A/N: Hello, everyone! I am currently listening to That Same Spirit while writing this! Man, you had to be here! I basically had Church here! Anyway, this another Christian story, but this time on The Loud House. An x reader story. It was going to be a story about Lisa inventing a time machine and the Loud kids traveling back and walking with Jesus, but I got this idea from someone over at WattPad and, I guess, God let me know this was it? I don't really know what made me choose this format. Anyway, enjoy!

You were raised a Christian from birth and stayed that way since. You are seventeen and spent two years in adoptive care. One day, you were adopted by the family that goes by the name "Loud". This is your story of how you changed the lives of the Louds through Christ Jesus, the Son of God.

"Now, faith is the substance of things hoped for; the evidence of things not seen."

"Everything okay, (Y/N)," your new mother, Rita Loud asked.

"Yeah, yeah," you answered. "Just...just studying."

"What about?" Rita asked.

You shrugged and answered, "Faith."

Rita just nodded.

By the time you reached your new house, you already read through the entire chapter 11 of Hebrews. (Read Hebrews 11:1)

"Here we are," Lynn Sr. said.

You got out and stared for what seemed like hours at your new house.

"So...how many siblings am I gonna have?" you asked, not turning away from the house.

"About eleven," Lynn Sr. answered.

You finally turned from the house to face him with a smirk, "Ain't no way!"

"Go see for yourself," Lynn Sr. said.

You quickly walked up to the front door, Bible in hand, and opened it, your new parents tailing behind.

"Kids! We brought home your new brother!" Rita called.

Sounded like a herd of buffalo coming down those stairs. Sure enough, your eyes popped open at a number of kids standing in front of you.

"Kids, meet your new brother, (Y/N) (L/N)," Lynn Sr. introduced.

Each one of them seemed to have a color theme and actual theme. You scanned them, their color, their theme. You knew it was going to be tough, but you also knew that God put you with them for a reason. The painful part was waiting for an actual answer from God, an actual confirmation. The first to approach you was the one with braces and who's favorite color was obviously yellow.

"Hi. Name's Luan. Nice to meet you," she greeted with a grin on her face.

Lucky for you, you encountered plenty of pranksters at your foster homes. You grabbed her arm a little below the wrist and turned it over to reveal a joy buzzer.

"Nice try, but I'm onto you," you said with a half smile.

"One day," Luan said.

You smiled down at her before meeting the next one, Luna. Then the next one, Lynn. Then the next one, Leni. Then Lucy, who you thought was very, very creepy. Then the twins, Lola and Lana. Then Lisa. Then Lori, who you thought was kind of bratty, and Lily, the baby. Then the only boy, Lincoln was the last. They left to their rooms after they met and talked and sometimes laughed with you.

"So, you finally got a boy in the family to bond with," you said with a chuckle.

"Yeah. It wasn't easy. Being the only boy," Lincoln said.

"I hear you," you said. "You look like a comic fan... Are you?"

"Yeah! You read Ace Savvy?" Lincoln excitedly asked.

"Not...really," you admitted. "But, I think I can get you interested in another comic series. If it's...okay with...your mom and dad."

"What's it called?" Lincoln asked.

"The Walking Dead," you answered.

"You have an issue?" Lincoln asked.

"Yeah," you answered while jiggling your suitcase, signifying that was where it was. "Almost all of them. From #1 to #165. I also have an entire book of comics from the Bible events."

(#gettingbacktowalkingdeadsoon)

"Are you Christian?" Lincoln asked.

"Yes," you answered truthfully. "Yes, I am."

"Uhhh..." Lincoln stuttered.

"What is it?" you asked.

"We're not," Lincoln informed.

"That's why this family. Thank you, Lord," you thought.

"That's alright," you reassured. "One thing you all need to know is...I go to church on Wednesdays and Sundays, especially Sundays."

"Why especially Sundays?" Lincoln asked.

"In the book of Moses to Leviticus, God commanded us, his Children, to rest on Sundays and to only worship him on Sundays," you explained as you knelt down to him. "Not to do anything else."

"Oh," Lincoln said. "Can...can you teach me?"

"Wow...that was easy..." you thought.

"Sure. Of course," you said. "Y'know, just because I'm not in your bloodline, that doesn't mean that you can't come to me with problems. A family isn't the bloodline, it's who you love."

"O-okay," Lincoln said.

"Alright. Now, let's get to your room. Discuss what you want to know," you suggested.

He then, without another word, led you to his room.

So far, (Insert your favorite Louds here), and Lincoln were your favorites.

"So, what do you want to know?" you asked.

"How do you know he's real?" Lincoln asked.

You stood up from his bed, sighed, and rubbed your face thoughtfully.

"Well...I just...know," you explained. "I can feel Him. In my heart. Well, not Him, per se, his Spirit. He talks to his Children."

"I-I don't get it," Lincoln said.

"Hahaha...okay...uh... God makes your heart beat fast. Like, really fast when he's talking to you," you try to explain. "The way I figured it out, is that my heart beats faster whenever I think about something to sing for Him, read for Him, or do for Him. I sing, read, or do it, and I receive a blessing from God."

"W-what happens if you're not a Christian?" Lincoln asked.

"Well...God sends...the sinners who should've known better, which are adults or teens, whoever passes the age of accountability," you explained.

"What's the age of accountability?" Lincoln asked.

"Like I just said; whoever begins to understand more adult things. Anyway, He sends them to a place called Hell," you continued to explain. "It's a place of pain and torture. In Hell, their burning, or will burn, with all the things that torment you here, wishing they could have a do-over up here, but they can't."

"I-I-how can I be a Christian?" Lincoln asked.

You smiled from ear to ear, the Holy Spirit was taking over.

"I'll show you," you said while walking towards him. "Get on your knees and bow your head."

Lincoln did so.

You placed your left hand on Lincoln's back and your other in the air, reaching for God, "Father in Heaven, we thank you for this beautiful day, Father, I ask you to guide this kid through his walk with You, Father, help him when he falls, Lord, so that he may maintain his balance with you, Lord..."

Whereas, Lincoln said a slightly different prayer.

"Lord, forgive me... Please..." he prayed.

It was short, it was simple, but it was powerful. The Spirit was within that room, all of it. When you and he got up, you both were in tears. Tears of happiness. Lincoln immediately hugged you. Not known to either of you, the twins were listening in, nearly tearing up. You had a feeling, but you never would've guessed that the twins would be the next ones you'd talk to.

A/N: I know, none of the other sisters other than Luan talked here. Well, that's because I couldn't think of their personalities and what to have them say. Forgive me, guys... They will talk next time, I promise! Anyway, not much to put here, I pretty much said it all up there. It's either two places; Heaven or Hell. Your choice. I love you, my brothers and sisters in Christ! Until the next chapter!