AN: I finished my finals. The downside is I only get a week-long break before Fall semester starts, and I'm back to the grind. And I needed a few days of being in a functional coma to recover from finals, so I lost a good bit of it to recovery time. Fortunately, it usually takes a while for classes to ramp up again to the point where they're actively oppressive, so school shouldn't impact my ability to write for a while. Only my own lack of ability and/or discipline/inspiration/a third thing.

Anyway, I wanted to write something relatively painless (for me, not Lincoln) before my insufferably short break was up, and I already had a few of these bonus chapters more or less written up in my head. So I rolled a die a few times, and then I decided to do the Lynn one.

guest: Yeah, Luna's the one who grew in the original story. These bonus chapters are AU's where a different sister grew instead of Luna. Because I came up with some individual scenes that I thought were cute/funny/a third thing, but didn't want to retread the entire story to get there. These little, self-contained bonus chapters seemed like a good compromise between writing a whole AU story and just not doing anything with those ideas.

Wolvenstrom: Glad you guys liked the concept. Yeah, I have a few more of these bouncing around in my head. I don't want to write them all at once because it'd detract from me writing other stuff, and as much as I enjoy this story, I suspect that the appeal is fairly niche. So I'll just come back to these occasionally, and dole them out when I want to write something that's quick and won't put too much pressure on my brain meat.

Lincoln groaned in annoyance as his brain abruptly transitioned from sleep mode into wakefulness. As consciousness began to reassert itself, the first thing he did was force his eyes to stay shut. He knew, without even looking around, that it could not possibly be even remotely close to the time for the sun to come up, let alone time for him to get up. And after the day he'd had, he desperately needed every second of sleep he could manage.

But with wakefulness came awareness. And try as Lincoln might, he couldn't stop his body from waking up. He was aware of the soft grass underneath him, which had served as his impromptu bedding ever since his tremendous growth spurt. Of the cool, but mercifully not too cool night breeze that. Because even with Lisa's government connections, the Louds were having an extraordinarily difficult time securing the permits they needed to build even a basic structure for the differently-sized members of the family to sleep in. And, most pertinent of all, he was extremely aware of the arms that were wrapped around his chest. Of the body that they were connected to comfortably nestled against his back. Her warm, sweet breath upon his neck. Her fingers caressing him, slowly trailing their way...down…

"Oh!" said Lincoln's brain, having only just caught onto what was going on. Somewhat slow on the upkeep, given the responsiveness his body was displaying elsewhere.

...Unfortunately, this really wasn't the time for that kind of thing. For a number of reasons, really.

"Not now, Lynn," He half groaned, half pleaded, trying to keep his voice down. "I'm so tired. Those military guys were really mad."

And they had been. In Lynn's defense, she didn't mean to wander onto their base. Or knock that tower over. Or...step on that shiny new tank they were demonstrating. But his sister had never been particularly good at expressing her feelings. Or backing down from a fight, so all bets were off once they opened fire on her. And Lincoln's attempt to intervene had just ended up making things much worse. Fortunately, it turned out that their increased size also made him and Lynn most kinds of bullet-proof, and at least several kinds of missile-proof. But it still hurt to get shot at, and right now all he really wanted to do was sleep, and let his aching body mend itself.

...At least, that's what he told himself. But the further Lynn's fingers traveled, the more powerfully his body began to stir. And by the time she'd reached his waist, it was pretty clear that his brain was being out-voted on this particular issue.

"...Alright," He muttered, sighing in resignation.

In spite of his tone, a shiver of anticipation ran through him as Lynn tightened her arms around his waist.

"M-maybe," He continued, feeling his face heat up as his blood flow dramatically increased. "Maybe we could just have a quick—URK"

He was abruptly cut off as her arms tightened around him, her tender embrace turning to a crushing, vice grip in an instant.

"L-Lynn?" He squeaked, as his body was wracked with pain. He squirmed in her grasp, trying to look over his shoulder, but her grip was too tight.

...until it wasn't.

"RAAAARG!"

A rush of movement, and suddenly Lincoln was free! And airborne. Which wasn't a sensation he was used to experiencing these days. But before he could ponder the novelty of the situation too deeply—

CRASH!

Gravity stepped in and did its job. And Lincoln hit the ground, hard.

Now Lincoln was tired, and hurting, and...uncomfortable. And given the splintering sound he'd heard upon landing, and the sharp stinging sensation he was experiencing in his lower back, he was pretty sure that had been Mr. Grouse's fence he'd landed on, so that was going to be a whole other problem he'd have to deal with.

"Lynn!" He growled, no longer bothering to manage the volume of his voice. Not like it mattered at this point. "What're you…!?"

He trailed off as he saw his sister rise from where they'd been laying together, and began to stagger towards him. It was dark, but even with only moonlight and the scant amount of illumination provided by the street lights to see by, he could still make out the telltale glazed look in her half-lidded eyes.

"Oh great," He grumbled to himself. "She's sleep fighting. Again."

Climbing to his feet, Lincoln settled into a combat stance and beckoned his sister.

"Bring it," He said.

Then, with a mighty roar, Lynn charged straight at him.

Luna stumbled down the stairs of her family home, partly due to the abruptness from which she'd been awoken, and partly due to the violent tremors that were causing said home to tremble around her. The latter didn't concern her anywhere near as much as it should have. Localized earthquakes were a common occurrence when you lived with giant siblings, and while it was possible that this earth-shaking phenomenon was of a more mundane variety, the smart money was that Lincoln and Lynn were the cause. No, sleep was what she needed. She had a big math test coming up in the morning, and if she didn't catch some Z's, there was a pretty good chance that would be her test score.

Navigating the trembling staircase, Luna managed to reach the living room, where she found the rest of her family assembled around the TV. With nothing better to do until things calmed down, the rocker swiveled in that direction and moved to join her family.

"For those just joining us, this is Katherine Mulligan, with a Katherine Mulligan exclusive!" blared the TV. "It would seem that Royal Woods' homegrown human disasters, Lincoln Loud and Lynn Loud, are once again brawling in the streets! We take you now to our chopper cam, where you can see the titanic teens..."

"Lynn must be sleep-fighting again," Luna muttered as she walked up behind the couch and rested her arms atop it. Glancing around, she could see that the rest of the assembled family was as frazzled and bleary-eyed as she was. Well, everyone except…

"Go Linky!" Lola shouted from her perch atop the couch, pumping one fist into the air enthusiastically. "Kick her butt, big brother!"

Luna needed a second to recover from the sonic attack that was Lola's voice, which crashed into her sleep-riddled brain with the force of a flaming bus full of orphans. Which, as painful as it was, had the happy side effect of fully waking her up. Though, how long that side effect would remain happy, was yet to be seen.

"Dude!" Said Luna, momentarily stifled by a powerful yawn that threatened to crack her head open. "Why are you cheering? You know it's not Lynn's fault she's got weird sleep habits."

"...At least, that's what I keep telling myself," She added as an afterthought.

"Feh!" Scoffed Lola, rolling her eyes. "Do you even have to ask? Lynn's been insufferable since she got big, and she's been driving me crazy."

"Hey, Lola!" She said, pitching her voice down in what was clearly meant to be a facsimile of the athlete's voice. "Look how strong I am now! Hey Lola! Look how high I can reach! Hey Lola! Get out of here! Lincoln and I are busy wrestling! No, you can't watch!"

"Wait, what was that last part?" Luna asked, blinking in confusion.

"I dunno," Lola replied, shrugging. "They like to go out into the woods and wrestle. I mean, when I've followed them out there, it kinda just looks like they're hugging a lot. But Lynn always catches me before they get to the good stuff. And they always come back all sweaty afterward, and they get really weird when I ask them about it."

"Uh...huh," Said Luna, her eyes crossing as she tried to process that particular mental image.

"So yeah," Lola concluded. "I hope Linky knocks her block off. Lynn deserves to be taken down a peg."

"I'm...sure he will," Luna muttered, not sure why her face was suddenly feeling flushed.

A shoulder check from Lynn sent Lincoln tumbling to the ground, his titanic frame kicking up the pavement as he skidded down the street. He'd achieved the minor victory of luring Lynn out of the backyard, which would minimize the chances of their fight causing any more damage to any of the neighboring houses. Now he just needed to figure out how he was going to subdue his sister until she woke up.

Feeling around for...anything really, that might serve as an improvised weapon, Lincoln's fingers found something that was roughly the same heft as a brick, relative to his size. With Lynn advancing on him, there was little to be gained by second-guessing himself, so he trusted his instincts and hurled it—!

...only to instantly regret that decision as he saw someone's car sailing through the air. Regret, which was immediately compounded when Lynn casually jerked her head to the side, causing the car to sail harmlessly past and off into the distance.

"Really hope that wasn't Mr. Yates' car that time." Lincoln managed to mutter to himself before Lynn pounced upon him.

Now he was struggling from a position that was significantly less advantageous. Lincoln tried to squirm out from under the brunette, but even in her only partly conscious state, the girl was a masterful grappler. She shifted her weight in concert with his movements, thoroughly stymieing any attempt by Lincoln to dislodge her or free himself. He winced as her powerful hands clamped down around his own, and her feet stomped down on his, pinning him in place. To say he was in a bad spot would be something of a tremendous understatement. As Lynn reeled back, Lincoln braced for what he presumed was an incoming headbutt.

...leaving him surprised when the girl's head darted downward, and smooched him on the cheek.

"...Lynn?" Lincoln asked, confused. She pulled her head back, and he was able to see that her eyes retained the same, glassy look as they'd had earlier, which ruled out the possibility that she'd woken up…

"Liiiiiiincoooln," Lynn purred affectionately, planting another kiss on his cheek. Then his lips. Then his chin, as she began to work her way lower.

"L-Lynn!" Lincoln shouted, flushing with embarrassment. This was...unusual, sleeping Lynn usually meant violent Lynn. This amorous variant was uncharted territory. But it presented the possibility that he might be able to contain the situation before it got any more out of hand than it already had.

That was his hope, at least. But that hope was swiftly dashed as Lynn's trail of kisses abruptly ceased, and she tore open his tunic with her teeth.

"...Lynn?" He asked again, his voice several magnitudes smaller this time.

"LINCOLN!" Lynn exclaimed gleefully, as her pelvis began to grind against his own…

"Oh...oh my!" Katherine Mulligan's voice wafted out of the TV as the Loud House began to shake with exponentially increasing intensity. "Should...should we be showing this? Are we allowed to show this?"

Luna barely registered the words, so consumed was she by the sight of her siblings...grappling on live television.

"Lynn's so lucky!" Said someone. And Luna honestly couldn't deny the possibility that she herself had been the one to say it.

"Get on top of her, Linky!" Lola shouted indignantly. "You can't beat her if you keep letting her—HEY!"

"You really shouldn't be watching this, little dudette," Luna muttered, clamping one hand down across the younger girl's eyes. Even as the little blonde struggled against her, Luna's own eyes remained transfixed on the screen. So that she'd know it was safe for Lola. Obviously…

"Einstein's beard!" Grumbled someone off to her side. "I'll need to massively step up production of my formula. Might need to carpet bomb the entire town at this rate..."

"Whazzat?" Jerking her head to the side (while still keeping one eye on the television), Luna caught sight of Lisa holding her head in her hands. "Everything alright, Lees?"

"...Fine, Luna…" Lisa muttered, shaking her head and sighing. She reached her pocket and produced a small spray bottle. "On a completely unrelated matter, would you mind telling me what you think this smells like?"