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sergeantsporks · 7 months

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Witch Switch: All of Part 1

Part 2

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[Caleb is driving while Phillip sits grumpily next to him]

Caleb: So... are we going to talk about it, or...

Phillip: Oh, my god, Caleb, they made such a big deal about it when they called, it was NOT that bad! Some of the guys just bet me I couldn't climb to the top of the Noceda statue, and--

C: The guys? Your friends? Did they get in trouble, too?

P: No, of course not. I'm not a snitch, Caleb, but the point is, Principal Hal COMPLETELY overreacted. I was FINE. No one knows that museum and Statue like I do.

C: Hey. I'm proud you've made friends in high school I never had that. So I'm glad you've found a group to call your own. With that being said... promise me you'll be careful?

C: I know you want to impress your friends, but you don't have to do everything they dare or bet you to do. If you know it's dangerous, or wrong, then you need to stand up and say "no, I don't feel comfortable with that." If they're really your friends, then they'll understand. And if not... then you're better off without them, and I want you to get out of there. Stay safe.

P: Yeah, okay.

C: Good. Now that's discussed... I've got a late shift tonight. Evelyn will be coming over--

P: GROAN

C: --with dinner, so don't worry about food. Be good. Don't climb any more statues while I'm gone

P: No promises

C: Pip.

P: I won't.

[Cut to a Silent door]

[Repeated knocking]

[Silent door]

[More Knocking]

Unknown [muffled]: Phillip, I know you're in there! Let me in!

[Silent door]

U: Oh, for...

[Click as the door is unlocked]

[Panel is on Phillip, who is lying on the floor with headphones on]

Evelyn: Phillip, I know you can hear me

[Panel is Evelyn with her arms crossed, Phillip's face (smug) in a bubble next to it]

Phillip: Oh, hi, Evelyn. Sorry, can't hear you

E: Okay, cool. Guess that means you don't want dinner

P: [sitting up quickly] I didn't say that

[Evelyn's face is in a small panel next to him, smiling smugly/evilly]

[Phillip and Evelyn are sitting at table, Phillip with a fast food soda cup in his hands]

E: What are you listening to, anyway?

P: Podcast

E: 'bout what?

P: Kids who got away with killing their siblings' partners

E: Har-dee-har. What is it actually?

P: Gravesfield witch hunts

E: Ah

Evelyn: Heard about what happened today

Phillip: I'm sure you did

E: Pretty awesome that you got to the top.. [realization that she's supposed to be a responsible adult] Uh-- but-- you know-- don't do it again? And all that.

P: [Skeptical] Are you trying to be "the cool one?"

E: [half sarcastic] Oh, no, I could never be cooler than Caleb

P: Damn straight. Anyway, no one has to worry about it happening again. It was just a one time bet from my friends.

E: [with venom] Oh. Your "friends."

P: Yes, "friends." A novel concept to you, I'm sure

E: Oh, very mature.

[Cut: Phillip is now at the door, which is open]

Phillip: [gesturing towards the open door] Okay, thanks for dinner. Bye.

Evelyn: [arms crossed] No can do, Phil. I promised Caleb I'd keep an eye on you while he's--

P: [interrupting, frustrated, throwing his arms in the air] He's just at work! I don't need a babysitter!

E: [surprised and guilty] Yeah... work...

[Cut to a view of a street featuring the Robin's Roast Cafe]

E: [disembodied voice] I'm sure he's just... worried about you

[Panel features Caleb, wearing Robin's Roast apron/hat with a manager bage, twisting his hands nervously]

Caleb: Hey, uh. Thanks for meeting me here

[Panel features Principal Hal sitting grumpily at a table. Next to him, smiling and waving friendly, is Manny Noceda]

C: [disembodied voice over Hal and Manny] You... wanted to talk about Phillip?

#toh #the owl house #my art #witch switch au #witch switch comic #witch switch part 1 #phillip wittebane #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #manny noceda #principal hal #wittebane brothers

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darkmatter-nebula · 1 year

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When Camila goes to school to talk to Principal Hal about Luz, she ends up taking Colli along and the Principal ends up meeting the starboy

Good morning! Thanks for the request!

Drabble: Principal Hal Meets The Starboy

"Mrs. Noceda, who is this child you brought along?" Principal Hal spoke up. "This is my son Colli." Camila said. Hal didn't fail to notice Colli's multi-colored face and unusual eyes. "Why does your son wear this costume?" Hal asked. He thought Colli was cosplaying.

"That's not a costume, Sir. That's my natural look. Let's just say, I'm magical." The celestial boy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold said with a bright smile on his sweet face. 'Magical? Great, another one with too much imagination...' Hal thought.

As soon as he finished his thought, Colli started to float. "What in God's name?" Hal couldn't believe his eyes. "Moonpie, what are you doing?" Camila whispered with concern. She didn't want too many people know about Colli's magic. "It's fine, mami! Half of Gravesfield already knows, one more person is ok."

"Y-you're really magical?!" The Principal asked wide eyed. "Yes, Sir!" The sweethearted starboy answered with a even brighter smile.

The End

#lost but now found au #the collector #camila noceda #principal hal #fanfic

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spandexinspace · 4 months

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OK, so, that is a boob window.

#dc comics #tuesday spoilers #tuesday comics #green lantern #I'm still against it on characterisation principals give it to Hal instead

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amateur-ornithology · 1 year

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"We all love that you express yourself – present company excluded – but..."

#good grief principal hal lay off #man's trying to fry an egg with his mind #the owl house #toh liveblog #tohs1e01

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sailorsenshishitposter · 2 months

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School Au

Crackfic but check the tags for cw

You had recently just moved to Denver and had been transferred to another school. This was always one of the worst things about moving but your parents assured you that you wouldn't be alone. Luckily your family knew another man in the area so you would be attending the same school as his daughter. Already having been introduced, you recognized her immediately. "Hey, Sunny!"

There was now a young girl with brown eyes and silver hair coming your way. She then pulled you into a hug. "It's great to see you!" You then noticed two boys standing behind her. One pale and the other dark skinned with a thick accent. "This is John and this is George." John went to shake your hand and George did the same but you couldn't really understand what he was saying so you just smiled and gave a nod. Suddenly the bell rang. "Uh oh! We better hurry. If we're late than we can't play ninjas at recess!" The next thing you knew and you were walking into World Marshal Elementary School.

Luckily you shared the same classes as Sunny (along with John and George) so if you were overwhelmed than you had someone who could help you out. You walked into class and took your seat, choosing to be near Sunny. After the national anthem and annoucents, the principal came in to your room. He was a tall man who seemed like he would be better off as a professional wrestler than working in a school setting. He pushed his glasses up and sighed, muttering something about how America needed to be great again.

Sunny leaned over and whispered to you. "That's Mr. Armstrong. Whatever you do, don't make him angry!" John then joined in. "Yeah. He's a jerk! One time my dad and him got into a fist fight! I don't know why he hasn't been fired yet." George was the last to speak. "I heard the last time some kid disobeyed him, they got split in two! Damn skunt!" Okay, now you were scared.

The principal stood there for five seconds before giving a fake cough. "Good morning Mr. Armstrong!" the class greeted. "Hmph. That's better. Well as you all know by now we have a new student. You are to show them what being a member of World Marshal is all about and if I catch any of you goofing off then it's straight to detention! Are we clear?" The class then let out a single "Yes sir." and silently prayed for him to leave.

Eventually he walked out and the door clicked, causing you to sigh in relief. "At least it cant get any worse than this!" Suddenly your history teacher walked in. "Oh no, guys it's Sundowner!"

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It turns out that it really could get worse. In front of the class stood Mr. Sundowner, a former veteran from Alabama. Supposedly his legs were blown off so he had artificial limbs attached to his lower joints. You knew this because he would smack other students with them when they gave a wrong answer. One child then raised their hand. "We've been learning about war all week, can we learn something else?" The man gave a fake pout. "C'mon, give war a chance will ya? Or would you rather hear about why I got discharged from the army?" The student then went silent.

"Hmm. That's what I thought. Now I'll be nice and change it up a lil bit. Have you kids ever heard of the term genocide?" Your day was now going from bad to worse.

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"Thank God that it's over!" You never wanted to see that man again. You weren't sure how graphic teachers were allowed to be but you were definitely going to ask your father to send in a complaint. You felt sick and used your ten minute break to go vomit in the bathroom. One can only see so many pictures of mass graves, bones and hear about torture until it breaks them and it seems your history teacher was not one of those people.

Sunny gave you a pat on the back and a bottle of water to help you swallow back the bile. "The worst is over now thankfully. Our next teacher is an angel compared to him. Just as long as you don't make her angry…" in walked your math teacher. "I'm impressed that she can walk in those heels!" Suddenly she turned in your direction and narrowed her eyes. "NO TALKING!"

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Luckily you were always decent at math so you didn't have much of a problem. You passed your quiz and Ms. Mistral gave you a sticker of a french terrier. You figured she must like dogs. Those that failed the test received a much harsher treatment. Your teacher was currently using both hands to hit students with rulers. "You imbeciles!" You turned to your friends once she was distracted. "How can she get away with this!?" John then mentioned that everyone knew her and the principal were seeing each other so he let it slide. "This place seems like a giant lawsuit waiting to happen.

Soon the bell rang and recess came. John and George were both trying to be ninjas but they just looked like dorks who watched an episode of Naruto. You then went to see what Sunny was doing. She had her laptop open and was somehow hacking into the United States government. You then sat down on a patch of grass and contemplated your life.

You returned to class and now it was time for your next subject, science. "Oh boy, my favorite!" pipped Sunny. In came an older man who you assumed must be blind due to the cane and prescription glasses. "I hear we have a new student. Just allow me to say that we all welcome you to Denver!" It turns out that this teacher was Mr. Monsoon (You questioned why all of your teachers had weather phenomenons for surnames) and everyone knew less about him than your math teacher. John told you that the reason he became a science teacher was because he used to be involved with the mafia and their drug operations.

Today you were learning about wind and how you can make a tornado in a bottle. You weren't going to lie, this was better than your previous two classes. Now it was on to the next lesson though. "Everyone, pull out your copy of the selfish gene. We're going to be covering memetics again." The class then let out a loud sigh. One child began to boo, letting out "RICHARD DAWKINS SUCKS!" The next thing they knew and their teacher was standing in front of the boy wielding dissection tools. He then leaned down and whispered into his ear. "If you value your life then you'll never speak those words in my class again…" The child gulped, terrorized with fear.

Then he went back to the front of the class like nothing had happened and resumed reading.

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You teacher was giving one of his unprompted speeches again when a students whispered to another. Being blind had heightened his senses so he could hear the two children perfectly. He didn't expect to hear what was about to be uttered. "I'd rather be in Mr. Sundowner's class right now. I know he taught us about Pol Pot torturing people but I swear that this class is actual torture!"

Everyone then noticed their teacher go silent, failing to realize his PTSD had been triggered. Suddenly he started screaming. "STOP! STOP IT!" He was now in a fetal position and sobbing on the floor. "I'll go get the school nurse!" said Sunny. Eventually a balding german man walked in. "Not again…"

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Well science class was cancelled for the time being so you got to go to your last class early. Everyone got changed and then went out on the field to play soccer. You were now going to be introduced to Mr. Rodrigues. He was from Brazil and very muscular. He had a portuguese accent and you thought that he was a model and not really a teacher. He had your class play some games before starting the match. The class was then split up into two teams and you were the goalie. Luckily George was on your team and was rather good at soccer.

"Alright everyone, let's dance!" Mr. Rodrigues then blew his whistle. The game had suddenly turned into a fierce battle with bloodshed. Students donned bruises and scrapes but your teacher seemed proud instead of concerned. The ball soon hit George in the abdomen, causing a loud "SKUNT!" to be heard. Now it was up to you to stop that ball. You jumped up and caught it with your face, the ball going so fast that it had a golden glow. Sadly it was too strong and the ball ended up decapitating you.

"Shit!" cursed your former teacher. Your class then buried you and planted a cherry tree in your honour.

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homely-lunatic · 2 years

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just finished pll:os and I’m convinced RAS only knows how to do two types of mystery reveals:

1) crime is committed. on a surface level it seems like there could be a number of suspects that match the general physical description of the culprit, but the second you take a closer look at all of these potential suspects and their relationships with the victim, it becomes abundtantly clear that only Character X could be the culprit if the reveal is going to have an even remotely dramatic effect. subtle evidence continues to be built up in favor of Character X being the culprit, which would be fine except they’re the only potential suspect for whom evidence is being subtly built up for. the culprit is revealed as Character X.

2) crime is committed. there are plenty of potential suspects, many of whom have the potential be incorporated into a highly complex and well-thought-out plot. the culprit is revealed as Character Y, who has had a total of six minutes of screen time the entire season.

#and in pllos? he did both <3 #hal cooper and that trash bag guy walked so chip and principal clanton could run #pll: original sin #pretty little liars: original sin #roberto aguirre sacasa #riverdale i guess

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kraviolis · 1 year

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WHY does no one think camila would be super active in her kids' lives!!!!! that she would just immediately dip from the demon realm and not go back unless necessary!!!!! she's not gonna pull a greg universe and step away from one of the most important parts of her kids' lives just because she's uncomfortable with magic!!!! shes a Noceda!!!!!

she would become good friends with all the adults in luz & vee & hunter's lives. she visits the boiling isles several times a week and hosts big family dinners at her house where she invites all of her kids' friends and parents and teachers. her home is always open to any of her kids' friends or parents, whether they need a shoulder or a friend or a break or a hot meal or even just homework help. she babysits king whenever she can find the time to and he starts calling her "mamila" and no, it doesnt make her choke up every time.

she makes a penstagram account with a cosmic frontier reference for her username to keep in close contact with her new friends and she actually knows how to use it better than hunter does. she's the first person alador goes to when he needs advice about being a parent. she has a permanent offer to stay at the owl house or at alador's home whenever she needs. she meets with gilbert, harvey, perry, steve, and raine for brunch every sunday morning.

she and principal bump meet and he is absolutely honored to meet her and he gives her the opportunity to give extracurricular after school lessons at hexside about the human version of beast-healing. she does a single lesson once a month, but does open up the chance for one or two older kids at a time to shadow her at her vet clinic for a day as a little field trip (viney always gets herself at the top of the list and becomes well known around the clinic) and she is lovingly teased by her co-workers for always picking up "strays".

she is one of the people on scene during the gathering of the guards who had all been murdered by their own creator and left to rot in the dark for decades. she doesn't have the strength in her to be one of the ones collecting the remains of all these men and boys who once had her son's face, but she stands by hunter's side and keeps him from falling to pieces and they help make sure all the golden guards all finally given a chance for peaceful rest.

she helps gus with preparing the curriculum for his classes on the human realm in eda's new school. she is there at all of the emerald entrails' flyer derby matches and wears green face paint to every single one and cheers the loudest. she's the one who takes amity to her meeting with the dean of the university of abominations when alador gets fireflu and is stuck in bed. she is the one who figures out hunter's never had a proper birthday party and quickly remedies that.

she meets the elder clawthornes and absorbs every piece of wisdom they give her as if they were her own grandparents. she learns palisman care from dell clawthorne so she can better take care of stringbean whenever luz leaves her palisman with her mom. she gets roped into learning how to carve wood by hunter during the start of his apprenticeship under dell & the bat queen.

her name ends up in the history books of the boiling isles, and not just for being known as the mother of luz the human. she becomes known for being the reason of the sudden boom in witches who focus in beast-healing and the reinvention of the entire industry on the boiling isles. she is known as one of the first people to rediscover and establish contact and fight for the protection of all the basilisks scattered across the boiling isles, who were previously thought to be extinct.

she would NOT just stand by and watch her children come and go between realms with her house serving as the port but not the embassy. she was once that very child, caught between what felt like different worlds, feeling as if she might be forced to choose one or the other because her parents were too uncomfortable with what felt like half of her soul. she would refuse to let luz, vee, or hunter feel as if they have to angle those halves away from her so they dont have to watch her wince at them.

camila noceda would make an effort to make the demon realm a part of herself, too, so that no matter where her kids settled themselves down in the future, they would still always feel at home with her.

#krav talks #toh #the owl house #camila noceda #luz noceda #hunter noceda #hunter the owl house #vee noceda #toh spoilers

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lixzey · 7 months

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Tim and reader have two teenage children. One of them gets into a fight at school. When they find out they’re mad. But after that they’re are told that the reason of the fight was because their son was protecting his sister.

info: dad!Timothée, child getting into trouble, protective dad, child coming out, bullying, harassment.

Daddy's Angels

“Timmy, I'm taking Nikki to your mom's!” I yelled from the foyer as I fixed my four-year-old's hair.

“Come on, Nikki, we'll get you a cake pop on the way to Nana's.” I held her hand in mine as we walked to the car. Before we got to the car, I heard my husband calling for me.

“Mon amour, wait! I just got a call from La Guardia.”

“What? What happened? Are Hal and Millie okay?” I asked worriedly.

“Depends on your definition of 'okay'.” Timothée sighed. “Millie has gotten into a fight. They need us to come to the school.”

“What the hell? A fight?” I asked incredulously. “She's been in school for a week!”

“The principal didn't say much.” Timothée took the car keys from my hand, “Come on, let's drop Nikki off. Then we can go to LaG.”

I rolled my eyes at him before getting Nikki in her car seat. We drove to Timmy's parents and dropped her off. As soon as Nikki got settled in her grandmother's arms, Timmy and I went straight to LaGuardia High School.

“I swear Millie is going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” I muttered as Timmy and I walked up the steps of the school. Timothée and I went to the same high school as teenagers, and we fell in love in our junior year.

“As if you didn't give your mom a heart attack when you were a teen.”Timothée chuckled, nudging me playfully. I rolled my eyes at him, “Well, I didn't get into fights.”

As we approached the principal's office, a voice spoke from behind us. “Mr. and Mrs. Chalamet.”

“The old hag's still here?” Timothée mumbled as the older woman approached us.

I elbowed him hard in the side before putting on the most polite smile I could muster. “Ms. Lawton, the principal, called us over. Can we see our daughter and possibly our son?”

“Oh yes,” The older woman frowned at me. “You were quite the troublemakers. Of course, your children would be delinquents. You know what they say: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.”

I grabbed Timothée's arm, preventing him from saying anything bad. “Just take us to our daughter.” Timothée said through gritted teeth.

Ms. Lawton nodded before leading us into the principal's office. As soon as the doors opened, I saw my daughter sitting in front of the principal's table, a haughty look on her face. She smiled as soon as her eyes landed on Timothée. “Papa!” she said, reaching for a hug.

“Oh no, you don't, Amelia Elise.” I sternly said from behind my husband. Mille froze at the mention of her full name. She turned to the principal and said, “I-I thought you were going to call my father?”

“And you thought he wasn't going to tell me?” I said through gritted teeth. Millie's eyes widened in fear. “I-well, uh....”

“You have got some serious explaining to do, young lady! I cannot believe you-” Timothée put a hand on my shoulder, cutting me off.

“Y/n, mon amour, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this. Let's listen to what the principal has to say first.”

I scowled at him, “Fine.” I sat in front of Millie, while Timmy sat beside her.

“During free time, Ms. Chalamet was seen arguing with a boy. Before Ms. Lawton could break it up, Ms. Chalamet proceeded to attack the boy.”

Timothée's eyes widened. “You got into a fight with a boy, Millie?!”

Millie sat up straight, her arms over her chest. “I wouldn't call it a fight. I would call it a well-deserved punishment. Auntie Pauline style.”

“Amelia Elise Chalamet!” I scolded her. “Then what else happened?” I asked the principal.

“Oh yes. Ms. Lawton and Mr. Shifman dragged Ms. Chalamet away, shouting at the boy in French.”

“French?” Timothée turned to his daughter, “What were you shouting, young lady?”

Millie sank down into her chair under her father's intense stare. It wasn't a normal occurrence for Timothée to get angry.

“I'd rather not repeat it, Papa.” Millie muttered as she fidgeted with her hair.

“You had no problem shouting at the boy in the hallways, Amelia. Why can't you say it now?” I asked. Millie stayed silent. “Well?”I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Vous êtes une excuse désolée pour un être humain. Vous méritez de pourrir dans les fosses ardentes de l’enfer et cela ne suffirait toujours pas à compenser le fait d’être une terrible excuse pour un humain.” Millie mumbled quietly.

“What was that, Amelia? Louder.” I glared at her.

“I was yelling that he could rot in the fiery pits of hell, and it still wouldn't make up for him being a terrible excuse for a human being.” Millie said quietly.

“And what makes him a terrible excuse for a human being, Amelia?” I asked further.

“I...I...can't say Mama.” Millie replied, sinking even further into the chair.

“Why not?” Timothée asked as he rubbed his temples.

“I can't, I promised Hal, Papa.” Millie said, almost in a whisper.

Timothée sighed. “Can we please have a moment with our daughter?”

The principal nodded as she rose from her chair. “I will be back in fifteen minutes.”

As soon as the door closed, Millie dove into her father's arms and broke down in tears. “Papa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! He just made me so furious!”

Timothée looked at me over Millie's shoulders, a worried look painted on his face. “Mon coeur, it's alright.” He assured our daughter, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down.

After a few moments, her sobs were reduced to soft sniffles, and Millie finally calmed down. Though she never left her papa's arms.

“Now,” Timothée started, “What exactly made you furious that you attacked that boy, chérie?”

“Promise you won't hate me, Papa?” Millie asked, her big green eyes staring at her father.

“I could never hate you, princess.” Timmy chuckled, kissing her forehead and brushing a stray strand of her away from her face.

I wanted to stay angry, but looking at my husband and eldest daughter's tender moment, my heart softened.

“Mama? You promise?” Millie asked me.

“I promise, love. Now, can you tell me and your Papa what happened?” I said with a smile, hoping to ease her worries.

Millie took a deep breath. “It all started on the first day of school. Hal and I were talking about our classes. Since we were in different homerooms, it was the only time we had to talk. Then suddenly, a boy, whose name is Tristan, pushed me. Hal got mad, and he helped me get up, and Tristan started to call him names. And yesterday, Tristan pushed Hal into giving him his homework. That's why Hal has a bruise on his arm.”

“What? Hal has a bruise?” I worriedly asked.

“Yeah, he has a bruise on his left arm.”

“This kid is mean and deserves to get punished. But I don't see a reason why you should attack him, angel.” Timothée said, hugging Millie tighter and closer to him.

“I'm getting there.” Millie sighed. “So, Hal and I were talking about our day, then Tristan came and started calling Hal names again. I told him to leave Hal alone, or else I'd tell a teacher. He then started to tease Hal even more, saying how Papa must be so disappointed that his son's major is Dance rather than Drama. He started calling him all sorts of names, like black sheep and the family's disappointment. So I told him to shove off.” Millie was trembling at this point.

“He pushed me into the wall and then whispered in my ear. 'Shut up. I bet your dad lets his friends use you, you little slut.' He....he the reached for my skirt and tried to touch me.”

I gasped, “He did WHAT!?”

Millie started to sob again. “I'm so sorry, Mama! I got so mad, I saw red. Before I knew it, I was punching him.”

“Oh, my baby! You didn't do anything wrong! You were defending yourself and your brother.” I opened my arms to hug her, but Millie couldn't move. Timothée was hugging her tightly, as if his daughter were his lifeline.

“Papa?” Millie asked, trying to pry her Papa's arms off her. “Papa, you're hugging me too tight!”

“I'm sorry, ma chérie.” Timothée chuckled, his grip on Millie relaxing. “Don't move, angel. Holding onto you is the only thing keeping me away from that boy and punching him myself.”

“Timothée Hal!” I exclaimed, “He deserves to get punished, but it isn't up to you! You can't beat up a kid!”

“I can't. But Hal could.”

“He won't, Tim.” I glared at him.

“I know, but Leo can.” Timothée smirked.

“Timothée Hal Chalamet, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you!” I snapped, “I am just as upset at you about this, but you can't tell your nephew to beat up this Trsitan kid!”

“Then why the hell did he bully my kids?” Timothée huffed. “Millie, why was he bullying your brother?”

“I...I can't say, Papa.” Millie sniffled.

“Sweetheart, please tell us. We won't get mad, let alone hate you and your brother.” I assured her, rubbing circles on her back.

“I promised Hal, Mama....I can't betray him.” Millie said in a whisper. “He doesn't want to disappoint you and Papa.”

“Disappoint us? Sweetheart, nothing you and your brother could do can disappoint us.” I kissed her forehead.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Millie, are you here?” Hal's voice echoed as he opened the door. “Mama? Papa?”

“Hal, sweetheart.” I smiled at my son, gesturing for him to sit beside me.

“Now, why was Tristan bullying Hal?” Timothée asked.

“Papa.....” Millie looked at Hal, her eyes on the verge of tears.

“Millie, you can tell Mama and Papa.” Hal smiled at his sister.

“But.....” Millie sniffed.

“No buts, Mills. If you can't say it, I will.” Hal assured his sister.

“Mama, Papa, I'm gay,” Hal said with a proud smile. “I'm not ashamed anymore. I hope you won't hate me for being gay, Mama, Papa.”

“Oh, my darling! I could never hate you. You're my baby boy, my beautiful, beautiful boy,” I said as I hugged Hal. “Your Papa and I couldn't be more proud.

“Yes, Hal, I'm absolutely proud of you. I could never hate you for being yourself.” Timothée smiled, reaching over to Hal for a hug.

"I'm proud of both of you, but that Tristan kid needs to be punished,” I said. “He needs to be punished for bullying my babies and for harassing Millie.” I insisted.

“Agreed.” Timothée nodded.

“Come on, I'll talk to the principal, then the four of us can get ice cream.” I smiled. Millie and Hal's faces lit up.

“Ice cream it is.” Timothée chuckled, hugging our children.

“Daddy's angels, huh?” I teased my kids.

“Daddy's angels.” They repeated in unison.

Right now, I couldn't ask for anything more.

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azurezfiction · 2 years

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Imagine that the Principal of Caspar High calling Danny’s Guardians after an incident happens, and fully expecting the crazy shenanigans of Jack and Maddie Fenton, but knowing that the two will be somewhat easy to handle. Despite their shenanigans, both are rather gullible when it comes to their children.

Neither come. Instead it’s Hal Jordan with his beloved Barry Allen, and apparently Danny and Jazz’s Uncle John, that come instead.

And all three are ready to fight for Danny.

#dc x dp #John Constantine #Halbarry #Hal Jordan #Barry Allen #Justice League #Green Lantern #The Flash #Danny Fenton #Danny Phantom

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curiouscreationss · 1 month

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ASOUE characters: How popular are they on Ao3?✨📚😎😮🫢

No.of fics with each character in them

Baudelaires:

Beatrice: 417

Bertrand: 257

🔧Violet: 977 🏆

📚Klaus: 822

🍳 Sunny: 662

👶 Beatrice II: 192

Quagmires:

Mrs Quagmire: 34

Mr Quagmire: 28

🖋️Isadora: 369 🏆

🗞️ Duncan: 367

🗺️ Quigley: 332 (Surprising tbh, I thought he’d win out of the triplets at least)

Widdershins:

⚓️Captain Widdershins: 40

🍄 Fiona: 114

🪝 Fernald: 166 🏆

Olaf+his troupe:

🎭 Count Olaf: 722 🏆

🍸 Esmé Squalor: 379

Woman with hair but no beard: 30

Man with beard but no hair: 25

👓 Georgina Orwell: 143

Henchperson of indeterminate gender: 84

Bald man: 57

White-faced women: 56 (just mildly less popular than the bald man yet there’s TWO of them- that’s gotta blow 😔-)

🎪[The Freaks] 🎪

Kevin: 14 🏅

Hugo: 13

Collette: 12

Denouements:

Frank: 76

Ernest: 92

🦄: 102 🏆

Snickets: (Take this with a grain of salt bc they have a whole other series -ATWQ- going for them)

Jaques: 347

Kit: 410

Lemony: 536 🏆

Guardians+the likes:

🏦 Mr Poe: 104

🗞️ Eleanora Poe: 14

📰 Polly Poe: 1

🐑 Edgar Poe: 10

💰 Albert Poe: 6 (Why is Edgar more popular??)

🐍Uncle Monty: 114

🐍 Ink/The Incredibly Deadly Viper: 8

🪟 Aunt Josephine: 72

Ike Anwhistle: 26

[🚬 Sir: 30

Charles: 54

👓 Georgina Orwell: 143 🏅

😃 Phil: 10 ]

[🎻Vice Principal Nero: 37 (That’s less than the bald man who has maybe 3 lines total, take that!)

Mrs Bass: 4 (Damn.)

Ms. Tench: 2 (Double damn)

Mr Remora: 3

📚 Olivia Caliban: 237 🏅]

🍸 Jerome Squalor: 104

(✨Esmé Squalor: 379 but I put her in the Olaf’s troupe section. This is just for quick comparison to Jerome. Poor guy. Ish. I don’t actually feel that bad for him tbh.)

🦅 The Council of Elders: 4

🎈 Hector: 48

Hal: 8

Babs: 9

Phil: 10

[🍎 Ishmael: 17

🐟 Miranda Caliban: 8

🕶️ Friday Caliban: 26 🏅

🚢 Thursday: 5 ]

Miscellaneous VFD members:

😎 Jacquelyn Scieszka: 172 🏆

🎥 Gustav Sebald: 78