( Warnings: rape of a minor aftermath, mpreg, self-blame, not dealing )

It hurt.

Everything hurt, especially parts that he didn’t want to think about right now. He instead concentrated on the headache he had from crying and having his head slammed against the stone floor, how his eyes burned, how his jaw ached from the rag that had been shoved into his mouth to muffle his shrieks no no no that was a bad place like ( Read more... )

Well, fuck guys, sorry its been such a long time between updates. I honestly just kind of lost track of things. Anyways, here's the newest part.

( We'll Always Have Paris Part 6 )

( We'll Always Have Paris (Part 2) )

God, I'm terrible with titles. Anyways, this was a prompt at Norsekink, which has swallowed my brain. The part that it's from has nearly reached its comment limit, so I'll be posting the rest of the story here.

( We'll Always Have Paris (Part 1) )