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sunday six
this is the beginning of my next/last auction fic.
Peter has the driver take a detour on the way back home. He hasn't been near his mate in seven years. He just wants to drive by his house. He'll have Derek compile information on him soon, so Peter can see what he's missed, but for now he just wants to see if he can catch a glimpse.
He doesn't know what he's expecting, but it's not the empty driveway, overgrown lawn, or the 'Foreclosure' sign out front.
"Stop here," Peter orders. He gets out of the car and walks up the cracked walkway to the front porch. He peers in the windows. What furniture he sees is covered in sheets, but there's not much. He breathes in, but the scent of his mate is long faded from this place.
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you are killing me here you ruthless person you. *sobs*
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*smirks*
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Do you want some recs? HAVE YOU READ THE ALPHA THIEF?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14043726
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*bookmarks*
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::hands you tea and cookies so you can keep working on it::
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