A/N you can skip this.
Ratable. Don't blame ya dude.
Three Branch: I belive squirrel girl could trounce Galactus.
To the guest that who took the issue with the thought of Lola being a sex-worker and that not being worth ridicule-dude, so long things are consensual, and safe it should be seen as ok. If a guy wants his cock sucked and is willing to pay a couple thousand dollars and a woman takes up the offer, I see no issue. No one has been hurt, so no one should feel ashamed.
Also, heres another way to look at it; a grown man pines after all his sisters, even the underage ones, even the ones who didn't reach puberty and bangs them all with out any care of using a condoms. In comparison to that it kinda makes Lola sucking dick for money she uses to spend on food to live and supporting her family seems innocuous.
Also, intersex people are not simply transgendered, or transsexuals, and a charachterstic for many of them is that they are born with sexually ambigous genatelia.
"Now, Lulu, remember the line 'with awesome power, there comes tremendous responsibility.' It's one of Ace Savvy's signature phrases and wholly original. No matter what those Savvy-haters at marvel think" Lincoln lectured the young mutant who snuggled against his chest as they finished watching the movie 'Ace Savvy: the caped knight goes up.'
The white-haired man decided after she refused to leave him alone to make it so that she wouldn't use her powers to be bothered to the rest of polite society when she gets older. And who bothered society the least? Super-heroes. Hell, they helped society. The girl had the actual powers to be one. It'd be damn near irresponsible for him not to try to steer her on the right path. And, if he took some small point of satisfaction from it, that was ok too.
Though today he had to seek her out annoyingly enough, He had just finished showing her a marathon of all the Ace-Savvy movies.
He'd invite Loan to join him, but Loan said she was working today-which basically included live streaming herself playing video-games. Nearly all her opinions in regards to Ace Savvy,were wrong but it was fun to explain to her how she was wrong. Lincoln himself never saw the appeal in watching others play games, but he'd be hard-pressed to say the girl wasn't a master after having played with her.
He asked Lemy, but the boy wasn't into comic related stuff. Lincoln was trying to find some way to thank the kid for the Smooch concert tickets he gave him.
"yah, dada," Lulu said with a grave nod.
"No, Lord-president Ace Savvy," Lincoln responded with a raised a finger.
"Now tell me how you'd greet a person hurting the weak"
Lulu raised a tiny fist and pounded her palm. "Bah. Bah!" she said as menacingly as a baby could.
Lincoln nodded. The lessons were sticking.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Lacy popped in with a smile.
"Hey Lincoln, it's a nice day, huh?" the girl said nonchalantly.
"Yeah."
Lacy's smile grew a little. "I thought maybe we could go out and play." she held up her hands. "Obviously, if you're busy, I totally under_."
Lacy kept asking him if he wanted to play with her. Lincoln kept dropping not so subtle-hints on how thoroughly unappealing; unlike her mother with balls, she never caught them. Lincoln began suspecting, the ignorance was an act, but when looked at her smile, that seemed unlikely.
So Lincoln was forced into an ultimatum: bluntly tell her no and possibly hurt her feelings, or say yes and humor the girl.
"Nah, it's fine," Lincoln said. "Let's place catch." Lincoln chose that particular activity because it demanded the least amount of him to do anything. He just threw the ball, and the girl fetched it while he smoked, or drank, or played on his phone.
Lupa crept towards the basement quieter than a dead mouse being devoured by maggots
Over four weeks passed since Lupa's dad got transported. Lupa found the predicament really amusing the first couple of days. Then decidedly less amusing after the first week. By this point, she thought Luan was funnier than the situation.
The white-haired girl still wasn't worried about him. She wasn't. Lupa was confident Lisa was just milking this. She reassured her siblings whenever the topic was brought up, that was what was happening. The woman was the smartest person on earth, after all.
However, she'd gotten a phone call yesterday. One she'd been dreading for a while about a particular badass she knew, who needed to meet her today. And the girl Lupa was supposed to meet would greet death with a smile on her face. The white-haired girl really thought she could use her dad for backup in facing this badass. Lupa already enlisted the help of her mom, but she'd really prefer it if she had both her parents there for her.
She came to stand right behind the woman as she inputted things on her computer. The smartest woman in the world couldn't detect her presence even after living with the white-haired girl, and growing up with Lupa's mother.
That was funny.
It showed that there were some things, even Lisa couldn't understand.
Maybe how to bring dad back was one of them. If he's alive, that is.
Lupa frowned at that thought. That wasn't funny. Her dad had to be alright, and he had to come back. He was her dad.
Great reasoning there, Eisenstein.
Lupa took out one of her candy cigarettes to help herself drown out those pesky thoughts.
"Sup," Lupa said, finally breaking the silence the science.
"Newton's ghost girl, don't scare me like that!" Lisa commanded after jumping from the chair.
"If I didn't scare people, I wouldn't be me," Lupa responded with a shrug.
Lisa rolled her eyes.
"Hey, listen, I'm going to need Dad back today," Lupa stated. "I know the thought of him having some form of use is a pretty wild idea. But strangely enough, I've found a way."
Lisa frowned. "Lupa, I've been rather transparent that there is a distinct possibility that I am not able to get your father back. And if I can do so, it may take quite a while."
The white-haired girl just smiled. "Uh-huh, sure. Listen, I get what you're pulling here. I know you're just dragging his return out, just to make it seem like it was some Herculean task. But seriously. I could really use him right now."
Her aunt shook her head. "I am not attempting to achieve some visage of grandeur by delaying your father's return. If I could return him at this very moment, I would." Lisa said flatly.
Lupa's smile dropped.
Was her aunt that committed to the act?
Or maybe_. Lupa took a particularly big bite of her candy cigarette to stop that stupid thought. Her aunt was lying. It was as simple as that.
"I need him to help me deal with Abbie," Lupa whispered.
Lisa's gave her a look of pity. Lupa hated it.
"I take it the situation with her is dire?"
Lupa nodded. "I have to see her today, and I need dad. So just get him. Please."
Her aunt just shook her head. "I'm sorry, but_."
"Fuck you." The white-haired screamed before running out of the dark dwellings, not interested in hearing more of Lisa's lies. She slammed the basement door as hard as she could. She was still fuming as she made her way to her bedroom. She chalked up the water in her eyes, is due to some reaction to some weird chemicals Lisa had down there.
Lily was sitting on the couch in the living room watching one of her dumb soap-operas. "Hey, Lu, what's the matter?"
"Lisa's keeping her stupid ruse up even though I need dad back right now," she said. "Abbie's folks called, and she-I-I need to_."
Lupa couldn't finish her sentence. She was too angry. Angry and fucking miserable.
Lily got up and began hugging the girl. It felt really nice.
"We all miss your dad. I do think Lisa has doubts that she could get him back."
Lupa began growling; she opened her mouth to object.
"But I don't." Lily continued "The woman's the smartest person in the world and loves Lincoln with all her heart. She's going to get him back. Eventually."
"But, I need him now." Lupa groaned in frustration. "I need him to model for the piece I need to make for Abbie." and to cradle her just like this after Lupa does see the girl.
"You have an idea of what you want to draw, sweetie?"
"Yeah."
"Well, we do still have a Lincoln." with that sentence, Lupa broke contact with her aunt.
"He's not dad." Lupa hissed out.
Lily held up her hands. "Of course not. I'll even say the guy's a lot more of a prick than your old man too. But he's not a bad dude, and I think he'd help you in this if you asked. I know how much it means to give Abbie something when you see her."
"He hates me." Lupa countered.
Lily shook her head. "You're a child. You annoy him sure, but I don't think he's so pathetic that he'd literally hate you. If you're honest about what you need, I know he'll help you."
Lupa growled once more. Damnit, she'd do it. Goddamn Abbie.
"Where is he?" she said through gritted teeth.
"In the backyard playing with Lacy."
Lupa clenched her fists. Her older sister cozying up to that white-haired idiot was really aggravating. He wasn't dad. Lacy of all people should know this given the first thing he's done for her is give the girl a bloody nose. The girl cried for hours, and irrationally thought maybe she done something wrong. How could she just forget that? Lupa wouldn't. She loved her family. She'd vehemently deny this embarrassing secret if asked about it, but she'd do anything to protect it.
"Good catch, kid," Lincoln shouted before taking another sip of his beer. It was watered down a little, so he figured it even the scales with the fact that it was barely past noon. Lacy eagerly clamored back to hand him the ball to repeat the process.
"Playing fetch?" a voice piped right beside him, making him drop the ball.
"Savvy's balls!"
"Are probably nice and wet after you sucked on them." Lupa continued.
Lacy came back to them, still wearing a smile that seemed slightly more stretched. "Hey, do you need something, Lupa. We're kinda in the middle of a game here."
The girl took a deep sigh. "I need Lincoln's help."
"Are you hurt? Are any of your siblings hurt?" Lincoln asked promptly
Lupa frowned. "Well, no, but_."
"Is the house going to sustain some great damage if I don't help you right this second?"
"No, but if you'd listen, I just need you to model_."
"But well, no. Lacy and I are playing, so whatever it is you want from me could wait_."
"You're tossing the ball like she's a fucking dog while you get boozed up." the girl interrupted.
Lincoln's eyes narrowed. "And its' comments like those for why Lacy and I are going to keep playing. You can't be a total brat and expect people to drop with their doing just to satisfy for your whims."
The white-haired girl opened her mouth then closed it. Tears started to form around her eyes, and she stormed off back into the house.
Lacy followed her younger sister. She turned back to him and offered him a thumbs and a smile that seemed much more strained.
"Um good game, Lincoln, but I should probably make sure Lu is alright. She's doesn't mean to be mean. That's just how she is. She's a great person. Really." before heading into the house.
Lincoln finished chugging his beer before going back to the house.
"Hey, Lincoln, I'm guessing Lupa didn't politely ask for help?" Lily asked from the couch.
Lincoln just stared at the blonde girl.
Lily sighed. "Yeah, I really should've seen that one coming. I won't tell you not to take offense to Lupa's hostile behavior. That's your right. I'm not going to ask you to like her. But I am going to ask you to help the girl out here."
Lincoln frowned. "The girl's been nothing but a brat to me since I got here. Why should I help here?"
Lily scratched her chin. "I would say bitch, but I see your point. And as to why'd you help, I have to ask, did she tell you what exactly needed your help with?"
Lincoln frowned. "I know its' to model for a painting."
"One of her friends is dying. Today's probably her last day alive, and Lupa wanted to give her to show her a new painting. Um, my brother often poses for them. They're pretty hilarious."
This revelation made Lincoln feel scummy.
Lily seeing the distressed look on his face, quickly waved her hands. "Hey, don't feel bad. You didn't know, and Lupa was a bitch to you, which made you act defensive before she could tell you what truly was the matter. When Lupa gets scared, or sad, or panicked, her first reaction is to be like that. You scare her. You panic her and make her feel sad about her pop not being around and that she's powerless to do anything. Being a dick to you grants her more of a semblance of control. I'm not saying you should be ok with that. I totally understand why you'd be quick to ignore her. But-and I know how cheesy this sounds-but she is a terrific kid. Abbie-the friend that's dying-is one of the terminally ill patients that Lupa shows her work to at the hospital to cheer up."
Lincoln gaped at this. "Lupa, does that sorta thing?"
Lily chuckled. "Yeah, she's sorta embarrassed by it, though. Kinda conflicts with the 'I'm too cool to care about anything' motif she's going for. She even calls the hospital the prison and patients, the inmates."
"I just find it hard to believe you're talking about the same person as well, Lupa."
The pregnant teen shrugged. People are complex. You've interacted with Lupa for about a month, during one of the worst periods of our family's lives. You've seen her worst face. I've known the girl her entire life, and I can confidently say that's not all there is to her."
Lily pointed to him. "I recognize you to be more than a grown man who beats up on little girls-if I was only going by first impressions thats all I should see you as. I don't. You seem like a nice enough guy-despite, you know the constant drinking and smoking."
"I can stop anytime I want," Lincoln responded.
"Said every addict ever." Lily fired back with a smile.
Lincoln opened his mouth to object. Then closed it, then shrugged.
"I know I can't force you to do anything, but it'd be really awesome if you did. this for the tyke." Lily said
Lincoln rubbed his nose. "Jesus Christ, of course, I'll help. I'm not that much of a petty asshole."
Lily then got a scrunched up look like she was debating telling him something. "Hey, I know this a bigger ask, but could you also go with Lupa to the hospital when Lucy comes to pick her up?"
Lincoln's eyes widened. "I-I don't want to intrude, I'm not her dad_."
"You're not. But I do think seeing your face would help Lupa out. She could at least pretend her father's there during a pretty suckish moment in her life." Lily said.
"The girl hates me."
Lily shrugged. "Probably a little, but I know she'd appreciate you being there still. She'd never admit it of course-even on her death bed-but I know she will."
"Alright, I'll ask her if she wants to go with her_."
Lily shook her head. "Ask her if you could come with her. She'll make some snide comment, but this'll be Lupa speak for, please come and thank you."
Lincoln nodded in understanding. He made his way upstairs to talk to the white-haired girl.
At that moment, Lemy came downstairs.
Lily gave a big smile towards the boy, but the boy only nodded to Lincoln and went to the kitchen.
"Is there something the matter there?" Lincoln asked.
Lily gave him a sad smile. "Just Lemy being a little moody. You know how kids can get. It's fine. I know he loves me, so I try not to take offense."
Lincoln merely shrugged his shoulders. Lincoln would admit out of all the sisters that have come by Lily's was the least bad, and the adult Lincoln disliked the least.
Lana came after Lola and swiftly began chugging Lincoln's beers. Lincoln politely asked her to stop, and she suggested they have a drinking contest to decide who'd get custody of the beers. He respectfully declined, and the woman thankfully backed off. Leni was next, and she wouldn't leave him alone. The woman kept offering him hugs, to go shopping with her, and even invited him to the knitting circles she held with Liena and Lyle. It was really uncomfortable.
Lori kept her eye on him but kept her distance. He did learn that the woman was a police officer. Which kinda made Lincoln wonder if she only got into that profession learn how better conceal her and her sibling's crimes. The two hadn't said a word to each other in her visit. He was much more comfortable with that than the previous visits quite frankly.
Lily kept her distance, as well. She talked to him sure, but she didn't try to press him to do anything. She did show him some of the homework for her community college and asked for his help. He did. Being a single-mother would hell enough with only a high school degree to her name.
Lincoln made his trek upstairs and came upon the room, Lupa, Lacy, and Liby shared. Lupa was crying into her sister's lap while the older girl patted her head. The sport's obsessed girl offered him a smile at the sight of him.
"Hey, uh, Lupa, I'm sorry for cutting you off earlier. If you still need me to model, I will.
The white-haired girl rose from her sister's lap to look at him.
"You_." she took a deep breath. "Thank you, Lincoln I'd really appreciate that. If you could wait outside while I gather some somethings, I'll be down shortly. "
Lincoln nodded and proceeded to go outside.
Lupa true to her word did come out shortly after that, carrying a small folding chair and white canvas under one arm, and a bow in an another.
She asked him to give his most heroic pose with the boy. She said it would take about an hour.
Lincoln grimaced at the time frame but figured it was too late to back out now.
And so for an hour, he posed. He took some breaks to relieve some tension in his body, so the experience wasn't as arduous as he thought it'd be.
He asked Lincoln to see her work, and she tepidly handed it over to him.
He didn't look heroic. He looked cartoonishly wimpy; the small bow in his hands shook in his hands as he did battle with million tiny unicorns.
The white-haired man chuckled. "Hey, this is pretty good, kid. In terms of idea and artistry, I mean."
Lupa gawked at him. "You're not mad about it?"
Lincoln waved a dismissive hand. "Hey, if it'll get your friend laughing-which it probably will-you could have drawn me in a purple spotted dress with a big bow licking a lollipop."
Lupa barked out a laugh. "Thanks, Lincoln."
"Lupa, is it ok if I come with you when you thoroughly eviscerate my image in front of a little girl."
The white-haired girl shrugged. "Whatever gets you off, man."
Lupa mother came to pick them up an hour later in her old mustang to drive them to the hospital.
The three Louds walked into a hospital room that housed a couple of aggrieved parents and Abbie, the seven-year-old girl who was dying of kidney failure. The girl never let her spirits go down. She was always kind and smiling despite the fucked up hand life gave her. In Lupa's eyes, that was what made her such a badass. Anyone could be bitter and a jerk even when shit's alright for them. It takes some massive balls to be as sweet as Abbie's been given what she's been through. Even today, she's still smiling.
"Hello, Mr. Conor and Mrs. Connor." she greeted before turning her eyes to the girl she's been dreading to see. "Hey Abbie." she managed to choke out.
"Hey, Lu, are you here to try and bust me out of this joint?" the small girl asked with a cheeky smile.
Lupa nodded and tried her best to smile back. "Yeah, I orchestrated a massive riot to break out about the lack of good pudding in about an hour, I'll sneak you out then."
Abbie will be dead by then.
Abbie offered a mock groan. "Really, that long?"
Lupa tried to give a nonchalant shrug. "In the meantime, you could entertain yourself with this." Lupa showed her the painting she drew.
Abbie laughed, then coughed and proceeded to laughed again.
She turned to Lincoln. "She did a real number on you, huh Mr. Loud." she said, cackling.
"I've been thoroughly humilated." the white haired man said with a smile.
"Yeah, its' really great. Thinking of selling for like I-I don't know a million dollars. We could use the money to buy passage out of the states after we get you out of here."
Abbie nodded her eyes already drifting off to sleep. "That'd be nice." she whispered.
An hour later, the girl was dead.
Lupa couldn't hold it together and began crying. Her mother began hugging her as the white-haired girl knew she would.
Lincoln joined in too, liked she hoped he would. The white-haired girl knew the guy wasn't dad. But for the moment, it felt good to pretend he was.
