After Real Loud Music (amazing episode btw) I got the idea about a story where Luna actually takes the path to becoming famous. I wrote a little draft of what it would look like... and it was shit. So then I put a few tweaks and lo and behold a much better story popped out. So yeah, it evolved into a Lunacoln story, because I'm predictable...

Enough talk out of me, though. Enjoy!


It was a cool and crisp night in Royal Woods, Michigan. The night was exceptionally dark, as earlier that week a few mischievous youths shattered one of the above streetlights with a rock, and the only source of light was a yellowish moon, hanging in the sky. That was bad news for a certain hunched over figure standing in front of the door of the Loud House.

"Dang it, I hate these early winter nights. It's only 8, and I can barely see."

The voice was feminine, with a bit of a rasp. She dug into her pockets and clasped a small key that chilled her fingers to touch. With what little light the moon provided, the young woman jammed the key into where the keyhole was supposed to be, missing a few times.

I hope the Popstar didn't change the locks.

She sighed when she finally sheathed the key into its lock, but before she turned it to open the door, she took a quick glance inside the home. A little frost obscured the glass, but the young woman could see a few figures inside. A short teen with a ponytail was wrestling a boy with odd white hair on the couch, with an even smaller figure clawing at the both of them.

"Give me the remote, Lynn! I want to watch Ace Savvy against the Abominable Snowjack!"

"No, give me the remote device. There's a documentary I have been metaphorically dying to see…"

A smile graced the teen's lips as she listened in to the sound of familial squabbling. Despite the aggression in each kid's tone, there was a certain warmth to the idea of family members gathered in the den, simply sharing space. She missed that feeling; she had missed it for over a year now, but it was finally time to make her return.

And with the twist of a key and the opening of a door, she stepped in.

The two brunettes and their brother stopped their arguing to cast angry glances in the direction of whoever disturbed their important arguing. The young woman watched as Lynn's jaw dropped to the ground, and Lincoln's eyes widened.

"H-Hey dudes," Luna Loud stammered, giving a small wave. "I'm home…"


Once the greeting and hugging and crying had finished, Luna found herself sitting at the kitchen table, a warm cup of hot cocoa in her hands. "You're lucky Lola wanted some earlier," Rita chuckled, before letting out a sniffle. She had been overcome with maternal emotion at the sight of her daughter, and Luna cringed a little with guilt.

She didn't hesitate to drink from the cup, slurping down the hot chocolate with the dedicated chocoholic-ness of a Loud girl. When she put her cup back on the table, she looked over all her family members. Her parents, her sisters, her brother… they all looked fairly similar. Lucy and Lincoln had grown a little, and there was an almost invisible scar by Lisa's eye (Luna decided not to ask) but they looked almost exactly the same as they did one year ago…

"So, Luna," Lana piped up, cutting her train of thought, "How's it been being a rockstar?"

"Yeah, Lulu… how has it been? So busy you couldn't talk to us over the phone once?"

Luna sighed. She looked over at Luan, glaring daggers at her, her tone seeping with venom.

Especially with the emphasis on Luna's new stage name.

"That's not fair, Luan," Luna protested feebly. "I… I called…"

"Twice in the first month, once in the third."

"I…"

"Luan, honey, please," Lynn Sr. said, his voice firm. The rocker's former roommate crossed her arms and looked away with a small hmph. Lynn didn't seem pleased, but he couldn't really blame his daughter for being upset. Still, he looked back at Luna with a kinder, yet still sad, smile. "We're just glad to have you back, Luna."

"Thanks. I, uh, I actually want to stay here for a while. I had a…"

"Yeah, we heard the news, Lunes," Lynn Jr. bluntly stated. "I bet it sucked, huh. I mean, a nervous breakdown is bad enough, but in front of all those people…"

"It was because of the people. So… much… stress…" Luna growled, her fist tightening. Lincoln shot his sporty sister an angry look, and Lynn responded with a semi-apologetic shrug.

The white haired boy approached his older sister, and tentatively placed a gentle hand on her shaking fist. "Hey, uh, Luna… it's okay now. We're here for you."

Luna smiled at him, always the considerate one. "Thanks, little bro," she rasped, and Lincoln gave her a hug.

"Hug!" Lily squeeled in her mother's arms, and Luna gave a bark of a laugh. "Sure, Lily, come over here, love. In fact… we haven't had a group hug in a while, have we?"

"Thanks to someone," Luan grumbled as she rolled her eyes. The other members of the family, though, didn't share her aggressive sentiment, and they rolled in to give one of those classic Loud House hugs. Luna smiled as she was enveloped in the warmth of her beloved family. Even the pets seemed to want to join, as Luna felt a hamster wheel bump against her leg and the sharp yet happy barking of their beloved dog Charles. Luan scowled at her family being so forgiving, but she bit her bottom lip, choosing to keep quiet about her displeasure.

"And Luna… you can stay for as long as you want. It'll be like good old times again," Lynn Sr. declared. He glanced back to his fourth daughter, still unusually angry for a comedienne, and sighed. "Though perhaps you should share a room with someone else…"

"She can sleep with me!" Lola cried, raising her hand and waving it in the face of her twin sister. "And Lana and her yucky frogs can sleep somewhere else for a change…"

"Glad to see Lols is so enthusiastic about it," Lynn smirked.

"Please. I bet she's literally just doing this because she wants to brag to her friends," Lori gave the pageant princess a teasing smirk, which made Lana laugh cruelly.

"Thanks, Lola, but I don't want to intrude…"

"It's no problem, Luna," Lana said with a shrug. "I can bunk with Luan for a while. Since clearly Lola doesn't want me around…"

"Maybe I would if you kept your junk on your side of the room!"

"Consider it an improvement. It's all natural. Not like your pink glittery crap…"

With a snarl to rival a lioness, Lola jumped on her twin and wrestled her to the ground, and the two broke out a dust cloud of kicking and fighting. A fist flying here, a tiara flying there. Luna watched as Lori and Leni grabbed one twin each and the older woman started screaming at both of them.

"Can't you two control yourselves for a half a minute?!"

And as the rocker watched the fireworks go off in front of her, she was surprised by a sort of… warm feeling in her chest. A sense of familiarity and comfort… this was her family, it hit her. They loved her no matter what. She didn't need to keep them appeased with constant music and albums and hype… they were closer. Different.

In spite of herself, Luna let out a raspy laugh. She covered her mouth, hoping no one heard it, but everyone stopped and glanced back at her, as if they'd forgotten what her laugh sounded like. Soon, however, Lincoln began chuckling and both of the twins looked at each other, smiled, and then started laughing themselves.

"It's good to be home," Luna whispered to herself with a smile…


Despite Lynn's concerns about Luan's hostility towards her musical sister, Luna insisted that she didn't have a problem bunking with her. It was probably for the better; best way to talk to Luan and make it up to her was to be by her side.

However, Luan wasn't her biggest concern at the immediate moment. As she climbed up the stairs, she took a turn and walked down to the absolute end of the hallway, to a small closet turned bedroom.

Lincoln's room.

Truthfully, Luna had missed the little bugger a lot. She saw a lot of herself in the white haired boy, and often found herself thinking of him while on stage. It helped with some of the pressure. So, as she twisted the doorknob to see her little brother, she bore a little grin on her face. Gotta put on some of that Lulu- Luna charm.

"Hey there, little man," Luna greeted as she entered his room. The young boy was, as to be expected, on his computer, focused intensely on what was before him. He turned around at the sound of his older sister's voice, and beamed lightly.

"Hey, Luna."

A moment of silent pause hung, before Lincoln jumped from the chair and wrapped his arms around Luna tightly.

"I… I missed you."

"I missed you too, bro," Luna murmured softly, running her hand through his white hair. She glanced back at his computer, noticing a bunch of multi-colored lines and what seemed like an eye. "So… are you drawing something? I didn't mean to interrupt…"

"It's fine," he said as he withdrew from their embrace. "I was going to take a break anyways. I'm drawing Ace Savvy with the new tablet I got for my birthday…"

"Shit, I didn't get you a bday present," Luna groaned, smacking herself lightly. "I'll make it up to you, Linc-"

"It's okay, Luna. I really don't need a present from you," Lincoln waved his hands in protest. "No pressure. You just got back from… you know…"

"Yeah, I know," Luna sighed. She swayed from side to side, before finally sitting on the young man's bed. She locked her fingers as if she were about to pray, and gave another hefty sigh. "I know you and the whole US of A saw what happened, right?"

"I did. I'm… I'm so sorry, Luna. I don't know what caused you to feel that much pressure."

"People, Lincoln. The fans, the interviewers, the behind the scenes managers and junk… it was building for a while. I wanted to call someone and talk but… I didn't. And this is how I ended up."

The younger boy sat on the bed besides her. He heaved for a moment, before placing his hand on top of hers. Luna glanced back at him, and Lincoln felt his face burn red for some reason. "We're here for you, Luna. Especially me. I just… I'm just glad to have my older sister back."

Her lip quivered, and her eyes stung with a few tears. Words failed her in that moment, but she knew she didn't need words. Instead, she leaned in to kiss Lincoln's glowing cheeks, pressing her painted lips against them as long as she could. Lincoln seemed to blush even more, which amused Luna.

"I'm glad to have my little bro back as well," she said, pressing her forehead against his, before finally standing up and stretching, her joints loudly popping."I need to head off to bed now. Night, little dude."

"G-Good night, Luna," he stammered. Luna smiled; he was so cute when he stammered.

She turned away from him, but paused for a moment as an idea dawned on her. "You know... maybe we should do something tomorrow. Just the two of us, hanging out like we used to... it'll be a fun time..."

"I'd love to!" the teenaged boy's face lit up, and Luna bit down on her lip as a smile curled onto her face.

As she walked away from him, she felt a pleasant fluttering in her heart. A burning, passionate feeling that Luna found only Lincoln could ignite. Luna didn't think it was unusual. She liked to think she had a close bond with her baby bro, and that her love was a mix of camaraderie and protectiveness, as well as the affections of an older sister to her younger sibling.

Speaking of younger siblings...

As Luna entered her room, the lights were already off. Luan was clearly in her bunk, her thin outline wrapped in a heavy blanket, and while Luna couldn't see any part of her, she had no doubt that the comedienne was facing away from her.

"Lu-Luan?"

A slight shifting, but nothing more. She was clearly pretending to be asleep.

A frown curled on the older girl's face. There was a strange mix of anger towards Luan for acting so hostile on her first day back. She was supposed to be her best friend, couldn't she put her own issues to the side?

But a stronger emotion overtook the rage quickly.

Guilt.

"I'm sorry, Lu," was all Luna could say as she hopped into her own bunk. The frame of the bunk beds heaved slightly, shaking back and forth as Luna adjusted herself. Luan was silent, which made Luna a little angrier. She rocked herself back and forth, grabbing the edges of her bed as she did. Even an angry bark from her roommate would be better than the silent treatment.

But nothing, and the rocker huffed angrily. "Good night," she practically growled, as she turned over in her bed. She was feeling a bit bipolar at that moment, and resolved herself to sleep it off.

So I got a date with Lincoln and I need to get Luan to like me again... all while keeping my nerves in check... this is gonna be hard, dude...

And in her stew of mixed feelings, she didn't notice the emphasis she mentally placed on the word 'date.'


It's good to write again after so long, ngl. Next chapter should be more in Lincoln's perspective, cause I find his perspective a little easier than Luna's. Until next time, and thanks for reading!