Hello Padawans,
It Is I!
Mr. Ground.
After uploading my first chapter I got quite the helpful and reminding Critique from a fellow Fanfic Author. So I'll be answering some of his questions
1. If you want to view this as a Older Lincoln AU, Go ahead but my plans hold a different future. Which I will not spoil.
2. Every Character, besides Lincoln is the same age.
3. I'm working on This because; A. I wanted to at least upload a chapter for this plot so i don't forget and to 'test the waters'. B. Because I'm doing some planning on how to continue 'Lincoln Loud, Blood Mage'.
4. They are staying the same age, I'm not upping any for romantic value, Lincoln is working at 3 different grade schools teaching multiple subjects so I'm keeping it how it is.
5. Of course Lincoln is going have trouble with the more rebellious children of the loud house, sure I rushed a bit but I am no fool. But Thank you very much for the reminder.
Alright that's it for now, I'll answer anyone elses questions in future chapters.
With Minor Affection
Mr. Ground
Mr. Lincoln made his way to the band hall, reviewing the student's information on a sheet of paper. His eyes didn't leave the paper as he strutted to class without a doubt of direction. He walked in to find it plenty noisier than the first two. He saw that the source of such sound came from another 'loud sister', Luna Loud, a brunette with a 'colorful' attire. Mr. Lincoln was now seeing a pattern and the problem of the school district. The bell rang and most quieted down, holding their instruments, but Luna seemed too into playing hers. Mr. Lincoln found this quite disappointing.
He took stand at the front of the class and waited for Luna to calm down. after she was done, she could feel the piercing eyes of the new teacher rested on her, they weren't sharp like a glare, but more heavy like a judge deciding his verdict. Luna felt uncomfortable and took her seat. Mr. Lincoln spoke. "Good Morning Class, I am Mr. Lincoln and I-" He was rudely interrupted by Luna mindlessly plucking at the strings of her guitar. He cleared his throat and Luna was snapped out of her daydreams, noticing her messing with the guitar. "Sorry Guv', won't happen again!" She spoke with a fake English accent and chuckled nervously, but his pressuring gaze didn't let up.
"Miss Luna, Bring me your instrument." Luna was perplexed. "Um...do you mean my guitar?" She asked out of confirmation. "Yes Miss Luna, did I stutter?" Luna was not liking this new teacher. "I didn't mean it! I was just dozing off!" Mr. Lincoln merely held out his hands, the students were watching the spectacle. "No! It's mine, and I didn't do anything wrong!" He slowly approached her, hands still waiting for the instrument. "This is the second time you have interrupted class, I see that as a means for punishment." She growled like an animal. "So what?! Like I said, it's mine!"
He was now standing in front of her, reaching out. But she got on the chair and held the Guitar like a weapon. "BACK OFF!" She swung at him but the guitar was immediately caught by his right hand and yanked away with ease, but Luna found herself to be pulled as well. She unexpectedly fell into him, Mr. Lincoln catching her with ease. She was surprised, yet that surprise turned quickly into embarrassment at her realizationshe was now in the firm arms of her teacher, she slowly looked up at him, expecting a glare. But there was none, just eyes filled with inconceivable emotions. He gently released her but kept the guitar. "You may get it back from me this afternoon in the staff parking lot."
She gave grumpy grunt before just sitting back down and crossing her arms, still blushing but not refusing. He seemed contempt with the reaction and went to the from, continuing the lesson. After a good half hour, class ended and Mr. Lincoln mysteriously disappeared and once again flowed with the crowds of students. He then headed towards Theatre now. He did the usual, walk in, stand in front of the class, and wait for silence.
It was actually quiet for this period, which moderately surprised him, but it was not unexpected. He had a easy time until 15 minute's in, he heard giggling. He turned his sights onto a brunette with a ponytail and braces, giggling to herself. Luan Loud, as he indentified. "Luan, Is there something funny about my lesson?" He spoke softly to the giggly gal. She looked up at him smiling. "Hm? Oh sorry! Just thought of this new joke." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Would you mind sharing it?" Her smile grew bigger. "Not at all!" She stood, all eyes on her.
"Are you a popsicle?" He blinked but responded "No." She grinned. "Then why do act like you have a stick up your ass?" Some students gasped or groaned, but luan and few others laughed. Mr. Lincoln looked unamused. He crossed the classroom in no time until he stood before her, looking down at her. She felt a chill run up her back as his eyes locked on hers. She felt a hand on her back as she was pulled close to him gently. He spoke in her ear. "Do you wanna also hear a joke?" She couldn't respond as his warmth flowed into her body. Brushing his free hand against her cheek, asking softly "What do you do with such a naughty girl?" She shuddered as his breath graced her ear. "He leaned in very close, she blushed as he drew close until...
"Lunch Detention." He said clearly before giving Luan's cheek a little pinch, she jumped in a little surprise by it and winced, she was embarrassed and shocked by this. The bell rang and he gathered his things, Luan staring at him flabbergasted, not knowing whether to hate or love him. But he vanished once again. Mr. Lincoln was in his sedan, heading to the middle school. He parked in a reserved space and made his way to the gym.
He used the Teacher Locker Room to change into a more 'sporting' outfit. He now wore a white t-shirt, black sweatpants, and sneakers. His arms were a mix of muscles and veins, looking oddly creepy but strong. He headed into the gym once again to find gis class gathered there, a class of rowdy and loud girls who were now gawking at their new teacher. He spoke crystal clear, his voice echoing. "Alright everyone, today I'll be reviewing your stamina and how long you can last so I can get the gist of what y'all can handle. Ready?" The girls roared with agreement as he led them to the track field.
He mainly was just observing how they were doing, how fast they ran, how committed they were, etc. But as he was writing down his observations, he saw another head of messy brown hair in front of him, he lowered his clipboard to meet eyes with a smirking Lynn Jr. Loud. He recognized her as one of the top students of this class so he didn't quite understand why she's bothering him. "Yes Miss Lynn?" He asked softly. "So are you just some old pervert? Seriously, you haven't done anything than just watch us and write notes. That's pretty creepy." Mr. Lincoln, or now Coach Lincoln, lnew this tactic well. It was to fluster the teacher into getting angry, and doing something to get them into trouble.
He just shrugged. "Maybe I am. And I had no realization that the late twenties were considered old, I guess you must know alot hm? Despite this being one of the only few clssses your even passing in." His trick worked, SHE was the flustered one. "S-shut up creep!" He scoffed. "Shame, to be so foul mouthed to someone who genuinely cares about your health and learning." She was growling and grinding her teeth. "Ok then! Prove that your not some creep! Show us your qualified for this class!" This reaction made his eyebrows rise in feign surprise. "Me? Qualified? I'm far from it." She was about to shout at him but he put a hand up. "But if you wish, then I'll show you. Might as well anyway." He handed the clipboard and pen to a awestruck girl, and a stopwatch to Lynn Jr..
He walked onto the field called out to Lynn. "Four laps is nearly a mile, and the average time for this class is 6-8 minutes. Your's was 4." She nodded and had the stopwatch ready. He took position, Going low, fingertips to the ground, left leg stretched back, the right leg bent up to his chest. Lynn took a deep breath as Coach Lincoln did. "GO!!!" She shouted and started the stopwatch. But the second she started it, He was dashing down the track, passing girls who were unaware, squealing in surprise. The second even a toe graced the ground, the other foot was already up and out for another stride. He moved and didn't stop like a machine, but maneuvered like in a split second around the girls who were on the track, even hurdling over a line of them.
Girls were eventually shouting and cheering as he had already completed 3 laps. He crossed the finishing line and skidded to a stop. Without another breath, he turned to a shocked Lynn. who just stopped tye time on the stopwatch. He walked past her, speaking as he passed, not even looking at her. "They didn't hire me cuz I'm qualified. Because I'm not. I'm OVERQUALIFIED." He said sincerely. The stopwatched had stopped at exactly 3:30. He had beat her best. He led them back in as he went to the teacher locker room, put on some deodorant, wipe off sweat, and get changed into his suit. After the bell rung he headed to History.
To Be Continued...
