ummm... look I originally made these as a JOKE then you guys liked them?? some how, and I started enjoying writing but the amount if reads in my one shot setires is ridiculous, soo umm yeah.. if I could get to 100 followers before April 8th, I can post a fan fiction IV been working on for a while.. watching and dreaming.. I know it's weird but this is how I would like it to turn out... and nobody has done it before... so... I thought it would be fun

Idk I'm having what some of you call brain rot. There is no day of Unity for this story, I mean, it didn't exist. Belos is not dead (yet), and I'll update whenever I want to :)

so as much as I really don't want to admit it. I'm out if angst ideas.. so it might take a few days to brainstorm more so for now it's fluff because you guys still need content. . so for the purpose of this story were gonna pretend Raine wasn't captured. after they played the duet eda still went back to Luz and king and adopted king.. but Raine is safe I just don't know where to say they live right now so.. yeah.. enjoy the break

Yeah idk, I just felt like writing my first ever oneshots so let's go

Eda sighs through her pillow, face heating up like there's no tomorrow. She can't even handle it and the fact that her sister isn't laughing at her anymore lets her know that everything should now be taken seriously. But the word seriously was never in her vocabulary now does it? "Edalyn." Lilith sighs, sitting on her bed with a sigh. "You're no picnic, you know that?" "Thanks for the words of encouragement." she snarkily replies, refusing to look up from her pillow and forcing herself to breathe through the fabric. Eda can already imagine her sister's arms crossing over her chest once she heard the brief shuffle from the corner of her bed. "You must really love dragging me through this, don't you?" "Drag you into what?" Lilith stands up, shaking her head in disbelief. How could Eda be this...this? Ugh! "Oh for goodness sake just confess already!" - or modern au! Where Eda and Raine can't handle the idea of confessing. Not until their friends help to give them the needed push.