The king of the loud Chapter 1, a Lion King + Loud House Crossover fanfic

Lion loud chapter 1

I love old Disney movies so why not do a lion king of loud house fanfic instead. But some of the loud house characters will be animals while others will be human.

Here is the summary for fanfic bec it's too long

In a unique twist on the classic "Lion King" story, a group of lion siblings discovers a human baby abandoned in the wilderness. They decide to raise him as one of their own, teaching him the ways of the wild and how to be a true lion. As he grows, the boy—named Lincoln—becomes deeply connected with the lion family, but eventually, he encounters humans who manipulate him, convincing him to turn against his animal family. Torn between two worlds, Lincoln faces a moral dilemma. However, with the help of loyal animals and his own inner strength, he ultimately chooses to protect the land and his adopted family. In doing so, he rises to become the first-ever human king, bridging the gap between humans and animals, and ensuring peace for the future of both worlds.

Hope you all will enjoy it

Come on, Lori," Luna called out, her tail flicking impatiently in the tall grass. "We've been out here all day and we've still got to get back to Pride Rock before it gets dark."

"You know I hate leaving a job unfinished," Lori grumbled, her eyes scanning the horizon. "But you're right. We'll never catch a zebra at this rate."

The two female lions, sisters by birth and partners in hunting, turned their gaze to the setting sun. It was a spectacle of color, but one they'd seen countless times before. Their stomachs growled in unison, reminding them of the task at hand.

As they began to make their way back, Luna's keen eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual. A flash of white, stark against the earthy tones of the savannah. She broke into a trot, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Luna, wait!" Lori called after her, but it was too late. Luna had found what she was looking for, or rather, what she hadn't been looking for: a tiny baby, no bigger than a newborn gazelle, with a shock of white hair. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of sleep.

"What is that?" Lori asked, her voice a mix of confusion and suspicion as she approached.

"It's a...human cub," Luna said, her voice filled with awe.

"Leave it," Lori snarled. "All humans are born evil. They're cruel to the bone. Besides, it's not our problem."

But the human child had other ideas. He stirred in his makeshift bed, tiny hands reaching for the warmth of Luna's face. A smile ghosted over his features, and Luna felt something in her chest she hadn't felt in a long time: warmth.

"Look at him, Lori," she said, her voice soft. "He's just a baby. He can't be all bad, can he?"

Lori rolled her eyes. "You've got a soft spot for every lost cause. But we can't just bring a human into our pride. Mom and Dad would never allow it."

Luna's mind raced as she stared down at the child. "What if we raise him to be better?" she asked, her voice filled with hope. "What if he could be a king who doesn't hunt animals, but protects them instead? Like nothing Pride Rock has ever seen?"

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Lori was silent. Then she bared her teeth in a snarl. "You're mad, Luna. Humans are the enemy. You know what Father said about Uncle Scar."

Luna's eyes shone with determination. "But what if we can change that? What if we can show him a different way?"

The argument grew heated, echoing across the savannah, but Luna's resolve didn't waver. As Lori stomped away to continue the hunt, Luna gently picked up the baby boy with her mouth, feeling his soft warmth against her tongue.

"I'll call you Lincoln," she murmured, and with that, she turned her back on her sister and the setting sun, heading for home with a newfound purpose.

The journey to Pride Rock was a long one, and the baby's cries grew louder with each step. Luna knew she'd face opposition when she arrived, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing the right thing. After all, wasn't it the circle of life that brought them together? And who better to restore balance than a creature who straddled two worlds

The sun had long disappeared by the time she reached the base of Pride Rock. The rocky outcropping loomed over her, a beacon of home and safety, yet the tension in the air was palpable. Luna could hear the distant laughter of her sisters playing, and the low, wise rumble of their parents, Simba and Nala, as they oversaw the pride. Carefully, she climbed the rocky incline, her grip tight around the small human cub.

As she reached the top, the scene before her was one of chaos. Lola, a young lioness with a penchant for cleanliness, was admonishing Lana for her mud-caked fur. "You're going to get us all dirty!" Lola yelled, her voice high and sharp. Luna spotted Lucy in the corner, her eyes closed in concentration as she whispered ancient incantations under her breath, surrounded by a faint glow.

But it was Lynn who caught her eye, the most boisterous of the siblings, kicking a large coconut across the clearing with surprising skill. The sight made Luna smile, despite the gravity of the situation. The Loud siblings had always had a flair for the dramatic, and Lynn's antics never failed to entertain.

As Luna approached the makeshift nursery of grass and fur, the cubs' eyes widened in shock. "What on earth is that?" Lola demanded, her voice a mix of curiosity and fear. The other lionesses gathered around, whispering to one another, their tails swishing in agitation.

Lisa, the intellectual of the bunch, took a cautious step forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the human baby. "I've heard from the birds that your kind are a threat to us all," she said, her voice low and serious. "They say that humans are the ones who brought darkness to the lands."

Luna set Lincoln down gently in the nest, his tiny fingers curling around a piece of soft grass. She turned to face her sisters, her gaze steady. "This is Lincoln," she announced firmly. "And I believe he can be the bridge between our worlds. He doesn't have to be a threat. With our guidance, he can be our greatest ally."

The other lionesses exchanged skeptical glances, but Luna's confidence was contagious. They could feel the warmth emanating from the human child, the innocence that seemed to radiate from his very pores. Perhaps, just perhaps, Luna was onto something.

But before they could deliberate further, a chill wind swept over the pride lands, carrying with it the distant sound of a hyena's cackle. It was a grim reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond their borders. If they were going to raise a human among them, they would have to be vigilant.

And so, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, the sisters agreed to keep Lincoln a secret. For now, at least. They had no idea what the future held for this strange little creature, but they were determined to find out. And in the quiet heart of Pride Rock, under the watchful eyes of the ancestors, the seeds of an unlikely friendship were sown.

The quiet rustle of leaves filled the air as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the savannah. A young lioness named Luna padded softly through the tall grass, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She had made an unusual discovery that had become the talk of the pride. In her jaws, she carried something small and precious – a human baby, wrapped in the soft fur of a gazelle.

The cubs of the pride, Lola and Lana, watched with curiosity from afar, their tails flicking with excitement. They had never seen anything like it before. As Luna approached the pride's resting spot, the chatter of the lionesses grew to a hushed murmur. The two sisters looked at each other, their eyes wide with wonder.

"What is that?" Lola whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and awe.

Luna laid the small, wriggling creature down before them. "This," she announced, her voice filled with pride, "is Lincoln. He's not like us; he's a baby human."

The sisters exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of the tiny, pink-skinned creature. "But what does he do?" Lana questioned, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Humans are different," Luna explained, her eyes reflecting the wisdom she had gathered during her travels beyond the savannah. "They don't play like us yet."

The sisters leaned in, sniffing cautiously at the baby's wrinkled face. "He looks like a monkey with no hair," Lana giggled. Luna couldn't help but chuckle. Lincoln's eyes fluttered open, and he cooed at the new faces surrounding him. The cubs' laughter grew louder, their tails swishing with amusement. Despite his peculiarities, Lincoln was quickly becoming the pride's latest fascination.

But Lori, the more mischievous of the two, couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. She didn't understand why Luna had brought this human into their midst. It was unnatural, and it filled her with an inexplicable sense of unease. The idea of keeping a secret from the adult lions was thrilling, sure, but the thought of harboring a creature from another world felt like a recipe for trouble.

As the days passed, Luna took on the role of a second mother to Lincoln, teaching him to crawl and even attempting to show him the basics of hunting. Lola and Lana watched with a mix of amazement and skepticism. The human baby was a constant source of entertainment, but Lori remained wary. She knew the male lions would not be amused if they found out, especially their father, the pride's fierce leader, Leo.

One evening, Lori returned from a successful hunt with a zebra leg for her sisters. The smell of fresh meat made Lana's mouth water, but she couldn't shake the thought of the baby. "Why don't we just tell everyone?" she asked Luna, her voice low and concerned. "They'll find out eventually."

Luna looked at her sisters, her gaze serious. "For now, it's our secret to protect. We don't know what they'd do if they found out." Lori nodded in agreement, a wicked glint in her eye. If the adults weren't going to be told, then she had an idea of how they could use this secret to their advantage. "But maybe," she suggested, "we could show him off to the other prides. Imagine their reaction!"

The cubs looked at each other, and a spark of excitement lit up their faces. Luna sighed but couldn't help the smile that crept onto her muzzle. "Alright," she conceded. "But only if we can keep him safe."

Their secret grew more thrilling with each passing day, as Lincoln began to toddle around the pride. But as the months rolled on, so did the whispers of the other lions. The males had noticed the absence of the human smell on Luna's breath and the unexplained softness in her eyes. The tension grew thick, and Lori's idea began to feel more like a burden than a game.

But the sisters were bound by their promise and their love for the baby. They watched him grow, teaching him the ways of the lions, while simultaneously keeping him hidden from the prying eyes of the adults. Lana, ever the gentle soul, took to bringing him insects to play with, much to Lincoln's delight.

Luna knew their secret couldn't last forever. The males would soon demand an explanation for her frequent disappearances. But for now, she cherished the moments with her newfound family, the human baby who had stumbled into their world.

One evening, as they played together under the watchful eyes of the setting sun, Luna looked at Lincoln. "You must promise me something," she whispered into his ear. "You must always be careful, and when the time comes, you must be ready to leave us."

Lincoln looked up at her, his eyes wide with innocence. He didn't understand her words, but he could feel the love and urgency behind them. With a gentle pat on his back, she sent him off to play with his sisters.

The sisters had grown attached to the human, but deep down, they knew their worlds were too different to truly coexist. The savannah was vast, and it held secrets they had yet to discover. And as Lori's plan took shape, they knew that the time to reveal their secret was drawing nearer.

The day came when Lynn Sr. and Rita, the king and queen of Pride Rock, returned from a successful hunt. The sisters huddled around Luna, their hearts racing as they watched the majestic lions approach. Luna took a deep breath and stepped forward, her eyes meeting Lynn Sr.'s. "We have something to tell you," she began, her voice steady despite her nerves.

The air grew tense as Luna led them to a secluded area of the rock, where Lincoln played, surrounded by the soft fur of his makeshift lion family. The moment Lynn Sr. laid eyes on the human, his mane bristled, and he took a step back, his tail swishing with agitation.

"What is this?" he roared, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the tiny, pink creature.

Luna stepped in front of Lincoln, her gaze never leaving her father's. "We found him alone. He would have died if we didn't bring him here."

Rita's eyes softened, and she moved closer to the baby, nudging him gently with her nose. "He's so small," she murmured.

The sisters watched as Lynn Sr. and Rita exchanged a knowing look. The pride had been blessed with a rare opportunity, but it came with a heavy responsibility. They knew that humans and lions did not mix, but the sight of the defenseless child tugged at their instincts to protect.

After a moment of tense silence, Lynn Sr. spoke, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the rock. "You may keep him," he said, his gaze sweeping over the cubs. "But only if he is to be raised as one of us. He must learn our ways, hunt with us, and survive as we do."

The cubs cheered, their tails wagging with excitement. Lori's anger grew, but she kept her thoughts to herself. For now, Lincoln was safe, and she knew that was what mattered most to Luna.

But as the days passed, Lori couldn't shake her doubt. Every time she saw Lincoln stumble over his lion-like crawl or reach for a leaf instead of a pawful of grass, she felt a pang of annoyance. It was clear to her that this human would never truly belong, no matter how much they tried to change him.

One morning, as they played a game of chase, Lori found herself cornered by Lincoln. His laughter was infectious, and for a moment, she forgot her resentment. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something she hadn't before – a spark of understanding. It was as if he knew he was different, but he didn't care. He was happy with his lion family, and that was all that mattered to him.

Her heart swelled with an unexpected warmth, and she realized that maybe, just maybe, they could make this work. And with that, she gave chase again, her worries momentarily forgotten in the joy of the game. But the whispers of the savannah grew louder, hinting at a storm on the horizon that would challenge their secret and their way of life.

"What is that?" Lola whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and awe.

Luna laid the small, wriggling creature down before them. "This," she announced, her voice filled with pride, "is Lincoln. He's not like us; he's a baby human."

"What is this?" he roared, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the tiny, pink creature.

Luna stepped in front of Lincoln, her gaze never leaving her father's. "We found him alone. He would have died if we didn't bring him here."

Rita's eyes softened, and she moved closer to the baby, nudging him gently with her nose. "He's so small," she murmured.

The cubs cheered, their tails wagging with excitement. Lori's anger grew, but she kept her thoughts to herself. For now, Lincoln was safe, and she knew that was what mattered most to Luna.

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A few days later, the animals of the savannah gathered near Pride Rock, the whispers of the human child reaching every corner of the land. Luna and her sisters watched with a mix of excitement and anxiety as the crowd grew. They had never seen so many creatures come together in one place, not even for the Great Migration.

"What is a human?" a young antelope asked its mother, peeking out from behind a clump of grass.

"They are the future rulers," whispered another, "the ones who walk on two legs and speak without roars."

The anticipation grew as the sisters discussed their theories of what their future king would be like. Would he hunt with the grace of a lion or the cunning of a hyena? Would he lead with the strength of an elephant or the wisdom of an owl?

As the sun reached its zenith, Rafiki, the wise old mandrill, arrived with a skip in his step. His eyes twinkled as he took in the sight before him. "Ah, the future king of the savannah!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying through the air like a gentle breeze.

The animals hushed, waiting for the grand announcement. Rafiki picked up the baby, holding him high, and the crowd gasped in awe. "Look at him, the circle of life will continue through this one," he proclaimed, a wide smile on his wrinkled face. "He will be great, or perhaps... even greater."

The animals bowed their heads, their eyes filled with hope and reverence. Even Lori couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine. But as the crowd dispersed, she found herself standing alone, her thoughts racing. "Humans destroy everything they touch," she murmured to herself. "We're just delaying the inevitable."

The tension between the sisters grew as they watched Lincoln crawl towards Rita, who was nursing Lily, the pride's newest addition. Luna crouched beside them, her eyes shining with a fierce protectiveness that Lori had never seen before. "He will learn to hunt and protect," she assured her sisters. "He will be one of us."

Lori rolled her eyes. "Humans are dangerous," she spat. "They will only bring us harm." But her protests fell on deaf ears as the pride embraced the human baby, eager to see what the future held for their kingdom.

The days turned to weeks, and Lincoln grew stronger, his human curiosity leading him to explore the savannah with the same enthusiasm as the lion cubs. Yet, Lori's doubt grew stronger with each passing moment. She knew the truth about humans, and she couldn't ignore the fear that clutched at her heart.

One night, as the stars twinkled above like a blanket of diamonds, Lori took a solitary walk. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm, and she needed space to breathe. It was there, under the vast sky, that she made her decision. The human child could not become king; it went against the very fabric of the natural order.

The wind picked up, carrying with it the distant sounds of a roaring waterfall, and Lori knew what she had to do. She would leave the pride, find her own way, and never look back. The human's fate was in the hands of her sisters now, and she hoped that they would see the danger before it was too late.

Her paws dug into the earth as she broke into a run, her eyes never leaving the horizon. The savannah stretched out before her, filled with the whispers of the night, and she knew she couldn't ignore her instincts any longer. The story of the human king would unfold without her, but she would not be a part of it.

The sisters watched her go, their hearts heavy with the weight of the secret they had to keep. Luna knew that Lori's fears were not unfounded, but she also knew that Lincoln was a part of their pride now, and they had a duty to protect him.

With a heavy sigh, she turned to her sisters and the human child. "We must be vigilant," she said solemnly. "We must teach him the ways of the savannah, so he can rule with the wisdom and strength of a true king."

Their eyes met in silent understanding, and as the moon cast its silvery glow on their faces, they knew that they were bound by more than just blood – they were bound by the fate of the savannah itself. Luna took the lead, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We will start his training tomorrow," she declared. "But for now, let him be a cub."

The sisters nodded solemnly and gathered around the human baby, Leni plucking a few soft feathers from a nearby bird's nest and placing them gently on his head. "You're going to be a mighty lion one day," she cooed, her voice filled with wonder.

Luna couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Don't worry, little one," she said, nuzzling Lincoln's cheek. "We'll show you how to rule the land with the grace of a gazelle and the fierceness of a lion."

Luan rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Or maybe he'll just end up being our furry little monkey," she teased, poking at his belly and eliciting a giggle from the baby. Despite the seriousness of their situation, moments like these made them feel like cubs again, playing without a care in the world.

The next morning dawned with a promise of adventure. Luna led Lincoln to the edge of Pride Rock, the sun painting the sky in strokes of pink and gold. "Look," she said, pointing to the horizon. "That's our kingdom."

Lincoln's eyes grew wide with excitement, and he reached out, his tiny hand grasping for the distant horizon. His sisters watched with pride swelling in their chests.

Lynn took charge, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Today, we're going to play coconut ball," she announced. She rolled a small, round fruit in front of Lincoln, who stared at it with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "You kick it," she encouraged, nudging

it closer to his chubby legs.

The baby looked up at Lynn, then back at the fruit, and with all his might, he swung his leg. The fruit barely moved, but the effort made him laugh, a sound so pure and innocent that it washed away the sisters' worries for a brief moment.

As they played, Lola and Lana's bickering grew more intense. "I want to play with him first," Lola protested. "No, it's my turn," Lana shot back, her tail swishing back and forth.

Luna sighed, her paws on her hips. "Girls, he's not a toy. We must share and be patient."

Finally, it was Lucy's turn. She approached with a serious expression, her eyes focused. "I want to show you something important," she said, her voice filled with a strange reverence.

The other sisters watched as she closed her eyes, her body tensing with concentration. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared before them – a saber-toothed tiger, the ancestor of all lions. The specter looked down at Lincoln with a mix of curiosity and wisdom.

"This is our ancestor," Lucy whispered. "The first king of Pride Rock."

The air grew thick with the weight of history, and the cubs looked at each other, their eyes reflecting a newfound respect for the human child in their midst.

Later that day, as the sun began to dip, Lisa joined them, her expression thoughtful. In her paws, she held a stick and some chalk. She drew a crude map of the savannah, pointing to different areas. "Here is where we hunt," she explained, drawing a zigzagging line. "And here is where we must stay away."

Her gaze fell on the elephant graveyard, a place filled with whispers of the dead. "It's sacred," she said solemnly. "Even the bravest of lions do not tread there."

Lincoln studied the drawing with wide eyes, his little hand reaching out to touch the chalk marks. He didn't understand the words, but he could feel the importance of what she was saying

The sisters watched as Lincoln grew more and more engrossed in their world, their hearts swelling with hope. They had a duty to prepare him for his future, but they also had to face the reality of their world. The savannah was vast, and it was filled with dangers that no human could ever truly understand.

Yet, even as the lion sisters and their human charge grew closer, the whispers of the savannah grew louder. In the shadowy corners of the elephant graveyard, where the great beasts of the land came to find peace in their final moments, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed, the cunning hyena trio, huddled over the remains of a once-noble elephant. Their snarling maws tore at the decaying flesh, the stench of death thick in the air around them.

Shenzi, the cleverest of the three, spoke through a mouthful of gristle. "We need a new plan," she mused. "With Lynn Sr. and his pride growing stronger, we'll never take Pride Rock again."

Banzai, always eager for a fight, snorted. "Why bother with schemes? Let's just eat them all!"

Ed, the smallest and most thoughtful of the group, looked up with a gleam in his eye. "But what if we had a king of our own?"

Shenzi paused, a piece of elephant skin hanging from her teeth. "What are you blabbering about?"

With a flap of its ragged wings, a vulture landed nearby. "I've heard tell of a new king," it croaked, "one who could change the balance of power."

The hyena's ears perked up. "Another lion?"

The vulture cackled. "No, not a lion. A human."

Shenzi spat out the piece of skin. "A human? They're all dead!"

"Not this one," the vulture insisted. "This one lives, raised by lions themselves. If you capture him, you could use him to rule Pride Rock once more."

The hyena's eyes grew wide with greed and excitement. "A human king?" Shenzi mused, the wheels of her mind turning. "It's a risky play, but it could work. If the other animals think this creature is the chosen one, they might just follow us."

The trio exchanged hungry glances, their stomachs rumbling not just with hunger but with the promise of power. They had been outcasts for too long, and the thought of reclaiming their rightful place at the top of the food chain was too tantalizing to resist.

As the vulture took off into the sky, they plotted their next move. The savannah had given them a gift, a tool to manipulate the pride. All they had to do was take it.

The sisters continued their lessons with Lincoln, each day bringing new challenges and discoveries. But as they taught him to stalk and pounce like a lion, they couldn't shake the feeling that their time together was limited. The whispers grew into full-fledged rumors, and soon, even the hyena trio heard of the human baby who would be king.

Shenzi, ever the strategist, saw the potential in this strange turn of events. "We must find this human," she whispered to her brothers. "With him, we can control the pride, and Pride Rock will be ours once again."

The hyenas loped through the savannah, their eyes sharp and their intent clear. The fate of the land rested on the tiny shoulders of a creature who didn't even know the weight of his destiny.

The sisters had no idea that the shadows of their past were closing in, bringing with them the dark intentions of those who had once called the graveyard home. But the savannah was vast, and secrets had a way of unraveling under the unblinking gaze of the sun. And as the days grew shorter and the nights grew colder, the storm they had long feared began to brew.

As the sun set, painting the sky with strokes of fiery red and orange, the pride retreated into the safety of Pride Rock. The cubs played tirelessly, their laughter echoing off the ancient stones, but the adults remained ever-watchful. Luna had noticed Lori's distance, the way she avoided their human sibling with a glower, and it filled her with a sense of unease she couldn't shake.

Inside the cave, the siblings curled up together, their purrs and snores mixing with the sweet sound of Lincoln's gentle breaths. The human baby yawned, a gesture so adorable it was hard not to smile. Rita looked down at him, her heart swelling with pride. "He'll make a great king," she said softly to Lynn Sr.

Her mate, his mane glowing in the fading light, nodded. "With our guidance, he will be," he agreed. But even as he spoke, Rita could see the doubt in his eyes. What if the other animals discovered the truth? Would they accept a human as their ruler, or would they turn on them?

The whispers grew into a soft, anxious murmur, and Luna knew that their secret could no longer be contained. They had to be prepared for what was to come, for the day when Lincoln would have to face his destiny.

Meanwhile, Lori had found refuge in a small cave by the lake, a place where she could think without the constant reminder of the human's presence. Her eyes never left the distant silhouette of Pride Rock, anger burning in her chest. "They've gone mad," she murmured, "letting a human be our king."

The water rippled before her, reflecting the shifting shadows of the night. Lori knew she couldn't sit idly by while her family embraced this alien creature. The thought of a human ruling over the savannah was an abomination, a stain on the very fabric of the circle of life.

With a snarl, she stood up, her eyes flashing with a newfound resolve. "I will not let this happen," she vowed to the moon. "I will save my family, even if it means going against them."

Her mind raced with possibilities, each more treacherous than the last. But as the stars began to wink into existence above her, Lori knew that she had to act swiftly. The human could not be allowed to stay, not if she wanted to protect her pride.

The whispers grew into a roar, and the night air trembled with the anticipation of change. The savannah was on the cusp of a revelation that would shake its very foundation. And as Lori slunk back into the shadows, her heart set on a dangerous path, the whispers grew louder, carrying the scent of betrayal on the wind.