭̣̼̕a̴̧̭͍̣̲̎̅s̵͍͕͇̰̪͇̭̆̔̽̏̒̈́̈̕ͅ ̷̧̢͔̫͕͕͂̉̊̏̀͊͘i̷͈͈̥̹͍̞͔̰̬͑̐̊̉͜t̶͉͍̖̭̪̟̞͚͖̩̉̿̅́͝ ̵̢̛̛͈̲͖̥̒̀̓̈́̔̓̈t̷̛̙̳̯̟̼̰̔͑̂͘̚͠h̸̢̛̦̥͆̾͝î̴̠̟̥̅͊̈͒͜͝s̴̢̝͇̳̱̼͎͔͒͗̇̎͝ͅ ̸̛̬̭̬̤̥̬̳̪̜̱͌̋̃̅́͗͘͠v̶̼̗̠̈̌̾̈̏͗͒͛͠͝ḛ̴̢̨̫̣̮̮̥̍͒̈́͗̒̑̕͜r̷̰̣̹͈̰̩͚̎͜y̸̡̗͔̹̼̗͚͔̆̆̎̄̀̔̕̕͝͝ ̸̨͈̋̄̓͌̈́̎͘̚m̵̡̹̹̗̼͙͎̮͊̔̚͜͝o̴̗̔͑̉̌̏̕͘m̸̺̺̭̮̱̗̦͔̖̔ͅe̷̡̹͑͋n̴̙̥̄̓t̴͔͔̺̯̦̺̠͙̍̓?̷̖̱͇̘͎̯̞̊̀̅̊̌͝ͅ

“What do you want from me?” Ray asked unsure of how to process Norman’s loyalty to him, as a friend. ‘Why do you still want me to stand with you?’.

T̴͙̓͂̉̿̊͝ḥ̸̝̥̰̈́ǎ̵̢̭͗̋̎̈́t̶͎̜̹̺̰̮̫̀́̎̿̀̓̏̕͠͠ ̷̢̯͉̟̙̻̯̥̅ý̶͍̮̪̜̩̲͍̀̓̿̀̑͝ǒ̸͚̪͙͌̒͝ú̴̧̡̟̠̖̻͌͑̏̔͒̇̉͝ ̴̰̾̐́͛̕d̷̝̔̽̐̉̈́̅͊̚ȩ̵̟̝̫͔͋͑̈̂̌̇c̴̘̣̮͂̓̐̿̔͋̓̔͜i̶̧̹̭̩̲̯̥͚̺͔̒̊́̎͝d̵͈̙͕̝̞͍͕̞̠̍̓͘e̴̲̯̓͛͒ͅd̴͈͔̯̗̻̦̄ ̸̡̨̫͎̦̠̟͉̬̻̐͒̊ṫ̵͙͎̜̬̲̣͌̈́͊o̴̖͓̮͓͙̣̺̪͊̊ͅ ̸͈̟̭͍̬̅͛́̍̀̔̓͝ć̵͓ǫ̵̢̫̭̦̣͕̗̌̄̈̐m̶̢͖͓͕̀̏͂̄̌͑̓͜e̸̛̙̱̱͉͌̃̌͌́͑̏̕̚ ̸̰̭͉̭̪̬̟͒͛͊̆̍́͝c̶͙͔̘̀̀͐̊͑͂͝l̶̗̤̑̉͑̌̃̚͘ĕ̵̢͚̠̳̖̼͗͂͜a̵̛̫͂͗̌̓̿̅ņ̴̩͑ͅ?̶͉̖̝̙͖̰͙̬̏͊̈͊̀̊͠͝

“Three things.” confirmed the younger boy, holding up three fingers. “One, continue to spend time with us like before and guarantee our safety. Two, tell us all the information you have. Three, come to our side. Become our spy?”.

Unbenoced to the two boys, Echo had been listening to their entire conversation, from the second they entered that bedroom ▅▅▅▅’s fate was sealed. The beginning of the end.

‘I am sorry Ray, but I need you all to survive for as long as I can hold her off’ the girl thought to herself as she walked down the stairs, away from her two friends and toward the enemy.

D̸̡̳̞̺̖̞͈͍̀̊͜O̷̤̞̦̥̼̱̙̖̔̈́̇̾̀N̴̢̙̝̟͉͙̲̱̩̽͊͗̃̄͝'̶̡̛͖͖̜̼͊̈́̐̇̓̈́̓̀̕T̸̺̻̟͛̍̎͛̇͛̍͌̚̚.̷̧̤̜̤̪̖̩͕̈̃̀̀̎̓

S̷̢͈̪͔̫̣͌̄̿͒̿́̆̕̚͘Ǫ̶̫̻͈̞̙̎̔͐̎M̵͕̈́͛̇͛̈́Ę̸̋̂͌̂̐͗͘̚Ơ̷̯̳̞Ṇ̷̦̋̉̀̄͑̿̑E̵̢̖͉͖̟͔̒͛͑̉͆̀́̋̌͜ ̶̛̫̓S̸̢̲̻̥̓̔͝Ţ̷̩̹̐̕̚͠͝ͅO̸̢̳͚̯͔̐͒̑̀P̸̛͕͚͍̗͍̺͛ ̴̨͎̻̜̯͕͎͇̻̏͗̒́͘H̷̨̧̛̙̮̔͌̂̍̓͘È̷̟͇͈̘͕̰̽̓̐̓̓͂̄́ͅR̷̰̙͍̙̺̋͑̇̉͑͒̕

Á̷̡̛̫͎̺̬̱̬̋̄̂͑̀͝Ṅ̷̹͙͈̟̥̹̽̾Y̵̝͂͑̋Ơ̸̡̠͍̥̝̫̲̫͖̹̿̎͂͐͝N̵̪̳͚̘͔̦͛̈́̄̉͗̍͠E̷̢̘̣̘̘̤̫̗̓̎͌̑̚͜͝?̶̛̤̠̬̃͒̈́̽̓̀͛͝

S̵̢̧̯͍͌͠O̷͈̯̰̲̹̍̇̀͐̄̔̀͘̕͝ͅM̴̧̗̭͙̤̞͕̟͓̑Ę̷̡̞͙̺̘̣͊̈̇̏̅̐͊͒͌B̴̧͉̍͌̆̉̍̑̆̆͝Ơ̵̳̖̐̋̇͂̔̓D̸̢̞̖̺̗̦͖͚͎͒̏Ẏ̷̡̼̻͓͓̺̉̕͜ͅ ̶̗͙̈́͑̂̆̈́͝͠͝͝J̵̨͍̘͎̗̾̔̒͐̓̌̏̌Ǔ̷̱͋̎̐̌̄͘͝S̶͉̃̌̉T̷̢̻̙͔̮̀̏̓͠͝ ̴̧̡͖̭͉̭̹̎͋̃̽́̍̄̍͑͜S̶̨͍̩̼̻̹̈́̿̈́́H̸̡̺́̓̇́̆̑̊͑͑Ư̴̢͙͚̰̽̊̈́̉̇͑͋͜T̷̮͎͒̈́̇̃ ̴̙̩͕̩̟̭̰̝͇͂̎̋̀̃̈́̾͑̕H̴̫̞̖̠̠͋́̔̊̅͜͜͜E̷̢̯̭͖͍̲͋̾͝R̵̢̼̺͚͉͈͇̓̇͗̈̑̒̅͋̑ ̵͓͈̈́Ư̸͕͉̮͎̰̠͚̣̔̈́̃͝P̷̙̞͔̰̳̲̃!

S̷̡̻͔̑́͋̌́̊̾̆͠Ĥ̶̦̣̞̇̔̆͗̽͂̓̚͠Ẹ̵͇̯̥̹̣̙̭́̕͝͠ ̸̭͌̌́̽̽͌̆̈́̿͝C̵̡̢̛̦̫̭̠͋̐̑̃̚A̸̧̮̥̓̋̽N̴̛̫̝̭͕̔̐̆̉̃͑͑͘'̵̨̢͎͕̭̘̼͍̰̍̂̀̌͂Ť̴̗͎͌̆̓̓̔͝ ̷̛̬͖̈́M̷̱͇̺͉̋̌ͅA̷̧̹̦̟̅̽̑̈́͘̚Ķ̴̱̣͓̳̝̝̌͛́͗E̵͉̦̯̫͔̟̮̩̥͋̿̀̈́̕ ̷̨̛̝̥͎̞͕̩̲̹̍̍̒͗̚͝Ţ̷̢͖̭̤̠̳̱̓͐̆͊̔H̸͉̗͈̳̥͐͛̌̎̈́͐̉̎Į̴̛̬̞͔̏͗Ŝ̶̭̲̈͑̒͝ ̸̢̭̺͎͕̾M̶̞̺̺̀͒̋͆̆̚Ì̶̞̼̬̰͊̕Ş̷͇͈̪̺̫̭̀T̴̢̬̦̪̔̑͗̌̀̚͠A̸̮̽̾̈́̍̔̾̆̕K̶̖̦̻͌̍́̆͊̓͘̕̕E̶̢̪͔̦̤̺̦̫̭͆̓̏ ̷̢͚̣̘̱͍̣̱͎͑́̉̄A̷͙̽̍͂́̔̋͒̇́̑G̷̖͙͉̓̃͒͘A̷̧̺̤͖͇̟̟͑͗̍̇̓̏͝Í̶̧͇̰͎͎͖͔̾Ṋ̴̞̼̬͔̅̽͒

Echo walked up to Mama, with a sickly sweet smile on her face. “Mama! How are you?”

“I’m okay, what’s the matter child?” Isabella spoke smoothly while turning and crouching to the same height as Echo.

“I need to tell you a secret” she smiled.

“A secret? Oh well, tell me tonight okay?” Mama verified putting emphasis on the word ‘tonight’.

Echo just smiled widely at the woman, turning on her heel she looked up at the window closest to Norman’s room and saw the two boys she had just left. She just smiled again waving to the two boys, while a bitter feeling resided in Norman’s stomach ‘Was I wrong? Were their two? Was she listening?’ he thought to himself as a feeling of realization washed over him. The world around him seemed to slow down. He heard the floorboard creek before they checked under the bed. He miscalculated. Did he just sign his own friend’s, own sibling’s death warrant? ‘What have I done?’.

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above;

Those that I fight I do not hate,

Those that I guard I do not love;

My county is Kiltartan Cross,

My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,

The years to come seemed waste of breath,

A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death.

[froggywaffles]

The Freedom of loving

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Ray x OC

TPN Fanfic ( I don’t own the promised neverland)

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot than just love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending…

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

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Series masterlist

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The deception of a Cherry Blossom

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“So how has living here been?”

“Oh, this is a wonderful House. All the children are smart and well-behaved.”

“I see… lately you’ve been following instructions and being well-behaved as well.”

“Yes ma’am.”

w̶̝̒̈́h̸̦̾̈́͊̈̒ą̶̛̛̭̱̹̰̩̰̗̪͈́̓̀̈́̑̃̈́̏t̷͚̲̗̭̙͕̝̄͛̇̂̾͛ ̷̨̫͈̻̗̣̠̻̤̿͗͋͗ą̵̥͚̰̥̗̗͔̓ ̷̡̹͉̓͗̌̋̈̓̆̈́͝͝l̷̤̘͐̽̌͛̚̚ǒ̴͖̫̼͉̮͉̖͊̋̾̅͆͆̃̋̚a̵̡̮̗͈͙̹̰͔̘̼̔̽̂̏̅̇͐͝͝d̸̯͓̻͍͌͂̈́̏̍͋͑͒̚͘ ̴̥͉̲̠̱̚ǒ̴̢̰͙͓̭̭̱͙̊͛̕f̶̮̣̜̤̮̮͇̍̓̿͜ ̶̡̢̬̬̮̠̠͈̙̜̀̀̈͋̄͊͐̌͂̕b̶̠̼̬̖̖̑̽̓̎͋͛̈́̏̄͝ṳ̷͓͎͈̍͊̾ļ̸̦͚̞̗̘͠l̷̡̺͗̀͊̓̎̈̊̿̈͛-̷̞̪̘̿͌̃̔̚

“You try to get along with the children, and play tag with all your strength.

I was worried because you were a tomboy, but it looks like you're fine…You are insurance. Insurance that I called for, just in case, to make sure the products are protected. So you don't need to know which one knows the secret, and just pretend to be obedient, work hard and laugh that you've grasped some sort of weakness over me. I wouldn't think of…

You have nothing else to do other than be my pawn, right?”

The two women stood staring, in silence, Krone struggling to not appear threatened.

“If you behave…” Isabella spoke as she turned towards the door, her dress following suit. “I’ll make sure that you become a mom.”

The sister stood in shock ‘A mom?’.

With that Isabella opened the door, there stood Echo waiting. “Do not mess this up Sak***, remember you WILL fix your mistake… one way or another.” The older woman moved past her and down the hall leaving Echo and Krone staring at one another.

“Were you-” Krone started before getting cut off by the 11 year old blondette.

“So you wanna be a mom?” She began while stepping into the room, closing the door behind her. “That's cool, cool. But… Do you really think outsmarting her is the best way to go about this? Sounds pretty stupid, frpm my perpective.”

“What do you know, you're just a child.” the sister spoke firmly

“A lot, actually” Echo said cheerfully “I've been helping mama for… seven years? I think so at least, all I know is that I help her, I live, and the incident doesn't get spoken of unless I royally mess up… like recently. But anyway, back to what I was saying, I've been playing this game with her much longer than you have and trust me, you're an amateur and will get yourself killed if you do not walk on glass around her and the other kids because I know I'm not the only one she has watching.”

Sister krone stood not moving, processing what she just heard, then her face turned angry letting Echo know her job was done there and walked out of the room as the sister began manically laughing to herself ‘That woman! She sent one of her kids to threaten me! me?! Just you watch! I’ll drag you down! And then… I will be Mom.’

I̷̺̖̼̘̙̫̅̽̎ ̸͔̗̮̃w̸̛͇̽͛̍̄ì̵̢̺͖̥̖̻̲̃̄̋s̷̞͙̣̘͚̘̭̓̈́ḧ̷̨̡̹̰̝̟̯̐̍́̍̿͗͜ ̸̨̢͈̫̰̲̻͂͌͐͘͜Ḯ̵̘͖̌̉͝ ̴̡̨̺͉͊̿̏̌͝c̸͎͎̤͍̥̭̀ǫ̴̗̗̻͖͔̤̝͍͓͊̆͗̔ȗ̶̲͈͖̖̤͚͚̖͓̺͊́͋͘l̶̢̨͉̱̝̺̟͛d̵̢͈͍͔̘̺͓͌̋̔̀̐͆̕͜͝͝'̴͙͕̬̹̬̟̻͈̫̒͛̿̍̈́̐͑̽v̸̟̬͌e̶̠͔̱̗̮̖̗͊ͅ ̸̟͎̦̙͓̘̮̪̰̙̀̃͒͘̚ḑ̴̛̼̮̺̺͔̼͊̌̽͘͜͝ő̸̱̞̝̹̲̩̝̈́͛̉̉͐̑͘n̶̡̘̺̏̾͘ę̷̨̞̥͕̣̮̝͓̂̉͑͂͆̓ ̵͓̞͊͆ͅm̶̺̪̥̝̭̐́̕͝ǫ̶̤̖̥͙͑͊̉̓̐̎̕��̗r̶̡̡̺͕̟͔̲͓̦͌e̴̟͈̘̟̤̙̲̤͂̈́́̎͋̕ ̶̧̝̳̞̞̲͙̬̫̂̃̎́͑̇͌̀̐̈f̴̭̻͖̎̿̇̎͋̆o̸̢̢͉͍̠͒͐̈́̉̉͆͜͜͝r̶̗͆̐̒̆͑ ̵̳̖̠̣̬̋̍͑̈̌̐̽̽̋͜ỷ̸̨̖̄̀̒o̴̱̊̒̓ủ̶̧͕͙͔͚̟̂͂̇͠,̶̡̪̫̗́̿̄̿̄̐̇͘͝ ̷̧̤̦̥͂͂̇̍́̿́͗͘͝ͅÍ̷̧̳̉̇̎̈́'̶̯̹͇̽̋̓ṁ̸̧̙̫̖̻͖̖̙́ ̸̨͕̘̮̫͈̭̦̈́̅́̀͒͐̊͗͋̕s̵̠͓̟͑̑͆̆̈́̚o̸͚̰̯̝̤̦͔̳̓̃̾́̅̉̐͜͝r̶̨̳͉̯̰͔̋̋̔͂̎̐r̸͙̬̟̠͋y̴̨͖̣̰̞͕̪͈͂̈́̀̐̈́́̕̚ͅ

As the children were leaving the test room, the blondette was stopped by the snow-haired 11 year old. “Hey Echo can you stay back a minute? I need to talk to you about something” he smiled.

“Yeah of course”

Just as the other kids left Norman began to speak “So, I think we should tell Don and Gilda about, well everything but there's a chance that either of them is mama’s informant.”

“Oh then maybe, It's not a good idea?”

“But what if we set a trap? Like we give them a bit of information and if mama gets it we will know if they were the informant?”

“That, that's a great idea, but wouldn’t it be smart to limit the people that know about the trap, so one of us doesn’t slip up and accidentally say it's a trap??” Echo questioned

“Yes that would be true…” The boy began to think “so I guess the locations of the ropes is between you and me. I was thinking of telling Gilda that the rope is under your bed and Don that it was under Emma’s bed?”

‘I hope your not the traitor Echo, but I have to be cautious of how I trust, I am sorry for not believing in you’ Norman thought.

“Yeah so if one of the ropes is gone, we know which one is the informant!”

‘I’m sorry Gilda, but I need her trust again… or I won’t be able to help you all escape’ The young blonde thought to herself.

Y̵̳͚͎̝̗̊̀͊ơ̵̧̨̛̘͓̞̤̦͇͔̲̐̈́́̕u̵̢͓͕̰̔̈́̐͊̚͝ ̸̘̩̺̥̖̳̻̗̳̼͗̐͛̿͑̏d̵̥̹͖̱̤̭̯̘́̊͒ó̸͖̫̱̳͎͛͠n̸̢̧̛̪͇̥̱̦͈͒͛̈́̉̅̕͘̚̕͜'̸̡̢̨̨̜͚̪̣͐̕t̴̨͕̜̥̘̗̖̘͉̝̑̀̐̎͌̈́͝ ̵͖̓͒̔̀̉̚͠ņ̸̣̥̥̰̀̊̓͝e̴͓͉͚͎̤̔̓̐ͅḙ̶̛͈̮̑́̍̀͊d̷̨̨̻̟̖̬̔̔́͋̈́͒̚͘ ̷̞͙͇̄̃͐͛̂̋͘͜͝h̴̖̭͇̳̦̭͎͉̣͗ę̷̾̋͊͌̃̈̓ŕ̸͍͉̅̚ ̶̢̳͎̀̅̾̈́̇́͋́t̸͎̠͖̟̖̝̜͈̗̏̓͛̉͝r̶̻͐̾̈́̌̑̃͠ų̷̺̼̾͆͒̈̊̀ś̸̫͙̜̲̣͊̽̊́̂t̷̢̨̙̬̞̙̯̜̎̅̂̐͌̑̕ͅ,̵̢̲̟̗́͂̓́̽͠ ̸̡̛̣͆̂̃͂̄͝͝͠j̸̫͓̻́ũ̵̹̫̟̏̍̌͌̌̆s̸̢̤̞͕̿͛̌̿̔̽̎̆̚͜͠t̸��͚ ̵̨̝̻̝̳͙̓̕r̵̛̗͕̞̙͎̞͛͑̽͛̿̔̄̓ę̴͚͚̹͍̮̾͋̿̋̆̿́̄̚ͅm̷̨͚͖̻̰̹͓̟̈́̏̆e̴̼̓͗̎ͅm̶͈̮̎͑b̴̧̯͈̼̐̀͋̓̈́̌̚ȇ̷̪̘͛̒̏̌r̵̛̲̙̦ ̵̢̛̹̹̹̍́̉͒͒͒͌́͝t̵̹̙̐͂̒͗́̍́̉̕͝h̵̪̫̩͐̉̍͒̈́e̵̠̗̻͈̻̺̬̒͝ ̷̨̧͙͓̙̩̭̝͌̈̂̃́̈̍͒͒͝i̸͔̫̩͈̞̦̞͓̞͆ṅ̸͚̭̹͍̩͔́́̓́͘̕̚ç̷̡̙̯̭̳̩͍͉̮͒̓̓̎̑͘͠i̷̱̣̝̓́̆̐d̷̨̼̻͔̜̙͍͍͔͇́͌̀͒ë̴̢̬́͐̄̈̈̇̒̌͂͜ͅn̸̻̻̝͙̩͊̀̂̚͝t̶̥̗̠̙̩̫̥́͊̾͒͋̚̕͜͝

Three of the four eldest children of Gracefield House stood outside waiting for Norman to speak after calling them to talk about the plan. “Starting today, let's play tag in teams”

“In teams?” The ginger questioned.

“At this rate, most of them would die if they escaped on their own.” Ray added

“Ray!” Echo cursed, hitting the dark haired boy on the arm.

“Everyone’s movements aren't bad.” he began defensively. “So we shouldn't break them up individually.”

“We’ll make formations and run away in teams, we’ll play in a way that’s similar to what the real escape will be like.” Ended Norman. “And I have another idea, let’s tell Don and Gilda. We’ll explain the situation and have them lead the teams.”

“What if they are Mama’s informant?” Emma wondered aloud.

“No worries. Finding out who the informant is and also winning them over… I can do them simultaneously. And I’ve already made arrangements.” He said cheerfully

‘The real escape, I hope I can be there with you guys…’ Echo fretted internally.

As Emma listened to Norman telling her all the formation patterns he could think of, Ray grabbed Echo’s hand. “What’s up with you?” He questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean when Norman said he had made arrangements, you had this look on your face”

“It’s nothing really”

“Echo.”

“Ugh, it's just i'm scared… okay.”

“Of what? Escaping?”

“Of leaving…”

“I don’t understand?”

“See look it’s stupid and it doesnt matter!”

“I never said it was stupid, stupid. Carry on what you were saying”

“It’s… it’s just this House, The gate, The wall it’s all I’ve ever known, well we’ve ever known. I’m scared of not knowing, like what if there's something we don't plan for and someone gets hurt, or worse-” she was cut off by Ray turning her to face him and him speaking.

“Don’t talk like that okay? I thought I was supposed to be the downer here, look I know it’s scary but, we can do it together, all of us, well whoever we take…okay?”

“Okay.” the girl replied, tearing up.

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me look bad” Ray commented ‘And feel bad, I’ll get you out of here. I promise’.

Isabella looked out of the window as the sun set over the trees watching her children play in the oranges and pinks washed over the sky with Echo by her side.

“You did well today Echo”

“Well?”

“With Krone, she has fallen back in line now, thank you.”

“Your welcome Mama” She smiled up at the older woman, the same woman who had been disposing of the children she called family.

I̷͎̩̟̭̰̩̝̞͑͝ ̷̡̼̠͕̘̮̖̥́̓̇̚̚l̶̛͈͈̺̇̽͛̏̈́̑͗̆o̴̥͙̗̭̒̐̽̈́͒̿̉̒ͅv̸̺̽̈́͂͗̋̏͊͛͒͗ę̸̥͋̀̈́͒̈ ̵̖̹̟̲̣͚͍͈̄̈͑͝y̴̟̜̝͊̀̊̇̓͗͝o̵̭͉̯͎̍̅̋͊̀̃͒̀ú̸̪̲͉̮͈̳̬͍̲͋͑͂͑̄̌́̕͝ͅ,̶̡͉͓̬̘̿͊̆̇͆͜ ̸̠̟̘̖̙͍̖̫̀͊̂̊̐̍̑͐̂͝M̸̧̬̯͒̌́͗͗̚͠͝à̸̛̲̹͛͆̾͌͠͠m̵͕̺̠͇̙̯͈̪͚͑͋ͅä̸̧̢̩̗͖̙̣͎̤̽̽̌̀͐̈́́̾͘ͅ

The two ten year olds followed their older siblings into the library was filled with the golden glows of candlelight, Emma, Echo sat on one side of the the table Don and Gilda on the other side, Ray sat on the second level of books looking down on the rest, while Norman stood near Emma, leaning on the table.

“What did you want to talk about?” Gilda inquired.

Norman explained the situation mostly, leaving a few key details out of his explanation, he didn’t want to scare them, not yet… so he decided to conceal some of the truth.

“Human trafficking?!”

“Yeah. all of our siblings have been sold off to bad people”

“There’s no way! No way!”

“But the walls, the gate, and the siblings who left and never write us letters…”

“Oh come on, now. So what’s the punchline? What kind of prank is this?---You’re not saying it’s true, are you?”

“It’s true…”

“Wait. Then what about Mama?”

“She’s the one… who’s selling us to bad people.”

“There’s no way that our kind Mama would do such a thing!”

“Take it back! Emma take it back!”

“Don, Emma loves this House and Mama. So there’s no way she would lie like this.”

“Gilda…”

“And I think it was weird, the night conny left…”

The time Gilda brought up, sent waves of pain and sadness throughout the bodies of the three who discovered her corpse that night.

“Emma, Norman and Echo went to the gate, and-”

“You did?”

“Even if you broke the rules, you guys would usually apologize immediately, and everything would go back to normal. But you haven’t done that. Emma you’ve become so serious now. So i couldn’t ask about it”

Emma jumped from her seat and rushed over to the nearly crying Gilda and wrapped her in an embrace.

“I’m sorry, so so so sorry Gilda, I made you worry.”

“Did you see it, Emma? Conny being sold off… to those bad people”

“yeah…But we didn’t make it in time”

“Conny is safe, right?”

Norman felt guilt wash over his entire being as he replied “I don’t know.”

After explaining the rest, about the scores and shipment times the two ten year olds went to bed feeling traumatized, Emma leaving not long after and Echo ‘leaving’ as well but she hid behind the door, to hear what the two boys were going to talk about.

Ỵ̵̰̪̖̦͓͚̯̟͕̉̈́̊̇̄̀͘͝ö̷̢̡͍̪̟̲͕̭͜ȕ̵͍̮͉̻͔̓ ̶͎͓͖̤̻̓͋͆͛̅͂͝s̵̢͔̣̻̗̬̼̞͇̼̊̄̂̀͗̈́͂h̵̨̛̟̦̤͂̋́͘ö̷̢͖̰ũ̵̧̻̹͐̎͆̈́̉͛̾l̵̡̜̖̦͚͔͍͒̚͜d̵̮̮̠̲͉͕͎̿ ̵̟̳͚̻́͌̅̈́́͂̈́͝ó̶̹̬̙̜̙̘̀́̏̋́́̍̓f̸͇̮̅̽̉̄͂ ̷͎̜͚̭̳̩̗̙̥̮̔̈́͋͛́ǰ̴͙̘̣͉̹̟̃͝u̷̗̼͑̂͊s̶̢͖̫̫̬̭̭̻͎͊̊͆͂̈̌̌͝ț̸̭̎̌̊̎͆̒ ̵̗͈̙̘̝̻͇͖̖̽̂́̃̈́́͑͠t̴̤̞̙̯̉́̎̏̚o̷̧̻͔͇̯̘̘͉͑̚͜ĺ̵̲̘̝̖͎̭͇̔̆͐̎d̸̗̑̾̀̀͛̌̾͋̑͝ ̵̡͔̜͔̙͚̣͙̘̯̑̑t̷̨͎̘͗̄͒͘ḩ̷̰̖͙̮͕̖̭̍́͊͝e̸̳̗̤͇̳̾̈́͒m̶̝̬̜̑͋̔̈́̚͜

“You don’t know, huh?” Ray said angrily and bringing a raise in his voice “You should have just said they died!”

“That was the best way to smoothly get them to help us!” Norman retorted defensively.

“If they aren’t spies after all… then this lie is too cruel.” sighed Ray.

“I know, but still assuming they are spies, I’m going to lay a trap”

“A trap?”

“I’ll them them both where the rope is hidden. I’ll tell Don it’s under my bed. To Gilda I’ll tell her it’s in the celling of the second floor bathroom.”

“It could work.”

“It will work, Ray.”

After hearing the boys talk, Echo rushed upstairs mentally thanking herself for not telling Mama about the rope earlier, it wasn’t just a trap of Don and Gilda. It was a trap for Echo and Ray as well, Echo understanding fully why the trap was set in place. It would be most inconvenient if either of the two were the traitor saying they basically found out with Norman and Emma and they knew the plan to escape in ten days. Echo quicking went to the room where she slept, changed her clothes and laid down for another sleepless night, or was it?

Because I could not stop for Death-

He kindly stopped for me-

The Carriage held but just Ourselves-

And Immortality.

We slowly drove- He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility-

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess- in the Ring-

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-

We passed the Setting Sun-

Or rather- He passed us-

The Dews drew quivering and chill-

For only Gossamer, my Gown-

My Tippet- only Tulle-

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground-

The Roof was scarcely visible-

The Cornice- in the Ground-

Since then- 'tis Centuries- and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity-

[froggywaffles]

Hey besties 👯‍♀️ 😀

Sorry for not writing or being alive since MAY 🥵 forgive me I write more again now ✌️

[froggywaffles]

The freedom of loving

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Ray x OC

TPN Fanfic ( I don't own the promised neverland )

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than just love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending....

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

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Series masterlist

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Minerva-?

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Echo opens her eyes to see a white void.

"Hello? Ray? Emma? Norman? Helloo?" The girl shouted into the void.

"Hello Sak▊▊"

"What? Hello!?" Echo shouted genuinely scared.

"It's nice to see you again, now your older"

"Whom the fu- what?"

A black figure appeared in front of the girl, it was like a silhouette but up close. The figure reached its hand out like it wanted to hold the smaller girls hand.

"My name, doesn't matter at this time. But for now just refer to me as ᵂⁱˡˡⁱᵃᵐ ᴹⁱⁿᵉʳᵛᵃ."

"Like the author?"

"Uh- I- yes like the author"

The girl looked at the figure with not a single thought trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Is this a dream?" Echo asked calmly.

"Sort of" the figure crouched down from his previous position, so he would be the same height as her and held her hands inside his.

"Let me tell you some information okay Sak▊▊?"

"Okay, but that's not my name."

"Betrayal. It's cruel and unexpected. It's something humans never think about until it actually happens. But you've gone and will go through enough betrayal to make you realise you shouldn't trust anyone. Your time at Gracefield has gone smoothly so far, you've lived and loved in that house. But you can't forget what happened can you? You seem to forget everything else but you always remember what happened that day. You know what would of happened if that sister wouldn't of stepped in, if Vincent hadn't been there. You would be dead. But you are alive, alive for a reason. That reason may not be clear now be soon it will be."

"What?"

Everything went black.

"ECHOOOOOOO"

"Come ooonnnnnnn wake upppp"

Emma?

Echo opened her eyes to see Emma running up to jump on her while she's in her bed.

"Emma, no no no no no no"

Emma jumped onto Echo.

"Ouch" the two girls in unison, they ended up headbutting each other.

"Come on Echo, your gonna miss breakfast!" The ginger said happily dragging the blonde out of bed.

Their day went as usual: eating breakfast, doing their daily tests then, free time.

T̶͉̂̏h̴̪̗̠̮͍̳͊͗̽̎͝ͅè̴̥͍͋̃́͠y̷̱͔̗̺̗̿̄̔͂ ̸̢̮͎̩̝̖̥̀͌̅k̷̛̰̣̜͉͆n̵̦̄̔̓̒̌̿͆̀͝o̵̘͎͍̮͎̼̪̼̱̤̐̈́͛͐̑̓̄̚͘ẁ̶̢̡̳̝̳̪̰̇̉̅̊͂̆̅̀͜͝ͅ ̴̨̘̥͎̖̹̼̣̜̒̑̍͛̾̆͘͘ͅw̴͍͔̠̰̫͛̈́̆̈́̆͌́͘̚͘h̴̪̟͈̪͙͍̮͂̋͂͑͝ͅȅ̶̢̧̢̱̲̘͕̱͇̽̒̽̇r̷̡̙͚͔̱̲̀e̴̟̣͕͕͎͈̪̾́̓́̐̎͌͜͝ ̸̧͕͕̺̥̮̪̱͖̅͋̾̉̍͘͝ỹ̷̧̧̬̦̫͔͉͎ơ̶͕̤̫̬̯͌̍͛̚͠ư̷͚̲̜̻̬̙̦̽͐̏̓͒̾̈͝ ̸͔̻̤͓͛̅̏̎̚͝ą̵̨̻͎̝̮̫̀͜r̸̛̰͓̮̺͚͔͔̫̗͓̐͊͛̐̒̋̕͝͝ȩ̸̘̠͔̣̙̙͖͛̽͊̈̃̈̎

Free time came around and the four children went deep into the forest to talk about the 'plan'.

"I think they have tracking devices on us" Ray said almost too calmly.

"Where, wouldn't we of found them by now?"

"Yeah if they were on our clothes" Norman questionably stated.

"Where else would they be?" Emma asked.

"No way..."

"Yes way they must be in us" Ray said nonchalantly.

R̶̨̨̗͇̠̋͋̓̂̇̇͑̕e̶̗̬̻̼̠̊͒m̸̧̧̤̤͕̟̟̤̮̥̎́̊͒͐͌̆͌̚͝ē̸̫͕̲̪̱͎͖̒̌m̵̪̦̗̉̏͗̾b̵̧̼̪̯͇͋͊̉̎̈́̉͝͝ĕ̸͉̮̏̿ṛ̸̢̮̭̺̥͕̪̈͊̍̈̎

"Sister Krone!"

"Yes Phil, what's the matter?"

"Play tag with us! Pleaseeeeee"

"I don't see harm with me joining in a game, sure Phil."

R̴̯̹͊̊̽e̵̛̫̙̹͎̺̔̌̾̾̒̄̀̌͝m̵̼̙͈̹̓͜è̸̩̎̾͝m̶͎̖͖̞̿̍͂b̷̛̹̪̝̠̱͔̀͐̇͜͝e̶̳̙̩͂͛̊̉͘͘͠r̵̡̹̭̝͚͛̉̂̿͠ ̵̢͇̭̯̿̉ǵ̸͇̬̅̆̽̌ö̷̬̺̥͉̩́̔d̸̛̖͎̮̹͍̟̜̠͍̄̿̽͆̋͆̚d̷͓̰̟̹̭̃̌̾͆̉́͌͠a̵̻̦̝͂̇̂̈͘m̵̦͆͒̉̔͝i̸̲̲̳̣͋̑͝t̶̯̺̝̣̪̓

"Well I guess it's good the sister and carol are here." Echo said cheerfully.

"How would having an extra adult here good!?" Emma exclaimed.

"More information silly"

"Oh yeah!"

S̵̫̟͕͓̝͕̭͇̉̎͜ờ̶͇̱̺̺͚̯͇̹̠̀̀͋̂͝m̶̧̞͓͋̎̈͌͒̚͜e̸̡̧̟̳̪͓̦̼̦̤̕o̸̠̥̘̓̄̽͂̍̚͘n̶͎͚͚̄́̉ẹ̸̢̘͖͚̱̀̊̿̅́̋̔̅̈̕'̶͉̦̹̦̻̝̙͑s̶̤̗͔̺̪̜͚͚̏̈͌ ̴͖̞̞͖̼̩̅̽̽̒͐̀̉͛́͝c̶̡͒̉͋̇͌͒̀͠o̷̢̙̮̗̝̲̹̮̤͌͗̿́̍̕͠͝͝m̵̨̝̣͕͈̹̱̋͋ͅĭ̷̢̼̤̮̲̙̦̉̀͜n̵̨̹̣̲̖͇͍̪͑͗̿͒͛̍̉̄͠͝ͅg̶̠̱̖̯̔

"Emma!" A voice shouted from the bush

"Phil! What's up buddy?" Emma asked happily

"Come play tag with us and sister krone! Pleaseee" the young boy begged.

"I don't see why we can't all play, come on let's go play!" Emma happily spoke.

The children ran from the top of the hill towards the forest, the four eldest children all ran left towards the ditch. Emma and Echo sat in a tall tree to see the situation. The sister was laying traps with shaped leaves for the younger children, she had a solid strategy. The two girls were cut mid thought when Krone locked eyes with them. Emma and Echo both leaped from the tree and sprinted towards where Ray and Norman ran to.

Run, that's all Echo could think of at this moment. She was running as fast as her legs would go she could hear the drumming beat of her heart bouncing off her rib cage. Her breaths were short and ragged she was running out of stamina. The girl looked towards the ginger to see she picked two younger children up. Echo and Emma who was still holding Phil began running as fast as they could down further into the forest, when the sister began to speak.

"Running while carrying two kids, you must be tired Emma."

"And Echo you should be running out of stamina soon." She spoke menacingly.

"You both won't be able to move unless you rest." She continued.

"Hey did you know? Norman's weakness is physical strength." Krone said matter of factly.

"I heard he was feeble when he was younger.

Ray's weakness is that, he's a little quick to give up. He makes decisions fast but abandons them just as quickly."

"Emma your weakness is your naiveté.Like how naive you are by carrying others

when you're being chased."

"And Echo! Your weakness is that you are too caring, you care too much and you would sacrifice anything for the ones you care about!" Sister Krone called while wearing a spine chilling smile on her face.

The sister began walking towards the tree the four kids were crouched behind, they were covering their mouths to try to conceal their breaths. The sister still inching towards the children began to speak once more.

"Listen if you two saw the harvest that day, then I'm on your side."

She jumped behind another tree and found 2 more children.

"I found you!" She gloated.

Back at the top of the hill they were nervously watched the clock waiting for the rest to return.

"How much time is left?"

"8 minutes and 40 seconds"

So these are the perfect scorers of this place... Krone thought as time ran out looking up into the trees at Emma, Ray and Echo.

The four eldest children of Gracefield Hous were stood deep in the forest, the leaves of the trees blocked most of the sunlight of the day leaving only small beams of light shining through. They were discussing the sister and her arrival. "The sister hasn't done anything since" Norman stated to his siblings.

"That's probably mama's order" Ray replied.

"Mama used to suspect us, but it doesn't seem like that anymore." Echo added to the discussion.

"I wonder why?" Emma questioned. "What do you think Ray? What about you Norman?".

"Mama did something behind the scenes so she wouldn't have to move herself." Norman disclosed.

"What do you mean?" Ray inquired.

"What do you think would be the easiest situation for mama is?" Norman continued. "That would be to know our moves without having to do a thing."

"But there isn't any security cameras or listening devices?" Emma asked.

"That means there's probably..." Echo began saying.

"Yeah there's probably....a different person watching" Norman stated. "Most likely one of the kids".

'A traitor? But who would-? More why would someone betray everyone?'

Y̵͚̦̟͑͐o̷͓̝͚̙̜͎̲̳̭̥̎̑̌̇͒̉͐̆̽͘u̶̗͈̖͖̓̀̄͐͘r̸͚͕̈́̊̀͐̉̅̑̃͘͘ ̸̨̡͔̤̝̠̫̈́͋̅̓̇͜m̴̢̬̹͝ͅȩ̶̤͓̃̈̾̈̕͝m̷͕̱͖̗̙̳̅͝ọ̴̦̠̦̺̹̮̯͚͑̃͊̄͝r̶̨̦͎̥͖̻̣͇̭̲̀̿ỹ̵̡̡̨̛̠̟̠͉͎̮̈̽̓̄̀̑̐͝ ̸̢̜̻̤̺̒̏́͊͌̆̚͝į̸̳͖̬̫̪̣̳̟͌̈́̃͊̊̐̆̀̕͘ș̵͔̙̩̦̱̀͐͒͝ͅ ̴̧͕͍̇̃͘b̷̲̰͋̾̂̒͊e̷͉͍͍͛̿̓ẗ̶̢̧̝̙́̂̂̓̉͂r̴̢̳͎̈́̋̎̒̆̌̈́̆̋͝a̶̪̲̣̹̘͓̼̯̟͋͆̈́́̄̔̈́̇͘̚ͅy̷̹̓̑̈̑̋́̔̇͝ï̵͉͂̐͘n̶̹̪̰͎͕̜̓̋̏͂̕ǵ̸͙̚ ̶̠͒̋̈̎̏̂͘y̶̧̿o̴͇̥̣̖̻̻̲̒u̶͖̍͌̑͛͒͐̇̓

Y̵̟̞̞͖͂̃͂̀̒̈̎͝o̵͚͇̜̗͕̖̯͗̒̊̓̃̊̇ͅu̸̳̬̲̦̓ŕ̸̳̦͔̒́̃͑ ̵̻̞̭̦̗̭̭̲̞̩͊̒m̸͙̖͚͎̃̔͌̈́̐̍̀̀͠ę̷͈̙̦̦̜͓͖͑͌̈́m̸̛̠̣̓̆̏͆̚̚͝͠͝o̸̱̰͚͖̯̰̞̣͉̊͒̀̚͘r̴̙͔̦̗͚̘͔͚̥̄͋̒̽̔͋̀̚͝ÿ̵̯̪͖̹̝̹͙̲́͛̂̍̆̿̀̚͘͝ ̷̛̙̤̞̺̲͆̓̊̅̆́͝i̶̧̜̼͇̐͋̿͠s̷̼̱̉͑̂̎͂̆̍̎ ̵̨̧̯̮̘͉̦͍͖́̋͒͌̒̕ͅn̸̢̹̅̂̒͊e̷̬̩͇̼͗̔͐̐̕͘ͅe̴̡̨̪̖̟̻͓̠̳̍̃́̑͑̉̀͘ͅd̸͖̪͉͔͚̙̲̈́̇͜ȩ̴͇͎͉͖̫͇̳̀̑̄͂͋̾͗͠d̵̺̲̀̓͑̋͆̏͛͆̃̀

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead man naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan't crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

[froggywaffles]

The freedom of loving

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Ray x OC

TPN Fanfic (I don't own the promised neverland)

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than just love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending....

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

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Chapters:

Introducing: 𝘏𝘦𝘳

The welcoming to the cage

The opening of the curtains- let the show begin

The curse of the trapped dove

Minerva-?

The deception of a Cherry blossom

He knows, oh god he knows

Bad apple

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Links:

Wattpad

TikTok (trailers)

[froggywaffles]

The freedom of loving

——————

Ray x OC

TPN Fanfic ( I don't own the promised neverland )

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than just love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending....

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

———————

Series masterlist

——————

The curse of the trapped dove

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131045

Echo shot up out of sleep in a cold sweat, as in her head she had been living past events on loop. She was terrified, terrified beyond belief but she knew that she couldn't show it. She couldn't let Mama know that she saw what she saw.

Ȧ̴̬̈́̐̊̀͆̃̎̇͝g̴̙̜̽̾̈́̅̆͂̾͆͝ͅả̸̝͇ì̴̡͍̗̯̝͎̝̺̃̈̅̍̈́̀͊̅n̸̛̞̰̟͈͍̘̜͊͂͠ͅ

It was three in the morning, she stood up going to get a water from the kitchen when she realised Ray wasn't in bed. "Huh?" She turned around to see Norman in an uncomfortable sleep. Carefully the blonde tiptoed her way to the kitchen, as she was about to step on the first step at the top of the staircase she saw Ray walking from the bathroom into Mama's office.

Remember this Echo-

He's up late the girl thought as she brushed off the suspicious situation walking into the kitchen.

V̶̨̛͉̺̭͔̳͗͊̈́̔̌͐ȋ̸̻̠̫̲̙͒̇̍̌̀̽̆͘͘͜n̷̝̳̦͆͝c̸̨̪̗̥͓̊͜e̴̛̙͈͖̙̹͎͉͙̗̟͛̀̑͒͂n̴̛̗̹̹̲̯̳̺̽̄̐̀͂̎̌͠t̷̡̧̞͕͚͍̦̬͂̀̉̾͐̉͌̓̈́̚

Echo froze water in hand. Why was she think of him now? She hasn't seen him in over 7 years.

▊▊▊▊

No. Why is she thinking of this now, the shock of remembering ▊▊▊▊ she dropped her water. Causing the glass to smash all over the floor. All the pent up emotions she had been holding in and repressing all night came crashing down. She scurried to the corner of the room, sat on her heels, put her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. The shattering glass had caught the attention of Mama and Ray. They both stopped what they were doing and ran towards the kitchen not knowing what to expect.

"Hello?" Isabella called out while Ray stood next to her visibly tense. They were both tense, very tense until the small sobs of Echo reached their ears. The older woman walked over to her, seeing the position she was in. Ray following not to far behind, his heart dropped at the sight of Echo. Guilt rushes through his veins-.

"Echo sweetheart, what's the matter"

Echo didn't mean to be she visibly flinched at the sound of Mama's voice, and proceeded to cry more. Isabella held the small girl in her arms as she cried her self to sleep, Ray stood in the doorway unmoving. He didn't know if he should leave or what?

The morning came as well as the sun. Echo woke up in Isabella's room to Mama saying something. "▊▊▊▊Get up it's a new day" Isabella said with such cheer in her voice. She couldn't pretend she didn't have the strength.

"That's not my name Mama"

"Of course it is silly. Now come on Sa▊▊▊ it's morning".

"But Sa▊▊▊ this is the second time, you've directly disobeyed me"

D̸̛͚��͂̀̎̒͐̒͝y̶̧̬̗̖̱͐̂̾̂͛̀̑͘ǐ̴̧́̌͗̚͠n̶͓͙̂̀̾̈͘g̶̢̜͖̭̗̰̫͖̦͓̐͋̽̏̌͑̈́̈́͒͘ ̶̢̜̯̯͌͜c̸̢̟͍͇̥͓̳͇͑̈͑̅͠͠ͅĥ̸̻̘̪̘̣̩̜͕͈̞̑͊ẽ̵̞̟͕̪̩͚̽ŕ̷̡͉̯͙̞͔̱̖͘̕̚ͅr̴͎͖̮̮͇̤̩̻͍̻̈́̔͗͛y̸͉̮͙͔̱̯͍̰̑ ̴̢͚̻͖͖͉̥̇̔͗b̷̡͙̼̗̜̃̊̄̓̍͑l̶̨̩̘̬̥͍̜͙͍̲̓̆̇̆͗̄̓ö̵̢̰͚̭̟̼́̂̂̊͋͜s̵̹̗͓̖̪͇͈̺̓̈́̅̆̆̑̒̓͠ṡ̶̟̝̺̖͈̺̩̤̜̿̈́̀̐̽̽̏̚͝ͅo̵̩̫͍̼͑̌͝m̷̞̞̗͍͍̜̝̽̃̊͛s̷̠̘͊͆̍͌͌

Echo plastered the best smile she could mustered up and head down stairs. As she was about to enter the dinning room she heard the murmur of Norman trying to get Emma to smile so Mama doesn't get suspicious.

Y̶̛̟̬̝̹͇̖̔͑̏̆̆̿͐̀͌o̶̗͉̟̞̓̑̅̚ǔ̴̢̪̗̤̘̝̭̽͒ ̷̛͉̰̣̅̌n̴̛̞͉̼̲̤̪̱̖̭͋̉̈́͒̌̕͝ͅe̵͇͓͙͔͖̓̿̔͂̊̽̇͒̏̆͜ĕ̶͕͎̝̥̮̰̥̥̗̯͌͂͐̏͐̿̕d̴̡̲̱̜̞͍̜͈̏̔̀͘ ̸̺̅̽̎̏͆͐̈́t̷̜̘̬̑̈́̄̊̃̽̍̽͘͝ọ̴̱̇̾̍̈́͘̕̕ ̴̭̮́͒̄͜ŗ̶̝̼̮̭̠͓̻͎̰͛͆̿͌͝͠e̷̢̱͙͇̹͖͑̓̍́̕͜ͅm̶̜̹̞͕̣͓͑͒ḗ̷̮͉̘͙̘͐̊̿̂͜͠͝m̷̨͎͓̭̤͒̌͜b̸̲̩͇̃̀͋̒̃e̸̦̦̦̓̒̋̽r̶̰͋ ̷̧̢̪͈͙̩̞̠̝͌m̸͎̫̈̓̈́͛ơ̸̟̖͉̯͇͚̯͖̹̌͋̉̈́r̶̨̟̳̯̙̪̯͇͆́͐͑̋̽̄͊̾̚e̷̡̛̙̞̤͎̮͎͐̄̀̾͂̀̍ ̵̢̨̢̣̩̘̞̯̻́̊̃̆̇̕͠Ḙ̴̫̮̑̓͌c̷̨͔̦͈̣͎͚͗͛̌̑̇̆ͅh̸͉̳̰͇͓̻͋̑̔͒̎ǫ̶͖̪͈̺̠͔̳̟̈́̇̀̍͜

They now needed to live knowing what Mama has done. Isn't a mother suppose to love her childeren?

"Hey Echo? You okay?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by Ray.

"Yeah I'm fine, why'd you ask?" Echo smiled Ray can't know what happened to Conny, not yet.

"I was there last night" he placed a hand on her shoulder as her eyes widened in shock.

"Wha-No"

"It's fine I won't say anything, but if you need to talk or whatever I'm here for you, okay dummy?"

Echo was at a loss for words all she could do is nod.

Breakfast went on as usual the soft chatter of children filling the room the giggles and voices of the children played like a bittersweet melody on an off key piano for the trio who saw the truth. And being unable to fully remove the curtain obscuring the view of the world for everyone else, the curse of the trapped Dove, unable to speak up. The daily test came and went and all the children were playing outside or doing chores. Norman and Emma were tasked with putting the laundry out to dry.

"We should tell Ray." Emma stated as she looked over to the black haired boy who was sitting on the grass and leaning on the tree next to Echo.

"It would be a good idea. He wouldn't overreact or act rash about the situation."

"Yeah it's just getting him to believe us."

"Ray"

"Yeah Echo, what's up?"

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Everything, we are getting older."

"What about getting old?"

"Soon we'll leave here"

"You're scared of leaving?"

"More of moving on"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to hold on to my memories forever, eventually they will fade. I don't want you to fade Ray."

"You think you can forget me that easily? I'm offended"

"Oh shush you know what I meant."

The two children enjoyed the comfortable silence, unknowing of the futures events.

Who said love is dead.

"Echo!" Emma shouted from the laundry lines.

"Yeah?"

"Come quick I need to talk to you!"

"Okay! See you around Ray" she blonde smiled at Ray and ran to Emma, and followed her into the forest.

Something feels off

Ḧ̸͈̘͉̞̞ḝ̷̤͉̱̳̲̆ ̴̹̲́̃̈ḯ̵̼̥̝̰̀ś̸̲̻̘̝̳͆͑̽̔͌ ̴̢̟̱͓͇̫̰̋̆̐͆̈́͑̽̄̏f̸̛̹̪͋͋͂o̵̡̦̹̦̪͌͂̌̀̽̑͗͛̕l̷̨̠̫͉̼̰̠̰̏͗̃̂̐l̷̢̬̘̆̓́́̚ơ̴̡̼͔̮̩̬̻̒͜ͅẁ̷̱̟͇̮̠̍͋͠i̸̠̰̺̬̙̯͉͌̀͜ņ̵̘̫̼̮̀̊͋͂͘͝͝ǧ̶̟̮͔̄̀̃̑

"Yeah?" The blonde asked as her, Norman and Emma stood in the forest.

"Me and Norman think it's a good idea to tell Ray what happened."

"I don't see why not? He isn't one to react crazy over stuff" the blonde said fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

S̶̢̢͖̙͖͈̈̒̄̃̆̚͠ḫ̵̥̮͉̟̝̗̏́̆̉͐̏̐͊͊ȩ̸͉͂̈́̈́̔̽̍̓̌͠ ̵̳͎͔̙̭̼̿̾̀͒͆͝ḯ̴͚͚͈̘̰̠̖͓̝̦̉͂̅s̵̛̲̻̮͔̦̭̝̒̃͝͝ ̵̢̰̣̩̙̮̽̀̚͜͝͝n̷̫̤̰̙̚͜e̸̢̟̬̒ḁ̶̘͓͔̆͒̊̈̇͋͛͘͘͝r̸̢̹͓͇̙̯̠̐̓̊͋̋͛̾̌̇̽ḻ̶̒͌̽̄́͝y̷̱͖̮̝̙̘̋̽ ̵̡͔̫̝̦̙̞̩͍͙̇̽̋̔́̐̐͝h̸̨̝͓̳̭̞̼̠̥̋̽̇̄͒è̴̟̉̓̓̐̒̃r̴̨̲͚͍̞̍̌̉̋̃̍ẹ̷̢̛̞͍̱͍͎͇̳̫̆͛͋̓̎̾̾̚͝

"Tell me what?"

The trio practically jumped out of their skin! How long had the boy been listening, what did he hear??

"Oh, Mama is the enemy?"

"You took that surprisingly well"

"Well Norman wouldn't come up with a lie like that, Emma on the other hand..."

"RAY! You meanie"

K̸̨̥̦͇̩̺̞̑͜r̸̜̂͋͂͆͒̈́̀̐o̵͖͖͉̙̜̟͋̆͐͝n̶̡̛̩̝͔̱͍͕̓̔͆́̐͜ͅe̵͙͈̤͇̯̠͚͐

The noise of Mama calling the children back to the house was heard, the four children walked towards the house and into the foyer. Where Isabella stood with a small infant in her arms and another tall woman next to her.

Ṙ̷͎͔̦̮͂̒̓̄̒́̅̕ū̶̫̜̲͓̆̈̽̋͑͘͝ṉ̶͍̟͚̦͕͗̈́͠

"Children this is your new sibling Carol, and this is sister Krone she will be helping me around the house" Isabella smiled, most of the children were overjoyed at the new additions to their family. 'Another adult!??' Ray thought while looking at the sister wide eyed. Echo stuck her hand out towards the sister "I'm Echo, it's nice to meet you Sister Krone" smiling through the pure fear pumping through her veins. The sister bent down the the smaller girls' level and shook her hand "it's a pleasure to meet you, Echo".

Ŗ̶̯͋̀̓̈̆͊́͋̋͘u̶̺̥̦̭̙̦̦̤͕̓̋n̵͈̜̪̘̥̞͔͒͑̽̕͠ ̸̪͖̰͔̟͎̏͆̅̈̾̆̾q̵̜̟̭̈̈́ư̸̯̮̯̳͔͋̐͑͆̈́͑ͅi̷̢̛͉̘̱̳͉͐̐̓̐͘c̷̗̘̖̲̳̥̺͎̙̎̈́k̵̡̨̛͓̈̿̒̓̔̾̍͛l̴̼̙̩̼̟͔̠̰͒̋̓͆͆͋̿̚ỵ̶̢̟̰̬̗͓͓͓͍̍̆̔̐̕

The sister only gave the four a new obstacle stopping them from saving everyone.

They have to save everyone.

Letting anyone else die is out of the picture.

Dinner soon came and left, the sister's room was  in between the three children's rooms obviously to keep an eye on them. It was about midnight, Ray came out of Mama's office again.

S̸̨͕̰͈͔̯̭͛͑ȕ̷̢̧̢̧̧̦̭̥͕͕̋̍͋̒̑́̈́̅s̴̘̣͚̹̪͖̤̟̾͛͘p̸̡̧̰̲͒͘i̴̧̩̹̘̦͐̆̓c̵̢̳̱̟͍̯̯̮̽̀̃̀ͅͅi̸̳̔̀̾̂͑͝͠ǫ̸̞̹͎̗̗͑̇̈́̕͠u̶̡͕̪̹̟̜͖̿͑̊͊͝s̶̗̈́̊̉

He made his way down to the library to put the book he was reading away before heading to bed, but he found that Echo was still awake.

"What are you still doing up?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Ray"

"I was putting a book away. Don't know about you" he said putting the book back on the bookcase. Then pulling a chair and sitting on the table next to Echo.

"I couldn't sleep"

"Is there a particular reason?"

"Not really it's just- everything."

"I get it" He placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

"I promise it will get easier, okay Echo?" The boy stuck his pinky out

"Promise?" The shorter blonde girl said while their pinky's were interlocked.

"Yeah I promise"

P̷̡̰̖͖͍͇̄͛̍͆̔̈́̆̍̓r̸̰̫̻̫̜̳̻͐͝ͅo̴͓̟̘͌͝ͅm̸̨̮̯͍͙͝ͅi̸̭̳̖̿s̴̱̒̐͒͛̒͗̑͘e̴̯͕͚̲͑͐͠

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[froggywaffles]

The freedom of loving

——————

Ray x OC

TPN Fanfic ( I don't own the promised neverland )

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than just love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending....

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

——————

Series masterlist

——————

The opening of the curtains- let the show begin

——————

121045

As the sun rose, alarm clocks rang and the once peaceful and quiet house was now filled the laughter and annoyed groans of children. But today was a ʎddɐH day, Conny was chosen to leave the house to be adopted into a new family. Most were was excited for her, some were sad at her leave but for different reasons. Echo, Norman and Ray were setting up plates and cups filled with water for them and their siblings.

"NEEEAOoM!" Emma shouted rushing into the dinning room with Phil on her back,Thoma and Lanni following not to far behind.

"Good morning Norman, Ray and Echo!" The ginger said happily to her siblings.

"Good morning Emma."

"Mornin'"

"Emma good morning!"

"What are you five?" Ray questioned from her behaviour this early in the morning.

"I am not five! I am eleven like you three!" She grumpily shouted towards Ray. As giggles were heard from behind the eleven year olds.

"Mama your laughing too" Emma asked the older women slightly offended.

"Come on childeren it's time for breakfast" Isabella said motioning towards the tables.

Breakfast was filled with playful chatter, planning what games to play and remembering the nights dreams. Not too long after breakfast the children had their daily tests.

"Okay children the screens will turn on in a moment, try your best okay?"

The test screens were on, the room filled with silence.

Soon the buzzer to show the test was over buzzed, the screens turned off and the children removed their headphones.

"Now for the results children" Mama stated to the orphans.

"Congratulations Emma, Ray, Norman and Echo! You all got 300 out of 300"

Emma rose from her seat and cheered, Norman only smiled at her antics as the four were congratulated for their scores.

Scores. Get high scores.

"Apparently the house has never had four kids at their level at the same time before" a child said.

"I mean Emma has amazing athletic abilities and her great memories makes it easier for her to stay up by the other three, Ray an intellect who can compete with Norman and Echo, Norman is a genius who has one of the best brains and Echo on the other hand is a different breed of genius beating them all ten times over of an intelligence level and her athletic abilities come close to Emma's!".

Don suddenly stood from his seat and pointed at Norman and proudly shouted "Norman! I challenge you to a game of tag!" Norman laughed but agreed to the younger boy's challenge. As the children were leaving the testing room Jemima stopped Echo from leaving. "What's the matter Jemima?"

"Will you play tag today? You never play tag!" Jemima groaned looking up at the taller blonde-ette.

"The only reason I don't play is because I would beat you all!" Echo boasted which got an eye roll from Ray who was stepping out of the door.

"Well you'll just have to prove it!" Jemima smiled as she grabbed her wrist and dragged her outside.

"I'm forcing Echo to play!"

"Woooo!"

"Yay!"

"She is gonna beat us though!"

"She's too good!"

"GO!"

The children ran to the forest while Norman waited 30 seconds to give the rest of his siblings a head start before he came to tag them. Echo ran straight with Jemima following not to far behind. Echo lifted the curly haired girl into a tree, then climbed in herself hoping to wait out Norman up there. After a few minutes Norman spotted the two girls in the tree and began heading towards them, but not before Echo had hopped down with the younger child in her arms and broke out into a full sprint away from the white haired boy. Norman soon gave up on chasing the two for now and went after a few of the other kids while he thought of a plan to tag them.

Run. Run away.

There are now only three people left: Emma, Jemima and Echo. Norman spotted Emma and came up with a plan to trick her into coming closer to him so he could tag her. He proceeded to 'trip' over rock and face plant into a ditch. Emma worried that he got hurt jumped down from the tree she was in to go check on him, which resulted in finding out he was faking and she got tagged. That only left Echo and Jemima, then time went and Echo and Jemima were victorious.

"Told you I'd win".

Not fast enough. Run faster.

After their game of tag, time past and night fell. It was time to say Gₒₒdbyₑ to Conny. She was being adopted!

Conny walked down the stairs suitcase in hand, travelling clothes on.

I̸͚̟͇͚̊̉̓̏͂̋͑̃̈́'̶̲̬͌̽̈̐̔̊̒̚m̴̬͈̟̖̤̣͚̙̫̳̑̆̏͋͑́̄̕ ̸̩̳̪̝̣̊̈́̂̓̓̔ṡ̴̡̯̻͇̤͙̠̳̭͆͑͊͊̈́͋̂̃̚o̸̢̧̲̟͎̬̤̟̒̎͋r̷̡̡̝͍͊̊̈́͝ṛ̵̤̣͔̯̺̜͉͆̽̅͗̈̃̄͜y̴̨̙͓̺͇̰̌̍̕͝

She looks so happy.

I̷͓̗̬̼̽͑ͅ ̵̢̙̪͂̾͋̀̊͐͝͠ḍ̴̞͍̣͒͑̅̀i̷̧̨̫̫̤͊d̶̢̗͔͂̈́n̷̡̪̜̭̲̺̺̳̣̽͋̍͋̋̎͒̚'̴̯̲̫͗̽̇̓̋̿̾͘̕t̷̲̹͔̒͗̑̃͒ ̸̙̖͈̯̔̒͘͜ř̸̨̢̺̥͕̝̤̰͙͈̄͐̾͆̂̋e̵͇̭̠̣͓̘͖̬̞̮̚͝͝m̶͙̂è̴̝̙̥m̴̡̙͂̓b̸̡̧͉̟͈̫̩̬͍̿̂̾̿̓̉̊̃e̴̡̢̫̓͋̇ŕ̴̢̧̟̠͕̻̰̮̎̆̑̑́ͅ

Everyone was sad to see her go. Especially Don. But they were happy for her.

I̷̛͓̬͙͊͂̍͑̏̉̆ ̷̡̨̢̳̲̦̩̺̼̑͗͛͒̒̀d̷̢̫̝̥͙͑͐̔i̶̺̹̯͌̍̎̋̑̉̑́ḓ̵̠̬̙̩̜̈́̀̽̎n̴̬̝̲̤͒̂̾̏̚͠'̶̢̲̯̳͙̔̾́̂̄̾͆̉ẗ̴̮́̑̀͐̿͛̀͝ ̴̛̪̬̱̹͙̲̈́̌̓̂̒r̴̨̛̛̗̠͖̩̖̍̈̕e̶̥͇͐̑͆̉͌̚͝ͅm̷̛̘̗̞͓̺͎̉͂̎è̶̫̅̿m̴̘̥̘̭̲̌͆͊̑̏̈́͝͝b̵̝̜͔̏̏̑͐̈́̃̂̉̍̚ę̸̨̝̯̼́̀̈̊̔̏̽̋̀͠r̴͍͊̈͑̚͠ ̴̭̣̻̹̯̞͙̅̈́̽̊̋̈̓̍̕i̶̗̤͉̘̘̓̄́̃̏͊̍̚͝n̶̨͇͙̳̹̏́͝ ̸̨̮̟̹̊̀̓̓͑̅̚t̴̡̡͖̯͓̙̤͎̼͗i̴̯͇̩͉̇m̵̡̙̣̣̹̩̘͎͌̀́͜e̴̪͇͈̥̪̻̤̝̦͗̔̾̈́̅̀ ̴͕͙͈̭̖̫̗̪̈́̍C̸̰̮̣͕͚̭̗̙̯̟̏̋̐̃̚͝͝o̴̞̫̯̼̘̓̒̈̀͌̇̚͜ņ̶̨̡̜̭̭̲̠͌͘͜ṉ̷̤̦́̓̀̅͂͋ỹ̴̟̞͗̈́̋̄͋͠͠ͅ

She was going to a new family.

I̷̡͎̙͉͉͊̓͒̒͝͠ͅ ̶̨̳̓͐̒͐̊̅͛͜͝͝ẘ̴̗̲̲̹̥͉̖̣̔̓͜͜i̸̧̯̱̝̥͌̽̊͛͊͘̚ş̶̪̜̐͊̊͐̓̚͝h̵̢͓̟̳̗͇͍̖̊̒̓͐̆ ̶͔́̓͆̑̈I̶̹̒̈́̎̒̾̚͝ ̸̧̟̘̎̑͗c̷̡͓̰̬͔̤̪̱̈́̇̍͝ơ̷̟͍̍͊̓͠͠ȗ̷̘̬̎̂̒̚̕l̷̡̢͍̼̟͔͍̈́͆̄͒͆͐̐̓͠d̸̹̺́ ̶͕͙̼̳̞͖̫̇̿̂͌͜͝o̸͓͋͗͑͆̽̈́f̶̛̹͈ ̵̰̹͔͚̜̞̋̓͝s̵̡̠̥̗̥̩͓̳̞̽͘ä̷̧̝̖͈̺̲̳̻͖͇́̔̅̄͂v̶̥̺̟̭͚͖͍̪̟̔̊̍͒͛e̴͕͚͈͍̗̩̭̲̳͒͗́̌̅͗̄̍̕͜d̶̨̫͇̘̹̙̺̩͚͍̆̀̊̆͒͗̓̐̏͘ ̵̨̡̧̧͉̻̱͉͇̖̆̀̆̾̈́y̴̡̜̗͔͕̱̹̍̉͊͆͘õ̸̖̐̽̾͒̀̄̏̅̔u̸̡̖̙̠͌͒͛̌̍̉̓̌̈́

She was going to be safe.

I̴̢͔͕͈͑̃͌͑̅̒̓͘̚͜ ̵̺̲̰́̅m̸̡̨̛̼̘͉̊̀ǐ̷̺͔̼͖͔̅͌̏̈́͌̒̏͛͜͝ś̶̯̘̞͓̼̱̭̦́̋͝ͅs̶̛̙͉̪̱̼̯̤̑͂̇̂̋͆̌ ̵̪͔̖̠̞͚͑̏͑͠y̶̠̲̱͕͛͗̚͠ơ̷̧͈̖͖͍͉͉̩̈́̒u̵͕̒͌

She was going to be loved.

E̸̢̨͠͝v̵̦̲͕͔͉͖͕͚̤̈́̌͒̄͜͝e̴̼̣̳̓̈̾̀͂̆̌̈̚̚͜r̴̡̛̮͎̫͍̓̈ͅy̴͉̲̒̄̌ǫ̸̙͍͔̞̙̒̽n̴̡͕͎̟͇͎͋͜e̷̜̖͇̘͙̖̭͎̟͒̿̊ ̷̜͚̥̹̹͖͇̺̙̳̀̎͆̓́͂̄̚m̷͔̆ͅi̵͈̩̤̖̙̫̱͇͑̎̿̓́̚͜͝s̸̝̙͔̙̳̺̀̾̆͜͝s̶̹͕̩̖̃̌͊͊͝͝e̸̪̖̘̺̞̼̲̔̐͂̃̃̃͜s̵̜̟͓̤̍̆ ̸͎̟̱̝̗͚̠̑̓̒̽̈́̿͋͜y̸̢͓̎̍̏̂̔͒̉͆͒̑o̴̡̨̜͉̙̲̗̰̙̓̈́̇͐͌̀͝u̴̢̻̗̣̘̘͎̥̯̔͂̂

Everything was going to be okay. Don was crying, he loved Conny so dearly, he wish should could stay. But it was going to be okay because she was going to be loved and cared for by another family. Conny waved goodbye. She left with Mama holding her and tightly.

"Wait why is Conny's bunny here?"

What? No!

"We need to take it to her!"

Emma no! You can't....

"You need to hurry then."

Ray what are you doing? She can't....

"Echo are you coming?"

"Sure, why not? I might as well say goodbye again"

Stupid stupid stupid. I said you can't...

The three children Norman, Emma and Echo ran towards the gate where they were forbidden to go, bunny in hand trying to return it.

"Conny?"

"Conny we have your bunny!"

"Where are yo- C-Conny?"

"Nor-N-N-Norman? E-Ec-E-Echo?"

"Yeah?" The two said in unison.

NO I SAID SHE CAN'T !

"L-L-Look" she ginger said pointing towards the truck.

"No."

A door opened.

The three children were now under the truck.

Holding their breaths.

They realised making a sound could be fatal.

Were they going to die?

"More normal quality ones Isabella. How long until the premiums are ready?"

"Soon. Very soon"

"Good. The nobles will be happy"

"They've been waiting for premium meat for a while now."

Conny's cold, pale, dead body was stripped of clothing and put into a jar of blue liquid. Before they could hear anything else the three children ran. They ran as fast as they could. They didn't want to die. They didn't want their family to die. 

"T-that wasn't Conny right! I'm just imagining things right?" Emma asked. She was terrified, not for her but for her family, she wanted them safe.

"Emma..." Echo said in a pitiful tone.

"I'm sorry Emma but- it was" Norman so trying to sound calm.

Emma screamed. She was scared. They were all scared. If only it was a dream. They left bunny.

"Guys, we left bunny." Echo fretted.

"What?" Norman asked his 'calm' persona fell.

"We left it."

The three returned to the house trying to pretend they didn't just see Conny's corpse.

"Did you give the bunny back?" Ray asked montonely

"We missed her"

Then the three retreated to their assigned beds.

I told you so

This place wasn't an orphanage? It was a farm? And we are the cattle. The three thought as they fell into a shock caused unconsciousness.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

Ẏ̷̡̢̛͓̤̦̲̿̿͜ǫ̶̯̭̬̝̙̼̗́̒̈́̌͛̏̈́͘͘u̶̡̬̩̥̗̞͖̥͋̆̄͋̍̐̆̑͝ͅ ̸̡̰̗̹̲̘̣̤̺̲̀̐̈́͌̍̿ą̶̣͎̘̉̔͊͘̕ͅr̶̯̗̃̑͑͊͝ề̶̡̛̹͚̞̩͙̮͔͖͛̊̒̑ ̷̭͍͋͒͆̽̅̐̈́̃t̴͕͂̈͑̐̋͝o̷̧̥̭̱̽̈́͆̈́̌̿̎͠ó̵͈̹͕̄̐͗̾ ̴͉̣̗͉̼̭̝̜̦̎͒̉̂̏͜s̴̙̪̥̟̪̒̏͑͒͜ͅl̷̯̗̰͇̥̏̄́̚ͅō̶̢̠̠̣̝͇̹̠͋̒̐̌̓w̶̧̿̿̉̽̃ ̷̙̐̐̆̓͒ͅȳ̷̡̨̺̺̻̟͔͐͑̽̌ͅo̷̡̨͎̩̝̟̦̹̿̂̀͐̐̄̂͠͠ù̵͍͈́̄̊̍ ̷͉͈̘̖̦͓̳̃͑c̸̞̰͙͚̗̰̟͍̬̹͆̑̂̂͑͂̾͊̇o̵̧̡͙͇͈͓̤̱̫̎́͂͛͛̕ͅu̴̜̫̳̠̜̯̿̿͊̕̚͠l̷̳͖̫͖̯̪̈́̀̃͌͂͝͠d̵̡̛͈̤̤̖̖̣̣̩̥̎́͊̈́̅͗̑͝ ̸̡͈͇̿̈́̂̆̋͛̂̾͠͠n̷̹̋̀̉̇̈́͘̚o̶͕̹̹̰̩̞̬̎̓͘͘͠ț̴̹̻̱̹̋̎̉ ̸̠̳͓͙̠͇̘̈́͆̓s̵̰̪̜̮̯̻̀ȁ̶̩͎͉̦͛͘͠v̵̧̨̺̑̋͆̂̽̈͊́͘ͅe̵̢̒̆͑̅ ̴͙̟͖̀̽͌̍̅̓i̸̼̞͎͖̫̩̳̓͆n̵̢̧̝͕͇̗̮͕̔̑̐̑n̷̜̘̳͙̥͈̞̠̣̗̂̂̿̌̀͝o̴̳̤͕̮̩̹͕̼͑͊̎̉͐͌̏̍͜c̸̨̢̻͎̦̜͐̏̈́̍̾̈̕̕̚͠ͅe̴̡̧̞͓͓̪̻̦̲̮͒̏̍͗n̷̪̣͋͑̆̊͛c̷̡̗͔̖̳͎̟̱͌̒̅͊͑ẹ̷̮̠͗̒̉̎̏́͋̑̉͝

[froggywaffles]

The freedom of loving

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Ray x OC

The freedom of being able to love comes with a lot more than just love it comes with loss, pain, sacrifice and the chance of a happy ending....

Will they get to grasp freedom or let it take flight without them?

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Series masterlist

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The welcoming to the cage

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(Echo POV)

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It's dark.

Where is mother?

Where is Vince?

I miss Vince.

I have my bracelet. That's good.

I'm sleepy.

"Grandma the child has arrived"

Who is Grandma?

"Ah yes thank you."

"Isabella, this is ▆▆▆▆"

That's not my name anymore.

(3rd person POV)

"Hello ▆▆▆▆" Isabella said as she greeted the small child in her arms

"That's not my name. Not anymore" the small blonde-ette responded

"Oh? Then what is your name?"

"Echo."

"Well Echo, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Mama, I will be looking after you now."

Mama?

Isabella walked from the gate, with the small child in her arms toward the house. The giggles of children could be heard from outside the door before she opened it.

She picked up a bell from the cabinet besides the door and rung it to get the attention of all the children in the house.

"Children I would like to introduce a new member to our family."

The children looked up to Mama and the new child in her arms most of the younger children squealed in excitement.

"Everyone meet Echo. She is three years old, Emma dear could you show her around the house for me?"

Emma?

"Okay Mama" the small ginger said as Mama place Echo on the ground.

Emma grabbed her hand "come on Echo I'll show you everyyywhere!" Emma began to drag her by the hand to show her the house.

"Emma! You are going to hurt her!"

Who is that?

"I will not Norman" Emma utters grumpily her hand still tightly grasping Echo's wrist

Norman?

"Yes you will she is smaller than you!" The white haired boy interjected.

Emma spun around to Echo with a wide grin on her face and let go of the smaller girls wrist.

"Am I hurting you? Sorry if I did. But I'm Emma, I'm three too!"

"H-hi" Echo stammered.

"Emma look you scared her!" Norman orated. The taller boy turned and waved at Echo "I'm Norman it's nice to meet you, I'm also three."

So they are the same age as me? They seem nice I miss Vince though.

Echo smiled to back to him not knowing how to really reply.

Emma and Norman showed Echo around Gracefield House and she was introduced to many children:

Gilda who was two

Don who was two

Anna who was one

Reo who was eight

Micheal who was ten

Niko who was ten

Riley who was eleven

Kyreese who was eleven

And Ray who was three.

It wasn't long until all the children were called in for dinner, Echo sat next to Mama and Emma, The dinner was filled with the gentle murmurs of the children's conversations. Emma tried to use this time to get her new sibling to talk more than the simple 'hi' and 'hello' she used to greet the children she met.

"So Echo, what's your....favourite colour"Emma asked with her mouth filled with food.

"Y-yellow"

"That's a pretty colour! Mine is Red!"

Emma is loud she reminds me of Hiroto.

"Ummmm What's your..... favourite...animal" the orange-ette asked with a filled mouth once again.

"Uh..o-owls"

"Woah that's so cool! I like giraffes!"

The dinner continued with Emma asking random questions to try and get Echo to talk more. But dinner soon came to a finish and bedtime was fast approaching. The children all were sent to their assigned rooms to sleep, Echo was shown her bed which was inbetween Ray and Norman. The children soon went to sleep with the silence of the house lulling them to rest.

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us –

The Dews drew quivering and chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground –

The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity –

R̵̙͆̍̌̉̊̆̉̅̚è̷̻̺͇̓͒̒͌́̐͗͒̀m̶͙̫̈́̑e̵̩̗͖̥͉̩̗̫͂̉̋͘̚m̴͔̣̱͉̼̫̜̲͇̞̂͂͝͝b̶̖͕͓͕͇̣̌́̄̿̇̅̕̚ę̵͓̖͙̻͔͉̼͙͗̂̍͛̈́̑͐̕ͅṟ̴͍̥̖̞̈́̆̄̂̿̅̑̀͜͠