Whimfu1 here. This is the final chapter. Not much to say. There were a few jokes that never quite made it in, maybe in another story.

Looking forward: I still have Changing Hearts (with new cover art) and Loud Bot to finish. I always slowly work on those two as one is just a chill write and the latter is the remnants from a time before Age Gap. I got a couple of one shots I'm working on and the sequel to Zap on the back burner. Realize that I've written a lot in the past 9 months since I joined the site. I've published 10 stories and uploaded 68 chapters. Not too bad, considering.

Just pushing forward.

Anyways, enjoy.

Lana's nose traced across the ground as she followed the lingering scent of Lincoln. Lola walked a yard behind with an expression of annoyance.

"Come on, Lana!" The younger twin shouted out. "You do this for a living don't you?!"

"Yeah," the sniffer dog lifted her head and looked back. "But maids don't come once a day to vacuum the forest floor."

"Ugh, fine… I can't believe Luna's girlfriend stole Lincoln!" The miss America shouted out.

The zoologist was already back to tracking but responded accordingly. "Maybe she didn't want Lincoln to steal Luna."

"Then she should have helped me!"

"Keep it down, why dontcha!" The older twin scolded from the ground. "Why are you even here? You could go back to your room and wash off the pie."

"And let you be the first to greet Lincoln?!" Lola folded her arms and scowled. "No thank you."

"Ugh, fine."

Still covered in banana, the twins proceeded forward. Like a bloodhound, Lana slowly but surely crawled along the floors of the white house to one specific room.

"Great," Lola rolled her eyes. "You found Lincoln's room."

Standing up, Lana simply pushed against the door. "It's unlocked." Seeing the door swing freely, the ex pageant queen unfurled her arms in worry. They looked at each other and nodded.

As quietly as possible, the twins entered the presidential suite. One thing was clear, someone had been there. Several drawers were open and clothes were scattered to the ground. The bed was pulled of its sheets, making a makeshift rope ladder out the window. And lastly, the shower was recently used.

"Dang it," the safari woman threw her hat to the ground. "I lost the scent."

"What?!"

"They bathed him and his scent is too strong here." Lana picked up a white dress shirt. "Like this," she sniffed the shirt. "It smells just like Lincoln… like a lot." She sniffed again. "Like a real lot…" with a goofy smile the blonde woman began rubbing the shirt against her cheek.

On the other side of the room, Lola looked out of the window. "Crap, let me call Clyde."

"Uh huh, sure." Lana started taking off her own clothes and putting on her brother's shirt. It loosely hung off her.

Going ahead, the more focused twin pulled out her cell phone. The dial tone rang for just a moment as the Vice President picked up immediately.

"Yeah we found where the trail leads." Lola looked at the rope ladder some more. "The presidential suite… yeah but he's not here. They went out the window… Well I don't know… Lana lost the trail."

A small blonde girl with a suitcase came into the room and stood next to the skimpily dressed Lana.

"Look, we lost the trail! There's nothing we can do about it!" Lola shouted into the speaker unaware of Lana handing another shirt to her little sister. "Can't you track their cell phones or something… what about cameras… what do you want?! I'm not an expert tracker. How was it so easy to kidnap the president of the United States anyways?!"

"Linky's been kidnapped?!"

Lola suddenly spun around and saw two women wearing their brother's dress shirts in the middle of the bedroom. The newest arrival was small and had her blonde hair in a short ponytail. Next to her was a purple suitcase with several stickers from Japanese cities.

"Lily!" The pink pageant queen eyes widened in shock. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!"

"What happened?!"

"Well, erm, so we were having a pie fight in the War Room."

"And?!"

"Well something happened, then Luna and Lisa's girlfriends stole Lincoln."

"Why?!"

"We don't know!"

"Why didn't you call earlier?!" Without waiting for a response, Lily took her suitcase and went to the bathroom. The sound of undoing a luggage zipper preceded one of the quickest changes the twins had ever scene. As quickly as she entered, the young woman came back wearing a dark purple ninja outfit. She spoke while tightening a ju-ichiban headband. "They left out the window right?" The youngest Loud daughter wiped a finger along the windowsill. She inspected the dust on her prints.

Lola and Lana gave each other a weirded out glance.

"Well?"

"...umm," Lana managed out. "Yeahhhhh…"

"I'm going to go find him." The purple shinobi stuck one leg out the window. "How long has it been?"

"Less than thirty minutes or so."

"Assuming they came here first, that leaves about a two mile radius to search." Taking a hold with the impromptu rope, Lily began lowering itself until only her head poked above the precipice. "I'll call you when I have him."

"Wait!" Lola managed to get out before Lily ducked down for good. "You need to get him to Supreme Court by 3:30 or else they're going to impeach him."

"Impeach him?!" The younger's eyes went wide. "I'm going to have to work fast then."

And with that, the ninja was out of sight. Hugging one another, the two knew it was all in their baby sister's hands.

"Ugh," President Loud groaned as he awoke from some sort of unconsciousness. "My head…"

"Dang it, Kindercare." A voice called out from the darkness of the room. "I told you not to hit him so hard."

"He was going to see me naked!" Another voice called out.

"Doesn't mean you have to bash his brains in with the shower head!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Silence!" A voice of authority called order to the group. "He awakes."

As his vision returned, Lincoln saw a shapely form in a black dress enter the light. From a single hanging lamp, a dark haired woman came into view.

"Greetings, Mr. President." The monotone woman addressed him.

"H-haiku?"

"You remember me."

"Well, yes?"

"What's the point of codenames if we were going to jump out from the get go?" Sam enter the light shortly followed by Darcy. Each flanked their dark leader.

"Sam? Darcy?" Lincoln tried to stand but found himself tied to the chair he sat in. In panic, he looked down and saw the large amounts of rope wrapped around him. "What in the blazes is happening?!"

"What is happening," the leader of the group started. "Is you have made poor choices." Haiku's hips swayed as she moved to sit on the President's lap. Her hand caressed his cheek. "But that's okay, you're simply misguided." Her voice trailed in a seductive tone.

"Well, erm," Lincoln coughed twice. "Perhaps we could talk about this… in detail."

"Oh, we will." The goth woman looked over to her co-conspirators. With a snap of her slender fingers they nodded and backed into the darkness.

"Any chance that you could untie me?"

"Not until we can insure your cooperation." The rocker and kindergarten teacher returned with a large screen. "Now then…"

The screen came to life.

A picture of a red headed woman appeared on the screen. She was winking at the camera in an obvious selfie fashion. In the background seemed to be a Mayan pyramid.

"I'm sure you remember Becky." Haiku's hand held out in a presentory fashion.

"What?" The president raised an eyebrow.

Darcy flipped to the first page of some notes on a clipboard. "Her hobbies include: traveling, partying, and cosplay. She currently rates third on the Anti-Loudcest forum."

Sam hit the right arrow on a computer to cause the next slide to appear. The image of a punk rocker with a neon pink stripe in her quiff appeared. She raised two horns in the air and was clearly rocking out at a party.

"My personal favorite: Tabby." The rocker began. "Currently acting as keyboardist in the band. She's your age and in town at the moment."

"Wait, wha-"

"Next please," the leader of the group called out.

A tall slender woman appeared on screen. She had a pale disposition and long, straight cut, black hair. She appeared goth but wore brighter colors. The background seemed to be at some bar.

"Maggie owns a poetry bar just outside of Royal Woods. Lucy and I regularly visit it when in town." The fellow literary lover turned back to the white headed man. "I believe you'd find her quite tantalizing."

"Next is-"

"Hold up!" Lincoln shouted.

"I told you he'd pick Maggie." A small grin came to Haiku's lips.

"Dang it," Darcy lamented. "But Becky's so cool!"

"What's happening?!" the president jostled in his bound chair. "Why are you showing me a bunch of women I kind of know?"

"..."

"We're picking you a wife." The trio said together.

"I beg your pardon?!"

"Mr. President, you can't marry one of your sisters." The dark leader told the president. "The impact would be monstrous."

"Seriously," Sam rolled her eyes. "What got into you? Trying to marry Luna like that."

"You and Lisa totally aren't a match!" Darcy waved off the notion.

"I'm sorry, you're confusing me." Lincoln had to admit.

Haiku stood up and approached the screen. "Let's face it, President Loud. You've made a great error in announcing your true feelings for your sisters."

"For heaven's sake!" His white hair flew back as he flicked his neck. The politician shouted to the ceiling. "The First Lady does not need to be married to the President!"

"Don't be ridiculous." The school teacher told him. "How are they supposed to be the First Lady then?"

"Yeah." The other two said in unison.

"As such, the Anti-Loudcest initiative was formed to show you the better path." Haiku explained, her arms going out like the messiah.

"Anti-Loudcest?" The president questioned, the combination of words forming a coherent thought. "Look, I'm not in love with my sisters."

"Well they're head over heels for you!" Sam crossed her arms.

"No they aren't!" Lincoln yelled out. "They're just excited about possibly becoming the First Lady."

"You're kidding right?" Darcy raised an eyebrow at the politician. "You know Lisa dedicates every single research paper she does to you, right?"

"Huh?"

"And Luna's first single, Snow Top Dreamboat, is about you and her snuggling up to watch tv during a blizzard." Sam explained more.

"What? No it isn't."

"My white angel to my dark wings." Haiku's voice was lyrical as it spoke. "Unchained by those binds, I would. Ignore them, I could. Be together, we should." She recited with eyes closed but opened them to look Lincoln in the eyes. "That's a verse from: Taboo. One of Lucy's great works, translated into 73 different languages."

The man went speechless.

Connections began to form from throughout the years. Lola's answer of who the perfect man was when she won Miss America. Luan's comedy skit where he was made to play the role of an oblivious boyfriend. Lynn always saving a seat for him at her games.

Was he so blind?

Did he really just reciprocate their feelings without even noticing? Was his offer of the First Lady position their first chance to actually act out and hope their feelings would be returned? Was he such a bastard that when they got there, he told them it was all one big joke?!

"I'm such an idiot."

"True," The goth woman nodded. "Either way, if you were to marry Lucy her main source of heart wrench would be resolved and her work would suffer. Her poems are too important for that to happen."

"And Luna's top hits are all about you!" Sam added in. "You're her muse, whispering inspiration from afar. Unattainable but so close."

"I just like to ship people." Darcy shrugged.

"Regardless, you will choose a First Lady." The woman in black moved to the monitor controls. "If you don't comply, we shall expose you."

Several pictures of Sam and Darcy posing semi nude in the Presidential Suite were formed into a collage. Throughout them was a questionably conscious Lincoln with sunglasses. One on the bed, one in the shower, all very inditing.

"If you do not choose someone to be your First Lady, we will expose you as a polygamist."

"Noooooo!" Lincoln cried out to no avail. "If you do that, my reputation will be in ruins! I'll be forced to step down! All my work towards a brighter future, destroyed!"

"I'm glad we're on the same page." The image flicked to a bombshell in a yellow dress. "How about we move to a subcategory we have dubbed: the QTs."

"Would you just listen to us!" Lori slammed a fist on a wooden table placed ready for the President's impeachment trial. "President Loud won't be able to make it here in fifty minutes! He's in a very important meeting!"

"More important than this?!" The Chief Justice announced from the head position of the Supreme Court. "We will be deciding the fate of this country for years to come."

"Exactly why you should take five, dudes!" Luna tried to argue. "Linc's coming! Just give him a bit!"

"Your concern is noted but we have a tight schedule. We will wait no later than 3:30." And with that the Chief justice left the courtroom.

"Dang it," Lori turned back to her sisters. "Is it just me or did she literally ignore us?!"

"Yeah," the athlete of the family told the rest. "She just blew us off!"

"Why don't we just admit Lincoln was kidnapped?" The monotone voice of Lucy asked.

"Well that's easy for you to say." The rocker of the group said. "You're friend wasn't the one that kidnapped the most powerful man in the world."

"I guess you're right." The goth agreed. "But I say we use it as a last resort."

"Any word from Lily?" Luan asked the last two to see her.

"No, nothing yet." Lana shook her head while Lola checked her phone the umpteenth time.

"Keep us posted." Lisa ordered from a far. Her discerning eyes looked at the podium of the court. Something was wrong. She had enough political sway to encourage a delay, yet the justice did not budge.

"What's up, dude?"

"I do not know." The genius rubbed her chin. "We're missing something. I just don't know what."

"I'll say," Lola refreshed her phone. "All we're missing is Leni now."

"Hmm, I gues-" Lisa stopped mid response. "Repeat that sentence."

"She's the only one not in DC now. Ugh," Lola shook her head. "This would have been so much simpler if you all didn't come."

"I believe I've discovered our issue." With a smug grin, the scientist made a call.

Lily looked through the darkened skylight of Ford's Theater. Inside she could make ouy a reporter in yellow talking to a woman with red hair. The redhead looked familiar but she couldn't place where. All she knew was that this was where Lincoln was. Quiet as the night, the ninja sunk into the shadows.

"All ready now." Katherine Mulligan Jr. Told the wife of the VP.

"Good," Penelope McBride nodded. "I'm sorry for the cramped quarters, we thought the balcony would be a fitting place for the interview."

"I'm a little confused why." The young reporter ran her hand through her hair. "The last Lincoln who came here, got shot."

"Oh that's a thing of the past." Character assassinations are the new thing now. "We believe this will be a new beginning."

"Well," the news agent looked at her small setup. "I can go live in five. Is the president ready?"

"Wait here, dear. I'll check." The woman gave a small bow before walking away. Taking a set of employee stairs, she eventually made it behind stage where the finalists for First Lady were arguing.

"Look you'd look better together!" Darcy pointed at Sam.

"For the last time," the rocker with a neon stripe sounded plenty pissed off. "I'm a Lesbian!"

"It's for the greater good, Samantha." Haiku took Darcy's side.

"Then why don't you do it?!" She glared at the goth.

"Well I-"

"Actually that's not that bad." The kindergarten teacher tapped her chin thinking. "You're the same age and you had a date to the dance."

"That's not enough to be in lov-"

A hand firmly placed on each of the dark woman's shoulder. Sam just smiled but Darcy proudly announced.

"I clear this ship to sail!"

"Ugh! Fine. I'll do it."

As Groupie and Kindercare cheered for 575, Second moved towards the eagle.

"Lincoln, what happened?" Penelope asked the still tied president.

"I said I didn't want to marry someone I barely knew from a bunch of photos. I wanted to at least know the person so I said: why don't one of you do it?" He looked over at the rest of the Anti-Loudcest group. "I didn't want to be pushed into a relationship ya know? I mean I thought my sisters were pushy but you guys are really pushy." The white haired man sighed. "Kind of a shock to see you here too."

"Maybe it won't be so bad… Haiku's… umm…" the wife of his best friend looked at her leader. "Dreary."

"I think I'd prefer Lucy on that front."

"I thought you weren't really considering marrying your sister."

"I'm not, well I think I'm not." Lincoln sounded a bit sad. "I just want to pay them back some for being so dense all these years."

"..." Penelope went quiet. "...maybe I could conv-"

"Okay, it's decided." Haiku and the others walked up. "You'll marry me and explain that we had secret correspondences for several years prior, and after a tense breakup, the whole incest thing was a way to lure me out to confess your feelings once again."

"Got it," Lincoln went to stand up but realized he was still attached to his chair. "Erm hmm!"

"Right," Haiku snapped her fingers causing Sam and Darcy go for the rope. After several struggles, the younger finally spoke.

"It's too tight," she stood up. "We need a knife."

"I'll get one." Penelope told them before walking towards a storage closet.

The closet was large and held many props dating back to the mid 1860s. Worn suits and puffy dress lined the racks while top hats hung on hat stands. In the far corner was a tool shelf, in which Mrs. McBride hoped to find a knife.

She did.

"What have you done to Lincoln?" A sweet, yet menacing voice asked. The cold chill of Japanese steel pressed against her throat.

"Whoa, whoa. It's fine. The president is safe."

"I don't care about that!" Lily harshly whispered out. "Well, I do. But why is he marrying a discount Lucy?!"

"I don't know which sister you are but," she gulped. "I want to help."

"What?"

"I want to help Lincoln escape." The redhead finally admitted.

"...why?"

"Because I've come to realize that I shouldn't force my ideals on him and he should choose who he wants to be with!"

"..."

"..."

"Oh, cool." Lily removed the knife.

"You believe me?!" Penelope managed to turn around and see the purple ninja.

"You seem too cowardly to lie." The youngest Loud sheathed her weapon. "What's the plan?"

"Oh, umm…" the woman's mind slowly turned. "How well do you remember American history?"

Katherine Mulligan Jr. had several beads of sweat going down her forehead. Sure she didn't approve of Loudcest but she had not expected the interview to be the announcement of the president choosing another woman. She could hear her mother, and possibly the nation, screaming at her at this very moment.

"And it was ironically Lucy, who set up the whole thing." Haiku said in an unchanging tone of voice. "Funny, isn't it honey?"

"Hehe, sure is dear." Lincoln gave his best politician smile.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

"Huh, what's happening?!"

"Who are you?!"

"Mori no Yuri."

"Gahh!"

"Epp!"

The lights came back on.

Just behind Lincoln and Haiku stood Lily. In each clenched fist was Sam and Darcy, both knocked out.

"I've come for my danna." The two conspirators were dropped to the floor. An icy glare was given to the leader.

"I believe you're mistaken." Haiku tried to stay calm. "This is my husband, not yours."

"Lily!" The reporter greeted, a story savior if any! "Did you just arrive back from Japan?!"

"I did." The girl stepped forward unperturbed by the goth's aura. "And I'm here to set the record straight!"

Lily ripped Lincoln from his seat and held him like a princess.

"I love Lincoln!"

With the leg strength of a rabbit, the blonde girl leapt off the balcony towards the main stage. Aiming for the false floor pad to save her left foot, she landed safely and booked it to an exit. The goth was about to give chase when a hand fell on her shoulder.

"It's over, Haiku." Penelope told her former leader.

"I knew I shouldn't have let a Clincoln McLoud lover into the group."

"A wife can dream."

"Thank you, Lily!" Lincoln pulled down her ninja mask and peppered her cheek with kisses. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"Save it for the honeymoon," The savior thought about the possibility and became flush. "Please."

"No problem! Now back to the White House!" Lily skidded to a halt in front of a black car, presumably Penelope's.

"No can do!" They both rapidly buckled their seat-belts. "The Supreme Court is trying to impeach you!"

"They what?!"

"I know! We've got…" she looked at the clock. It read 3:17 pm. "ONLY THIRTEEN MINUTES TO GET THERE!"

"What?!"

"Let's go!" The tires stretched on the asphalt as Lily Tokyo drifted away from the theater. "What's the quickest route?!"

"Take a right…" Lincoln waited with baited breath. "Now!"

Cars honked as Lily expertly maneuvered through an intersection. Shouting directions, Lincoln guided her where she needed to go. Through red lights and onto sidewalks, the president insured her that he'd pardon any violations. Time ticked fast, five minutes away with only four to spare.

Mounting the pavement, Lily drove the car right onto the steps of the court house. Dozens of frightened tourists dove out of the way.

Lincoln burst out of the car and ran inside. Adjusting his tie and wiping off his suit, he kicked open the courtroom door.

"I'm here!"

"Two minutes late."

Lisa walked into view.

"An impeachable offense, if they were taking their threat seriously." The genius adjusted her spectacles.

Fear subsiding, Lincoln glanced into the room. Seven off his sisters surrounded his Supreme Justices as they coward on the floor. Many of the highest court in the land shook in terror or displayed their guilt on their sleeves.

"What happened here?"

"Perhaps, this will explain." Lisa simply shouted out. "Court is now in session!"

From a side door, Leni Loud burst through in a dramatic fashion.

"Wait!" The ditzy woman said her lines. "Please don't peach my brother. I know incest is bad but I love him! I want him totes to be my wife!"

The woman's blue eyes glazed over.

"Wait, that's not right." Leni scolded herself. "Dang it, I practiced this like ten times on the flight over."

"Erm hmm," Lisa brought attention back to herself. "If you recall, Leni redesigned the Justices' robes nearly three months ago."

"And they are super breathable!" The chief justice shouted out.

"And durable!"

"And cute!" Two more shouted out.

"She deserves to be First Lady!"

"As you can see, they were in the Leni camp." The scientist summed it up. "They got into contact with Leni immediately after the initial First Lady Fever interview. They prepared this court to occur just in time for it to appear Leni had rushed from the airport to protect her brother in his greatest time of need. A good plan if it wasn't for Sam and Darcy's… important meeting with you."

"Yeah, we'll talk about that."

"I'd like to advocate that Darcy was probably misguided, though I will understand if she must be charged with treason."

"It's fine," President Loud choose to give his smartest sister a kiss on the forehead. An action that caused her to stammer and the rest of the room to feel jealous. "Girls, let's go home."

"You here that guys!" Leni cooed. The fashionista quickly moved to wrap an arm around Lincoln's. "Lincy's taking me home with him." She winked. "Don't wait up!"

Lincoln gave a slight chuckle, then he repeated. "Let's go home."

President Lincoln Loud sat in the Oval Office. Several cameras pointed at him and flashed as they took their pictures. His second, Vice President Clyde McBride, handed him the bill to be signed into law. Taking it in hand, he quickly signed it and presented the paper to the small crowd. Loud cheering erupted from behind the camera.

In the Presidential suite , the Loud Ten watched on as Katherine Mulligan Jr. commentated on what was happening.

"And there you have it folks, President Loud has officially signed into law the new positions of Ladies in Waiting." A caption ran below the reporter on how the new rotation system will work. "Please check our website to see when your favorite Loud sister will become the First Lady. This has been Katherine Mulligan Jr. good night."

Lori turned off the television. "This is literally polygamy."

"No it isn't," Lola scoffed. "Like Lincoln said: the President does not need to be married to the First Lady."

"Since when did start you believing that?"

"Why are you so strung up on all of us marrying him?!" Lana asked.

"None of us married him!" Lynn shouted out. "Get over it."

"I was right though!"

"You mean yet." Lucy simply took a sip of her tea. "I'll consider this a trial run."

"It's a work around, I will agree." Lisa put out her hand for her friend Darcy to hand over a drink. "A lot less bruised egos and such."

"Do you think he'd still be willing to see Becky?" Darcy asked in a cheerful tone. "They'd make such a cute couple."

"Darcy, let it go." Luna called out but kept looking at a whistling Sam.

"Don't," Lola sauntered over to the kindergarten teacher. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Wouldn't you agree, as an expert matchmaker, that I go very well with him?"

"I don't like incest…"

"Just think about it dear."

"Fine, fine… Oooo~" The tan woman's eyes sparkled. "Actually I think Lana goes best with him!"

"Lana!?"

"Ooo~ pairing siblings is more fun than I thought!" Darcy began clapping her hand happily. "Lucy also works."

"But what about me?" Lola whined at the sailor.

"Hmm, nah."

"I swear to go-" Two knocks alerted everyone that the President had returned. After unlocking the door to his suite, Lincoln entered.

"Hey, girls." He began undoing his necktie. "How is everyone?"

"Lincoln~" Lola whined and fell into his chest. Wrapping an arm around the ex miss America, he rubbed her back. "Darcy doesn't think we'd make a good couple."

"Well, I'm not sure about that." He kissed her forehead. "I think you'll make a lovely First Lady."

"Does that mean I go first?"

"..."

"Well, I-"

"I think it would be best if I went first." Lisa offered. "To ease the nation, it'd be best if someone with political experience did it."

"Hey, I'm the oldest!" Lori shouted.

"I got the first kiss." Lucy stated, gaining a small nod from her friend sitting beside her.

"And I saved him from well," Lily pointed at three woman in particular. "Them!"

"Girls, girls." Lynn tried to calm the group. "Let's just race to the Lincoln memorial, winner goes first."

"Hey, I see what you're doing!" Luan ready herself. "And it politics me off! Hahahaha!"

"But he took me home!" Leni shouted.

As the sisters began to bicker, and pies were drawn. President Lincoln Loud shook his head.

"This is going to be a long term."

THE END

Final notes:

I'm sure most people saw that coming. This story is about the ridiculousness of shipping. Not to do actual shipping. For Loudcest, against Loudcest. It's all the same to me. I really like [Lincoln x Lola] but I wrote Age Gap, one of the larger 'non Loudcest' stories on the site. It's all the same, I just try to plan a story out and find the characters that suit it. If you have a solid idea, I'll read it. If you have my favorite ship but a poor idea, I won't read it. A ship doesn't replace a story. Aim for a story progression and character development. Don't just show off your favorite ship. Have situations and show how your couple thrives. You'll find that much more enjoyable than writing an average date that could fit any couple.

Now to be fair, do not follow this story as a guide to writing. It has trouble from the whole girl of the week idea. Each sister has her moment and not a lot of substance. The most prominent characters are the twins obviously. Their bickering is what really pushes situations. Lucy is also a frequent motivator but less so. I'd say all the older sisters take a back seat especially Leni. I focus on characters in these types of situations and dang is constantly jumping from character to character annoying. This last one was the worst off for that. If you are writing a harem fic I suggest not going so large unless you are willing to just do girl of the week. It's something I avoid but it isn't bad. I just find it limiting. Oh I haven't done this character yet but I really want to go back to this character. It really constricts the flow.

By the way, the President thing was mainly to be ridiculous and to have this final reasonable cop out. Seriously, I'm not joking when I say the First Lady does not need to be the wife of the President. It's just a fact I used to my advantage.

Also, I finished this pretty late at night. Don't publish at night. Just wait to do it at better times. It will help your story get visibility. Go to sleep and publish in the morning if you need to. I tend to wait till 3 PM for new stories. If your struggling to get views it might help to know when the most site traffic happens in your area. Summaries and proper labeling matter too but time is usually how I see authors lose their drive due to lack of attention.