Renteka-bond: I think the same. After that picture of Grandma Harriet, I do think that there are magical or supernatural forces in the show, that just don't get focused much on. And Lupa's good. Lyra's better ;)

Jeff: That's a pretty decent summary of everything so far. I'm almost wondering if this going too extreme lol... eh, it'll be fine. Thanks, as well.

Bigmike33321: Yaaay indeed :D

A 19 year old Lincoln allowed his mind to wander back to the time before his tomboyish not-girlfriend left to the city; that simpler time when he had not yet fallen in love with any of his sisters and they had yet to fall in love with him. Of course, according to his memory, that simpler time may have not been all that simple, and remembering that time when Lucy took him to discover magic might have proved it.

It really all began, as most stories to tend to, with a calm day. Nothing out of the ordinary for anyone, as Lincoln was in the backyard, in the middle of the afternoon, doing his brotherly duty of playing with his younger sisters. Of course, when said sisters are Lana and Lola, he really wished he could pass that brotherly duty to literally anyone else.

"Stop throwing mud, Lana!" Lola cried as she rushed away from her mud-flinging sister, as fast as her dress would allow. She dodged her twin's projectiles while Lana laughed with insane glee. "You're going to ruin my DRESS!"

"I know," Lana called, throwing another brown pile from her hand at her more hygienic twin, "That's the plan!" she said with a mean chuckle.

The two ran around the yard for a few minutes, the entire time Lola calling to her brother to help her, while Lana, in between her laughs, asked him not to. Lincoln knew he would have to step in eventually before things escalated up the Sister Fight Protocol, but for now he was content to watch the two play with each other as he slouched against the house, a relaxed smile on his face. He was a thoughtful kid who planned ahead, and he planned to store some fond memories of his family before they began to separate in the future…

"LINCOLN!" Lola screamed at the top of her lungs, screeching like a demonic banshee. Lincoln sighed, deciding to finally step in. He rushed over to his tomboyish sister and grabbed her by the arm, shaking his head slightly.

"Lana, stop chasing your sister with mud."

"Aww, but I was having fun," Lana whined, ripping her arm out of her brother's reach, "Whatever, Lincoln," the young mechanic grumbled as she walked away from him, heading inside. Probably to grab a drink or something, Lincoln noted.

"Thanks a lot, Lincoln. What took you so long?" Lola demanded aggressively.

"Um… you'll thank me for the happy memories of you and Lana playing when you're older?" Lincoln suggested with a weak smile. He cowered slightly when he heard the six year old growl like a vicious wolf, clenching her fists and grinding her teeth with anger. Instead, the girl haughtily lifted her nose into the air, and walked away, leaving the white haired boy alone in the yard.

"Well, way to be thankful," Lincoln said, rolling his eyes. He chuckled, though; once the fear of death by six year old pageant princess had spun away, he had to admit she was kinda cute when she was mad.

Not that he wanted her angry all the time. But it was funny when he could get it…

"Well, I guess Lola and Lana aren't going to want much to do with me for a while… Alright, I have the whole yard to myself," Lincoln realized with glee. He checked around for any meddling sisters that might disturb his quiet time (read: Lynn) before he plopped down on the grass, stretching his arms and legs with a relaxed sigh.

He stared at the clear blue sky for a moment, before closing his eyes. With his vision blacked out, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the gentle breeze flowing across his skin, and the blades of grass tickling and poking his arm. He felt calm, calmer than he had for a while. He imagined that, if he kept this up, maybe one day he could lose those bags under his eyes…

"This is the life," Lincoln exclaimed.

"This does feel nice," a monotone voice said next to him.

Lincoln felt himself jump five feet into the air from surprise. He didn't but he did shoot up from the ground, his eyes wide as he stared down at the source of the voice. It was, as he probably should have expected, his sister Lucy.

"Lucy, can you please stop popping up out of nowhere? I was so relaxed until you surprised me," Lincoln complained.

Back on the ground, Lucy shrugged. "Sigh. I was here the whole time."

"What, really?" Lincoln asked, confused. He remembered very clearly being alone in the backyard after the twins had left. Oh my God, Lincoln thought, Was she really here? Did I not notice my sister? God, I'm a terrible older brother.

"Lucy, I'm sorry that I-"

"It's okay, Lincoln," the Goth girl cut him off, "I was testing something out," she said, before giving a slight smile, "I'm glad to see it worked."

"What worked?" Lincoln asked.

"I, uh, I shouldn't tell. I don't think Great Grandma Harriet would approve."

"I don't think she would mind either, seeing how she isn't around," Lincoln said, rolling his eyes.

"She might be around, I'm trying to find her. But what I meant is that I found a book of her's…" Lucy covered her mouth as she said that, as if she had revealed some big secret. She expected her brother to start interrogating her on the subject, but she was surprised when he started chuckling.

"Yeah, Luce, I get it. You found another one of those spell books in the attic that don't work, and you're trying to convince yourself that the magic in them is real or something," he said, patting her head in a way that he hoped was supporting, but she found condescending, "Ok, ok. I won't get in the way of it. Have fun, okay?" he said, before turning away from her to go inside himself.

This left Lucy in a conundrum. On one side, it was a good thing that he didn't believe her. Some of the things written in that book warned against getting other people too involved. On the other hand… she was an eight year old girl. What eight year old girl didn't want to impress their big brother?

"Sigh. Wait, Lincoln," she suddenly blurted, causing the eleven year old to turn back around at her. The ravenette took a second to gather her thoughts, before finally coughing lightly and saying "Lincoln, I want to show you something. It's something I haven't told anyone else about. Not Mom and Dad, not Lori, not Lynn… no one. Can I… can I trust you?" Lucy asked.

"Uh… sure, Lucy. You can trust me," Lincoln said. He was unsure where his sister was going with this, but damn him if he didn't show support. And it was nice to see her give him her signature light, one-second smiles. She was cute when she smiled. He wished she did it more often.

"Then come with me, Lincoln," she said, and even with her expressionless tone, Lincoln could pick up hints of excitement and thrill…

Lincoln was not surprised when Lucy took him to the attic, her typical hiding spot from the rest of the world, and where she usually found the occultic remains of their Great Grandma Harriet. It wasn't a surprise that Lucy, upon digging through the Loud family tree, developed a kinship with Harriet; aside from them both looking almost exactly the same, they also shared an immense interest in the supernatural world. Magic, vampires, ghosts, charms, tarot readings, werewolves, ghouls… these were subjects that their ancestor had written about in detail. And Lucy drank from her pool of knowledge, pouring through her journals and poems and, of course, spell books…

The spell books almost never worked, because of course they didn't. Magic didn't exist outside of Las Vegas magician shows and comic book supervillians that were added when the writer felt they had too many aliens and robots.

Not to Lucy, though.

She reached over to a pile of books, most of them with faded ink on their covers, and their sides were filled with tears and marks. Lucy threw a few to the side, before she finally grabbed a mocha colored book and presented it to her brother.

"I found it, Lincoln. An actual spell book from Great Grandma Harriet," Lucy began flipping through the pages, landing on a certain one before showing it to her brother. Lincoln took the book from her hands, and began looking to over. There were a few interesting sketches, mostly of faded out people and mirrors. In addition there were several passages written in completely different languages. Lincoln could vaguely recognize that some parts were written in Latin, Hebrew, Arabic and… was that Japanese?

But one word was in English; at the top, written in stronger bold than any other;

INVISIBILITY

Lincoln looked up at Lucy with disbelief. "Lucy… there's no way that this stuff actually works…"

To that, Lucy answered with a wide grin. "Didn't I give you a demonstration earlier?"

The young boy's eyes widened when he realized what she was implying. "N-no way. You… you couldn't have…"

"Lincoln, this is a real book of the other spheres of reality," she whispered softly, "This time, it actually works. All the other books were written by Great Grandma Harriet to throw people off.

"Off of this one."

Naturally, Lincoln was shocked. He had no idea how to process this. Two voices in his mind argued about how to approach this. One stuck by what it knew; magic wasn't real. The other side was a bit more sympathetic to Lucy. Would she really lie to us? It argued, And… don't you think that there is a high chance…

Lincoln sighed. He knew what to do.

"I'll believe you, Lucy," he said, "If you can… give me a demonstration, I guess?"

Lucy nodded, and smiled slightly at her brother. "Thanks for… trying to believe me."

"No problem, Luce," he responded in a brotherly tone.

The eight year old took a moment to pause, before summoning a small breath. She raised her hand so that Lincoln could see it clearly…

And then he didn't see it. Clearly or otherwise.

Lucy giggled with deadpan as Lincoln's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He swallowed and opened his mouth to make an argument… but none came to his mind. His sister's disappearing hand was really tough to argue against.

"Uh… so, magic is real…"

Lucy nodded curtly, leading her brother to simply say "That's, uh, that's cool… Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but… please don't take this the wrong way, but is this black magic? Or demon magic?" his voice shook slightly as he asked her.

For context, the Louds were a Catholic family. Sure, nearly all of them hadn't read the Bible, and their church going was limited to holidays and fundraising events, but they held onto a few of the Catholic ideals nonetheless, like praying when they needed. And as such, magic would naturally terrify Lincoln. Few religious traditions looked favorably on magic, Catholicism least of all.

"No, Lincoln. There is no black and white magic. It's… just magic," Lucy explained, before rubbing her chin, "Though I think there were some passages about angels and demons in the back of the book. Sigh, I can imagine fallen angels as broken romantic souls, fighting between lust for human women and the honor and order of Heaven…"

"Yeah, maybe stick to vampires," Lincoln lightly joked, before a serious look overtook his face, "But, Lucy, seriously… I'm a little worried about you. I just… I don't want my little sister getting involved in anything too dangerous."

The Goth girl sighed loudly. "Thank you, Lincoln, for your concern, but… I will be fine."

He smiled weakly at her and approached her. He leaned in and kissed her face. He tried to kiss her cheek, but the side of his lips brushed with the side of hers, and they could both feel the softness of the other's lips on their own. Still, the young boy left his kiss planted for a few more seconds, his warm lips on her cold face, before he pulled back. The two of them looked at each other, their cheeks burning.

"I'll stand by you, Lucy. No matter what. After all, you're my favorite sister," he said.

The pale girl's cheeks flushed even harder than before. "I'm sure you say that to all of our sisters."

He grinned. "And I mean it each time. Doesn't make it less true."

"So after that," Lincoln explained to Ronnie Anne, "Lucy felt a little more emboldened to tell a few of our siblings. If I recall correctly, Lynn and Lisa were the sisters she decided to tell. In fact, it's Lisa that took a particular interest in the matter."

"What, Lisa believed? Wasn't she a scientist?"

"Yeah, I think Lisa said something along the lines of 'Although Hollywood would have you believe scientists reject everything supernatural with the stubbornness of children, actual scientists will believe in anything when they are given proof and strong evidence. I can believe our sister's words now, and I plan to apply the scientific method to what she has described as magic.'"

"Well… I guess I can't say I'm surprised," Ronnie Anne said with a small laugh, "She did always have an air about her. Tell me, was her teleporting thing…"

"Like I said before, I have no idea how she did that. But I think it was a natural skill she learned, maybe from Haiku. Doubt there was any paranormal involved."

Before Ronnie Anne could respond, there was a heavy knocking at the door, and both Lincoln and Ronnie Anne stood from their seats. "I guess the pizzas are here," Lincoln astutely observed.

"Brilliant analysis, Sherlock Lame-Os. Just sit down, I'll get them."

"Alright," Lincoln said, sitting back down and trying to avoid the nasty stain on his chair. Ronnie Anne scowled slightly when he did.

"Chivalry really is dead," she muttered, before leaving the room. She came back the pies and pulled up a decently sized wooden table to place the hot boxes on. She offered him his box of Hawaiian, and she took hers. She ripped out a slice, watching as steam and vapor erupted from the body of the pizza and she raised the slice to her mouth, beginning to eat.

She smiled as the tidal wave of cheese, sauce, bread, and spice crashed onto her tongue, and she sighed. "I miss Woods pizza. It tastes awful, but it reminds me of the past."

"Remembering the past," Lincoln said, with a slight chuckle, "I feel like that's all we do together."

"Not true. We talked about regular stuff. Like that time we talked about your toy rabbit."

"Yes, Bun Bun. I remember how much you laughed at me for keeping it until Lynn made me replace it," Lincoln said, winking at a certain member of the readership who respects the author very much.

"We also talked about your pants."

"That was just you trying to figure out whether you could pull them down in front of everyone at the park or not."

Ronnie Anne laughed. "Wasn't going to stop me either way."

"You know, some things aren't really as acceptable for you to do now. You know, as adults…"

Ronnie Anne simply shrugged again, which elicited soft laughs from both of them. "I don't feel like I say this enough," Lincoln said, his cheeks turning red, "But I'm really glad you came back."

"I'm glad too," she said, blushing as well, "Even if I did come back to find out my boyfriend is an incest freak and witches are real…"

"Boyfriend?" Lincoln asked with a smirk, and the Hispanic girl stuttered and stammered.

"I mean… uh, you could've… you wanted to be. Hey, you dragged me into that kiss… just get back to where you were before…" Ronnie Anne finally sighed, taking another bite of her slice.

"Was that part where Lucy was 'writing' me a note, or the part where I got a moon named after me?"

"First one, Lame-O."

"Alright, let's get back on track…"

Yeah, I know this a short one, but I think pauses in the story, even necessary ones, should be shorter. I hope to have the next chapter out by month's end, so see you then.

And in case you need just a little more Loudcest in your life, I did write a Lenicoln one-shot 'Tending to Him.' Have fun, Lenicoln fans.