What's up you beautiful people? I know this wasn't the MEGA chapter you guys were expecting but I can't those do chapters at the moment before my personal deadline. So it's back to old-school 5K word chapters. These will be shorter for QTQ but I'll see do those long chapters for Logbook and Crystal Prison.
I need your guy's help for Crystal Prison regarding the Elements of Harmony. Why? I'm adding members to the cast and the Shadow Five doesn't fit the existing ones. We know that they can take on different names as seen with Star Swirl and his group. Strength, Bravery, Healing, Hope, Beauty, and Sorcery. I have a few possible names like Determination, Fairness, Justice, Peace, Love, and Forgiveness. Some of the original names can stay.
The element bearers will be Dusk Shine and the Shadow 5, the Dazzling's, Starlight Glimmer, and maybe Fleur De Lis. Another issue is the powers of the Bearers. In Camp Everfree, they gain superpowers. Dusk Shine has Spatial Manipulation and Pyro-kinesis. Indigo Zap has Flash-like powers partially the lightning motif. Sunny Flare has technology or digital-like powers. Sour Sweet has Green Lantern-style powers while being an archer. Lemon Zest's powers will deal with music. Sugarcoat is the hardest one out of the main six. I'll deal with The Dazzlings and Starlight Glimmer later
Basically, I need help with Element names and powers for their wielders. Get it? Got it? Good. What else? Oh, right the winner of the poll is a New set of girls. I'll pick up to seven girls for this poll. You can give me ideas too. A part of me wanted to do Lincoln's NTR revenge story but for another time.
Now the QOTD and Reviews
Update: September 19, 2022.
The poll is open. You can vote for two people. The choices are:
Margo. Somewhat inspired by this chapter. I can go two ways about this. Either they develop a relationship similar to what I had with Girl Jordan and Mollie or Lynn
Maggie. The classic big titty goth GF.
Renee. A simple story among Ace Savvy fans
Hattie. Some love for the farm girl as long as she doesn't spoil any movies
Lana. My first attempt at the Grouse's grandson AU which means no incest.
Mrs. Salter. There's little art for this woman.
Cheryl/Meryl. If I'm doing one then you get the other.
QOTD: Should I branch out to other franchises? I did my Randy Cunningham story: Siren's Obsession on a whim. I have some other ideas like Pokemon
QOTD(2): What plot moment are you excited for? I felt like I've done this one before.
QOTD(3): If you can give a superpower to a Loud house character. Who is it and what is their power?
NiteOwl18: There are other cardio activities besides Dodgeball so I spice things up. We haven't seen her since Season 1. Javi's fanart was the main inspiration. I have to throw Leni a bone and when was the last time she was right about something that wasn't fashion. Lincoln is an otaku. His life is a western version of harem anime settings. Bro, I've read that fan comic. I won't be going that route since Sam x Lincoln isn't the focus but Rusty will do stupid shit. I referenced it in my Lincoln Logbook story
Guest: Friendzy is one of the major scenes for QTQ. Lincoln needs a significant achievement as the Man with the Plan. It'll primarily be a two-parter with an epilogue. I still don't know when I'll have them meet, but it'll occur after Horror-o-Scope. Stella would be correct in labeling Ronnie Anne as a threat. Horror-o-Scope, Prank-vestry, Friend-vestry, Udder Madness, their vlogs, and Phantom Freakout. Ronnie Anne x Lincoln are canon in every way except officially.
I'm trying to give these characters more depth from personal interpretations and what I found from the wiki. She already got the engineer thing going on.
Mr. Haziq: It's more like a meme.
JD1122: I'll change it up plus I'm following via seasons so Frame on you will occur when they're in middle school. As I said before, I already have something planned for Rusty
Pirohiko-Baltazar: Oh we have a long while before Rusty's betrayal but I have a few things here and there.
DaleJr.88: You're welcome on both parts. Bro, when I saw that on the Loud House wiki. I was 'FREAKING CALLED IT'. Although that's probably due to the whole Multiverse tread. Oh shit! I didn't know that. Don't worry, I'm taking breaks and creating my outlines so I won't be stressed. It should be up at the time I'm writing this.
Stella's practice because I never wrote a character like Starlight Glimmer as I had planned. Oh Glimmer is going off the deep end while Stella's more internal crazy
I'm making these changes to have more variety in my chapters and scenes. I already have a girl in mind so don't worry about that. We had some luck with Paige and know that Emma is in Middle school with them. All we can do is wait. Nah, Rusty's going to be worse. I don't know about the details of the lawsuit so it's anyone's guess. Mollie's not giving up on Lincoln besides, they're kids so they have plenty of time. However, it's been a while since I had a Mollie x Lincoln moment, given that we have over a dozen girls
Cookie is but without the detailed backstory and is on friendlier terms.
I spent a considerable amount of time on that scene. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I based it on Companionship by Masterob, part one of a Trilogy. Stella is among of my favorites to write and it's taking everything in my power NOT giving several moments per chapter. I already did that with Haiku. Now it's time for another girl
Friendzy. That episode was one of the critical moments when this story was in its beta stages. It took me over 3 years but finally, it's here. I haven't gone through all of the details yet to prevent spoilers on who's there with Lincoln. To clarify, he did invite some of the QTs
Rusty's first step will be after Friendzy so two or more chapters from now.
We focused a lot on Lincoln and his friends for several chapters now. Let's switch it up with Lynn and her team. However, Margo had her spotlight a few chapters ago, being Lincoln, Cristina, and Pandora's chaperone. That's because she's the only one besides Lynn and maybe Paula with distinct personalities. Also, quick question, why the fuck do they let her play sports? There are multiple violations that the coach must be breaking by simply having Paula on the field. I know it's a cartoon, but Paula had that broken leg for … three seasons! She's the 'My leg!' guy from Spongebob but has German and Glee club going for her. Rant over. Now, where were we?
The Royal Wood Kangaroos battled against the Beaverton Bees on the soccer field. Members of the crowd muttered at Paula's appearance on the field. Is that cheating? A black leg brace replaced her iconic cast and crutches, increasing her speed and mobility to keep up with Lynn. The blonde defended Lynn from the Beaverton Bees, attempting to steal the ball from her. The fifth child stopped on a dime, evading a sliding leg tackle from one of the Bees. Margo and Paula blocked a pair of Bees. Lynn smirked before glancing to her side, hardening her expression at the approaching figure. It's the Beaverton Bees' striker. She had straight shoulder light black hair and sapphire highlights at the tips with a lean, toned build primarily in her thighs. Never skip leg day. The star players battled for the ball with their feet and attempted to outmaneuver the other. It escalated into a minor tussle as they brought each other to the ground.
"I like it better when your brother pulls my hair," The striker seethed, brushing the grass and dirt off her blue uniform. The two stood up, glaring daggers at each other.
"Oh, no wonder his room smells like raw fish," Lynn countered, gritting her teeth. She examined the random strands of black and blue hair. "Man, you got some split ends," Lynn cringed at the condition. That's one good thing she listened to Leni about hair. The striker gasped at the audacity of the comments. Her hand subconsciously glided through her dyed hair. Did she really have split ends?
"So you were cheating on me!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed with a brittle voice and glossy eyes. They galloped from the bleachers, wiping away stinging tears that threatened to flow.
"No babe wait," She sprinted off the field to console their significant other off the soccer field, pushing open the squeaking gate. The whistle blew for the teams to take a break. Both teams went to their coaches for the final game plan.
"Okay, team," The Kangaroo coach started, gathering them in a circle. Some went to the coolers and passed around a few water bottles. "The score is tied, but there's enough time for one more play," She acknowledged. "Just get the ball to Lynn and let her do her thing," They nodded as it was their usual game plan. An effective one but predictable. The Beverton Bees knew this and prepared accordingly. Another whistle blew to resume the match.
Lynn blitzed through the opposition while her teammates kept them occupied. Her face straightened at four Bees blocking her path in a diamond formation. "Crap," She muttered after a quick glance at the timer as Margo ran past the group. Lynn tightened her muscles, launching the ball over. "MARGO, TAKE THE SHOT!" Her teammate followed the shadow.
"Come on, you got this," Margo muttered to herself as it approached. She steadies the ball on her thigh, shooting behind into the air. Her team watched her perform a textbook bicycle kick.
"Oh crap," The Beaverton goalie mouthed at the steamrolling soccer ball. She jumped to intercept the black and white sphere, only for it to go throughher hands and land firmly within the netting. "Damn it," The goalie grumbled, slamming her hand into the dirt, listening to the Royal Woods section cheer for another victory.
"MARGO, MARGO, MARGO!" Her team cheered as they carried her off the field.
"Let's go, Margo," Lynn whooped for her friend. The Beaverton Bees grumbled as they stomped off the field onto the bus.
Paula limped towards her. "Is this weird for you?" She asked, gesturing to their team carrying Margo. Paula knows Lynn well enough that her team captain has an ego.
"Nah, why?" Lynn questioned as they followed their team.
"Well … we're usually carrying you after a game," Paula acknowledged the routine after every game.
"Yeah, we still won," Lynn waved it off. A win is a win. She can't have the spotlight all of the time. "Come on, we're missing the victory party," She jogged to join the other Kangaroos. Lynn chuckled. It's not like they'll exaggerate the entire thing.
Oh yes, they would.
Lynn kicked out her front door, her angry vein thumping blazingly on the side of her neck. Lincoln relaxed in a nearby chair, watching a video on his phone. She stomped inside and slammed her soccer ball into the sofa. "UGH!" She groaned with the indignation of an entitled Karen, tossing her bag to the ground. Margo this, Margo that, Margo every-fucking-where. It's been non-stop all fucking week. Lynn gritted her teeth as she lay on the ground, performing a series of sits up. She needs to burn this stress off somewhere.
"Are you okay there, Lynn?" Lincoln asked, looking up from his phone. Holy shit, that anger vein is on red alert. Did she lose a game or something?
"Nope," His older sister grunted. She flipped over, swapping to push-ups now. "Ever since Margo got that winning kick last game," She moved her hands, creating a diamond shape with her fingers. "Everyone gave her VIP treatment. A free pass on a quiz and waived library fees," Lynn recounted the benefits. "I didn't get any of that after carrying this entire season!" She grumbled at the double standards. "I shouldn't be mad at this…." Lynn mumbled, stopping her exercise and taking a sitting position. The burning in her arms and chest distracted her. "Margo is my best friend," She confessed, gazing skywards. "Am I in the wrong for this?" Lynn asked, glancing at her younger brother. He'll know what to say. "Lincoln?" She raised a brow at this silence
"Oh, sorry, I got distracted by Margo's awesome kick," Lincoln replied. Lynn's eyes twitched like a withdrawn druggie. She stood up with a low growl. Lincoln too?! It's the same viral video. A few generic sounds and explosions were edited into Margo's video.
"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lynn groaned, marching up the stairs and slamming her room door behind her. "Fucking hell, man!" The athlete complained, digging her nails into her scalp. Lucy's at the graveyard with her Mortician club members, giving her more privacy. Lynn paced around her empty room, attempting to clarify her rampaging thoughts. She shouldn't be feeling like this. Why is she feeling like this? All the time, Lynn had the spotlight; Margo never complained. Lynn growled before taking a calming breath through her nose. "Okay, just relax, Junior," She sat on her bed. Margo got a taste of fame while she won games for her teams for years. It's a testament to her skills. They're just giving Margo some love, that's all. Lynn's still the star player but can't get complacent or sloppy. Her ego wouldn't allow for such a thing.
The fifth Loud daughter leaned forwards to touch her toes, limbering up her back. She could do that bicycle kick or another move to spice it up. Her move set got slightly bland. Lynn angled her body to loosen her lumbar region, recalling her previous statement. She's giving Margo the spotlight. Only a temporary thing, plus Margo isn't rubbing it in. All the praise created a unique situation for her. This is good for Margo. She deserves it after being Lynn's number two for years. Everything will be back to normal once Lynn wins the next game. The star athlete smiled at her calming thoughts. Margo has celebrity status for the time being but won't take her place in her family.
…Right?
Lynn smiled, adding another first-place trophy to the case. A year passed from Margo's spotlight, and everything went normal. She's still the star player with numerous awards to her name. Margo's still at her side as her right-hand woman and best friend. Nothing's changed and everything is excellent. Although Lincoln and Margo grew closer recently. Were they? Nah. Lynn shook her head. Margo honored the oath to ensure Lincoln's smooth transition into middle school. "What was I even worried about?" Lynn chuckled at the bizarre paranoia she put herself through as she snapped the casing shut. "Hey, Lincoln, Margo, I'm getting us some drinks," The sporty brunette yelled at the staircase, entering the kitchen.
"Oh sure," One of them replied. Lincoln entered middle school a few months ago after the fiasco with Ms. Selter and Canada. How did Principal Rameriz think sending Lincoln to freaking Canada was a good idea instead of putting him in another class? Mrs. Pam had several openings.
"Ugh, it's like a cartoon or something crap," She remarked on the obscurity of the situation, closing the fridge. The trio established a study session for Lincoln. He got Bulhofner as his homeroom and math teacher. Yuck! Lynn grabbed three water bottles, pacing up the stairs. Huh, her room is open. "Hey, guys, what do you want to work on first?" She asked, entering the area. Her jaw dropped, releasing the chilly water bottles from her grasp. Everything delayed, viewing the shocking scene in front of her. Lincoln and Margo were making out on HER bed! "What?" She mumbled in a blank, brittle voice. Neither knew her entrance with Lincoln's back facing her as their lips pushed against each other. They weren't ripping at each other's clothes like a long-awaited Christmas present for the prized warm skin of the other or attempting to devour the other's face while cleaning their tonsils. No. It held a delicate innocence. Lynn would call it cute if her brain wasn't on Internet Explorer. Lincoln caressed Margo's freckled cheek as she nuzzled into his gentle touch, placing her hand on his. Their other hands locked like jigsaw puzzle pieces, resting on the mattress. The ashen blonde Loud and her right-hand woman titled their heads to avoid the prolonged nose. They stopped, contently sighing while pressing their foreheads together.
Lincoln glanced over his shoulder, acknowledging his dumbstruck sibling. "Oh hey, Lynn," He said, wrapping his arm around Margo's waist as she rested her head on his shoulder. Lincoln gained a few centimeters over the girls. Thank you, puberty.
"I guess he has a new number one now," Margo emphasized with a conceited smirk. Lynn's whirling thoughts scattered for an answer. How did this happen? When did this happen? Come on, Lynn, think. They grew closer … after Margo became Lincoln's chaperone. Her eyes expanded at the nexus point of their relationship. It makes so much sense now. All the times Lincoln waited for them after practice to go home together, all the times Margo sat with him during lunch, all of the subtle glances and discreet smiles they shared. Holy shit. Lynn joked that Lincoln and Margo were dating someone by how they beamed at specific text messages. It was right there before her, yet Lynn didn't even notice. Margo's eyes perked up, getting an insidious idea. She leaned in, suckling on a pact of Lincoln's neck skin.
"Hey, Margo, quit it," Lincoln giggled at the trial of kisses on his neck and cheeks. The pair chuckled as they fell to the mattress. Margo narrowed her eyes with perverted mirth at Lynn while caressing Lincoln's silken skin. His soft moans and Lynn's stunned blank expression emboldened her actions as she wanted to humble Lynn maliciously. Her blossoming relationship was a fortunate accident. It just happened. Everyone worked out perfectly for her. Margo's got a cute and awesome boyfriend who loves her wholeheartedly while humbling Lynn without using sports. She captured his sensual lips, slipping her moist tongue into his mouth. Lincoln moaned as their organs twirled around. "Margo?" He questioned with a scarlet face while her hand guided towards his jeans. "We didn't pla-mhm," Her finger silenced him.
"Leave the planning to me, bunny boy," Margo whispered huskily with a giggle. He nodded blankly. She smirked, removing her jersey before devouring his tantalizing lips again. Lincoln embraced her and pulled her in. Lynn watched the couple giggle before it became sensual moans as they discarded clothes like she wasn't there.
"Oh shit, it went there," Lynn muttered, flexing her toes and rotating her ankle. Damn, she hoped that kick didn't mess with her foot. Lynn's okay with Margo hooking up Lincoln as she followed the rules. It's like having another sister. Her mind lingered for a few moments before it settled on Lincoln.
"Who do you belong to?" Lynn grinned beastily, working up a seat as she rocked her hips.
"You Lynn," Lincoln cajoled, wearing her jersey and other paraphernalia. His face was a juicy cherry while his eyes rolled into his skull."The ultimate champion of the world," He squeaked with a loopy smile, shaking his legs like a dog after discovering that particular spot behind the ear.
"That's what I thought, you bitch," Lynn purred, caressing his face. She opened her mouth and leaned in to claim her prize.
"Oh shit, it went there!" Lynn exclaimed with an astonished expression. She gulped, rehydrating her throat as her fingers touched the distal phalanges of her toes. Why the fuck did she imagine such a decedent action? Lynn rotated her shoulders, loosening them up with a groan as crimson stains formed on her cheeks. "Well…" She muttered, scanning the area for any prying eyes and hidden ears. "Lincoln does have a nice ass," The older sister admitted.
"Hey everyone, it's laundry day!" Lori shouted from downstairs, snapping Lynn from her wild thoughts. The athlete sniffed one of her pits, wincing from the pungent aroma. Holy shit, that's a smell. She smacked her forehead, forgetting to put on her deodorant this morning. Her fingers discovered a tiny moist spot on the edges of her armpits.
"Uh, I'll worry about that later," Lynn mumbled as she removed her red and white shirt, revealing her red sports bra. She blankly glanced at her flat chest. "God dammit," The brunette grumbled, remembering Alexandria and Maggie. COME ON, PUBERTY! At least her abs are gaining more definition. Lynn tossed her damp shirt into a bin, peeking at her mirror. Maybe if her tits don't appear, her ass is the next bet. She smiled at the option. "Who needs tits anyways when you have skull-crushing thighs and buns of steel?" Lynn bragged, puffing her chest. She grabbed her phone before loosening her hamstrings. Can't have any cramps in this house. "Alright, time to shake my mama and years of squats gave me!" Lynn smirked in her newly found appreciation of her toned body while turning up the volume.
Lincoln traveled up the stairs, motioning his body, enabling Lori to pass with her current laundry basket. He exhaled, stopping at Lynn's door. She must've calmed down by now. "Hey Lynn, can we talk for a min-" Lincoln asked as he opened the door. The words were trapped in his throat while observing the scene. As rapid booty-popping stripper music played in the background, Lynn was in a squatting twerking position. His dull unpolished sapphires gazed at the hoisted shorts devoured between Lynn's buttocks before focusing on her startled expression.
"My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun," Sir Mix-a-lot declared as the instrumental played, transitioning into Nikki's part. The siblings gazed into the dense uncomfortable silence.
"Um, it's a great exercise for my core and lower body," Lynn explained, turning around and rising to confront her brother. Her hand removed the building sweat from her face as the other pulled down her scarlet shorts. "I was … diversifying my workout," She fretted, blurting out the most logical excuse her gluttonous mouth could release. The situation ignited a wildfire spreading her features against the younger brother's expressionless prison wall. "Maybe you can try it?" Lynn suggested. His forehead wrinkled with a repulsed expression, sliding back into the hallway. "It's not weird. There are many videos to learn the proper technique, and I can-" The rambling elder sister continued defending her position.
Lincoln closed the door preventing the completion of her rationale. "Lord, please give me strength," The disinterested snow-haired Loud pressed his forehead against the wall while kneeling like Steven Harvey after receiving a sexual answer on Family Feud. None of his sisters questioned what or why Lincoln was doing this. Did he catch Lynn or Lucy in an awkward situation? Luna rocked to some music, messing with his soft hair before jumping to her room. "Just focus on Carlotta. Remember Carlotta," He reassured himself in an indistinct whisper. Lincoln predicted that it'll be Luna practicing booty dances in her room. Great now he can't get Luna out of his head.
"Are you at an optimal health status Lincoln?" Lisa questioned her befuddled Y-chromosome sibling with a clipboard in her hand and a blue pen resting on her ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lincoln rattled off, still resting against the hallway. Lisa nodded, going back into her room. Carlotta's shapely figure brought him peace of mind.
"Achoo!" The star of Lincoln's thoughts sneezed, echoing throughout the room. She sniffed, grabbing a towel to blow her nose. "Man, that was weird," Carlotta acknowledged, flinging the rag into a hamper. She exhaled with relief as she wasn't streaming yet. Dios Mio, the memes and captions it'll spread. "Maybe someone was talking about me?" The voluptuous teenager smiled before shrugging when the crack of breaking glass erupted from the kitchen. "Mhm," Carlotta motioned her head to the door.
"Ronda, why did you do that?" Rosa gasped. Maria examined her daughter's hand, checking for any glass shards.
"I…don't know," Ronnie Anne confessed, her cup cracking under her monstrous grasp. Why did that burst of strength appear? "And for some reason, I want to kick Carlotta's butt," She remarked before going silent, glancing at her door.
Carlotta dropped her make-up bag in a cold sweat at the approaching footsteps. "Nah fuck this shit," She grumbled while opening her window. Whatever Ronnie Anne thought she did, she didn't do it. Her feet landed on the hopefully sturdy metal railing and scaled down the ladder. However, this girl isn't sticking around to find out. She's too pretty, and her ass is too juicy to die. All she knows is that Ronnie Anne will make her a before picture at her closed-casket funeral.
Lincoln arose, getting his mind settled on the task. Talk to Lynn. His hand reached for the door when Lynn's freckled butt jumped into his brain. He's sure that Luna has freckles too. Damn, why are they cheeked up-SMACK! He breathed, ignoring his stinging cheeks from the face smack. Nope. No sir. Not going down that route. "Hey, Lynn, can we talk for a minute?" Lincoln re-entered the room with a smile, ignoring his last entrance. His sister sat on her bed, fully clothed, with her tennis shoes off to the side.
"Sure, Linc," Lynn muttered, making room for him. She wrapped her arms around her shins, pressing her knees to her chest. Lincoln took the provided spot next to Lynn. Her head rested on his shoulder. Both said nothing for a few moments.
"I take it that this Margo taking the spotlight thing is messing with you?" Lincoln predicted with a straight look, observing his older sister's melancholic expression.
"Yeah," Lynn mumbled, nodding as she lay there. "It's just … fuck man," She signed, tightening her self-embrace. "Margo's my best friend…I don't want to be mad at Margo since she's finally getting some praise," Lynn confessed, taking an introspective look at it. She took the center ever since she could kick a soccer ball. Margo never got that chance, always in her shadow.
Lincoln wrapped his arm around Lynn's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it, Lynn," He comforted, tightening his one-armed embrace. "By the next game, they'll forget all about it when you win them another trophy like always," Lynn smiled at his encouraging words. The siblings shared a hug, enjoying the other's presence. "Um, Lynn," Lincoln asked. This hug lasted longer than expected. It's often Lisa who requests extended hugs, using the excuse of health benefits.
"A little longer, please," Lynn whispered, tightening her hold on him.
"Oh geez," Lincoln mouthed, aware that he would be there for a while. Now she's sitting on his lap. This is weird, but he allows it. Lynn released him after a few moments. Lincoln was typing on his laptop, wearing his headphones, when someone knocked on his door. "Mhm?" He slid one of the earmuffs off. That's new; his sisters are respecting his privacy for once. Lincoln opened the door, revealing Lori holding a laundry basket.
"Hurry up, I need it before the next batch," The eldest child ordered, handing over the hamper to him before exiting. Lincoln folded his clothes military-style like Pop-Pop taught. His jeans were the last item.
"What the?" Lincoln muttered at the strange bump in one of the back denim pockets. His heart sank as he pulled the item out. A small tag revealed the identity of the owner. "Just my fucking luck," Lincoln grumbled, holding one of Lori's light blue bikini panties. It had to be Lori. He shook his head right before walking out the door. Better get this done. "Hey, Lori," Lincoln called with light knocks. She opened the door, blankly staring at her missing piece.
"Why do you have my underwear?" Lori accused after a rigid pause. Her tone was drier than your mouth after eating a Popeyes biscuit or someone's disinterested one-word response. This is a new one out of all the weirdness in their family. So why…wait! The corners of her mouth turned into a blackmailer's delight. "Well, well, well, came for a fresh pair, huh? Wonder how long you've been doing this?" She taunted in a posh tone with a wolfish expression. Her hand hovered under her smirk as she rambled on. "I bet you made these as hard as a rock when you-" Lori smugly continued.
"Uh…no," Lincoln clarified, ending what demented fantasy conjured in her brain. His friends already think he has a sister complex. No way, he's letting his sisters have similar ideas.
"Wait, what?"Lori stammered, arching a confused brow. His expression was a blank page of an essay due the night before.
"They were in my jeans," Lincoln revealed before walking off. There's no genjustu strong enough for him to deal with this crap. "I'll see you at dinner," He waved off, locking the door behind him.
"...Oh," Lori whimpered, gazing at the undergarment in defeat. Luna poked her head through her shared room, playing a melancholic violin with a smarmy grin. "Bite me, Luna," She snarled at the rocker, wrinkling the smooth clothing under her irate grasp.
"Don't blame me that Linc doesn't want any of Bobby's sloppy seconds," Luna taunted her older sister while her anger rose to one hundred. "He got a nice whiff of his favorite sister," She bragged, gesturing the bow to herself.
"What makes you think you're his favorite sister?" Lori and Lynn shouted before glaring at the other.
"He loves me the most," Luna smiled, leaning against the wall with her violin in her hand. The only people who can also claim are Leni, Lucy, and Lily.
"Piss off. He likes tomboys because of me," Lynn declared, pounding herself on the chest. He's hanging out with Alexandria and Pandora. Polly is the second closest to him besides Haiku from his Sadie Hawkins dates. She'll take the silver meal for now. The trio of older sisters bickered for a considerable time.
"Not even going to acknowledge any of that," Lincoln vowed to himself, increasing the volume of the video. He might get ear damage, but that's a superior option compared to whatever the hell his sisters were yelling about.
A few days later. Lincoln supported his father through the front door. "Son, I have no idea how you do this," Lynn Sr. groaned, limping through the entryway. They worked on his lower body at the gym today. Never skip leg day, guys.
"You're the ones who wanted me to be well-rounded," Lincoln recalled their attempts to keep up with the Yates. Speaking of which, it's been a few chapters since we saw them.
"Fair enough," Lynn Sr. pouted while his thighs were sizzling, screaming logs of jello. "I think I can handle myself," He remarked, gaining some stability in his form. Lincoln nodded as they went to the kitchen.
Rita walked on them while they were making some protein shakes. "Oh my," She purred, biting her lips at her husband's developing arm muscles as the blender groaned. "Hey, Luan," The matriarch whispered to her comedian daughter, coming down the stairs. "What's the meme for this situation?" Rita requested, gesturing to Lynn and Lincoln, drinking their respective glasses.
"Watch and learn," Luan smirked, strolling into the kitchen. "Hey, Lincoln," She said, gathering her brother's attention. He narrowed his eyes at the brunette, feeling bad about this. "I'm about to act up," Luan smirked, rubbing her hand mischievously as she approached him. His sapphire eyes exploded at the words. YEP THERE IT IS!
"Aw, hell no!" Lincoln yelled, stomping on a secret panel behind him. Lynn Sr. jumped away from the rising column. When did Lisa install these? Wait, are those weapons?! They resemble NERF guns that movies repainted to make them look futuristic. Lincoln grabbed one of the laser weapons, aiming it at Luan's forehead. Everyone's heart skipped several beats. Luan raised her hands in surrender, beads of moist fear cascading down her face. Her terrified eyes followed the red dot on the center of her forehead. "Okay, okay, okay, back the hell, Luan!" He demanded with his finger on the trigger, thrusting the rifle at his older sister. His artic eyes were of a corned animal whose only option was to fight. "Nobody is acting up," Lincoln ordered, glaring at the trembling Luan. His parents wondered what the hell happened to him for this severe reaction. "I know you put Leni to whisper Ara-Ara~ in my ear the other night," He mocked in a high-pitched voice.
"O…k," Luan backed away slowly. She didn't attempt to defend herself. "I'm going to do … my homework," She claimed, gesturing her thumbs to the stairs.
"Yeah, you go do that," Lincoln whispered in a low voice, keeping the weapon on her until she was out of sight. He exhaled, returning the rifle to its place. His parents shook their heads, preferring not to question it.
"Lincoln Leonidas Albert Oliver Loud," Rita said in an authoritative tone, crossing her arms. His shoulders hiked up, nearly choking on the rest of his shake. Yep, he's in trouble. "Can you teach me the Anchor, please?" She pleaded, using a gentler tone. Alexander knows it, yet Albert didn't teach her?! It's not fair.
"I can teach the basics," Lincoln suggested, walking his mouth clean. That's good enough for her. "Let's try this weekend," He offered, putting his cup in the sink.
"Deal," Rita agreed, shaking his hand. She shot an engaging look at Lynn, motioning her to their bedroom. His eyes widened at the amorous expression, focusing on the back door. Can he escape? Probably not, but it's worth a shot.
The mother-son duo entered Ares and Athena's arena. Rita examined the interior design. It had a simple yet practical design, almost military-like, illustrating that people are here to fight. She wondered if she was appropriately dressed for this. Her outfit is the standard tank top, shorts, and sneakers with towels and water in the over-shoulder bag. However, she changed her usual workout outfit. It's probably against the rules to have your belly out and what's essentially form-fitting booty shorts since it stopped at the top of her thighs right under the goods. Therefore requiring a new set of clothes. The sneakers were acceptable. Rita decided on a salmon tank top and gray shorts stopping above the knees.
"Hey, cub over here," Adora greeted two, waving them over. The duo ambled to the towering blonde woman. "Oh, you must be Rita," She smiled, shaking the older woman's hand. "So this is where Lincoln got his aggression from," Adora teased, ruffling his soft ashen hair. He rolled his eyes.
"I won't say that," Rita chuckled. Lincoln blankly stared at his mother for that claim. It didn't come from dad. "Okay, maybe a little bit," She conceded, pinching her fingers while he prolonged his accusing stare with crossed arms. "Fine, a lot," The full-bodied woman admitted.
Adora shook her head with a chuckle. "Come on, I'll show you to your room," She directed them to their assigned arena, passing several classes and individuals sparring in their respective rooms. The trainer dug into her red track pants, opening the door with a bronze key for room 291. The medium-sized room was bare, consisting of gym mats and standard boxing equipment like gloves and punching bags. "Alright, what do you want to learn," She asked, rotating her shoulders for the upcoming lesson.
"She wanted me to teach her," Lincoln corrected, gesturing to himself and Rita.
"The Anchor?" Adora queried, tilting her head. She recalls Albert teaching Lincoln several techniques during the initial training.
"Yep," The pair nodded. Adora raised her thumb in agreement, motioning for them to follow her to get their gloves. They spent several minutes warming up for an upcoming combat lesson. Rita periodically breathed with beads of sweat moistening her forehead as she used the jump rope. God, it's been years. She glanced at Lincoln while hopping over the rotating blue plastic line. He's colder than a manipulator caught in a lie as he skipped with her.
"How are you holding up, mom?" Lincoln asked, giving her a side glance while hopping on one leg.
"I'm…woo boy…fine," Rita exhaled with brief pauses. She's feeling the burn in her thighs. Adora checked her stopwatch. "Alright, you two can stop," She instructed. Rita groaned thanks, gulping the refreshing water from her bag. Lincoln went to a corner, practicing a few punches and kicks. Rita wore and fastened her black gym gloves. "Ready, Rita?" The tall blonde trainer asked.
"Yep," The matriarch replied, pacing towards Lincoln.
"I'll let this guy handle it," Adora passed the mantle to the frost-haired boy.
"There are several forms of the Anchor," Lincoln explained. "I know a few of them, but let's start with the first form. Polaris," He articulated, raising his index finger as Rita nodded. "It's a simple punch, preferably an uppercut, aimed at the face or head to make them see stars," Oh, that explains it. "Fifth form: Hullbreaker. It's a fierce body shot," He subconsciously rubbed his ribs at Pop-Pop's attack. Two straightforward moves easily implemented into a series of combos.
"Show her," Adora remarked.
"Oh sure," Lincoln agreed, getting into a boxing stance.
"Nah, a physical demonstration," Adora implied. His wide sapphire eyes stared at his mother.
"I…don't think I can do that," Lincoln whispered, shaking his head as his face mimicked his hair. Fight his mother? Is she out of her freaking mind?!
"Lincoln, hurry up and punch me," Rita demanded, resting her hands on her wide hips. "Don't hold back," Her glare sharpened maternally.
"I better not get grounded for this," Lincoln sighed, resuming his battle stance.
"Not if you hit me hard enough," Rita bargained, opening her stance and clenching her fists.
Looks like he doesn't have a choice. His thigh muscles tightened with power, rushing him forward. The gap closed within a second. Rita's eyes widened at his speed. Lincoln's elbow rammed itself into her gut. Her diaphragm spazzed out of control like a glitchy Bethesda game. Holy shit, she couldn't breathe as she arched her back forward at the strike. Was the Hull Breaker? Lincoln's reptilian eyes gazed at her dropped jaw. An opening. His methodical punch numbed her brain, and she could not keep her posture upright. Rita laid flat on the ground like a starfish or a sacrifice on one of Lucy's pentagrams. Adora waved her hand in front of Rita's pixelated gaze. Yep, she's knocked out. Rita recovered shortly after. "Ouch," A jolt of pain sparked in her lower jaw. She rubbed her mandible, attempting to ease the pain. No wonder Lincoln defeated Tetheby when he and Polly were in the park.
"Can you get us an ice pack from a medical kit?" Adora requested, kneeling beside the older woman. "There should be one down the hall," She informed, pointing to the wall behind her. Lincoln nodded as he exited the room. A news station played in the background. It's in West Virginia, where someone set a clinic on fire. Police are currently searching for the culprit.
"Yo, Bunny Boy, over here," Polly called out. He waved back. An idea popped into his head. Will Rusty be okay with what he's planning? No. It doesn't matter. You can't plan without taking a few risks. This can work in his favor.
"Hey, Polly, can you help with something?" Lincoln smiled, gesturing for her to come closer. She grinned and strolled over to him.
Fun fact/Trivia
Polly is a Sagittarius. Haiku is a Scorpio.
Lynn Sr. has two siblings. An unnamed younger brother and his Shirley. I have something planned for Shirley
Alexander, Rita's cousin is married and has a daughter. I'm making it one of the sin kids.
Sorry that this chapter was much shorter than usual but my birthday is coming soon. Also, I have work and school.
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