Imagine there’s an artist in Beacon Hills who’s famous for their work but no one knows who it is (like Banksy). Allison loves art, and drags the others to see an exhibition.
One particular piece catches their attention: a gorgeous sculpture of a nude body, from the thighs to the neck, and carved so to give the illusion that slender arms were holding a piece of fabric to their waist, covering their genitals, but the bare chest suggests it’s a male figure.
“Am I crazy in thinking that that looks like you?” Allison hesitantly asks Stiles.
Stiles snorts. “I’m flattered that you think I look that good.”
“I don’t know,” Scott says slowly. “I’ve seen you naked more times than I’d like.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Stiles says defensively.
“Allison’s right,” Scott says. “It kinda does look like you. The arms, the moles—even the dimple in the butt cheek.”
Stiles opens his mouth to object but hesitates. He looks closer at the details. His eyes go wide. It is his butt.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
The others laugh it off and move on to other pieces but Stiles can’t take his mind off the statue. That’s when realisation hits him.
There is only person who has seen him naked often enough to be able to create such detail. His boyfriend. Derek.
Hi hope you can help out ✌️I'm looking for a sterek fic, future fic most likely since stiles is a teacher and derek is a famous but reclusive sculptor. I remember a scene where stiles would grade his students papers at derek's studio and he has his own chair reserved for him.
Hi @essiesays! @the-pen-pot found this one.
(Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll
(9/9 I 78,759 I Explicit I Sterek)
The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.
Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.
Imagine Stiles is a barista in a coffee shop. Every day Derek comes in and orders a coffee (black with a dash of sugar) They talk a bit and over time, get to know each other better and better Derek sits in the same seat, by the window. Pulling out his drawing kit and drawing. Maybe one day, as Stiles is cleaning up the shop, he sees that Derek must have dropped his drawing pad under the table. He picks it up and flips through it. He's shocked to see the majority of the drawings are of him
2 - Smiling at customers, concentrating on making coffee, even 1 of him bent over to get something out from under the counter. Stiles jumps and turns around when the door opens. Standing there is Derek Derek is embarrassed, and tells Stiles that he will understand if Stiles doesn't want him to come back to the shop Stiles tells him that if he wanted to draw him, all Derek had to do was ask. Derek smiles That night Derek gets to draw Stiles naked, in the light of the sun setting.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale
Additional Tags: Yosemite National Park, Camping, Hiking, Photographer Derek, Alternate Universe, Stargazing
Series: Part 2 of Derek Hale: Landscape Photographer
Summary:
After Stiles helped Derek see his own work in a new light at the gallery opening, Derek thinks it might also be enlightening to invite him along on a photography trip to Yosemite.
(Sequel to "Behind the Lens.")
This is a part two to another fic I shared, and both are so so so so beautiful. This person is officially my new favorite author and I’ve been binge reading. Soooo beautiful.
The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.
Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.
Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.
Also known as the one where the pack takes over the world... Or at least Beacon Hills. This was great because it’s pack fic with all of the players that we know and love: Lydia, Jackson, Danny, Allison, Stiles, Scott, and Derek. This was one hell of an experience and 100% something I’ll read again.
Summary: Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.
He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.
He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a lucky guy. He has faith.
He can't believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There's just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.
Info: 27k | Mature | Soulmates, Pining, Roommates
Notes: Oh, it hurts! The pining and the heartbreak are so glorious! -C
Sneak Peek:
‘So this, right here? This is what I want you to cover. I want you to make sure you can’t see it at all, okay? I want it gone,’ he makes a vicious, swiping motion with his hands. ‘Ixnay on the soul mark crap. I want nothing on my body that I haven’t chosen for myself. Taking back control, man. Saying no to predeterminism and all that outdated fandango.’
hey! do you know this fic? in it, derek is like a glassblower or a potter or something. i think scott is his apprentice but i might be wrong. anyway derek sees some of stiles' (who i think is on college) designs and makes them and asks stiles to make more but scott gets mad at derek for that bc stiles can only make them off his meds.. thanks for the help!!! you're awesome for doing this stuff!!
Hey!
Pretty sure it’s this one where Stiles uses recreational drugs to create designs.
The View From My Window by primroseshows | 29.5K
Derek is a glassblower on the hunt for new ideas. His assistant Scott has some artist friend named Stiles.
22 Sterek pretty please And thank you, you wonderful person you
Thank you for the prompt, nonnie! This ended up being two miserable people at a wedding reception, but I figured that was close enough. This is a ‘no Hale fire, everyone is human’ AU. I hope you like it! (On AO3)
“Cheer up, son!” his dad says as he dances past withNatalie, who still looks resplendent despite changing out of her wedding dress.“This is a party!”
Stiles hadn’t even wanted to accept Lydia’s invitation, buthis dad had talked him into going, mostly by saying “you always meet interestingpeople at weddings.” Stiles has met no interesting people, and has instead been enduring Jackson taunting him for not bringing a date.
Thankfully, he gets bored and leaves fairly soon, returningto his usual spot at Lydia’s side. Stiles knows he’d be in big trouble if hepunched Jackson out at the reception.
He was hoping to just chill and eat cake with Scott, buthe’s dancing with Lydia’s friend Allison, and they both look super into it.He’d guess they’re about two seconds from kissing.
He sweeps his gaze across the dance floor, sees Peter Hale,Natalie’s new husband, doing some kind of involved dance with three otherpeople. He spots his dad again, who looks like he’s maybe had too muchchampagne, but seems to be having a lot of fun.
Stiles gets tired of watching the dancers, and startslooking at the tables along the perimeter instead. There’s clusters of peopleeating and talking, but in the back corner he spots a surly looking guy sittingalone. He’s clearly not happy to be here, either.
Well, Stiles decides, misery does love company.
He cautiously makeshis way over, hesitates with his hand on the back of the chair. “Hey man, youmind if I sit here?”
The guy raises a truly magnificent eyebrow, then nods. Stilestries not to breathe a sigh of relief too obviously. Stiles sits down on thesame side of the table as him, so they can still watch the dance floor. It’sonly going to get more entertaining as people continue to drink.
“Hi, I’m Stiles,” he says when he realizes Sour Face isn’t goingto say anything.
“Derek,” is the short answer he gets, but it’s better thannothing.
“So, I’m guessing weddings aren’t really your thing?” heventures. He figures it’s more tactful than saying why do you look so grumpy?
Derek lifts his shoulder in an apathetic shrug. “I don’tmind weddings. I’m not very fond of crowds, though.”
“I don’t like them much, either,” Stiles says. “Though Iplay it off better.”
That gets the corner of Derek’s mouth to twitch up, andStiles grins.
They sit in empathetic silence for a moment, but Stiles’nosiness gets the better of him. “How’d you end up here, then? Since you’re notinto big parties.”
“Peter is my uncle, so of course he invited me to thewedding. And I had no trouble turning him down,” Derek says, smirking.“However, Natalie owns the gallery I work at, and she convinced me to come.”
“How’d she do that?” Stiles asks, curious.
“Bribery.”
That startles a laugh out of him. “I’m not sure if you’rejoking or not.”
Derek turns, fixes him with a very serious look. “I’m notjoking,” he says.
“Oh,” Stiles says, momentarily caught on how beautifulDerek’s eyes are. “Um, what did she bribe you with?”
“She said she’d feature one of my pieces during the nextshowcase,” Derek says. “I figured that was worth braving the crowd for.”
“One of your—you paint?” Stiles asks, surprised.
“What, do I not look like the artist type?” Derek asks,teasing. “Yes, I paint. And I spend most of my time either at the gallery or inmy studio, which is why I’m not used to all of this,” he adds, gesturing towardthe people milling around the dance floor.
And Derek doesn’t reallylook like the artist type, not in his suit and tie. He looks incredible.
“I feel it’s only fair to ask now,” Derek says. “But why didyou look so upset earlier?”
Stiles has a briefly panicked oh god, he saw that? moment, but he pulls himself together. “Icouldn’t get a date to the wedding, and Jackson was hassling me about it,” headmits.
“Jackson, who’s broken up and gotten back together withLydia four times in the past couple of months?” Derek says slyly, eyebrowraised. “I’m not sure he has room to talk. Though I am surprised you couldn’tfind a date.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Stiles says, grinning. “I know this suitmakes me look dashing, but in regular life I’m pretty awkward most of thetime.”
“I’m the same,” Derek says, smiling back. “Because if youhaven’t noticed, I don’t have a date either.”
Stiles hadnoticed, but hadn’t been quite forward enough to say something about it.
“When you walked up,” Derek says into the quiet lull, “I wasactually trying to figure out which painting to pick for the showcase. It’ll benext month.”
“Well, I know nothing about art,” Stiles says. “But if youwant an entirely uninformed opinion of which one to choose, I’d be happy tohelp.”
Derek laughs. “Hey, it’s always good to get a freshperspective,” he says. “Sometimes I look at one of my paintings so long, Ican’t tell if I even like it any more. That’s when I usually call one of mysisters. They’re very honest.”
“You can always count on family for that, huh?” Stiles says,shaking his head. “My dad tends to be brutally honest about my personal life,so I can definitely relate. And if I don’t answer his calls, he sends one ofhis deputies to give me parking tickets. He thinks he’s funny.”
“Deputies?” Derek says curiously. “Wait, is your dad SheriffStilinski?”
“Um, yeah,” Stiles says, wary. That information sometimesscares people off.
Derek brightens. “Oh, I love talking to him. He comes by thegallery pretty often.”
“He does what?” Stiles says, disbelieving.
“There’s usually not that many people there, and it’s quiet.He likes to wander around and look at the art, he says it’s very peaceful. Andif he has time, he’ll usually ask me about a piece he likes, or how my ownpaintings are coming along,” Derek says, sounding pleased.
“That’s really nice,” Stiles says, smiling. “Sounds like I need to start going to the gallerytoo.”
“You’re welcome any time,” Derek says. “There’s a lot ofgreat art to see there.”
“And soon it’ll be featuring yours, too!” Stiles saysexcitedly. “That’ll be really amazing.” Then he pauses, thoughtful. “I know yousaid the gallery was mostly empty during the week, but isn’t it pretty busy onshowcase nights?”
“Yeah,” Derek says. “I’ve helped Natalie run them before, alot of people usually show up.”
“You ready for that, then?” Stiles asks teasingly. “I haveit on good authority that you don’t like crowds.”
“It’ll be worth it, if people will see my work,” Derek says.“I just want that chance, you know?”
“Definitely,” Stiles says, nodding encouragingly. “I’m sureit’ll be a great night.”
“I hope so. Though I amexpected to bring a date to the showcase,” Derek says with a shy smile. “Knowanybody who might be interested?”
Stiles feels his heart speed up. “Do they have to knowanything about art?”
“Not at all,” Derek says.
“Then I think I might have just the guy for you,” Stilessays, grinning. “I hear he looks very dashing in a suit.”
“That’s critical—this is a fancy party, after all,” Dereksays, amused. “But is he a good conversationalist?”
“I think so. If you feel nervous and can’t think of anythingto say, he’ll cover for you. He also knows alot of random facts.”
“He sounds ideal so far,” Derek says, leaning closer. “Butis he a good kisser?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Stiles murmurs, justbefore his lips touch Derek’s.
