first blood
He is nine, he is twelve, he is fifteen, he is a killer, he is no one.
there’s actually a playlist for this here. cw for trauma/flashbacks, mild drug use, sexual content “Tate,” Reuben says, voice gruff. He looks up from the spot on the table he’d been staring at, not quite meeting his alpha’s eyes. “Sir?” “My office. Now.” “Dad-“ “‘Pollo it’s fine,” he mumbles, already pushing away from the dinner
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“I still don’t… know how to be comfortable with-” Ari’s mouth opens, then closes again. He wants to say something to make Tate feel better. Feels like an asshole for saying it at all, but it seemed better than just perpetually stepping out of reach. Tate nods in something like understanding, although the hurt look