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A Woman After My Own Heart	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 3876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Author's Notes:
Ok, so it has been a really long time. I'm sorry, guys. But I'm hoping I've regained my rhythm with this fic and updates will happen more regularly. Thank you so much for your patience and support~
Some important notes! First up, in one scene I imply that one character's gender identity isn't as black and white as it seemed. So, if hermaphrodites make you uncomfortable, please take note. Second, I threw in references to two brilliant artists and I hope you guys enjoy finding them~ Third, it had to happen some time, right? But, I reference Disney's Frozen (2013) in one scene because of the huge impact that fandom played on my life; the fact it is one of the biggest inspirations for this fic; and because I just really love Elsa and Anna so much. XD Finally, I threw in a reference to my own Luaggie fic, Worth a Thousand Words. Go check it out when you're done here~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
Chapter 14: Tears of Joy
A frying pan sizzled on the stovetop. A wooden spoon stirred a hash of potatoes, peppers, and onions. The toaster zipped loudly as it shot out several burnt pieces of toast. A lid popped as it was turned and pulled off a glass jar of jelly.
Luan leant back and looked at their dinner. It was the sorriest, saddest, weirdest mesh of flavors and ingredients… from the hash browns to the jellied toast to the… marshmallows? She looked down at her sister with a raised brow.
Lana merely grinned, revealing three fluffy morsels smooshed between her teeth. She giggled as her older sister swatted at her with the spoon. "Ha! You missed me!" She turned around, ran, and promptly slammed into the counter top, falling down onto her butt with a loud whine.
Luan sniffed. "That's what you get for eating your dessert before dinner. Now go wash your hands. It'll be done soon."
The blonde twelve-year-old rubbed her chest. Her tiny breasts were already sore enough from growing (which she never asked for, by the way). And now they were hurting even more. Ugh.
As Lana stomped off to the strange bathroom, Luan hummed. The barista looked at the meal and she frowned. It was pitiful. Really, it honestly was. But… Maggie didn't exactly know how to cook. And… she obviously didn't know what to buy to cook, so Luan had very little to work with. Tomorrow was Monday, which meant work; but she was hoping that… if Maggie wanted… they could stop by a grocery store and buy some more things. Things that are not marshmallows.
She heard a whisper of gentle steps, and then a hand ghosted onto her hip. She shivered under the light touch.
"Hello, Lu~" a sultry voice whispered into her ear.
Luan's shoulders slumped, her head fell backward onto a strong shoulder.
"Thank you for cooking~" that voice whispered hotly into her ear.
Her spine trembled. That hand rubbed in a circle on her hip. Luan turned just a little, and her brown eyes met Maggie's blues, and her mind stopped.
She licked her lips; her eyes darted down to Mags' parted lips. She wanted to kiss them again.
Maggie tilted her head to the side, and Luan suddenly saw a marshmallow appear in front of her face… slip onto the woman's tongue… two rows of pearly teeth gnashing down on it, and a swallow.
Luan really wanted to kiss her now. She had a feeling she'd taste like a marshmallow. She wanted to find out if she tasted like a marshmallow.
Maggie's second hand drifted to her other hip, and those fingers gripped her solidly. She couldn't move if she wanted to… and she didn't want to~
Luan felt her feet bump into hers as Maggie got just a little closer. They hadn't kissed since that afternoon. It was just the one time. And now she was ready to tally a second one; a third; a fourth… until they lost count.
She closed her eyes and leaned in.
She could feel Maggie's breaths puffing onto her cheeks.
And then she smelled the burning smoke as her potatoes turned into little rocks in the frying pan.
She turned around with a gasp, accidentally knocking Maggie away with her elbow. "Oh, shhhiiii-!" she barely caught herself from finishing that little word that she'd rather Lana not learn from her.
She picked the pan up off the stove with a mit, and she grimaced as the potatoes crackled and sizzled.
They were blackened ash now.
She laid the pan onto a cool spot with a thunk and sighed heavily.
Maggie's fingers danced along her forearm. "At least we didn't cause a fire."
Luan turned her head to look at her. She gave an awkward grin. "Y-yeah… I'm sorry, Maggie."
Maggie's eyes twinkled.
"It's ok, Lu…"
She let her fingers slide across Luan's arm as they pulled away.
"…we can always try again later."
And Luan blushed as Maggie popped another marshmallow between her lips and sucked it inside her mouth. Her eye twitched. Her heart skipped a beat.
Yeah. They were definitely going to try again later.
By the time that Lana came back, the two women had separated and were preparing the table spread.
Maggie was laying out plates and silverware.
Luan was bringing over the food, grimacing at how badly it looked… and smelled.
Lana eyed the burnt potatoes and then looked at her sister. She was going to say something because Luan never burnt food before. Her sister was an amazing cook! But she thought better of it and waited.
The three girls filled their plates with potatoes, peppers, and onions, toast with jelly, and marshmallows.
And Maggie, with a faint smile on her face, hummed as she put a charred morsel in her mouth and chewed it up.
Lana looked at the woman in shock, especially when Maggie promptly forked another potato and ate it without a single complaint. Then, she turned to look at her sister, whom hadn't started eating yet, and she was even more surprised to see Luan's eyes turn misty, her cheeks blushing.
Don't get Lana wrong. She was really starting to like Maggie, but she just hoped that Luan kept enough brains in her head when the girl was around so that she wouldn't burn food again.
Yuck!
For Luna, it was literally a dream come true when she blinked her eyes open to see a field of golden hair lying across her arm. She couldn't move, her arm was aching, and Sam's frozen toes were pressing urgently against her legs for warmth… but Luna wouldn't change a single thing.
She reached out with a hand and brushed those blue-dyed bangs out of her face, revealing a gentle, sleeping face.
And love bloomed deep inside her chest as she leaned forward and kissed the girl on the forehead.
"Angel~" she whispered.
The girl laying on her arm twitched her nose, and Luna smiled more.
She slipped her hand over Sam's naked side, tickling her skin, and she delighted at the way her lover squirmed closer toward her.
"Sto' it, 'una…" she growled lowly, furrowing her eyebrows sleepily.
Oh, now that was the most precious thing Luna had ever seen~
Using her hand to slowly push the girl onto her back, Luna leaned over the girl until she was halfway straddling her.
"Wake up, angel. It's time to get up."
Sam groaned and tried to turn away, but she couldn't escape.
"Nooo…" she whined. "Le' me sleep, 'unaaa!"
Luna smiled widely at that.
But as cute as her girlfriend was being, she did have to get their day going. She had work that day, which thankfully started later on so they could afford a little bit of time to cuddle. Besides, Luna kinda wanted to talk to the girl a bit before leaving.
She pecked the girl right on her eyelid and chuckled as Sam growled at her; finally opening up a single eye to glare at her.
"I told you to let me sleep, Luna."
Luna's cocky grin never wavered as she pecked her nose.
"I just thought my girlfriend would like to take a shower…"
Sam's glare softened, her cheeks tinging pink.
"…with me; but I guess she'd rather stay in this cold bed. Alone. Without her super sexy girlfriend to run her soapy hands up and down her nake-"
Sam pushed Luna off and started up and toward the bathroom, already reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.
"If that's what you wanted you should have just told me!"
Luna giggled as she saw her girlfriend trip while trying to hurry. She laughed behind her hand as Sam bumped her head into the wall and cursed; shaking her fist angrily while dressed in just a pair of boyshorts.
Luna started after her with a pleased grin on her face.
But then, she froze in her tracks when Sam leaned back around the doorway and bade her to stop.
"Um… Luna?"
And that's when she finally noticed it… as Sam fidgeted by the frame… giving Luna a quick flash of tight cotton fabric.
"Before we do this, there's something you should… probably know about me."
Luna gulped.
Yeah.
Those shorts were tight alright… just not for the reason Luna was expecting.
After dinner, the trio of ladies sat down on the blow-up mattress with a deck of cards between them.
Luan opened the deck and began shuffling.
"What sounds good to play?"
Lana smirked like a devil and nudged Maggie in the arm.
"Let's play strip poker!"
Maggie instantly exploded into a blush, which was made worse because she was probably (and totally was) looking at Luan's loose-fitting yellow pajamas and how they flowed over the woman's curves like water over a rock. The outfit was pretty cute, though, with little furry paw prints stitched into the hemline.
For some reason, Lana insisted they belonged to a coyote. Maggie wasn't really sure why the girl even mentioned it in the first place. It was kind of a random fact.
Oh well. Maggie's fingers went to her hair, done up in a ponytail to keep it out of the way for the evening; and she touched the little purple bunny hairclip in her bangs. Luan had found it in the store and gushed at how adorable it would look in her hair; so obviously she bought it. And she hadn't taken it out since.
"Lana, we're not playing strip poker," Luan broke Maggie's train of thought suddenly. "You're too young to be playing that game anyway."
Lana pouted.
"I bet you'd play it with Maggie if I wasn't here, wouldn't you?" the girl demanded childishly.
Maggie's blush couldn't get any redder or she'd likely pass out. But that beautiful explosion of color that lit up Luan's face like the Fourth of July? That was truly something to see!
"Lana, don't say things like that," she scolded her sister.
Lana smirked.
"I don't hear you denying it, sis," she teased with a lilt to her voice.
Luan growled while Maggie remained frozen in shocked embarrassment.
"One more peep out of you and you'll be going to bed early tonight."
Her smirking never leaving, Lana mimed zipping her mouth shut, locking it, and throwing away the key. She looked at her sister's glaring eyes smugly and without remorse.
Luan finally relented and leaned back with a sigh. She resumed shuffling, but paused when she noticed how quiet and unmoving Maggie had become.
Was she even breathing?
"U-um, Maggie? Everything ok?"
Inside Maggie's mind, she was sitting in a chair. And Luan was leaning over her with three (and only three) strategically placed cards on certain body parts. And the devilish imp was grinning as she whispered to her girlfriend in a sultry voice, "Pick a card, Maggie. Any card~"
Maggie was frozen in shock and confusion; her brain having shut down because for the life of her she honestly couldn't decide what she'd want to see first!
She suddenly yelped loudly when she felt a pinch on her arm. And she turned swiftly to see Lana's guilty hand hovering near her. She noticed how worried the girl looked, and she opened her mouth to reassure her that everything was ok…
But then, her eyes casually drifted over to Luan and she instantly focused on that cute face, that bright flush on two kissable cheeks, and those worried lips… and her blush started changing to a flush and she nearly squeaked in embarrassment.
It took Luan only a couple seconds to notice the change… and then, she began blushing harder, too.
Lana looked at the two women as they suddenly started looking at anything but each other, and she sighed in frustration.
Why do adults have to be so weird!?
Ronnie Anne and Lincoln were walking down the sidewalk; looking for all the world like a pair of innocent seventeen year olds.
And, well, yeah… they basically were.
Except Lincoln couldn't keep his hands out of his pockets, where a certain little item was waiting to be used.
And Ronnie Anne's eyes couldn't stop shifting with each passing car.
They were heading toward her apartment, where she lived with her mother.
The plan was to play video games on their day off like they did every weekend.
However, this week plans had changed. And, while they did plan to play quite a bit, video games likely wouldn't be involved.
When they were only a few blocks away, Ronnie Anne's sneaky eyes finally saw the car again, and she tugged on Linc's sleeve.
"See that car?"
His eyes followed it as it turned a corner.
"Yeah."
She started walking again; and took a detour into an alleyway near her home.
"That's the one."
Lincoln followed after her like a puppy as they came upon two silent cages.
"Ronnie Anne?"
She turned around slowly and put her hand on his arm.
It was trembling and cold, and Lincoln didn't know what to say to the intense, vulnerable look she was giving him.
"Would you promise me something, Lincoln?"
He put his hand on hers, gave it a squeeze, and nodded his head.
"Anything."
She nodded her head and turned toward the cages. She lifted a tarp that she'd laid atop them, and Lincoln gulped as he saw the beasts hiding inside each.
"I'm going to avenge Luan and Lana…"
She turned back toward him; her eyes fierce and her shoulders set in determination.
"…will you help me?"
He looked her in the eyes and he felt his heart skip a beat.
Honestly, he didn't know what to say.
So, he put his hand on her waist. He stepped closer to her. And he brought his lips down to hers.
He couldn't find words to explain the weird mixture of concern and fear and desire he felt stirring in his chest.
But when he pulled back from that kiss, he knew that he would do anything to keep her safe.
Ultimately, the only answer he would let himself give was…
"Yes."
She led him down the last stretch of sidewalk by hand. Together, they turned into her apartment.
Her mother was resting in a recliner with the radio on, listening to a local church broadcasting station.
The two teens walked over and gave her a kiss on both of her cheeks at the same time, making her smile and dote on them.
As they made their way up to her room, Lincoln couldn't help but notice how drab and poor every room was; how the carpeting in the hall was matted and torn; how the walls were chipped and dry-rotted. But somehow Ronnie Anne and her mother survived alone, while the so-called "men" in her life wasted their lives doing everything but being responsible adults.
Together, the two set down on her bed and held hands. They looked into each other's eyes as they laid down. They didn't speak much as their hands gently squeezed and their thumbs danced with their partner.
Lincoln leaned over her and looked into her eyes. He cupped her cheek and brought his lips down on hers.
Things weren't urgent between them. They went slow and steady; their hands never leaving their partner; their eyes never straying too far from their lover's; and their hearts beating as one.
Many people give themselves to the love of their life hoping for a future of prosperity; they pass up the little details, expecting to have time to truly get to know their partner in time, with experience.
But these two committed every little thing to memory; every sound and curve, every texture and breath; until the only things they could remember were Ronnie Anne and Lincoln, and how every part of their persons… mind, body, and soul… pieced together in perfect unity.
Luan and Maggie were laying down on the mattress, looking at a tiny screen held in Lana's hand. The girls were doing their best to pass the evening in the traditional way of watching a Disney movie.
Luan watched the little screen as it trembled in Lana's hand; as Elsa ran off toward the mountain, and her little sister was yelling for her, trying to find her, running blindly after her…
She sniffled as she put a hand on Lana's head and pulled the girl a little closer to her stomach. She didn't want to be overbearing or clingy… she just wanted to remind herself that they were still together. They weren't separated.
Lana was laying between the two women with little tears forming in her eyes. She tried to hold the screen steady, but it was just too sad. When she felt her sister pull her closer she let out a faint whimper.
Maggie, noticing all of this and not saying a word, gently took the phone (her phone) out of Lana's hands and held it up for the sisters to see. She didn't comment when they drew closer together and began cuddling. When Luan's hand touched hers, she opened up and clasped her fingers around her barista's without a second thought.
When Elsa began singing, began freeing herself from her chains and misery… alone and unwanted, but free nonetheless… Maggie felt her own eyes tear up.
She turned slightly toward Luan, and their wet eyes met.
Luan gave her an understanding smile and tugged on her hand.
Maggie slid over until her head rested on Luan's shoulder; while Lana's body was draped over her sister's lower half, still sniffling.
Luan put her arm around Maggie and held her tight. She kept her other hand in Lana's messy hair, gently massaging the girl's scalp.
And together, they watched their movie in silence punctuated only by the occasional sob and surprising giggle.
Carol did a lot of nothing after she left Bobby's apartment in the morning.
When Bobby got up and got ready, she got up and made coffee for him. When he walked into the kitchen with a frown on his face and misty eyes, she wordlessly put her arms around him. She held him from behind as he leaned against the counter and tried to regain his composure. He grew still as her lips kissed his cheek.
"It's ok to show how you feel, Bobby," she whispered to him, laying her head against his shoulder.
And he believed her.
He might have to be strong for everyone else, but he could fall apart in front of her.
She let him go to work with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to check up on him later that evening.
And then, she walked around the city and did nothing.
Hours passed and she realized she'd missed lunch.
So, she stopped in at a sandwich shop and got herself a chicken wrap and coffee.
She instinctually went to the corner booth and sat down.
When the door opened, she automatically turned (as was her habit) and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a blonde-haired woman in expensive clothes walk inside.
But when the woman turned in her direction, Carol's heart fractured… because for one fleeting second, she'd thought it was Lori looking at her.
She had forgotten… that Lori died.
She was just as broken as Bobby. And, while they could give each other comfort when they were together, she didn't have work that could distract her today.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled her phone out of her pocket, and the first thing she noticed was a voicemail from her sister, Leni.
And her heart broke a little bit more because she was going to have to tell her twin sister that Lori died. She was going to have to break her sister's heart and watch her cry.
And she'd still find no comfort to ease the pain in her chest.
An hour later, she was walking up the stairs in her apartment complex since the elevator was broken.
Soon, she put her keys in the door and opened it.
And she froze dead in her tracks as she saw a man standing in her living room in a fine suit.
But the most surprising part was her sister… whom had her guilty hands on this man's chest, her palms desperately trying to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles in the flawless jacket. Leni's eyes were wide in shock at having been caught red-handed. Her cheeks had exploded with fire. And she jumped away with a yelp that, if nothing else had given it away, proved her guilt.
And the man didn't fare any better as he stood awkwardly and blushed fiercely.
"U-uh, hi, Carol! Y-you… I didn't know you'd be h-home… now… b-before I finished hi- before we were done taking measurements…!"
Carol blinked.
Then, Leni finally noticed how pink her sister's eyes looked, how splotchy her cheeks were. She stepped toward her warily.
"Carol… are you ok?"
The man remained where he stood in awkward silence, but his eyes watched Carol carefully as the girl slowly made her way to the couch and received a hug from her sister.
He tried not to eavesdrop as Carol whispered something into Leni's ear. He stood straighter as Leni turned back toward him and apologetically asked him to leave.
Carol watched as he nodded with a caring smile and headed toward the door without a fuss or single prying action.
When they were alone, Carol turned her eyes toward her sister's and opened her chapped lips.
"Lori…"
Leni rubbed her back. She'd heard her sister cry many times before about her pain and unrequited feelings, so she already knew how to best handle the situation.
"…she died yesterday."
And Leni's hand froze as she gasped in shock.
"W-what?"
Carol couldn't speak again as she latched onto her sister and cried in her bosom.
Leni put her arms around her and held her tight, even as her own eyes began to tear up. She rocked her sister gently and began humming to her, rubbing her hand along the woman's back.
And as her sister fell apart into sobbing tears, Leni placed a kiss on her head and hid her own crying eyes in Carol's golden hair.
As night fell, Lana didn't want to move away from her sister. But when Luan nudged her to go get ready, the girl begrudgingly got up and headed toward the bathroom. And then, Luan turned toward Maggie with an awkward smile.
"I, um… I know you like sleeping… y'know…"
Maggie blushed as she tried to meet Luan's eyes.
"So, Lana can sleep here with me while you take the bed."
Luan was blushing fiercely and rubbing her neck with a touch of guilt. She was trying to force herself to be a good older sister… a good guardian no less. But, still, she couldn't help but feel a little peeved because she was kinda looking forward to this night.
And if Maggie's blush and guilty frown were anything to go by, the woman shared Luan's thoughts exactly.
However, instead of agreeing, Mystery smiled and shook her head.
"No, I'll just have to suit up and deal with it."
Luan blinked.
"A-are you sure?"
Maggie nodded.
"Yeah, I can't let m-my…" She nearly choked. "…you girls sleep alone when you're feeling a bit down."
Luan ducked her head down and bit her lip. She was blushing even harder because she knew exactly what Maggie started to say and she kinda really wanted Maggie to say it for real.
"O-ok," Luan whispered shakily.
Maggie watched as she got up and went to the bathroom to check on Lana. And then, she got up and headed into the kitchen. She hummed as she checked the cabinets and fridge. There wasn't a lot but she did find chocolate syrup and whole fat milk.
She smiled as she put them on the counter and whipped out three cups.
So… she didn't really know how to make it. So, she just… unscrewed the cap for the syrup and tipped it over… and gasped as a huge glob fell into the cup.
That was definitely too much. But what could she do?
She sighed as she picked the cup up and tried to pour some of the syrup into another one… and then the third one; until all three looked relatively equal.
Smiling, she poured milk into each one. And then waited.
But nothing happened.
She tilted her head in confusion as she picked a glass up and looked at it closely.
Then, she picked up the syrup bottle and read the instructions… and smacked her forehead when she realized that doi! she had to stir it up!
By the time her guests were finished, she had all three cups ready and waiting on the counter and she presented them with a smile on her face.
Lana bounced over and took hers with a wonderstruck face and moaned greedily as she took a huge gulp.
Luan chuckled as she sipped hers much slower but no less appreciative eagerness.
Maggie secretly delighted in the little sounds Luan made as she savored that chocolatey treat; blushing as she drank her own.
Lana finished hers and rinsed the cup out in the sink. When she turned toward them, the women giggled because she had a mustache on her lips… but the girl didn't care! All she wanted to know was: "Maggie! Can we have chocolate milk every day!?"
Luan was just about to scold her sister for being incredibly rude, but Maggie beat her to it.
"Of course you can, Lana."
Luan let it go, but she resolved herself to have a talk with Lana about her manners.
Before anything else could be said, Lana jumped forward and put her arms around Maggie again.
"I like you a lot, Miss Frost."
Maggie smiled as she ruffled the girl's messy blonde hair.
"I like you, too, Lana."
Lana looked up at her with a face of complete innocence and sincerity.
"You should marry Luan."
And Luan coughed on her drink as her face exploded with the billionth blush of the day; and Maggie's hand froze as her eyes burst in shock and her lungs seized up.
Lana closed her eyes and hummed, not letting go of Maggie for a single second.
She was totally serious. She liked this woman. She kinda wanted to see her around for a while. She wanted her sister to be happy. And she was beginning to believe that it was fate that led these two women to meet… and when fate brings two people together, they get married!
The girls laid down on the blow-up mattress; Lana giggling as the center squished in and everyone rolled around helplessly. She hummed as Luan pulled her to her stomach and held her close.
And Luan purred as Maggie moved behind her and put an arm around her waist, spooning her. She didn't move or make a peep when she felt a hand move her hair away from her neck or when she felt a pair of lips press softly against her skin.
Instead, she turned her head slightly and presented her lips and she hummed when she felt Maggie's mouth connect with hers.
"Goodnight, Maggie."
Maggie held her barista tightly as the woman and her sister fell asleep. But try as she might, she couldn't relax her mind enough to fall asleep.
All she could think about was Lana's innocent suggestion… and how wonderful it truly sounded.
Soon, she was imagining it herself…
Maggie and Luan, standing under a tree right beside a chapel and saying their vows to each other with no one witnessing but the world itself.
The tug she felt on her heart as she kissed her bride in her imagination was so strong she felt her eyes begin tearing up anew.
But, this time, they were tears of joy.
Random Notes:
Did you enjoy seeing Maggie make chocolate milk for the first time? Haha, that was really fun to write.
Ok, so, we have definitely made it passed the halfway point for this fic. I have several side-plots to wrap up and really I only see there being three issues with the main plot left before this story can be closed. Honestly, I do not know how long it will take, but my earnest goal is to reach 100k before I finish as a personal achievement to my writing career.
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