A/N: Aye ladies and gents! Now, before you go into this. As it's said in the summary, this is a big brother Lincoln fic! Which means he's the eldest of the Loud children. So imagine him as such. If you're cool with it that is. If not, then too bad, I guess. XD You're more than welcome to drop the story if at any point it causes you disinterest, no harm done!

Oh, and if you're asking yourself, "Oh god, another Lincoln X harem ( Both Loudcest and not ) fic? Really?" Mhm! Ya better believe it! I've actually wanted to write a fic on this show for quite a long time since I became a fan about over a year ago, but.. just decided to do it now.

Anyway, me being the fuckin' wierdo that I am! I just had to go and make this story a harem story. A Loudcest harem story at that. XD Dah well! I love Lincoln. I love the Loud sisters. So I don't got any complaints!

If harems, or rather Loudcest harems, aren't things you're comfortable with, you know how to back out of this. (: The summary should've been enough of a warning though if you're at this point.

Alrighty! After hearing all of that, if you had ultimately decided to give this story a chance. Thanks! That's all I really ask for. I'll try not to disappoint. Now, time for me to finally shut my trap! So without further ado, I hope that you at least somewhat enjoy the prologue!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House or any of its anything! It all belongs to Nickelodeon!

Prologue

6:29 A.M..

"You hanging in there, Lincoln? We're just about to reach the forty five minute mark. So we're almost done! Keep it up!" Encouraged Clyde as he rode his bicycle while looking down at the digital stopwatch on his cellphone, the timer reading forty four minutes and showing that his best friend was just half the minute away from completing his jog.

"Y-Yeah! I'm doing good here, buddy! Thanks for asking!" Lincoln, who sounded slightly exhausted, responded as he picked up the pace to push whatever was left of his limit for those remaining seconds. The action had Clyde pedalling a bit faster just so he can keep up with him.

'Come on, Lincoln.. Almost there..! Don't.. give up yet!' The white-haired boy thought as Clyde began to countdown the last few seconds.

"Five!"

'Faster!'

"Four!"

'Don't stop!'

"Three!"

'Push it, Loud!'

"Two!"

'And!'

"One!"

'There!'

"And time!" Clyde declared as he stopped the timer at forty five minutes on the dot, putting his phone back in his pocket after clicking the screen off. The two eighteen year olds came to a steady halt right in front of The Loud House itself after having jogged around the block repeatedly for those forty five minutes.

Lincoln currently wore a plain grey tee shirt, a pair of black athletic shorts and grey running shoes. While Clyde wore his signature black pants, a navy hoodie and black shoes.

At the present time, it was the break of dawn of a new day for the town of Royal Woods, Michigan. The air was cool, there was a gentle breeze flowing throughout the town and judging by the different colored leaves that were falling off the trees, it was the season of autumn. Just as Royal Woods has always been, or at least for the most part, the town was calm, noiseless ( If you exclude his rowdy family when they're up ) and troubleless.

Now that he was finally able to catch a breather, the sweat covered Lincoln Loud leaned forward and brought his hands to his knees. Heavy and rapid breaths escaped his lungs one after the other, droplets of his hard earned sweat dripping onto the sidewalk from his chin and the tip of his nose. "It's like it never.. gets easier.." Lincoln tiredly scoffed, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he leaned back to stand straight, bringing his hands to the sides of his waist.

"I don't think anyone ever said working out was easy there, buddy." Clyde chuckled. "But don't worry, I know you'll reach that one hour mark eventually." Clyde added as he dismounted his bike after putting down the kickstand. When approaching Lincoln, he pulled down the towel that he hung over his shoulder and held it out towards his best buddy for him to clean himself up. "Here you go." He offered.

"Thanks.." Lincoln panted, taking the towel and giving Clyde a grateful nod before wiping down his face. "Then I just have to keep on working harder for that to happen." He dabbed at his neck and took a few more breaths to steady his heart rate. "Anyway, thanks a ton for helping me keep track of the timer. It really does help me focus more on the exercise, and uh.. Heh, I'm.. very sorry again to have you wake up so early to do it." Lincoln apologized, holding onto the ends of his towel after bringing it behind his neck.

"Nah, don't sweat it, man." Clyde smiled as he shook his head and waved off the Loud boy's concerns. "If I had known that you were out for runs so bright and early like this, I would've volunteered to help you out much sooner." Clyde assured.

Lincoln took a brief moment to appreciate the young McBride's kind natured soul, wondering what exactly he did to deserve a best friend like him. But nevertheless, he wasn't going to complain or make the question known. Instead, he opted to say.. "You're the best, dude." He smiled as he extended a hand out beside him, waiting for Clyde to do the same, which he did right away.

"Hey, what are best buds for?" Clyde grinned as their hands came colliding together, grasping firmly onto each other for a moment. They chuckled before letting go.

"So, will you be needing me for anything else?" The young McBride asked.

"Nah, I think I can do the rest of my workout on my own from here. So you can head on home if you want." Lincoln answered as he used one end of the towel to wipe some more sweat off his forehead.

"Ah, I got you." Seeing as he got the go ahead, Clyde nodded as he moved to get back on his bike. But before he would depart back to his home.. "Are you sure that you won't be needing anymore assistance?" He asked for the sake of making sure.

Lincoln cocked his head in confirmation. "Yeah man, I'm sure." He replied confidentally.

"All right." Clyde shrugged, relieved at his response as he pulled up the kickstand with a foot and balanced the bike himself. "Well if that's the case, I'll catch you later then, Linc!" Clyde bidded his friend farewell as he gave him a small wave before pedalling down the sidewalk.

"See you, Clyde!" Lincoln waved back as he watched the black-haired boy ride away for a few seconds before he turned his head to look at his house, smiling when doing so. He then looked down to the digital watch on his right wrist to see that the time was..

6:32 AM

"Oh shoot! Falling behind schedule!" He exclaimed as he quickly got the move on to head to his family's garage, running past good ole' Vanzilla in the process.

Pulling up the garage door, Lincoln smirked as he set his sights on the single red punching bag that was hanging at the center of the small structure.

Also contained within the garage against the corners and walls were some of the items that belonged to his little sisters; such as a few of Luna's speakers, a red box holding Lana's tools, and a cardboard box labeled 'PROPS' that belonged to Luan, which held only some of her comedic tools mind you as her and Luna's closet could only hold so much. There were also a few closed boxes containing some stuff that were meant to be stored away.

After pulling down the door when entering the garage, Lincoln turned on the light and moved to stand by the punching bag, bringing a fist up and lightly pounding it against the bag. "Hello again, old friend.." He said to himself as he lowered his hand.

Now, before he would let loose on the punching bag, he first needed to finish... warming up.

For the next ten minutes or so, Lincoln did some stretches before doing a few dozen push ups and sit ups. During the sit ups, with each time he rised, he would quickly thrust his elbows one at a time over his knees while his hands held onto his head. Afterwards, he did a couple minutes of squats to finish the warm up off.

"All right.." Lincoln took a deep breath to ease his heavy breathing as he stepped in front of the punching bag. He reached down to grab at the bottom of his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it aside. You know, for comfort! Definitely not to show off the muscular form that had him feeling so confident and proud everyday. Oh no siree!

Anyway, Lincoln now stared at the punching bag with a harsh glare, his fists clenching strongly near his sides and his right foot moved a step back, his left foot remaining where it was. Then with the raise of his fists and a firm posture, Lincoln got into a combat stance.

Boof! Boof!

Suddenly, with swift speed, he threw two jabs at the bag!

Boof! Boof! Boof!

He then threw two more jabs followed by a gut punch!

Boof! Boof! Boof! Boof! Boof! Boof! Boof! Boof!

Eager to get straight to the fun part, Lincoln started to throw a flurry of punches and elbows at the bag without stopping for the next couple of minutes, grunting loudly with each attack and the sounds of his powerful strikes filled the garage.

After those two minutes..

"AAAH!" Boof!

With a cry, Lincoln's workout concluded after he delivered a final punch to the poor bag, striking hard enough to make it dangle violently for a moment.

Despite his clear exhaustion, Lincoln remained standing as he reached up to run a hand back through his wet hair. He stretched out his fingers after lowering his hands down by his hips. Then after closing his eyes, he tilted his head upwards and indulged in the afterglow of the intense exercise, allowing the sweat that had accumulated on his form to slide down and go in between the cracks of his tight, well-toned muscles.

For a good minute, he was allowed to remain alone and in silence, if one can ignore his heavy breathing, before he heard the side door of the garage open and he quickly steered his sights over to whomever was entering.

"Of course you'd be in here." Said a voice that was familiar to the Loud boy.

Lincoln smirked upon seeing one of his little sisters, Lynn, enter the garage while still in her night clothes, which consisted simply of a long white tank top and red shorts.

After taking a breath, he responded humorously. "You make it sound as if it doesn't happen everyday." He chuckled as he once again cleaned himself of his sweat.

Lynn smiled tiredly at his comment after yawning, rubbing at her eyes gently. "Good point." She replied.

"What are you doing up so early anyway?" Lincoln asked as he became curious. "You still have some time to sleep before you have to wake up for school, you know." He pointed out as he walked up to the sporty brunette and stopped in front of her.

With how close her litterly half naked big brother was, Lynn faintly blushed as she caught sight of his glistening abs for a second before averting her eyes away from them with a small turn of her head.

"Y-Yeah, I know I could've. But it was kinda hard to go back to sleep when I could hear your punches all the way from the room. Man, you were really pounding on that thing." She cocked her head towards the punching bag while flashing a small smirk.

"Was I... really hitting that hard?" He asked as he blinked in surprise, shooting the bag a brief glance before looking back to Lynn. He really was a Loud, huh?

"Yup. And your shouting really wasn't any help either." She teased as she rubbed a pinky in her left ear to emphasize her remark.

"Heheh.. I see. S-Sorry about that then. I'll be more mindful of my volume the next time." He assured her as he rubbed his head in embarassment. 'Are our walls that thin? Guess it's about time that I try and get Lisa to somehow soundproof this thing.' He thought as he looked around at the garage interior.

"Please." Lynn chuckled as she yawned once more while turning to leave the garage. "Anyway, you better catch the shower and get started on breakfast, bro. You don't have much time left before the others get up." She reminded him, walking out of the garage and going back into the house that was bound to be Loud soon enough.

Lincoln looked down at his watch again to see the time..

6:51 AM

'Nine minutes..'

"It is about that time.." He grinned.

So, after getting his top up off the floor, Lincoln turned off the garage light and followed Lynn's lead by exiting the small structure. Then he headed back into The Loud House himself to take a quick shower so he can be ready to do his responsibilities as a determined and loving big brother. Just like he did every single day for the last few years..

Elsewhere..

Sitting in a van at the outskirts of Royal Woods, looking down at the quiet city, were three individuals of Latin descent. A middle aged woman was seated in the driver seat while a teen girl sat in the front passenger seat and a teen boy sat in the middle back seat.

The teen girl scoffed in slight disgust at the sight of the city. "Seriously Mom, out of all the places we could've moved across the country to, why did we have to come to this boring place?" She complained as she crossed her arms and leaned back into her seat, narrowing her eyes at her Mother beside her.

The latino Mother giggled before answering her eldest child. "It's just as I told you earlier, Mija. Things are getting too hectic back in Los Angeles. So we needed to move the family and our operations to a more quiet part of the country to lay low for awhile. You don't want us all to end up in prison, now do you?" She raised a brow while looking to her daughter with a smirk.

"... No.." The girl sighed in defeat, her response compelling the woman to nod in contentment.

Then, much to her chagrin, her one year younger brother decided to chime in the conversation with a less than pleasing comment. "You had the chance to move with the others to Great Lakes City, sis. So it's actually your fault that you're stuck here with us." He chuckled after saying his tease.

"Shut the hell up, Bobby! No one was talking to you." The girl growled as she glared at the boy from over her shoulder, resisting the urge to jump in the backseat and pummel him to death.

The boy, who was named Bobby, simply shrugged off her threat and grinned, remaining unbothered. "Hey, I'm just saying." He replied nonchalantly.

"Calm down, Ronnie Anne. Your brother is only teasing." The mother calmly intervened before things got too heated between her two children.

The girl, who was named Ronnie Anne, huffed, obeying her Mother's command as she pulled her hands down into her sweater pockets and relaxed back into her seat. "Whatever. I still think he needs to learn how keep his annoying trap shut." She mumbled with evident irritation as she turned her head to look out her window with a pout.

The Mother softly sighed in exasperation before looking to Bobby. "Can you please refrain from bugging your sister like that, Mijo." She said to her son not as a request, but as an order, giving him a stern look while doing so.

Bobby rolled his eyes as he sighed himself and slumped back. "Sorry Mama.. It won't happen again." He responded insincerely as he crossed his arms over his chest. It was then that the two hispanic teens ignored each other for the time being.

"Good." Softening her expression when seeing how her children were now somewhat behaving, the woman smiled as she looked towards their new home and pressed on the gas pedal, carrying on with their drive into the city.

"Now, let's go and start... settling in, hmm?"

She suddenly displayed a devilish grin as they, along with the three semi trucks that were following them and were carrying long, loaded containers, "moved in" to become new residents of Royal Woods.. and there were more of them still on the way..

A/N: And Bam! There's the prologue for my next action-packed story! I hope it was enough of an interesting read for ya! If not, dah well! XD As you can probably tell, this story is taking a really different route. Mind you, I got nothing against the Santiagos, I love them very much too as a matter of fact. But this story needed a group from the show to play the antagonists that I had in mind for it as I am not much for creating OCs. So hopefully that'll clear up any misunderstandings.

Now, being the action and Martial Arts lover that I am, this story is gonna be pretty full of all that beautiful goodness! So maybe that'll hype ya up a tad bit. (: Also, there will be some dark themes to this, but not anything too dark, I assure you.

Alrighty, onto something I feel is important to make known..

Ages of The Loud Children

- Lincoln: 18 years old

- Lori: 17 years old

- Leni: 16 years old

- Luna: 15 years old

- Luan: 14 years old

- Lynn: 13 years old

- Lucy: 11 years old

- Lola and Lana: 9 years old

- Lisa: 7 years old

- Lily: 5 years old

For those who were wondering, hopefully that'll help!

Lincoln's Martial Arts Styles

- Muay Thai

- Pencak Silat

- Judo

- Jiu-Jitsu

- Tai Chi

- Wushu

And those are the Martial Arts styles that I'll have Lincoln proudly display throughout the story!

Now, usually at the end of the chapters for my stories, I type out the list of the girls that are involved in the lead male's harem. But I decided that for this story, I'll keep it a surprise! cx

Alrighty, that's all I gotta say for now. So I'll leave y'all be! Thanks a ton for giving this a read and again, I hope that you at least somewhat enjoyed it! Have a good one!

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Until next chapter, deuces!