“Shh, save your strength, little one. You have time yet to weep.” Pale fingers traced the narrow welt rising along Pikachu’s flank. Lord Voldemort knelt. He mapped it with his mouth, his flickering tongue, eyes falling shut in rapture.
i’m going to cry
what is this i can’t even
Pikachu is scarred for life.

FUCKING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
OHMYGOD MY CHILDHOOD ;_____;
FFFFFFUUUUUU— WTF ?
Pikachu is scarred for life.
what is this i can’t even
WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!?!?!?! I CAN’T EVEN WRAP MY MIND AROUND THIS
This fic is actually pretty okay. I liked it! :D