Hello, I'm doing a collection of Christmas themed stories with the Loud House. Each story is a short (probably no longer than 2,500 words) story done as one shot. The stories will zig zag with cannon, be in their own alternative universes, a parody of a Christmas story/special, different times , and anything really; just Christmas related (though, I might add in Hanukkah and New Year's if I think up anything. This will have some light-hearted stories, dark stories (not too dark but yeah). Any if you have a suggestion or idea for a story, I'm open to ideas. Anyway Let's get to the first Story. Thanks for Reading.

Story 1: All I want is you

Premise: Taking place when Lincoln is at the of age 21 and he wants to get (Girl) Jordan a good Christmas gift.

It was one of those December days when it's blistering cold, gray sky, and the smell of burning wood was in the Royal Woods was decorated for the season with Christmas trees, Christmas lights, and the was a Thursday, but still busy because everyone was looking for a deal as the two weeks before Christmas was a rush. Lincoln was walking into Michelson's Department store. He pushed through the crowd and made it to the back.

"You made it with just 2 minutes to spare," Clare said.

"I know, I should have been here earlier," he said.

She laughed.

"I only care if you are late, not how early you are," she replied.

"This place is packed," he said.

"Welcome to retail at Christmas," she said.

"Well, I've just got to deal with it; for the next 6 hours," he said.

"That's the spirit, today you are working in women's clothing," she said.

He looked down at his clothing, he was still wearing his winter outwear.

"I don't mean you will be wearing women's clothing; I mean the women's clothing department section," she said.

"Oh, sorry, Boss," he said, "Wait, why?"

"We're short-staffed already; people have weak immune systems," she answered.

"Do you have any hand sanitizer?" he asked.

The 21-year-old walked over a blue and gold jacket, that caught his eyes, a few weeks ago. He thought it would be great for Jordan, but the problem was: the price. For a guy who has to get gifts for ten sisters, 4 nieces and nephews, parents, and friends, it was already a stretch on his wallet.

"I'm halfway saved up," he said.

He went to the women's clothing section and it looked like Berlin after World War II. He refolded clothes, fixed ones on hangers, made sure the sizes were marked correctly on the hangers and made sure everything was in order. He yawned, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and this was his second job of the day.

"Excuse me, Sir," a man said to him.

"Yes, how may I help you?" Lincoln asked.

"Yes, uh," the man said, looking at Lincoln's name tag, "Lincoln, do you have this sweater in a woman's size 4?"

Lincoln looked at the turquoise sweater to get an understanding of who made it and if there were any others.

"Branigan's huh?" Lincoln said, "Let me check."

He came back to the man frowning.

"I'm sorry, Sir, we don't have them in that size, currently," he said.

"Well, that's just great; are you sure; you looked?" the man asked with an annoyed tone.

"Yes, I checked, we don't have them in stock, at this time, check back in a few days," Lincoln replied.

"Eh, screw this store; I'll just buy online," the man said as he walked away.

"Wait, are you buying that sweater?" Lincoln asked.

The man threw the sweater at him and laughed. Lincoln sighed but just folded the sweater and put it back its right spot. It was the nicest mean customer he experienced in a while. The crowd was becoming people who were getting off work and decided to shop instead of going home or something. Lincoln saw out the window, the sky getting dark as they did before five in December.

"Hey Loud, I need you to organize these juniors' pajamas," Claire said.

"Yes, Ma`am," he said.

She handed him a shopping cart filled with pajama sets. He took control and rolled them over the spot where they were for sale. Claire walked over again and gave him a yellow sign.

"Don't put this sign up until you are done, unless you want to die," she said.

"Why is that?" he asked.

"It's at 50 percent off Juniors' Pajamas sale sign, for the time the PJ's are available on these racks," she explained.

"Another flash sale?" Lincoln asked.

"Yep, the guys upstairs, like it," she said.

Lincoln rubbed his eyes and went to work, putting up the PJ's on the racks. He was quick and efficient. Doing his family's laundry gave him some skill, that for once, was useful. Finally, he put up the sign. It was quick, one person saw the sign that caused others to see it, and a crowd gathered and stripped the racks bare. Lincoln barely got away from there.

"You made it out of there, just in time," Randy said.

"I've thought my family was crazy but, this is yikes," Lincoln said.

"You always talk about them, I still can't believe it," Randy said.

"It's true," Lincoln replied.

"Anyways, I'm off the clock now, see ya Tomorrow," Randy said.

"Have a good evening, "Lincoln said.

"Thanks, and good luck," Randy replied.

After work, Lincoln came home to his apartment. The television was on, and Jordan was lying on the couch, sleeping. He walked over and poked her on the shoulder. She shook herself awake and turned down her nervousness when she realized it was Lincoln.

"Hey, I must have dozed off," she said.

"It's alright; you should go to bed," he replied.

"I think you should too, you really get some sleep too," she said.

"Yeah, I know; it's only two more weeks of this," he replied.

"I wish you would quit, I can help out with your gifts," she replied.

"No," he replied, causing her to get startled.

"I'm sure your family will understand; it's better than killing yourself," she replied.

"I'll be alright, please don't worry."

"I have to worry if you don't, who will?"

He grabbed her hand and held it for a while; it was warm and smooth; he loved how it felt. Her eyes were sweet as their blue coloring looked like sapphires, and she had a smile on her face that could melt a snowman how warm it felt.

"We are doing this for her," he thought.

The next morning, Lincoln got ready for his main job. He saw Jordan sitting on the couch and sewing a pocket on her brown jacket.

"Good Morning," she said.

"Morning," he replied.

"What do you think?" she asked.

He looked at the jacket she was holding up with the pocket sticking out.

"You had another hole?" he asked.

"Yep, I think my pen poked a whole in that one," she said.

The jacket had noticeable patches from repairs previously made, and some of the pockets had resewed bottoms.

"It looks good, hope it holds," he replied.

"I'm sure it will," she replied.

"Have you thought of getting a new one?"

"Hmm, of course, but I can wait until the season is over and get one on sale."

"By then, it will be warm, and you won't need one."

"For next winter, silly," she said.

Over the next couple weeks, Lincoln worked six days a week, pulling over 12 hours-a-day on weekdays and 8 hours on Saturdays. He'd spend his Sundays getting some extra rest and any extra time he had left with Jordan. Finally, it was the day before Christmas. Lincoln's shift at Michelson's was early and short, as the store was closing at seven.

"Here's your final paycheck, Lincoln, Merry Christmas," Claire said.

"Thanks, Claire, Merry Christmas to you as well," he replied.

"You know, if you need a permeant job here, I can put in a good word for you," Claire said.

"Thanks, I might consider that."

He went to the bank to get his check cashed and came back to the store. He went to where the jackets were but, sadly the entire rack was empty. The only thing left was the yellow flash sale sign. He bent his head down and teared up.

"Oh, Lincoln, you're back?" Claire asked.

"Claire," he said with a sound of desperation in his voice.

"What is it?" she responded.

"You know those jackets that were here?" he asked.

"Yeah, they went out in our flash sale; I even bought one," she said.

"Is there any more in the back?" he asked.

"No, I'm sorry we aren't getting any more until January," she said.

"I was going to get one for my girlfriend; that's the reason why I took this job."

"Well, what size is she, and what color did you want? I'll save you one for the new shipment."

"She's small, I was going to get the blue and gold one."

"I'll save you one then."

"It'll be too late; it was going to be a Christmas gift."

"I'm sorry, Lincoln."

"It's not your fault," he said, "I'm going to go find Jordan gift before the stores close."

He put his hands in his coat pocket and walked with his head down. All the planning he did, and he failed anyway. After buying another gift, he came home, took off his coat, and slouched into the couch. Jordan came home, and he hid his disappointment. She made them both some hot chocolate. They sat together and set to watch some Christmas movies.

"It's finally Christmas Eve," she said with joy.

"Yeah, the time has really gone fast," he said.

"Oh, so are we going to your family's house in the morning, or in the evening?" she asked.

"I want to go in the evening," he replied.

"Who's going to be there, anyway?"

"All my younger sisters, Leni, her husband, their son, Luan, Pop-Pop, Gram-Gram, and Lynn."

"Guess, we should bring something to eat as well."

"Maybe some cookies?"

She laughed.

That evening, they spent some time under a blanket and sitting on the couch watching some Christmas movies. The apartment was warm. Lincoln was slightly tired from his long tenuous schedule.

"You really shouldn't have worked yourself like that," she said.

"I know," he replied.

"Here, you can lay your head on my lap," she said.

He didn't argue and relaxed his head on her lap. She ran her fingers through his white hair, and they continued to watch "A Christmas Story" on TV. Their 3 feet tall plastic Christmas tree light up the otherwise dark room. At some point, they went to bed.

The next morning was Christmas. Lincoln still loved the day even though he was feeling down about not getting Jordan that special gift.

"Merry Christmas, Lincoln, I love you," she said.

Jordan handed him a gift. Lincoln tore off the blue wrapping paper which revealed a box. Then, he opened the box and saw that she had gotten him a set of Ace Savvy figures, some rare collectible ones at that.

"Jordan, you shouldn't have, these must have been expensive," he said.

"I bought ones through the year, and that's not the point; I bought them because I know you like them," she replied.

Tears ran down his face and he wiped them off.

"Thank you and I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry, for what?" she asked. Her head tilted in confusion.

"I wanted to get you a gift, I knew you would love but, the store ran out before I could buy it," he said.

"That's alright, but what's that, then?"

"I did get you something."

He handed her the green paper wrapped gift. She carefully tore off the paper. Inside a box, there was a pin.

"Aww, Lincoln, that is so sweet, it's like the one I lost a few years ago," she said.

"Yeah, well I saw it in a store and remember you have a favorite pin like that," he said.

She gave him a great big hug. There was a knock at the door.

"I wonder who that is," he said.

He got up and opened the door.

"Claire?" He asked.

Claire was standing at the door holding a large gift bag.

"Merry Christmas!" She sang.

"Thanks, do you want to come in a second?" he asked.

"I'm just stopping by to drop off something before I go see my brother," she said.

"Oh, are you bribing me to return in the new year?" he joked.

"No, I think you'll be happy with this gift, it's for your girlfriend," she said.

"You got my girlfriend a gift?"

"No Dummy, it's from you to her."

"Thanks, do you want to say hello?"

"Nah, I'm trying to be Santa"

"Well, thank you, and Merry Christmas."

He came back inside with the bag, still had a befuddled look on his face.

"I didn't know deliveries came on Christmas Day," Jordan said.

"It was Claire, from work, she brought this bag, said it's from me to you," Lincoln said.

She looked inside the bag and pulled out a blue and gold jacket.

"Oh my gosh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Lincoln was confused and didn't know what to say.

"You, were playing all coy and pretending you didn't get me that gift you wanted to get me, huh?"

"No, No, I mean, that was the jacket I wanted to get you, but they were sold out."

"This must have been expensive, is that why you took that second job, to get me this?"

He nodded.

"That's so sweet of you."

He smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

"You, idiot," she said as she slapped in the back of the head.

He rubbed his head to soothe his pain.

"You didn't have to work your self hard just to get me a fancy jacket."

"I know, but I really wanted to get you something nice for Christmas, and your old jacket was falling apart."

"Thank you so much, Lincoln, but you know, I have my best gift already."

"Oh really, the pin?"

"No, you, you are my best gift."

"That's such a cheesy thing to say."

"But it's true, I love you Lincoln."

"I love you too, Jordan."