can you rec some fics similar to Inertia by apocryphal, derek and cora on a road trip with stiles, all of them bonding please and thanks
There wasn’t a lot with all three on the road trip. So some of these are just two of them but include bonding all around.
Inertia by apocryphal
(1/1 I 21,608 I Mature I Sterek)
The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.
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Looking for Adventure in Whatever Comes Our Way by Onlymystory
(12/12 I 25,375 I Mature I Sterek)
Cora, Isaac, and Stiles want Derek to be the driver on a road trip to check out colleges. Ten days in the car with his sister, beta, and the eighteen year old that Derek is still trying to convince himself he's not in love with? This should go well.
To Build a Home (Of Sorts) by nogitsune_lichen
(24/24 I 75,945 I Explicit I Sterek)
The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be.
He was weak. So weak.
He walked away from the only person that felt like home.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone.
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Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.
The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific
(2/2 I 82,886 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.
He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.
Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.
He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.
And then he leaves.