Guest-you said if a person loved someone in a romantic fasion, they would not seek to couple with someone else. You then said Lincoln only had sex with those he loved. It can't be both. Either one can enagage in a polyamorous relationship and love all those they're engaged with, or one must stay strictly monogomous with someone if they truly love them. Also most iterations of Lincoln featuring the sin-kids has him be a person every female who'd have him. There are multiple kids he sired with most women who aren't depicted as having deeply in love with.
Goofball, if we were to take your statement as true, would that not necessitate us concluding Lincoln doesn't love his sisters as much they love him?
Zeo man would love to hear a more in-depth analysis on what's causing the story to become boring. I'm not kidding, critism is how someone could grow
Ok enough rambling. For now
Discretion assured beta-read this for some ungodly reason.
Smoking made everything just a little bit better for Lincoln. He smoked whenever he made his deadline. He also tended to smoke on the rare occasions he got to have sex.
So from the living room, as he watched Lynn prepared to get on her bike to drive off, he lighted up a nice ole cancer stick. The sport's obsessed woman shot him a glare as she got on her bike. He shot her the bird as she rode off.
Lincoln Loud was not hateful person-but he sincerely wished the woman lost her balance, fell off the bike, and broke her fucking neck on her way home.
"Those things are super unhealthy, you know." a familiar voice said Lincoln turned his head and saw Lacy cradling the football he got her. Lincoln guessed the girl like sports given her mother but knew that wasn't an excellent indicator for her interests. His guess proved on point, though.
"Yep, they'll take your lungs, teeth, and your life, which is why you shouldn't do it. Just say no to drugs, kid," he said before blowing a ring.
"Why do it then?" Lacy asked, genuinely bewildered.
"It relaxes me," Lincoln explained.
Lacy smiled. "Well, I know a better, way more fun, and healthier way to relax."
Lincoln waited for her to continue. She just stared at him in expectation. Lincoln suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
"Ok, what is it," Lincoln asked, already having an idea of what her answer would be.
"Playing football!" she cheerfully pronounced.
Lincoln grunted in response, neither affirming or disagreeing with the statement.
"Maybe we could toss the old pigskin in the backyard." the small girl suggested.
There were very few things Lincoln found less appealing than playing a real live actual sport. The guy was a classical dork through and through. Hell, if Lacy just said asked to punch Lincoln in the throat, he'd probably be more tempted to say yes.
He also preferred not to be around the kids. Lincoln didn't dislike most of them except Lupa, who had given him sufficient cause. They just made him uncomfortable.
Lacy gave him a hopeful look, which stopped him from just immediately saying no. He figured she deserved a better reason than it'd be boring.
"Well, doctors say playing football has a ton of medical drawbacks_."
"Only weak-livered nerds who've never threw a ball in their life say that." Lacy declared with absolute confidence.
"Well, that's, an opinion," Lincoln responded
"My mom told me so, and she knows everything about sports," she added as if the idiotic ramblings of a gym teacher triumphed upon decades of well established medical research.
His sister Lynn had made similar complaints about any sport she liked-that only pansies talked about increasing regulations in regards to it.
Lincoln decided to change his rhetoric. "Well, I would love to play, but you know I can't. I got them smoking lungs."
He gave a slight cough to accentuate his white lie.
"You don't have to do a lot. You could just throw the ball, and I'll catch it." Lacy pressed. "Heck, if you don't like playing football, we could play other things. Hockey, soccer, you name the sport, and I'm game!"
Lincoln frowned. For the past couple of days, the girl hadn't said a word to him besides to thank him for the ball, and honestly, the white-haired man preferred that level of interaction. It's why when he wasn't eating breakfast or dinner, he stayed in his bedroom.
"I don't want to sound like a jerk, but you seem especially friendly today. What's the deal?"
The girl fidgeted slightly. Her eyes fell to her new ball.
"Well, Mom was here, and she said I should give you space," Lacy explained. Meaning her mother ordered her to stay away from him. That's arguably the most helpful thing the woman has done for Lincoln.
"Now that she's gone back to her apartment, I thought we could hang. Umm, no one in the house likes sports' and my dad usually plays with me, especially when my mom's not around." she finished weakly.
Ah. The girl wanted him to play daddy.
"Well, I have to say the offer sounds great, but if your mom says you should stay away from me, I don't want to get you in trouble."
"It's ok, really," Lacy said, not getting the distinct hint of Lincoln not wanting to play with her. "My mom will be cool by the time she comes back 's she's the best woman in the world," Lincoln thought that statement would be true if the only women other in the world were serial-killers. "But she could be a little...cautious. She's still a bit mad at you for hitting me_."
"Your mother hates me," Lincoln clarified.
The girl's eyes widened at his true statement. "My mom doesn't hate you." she assuredly.
Lincoln's balls would disagree.
"It'll take a little while for her to warm up to you, but once she does, you'll see how awesome she is." Lacy proclaimed.
"I'll take your word for that kid." He offered the girl.
The girl started to back away from his arms, splayed out. "Well, I'll be around if you change your mind. You know about playing. No pressure."
"I'll think about it." meaning he'd never broach this topic again and hopes Lacy would forget about it.
Lacy smiled as if he promised to bring the Superbowl to Royal Woods.
"So any other plans tonight?" Lola asked as hiked up her black yoga pants. A provider not only had to create a physical intimacy but emotional intimacy as well, which meant doing things like asking how a client was doing or going to do like a girlfriend would and revealing small tidbits of your life-or at least appearing to. Lola often talked about her struggles in life. Some of which was even true though never showed enough to stalk her or her family-just enough, so her clients think they know really her. Some guys never wanted to talk, and just wanted to fuck.
The Yates were the type to talk-mostly about themselves.
"Not particularly. Tomorrow we're celebrating Belle passing the bar." Bumper bragged from his bed.
"Oh my god, that's awesome ." she enthusiastically as if this was the first time hearing about it.
"Our little girl's going to change the world." Jancey put in.
The couple proceeded to wax poetically on Belle, before inevitably branching out to brag about their other children.
Lola smiled as her customers rambled.
Lola put on her pink sweater and laced up her boots. She grabbed her purse and walked towards the still naked couple.
The blond woman hugged Bumper Yates. She then hugged the man's wife, who kissed her on the cheek, and gave Lola a hard smack on her rump.
Before walking out of the bedroom, she blew the Yates a kiss.
She recounted all the money given to her before heading out of the house. The couple's trust in her wasn't fully reciprocated. The Yates had been reliable customers for a couple of years now. Lola, however, made it a policy never to skirt on any of the precautions she put in place for any of her client's or potential clients. In addition to the high risk of being beaten, raped, and murdered, sex-workers had to worry about being cheated. Lola once had a client she thought was trustworthy hand her a wad of what would turn out to be fake dollar bills.
Lola only found out about the trick after trying to pay her then landlord with the money. Thankfully Her landlord didn't call the cops. Ever since that incident, she's checked any bills she'd gotten for any discrepancies. The biggest peeve for her if the police arrested her, she couldn't even tell the police what transpired without getting into more trouble. Many people justify the laws against prostitution as being needed to protect poor women and girls. Still, from Lola's experience, and observation they're more intended to punish women for the high crime of having fucking a lot of guys for reasons they find distasteful. If any of these people cared to protect women from sexual exploitation, they would have endeavored to close the state' marital-rape loopholes that make it legal for men to assault their unconscious or drugged out wives sexually, but a lot of them didn't. They'd legalize sex-work, so providers like Lola could adequately warn other women of predators.
Admittedly though, it wasn't even one of the worst experiences she's gone through as a provider-those would be the times she's been beaten, raped, and nearly murdered in her work. Those events tended to center around her first year at sex-work. She was less experienced. Less careful. Now Lola always carried mace, a switchblade, and a small gun in her purse far. She made sure to meet any potential client in public and learned to shit or piss herself if all else fails to avoid the possibility of rape. Andrew, an old but big prostitute Lola had been able to meet during her street-walking days and form a partnership with, stayed just outside, ready to intercede on her behalf. The man got 10 percent of what Lola made on a job, but that was more reasonable than a lot of men who'd be willing to do this would demand. Plus, since he was gay, Lola didn't have to worry about him forcing himself on her.
Despite her tribulations, Lola was not ashamed of her work. She helped people feel good, and it was her right to have sex, whoever wanted it from her. Her actions caused far less harm than other supposedly more 'moral' did. Millions of people have died from drinking beer-no one feels the need to denigrate those who sell that deadly product anymore. Lola also took pride in the fact her work would help ensure her Leia, and the other children would have the opportunities she didn't have. Leia said she wanted to join some prestigious military academy in preparation for her future attempts at world-conquest, and goddamnit Lola would make sure her princess did-even if it nearly cost a fortune.
The woman gave a thumbs up to Sandi when she got outside, signaling the man could head home. The woman walked across the street to her home.
Lola came in right when Liena set out dinner for the family. The kids chatted amongst themselves while Lincoln ate his food and had his eyes firmly glued on his plate.
She took her seat by her princess. "How was your day, sweetie?"
"It was pretty good. A potential recruit turned out to be a spy from Stephanie. It took only the threat of wedgie to get her talking about everything she knew about the witch's plans. Any of my soldiers would have endured way much more than that. They know whatever Stephnie could do to them, I would do worse to them, and endure worse for them."
Lola nodded, pleased with the news. Lola taught Leia to establish a proper level of fear and adoration from her followers and those around her. However, one sentiment could work enough, given some situations. Mainly fear. Her princess took the lesson to heart.
Leia continued talking about various technical details of her operations, and Lola listened contently.
"Whose taking Lisa dinner?" Lola inquired as dinner came to a close. Normally her Linky would do that.
"Aunt Lisa said not to bother her," Lyra confessed while helping clear the table.
Lola frowned. "But, you know how entrapped in her work she gets it."
Lyra winched. "I expressed worry to Aunt Lynn, but she just said aunt Lisa herself could decide when she should eat."
Lola slapped her forehead. Of course, Lynn wouldn't check on Lisa. The woman disliked the woman and argued their brother babied the genius.
She pointed to Lincoln. "You follow me."
The two Louds made their way to the basement though before entering, Lola stopped and turned to Lincoln.
"Lincoln, I understand that what we're probably about to see isn't your fault. I and my sisters I failed to tell you how hyper-focused Lisa could get, and we've relied on my Linky to ensure the woman doesn't waste away doing her work. She's the smartest woman in the world, but she's still human-she needs emotional intimacy_."
"I'm not sleeping with any of you." the man blurted out.
"Emotional intimacy. Not physical. Just let Lisa know you care about how she's doing,ng even if you don't. You could get the best out of people if they genuinely think you care about them."
Lola opened the basement door and proceeded downward.
Lisa crouched down at a metal ring. She was tinkering with an open lid on it.
"Hey, Lisa. You doing alright?" the former beauty queen broached.
The small woman turned to them. "Oh, hello elder sister, Lincoln. Yes, I'm doing...adequate with all things considered."
Lola noticed the uneaten plates of food on her desk. Lulu always brought her mother breakfast, but never stayed to insure her mother ate the food.
"When's the last time you ate?" Lola grilled the woman.
The genius dismissively waved a hand and tried turning back to her work.
"Don't ignore me." the diva commanded, turning Lisa to face her. "Answer me."
"When our beloved was here." the small woman whispered weakly.
Lola grounded her teeth. "How could someone so smart be so goddamn stupid?"
"I'm sorry." the genius whispered dejected, her eyes cast down.
Lola frowned. Lisa had never been Lola's favorite person, but the genius was still Lola's baby sister. The former beauty queen may give the nerd hell-rightfully so-but that didn't mean Lola wanted to see her hurting herself.
"Don't be sorry, just don't be a dummy," Lola said softly. She put a hand on Lisa's chin to raise her head, so the two sisters could look each other in the eye.
"You know no one wants Lincy back more than me_."
"So you must understand why it is the utmost importance for me to continue my work." she interrupted.
"You need to continue working in a way that won't kill you." she finished calmly. "I wouldn't want to lose a sister-even if it meant getting back my brother."
"You said you would kill me if I didn't get our brother back."
Lola waved a hand. "Oh, I wasn't serious-the worst I'd do would horrifically mangle you."
Lisa laughed at that as Lola knew she would.
Lola picked up the plate of food and shoved it in Lisa's hands. "Um, I agree with Lola." the white-haired man chirped in. "Still do your best. " he hastily added.
With great reluctance, the small woman started munching on the chicken casserole.
Lincoln woke up being jabbed. Lola stood over him in her pink Pajama bottoms, a blue t-shirt.
"Lizy had a nightmare," she announced as if it was some dire emergency.
"Ah shucks, that's too bad," he said before lying back down and shutting his eyes. "Let me know how you handle that."
Lola promptly yanked his covers, and pillow from under his head. He gave a mighty groan.
"Oh, stop the dramatics, you big baby. I need your help to calm her down."
"Don't see how I could be of assistence," he said. "Hell, I might make things worse. Imagine having a nightmare, and then seeing my ugly mug.," the white-haired man forced an awkward laugh.
Lola did not join him. "You have my Lincy's face if nothing else. I'd appreciate you not insulting it. Besides, it's the reason I need you. Whenever Lizy has a horrible nightmare, her father reads to her from one of his self-made genius comics."
"Can't you do it?"
"I could, but I feel you'd be more suited to the role, given your fabulously handsome face.
Lincoln sighed. "You're not going to let up, are you?"
Lola shook her head.
The white-haired man rubbed his temples. "Ok, fuck it. Show me what I'm working with."
Lola smiled and pranced to the closet. She got out a shoebox and brought it to him... When she opened the lid, Lincoln did not appreciate the contents as much as the blonde woman.
The art of the comics was less refined than his current work. The white-haired man could spot many mistakes he'd make before he started working professionally-from basic proportions, to coloring.
The self-made series was titled. "Ace Savvy' next generation."
"They're fantastic." Lola smiled broadly.
"That is certainly an opinion," Lincoln responded. "Which one should I read?"
Lola took out one featuring Ace Savvy, the Royal flush, and a small blonde girl in a blue and red spandex suit battling Toxic Shark, an eco-terrorist who controls marine life, and one of ace-Savvy's signature villains.
"Whose the little blonde?" he asked.
"That's Underdog; she's the daughter of Ace Savvy and the Royal flush. She could communicate with any animal she wants."
Lincoln frowned. The immediate problem that stood out to him was that he based the Royal flush off of his sister Lana. The concept of his version of Ace Savvy, and the wrench wielding doing it felt gross. He never took commissions to draw Ace doing it with any member of the full house gang, no matter how much money was offered.
"I'm guessing the girl's based off of Lizy?"
Lola smiled brightly and nodded. "Yep, Lincy made a whole of new characters based on our darlings; he calls them 'the Family Pot'"
The two Louds went over to Lizy's and Leia's room. Lizy curled in her dinosaur pajamas curled up to Leia in the girl's pink sheeted bed.
Lincoln started reading as Lola rolled up against her daughter. Leia gently caressed Lizy's face.
"'Har, Savvy you can't stop me.'"
"That's not how you read it," Leia interjected with slight irritation.
"It is rather poor reading," Lola noted
"I finished the first line," Lincoln said
"Put some emotion into it. Some real soul." Lola commanded.
"Har, Savvy, you can't stop me!" he said much more dramatically.
Lola and Leia nodded for him to continue.
The two did pepper in even more unwanted comments throughout the reading. Lincoln personally was not a fan of the ending. Toxic Shark was a violent-morally grey extremist who'd destroy society to save the ocean. The blue-skinned villain would not turn into a good guy just because a little girl promised to be his friend and start a recycling campaign. Lincoln knew the comic was little more than fanfiction, but one should have respect for the source material.
Still, Lizy seemed to like it. "Can you come here, please."
Lincoln walked towards her side of the small girl gestured for him to lean down.
When he did, the small girl kissed his cheek and hugged him. "Thank you. I feel better now," she said. Lincoln's eyes darted to Lola, who was just smiling. The white-haired man then looked to Leia, who looked at the display with curiosity. He awkwardly returned the hug.
"Don't mention it. I have to say it was pretty fun. That Underdog is pretty awesome."
Lizy let him go and giggled. "Daddy says she's supposed to be like me." the small girl said excitedly.
Lincoln shrugged. "Well, that does seem to check out, but I have to say you're much cooler."
Lizy giggled again. She turned to her aunt. "Mama Lola, I like him. I know he's not Daddy, but he's nice. Can he stay when we get Daddy back?"
Lincoln did not know how to respond to that. The girl clearly didn't yet understand the gravity of the situation,despite Lisa's clear declaration and Lincoln didn't know if she should just yet.
Lola shook her head. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but he has his own family that misses him."
Lizy looked saddened. "Oh." she then put a hand on Lincoln's shoulder. "Well, you could come back any time you want."
The white-haired man chuckled. "That's a very generous offer. Thanks."
The small girl yawned and laid against her big sister and shut her eyes.
The two adults made their way out of the room.
"I thought Lizy was Lana's daughter," Lincoln said after shutting the little girl's bedroom door.
Lola took on a thoughtful expression, "Lana gave birth to her, but she's also my and sisters' daughter."
"Huh?"
"We raise our kids together. Most of us see ourselves as mothers to all the children. That's the pact we made with each other- only Lizy calls my sisters and me mama, though.
"Pact?"
"Have you ever wondered how my parents reacted to our love?" Lola asked.
"A little." Lincoln, however, didn't try to sate his curiosity out of fear of discovering even more incest. Did the Rita and Lynn Sr from this world molest their kids?
He knew the people aren't his parents-but it'd feel wrong knowing any version of his parents would be doing something like this.
"Well, they didn't react well. They cut off all my sisters and me except Lily. Some of my sisters were juggling college and raising their kids, too. Luna was in rehab. They hated us."
"What about your brother? Didn't he help out?"
Lola laughed bitterly. "Dear old mom and dad said they'd call the police if he didn't get as far away from us as possible. This is, of course, before they threw me out just because I refused to get an abortion. When Lana stood up for me and said, she'd go where I went the self-righteous hypocrites said she could fuck off too.."
She sneered. "We were 16-years old, homeless, and I was 3-months pregnant at the time. Our lives were hell, and I hope that's where the fuckers are now."
"Lincoln frowned. "They're dead?" They were not his parents, but still, such an idea disturbed him.
"They got mugged and killed by some coked-out junkie on their way out of a movie." Lola giggled as if recounting the funniest joke in the world."
She then stopped, getting a sad look. "They hadn't changed their will, so we got the house and all their other assets. Lincoln got called and came back. And each of us vowed never to treat any of the kids as anything less than our own. We'd be there for each other."
"You said most of you see yourselves as mothers to the kids," Lincoln noted.
Lola's face scrunched. "Lynn doesn't like Lulu-thinks. She's an abomination."
Lincoln licked his lips. "Well, she's right about that, ain't she?"
The blond woman's eyes narrowed. "The girl is a sweetie. I won't hear her be bad mouthed." she threatened.
Lincoln held up his hands. "I don't want to start a fight, but you have to admit she's a little strange."
"I prefer to think gifted." Lola countered with a hint of hostility creeping into her voice.
The white-haired man decided that pushing this would be pointless. "Sure, that's a better word."
Lola nodded, accepting his truce.
"Well, I'm going to hit the hay if you need anything else..."
Lincoln turned to walk back his bedroom but stopped feeling a hand on his shoulder.
"Lincoln, I do appreciate your help tonight. I know you don't feel comfortable around us, so thank you."
"You didn't give me much choice, but I guess your welcome," he grumbled.
"You hate my sisters and me." the woman stated apropos of nothing.
Lincoln considered what would sound the most convincing. He decided on the truth
"Yeah."
"Do you fear us?" Lola then asked.
"Yes," he answered calmly. The woman and her sisters were predators. They may have started as victims, but he couldn't forget that.
The former beauty-queen smiled. "Well, that's good enough for now."
A/N You could ignore all of this of course
A few more thoughts:
Jeff: not the first person to make some commentary on that: please see Sin Kids showdown.
I do feel theres a little more reason to why Lincoln is allowed to be a horn-dog, allowed to fuck multiple people-especially other women outside the family than pure sexism. I still see that as a part-but there's also another part.
Which is vicoursly living through this normal, dorky guy who loads of beautiful women want to ride like rodeo, and only him. He doesn't even have to choose one-they're so infautuated with the guy, that they don't even mind. Having the sisters, or other hot single babes, interested in another guy outside, kinda hurts the experience of living through this guy. Because then he's not as special. His sons may get to fuck the women/girls in the family, but it's not threatening-after all Lincoln is still the original.
