TERRIFYING THURSDAY: Villians

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Hello everybody theladymore here with another day with a fantastic theme. Yesterday we were heroes fighting off SOPA/PIPA. But today, we look into the minds of Villians.

This could be looking into the mind of Acastus Kolya as he watches Sheppard be tortured by the wraith. Maybe even looking into the evolution of Regina Mills/The Evil Queen in "Once Upon A Time" or even switch it up a bit, make the bad guys the good guys and the good guys the bad guys.Have fun with it.

Of course keep in mind there are a few rules when posting your prompt:

-5 prompts in a row.
-No more than 3 per fandom.
-No spoilers in the prompt, and if your fic response has spoilers, please warn and leave adequate space.

And to make the job easier to the codemonkies hard at work to make this community great here's some examples

Stargate Atlantis, Acastus Kolya, "A Proper Artist With a Knife"
Once Upon A Time, Regina Mills/Evil Queen, She wasn't always evil.
Doctor Who, River Song/The 11th Doctor + The Master, The Master is the good guy, Doctor and River are the biggest threat to the universe.

theme=villians

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Stargate Atlantis, Acastus Kolya, "A Proper Artist With a Knife"

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Once Upon A Time, Regina Mills/Evil Queen, She wasn't always evil.

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Doctor Who, River Song/The 11th Doctor + The Master, The Master is the good guy, Doctor and River are the biggest threat to the universe.

Time Enough (PG13)

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AU in that the Doctor prevented the Master from being shot and took the Master away with him in the TARDIS at the end of season 4. We never did find out why later the TARDIS exploded…

Time Enough

He’s handcuffed to the railing in the console room of the Doctor’s TARDIS and has been for longer than he care to think about, maddeningly close to the controls but not close enough, unable to lie down and never comfortable when he leans back against the cool metal bars. They’re an annoying kind of handcuffs that he’s never come across before, that can’t be picked, that he can’t wriggle out of, and he suspects the damn things have been (insult to injury) sonic-ed.

The Doctor’s human pets come and go and the Doctor steers them around him and his attempts at conversation like he’s the pet. The only acknowledgement he gets is from the woman, the infamous River Song, who ghosts her fingertips over his handcuffs when she walks by, a small smile crawling quickly across her face. (She never touches his skin and he never knows if he wants her to.)

They come and go, all of them, but they’re never gone long enough that he could chew through his wrist. (He’s tried, so many times.)

Darleks, Cybermen, the Silence. The Pandorica, Demon’s Run, the Fields of Trensimore. They come and go, words flying between them and over his head, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t hear. Or that he doesn’t understand.

He forms his own words. None of them listen. It makes him wonder if there’s a perception filter around him, some form of barrier, or if they really are all that ignorant, laughing and cavorting as the TARDIS spins through the vortex without a care in existence.

“The Fields of Trensimore!” River cries, her hair a crazy halo around her head.

“All the best places,” says the Doctor as he flings the door of the TARDIS wide open for her.

Silence falls inside his head as they leave and he’s never not heard the drums before. It’s a relief and it’s bad, very bad, because it always is when he gets what he wants, he knows that even if it never keeps him from wanting.

“Think about it,” he says, tipping his head back against a railing, pushing against it with his skull. “The last question.”

The TARDIS hums softly and there he sits, her vibrations running through his blood and her conscious a whisper in the air. He thinks that she remembers that he’s here, trapped inside as much as she is and how could she forget?

“Think about it,” he says again to the room at large. “They’re going to destroy the universe.”

He wonders if she cares. He doesn’t know if he does. Does it matter?

She creeps inside his brain, softer than drums and more persistent, echoes of the Doctor and River and an Idris, and asks him a question, his own last question.

The TARDIS explodes and he’s not clear on all of the hows and the whys and the what nexts, but she’s smarter than him by far and he’s sure that she knows what she’s doing. (Not that it matters when he’s getting what he wants from this, right?)

She explodes, using the energy that he gives her, all of the energy from his last regenerations, slipping away from him and into her. He’s been a part of her for so long, he’ll be a part of her for just an explosive moment longer. Then he won’t be anything at all.

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Supernatural, John pov, Why is Bobby telling him, he is a danger to his boys?

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Supernatural, Lucifer & Gabriel (/Michael), Lucifer was always quite well behaved in his cage. Right until the day Gabriel brought his last message: Heaven/God finally sacrificed their soldier. Now Heaven has an enemy to fear ...

The Fall pt1

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He still remembers vividly the moment everything changed. After he rebelled and was thrown into the cage, Lucifer had raged like an animal; had banged his fists against the bars screaming until there was no fight left in him. Then he'd collapsed and waited for the door to open. It was true that he had disobeyed, that he had gone against God's wishes to bow before the humans. Childishly, he had even corrupted one (sweet Lilith, so easily enchanted and led astray) in order to prove that they were not worthy of the status his Father had given them. For that, he had been punished; Michael had beaten him and thrown him into the cage on their Father's orders. The first great 'time out' one might say. At the time, that was all Lucifer had believed it to be - an enforced separation from his brothers so that he would have time to think over his mistakes. For he had made a mistake; he had forgotten that God was omniscient, and therefore must have a reason for telling him and his brothers to bow to the mud-monkeys. He had been guilty of pride, he had been a disobedient son, and he deserved to be punished. But his Father was merciful and would forgive him for what he had done. He would see that he had repented and would allow him to return home.

Lucifer had sustained this belief in his Father for what felt like weeks before Gabriel had appeared to him with a message. A screen had appeared within the cage (God had obviously been rather impressed with the HD TV the humans would invent in the future) and upon it had been the image of Gabriel's face. After months of solitude, Lucifer had been overjoyed to see his little brother again.

"Gabriel," Lucifer sighed, smiling for the first time since he'd entered the cage. "Is it finally time for me to leave this place?"

Gabriel's expression had been solemn. "I'm afraid not brother."

"Then why are you here?"

"To deliver a message."

"A message?"

"From our Father."

Icy fingers had travelled across Lucifer's grace as a sense of foreboding settled over him. "What is the message?"

Pain was etched onto the face of Gabriel's vessel. Gone was the mischief in his eyes, the smile on his lips, the laughter lines - all Lucifer saw in that moment was wretched, helpless misery. "You've been cast out Lucifer. You're a traitor and forbidden from entering Heaven. You've Fallen."

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Supernatural, Michael /& Lucifer, “I can live with cold blooded murder, but you will not lie to me.”

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RPF, Mark Sheppard, Every story needs a villain, and he plays the role so well.

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Thor (2011), Loki+Thor, When they were young they use to play make-believe. Even then Loki was always the villain and his brother the hero.

This... will be short

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"Surrender, scoundrel!" the wooden sword thumps against his chest lightly. Thor smiles, so arrogant and proud. "You have been vanquished!"

"I have not!" Loki hates losing, and yet he always does. His hand, though sweaty, clasps around the dirt on the ground, and in a flash it is tossed unto his brother's eyes, clouding his sight. The sword clutters to the floor dully, utterly unimpressive. Such is the wooden sword a child of the gods carry, because how can a child, even of the gods, carry swords which grown god themselves at times deem too heavy?

"You- You trickster!" Thor furiously wipes his eyes. "You cannot do that, I pierced your chest!"

"It is not fair," Loki pouts. "I never get to win."

"Villains never win!"

"Why must I always be the villain, then?" He hates how shrill his voice gets when he's upset. "Why can't I be the hero?"

"Because of your underhanded tricks, that's why!" Thor is angry at him, and he hates that, too. "Heroes don't use sneaky ploys to overcome their enemies. They use their power, their spirit!"

"Lies!"

"It is not! Ask the All-Father!"

"Perhaps I shall!"

---

"Surrender... Scoundrel," heavy breaths wrap the words, Thor is no longer smiling, but Loki is. He can feel the blood dripping down his face, tickling his chin, but Thor's blood he sees, and he feels so proud. He may hate losing, but he knows Thor hates it ten times more. "You... have been vanquished."

"I have not," and as quick as a flash of lightning he unsheathes the Skofnung hidden in his robes, the blade cutting through Thor's armor, through Thor's skin. His yelp of pain is so shrill.

Thor was right. This role fits him perfectly.

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Disney Animation, any, An argument breaks out over who is the greatest villain of all time.

Fill, A Beauty but a Funny Girl 1a/1

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As you can probably guess, this is ridiculously cracky. There may be a couple of unscheduled appearances from other villains, too. *cough*Supernatural*cough*

I AM SO SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM.

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"No one's slick as Gaston; no one's quick as Gaston.
No one's neck's as incredibly--"

"What are you, a porn star? Looks don't matter here, you ignorant oaf."

"He's particularly good at expectorating!" said LeFou, which everyone was sensible enough to ignore.

"You're just saying that because you're a lion," said Gaston eventually. "You don't even have opposable thumbs."

"I beg your pardon? I plotted revolution, which is more than you accomplished. Out of the pair of us, my dear fool, it was you who was letting your animalistic side do the talking. Was there even one moment during your entire movie in which you were not thinking with your, ah, downstairs brain?"

From the sidelines, Dr. Facilier chuckled.

"Do shut up," Scar continued. "You're nothing but a sycophant who relied on favours from the other side. It's clear I'm the best villain here."

"Oh, please," said Hades. "You were king of a rock in the middle of nowhere, for a couple of years, tops. I'm king of hell."

"I'm English. Everyone knows the best villains are English."

"You're a plagiarist," said Shere Khan, inking himself into the room. "I was the sophisticated English feline villain, before you appeared."

"I usurp," said Scar, and if anthropomorphic lions could sniff haughtily, he would have. "It's my niche."

Ursula appeared, squashing Captain Hook in the process. "You're a plagiarist, Scar," she growled. "Or should that be Claudius?"

"Oh, please," scoffed Hades. "Like you're anything other than a pale imitation of the devil, who is himself just a derivation of me. I'm the original bad guy."

"Hercules defeated you when he was a baby," Maleficent pointed out, appearing in a bloom of smoke.

"Shut up, Maleficent. No one invited you."

"Oh yeah? Say that to me snout to snout, Mim!"

The two witches contorted and grew as they transformed into their dragon counterparts before soaring to the roof of the cavern, where they began to fight.

"Ugh," said Cruella, tapping cigarette ash onto Jafar's shoes, seemingly by accident, "How gauche."

"I know," said Lilith. "So unrefined. Want a lollipop?"

"Does she even go here?" Those were Gothel's last words.

"This is my sandbox, you two dimensional freaks, and you'd better not forget it! You amuse me for now, but if you get boring, or if you have even a single thought about usurping me--" Scar swallowed "--I should remind you that I have an eraser and I'm not afraid to use it."

Lilith peeled off the wrapper to her lollipop - a large circular thing every colour of the rainbow - and picked up Lady Tremaine's cat. His carefully-inked features were tightly controlled, masking any fury he might have felt.

"Settle this argument now," said Lilith. "I have an apocalypse to oversee."

"I think I know a way," said a woman at the back of the crowd. She was smiling.

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Person of Interest, Carter + Man in the Suit, it's easier to differentiate good from evil in theory than it is in practice

Life Ain't Black and White (but it is, but it is)

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It's easier to differentiate good from evil in theory than it is in practice.

Carter is a good cop- a good detective. She knows her way about procedure and never wavers in her convictions. Her oath is as sacred to her still as the day she made it, fresh from the academy, and still a little bright-eyed from the war. She knows murder is illegal is immoral, that the law is right and right is the law, that a person should have the security of his or her personhood and belongings. That no one is above scrutiny or the laws she defends and upholds and-

and

And there's a man she's hunting- supposed to be hunting- bleeding on a parking complex roof because of her laws and suddenly the law doesn't look so good, and Snow doesn't look so clean, hiding his piss under layers and layers of fresh powder and she has been made complicit in this.

She's been used. She has beed used, in a conspiracy to commit murder of the first degree sort, how had she not known.

She runs down stairs and darts around corners and she desperately hopes she finds him alive, but even more desperately hopes she doesn't find the Man in the Suit at all because she's starting to realize more than ever that lawful isn't good and unlawful might just not be evil and- oh god, she got him shot.

She got him shot, and there are no more garage levels to go, no more bloody handprints to follo-

"STOP!" because there he is and she's still a cop- a cop complicit in an attempted murder- and she will bring him in-

But he turns to her, and god.

There was a dog four houses down from her growing up with an owner who would kick him when she felt like it. He never complained, never called out, never bit. Just looked at the world with resigned, weary eyes.

Different face, same eyes.

Goddamnit.

Underneath him, the small man she can see is supporting most- Harold?

"You- You're-"

But Snow or his lacky is clattering down the stairwell, and there's no time and she knows that look and goddamnit, she won't be complicit in a successful murder attempt.

"Go." And she'll probably regret this somewhere down the line, but her other choice is waiting for Snow so he can put a bullet between tired eyes. "Go!"

Harold and his parter- employee?- duck into the waiting car, gone before the stairwell door turns and Carter is left staring at the pool of blood the Man in the Suit had left behind. She's still staring when Snow stops beside her, asks where he went.

"You know, Snow?" she turns her head to level him with a flat look, two inches away from slugging him, "You can take your cooperation and shove it."

She's done. She wants to go home, hug her boy and forget about everything that just happened. The last month, if she could be so blessed. Carter heads for her car.

"Detective-"

"No!" she spins back on a dime, watches Snow hesitate back a half step when she shoves two fingers into his breast, "You have made me complicit in an attempted murder, lied and mislead me, and for what? For a case you're not officially or legally allowed to work, regarding a man who you say doesn't exist!"

"Cart-"

"I'm done. I'm done, Snow." she turns back to her car, calls over her shoulder, "You can take yourself from my precinct. I'm not cooperating with you on this again."

Oh, if the world was black and white, if she were allowed to make her own laws. But it's not and she can't. She just has this. And somehow this has to be enough.

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White Collar, Keller/Neal, they used to be so alike, but who really changed?

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Avengers/Highlander, Odin + Methos, villains are those who oppose you

1/2 - PG, Odin + Methos, post-Avengers, mentions of violence/gore

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(NOT 'a taste of lightning.' Valföðr means father of the slain.)

--


"Hullo, Valföðr," the stranger says, slouched in Odin's throne.

Nothing has been disturbed. No alarm has been raised. And yet there is a stranger in Odin's throne, and his fingers are splayed across Gungnir.

"Well met, stranger," Odin says, readying himself for whatever move he makes. "Who are you and how came you to be here?"

The stranger laughs. "You'd think language and culture would move with the times, Valföðr," the stranger sneers. "But you and yours are still stuck a thousand years ago. Explains the boy, at least."

Odin does not react, cannot. If this man is here for Loki... "Who are you?" Odin demands, every inch the king he has been since time immemorial. He is the All-Father, the most powerful warrior and sorcerer in nine realms.

(Lie, whispers a voice in the back of his mind. It sounds like Loki.)

“Who I am is of no consequence,” the stranger snarls, lunging to his feet, fingers clenched around Gungnir. “What I can do is far more important, little king of petty children.”

Odin’s eyes widen. “How dare you come here!” he thunders, flinging his most powerful, dangerous spell at the man’s face.

It hits the man dead-center and he doesn’t react at all. “You should know better,” the man says, calm and cold. Odin shudders; he remembers this man, remembers blood soaking into the ground, remembers a command that reverberated in his bones.

“You stole a child and raised him to hate himself,” the man says, stalking down the stairs towards Odin. “You denied him when he needed you most, lied to him in every memory he has of you, and did not search when he fell into the void.” Gungnir flashes, power building, and Odin tries to prepare a shield, but he cannot do anything except listen. “You let your All-Seeing Gatekeeper withhold information, told your firstborn half-truths to stoke his betrayed and despairing rage, and threw the child you stole into a cage without even asking why he’d done anything.”

Gungnir rests against Odin’s heart and he looks into the stranger’s eyes. “So tell me, little king,” the stranger croons gently, a blood-curdling lullaby, “what should I do with you?”

“I have done my best,” Odin says, as strongly as he can.

The stranger laughs. Gungnir pulses and brilliant light flashes, and Odin screams –

He comes to on the floor of his throne room, Thor and his guards asking what has happened, if he’s alright.

“Loki,” Odin gasps, holding his chest. His heart aches. “Check on Loki, he came for Loki –”

Of course, Loki is gone. So is Gungnir, Sleipnir, and so is Mjölnir, whenever Thor thinks to call it next.

“Father, what happened?” Thor asks, standing in Loki’s empty cage.

Odin closes his eye, feeling so very old, and replies, “I made a grave error, Thor. And an enemy.”

(Two enemies, little king, a voice whispers, as cold and dark as the void. Well done, Valföðr.)

“Will Loki… is Loki safe?” Thor asks hesitantly. “Is Midgardr?”

Odin flinches. Every accusation the stranger made… if Odin can rectify those that can be rectified… “We must speak to Heimdallr,” Odin says. “Come, Thor.”

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any, any, the good guys always win because the winners write the history books

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Twilight, any, real vampires *eat* people

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Animorphs, Taylor, pretty in pink and deadly in red

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Vampire Diaries, Katherine, it's easier to pretend she never had a daughter

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Firefly, Saffron, her favorite alternate identity (/husband)

Herself (PG13)

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She’s been so many women across the ‘verse. People pick a life and plod their way through it, saying that they’re ‘living it to the full’, but she finds that so limiting. Surely people should want to live as many lives as possible. A woman can be anything and she wants to be everything, to explore every facet.

That’s not to say that she doesn’t play favourites, but she refuses to ever settle.

Her favourites then: the leader of a terrorist cell, her brown coat fitted at the hips and swishing as she walks with whispers of dust devil trailing in her wake; the top researcher at The Innovation Institute, whatever she could ask for placed reverently at her fingertips and the bright skies of core living; a Companion taking a year to travel, having to utilise every measure of her every skill which is as much a test as a reward itself.

There are so many reasons why, but it’s not until Malcolm Reynolds that a clear trend in the hierarchy she places her identities in becomes apparent. It’s not until she’s some stupid girl, Saffron, a gift to a man, and she discovers that she’s not hating being this version of herself as much as she anticipated, in fact she’s even starting to enjoy it. It’s not until she’s afforded respect when she didn’t expect to be.

It’s a rush, it’s validation, it’s not only acceptance of the face that she’s showing to the worlds but acknowledgement of it’s worth.

She considers creating a mental list of her favourite husbands as well as her favourite facets, just for him, just so she can put him first, the man who led her to the realisation that she loves respect. When she stops being Saffron and he figures out what she really is the possibility blows through her mind that he’ll respect her every face, but it doesn’t become a reality and she never makes that list.

He doesn’t kill her. That’s when she knows that he doesn’t respect what she is enough, how dangerous it is for him to leave her alive; her abilities, her skills, and the power that she is.

She is everything that she can be, so many women across the ‘verse.

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Supernatural, Ruby, if gentlemen really prefer blondes... Sam Winchester is in no way the good boy he'd like people to believe

Lust and Vengeance Make A Plan Come Together, Part 1

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Ruby lets the warm water of the shower beat down over her head, the water running down her body. There are so many things in this world that are just amazing. There are French fries of course, but showers are also pretty wonderful. When she was human, it was the Middle Ages and bathing was always hit or miss and it wasn’t even a passing thought in Hell. But here, oh my, an almost never-ending supply of hot water spraying from a pipe was a true luxury indeed. These humans just had no idea how good they had it.

She’s found that long showers gives her time to think, let things flit in her brain and wander down unknown paths to ideas that are sometimes pure genius. She reaches over for some soap and starts to wash. She likes this body, it’s petite and compact but not too thin, just the right amount of curves. But more important, Sam Winchester likes this body. Oh does he like this body.

When she first started her mission, she chose a blond meatsuit, thinking that was what Sam would respond to. The woman she possessed was tall too. But in all of her encounters with him in that body, there was never a hint of interest. Sure part of it was also his single-minded need to “save” his brother at the time, but there never seemed to be even a blip of desire, a sideways glance, to indicate he had any interest.

But she knew she hit jackpot when she showed up in this body. His thoughts were as transparent as any other humans and the immediate lust when he opened the door sent a shiver right to her black core. Sam wasn’t in a frame of mind to be introspective, but she knew that she was everything his sweet and pretty Jessica wasn’t. She was small and petite, where Jessica was tall, almost Amazonian. Jessica was blond and blue eyed, she is a brunette and brown eyed. Jessica was never a very confrontational woman. If she had she might not have died burning on the ceiling. If she had confronted Sam about his secrets, perhaps she might have survived. Or so Sam thought, deep, deep down inside that grapefruit of his, though he would never admit it to himself. So Ruby did the complete opposite. She was rude and direct, always quick to get in Sam’s face if she thought he was being stupid.

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Chronicles of Narnia, White Witch, try as they might they can't keep her away forever

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Any, any, realizing they're the bad guy

Filled

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I hope you like the Avengers! It's a bit long to post in one comment so I'll just link to to my journal here (http://ammcj062.livejournal.com/9181.html#cutid1)

Here's a little preview, though:

Tony doesn't realize he's a villain for a long time - but when he finally figures it out, it hits him with the same breathtaking force of Captain America's full-body tackle. Against the physical take-down, Tony has the suit to shield himself; he has no mental equivalent against the mental take-down. That's the one that winds him.

But there's two hundred pounds of angry patriot currently grappling at his armor (and while Tony might have liked that grappling had there been less costumes on both sides of the equation, that's a thought for another time), and Tony has always been good at priorotizing. No matter what Pepper says. So he pushes the oh shit, when the fuck did this happen feeling to the back of his mind and fires a repulsor blast at Captain America.

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Dresden Files, Harry/+any, Rating the villains he's faced over the years.

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Supernatural, Alastair, how he became hell's best torturer

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Harry Potter, any, 'the bad house'

Fill, Harry Potter, Original Character

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Found here on my tumblr account: Anything But (http://entireoranges.tumblr.com/post/155470662067/anything-but)

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Merlin, Morgana, ends vs means

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Historical RPF, any, legacy