Derek, and everyone else at the magazine, had wondered about it from the first time they’d shot Stiles.
There was something in the way the man held himself, something about the tilt of his head and the slant of his smirk and the way he took up space in a room. Yet, he wasn’t smug or arrogant so that it stank up the place the way it did with the average model.
Stiles was anything but average, and not necessarily in the ‘cool’ way. He wasn’t the guy that got picked first for the team or had his choice of dates on Saturday night. He liked his hair too short and his jeans too loose and his t-shirts tight but covered in another layer. And yet, despite his flailing limbs and self-depreciating comments and the fact that he favored topics of conversation that were either hard to follow or simply bizarre, Stiles held himself with a conviction that seemingly far outweighed his social capital. He was a bundle of contradictions all wrapped up in a very attractive, very loquacious package.
photographer!derek fic where he literally ends up dropping his portfolio and out spills an avalanche of photos of Stiles that Derek plans on submitting to a gallery a few towns over.
Bonus if it’s in the middle of an argument wherein Derek is trying to get rid of Stiles so he can go to his secret art meeting. He’d probably be in the middle of telling him, ‘maybe I don’t want you around all the time.’
And Stiles knocks everything out of Derek’s hands accidentally and there’s papers flying and all of these beautiful photos of Stiles are suddenly everywhere.
And Stiles stops mid stoop to pick everything up when he actually looks at them. 8x10s in black and white and some digital manipulations. There’s likely one in there of Stiles as the queen piece on a chessboard because why the hell not, right. picture it.
The point is they’re not really casual things like ‘hey this is you eating a hot dog whole or this one is decent of you looking mildly attractive.
But the thing is Stiles is also harboring like the biggest thing for Derek so he just stands up all smug and holds up the photo with this shit eating grin on his face. “Am I your queen?” He’d ask but his face would be less like
and more like
And then Derek just knows he is ruined.
So then obviously, Derek is accepted into the show and Stiles goes with him to the opening. As his date and it’s terrible because he wins an award and Derek has to talk about his work and Stiles is right there and he probably makes a reference to Stiles as his inspiration and for the rest of the night Stiles introduces himself as Derek’s muse.
Stiles and Derek discovering together they sort of have an exhibitionist kink. Which means less public sex and more like dozens and dozens of GB worth of pictures (and video). And maybe some of Derek’s newest works are slightly more risque than previously.
(one which features a fairly large capture of Stiles just before they both come, Derek sitting on his dick holding the camera. And after, Stiles’ clavicle and neck stripped with come. Derek debated going black and white but the way Stiles’ flushes so red and the color of his eyes half lidded are too beautiful not to share brag about.
Although Derek probably very much regrets showing Stiles how to use photoshop when he comes home one day to find a half decent rendering of a miniature Derek atop a closeup of Stiles’ erect dick.
It’s hanging on the fridge next to the grocery list.
These pics make me think Sterek. (Because almost everything does.)
I had the thought that maybe Derek is not really kinky in any sense. Like, he’ll indulge Stiles in almost anything, and will happily join in the fun for Stiles’ sake on a fairly regular basis, but for his own sake, a good vanilla fuck is really all he needs. But then maybe he gets into photograhy as a hobby, just as a general thing, taking pictures of puppies or flowers or, you know, aesthetics.
And then of course Stiles has to go and make a filthy suggestion to bring it into the bedroom, and ohhhh okay yes, Derek could be a fan.
But he can’t just take a filthy, shaky phone cam pic of Stiles’ lubed hole stuffed full of dick like any ol horndog, nooo, it has to be all composition and lighting and goddamn technical things, and for fuck’s sake, Derek, we’re trying to get off, here!
So, okay, for Stiles the whole thing is pretty damn boring, and he regrets all the life choices that brought them to this, because his boner wilts the longer Derek fiddles with settings and moves them around to catch the light, but somehow Derek’s dick never really goes down. Stiles blames werewolf stamina, ugh, fuckers. Stiles just reaches a point where it’s just -sigh- okay, look, do your thing, I’m gonna put on my hoodie now, cause it’s cold as balls in here, and it’s not like we’re moving much to heat up anymore. And I might as well do my studying while you finish up back there, k? k.
So he’ll literally just be hanging there, wondering if this is how omegas feel in all those knotting fics, while Derek is doing his thing. And Stiles only complains a little bit, because he DID ask Derek, repeatedly, on a regular basis, if there was anything kinky HE’D like to try, and if this turns out to be the answer, then Stiles can deal, he’s an accepting boyfriend.
But the thing is, Derek really does get off on it. The more perfect he gets the shot, the more he really captures the beauty of Stiles’ back, his gorgeous ass, even his slightly disgruntled face? The harder he gets, and by the time he’s finally happy with the shot, and manages to fire off a few frames, catching it just right? That’s when he tosses the camera aside and fucks Stiles through the goddamn floor, and OKAY, Stiles is back in the game, totally approving of this, 100%.
At least right up until the next time he spends 20 mins on hold while his boner deflates. Oh well. He can learn to live with it. Derek went along with the Han Solo roleplay, Stiles can deal with this.
In the proud tradition of “anything is a fic idea, particularly when there’s actual work you’re supposed to be doing!”, this photo came across my dash, and for some reason my brain immediately said “Derek Hale as a landscape photographer” and things kind of snowballed from there. So, step one, go look at that photo, because it’s relevant to the fic. Then read. I’ll wait.
Stiles didn’t claim to know a lot
about art. Sure, he could fake it with the best of them; he’d spent many, many
hours listening to Lydia’s opinions about new artists she’d agreed to represent
at her gallery, not to mention her more scathing commentary on artists she
found overhyped by reviewers. Mostly, though, he just ended up coming in when
she had a new show going up and hung stuff as directed. (And then maybe
attended the opening and seeded conversations with some of her key phrases. He
wasn’t proud. There was free food.)
Usually how this went was that he
came by after the gallery closed, helped take the outgoing show down, moved
hooks and whatnot, and helped put up the new pieces. By the time they were
done, he’d have a good idea of what the artist’s style was, some sort of vague,
academic appreciation of it, and no particular desire to look at any of it
long-term. It was just art. But this time…
The Hale’s, in a stunning come back from their industry and family disaster at the hands of Kate Argent, the ‘Publication Arsonist’, in 2007; have released their 10th anniversary limited edition magazine.
In an incredible book like sequence, we meet the ‘Boy Who Runs With Wolves’ himself, and discover the answer to the mystery of muse who captured Derek Hale’s heart and inspired him to create his now, world famous photography and artworks.
Mysterious-semi-famous-model!Stiles and rival turned lover photographer!Derek AU anyone?
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