Well, my first time writing something like this... here goes...

So this is a story I've had in mind for a long while, and while some of the specific details have shifted and changed, the premise was always consistent; A story of what happened with Lincoln and his sisters after Ronnie Anne moved away. After wondering what to do with it for a long time, I decided to finally give it a shot (Plus, I was convinced by a friend to stop being a pussy about the whole thing and just get it out there).

So, just for fair warning; this story will contain incest, a possible harem, mental illness, obsession, sex, language that would get your mouth scrubbed out with soap for, and some violent content. But don't assume this will be a completely dark story. I like to think of it as a mix of darker and lighter stuff (though keep in mind, I've found my standards to be a bit screwy).

All I can do is ask that you give it a chance, and find out for yourself.

Ronnie Anne Santiago was not a patient person.

That's what the young woman realized as she looked out the window of the diner, watching and staring as crowds of people walked past the small establishment. It was a particularly dark and rainy Friday night in Royal Woods, though perhaps that was just her perception of what was going on outside. The managers of the 1950s styled diner that Ronnie Anne was currently sitting in had ordered the installation of more darkly tinted windows, likely for nothing more than aesthetic purposes. Ronnie Anne couldn't deny there was an appeal, but also couldn't deny how frustrated she was that it, along with the soft raindrops and slight mist, clouded her perception of what was going on outside.

For she was waiting for someone. Had been, for a long time. While she had only been waiting at the diner for about half an hour, the truth was she had been waiting for years for one certain snow haired boy.

And now she was gazing at the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, so she could prepare to yell at him for keeping her waiting.

Maybe yelling isn't the best way to greet a friend after 8 years apart, Ronnie's more compassionate and considerate side told her.

Fuck off, the aggressive and confrontational side responded.

Ronnie Anne grinned slightly. She hoped, for Lincoln's sake more than hers, that he would arrive while the softer side she hated to admit existed still held a little sway over her.

And as that thought crossed her mind, he burst in.

Lincoln Loud, a healthy nineteen years of age, practically rammed down the front door of the diner, his eyes glancing widely around, looking for the Hispanic woman he had agreed to meet with.

The dark blue jacket that he wore over his usual orange shirt was completely drenched with rainwater, but Ronnie's eyes looked more upward, towards his hair. It was also sopping wet, tiny droplets dripping from his hair onto his body and the floor. It almost looked like he had just emerged from a shower, Ronnie realized with a small blush. The young woman turned away slightly; she wanted to be angry at him. And it was hard to be angry at someone when he never looked more handsome to her.

The gasping young man turned his head in her direction, and the look of desperation and worry completely evaporated on his facial expression, replaced instead with happiness and fondness, bringing more red to the woman's face. He began to approach her at the corner of the diner, his arms swaying at his sides, giving Ronnie a good look at how tall he had become. When they were younger, they had stood at roughly the same height, but Ronnie now recognized that those days were over, especially as she stood up herself.

"Lincoln, I can't believe after all this tim-" the scolding she planned on giving the young man was cut short when Lincoln immediately wrapped his arms around Ronnie, pulling her in for a hug that somehow managed to warm Ronnie Anne, despite the cold water on Lincoln's body. She found her head slightly touching the bottom of his chin, causing the height difference to become more apparent to her, as she felt completely enveloped by Lincoln.

And though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, least of all herself, she loved the feeling of being with him, especially after so long. The fires of anger that had built up inside her calmed gently, and became small embers of warmth.

"Ronnie… I missed you so much," he whispered to her, and those embers leapt to both of their faces.

"Awww," she heard the waitress, a fat elderly woman with hair almost as white as Lincoln's, go behind them, which caused the two to separate from their embrace.

"L-Lincoln," Ronnie struggled to find her voice, but quickly managed to do so, "We barely speak for years, and the first thing you do is call me over to an anachronistic diner to h-hug me? I ought to call the police on you."

Lincoln chuckled softly. "Sorry, Ronnie Anne."

The young woman calmed slightly as he said that, and quickly cleared her throat. "I'll let it slide once, because we were friends before."

"Friends before?" Lincoln asked, "Aren't… aren't we still friends?"

Ronnie sighed. "We were friends years ago, but we've barely spoken since."

"Right, but… you came to Royal Woods. Because we wanted to see each other…"

"I came for a lot of reasons," Ronnie said, though the sudden despondent look on Lincoln's face made her reconsider her words, "Though… you were high on the list of reasons," she said with a slight blush, glancing away from the young man.

Lincoln smiled softly at her, before frowning slightly. "I'll assume another reason is what happened with Lori, right?"

Ronnie swallowed, and nodded her head, her ponytail bouncing up and down as she did. "A lot of why I'm back here is because of your family. After what happened to Lori… well, Bobby hasn't been much the same. He's gone through depressions and denials and the whole wide range of emotions. I tried to help him through, but… he really loved your sister, Lincoln."

"I know," Lincoln said gently, "He was one of the kindest guys I ever gotten to know. I don't doubt for a minute…"

"Which brings me here. With you, Lincoln. I… I need to get a clear picture of what happened. What happened with you? And Lori. And your entire family."

The young man rubbed his shaven chin in thought, considering it. He almost considered turning her down and threatening to stand up and leave if they didn't change the topic to something else, but one glance over at her, at her large, beautiful brown eyes made his foundation weaken. Lincoln finally nodded and took a seat on one of the stools before the window, Ronnie Anne sitting beside him.

He glanced over his shoulder, at the older lady standing behind the register. He raised two fingers in the air and shouted "Two coffees, please," at her. She nodded, and began to prepare the two hot drinks. Pouring the bitter liquid into two small white cups, placing them on small plates and bringing them to the young man and woman.

"You people are fast," he said jokingly to the elderly waitress.

"Remember that when you give me my generous tip. And I know it will be generous," she responded, placing the coffee on the counter in front of the two of them, before turning away and back to her original place behind the counter.

"Yes ma'am," Lincoln whispered as he grabbed the handle of the cup, and brought it closer to his lips. He poured the coffee into his mouth, the warm liquid helping his nerves slightly. He turned back to the Latina woman, and all he really wanted to do was admire her; the way her eyes shined with a passion and fury, the way she bit her lip when she was feeling impatient, the way a long, bold strand of her dark hair covered a part of her welcoming face… Lincoln knew what he had to say was going to upset her, so he smiled softly as he studied what a beautiful woman she had grown to become. If he ever had a regret, it was that he couldn't be there to have grown up with her...

"Ronnie Anne," he said, her name heavy in his voice, "What I'm going to tell you won't be pleasant for you to hear. I'm actually scared, if I'm being honest. I know you might view me, and my family, in a new and different light. We've… I've held a lot of secrets, from you and from the rest of the world," he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in its place, "So, Ronnie Anne, you're going to hear the story about our lives… my life, after your mother took you to the city."

Ronnie Anne nodded confidently, and Lincoln smiled.

"Well, let's start where every story starts; the beginning. You see, a long time ago, there was an event known as the Big Bang, where many cosmologists believe…"

Ronnie Anne smacked Lincoln on his arm, and the young man grinned playfully at her.

"I'm not in the mood Lame-O," she growled through her teeth.

"Glad you still remember that old nickname," Lincoln said as he rolled his eyes, but another fist made by Ronnie Anne made the young man flinch slightly. He put his arms defensively, "Okay, okay. Let's skip ahead a few billion years…"

Lincoln Loud lay on the couch in his living room as he usually did during the afternoon, the remote control in his hands as he flipped from channel to channel, searching for anything to take his mind off the events of earlier that week. He wasn't looking for high class programming or some award winning television drama… he was completely fine with watching even trash if it was good.

But good trashy television was not to be had on the Loud House's cable box, as Lincoln switched the TV off and was left his thoughts.

Thoughts about one girl.

Ronnie Anne.

The girl who had shown up into his life, stole his heart, and moved away with it to another city…

"Aww," said the adult Ronnie Anne teasingly.

"Please don't interrupt," Lincoln said, his face flushing crimson as he continued…

Now the young boy felt more alone than ever, with one of his closest friends, especially one of his closest female friends (and he often thought of her as a girl, much to his embarrassment) had departed Royal Woods. He sighed again as he recalled that his other best friend, Clyde McBride (who he did not think of as a woman) was absent for the afternoon, at a dentist appointment. He wondered if the dentist Clyde was with was Dr. Feinstein or his mother. Maybe he could call in with his mother to check.

His mind then drifted to thoughts about his sisters. He glanced up at the ceiling, listening to the loud buzz that was occurring above his head; a mix of different voices, sounds and noises that all ten of his sisters were busy creating. Lincoln shrugged. "I guess that's why they call us the Loud House," he said to himself, as he chose to get up from the couch and walk up the stairs, his hands gliding along the woodwork as he reached the top. The young eleven year old stood in the hallway, and listened to his sisters.

From Lori, he could hear her talking loudly on the phone with her friend, though you wouldn't know if you heard her. She spoke abrasively and angrily, though Lincoln knew she didn't mean it. His eldest sister was under a lot of pressure, he realized, with preparations for her future, specifically college, in mind. In addition, she was dealing with much the same pain as he was, when the Santiagos left for the city. Perhaps moreso, as Bobby and her were in an actual relationship, rather than him and Ronnie Anne trying to figure it out between themselves. He felt sympathy for his eldest sister, and perhaps she did as well, as Lori seemed more content to spend time with him than usual. They needed each other as they dealt with their friends' leaving, he figured.

From Leni, he could hear her slamming her body into the wall over and over, clearly even more confused than usual about the matter. The fashion obsessed girl had never been the smartest of the bunch, but she was always the sweetest and kindest, that everyone could agree on. Thus, she often stood in as a motherly figure, especially to the younger siblings like the twins and Lily.

From Luna, he could hear her aggressively singing rock lyrics in a British accent while playing on her axe. Luna had an interesting role in the family; while it was clear that Lori was in charge no matter what, it was also clear that Luna 'out ranked' Leni, in a sense, something that no other sibling did to their older sibling. But that rarely came to her mind, as the rocker girl was far more fond of her music than a weird sense of power in the family structure. Aside from that, she had kinder moments with her younger siblings, much like Leni. Though she was often prone to outbursts and threats than her blonde older sister, Lincoln recalled with a bit of a shrug.

From Luan, he could hear her repeating jokes to herself over and over, amusing herself and presumably memorizing them for upcoming events. Luan was incredibly passionate about making people laugh, as she considered it one of the purest delights in the world, and she took her jokes and pranks very seriously, practicing and training for them to be their absolute best, yet still having a fun sensibility about her. Yet, there were moments that the young girl went through that made Lincoln, and a few others, question whether she was completely in control...

From Lynn, he could hear her kicking a soccer ball at the wall, the loud bounces of the sphere drowned out by her cheering for herself. If there was one thing everyone knew, it was that there was nothing Lynn Jr. enjoyed more than athletic activity, but Lincoln had another way of viewing her. Lynn was one of his closer siblings; not only in terms of age, but also in that they had a unique bond together, enjoying spending time with each other despite the many fights that ensued between them. Perhaps it was a balance; Lynn was incredibly tomboyish, while Lincoln wasn't as strong as most boys should have been. She was the yin to his yang. Or maybe the yang to his yin. He forgot which was which.

From Lucy, he could hear her reciting her dark and morbid poetry, filled to the brim with depressing themes and dark imagery of death, despair and the supernatural, so long as it pertained to vampires and ghosts rather than elves and fairies. She had a calm maturity for her age, but was still unfortunately withdrawn from the family, usually only confiding in Lincoln, Lynn and occasionally Luan. Otherwise, she had taken up a new hobby of lurking around the house, spying on her siblings and their activities for her own purposes. Purposes that everyone was comfortable being unaware of.

From Lana and Lola, he could hear their bickering and shouting, mostly aimed at each other. Out of the roommates, they were the strangest match up, the most different in terms of personality; one prim and proper, the other dirty and muddy. Lincoln was surprised they could even share a room, much less be very close friends, despite their constant arguing. He was incredibly fond of them, as they most often turned to him for comfort and to settle their disputes, and he had bonded greatly with them.

From Lisa, he could beakers shaking and chemicals exploding, as they often did in her room. She was without a doubt one of the smartest of the Louds, capable of producing a wide array of inventions, and it was often joked that she could do anything except create time travel, which gave Lisa a new goal; to find a way to travel through time to the past, just to spite her siblings. But outside of general sciences, the girl was highly skilled in the fields of psychology, human social interactions and societal studies, skills that she would gladly employ to her advantage against her siblings. But she still loved them, and had only their best interests in mind. At least, Lincoln hoped so.

And finally, came Lily. What could be said about little baby Lily, other than that she was the most beloved member of the family? In fact, it was widely agreed that if anyone of the siblings were asked "Who is your favorite sibling?" then the only acceptable answers were the sibling that asked you, and Lily. The baby had shown a surprising intelligence already, perhaps influenced by her time spent with her genius roommate, but the fact remained that the baby could solve puzzles too complicated for toddlers, pick on phrases and use them appropriately, and generally show signs of intelligence that, while not at Lisa's level, still revealed a certain degree of intelligence. Lincoln had high hopes for her.

They all did.

"Um, Lame-O… I already know your family. I haven't been here for a while, but it's hard to forget some of them."

"Of course, but see, I listened a few of our general traits, some things that I feel you should keep in mind, because, Ronnie Anne, the truth is our lives were far more complicated than what I listened."

"What?"

"You see, everything that I just listed," Lincoln said as he took another sip of coffee, before setting it down and reaching for a nearby packet of sugar, "is just an image we may have accidentally created for ourselves. The truth is… there were secrets lying in there, and relationships far more complicated than anything you could imagine."

"I-I'm confused," she said.

"My point is… there were things going on behind the scenes. I'll talk more about them as I go along, but... let's just get back to where we were. If I recall correctly, I was about to get a phone call from the President…"

"Enough with the jokes, Lincoln," she said in an aggressive tone.

Lincoln sighed wearily. "You know, Ronnie, you really need to lighten up…"

As Lincoln stood at the top of the stairwell, he noticed the sound of the soccer ball Lynn was using had stopped, and a few moments later, the young brunette tomboy had opened the door to her room and left. She did a few stretches outside her door, preparing her arms and legs for even more exercise (she relished the thought with a grin) before she caught sight of her brother.

"Hey, Linc. What are you doing by the stairs?" she asked.

Lincoln decided to be honest with his older sister. "I don't really have anything to do right now, so…"

"Great!" Lynn said excitedly, rushing up to his side, "So that means you're free right now. So you can come jogging with me, right bro?"

"Jogging?" the white haired boy asked, in a tone that clearly indicated that he would rather not.

The athlete nodded her head, small beads of sweat flying from her hair to his shirt, much to his discomfort. "Come on, Linc, let's go jogging together. It'll be fun. You know you want to spend more time with your favorite older sister," she said a bit teasingly.

Lincoln was about to give her a clear and refusing "No!" but when he faced her to tell her, he found himself staring right into her puppy dog eyes. Her dark brown eyes, the color of amber, widened to meet his blue eyes, pulling him in closer. She even employed a new technique of slightly quivering her lip, and Lincoln found himself unable to deny his sister.

"Alright, Lynn, I'll go jogging with you," the young man agreed reluctantly. Lynn pumped her arm in victory, and threw her arm around her brother shoulder drawing him in closer, hugging him with a huge grin on her face. Lincoln felt their faces press together, the soft warmth from her cheeks transferring a little to his, and his arm lightly brushing against her chest by accident. Even though it was less than a second, Lincoln could register and feel the softness of his older sister's maturing breast.

But it was only a second, as Lynn released her brother from her grip, ending the contact between them.

"I betcha I'll reach the edge of the block before you do," she said, throwing her younger brother to the side slightly as she bolted down the stairs. Lincoln shook his head violently, disgusted with himself for entering that trance. He glanced over at his sporty sister, rolling his eyes at his sister's competitiveness, and followed her out the door, opting to just blame hormones and emotions and put it behind him.

And yet, the pleasant sensation lingered on his skin...

"So I wouldn't put it behind me. And that jog, Ronnie Anne, would be the start of something between me and her that would change everything," Lincoln said, calmly taking another sip of his coffee, and scowling. He never liked the bitter hot drink, if he was being honest with himself. He reached over to grab more sugar, but found that he had already taken the last one, much to his dismay.

Ronnie eyed him questioningly after his last statement. "What do you mean?"

"You remember how I explained that me and my sister Lynn had a bit of a close relationship?"

The Hispanic woman nodded, and Lincoln chuckled slightly.

"Well… since I'm admitting things here… let's just say it gets just a little closer…"

I know this chapter didn't have much going on per se, but this was just to establish the basic elements of this story. From now on, the chapters will focus more on Lincoln's life. This was more of a prologue than a Chapter One, and honestly, I wanted to see people's reactions before I went any further with this.

Well, thank you for reading. Any reviews and comments are highly welcome. I hope I'll be able to continue with this, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't hesitancy.