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to get one's just deserts: to receive the appropriate reward or (more usually) punishment for one's actions.
The door to the car opened with a whine, followed by the coughing of a pathetic old man.
Barty walked to him, the pavement as light beneath his trainers as a cloud. He was skipping. He was laughing. He was crying. He was God and the Devil and Man. He was cutting the umbilical cord as he was born.
Abraxas Malfoy was crawling, and that was so fitting. On the side of his face where the airbag had impacted, there were small cuts like a dusting of weeping freckles. The skin looked raw and burned. The eye socket was swelling and the whites of the eye were spiderwebbed red.
Barty had never seen anything so beautiful.
Malfoy didn’t cry or beg for his life. He was spitting profanities, assuring Barty of his power and how Barty would suffer for this. He didn’t apologise. He didn’t repent. He didn’t revert to a quivering mass of tears and call out for his own mother.
He didn’t believe.
So, Barty stood above him, and he aimed the gun.
The Order is dead. The rich must pay. The city will burn. Evan and Barty fall in love.
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Kill Your Darlings: To remove or refrain from using something in spite of one's affection for it
Years after Regulus loses his brother they're reunited, and as he struggles to figure out where he fits in Sirius's life he also struggles not to get lost in the impossible feelings he has for Sirius's best friend.
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Regulus Arcturus Black had been well-informed, from the youngest of ages, as to what defined pain.
Pain meant torture. Pain was suffering—sadistic and ceaseless. It called for lessons to be taught; mistakes that shall not be made again.
It meant: Don’t get out of bed late. Don’t get poor marks. Don’t break that vase. Don’t make common mistakes. (Don’t breathe too loud. Don’t fall in love. Don’t defy your elders. Don’t ask questions.)Pain was simple in sum: Ownership and Derogatory Submission.
Yet now—now he had stumbled upon the dignity and deities of Power: pure, raw, indomitable, transcendent.
Power was a blessing hardly harboured and well wielded. It was impressively grave and unrelenting in organic nature.Regulus Arcturus Black was more than powerful. He was more than the oversimplified ideology of Power itself. He was no puppet that would bend, bow, and bear it any longer.
No—Regulus wouldn’t let himself undergo the slightest recall of what pain felt like. Not for half a moment. Certainly not for pitiful Wix with awfully placed complexes.As for the rest of the world?
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