An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He shuts his apartment door behind him and hears Scott say, “I found him like this.”
“What are you–?” Stiles turns to see Derek sitting in the middle of the living room floor. Pages and pages of Stiles’ handwriting scattered around him. He doesn’t move for a couple beats.
His initial reaction is to run and hug Derek. Fuck, he’s missed him so much. But he can’t because Derek found his letters.













