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All in the Life of a Loud	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 11493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no money off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
Some more Tumblr requests. None feature anything loudcest or lewd (other than kissing). I was asked why I started writing prompts like these... almost like I was purposely banning loudcest from my request queue... and I responded that I am a writer capable of making content for more than "one genre" in this fandom. I enjoy seeing what everyone has to offer, whether lewd, or loudcest, or safe, or whatever. And one day recently it occured to me... maybe there are some that want to see me provide that same variety of content.
Yeah, so this first oneshot is about Luna and a random girl in the music shop (from the episode "Roadie to Nowhere"). She's just called Music QT, I think. Someone on tumblr made a gag post asking people to make them into a ship. My response? Be careful what you wish for~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
Cannot Stop (Kissing)
From the very moment she stepped in the store, I knew in my heart that she was the one.
There was something about her. Something innocent. Alluring. Captivating.
She enjoys the same music as I do.
I latch onto that… and I latch onto her.
My hands are touching her shoulders. They are firm and strong. The cottony fabric of her shirt feels wonderful beneath my palms.
My heart is beating harder, faster. My lungs can't breathe fast enough. I am going lightheaded.
I sway into her, bumping our noses together. Her eyes widen in fright, and I feel my body swoon in delight. I am using her shoulders to keep myself straight. She is sagging under my weight.
I can feel her breaths puffing against my lips.
She is so close…
Her lips are parted in worry…
Those pink, satin pillows are so very close…
I look into her eyes and find myself falling into them. I am lost in her. I am drunk on her. I have even forgotten my own name. Anything. Everything. It is all her.
"Kiss me," I whisper, bringing my mouth within a hair's breadth of her lips.
"What?" she asks in confusion.
"Kiss me now," I repeat, firmer and with conviction.
She gulps and tries to back up, but I stay with her. She cannot escape. She is in my grasp, and I refuse to let her go.
"I can't. I have a boyfriend!" she exclaims in fright; her eyes darting around to see if anyone is watching.
"I don't care. I need you. I'm burning for you!" I plead.
Her eyes dart to the side, and slowly they return to my heated gaze.
"O-ok."
We hide ourselves in a closet.
My hands touch her face; I frame her jaw and guide her lips home to mine.
It is indescribable.
But it does not stop at one kiss.
It does not stop at two.
From that moment on we would never be able to get enough of each other.
We would never stop kissing in secret, in public, with our hands inter-twined and her hearts mended together.
We would not even stop as we stare at each other in front of an altar, and the minister tells me to kiss my bride.
She means the world to me, and I would do anything… just to keep kissing her lips.
Be My Valentine?
Valentine's Day came and left in the blink of an eye, and all of the residents in the Loud house were feeling affectionate and happy with the candies and tokens they'd received from their friends (and crushes?)
Lucy, however, was crouched in the vent.
Her bony arms were wrapped tightly around her knees as her face hid in her legs.
Her gloomy outfit was a little darker from the tear-stains her crying had made.
She was just about to write a poem about how lonely and depressed she felt… as the only sibling with no one that thought well enough of her to even give her a simply card… when she heard her bedroom door open.
"Lucy?" called Lincoln.
She sighed and wiped her wet eyes until they were dry. Then, she climbed down into the safety of her room.
"What do you want?" she asked, coldly and keeping her eyes toward the ground.
Lincoln smiled and knelt down in front of her. His eyes met hers through the dark veil of her bangs. He pulled a single black rose and a box of dark chocolates from behind his back.
"Um, no one should be alone on a day of love, Lucy. So… will you be my valentine today?"
She felt her eyes turn wet again as she reached out and grabbed the rose. She twirled it in her fingers, admiring the plastic thorns and fabric petals that would last forever. She looked at him and gave a faint smile.
Placing the black rose in her hair, tears running down her cheek, Lucy answered, "Yes."
And she slipped her arms around his shoulders (them being at the same height while he remained kneeling) and placed a teary kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you for being my brother."
He laid the chocolates aside and pulled her tightly to him, feeling his own eyes tear up at her uncharacteristic display of sincere emotions.
Lucy was never alone on Valentine's Day a single year after that.
The next year, she was presented with various deliveries and imaginative tokens from "secret admirers."
And as she came home from school, blushing from all the attention she had received, she looked at each of her siblings and her parents… her "secret admirers" that thought well-enough of her to make her feel loved and appreciated when no one else would.
And they pulled her into a big group hug, with her and Lincoln at the center.
She smiled, unabashed and warmly, as he leaned in and kisses her on the cheek.
"Thank you for being our sister."
Keeping His Cool
"No! I'm not gonna mud wrestle with you, Lynn!" yelled Lincoln, frustrated and a bit too hot from the summer sun.
Lynn, smirking and approaching slowly, put her hands out.
"Oh, come on, bro. You need to cool off, and what better way is there to do it?"
Linc raised an eyebrow and sniffed at her.
As he flung a hand out, beginning to tick off a list with his fingers…
A sneaky Lana began crawling across the ground with a rope in her jaws, and an unshakeable focus in her eyes.
"We could buy ice cream, Lynn. We could play in the pool, Lynn-"
Lynn nodded to whatever he said, her eyes occasionally glancing at that little girl stalking her brother like a lioness does its kill.
"We could, I don't know, sit inside the air-conditioned house and watch TV. We could-"
Lana's heart was thumping wildly; adrenaline flooding her veins. She made it to him and slowly got onto her feet. She spat the rope into her hand and grinned evilly.
Lynn looked at Lana.
Lana looked at Lynn.
Lincoln looked at the sky.
"We could try dancing for rain, Lynn!"
Yeah, they completely ignored him lame, boring suggestions.
Lincoln heard a sound behind him and turned.
"What the-"
And then he saw Lana leaping at his face, latching onto him like a koala. He started screaming as Lynn ran up and grabbed the rope. As his arms flailed for dear life, his sisters ran that rope over his arms, his torso, and his legs; and knotted it until he couldn't move.
Looking from one sister to the other, Lincoln's eyes fell in resignation and irritation.
"Seriously?"
The girls, smiling, giggled.
"Yep!"
And together, they put their fingers to his forehead and pushed him backward into a mud pit.
But, hey, at least the mud kept him cool that day!
In Absence
Ronnie Anne heard sniffling as she leaned against her brother's door.
This had been going on for a long time now. Months, actually.
She'd wake up and need to get a cup of water, and, when she passes his door, sometimes she'd hear him talking to himself… she'd hear him crying.
But it was never like this.
So, hopeless… despairing.
His tears were pronounced; his mourning was rhythmic.
This… was broken and inaudible.
She turned the knob and opened the door.
Bobby Santiago was lying face down on his bed, clutching tightly to a pillow.
Ronnie Anne approached with a worried look on her face.
She sat down beside him and sighed.
She didn't move or speak as his body shook and quivered; as his tears slowly dried up and his breathing steadied.
Then, she felt a hand grab hers, and she instinctually threaded her fingers with his and squeezed.
"What's wrong, Bobby?" she whispered softly to him.
His head turned toward her and she could see fresh tears forming.
"I-I miss her, Nie-Nie."
She smiled gently at him and put her free hand on his hair, beginning to massage his scalp.
"I know you do."
She didn't ask anything else, say anything more, as her brother hid his face in his pillow and expelled the pain of physical separation through tears.
She hummed to him a song she'd heard Lori sing to him when he was distraught, and her brother began to still and calm.
She saw him cradle that pillow like it was priceless, and she felt tears form in her own eyes.
She heard his breathing grow softer and deeper as she continued humming.
She let go of his hand and watched as he placed it on a corner, like he was cradling the head of his lover.
She chuckled in a whispered when he kissed the pillow, languidly.
"I love you, Lori."
She looked at his third finger where a silver ring rested, and she felt pain for her brother.
When she sensed he'd fallen asleep, she leaned down and brushed his bangs away and kissed his forehead.
"Just a few more months, Bobby, and then you'll be with her every day."
As she got up and went toward the door, she turned and looked at him.
She saw a man devoted to a single woman. A man in a city full of temptation, dreaming solely of the day when his fiancé becomes his bride.
And she smiled as she closed the door behind her.
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