A/N: Hello, folks! A common trend among Loud House fandom: The Sin Kids. We've all read a fic or two about them, perhaps even written one. This here is basically my attempt of such. As always; Read, Review and Enjoy!
Royal Woods, Michigan. A decent area to live in within such a great country. Nightfall by the time our story starts, so in place of the sun are the scattered stars acting as from the sky. Although some would say they're being outshined by the bonfire down below. Once every year, a party gets thrown in the neighborhood, enabling everyone to have a good time. Best described as a neighborhood barbecue held at night, centered around a lit tire pile and tending to get a tad rowdy. And this year it fell into the hands of the Loud house, on the week that Lincoln had the kids over.
Never being too far from the life of the party, the white haired patriarch of the Loud house lingers among the crowd. Lincoln, standing now at 5'3, wearing an orange sweater and a callous pair of jeans for the autumn weather. Even today in his thirties and father of children of his very own, he still couldn't grow a beard. He stood by with some of his friends while having both a laugh and a cold one. Opening his eyes, he couldn't help but look around him. Examine the life that surrounded him at all times. As well as the many children. To him, it was great actually, especially for his week with the kids. He couldn't help but sigh with happiness.
'Our neighborhood's not exactly the garden of Eden. Heck, the Catholics constantly say that we Louds ain't no angels. But it's my personal heaven, really. A good home to my family and I. Who make me both happy and proud, each and every one of them. They each take after my sisters and I...' The white haired Loud thought as he turned around, looking at all corners until each and every one of his children were within sight.
'...Which isn't surprising seeing how my sisters and I are the only family behind their making. But don't blame me! Blame my parents for making my sisters too beautiful!' Lincoln thought as he winced during his internal monologue. 'Sure, we screwed up there. But every family has some flaws and at least we're happy in the long run. That's all that matters, right?'
(Meanwhile, Royal Woods Retirement...)
Lynn sr. and Rita Loud both sat down in front of the television, it running despite them not even watching. A young, male, African-American nurse stood by in the corner watching them. They had been living at the retirement home since they had turned of old age. Rita merely sobbed quietly in Lynn's (sr.) shoulder, her husband patting her on the back in attempt to soothe her.
"We failed as parents, Lynn! We failed them all!" Rita sobbed, her words muffled so that the young nurse couldn't hear her. Lynn sr. had merely carried on with patting her on the back and brushing her graying hair, hoping it would calm her down.
"It'll be alright, Rita. It'll be alright..." Lynn sr. hushed Rita, the former matriarch of the last Loud generation now crying muffled sobs until she merely fell asleep in her husband's arms that night...
(Meanwhile, back at the Loud house...)
Lincoln's eyes fell upon his eldest daughter, Loan Loud. The 20 year old Loan, wearing a gray and blue sweater, although unlike her frizzed hair which was vulnerable to the wind. She stood by a few people, yet not paying them any attention. She was busy using her cellphone to play the latest game, Pocketed Bunsen!, acting seemingly oblivious to others and their conversation.
Loan, my first little stepping stone into fatherhood, right from Lori. A little shaken up, but has all the best qualities of her mother. Except she inherited my sense of fun.
Then Lincoln's eyes darted to Liena. Liena was a girl of simple design. The blonde nineteen year old simply wore a green top underneath a denim dress, which apparently she didn't mind having stained. Small colorful stains of paint upon it. She had a canvass from God knows where, attempting to paint a portrait of her mother.
Liena, my work of art, hand crafted by Leni. While Leni was the fashion type, Liena was more interested in painting. She would paint anything like it was no one else's business. An artist she was. And speaking of art...
Lincoln immediately moved his vision over to the half-baked stage, holding up the band of three kids playing music for the crowd. The lead guitarist was a local goth girl, named Gloom, dressed in Lolita fashion. The girl on bass, dressed in an orange shirt and blue shorts; Lina, with her platinum hair streaked with blue. And then Lincoln's boy, Lemy on drums, dressed in typical grunge fashion. Completed with a vest and headband, collecting sweat from his exercised drumming.
"Time for me drum solo!" Lemy shouted to the crowd, in a brutish Brit accent, before wailing on the drums in almost a flailing fashion with his sticks.
Lemy, my little drummer boy. A rocker just like his mother. Though rather than the guitar, he leaned for the drums. He really does take up after his mother...
"I wish he wasn't such a heathen!" said the voice of an older girl not too far from the stage, spoken in a more elegant British accent. She stood tall, wearing a purple jacket and white shirt, followed by a purple pair of jeans. Flowing down her back was a long mane of brown hair. In her arms was a toddler, wearing a green onsie and had a brunette bowl cut of hair. The elder one scowled at the band playing, while the toddler giggled and made a childish attempt to applaud.
...Unlike his big sister, Lyra. Lyra was more of a stickler Catholic, frowning on Lemy's actions. She always does her best to take of the others, especially baby Lulu. Lisa claims to be Lulu's mother, despite her never seeming pregnant. Me and the others still ask questions to this day.
"What's wrong with his throat?" whispered another of Lincoln's children to two more of them. Mocking the accent of their lone brother. The one whispering had blonde hair in pigtails, wearing the azure vest and skirt of a private school uniform. One of the others seem to match her in looks, outside of attire. Wearing a black shirt with a Reptar logo and atop her head a red hat. Her only response was a shrug in confusion.
Leia and Lizy. One from Lola, the other from Lana. Leia is a bit bratty, comes from going to private school. Lizy is an absolute tomboy, just as much as Lana. Started a digger's club in the neighborhood. Currently is the sole member.
"Perhaps a frog in his throat. That frog being him choking on his humanity."the third in monotone. Her seeming older, pale skin and white hair like her father, though her attire was an onyx sweatshirt and skirt. Sticking out of the elder's mouth was a lit cigarette, contraband to her pre-teen mouth. Plastered on her face was seemingly the expression of 'I don't really care'.
Lupa. The emo to spawn from Lucy's goth. A nihilist of a pre-teen. Loves giving her siblings a hard time. Picked up smoking at an early age, no matter my protest.
"And that's why I question Uber!" Quipped another child, announcing the punchline to a set up he failed to overhear. Judging by other people's laughter, must have been good. Brunette hair held back in a yellow hairband, buck teeth like her father's yet wearing braces to maintain it. She wore a white shirt with an orange tie, below them an orange striped skirt.
Libby. The next Loud comedian to follow Luan. Although she learned from her mother's better years, she tends to lean on the less than groan worthy side. Certainly gets a laugh out of me every now and then.
"She goes for the left, she goes for the right!" Lincoln heard feminine shouting from behind him. As he turned around, he was only met face first with a soccer ball of course. As it bounced off his face, he heard an "Oops!" that guided him to the athlete responsible, although he already who it'd be.
Light brown hair in a ponytail, freckled face now carrying a strained frown, and dressed in the red and white uniform stained with the large "2" on the torso. He would have to be blind not to notice her out of a crowd, even without her voice to guide his ears to her position. And she would have to be grateful that he knew how to control his temper in situations such as these. Especially when they're penalty worthy.
"I'd say that's a yellow card, Lacy." Lincoln quipped. Lacy gave her dad a nervous smile, hoping it'd work as a get-out-of-jail free card. Thankfully Lincoln was in a good mood for the party's sake, so he had merely patted her on the head. She giggled in return before running off with the ball.
Lacy. An athletic scamp on the field, just like her mother...just needs to inherit her mother's aim is all.
"You gonna be ok, Lincoln?" Asked the baritone voice of Lincoln's best friend, Clyde McBride. Long grown since childhood, now standing at the height of 5'9 and unlike Lincoln, actually grown a beard since then. Sometimes even Lincoln had hard times believing that he was the same best mate from his grade school days.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Doesn't hurt any worse than whatever her mom would throw at me." Lincoln chuckled, making light compared to the stuff that Lynn would pull back then. Comparisons made, Lacy was gentle.
"No doubt, man. But I swear, twenty years later and it almost feels like the same Loud house!" Clyde laughed heartily, partially joking yet acknowledging the truth of the situation. Lincoln couldn't help but laugh and nod in agreement.
"Yeah, funny how things turned out." Lincoln said, looking fondly at the surroundings around him. All his loved ones enjoying themselves, the sounds of their joy practically echoing around him. All was seeming good. That is...
"Royal Woods Police! Everyone, please disburse!" called out the commands of an arriving police cruiser. Groans of various party goers followed, for this happened every year. The police weren't exactly keen on the terms of the party, but the neighborhood couldn't help but celebrate every now and then. And thus, the Louds cue to take off!
"Say what you want about us, Louds. But we know how to live!"
All ten Loud children and their father howled into the night in triumph as the police were busy trying to disburse the crowd and put out the burning tire pile. Meanwhile, all eleven of them had gotten away with having the time of their lives tonight. And the only real consequence and law awaiting them was their mothers tomorrow morning. But there still was a couple of hours before they'd have to face that situation...
The End.