Noremma Oneshot Collection

Ambush {🥰}

Thoma and Lannion crouch behind a tall bush, their paranoid eyes trying to peer through the leaves for any sign of their pursuer.

They freeze as they hear the snap of a twig nearby, the both of them fighting the urge to scream.

Someone was coming.

The boys glance at each other with wide eyes, telepathically trying to decide whether to stay put, or risk making a break for it.

A flash of orange suddenly leaps over the bush and lands between them with a thud, watchful green eyes staring down at the two as their pursuer's lips curl into a menacing smile.

The boys shriek in terror as they bolt away into the trees behind them, their little legs carrying them as fast as they could go in hopes to escape their doomed fate.

Emma takes off after them, weaving through the forest with ease as she gains in on her two victims. Her devious smile never leaves her face as her pounding feet bring her closer and closer to her little brothers.

She looks over their heads to the path in front of them, noticing a rockier terrain that would surely slow the boys down.

The orange-haired girl cuts left and sprints ahead just as Thoma and Lannion begin to stumble on the loose stones beneath them. She comes around and skids to a halt in front of them once again, putting her arms out in front of her. Her outstretched hands catch the boys' shoulders before they had time to dodge away, tagging them for good.

"Aw man, we were so close to getting away!" Lannion exclaims, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Are we the last ones caught at least?" He asks as he looks up at Emma, the slightest glimmer of hope in his dissapointed voice.

Emma chuckles at the boys' mopey faces. "Almost!" She says with an encouraging wink, "But Norman's still the last one standing."

"Ugh, he's gonna win again, isn't he?" Thoma whines.

The green-eyed girl taps a finger to her chin with a sly smile. "Hmm... we'll see about that." She looks down at her brothers once more. "You two should head back to the others now. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" Lannion says as he starts to walk away.

"Go get him, Emma!" Thoma shouts, following suite.

"Yeah, don't let him win this time, Emma!" Lannion adds.

They wave goodbye as the duo make their way back to the house, chattering amongst each other about their strategy to win tomorrow's game of tag.

Emma turns to run off deeper into the forest. It was time to set the trap for her final target-- Norman.

Being the smartest kid that Gracefield has ever known, Norman always used his ingenuity to outwit his opponents during their outdoor games, guessing and manipulating his siblings' every move. Because of this, he's won every game of tag as both the tagger and the taggee, even if he was a bit weaker in terms of physicality compared to some of the other children at the house.

Emma on the other hand was one of the most talented athletes of Gracefield house, her speed and agility only having barely been matched by Ray or Don.

These skills of hers had helped her to catch the rest of the kids with ease today, but now she would try her hand at outsmarting the unbeatable Norman with a plan she had been conjuring up for the past little while.

The ginger haired girl jogged quietly through the woods until she reached the spot she had scoped out days before.

Here, the forest began to thin out a little as it opened up to a hill with an easy slope. The patches of dirt on the ground were soft and impressionable, since none of the kids usually came out this far to pack down the loose soil with their stomping feet.