Chapter 25 - Part 3: It's Always Sunny in Royal Woods: Prologue to Fun with Pot-pourri
Thirty minutes before Lincoln and Lynn came home...
Luna and Luan were lying on the couch watching the History channel. Luan seemed partly interested, if only trying to psyche herself into what the show was about. Luna on the other hand had a creeping "un-amused" look on her.
"Dude, da fuck happen to this channel man? It's all the same crap!"
"Whatcha mean Luna?"
"I mean, things like learning how shit's put together. Drums and guitars and violins, how they're made, Modern Marvels, all those cool documentaries on science and history and music! Ya know? Rock history? They use to do a special on Rock n Roll mate! Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Queen, Guns and Roses, The Beatles, The Doors, Blue Oyster Cult, Rolling Stones, Simon and Garfunkel! Fuck dude, I'd even take a Creed and Nickleback special...uuuugh...maybe, but something ya know? I mean look at this rubbish!"
Luna grabbed the remote and put on the settings to see the whole day's programs.
"See this shit? Blimey! Talk about a wonky cock-up mate," Luna huffed hoarsely, "wall-to-wall friggin Ancient Aliens and Pawn Stars, and the Pawn Stars are on reruns still! How fucking demented is that?"
"Huh...that's a lot of Ancient Aliens," Luan remarked openly, personally not seeing it as much of a big deal since she never really watched the History channel.
"So when did you start caring Luna? They've been doing this for like, I dunno, since we were little?"
"It's bullshit dude! All they ever play is this bloody series. Ten straight hours!"
Luna bounced the remote to Luan before one of the presenters on the show came on.
"You have to ask yourself-"
"No ya don't George! Dumbass, you're so totally egging on implied meaning ya crazy-haired twat!" Luna barked at him.
"-if, in fact that ghost phenomenon does come from, another world? Another dimension? It wouldn't be far-fetched to think that, these abnormal phenomenon, might actually, be...a form of extraterrestrial visitations from another dimension, and that they've been doing so throughout our ancient history. It would explain why we have such anomalous experiences and why we think things go bump in the night. This ethereal plain might be them coming from their higher dimensions, interacting with us in their own way."
"Crazy-haired thick-headed lunatic. Next thing ya know they're gonna say Ancient Aliens and the Dinosaur's extinction are connected," Luna grumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Actually, the next episode is about that," Luan said in an airy nervous tone, showing on the guide the next Ancient Aliens topic.
Luna just looked blankly into oblivion, before smashing her head into the back of the couch hard several times.
"Good thing you like to roll that brain of yours; at this rate it's gonna be in a rock n roll chair, ahhahahahah! Get it?"
Luna just grumbled.
"It'd tell some more puns but, they're all prehistoric, AHAAHHHA! Well, mostly cause they're all Pterable, eheeheehehehe!"
"Good thing Lucy and Lisa ain't here. They'd both flip their gourd hearing this shit about aliens and ghosts and dinosaurs. Ya know how those both are with their deals, science and ghosts and Goth mysticism or whatever the heck it's called, ha! Funny as heck when that crazy haired bloke does that hand motion and squints his eyes though; looks like he's always on acid."
Luna?"
"Huh? Yeah dude?"
"What's up?"
"What do ya mean?"
"You seem...I dunno, did the History channel really just piss you off this much?"
"...nah dude, I'm just...thinking."
"Thinking?"
"Yeah."
"...about Dairyland...and Linc?" Luan asked with a tinge of guilt in the tone.
"I'm wondering how Bro and the others are doing right now."
"Did you wanna call them?"
"I do...but I wanna spend the day with you. They need a good day too ya know."
"Awwwwww...but, I understand if you wanna check on them, Lincoln at least...I did sorta ruin the day for us," Luan hiccuped, turning around to try and conceal her increasingly saddened face. Luna caught it changing mid-way before scooting on the couch next to her.
"And leave my sad lil sis behind? Bollocks to that! I love hanging with you comedy-girl!" Luna said with a warm raspy giggle, grasping Luan in her arms and pulling her in a tight hug. Luan hugged back, that mixed smile/frown still plastered on her face.
"Thanks Luna, but I do know you'd wanna be with Linc right now instead of dealing with my mood."
"Dude, you need to nosh some dope brownies with me, AHAHHAH!"
"Oh my god Luna, HA! Hey, since we're on this silly show, why did E.T. feel sad when he came to Earth?"
"Oh god, this is gonna be a pun, ain't it."
"Because he was alienated, AHAHAHAAAHHHAHA, GET IT!?"
Luna shook her head as she smiled.
"That's so bad but I love it you silly thing."
"Teehee...and I know you and Lincoln need some space," Luan said with a smirk and a wink.
"...I see what ya did there," Luna winked back.
"What did the alien say when it saw World War 3 destroy the Earth?"
"What?"
"Oooooh the Human-E.T! AHAHHAAHAH!"
"HAHAHAH! Okay, that one was funny!"
"What does an alien speak when he visits Italy?"
"...pfft, beats me dude, what?"
"Italien, HA!"
"...Italien...OOOOOOOH...PFFFT, lame!"
"Made you smile though rocker-girl."
"...it did," Luna giggled.
"But can we change this? I'm not really into alien stuff."
"You read my mind joker," Luna said, handing over the remote to Luan. She scrolled to FXX. An old show called, "Faulty Towers" was playing.
"OOOOOOO! Luan! That's a young John Cleese! What's that?"
"It's a comedy, British comedy. Wanna watch it?"
"Fuck yeah! Let's see what it's about!"
Luna sank back into her spot in the couch, Luan deciding to lay against Luna and snuggle her head into Luna's shoulder.
"Awwwwwwwww, I love ya too sis," Luna hummed in melody, Luan giggling as they began watching an episode.
Twenty-two minutes later...
Luan and Luna were on their sides laughing their asses off crying up a storm. Luan shot a glass of milk out of her nose and Luna could hardly breath, gasping for breath, coughing hard and catching her breath. And then the credits rolled on.
"OH MY GOD THAT WAS THE BEST!"
"I'm soooooooo glad you had us keep it on that Luan. Fucking gold man!"
"Yeah! That was much better than I thought it'd be! Cleese killed it with that goose-stepping silly walk when messing with those Germans!"
"That was soooo messed up too! British comedy is best comedy," Luna triumphantly roared, falling backwards and flipping over, her feet and legs wiggling back and forth, before pulling herself back up on the couch.
"Maaaaaaaan I needed that."
"I'll say Luna. You sorta got snippy with the whole Ancient Alien History channel deal."
"Yeah...full disclosure Luan, I was really...really wanting to have some fun with bro at the park today...not the kind of fun that involves roller coasters and rides and cotton candy..."
Luan gave a momentary stare to Luna, blushing a bit in her cheeks.
"Hmmm...yeah, I'm the sad-sack who sorta blocked ya on that."
"Dude, chill, don't worry! Lincoln's just been taking his family duties seriously lately, and as much as I love it, lately we haven't had the time to...well...do as much sneaking-in for fun if ya catch my drift."
"...you didn't-"
"We're still virgins dude, don't worry, ahahahahaha!"
"Okay. I think I remember Lincoln wanting to keep that status still."
"Well...sorta."
"Sorta?"
"Well...depends on how ya look at virginity."
"Oh?"
"Yeah well, don't wanna reveal too many details, but bro might take a certain kind of virginity away from me," Luna said in an airy tone, blushing a bit. She motioned her eyes towards her large derriere. Luan followed.
"...are you implying what I think you're implying Luna?"
"...yup..."
"...whoa..."
"Yeaaaaah...we're sorta holding off from it, but I was sorta secretly prepping for Dairyland to be a special day for Linc and me to well...be the next milestone, till he was actually ready for the real deal."
"...damn..."
"TMI Luan?"
"Nnn...no, not really. Just...ya know, be careful. You don't wanna get torn up from Lincoln...back there, or any accidents. Not that I know anything about that, but..."
"I know, my butt, HA! Gotta be careful ya know? I wanna be able to sit on it for a few weeks afterwards. Don't need him to rip me apart since he's so bi...passionate," Luna hiccupped, blushing and trying to alter the second to last word. Luan knew exactly what she was about to say.
"...passionate...sure Luna," Luan winked, "just make sure you feed your horse oats or carrots when he gets hungry."
Luna couldn't help but cracking up at that.
"So...so ya know?" Luna gargled in her fists as she laughed.
"Well...as far as I understand, most of the older sisters in here at some point accidently caught him...ya know...choking the proverbial "rubber" chicken."
"Whoa, really?"
"Yeah...well I know for some damn reason he seemed to on occasion leave his door unlocked, like, a few months ago. Probably just didn't realize before bed, but when I got really excited about a new routine I wanted to check with him, I barged in like an idiot...and yeah..."
"Huh...ya know, I never accidently caught the dude cranking it."
"Accidently you say," Luan said, giving a wink and a nod to Luna.
"Pfffft, shut up," Luna laughed, giving Luan a shoulder punch. The story Luan told her was only partly true, but in truth, she only knew of Lincoln's extra packaging from the video footage she recorded weeks ago. Ever since Luan was holding off viewing the cameras out of respect for their privacy, even if it took all her resolve to hold off seeing Luna and Lincoln having fun. It would just so happen during all that time she glossed over a lot of other things happening in the house as well..like a certain sports star or a tall blonde.
"But I think Lori's known for a while to be honest."
"What? How's that Luan?"
"Lori told me in confidence that about a year ago, a couple times she accidently caught Lincoln mas...maste...ma..."
"Jerking off dude, just say it," Luna said.
"Yeesh...okay, that, Lori caught him doing that. Good golly it feels weird to say that," Luan grumbled nervously, even though in her head she was violently playing the memories of seeing him masturbate and do lewd things with Luna. It was elevating her temperature.
"Boy it's hot! Those brownies must be warming the house up! I'm gonna open a window!"
Luan ran up to the living room window and popped it right open frantically. Luna just gave a raised brow to her.
"You okay dude? Ya seem flustered. I mean, come on, it's not that weird," Luna said, walking over by Luan and non-chalantly lying back against the wall near her continuing on her thoughts to a breathing Luan.
"He's one dude in a house with ten sisters. Hell, it'd be a bloody miracle if none of us caught him accidently. We're just lucky none of the younger ones saw him ya know. Really don't wanna have to explain that one way."
"Pffffffft, flustered, HA! Just hot!" Luan giggled, trying to make herself look like anymore of an ass than she was making herself now. She was sweating and trying to control her lewd thoughts. A momentary turn to Luna caused her to imagine a thought out-of-the blue; throwing her in a closet and pounding her huge ass hard, then grabbing on Lincoln's member and...
"FUCK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID THAT COME TO MY MIND?" Luan screamed in her head.
Luan stuck her head out, letting a very cold wafting breeze surround her face and upper body. She felt everything feel a bit more under control.
"Dude?"
Luan pulled herself back in, her hair a bit crazy before she shook her head and used her hands to brush it back into place.
"WHEW! That was windvigorating! AHHAHA! I'd make a few more wind puns, but they all blow, eheheheh, get it?"
"...you're a kooky dork lil sis," Luna said with a relieved tone, coming over to place her hand on Luan's forehead.
"Hmmm...a bit warm but nothing alarming. I should take your temp mate, make sure nothing goddy is messing with your noggin."
"I'm better Luna! Really! See?" Luan said, wiping a big toothy, cartoonishly large smile on the scale Lori was known to make but with her own buck teeth.
"Hmmmm...I dunno."
"Okay, let's take my temp, up stairs. I'll dash my face with some cold water, sound good?"
"Okay dude, I'll take ya up on that. Just be honest with me dude if anything's up, okay?"
"Certainly Luna!" Luan said with a giggle, pulling Luna upstairs, while in her head thinking with nervous dread, "there's a whole lot of fucked-up alright, no way you'd ever wanna know what's wrong with me...or how I'm head over heels with Lincoln too...and maybe with you...damn me..."
And in the few moments Luna and Luan were upstairs in the Loud sibling's shared bathroom, Lynn and Lincoln came through the kitchen door, Lincoln with his key having just unlocked it.
Both shook off their flip flops off, Lynn running downstairs and dropping off their bags, running back full speed. Lincoln was frozen solid, his nose smelling the air. Lynn followed suit.
They were following their noses; the window in the kitchen was closed, making the space pungent with the heavy odor of brownies, with some extra unknown ingredient in the wafting aromas, a curious odor that was drawing them over with salivating tongues straight to the oven.
"Hoooooly crudstones bro, there they are! And look! Not even a minute left!" Lynn said with eager delight, her irises looking like they morphed into brownies. Lincoln looked at Lynn's focused eyes; lusty and a beautiful brown ember color...Lincoln shook his head, feeling like he stared into her eyes a little too long.
The aroma pulled him in again. Lincoln was eyeing the brownies too, but holding off his hands from reach of the oven, unlike Lynn's. He pulled Lynn's away from the oven door handle.
"Hold up Lynn, we need ask Luan or Luna if it's cool to have a bite."
"...aw man, you and your goodie-two-shoe ways," Lynn pouted.
"It's the right thing to do Lynn," Lincoln lectured, feeling his will tested still as he himself got sucked into eyeing the brownies just like Lynn.
"God they smell good dude. These smell even better than dad's brownies!" Lynn gurgled as a wad of saliva dropped out of her mouth.
Lincoln had a stream of saliva streaming out too. He felt his hands heading slowly for the oven handle.
"That's it Lincoln! Give in...ya know you want those brownies as much as I do, ehehehe."
"...I...I...UGH! DAMN IT! I can't do it."
"Weak dude, weeeeaaaaak, booooooooooooo!"
"Whatever, I'm gonna go check on Luna and Luan, see how they are and if we can get permission to have some first."
"Friggin angel, ya need to let that devil on your right shoulder talk to ya more often," Lynn said mischievously, laughing in a comically sinister tone. Lincoln rolled his eyes and huffed.
"Whatever ya do, don't do anything with those brownies, okay Lynn?"
"Yeah yeah dork, I got ya."
"Good...turning around now," Lincoln mumbled, turning his body around to head out of the kitchen...before a few seconds passed and he heard a tiny commotion.
He shot his head back in the kitchen.
"LYNN!"
"What?" Lynn said with a poker face, using her puppy eyes to distract from the fact that the brownies were out of the oven on the plate warmer on the stove.
"Dang it Lynn! You know what ya did!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lynn said with not a hint of guilt in her tone. Her hands were behind her back.
"...hands...let's see em," Lincoln ordered.
Lynn gave a minor wiggle before showing her hands, giving him a thumbs up.
"See? Nothin!" She said with a smirk and a wink, before behind her the oven mittens dropped down to her feet.
"How the hell can I even trust you Lynn?"
"Dude, technically I didn't touch the brownies, did I? I only touched the pan holding the brownies! With mittens!"
"You and your technicalities."
"I learned from you bro. You're like the king of technicalities with our folks buddy!" Lynn said, walking over and giving Lincoln a wily grin and pat on the shoulder.
"Well...I have gotten better at poking holes in mom and dad's rules."
"Exactly, so why not help pop a rule in this case?"
"Good lord, I can't think! The heavenly smell of those brownies are distracting me!" Lincoln mumbled harshly.
"Heheheheh, you have no idea the power of the Brownie side."
"...DARN IT! WHO EVER COOKED THOSE BROWNIES, YOU'RE TESTING MY RESOLVE!"
"It ain't like we're gonna eat em all up, right?"
"Just...just stay here, and DON'T touch them or the glass dish in any way again, k?"
"Yeeeesh, just go up doofus," Lynn huffed impatiently, "I'm dying to sink my teeth in these!"
"Okay...tip-toeing out of the kitchen...so far so good..."
"You realize you're narrating yourself out of here, right Linc?"
"You realize I don't really trust you, right Lynn?"
Both gave one another a rebellious smile, before Lincoln turned the corner out of the kitchen, and proceeded to stomping his feet in a fashion to make them sound like he was running upstairs.
Then he heard it, just as he expected.
"...sucker, ehehheeh," Lynn chuckled quietly.
"Gotcha this time Lynn," Lincoln mumbled, grinning as he quietly turned around the wall back into the kitchen.
"Sucker huh?"
"HOLY SHIT!" Lynn cried out, twirling her body motion around. The glass platter of brownies and mittens were now gone, Lynn's eyes screaming guilt being caught doing something Lincoln could easily out her on.
He decided to play around. One of the few times he had Lynn in a comical bind.
"Lynn? The oven mittens...where are they?"
"I honestly don't know dude, they must be missing," Lynn said with as plain a face as she could make, Lincoln piercing right through her poker face and seeing her sweat.
Lincoln just stared straight into her eyes, Lynn barely able to hold her composure, an eye squinting and blinking from some kind of sensation.
"Hmmm...your hands must be getting clammy and hot...why don't you take them from behind your back Lynn?"
"...nah...I'm good," Lynn squeaked.
"...alright Lynn, enough fooling around."
"I honestly haven't the foggiest clue what you're talkin about Linc."
"...pfffft...as if! Red-handed brownie bandit!" Lincoln retorted, walking right over to Lynn. She rotated to keep her front facing him, trying to expand her body as much as possible so Lincoln couldn't see past or behind her.
"Lynn?"
"...yeah dude?"
"You're soooo totally guilty, ya know that, right?"
Lynn suddenly put on her puppy dog eyes that have suckered Lincoln so many times before...but this would not be one of them.
"...LYNN! A FOOTBALL!"
"WHAT! WHERE!?" Lynn cried out, spinning her body like a gyroscope.
And there they were; a huge glass dish with cooked brownies. Lincoln couldn't help at lick his lips at the dish, but smirked when he saw Lynn curse from being suckered by Lincoln.
"Damn it! I almost had them!"
"Ha ha ha! Alright, put them down Lynn, they're not yours to eat."
"Correction doofus; they're ours to sneak a few bites, complements to the chef from us taste-testers, get me?"
"But that's not fair Lynn, we gotta check with Luan or Luna and-"
Lynn suddenly grabbed Lincoln's face and pulled him over, hovering his mouth above the brownies.
"Hmmmmm...smell that Lincoln. Those smell soooooooooooooooooooo good. By now the others would have been all over them. What kind of chance do we ever get to have some kick ass Luan brownies man?"
"...it...it just-"
"Well?"
Lincoln's eyes, stomach and primal gut were all working against his consciousness. A huge gob of saliva was swirling along his lips, just about dangling from his tongue. His eyes seemed to morph into brownies.
"You're evil Lynn," Lincoln moaned, trying to pull back...but his feet wouldn't let him.
"Heh heh heh...you wanna eat those brownies with me, don't ya dude."
Lincoln just stayed motionless. He seemed frozen from how locked he was in his internal struggle. Lynn seemed to take advantage of this moment and looking behind Lincoln. His legs were weak, his body quaking. A messed up thought occurred to her.
"Hmm...wonder what Lincoln tastes like...bet he tastes good," Lynn mused, catching glimpses of his groin, and to her amazement, towards his backside.
"Whoa...thinking of his backside as tasty, that's so fucked," Lynn chuckled under her breath.
"So Linc, ya ready to cross over to the Brownie side?"
"...ne...never...NEVER!"
"FOOL! You have no idea the POWER of the brownie side!"
Both looked at each other seriously for a moment, before they both laughed hard.
"We totally Star-Wars-ed this whole situation up Lynn, ahahhahah!"
"Second's the best dude, screw the haters...but seriously, I'm diggin in. I'll just pay them ba-"
"NOPE! Not gonna happen Lynn!"
"AW COME ON DUDE!"
"Sorry Lynn, it's principle."
"SCREW PRINCIPALS!"
"It's principles."
"Whatever! I'm getting a nibble of that-" Lynn said definitely before Lincoln stepped between her and the brownies, quickly throwing them back in the turned-off oven with a hand towel.
"...open the oven doors Lincoln."
"I'm sorry Lynn, I'm afraid I can't do that."
"What are you talkin about bro, just move your big feet to one side, your body will follow...and I can have some of those brownies...just...just a bite," Lynn said with culinary lust in her tone. She was enjoying this game, seeing Lincoln this determined. She wondered how long he could hold up and stay defiant. She did love how grounded he was in his principles and how sweet he was, even if she was craving those brownies more.
"You're gonna have to go through me to get those brownies Lynn," Lincoln said with a gritty tone, lashing a smile like a whip. Lynn returned her own wily smile.
Unfortunately for Lincoln, Lynn was still the faster of the two, moving so fast in several solid swan-like movements he was entirely caught off guard. It all happened so suddenly he couldn't even make a sound, the air was taken right out of him; he was falling backwards, the oven door swooped open, he was caught mid-motion, he could barely see Lynn catch him mid-fall, sweeping him off his feet in a twirl into one of her arms, curled close to her as a fork somehow came in view, covered in something brownish...before the front end was snuck into Lincoln's mouth.
The moment was blinding. The brownie chunk went in Lincoln's oratory and literally melted away into Lincoln's taste buds. His right eye twitched from how tasty it was.
"Knocks you off your feet, don't it," Lynn gloated with a wink, her entire aura and tone gloating from not only out-maneuvering Lincoln, but sneaking a piece of the brownies they were craving. Now Lincoln's eyes were both twitching from railing what to do next.
"That's it doofus...ehehehe...give in, eheheeh."
"See? I told you I was fine Luna," Luan said with a chipper timbre as both she and Luna came down the stairs.
"Yeah, but still mate, wanted to be totally sure ya know? I am sorta taking care of you for the day lil sis."
"Who said you can't beat the heat, I can, ahahahaahh!" Luan punned, Luna huffing with a low grin.
"Dude, you and puns man. You got some kind of infatuation with them dude."
"Like your infatuation with anything with a tune and white hair," Luan retorted. Luna raised an eyebrow and frowned, before chuckling under her breath. Luan looked visibly perturbed from the remark.
"Darn, sorry Luna, I didn't...well...I mean not like-"
"Hahahha, it's fine Luan...not like it ain't true, right?" Luna said playfully, giving Luan a little bump to her shoulder.
"Heheheh...more or less, eheehhe," Luan chuckled along, only inside hating herself for how hypocritical the joke really was.
"Replace music with comedy and you got my sick basket-cased mind," she thought, offering a plain face.
Luna looked over and saw her face morph to rather plain nothingness. She flipped the channels back through the guide.
"Anything particular mate? That Faulty Towers ain't on but we can try...huh...The Roast of Justin Beiber...good god..."
"Pass...unless you wanna see that," Luan thought, pointing to another show.
"Hmmm...never gave that a try, but, eh, why not, right?"
Luna moved the channel to the current program, an adult comedy.
"Think this'll be any good mate?"
"It's worth a try. My buddies in Clown School tell me it's maligned yet funny. Besides, you're making my day sunny right now," Luan said, crossing her arms. She didn't know why she said that. It just came out without her really thinking.
Luna made a huge warm smile and pulled Luan into her arms.
"Awwwwwwwwwww, I love ya too Luan."
Luan giggled as both settled comfortably, waiting for the usual four minutes of commercials before the next half hour block of time and the twenty-two minutes of actual show would come on.
Luna suddenly wiggled over to Luan with a cheeky look to her. Luan raised an eyebrow, but knew exactly what Luna would be asking about.
"Hey Luan, those "Inspiration" brownies done yet?"
Luan thought for a second, looking at the time on the TV.
"Yup! They should be done! Put the oven on a timer so they should be all nice and ready to eat, nice, gooey and firm enough, teehee."
"You ready to let loose and have some killer relaxation vibes take you over with your older sis?"
"...heck yeah Luna, I can't wait."
Both perked up and walked with a skip in their step to the kitchen.
"Saaaay Lu Lu, is it me or does it smell really thick with brownie in here?" Luna asked, smelling the air.
"We are cooking brownies silly."
"I know, I know, but...like...you didn't take the brownies out already, did ya?"
"No, can't say I did. If this is like twenty-questions do I get brownie points? Get it? AAHAHAHAH!"
"Ha ha chuckles, very funny. Just...weird, ya know?"
"I hope you're not gonna be paranoid when you've eaten some of these silly, I thought you told me you're suppose to relax?"
"After ya eat them mate, assuming ya didn't cook anything else in there."
Luan looked into the ether momentarily, thinking earlier about how Cliff carried that bag and acted so erratically with the rest of the bag of drugs.
"...naaaaaaah...couldn't be, that's like, astronomically unlikely," Luan mumbled.
"What's up dude?"
"Oh, nothing Luna. Say, where are the mittens? I put them right there...I could have sworn I had anyways."
Luna looked over where they were usually kept.
"Hmmm...spooky, like Lucy level spooky."
Luan went over to the oven and looked through the glass portion.
"What the hell?"
"What's up dude?"
"My brownies! They're not there!"
"What!? No way!"
Luan pulled the oven door down. No glass dish of brownies.
"...okay, what the literal fuck?" Luna mumbled under her breath. Luan was dumbfounded...before a muffled "eh ehmph" delicately broke the tension. Both girls saw Lincoln looking up at them, a small nervous smile planted on his face.
"LINCOLN!?" Both exclaimed, looking around the house to see if anyone else was home.
"Whoa...dude, sup bro," Luna said, winking at him seductively, "what's going on mate? How come you're home so early?"
"He...hey Linc," Luan said nervously, trying to not think about the brownies with Lincoln here.
"Relax Luan, he doesn't know," Luna said nudging her shoulder.
"Hey guys...um..." Lincoln said, curling a foot over another awkwardly, Luna thinking how adorable it looked, Luan as well, only more subtly.
"What's up dude?"
"Lincoln?"
"...uhm...so...now don't get mad...please, eh, eh, eheheh, but uh...uhm" Lincoln laughed apprehensively, his nerves totally showing.
"Bro, why you so nervous? It's us luv," Luna said, pinching his cheek.
"Yeah, it's only us...but, how come you're wearing Lynn's spare sports close? And why are you running around in your bare feet? I usually see you in socks," Luan asked, Luna's eyebrows rising up like lightening at the realization these were Lynn's spare clothes he was wearing.
"Yeah...it's...it's a long story, but...to what happened a few minutes ago..." Lincoln smiled timidly, leading Luna and Luan to the back door.
"Soooo...I...I'm really sorry, me and Lynn couldn't help it, but, me and her...well-"
Lincoln opened the door to the back yard to see Lynn lying on the grass, the glass dish with half the brownies missing. Her face was covered in brownie goo and residue. Luna and Luan's faces scanned Lincoln's as well; they saw that he has a little brownie residue on the side of his lips.
"They're great, kinda minty," Lynn gurgled out, groaning out in pleasure before burping so loud a flock of birds on their tree flew away. "Complements to the chef! Whoever cooked em, BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP!"
Luna fell backwards against the backdoor laughing her ass off hard, tearing up in the process next to Luan, who just had a mortified, deathly appearance on her face. It reeked of an "oh shit" aura.
"...oh no..."Luan mumbled silently.
"Oh no what? Those brownies Luan...holy FUCK they were the BEST EVER!" Lynn said, wobbling onto her feet and punching the air, before falling back down again. Lynn stuffed herself silly with brownies, that was for sure, and presumably Lincoln did the same, given that only less than half the brownies were in the glass dish still.
Luna controlled her laughing fit and leaned up to Luan's shoulder.
"Lu, relax! It's only a few...heheheh, okay, quite a few brownies, but come one, it can't hit them that hard, right?"
"Hit us hard? What do you mean Luna?" Lincoln asked, before a loud melody from the living room started playing loudly over the speaker system.
"Oh killer! Is that the theme from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia? I love that show!" Lynn said excitedly.
Luan smashed her face in her hand hard as she murmured in her fingers, "this is gonna be a really messed up day, I can already sense it...holy Jesus titty fucking Christ..."
Fifteen minutes later...
Lynn and Lincoln were sitting together on the couch, done explaining the less heavy moments of their journey and the events from earlier. Luan and Luna were shocked, called the family up to confirm they were okay, and found out to their extreme fortune that they wouldn't be home till later, and that they got lifelong passes to Dairyland...once the park was repaired.
Still, they both know things were going to get very awkward for the next few hours. Luna was keeping her usual cool though, with her legs swung over the smaller single-person couch. Luan was pacing back and forth the living room trying to figure out how long it would take for the effects of the brownies to take effect on Lynn and Lincoln.
"We don't need to go to the hospital, do we?" Lincoln asked.
"Nah dude, you'll be fine. It's gonna be...a weird few hours though mate," Luna chuckled, Lincoln raising an eyebrow. A minor bead of sweat ran down his head.
"Relax Lincoln, it ain't like we're gonna have bad reactions, right? They're doin pretty good," Lynn said with a relaxed tone, pointing to the show they were watching, smoking joints in a planetarium.
"Uh, Lynn? Smoking isn't as intense as edibles," Luan said, pulling up some info on her cellphone, "so, listen to this, it's an article...don't be alarmed, but here's what's going to go down for you and Linc...eh ehm...the biochemicals from edibles will take about 30-90 minutes to kick in, but the high will be much stronger and last longer...so...yeaaaah," Luan trailed off.
"So why were you and Luna getting messed up today anyways?" Lynn asked, rubbing her tummy, smiling from how full she was, before ripping another large, loud burp.
"Challenge accepted," Luna retorted, Lynn and Luna giving winks.
"Well, I sorta...uhmmm...uuhh..." Luan stammered.
"Luan went to that nosh party and apparently it was full of all kinds of drugs, and a chick that wants to fuck Luan slipped a baggy of it in her costume," Luna said matter-of-factly.
"LUNA!?"
"What? Is that not how it went down?"
Luan nearly blew a blood vessel.
"It...was far more complicated than that," Luan huffed out.
"WHOA! Luan? Were you gonna do drugs?" Lynn asked.
"There's a girl who's gotta crush on you Luan?" Lincoln asked.
"...god damn you Luna," Luan growled.
"Hey, best to fess up now than later dude. But, sports star? Dude? It wasn't her idea. I felt since Luan was a bit off today she and I could sorta have some sister-time and relax...what better than trip on some brownies together and spend time with her, ya know? So don't blame her, the brownies were my idea."
"Well, either way Luan, those were the best brownies I think I ever had," Lynn said happily, giving her a thumbs up.
"I'm...I'm still sorta like...yeesh, I hope I'm not gonna be too messed up," Lincoln said, feeling his tummy, "and...whoa...uh oh."
"Dude?"
"Lincoln?"
"Doofus?"
"Oooooooooooooooooh shit...I think they're starting to hit me," Lincoln said, Lincoln suddenly looking straight up into the ceiling, his eyes getting a tinge watery and focused.
Lynn looked at Lincoln curiously as Luan and Luna shuffled over to Lincoln.
"Yo broooo! How ya feeling?"
"Lincoln, are you okay?"
"...whooooooooooaaaaaa...our...our ceiling has...wow...lots of tiny...tiny little bumps...like, a trillion little bumps, did you ever notice that?"
"...he's fucked," Lynn chuckled, Luan punching her in the shoulder.
"What are you laughing at sporty? You're next, ehehehhe," Luna said with a smirk.
"Pffffft, as if! I digest meatball subs every other day. My gut's gonna pass these brownies nooooo problem," Lynn triumphantly said, scooting back into her spot on the couch next to Lincoln. She closed her eyes, bounced her leg over her other, then opened her eyes, looking straight up.
"Huuuu...wow, Lincoln's right guys...there are like, a trillion little bumps on the ceiling! They're mini hills! OH! One looks like a pair of boobs! HAAHAHAHHH!"
"No problem eh?" Luna laughed out hard.
"Well, that's it...they're high. Those edibles hit them earlier than I thought," Luan said, shaking her head.
"Luna? We probably wanna put them in their rooms. I'll take Lynn, you take Lincoln, okay?"
"Sure dude. Come on little high bro, let's get ya upstairs mate," Luna said, getting Lincoln up. He was just a bit wobbly, planting his feet hard for a moment.
"Whoa! Luna! This...it ain't as bad as I thought...ehehhe...sorta like a jiggly wiggly sensation...AHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"
"What's the chuckle fits for bro?"
"...I don't know...PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT AHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAH!"
"Yup, he's a lightweight. Never again mate," Luna laughed under her breath, slowly walking Lincoln upstairs. Luan was left with Lynn before they heard Lincoln roar out, "ACE SAVY WILL SAVE YOU FAIR MISTRESS," before a loud crash happened.
"DUDE! GET BACK HERE!"
"AHHAHAH! What a doofus!" Lynn giggled. She suddenly began dribbling with her hands.
"Lynn? The heck are you-"
"Can't ya see? I'm dribbling! WOOOOOOO! This basketball's my bitch!"
"...Lynn, there's no basketball...you're dribbling the air..."
"That's cause I'm awesome!"
"...come on Lynn, you need to head to your room too," Luan groaned, pulling her up, before Lynn seemed to actually trip over the non-existent basketball and land right in Luan's huge boobs.
"Soft landing," Lynn mumbled in Luan's breasts, before laughing hard.
"Oh my god, this is gonna be a long day," Luan grumbled, pulling Lynn out.
"Wait! They're soft! And big! And soft! And big!...and soft and big...eheehehe..."
"And you called Lincoln a lightweight, ahhahaha!" Luan laughed.
Luan motioned for Lynn towards the stairs holding her hand. Lynn reached out her hand and grabbed Luan's left boob.
"Honk honk! AHAHHHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Alright, alright, enough fooling around, let's get you upstairs Lynn."
"...oh...oh shit...OH FUCK!" Lynn cried out.
"What? What's wrong Lynn?"
"...I'M GONNA FLOAT AWAY! I'M TOO LIGHT! Quick! Give me some tit! I can anchor myself down!" Lynn cried out manically, pulling Luan over and grabbing onto her boobs, pawing at them and looking as though she was packing her own breasts with Luans.
"...this is what I get for trying to relax with edibles," Luan grumbled.
"Quick Luan! Make a pun!"
"Why?"
"...I...don't...know...but I think we won't float away if you do," Lynn stuttered, some saliva slipping out of her mouth. "God I could go for some more brownies...got anymore? Maybe a meatball sub flavored brownie?"
"NO! I got a pun! Uhmmmm...what did the nun say when she played football?"
"...lindor white chocolate truffle flavored brownies would be soooooooooooo rad..."
"Lynn!?"
"OH...what were we talking about now?"
"...nun shall pass...dang it, that was a pretty funny pun too...let's get you up Lynn."
"...my...my feet!"
"What about them Lynn?"
"...I can't feel them."
"Ooooh boy this is gonna be a long day," Luan groaned again, before Lynn jumped into Luan's arms suddenly. "My feet went somewhere Luan! Where did they...oh, there they are, ahahhahah!"
"Yup, right there and still stinky as ever."
"HEY! I'll have you know I've been cleaning them much more lately!"
"Pfffft, yeah, and I'll get to fuck Linc..." Luan said before catching herself on nearly slipping.
"Whaaaaaaaaa?" Lynn asked, raising her eyebrow up, "did you say pucking Lee N Kaun?"
"...sure! Let's go with that! Asian dudes ya know, can't get enough, ahhahhhaahahah!"
"...bullshit, I've never seen you with an Asian dude."
"And I've never seen you with a boy, but we think you're straight, so let's let it be."
"...okay...but only cause I found my feet!"
"Yeesh," Luan hoarsely griped, walking Lynn over to her room.
"Holy crud this place is boiling hot! Is it me? It 's you, it's me! Right? Is it you me? Or me you?"
"Let's get you to your bedroom," Luan said, walking Lynn over to her bed, having Lynn sit down before Lynn again reached up for Luan's boob.
"Honk honk! HAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Horn works! Try the lights!"
"Let's not groper. And good lordie you're a touchy person when you're all messed up. I didn't think edibles would do this to you. They're only suppose to make you stoned!"
"That's cause you're positively edible Luan," Lynn said with an out-of-the blue seductive tone. Luan's eyes went as wide as saucer plates. She ran over to the room's blinds and drapes, closing them shut.
"...I'm gonna go. I'll be back later to check up on ya. Just...lay back in bed and try to relax a little."
"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuure thing captain. But first, let me just," Lynn said, suddenly shimmying out of her shorts.
"...Lynn?"
"Take these, will ya? And we got some laundry downstairs from the sewer ride, it's in a black bag and stinky as heck, so you should like...I dunno...maybe some...eehehheeee...aHAHAHAHHAHA! My baseball bat just said a joke! AHAAHAH!"
"God you're fucked Lynn. I hope Luna's having better luck now with Lincoln."
"He gets all the ladies. He's a ladies man," Lynn said with a smooth tone, "he's like a white haired...I'm blanking on it, but put together the best players in sports...that's how girls like him," Lynn laughed.
"Yeah...he certainly does like rockers," Luan hummed out.
"Rockers?"
"ROCKING CHAIRS!" Luan roared out.
"...rocking chairs...what a dork! That's what Aunt Ruth lives in! AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
"I'ma go, I'll be back in a bit Lynn," Luan said, turning around for the door before some clothing smacked her in the face.
"Hey! What the-Lynn! What was that for...oh god," Luan said, mortified now by the sight of Lynn totally naked, bending over on all fours on her bed, wiggling her small but plump muscular ass around.
"Aaaaaaahhhh...that's much better. Right on man! Let's play ball!" Lynn shouted happily, grabbing a few volleyballs and using her backside to bounce them.
"...I'm gonna lock the door and-" Luan said, turning back around to the door, her face red as a ghost pepper, biting her lip down, before some stepping motion came over. Luan suddenly felt a slap on her ass.
"Wham bam thank you mam! YOLLO! AHAHHAHAH!" Lynn giggled erratically, falling backwards and having a laughing fit.
Luan quickly shut and locked the door behind her, sweating up a storm.
"...don't you dare...don't you dare Luan...fuck..."
Luan curled into a ball against the door.
"...I just imagined lewd things with Lynn...FUCK!" Luan groaned internally, frustration and guilt running across her mind now.
"This...this is not good. First Linc, then Luna, now Lynn? And fuck, I'm in some weird relationship with an apparent alternate personality with Leni. I fucked up the day today, ruined a hang out with Lincoln and Luna, get him and Lynn accidently high beyond even I thought...fuck I'm a horrible person."
Luan picked herself up, rubbing her arm and trying to regain her composure. She took several large, deep breaths, closing her eyes and thinking of her happy place.
"...countryside...Lincoln in a cowboy hat...at a comedy club...I'm killing it...puns galore, everyone's happy...I'm...I'm happy...I feel happy...I wanna feel happy...it...it sorta works. I'm...I'm going to just...go down to the kitchen and bake something actually good, a creampie maybe! I love those!" Luan said with a happy chipper tone, imaging all the gags and pranks she pulled with creampies. She walked down the hallway with a happier grin...before the thought of Lincoln actually creampieing her stopped her dead in her tracks.
She imagined all the intense, graphic details, the sweat, the hot smashing of their bodies, her eyes drunk off the imagined sensation...
"WHOA! NOPE! NOPE! I'm...no! No no no! Not going down that rabbit hole again! I'm going to go bake and-"
Suddenly the Loud House herd of pets came up the stairs stampeding towards Lola and Lana's room. Cliff was leading the charge, a piece of a plastic bag stuck to his tail.
"Cliff! There it is! You darn cat!" Luan said, grabbing the plastic bag from Cliff's tail, some bits of loose hair coming off with the glue adhesive on the underside of the plastic baggy.
"Good lordie cat, you save me trouble and make things trickier. Cats, ehehhe. So...that little baggy's contents, where'd they end up cat?"
Cliff just held his ears down like he was totally guilty of something, raised his tail up and ran back with the rest of the pets into the room, the door shutting tight.
"...cats, ahaahahah, as much as a pain he is, I love that cat...well hello? What's this?" Luan said, observing a half-empty bag of cat nip on the ground by her feet.
She reached for it, before Cliff came running out full blast, grabbed the bag with his teeth and ran back into the room with a wily meow. The door shut loudly on Luan.
"What's he all pussyfooting about, ahahahahahahha! Get it?"
Luan walked back downstairs to the kitchen. She enjoyed the cooking earlier so decided to do some regular cooking, a coconut creampie...she shuddered a tinge from that word, but ignored those sensations, putting on a happy content smile. She walked over to the cabinet and grabbed down flour, coconut filling mix, an assortment of ingredients and placed them on the counter where she had prepped the brownies.
The brownies...she looked back at them, the aroma still thick in the air. They too had a hypnotic effect over her.
"Maaaaan...those brownies smell awesome. Too bad they'd mess me up. Or...would they?"
Luan walked over to the brownie platter, half of them gone a la Lincoln and Lynn, mostly Lynn she thought with a smirk.
"...would a little taste be too much out of the question? I mean...Linc and Lynn had about a quarter of the whole batch each...surely a LITTLE nippy bite wouldn't hurt, right?"
Her eyes glazed the entire left-overs. She'd have to throw it all out so the rest of the family wouldn't get a hold of it. That would be the worse scenario, besides the punishment she'd get from today or if anyone else accidently ate them.
"I gotta bag this up and toss it..."
The warm kitchen air around her suddenly morphed into orangish mist and swirling winds, forming the rough outline of Lincoln, who walked up behind her and felt up along the sides of her ass. Luan couldn't help whimper in pleasure from the thought of Lincoln doing that. The misty Lincoln's hands and arms swam along her profile and cuffed her large breasts, the fingers twirling around her nipples, causing Luan to bite down hard down with her buck teeth. Lincoln's face then floated around.
"You know you want me in you Luan. You want me...you want me...you want me," the airy tone of Mist Lincoln hummed in her face, kissing her square on her lips. Luan couldn't help but blush and sink into the kiss as well.
And she found herself almost falling right over onto the stove.
"...what the fuck...God...he's so irresistible," Luan grumbled in a bitter tone.
"I can't keep dealing with this...DAMN IT...I need to let my mind not get trapped in this fuckery, not today...one...one little ...one little square! Just one! It looks and smells soooo good...and it'll take the edge off...CURSE MY COOKING SKILLS!"
Luan tepidly gave in, not wanting to go through another episode like this with the others around.
She pulled out a small chunk of brownie as big as a deck of cards. Giving it a quick lick, her eyes got wide from how good it tasted...and her primal side came out full blast.
She gobbled up the entire piece in one bite, reached for another chunk, this one even bigger, and mumbled into her hand, "forgive me...I can't help it, they're sooooooo good!"
And within a minute she ate several more large chunks, her ravenous addictive side seeing this as good as the sex she's had.
As she was shooting her hand over, her other slapped it.
"That's enough! Oh shit! Whoooooaaaa!" Luan huffed out with her mouth stuffed.
She took several steps back, alternating between chewing with glee and freaking out over what she just did.
"It's sooooo gooey...yummmmmmmmmmm...I gave in soooo badly but those brownies! And Lynn was right, they are kinda minty...ohhhh shit what did I do. Now I'm gonna be all messed up too! But...just not as messed up, right? I did this so I can let my mind just shut off for a little. I gotta watch Linc and Lynn, and even though it isn't fair to trip without Luna...I need a break...please...God...I just want a break..."
She grabbed the platter, now ashamed of giving in so easily over the brownies, even under her pretense of trying to lessen her perverted thoughts and fantasies plaguing her. She placed them near the back door.
"I'm tossing you in the garbage. No matter how good you are, I can make a better batch without marijuana in it. Who knows, I may make a batch so good I get brownie points for it, ahahhahaahah, get it?...oh wait, I think I did that one already...damn it!"
She was about to take the platter outside, when the sudden mental kick to clean the bowls on the counter from earlier kicked in. It was something about the mess, it bugged her.
"I'll toss them in a moment. Gotta clean that mess up, and get ready for...oh...yeah, confessing to Luna that I totally gave in. Wonder how she's gonna react...either get pissed she has to watch everyone now or just laugh at me...yeah, she'll laugh, she's so cool about that stuff."
Luan leaned over, her mind lost in thought as she was grabbing the mess of bowls on the counter. A small piece of paper flew from the small air disturbance of the bowls being moved. It wafted around and landed on Luan's small nose.
"Oh? What's this?
Luan saw behind the bunch of bowls on the counter a small piece of paper with writing on it. She brought it up close to her and slowly read out all the difficult sounding names.
"Dang...these are all chemical names. I need Lisa, she'd know...all these words... 3,4-Methyl.. ene..dioxy.. methamphetamine, Epimedium ssp, Lysergic acid diethylamide, Experimental Tryptamine 5-Meo DIPT or Foxy Methoxy, Agent Rati...they had to make this writing so gosh darn small too. What's with this paper doing here anyways?"
Luan looked at its tiny rough, cut out dimensions, the way the font on the lettering was so small but thick and dark. There was a tiny brown smudge on the corner too. Like some food had gotten on it.
She poked her finger at it, then tasted the smudge, poking her tongue on it.
"Hmmm...brownie mix...brownie mix, before I cooked it. Must have splattered it, but, what kind of chemicals are...hold on a second! Lysergic acid diethylamide! I've heard of that! Yeah! Lisa was giving a really horrible presentation on that for a conference I wound up having to go to...ugh that was mindnumbing, but she said the letters in that name! They have an abbreviated name...the first letters...L...L S...D...LSD...huuuh...LSD...that's it...LSD..."
Luan was having a mental block for a moment, thinking the yummy high she got from the brownies just a moment ago was still front and center in her mind.
"Haahahah...high, I mean, I'm gonna be high from the edibles mix but the taste is soooo intoxicating too, hehhe...high...wait a second...WAIT A FUCKING SEC- LSD?"
Luan looked over the paper again, now totally freaked out of her mind. She bit her lip tensely, ripping her cellphone out at lightning speed and Googling all the separate names of the chemical and term names on the paper.
One by one Luan read what they all were, and realized they were all under a particular branch of substances.
"...sex drugs...mind altering...hallucin...hooooooooooooooly sweeeeeeeeeeeeet-"
Luan dashed over to the last of the brownies, bug-eyed out of her mind, her lips quivering in fear, dread, tension and nerves now firing on all gears.
"Please...please don't be in here...DON'T BE IN HERE!" Luan growled with terror as she fingered through the remaining brownies in the dish.
And there it was...in the corner...a partly melted plastic bag, with tiny, tiny bit of green granular and blue mixed into the brownies around it.
Luan's heart stopped. Right then. She felt her entire world freeze, everything getting gridlocked in time.
The air became still, the air cool and silent, everything from earlier, the commotion with the pets, Cliff, the baggy of drugs, what had happened to it all the remaining bunch...where it went.
"...I fucked up...it's...it's all in the brownies...it's all...oh my jesus titty fucking christ...Lynn...Lincoln...I fucked up...I...I..."
Luan shut down completely, mumbling incoherently into her breath, her legs and feet taking her to the basement door. She opened it with a soulless look, blankly staring with her eyes bulging out, trapped in her mental realization at what she just let happen.
She closed the door, walked down the steps, and felt woozy and dizzy.
Luan uncontrollably fainted, passing out straight into a huge pile of family clothes conveniently placed by the foot of the steps, rolling over and causing the clothes to cover her.
Meanwhile upstairs Luna had snuck into the kitchen.
"Dude...where the heck did Luan get to? A darn mess in here...but them brownies, YUM! I'm gonna need a lil something to jive with bro. Ain't like I never had a bit of party fun, ehehehehe...will be a first for edibles, but, hey! Luan can watch me and Linc trip. Lynn seems to be doing good upstairs even though she's making a hell of a racket in there."
Luna eyed the remaining brownies with a hungry stare, not caring that they looked like someone had their fingers and mixed them all up. She didn't even notice the smidge of extra colors in the brownie mix.
She compacted all the loose, remaining brownie mix into one big ball, taking one giant grin-laden bite into it.
She chewed and slapped her lips, her tongue sticking out like a cat for a few moments as her cheeks and smile grew happier.
"MAAAAAAAAAAN! Sorry Beatles, it ain't "A Taste of Honey," it's "A Taste of Brownies."Holy crap this is like, Luan's best thing she's ever made! And there! That minty taste Lynn mentioned. God this is good! I need to have Luan make brownies more often!"
Luna chewed away as she grabbed a couple glasses and poured some milk into them, walking back upstairs with pep, still munching away.
"Poor Luan, but she can make more brownies for herself, minus the dope, ehehehhe. But she'll be alright. So far Linc and Lynn ain't tripping too badly, and they're totally inexperienced. I bet it ain't even gonna be that bad! But...where the heck she get to?" Luna wondered, looking around the living room.
Their parent's bedroom door was open. She didn't recall it being open, so Luna figured Luan was doing something in there.
"Yeah, it's totally gonna be chill today man. What's the worst that could happen?"
I'm sorry for the extreme lateness of this chapter. Been busy as heck, dealing with sickness, but have had some time to recover and get a wee bit of writing. This is a weakling of a chapter in terms of size, but, I've been dragging my feet, and as of late had a bit of a near death experience. It's given me a bit of perspective, so I'm gonna try to pump out more material again, just not as big chapters.
First and foremost, I'd like to thank the artist and my bud Patanu/Patamigo/Pat for giving me permission to use his Brownie comic for direct inspiration for the coming plot I have planned. It takes a lot to lay the foundations, and hopefully I can deliver on the absurdity I've just laid out. And as you'll see in the coming few chapters, this arc is directly based on me being heavily inspired by Loud House artist art and ideas. In the coming future you'll see how much I love them and how I'll try to match the "picture is a 1000 words" idiom.
Please leave reviews/thoughts, let me know what your favorite parts were, and if I may make a request of my fans, I'm curious about the demographic of my audience, so I'll be making a poll for the readers of my fic, totally optional!
Much love to you all, stay healthy, stay strong-willed, and let's enjoy the Fall!
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