#florist!stiles

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

The Language of Flowers

@imagine-sterek​ My Sweet Valentine Event – February 10th: Flowers

Derek has to buy flowers for Jennifer and Peter’s engagement party. Stiles picks out the perfect bouquet for him.

The bell above the door rang, the sound carrying throughout the store and announcing his presence as Derek stepped into the store.

He buried his hands in the pockets of his thick coat, looking around at the rustic buckets full of delicate flowers, the prices written on little chalkboards that were clipped to the pails.

“I’ll just be a moment,” a voice called out from the far door that led into the back of the store.

“Take your time,” Derek called back.

He slowly wandered about the store, looking at the different kinds of flowers.

A moment later, a young man stumbled out of the back room. He was dressed in a blue and grey flannel shirt with a dusty grey apron tied over it. His dark hair was a tousled mess and his chocolate-brown eyes sparkled as a smile lit up his mole-speckled face. A small name badge was pinned to his apron, neat letters spelling out Stiles.

“Hi,” Stiles said. “What can I help you with?”

“I need flowers,” Derek answered.

“Well, this is a florist,” Stiles replied, a hint of mischief in his smile.

“I’m sorry,” Derek said, shaking his head slightly. “My ex just got engaged to my uncle and I want to bring them flowers or something for their engagement.”

“Your uncle and your ex?” Stiles repeated back to him, his smile falling as an expression of shock settled on his face.

“Yeah,” Derek muttered. “Jennifer and I… It didn’t end well.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Stiles replied.

“Thank you.”

Stiles seemed to think for a moment, his eyes lighting up a s a hint of a mischievous smirk lifted the corners of his lips.

“I’ve got the perfect thing for you,” Stiles said. He began to move around the shop, musing as he picked flowers out of the buckets. “Geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations for disappointment, and orange lilies for hatred.”

He arranged the flowers to make a stunning, vibrant bouquet, holding it out to show Derek.

“It’s what I lovingly refer to as the ‘fuck you bouquet’,” Stiles said proudly.

Derek let out a quiet chuckle.

“I like it,” he said, meeting Stiles’ gaze. He started patting down his pockets until he found his wallet. “How much?”

Stiles made a thoughtful sound before answering, “A buck.”

“What?” Derek looked at him stunned.

“Okay, fine, a penny for your thoughts,” Stiles corrected himself, wrapping the bouquet.

“That’s terrible business,” Derek told him.

“I became a florist because flowers allow us to show each other love and make each other happy,” Stiles told him. “I don’t like making business off of people’s despair and misfortune.”

Derek pulled a fifty dollar note out of his wallet and handed it over. “Consider the rest a tip.”

Derek took the bouquet of flowers from Stiles and made his way over to the door, the small bell ringing out through the store. He paused in the doorway, turning back to the young man behind the counter.

“Thank you.”

Stiles offered him a friendly smile as Derek turned to leave.

The bell above the door chimed as Derek stepped into the small florist.

Stiles stood behind the counter, arranging small bouquets

“Hi,” Stiles greeted, a bright smile lighting up his face when he saw Derek.

“Hi,” Derek replied with a kind smile. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“No,” Stiles said. He stepped out from around the counter, dusting his hands off on his apron. “I’m just passing time. What can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you could help me pick out a bouquet for someone,” Derek started.

“Sure, what are you looking for?” Stiles asked, before quickly adding, “It’s not for you ex, is it?”

“No,” Derek replied.

Stiles let out a sigh of relief and Derek let out a quiet laugh.

“I’d like a bouquet of sweet pea, peonies, dusty miller, peach roses, and pink roses,” Derek told him.

“I can do that,” Stiles said, moving about the shop as he began to pick the flowers out of the buckets and arrange them into a bouquet. “Dusty miller for happiness and peonies for compassion and good fortune.”

A small smile crept onto Derek’s face as he watched Stiles work.

“Sweet pea to say ‘thank you’ and peach roses for gratitude and admiration,” Derek continued.

“You’ve been studying,” Stiles said with a quiet chuckle. “And the pink roses?”

“Pink roses symbolise romantic feelings.”

“Well, whoever this is for, they’re very lucky,” Stiles said, bundling up the flowers and wrapping them.

“They’re for you,” Derek said quietly.

Stiles paused. He looked up at Derek, stunned.

“What?” he stammered.

A soft pink blush coloured Derek’s face as he repeated, “They’re for you.”

Stiles smiled bashfully, bowing his head.

“This is for you too,” Derek said, digging into his pocket and holding out money for the flowers and a folded piece of paper. “Have a nice day, Stiles.”

“You too,” Stiles said, still stunned.

He watched Derek leave before looking down at the piece of paper in his hands. He carefully unfolded it, looking down at the neat handwriting—a phone number.

Stiles’ smile broadened as he looked up, glancing down the street as Derek’s figure disappeared into the crowd.

He slid the piece of paper into his pocket and made a note to text him later.

[AO3]

[christinesficrecs]

Hello Christine!! Happy new year to you! I was wondering if you could help me with Sterek fics that the Hale family are horrible to Derek, like they know the fire was inadvertently cause by his relationship with Kate, not that he knew she was a hunter, but the family blames him anyway. And Stiles finds this appalling.

Hey!

Well, I think just this one.

Talk Me Down by SylvieW | 26.3K | Mature

After the Hale family narrowly escapes the fire, Derek moves to New York to escape their lingering resentment. There, he meets Stiles, and feels an instant connection to him, but their relationship, and Derek’s self worth is tested by the hurdles Derek’s pack throws at them

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Doughnut Murderer

Stiles is having the worst day, but it all goes to heck when he bumps into a guy outside of a café.

For Z, Happy birthday! ❤

What’s worse than a single guy putting together numerous table setters, floral arrangements, and bouquets for a wedding? A single guy putting together numerous table setters, arrangements, and bouquets for their ex’s wedding.

It was a bitter reminder of everything he didn’t have. And with every sprig of angel’s breath that he put in a bouquet or every white rose he fitted into the floral arrangements, Stiles felt his heart sink further.

He was happy for her, he really was, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something.

He was seconds away from bursting into tears when Scott told him he could have his break. He untied his apron and set it down on the bench before leaving the store.

He stepped out onto the street, letting the fresh air wash over him. He drew in a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he made his way down the street to the café on the corner.

The girl behind the counter greeted him with a bright smile. “The usual?”

“Yes, thanks,” Stiles replied, pulling out his wallet and paying for the coffee and doughnut.

He sat down at a table by the window as he sipped at his coffee, scrolling through his phone and answering his dad’s messages.

He let time slip by until his break was nearly over. He slid his phone back into his pocket and picked up his doughnut and carried the dishes back to the counter, thanking the girl behind the counter before heading out of the café.

He had only just stepped out of the door when a man bumped into him, knocking the doughnut from his hand.

“I’m so sorry,” the man apologised, catching Stiles before the young man toppled backwards. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Stiles froze, staring down at the crushed doughnut crumbs that covered the sidewalk. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision into streaks of colour and light.

It was the last straw.

“Doughnut murderer!” he shouted at the man, wrenching his arm free of the man’s hold and running down the street, back to the florist.

He sprinted into the store and into the back room, tears streaming down his face. He collapsed in a corner of the room, pressing his back against the wall.

“Stiles,” Scott chased after him, his eyes wide with worry. “Stiles, what’s wrong?”

Stiles drew in a measured breath, trying to stop himself from crying as he said, “I dropped my doughnut and I just called a random guy a doughnut murderer.”

Scott looked bewildered.

“I know, it’s not the most intelligent thing I’ve ever said. I’m just… having a bad day,” Stiles admitted “And now I feel like an asshat for shouting at some guy on the street because he bumped into me.”

“Is this about the wedding?” Scott asked.

“Kind of,” Stiles admitted. “I mean, I’m happy for her and I’m glad that she trusts us with the arrangements—and the pay’s good for the business—but it’s just one big screaming reminder that I’m alone.”

“Stiles,” Scott started slowly, his voice quiet and soft.

He was interrupted as the bell that sat on the front counter chimed.

“Hang on,” Scott said, hurrying back through the door into the store to serve the customer.

Stiles pulled his knees up to his chest, drawing in even breaths to calm himself down.

“Uh, Stiles?” Scott’s quiet voice called from the doorway. “The customer would like to talk to you.”

“Me?” Stiles asked, stunned. He pushed himself to his feet, using the sleeve of his flannel shirt to wipe away the tears that streaked his face. He stepped out to the front of the store and looked at the young man standing in front of the counter.

He was dressed in a grey Henley and a worn leather jacket. He was handsome, with thick black hair and a soft beard that cast a shadow across his jaw. His wide-set eyes were pale, the colour of his irises shifted in the light; from hazel to green, to a shade of light blue – clear, bright and focused. A kind smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he met Stiles’ gaze.

Stiles stepped over to the counter, his brow furrowed for a second before he realised the man was holding a box in his hands—white with the logo of the café down the road stamped on it.

“Hello,” Stiles started slowly. “Can I help you?”

“These are for you,” the young man said, holding the box out to Stiles. “I’m sorry I, uh—murdered your doughnut.”

Stiles couldn’t help himself, he burst into laughter.

It took him a moment to compose himself.

“I’m so sorry,” Stiles apologised, a smile lighting up his face. “I’ve been having a bad day and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“In all honesty, I’ve been having a bad day too,” the man admitted. “But when I say you come out of the café, I kind of got distracted by how pretty you were. That’s why I ran into you. I’m sorry.”

Stiles felt a soft blush colour his cheeks, a smile creeping onto his face.

The silence drew out a second longer than the man had hoped. He shifted nervously, setting the box down on the counter before clearing his throat. “Well, I, uh… I’d better get going.”

He began to back up towards the door, his head hung as he tried to hide the embarrassment on his face.

“I think you’re pretty too,” Stiles called after him.

The man stopped, turning back slightly.

Stiles reached into the bucket of flowers that sat by the counter, gathering a bunch of peonies and angel’s breath. He wrapped them and tied it off with a ribbon before carrying it over to the young man.

The man reached into his pocket.

“No charge,” Stiles said.

The man looked back at him, his cheeks coloured with a bashful blush as he took the bouquet with a quiet ‘thank you’.

Stiles held out his hand to the man.

“I’m Stiles,” he introduced himself.

The man returned the handshake, a smile playing across his lips. “Derek.”

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Imagine an AU where Stiles is a florist and Derek is a tattoo artist who runs the shop across the street from the florist. Derek has a huge crush on Stiles and admires him from afar. Laura keeps encouraging him to go over and talk to him, so he does, but he panics and ends up ordering enough flowers to fill half of his shop. He runs away, embarrassed.

The next day, Stiles shows up at the shop and asks whether Derek seriously wanted the flowers. Laura explains that her brother can get quite flustered and was probably overwhelmed he was talking to someone as sweet as Stiles. Stiles thanks her and Laura says they’ll take a couple of bouquets to brighten up the shop. Stiles thanks her again and brings around couple of colourful arrangements and bouquets of peonies.

When they begin to wilt, Laura sends Derek next door to order more. He’s very shy and Stiles feels sorry for him, so he asks Derek out.

Years later, when they’re married, Stiles notices a tattoo on the inside of Derek’s arm - usually covered by his sleeve. A tattoo of a peonie. Stiles asks why he got that tattoo (becasue he loves the stories behind all of Derek’s tattoos) and Derek says it was the first flower he ordered from Stiles’ shop; the first time he ever talked to Stiles.

[christinesficrecs]

Happy womens day Chris! Do you know some more fics or could you do a fic rec of all the pack together in the fic or some spring inspired fics of sterek? ☺️ Thank you! ❣️

Aww thank you! I hope you had a beautiful women’s day :) 

Oooh springtime! Have all the flower au’s where there is either flowers or derek shirtless digging in the dirt. Both is good :) 

violets are blue by  HalfFizzbin | 2.7K

“Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it’s the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist. and obviously Stiles works with Allison, whose besotted fiance is always sending her flowers.”

Welcome to the Neighbourhood by  allyasavedtheday | 14.4K

Stiles has a deal with his neighbours. He mows their lawns and gets the leaves out of their gutters and does all the manual work they can’t handle any more and in return all the old ladies fatten him up with cookies and cakes and homemade lemonade – or hot chocolate on a winter’s day.

As far as he’s concerned, it’s a pretty sweet deal he’s got going on. That is, at least, until some asshole starts taking all his business.

Diamonds Are Forever (but flowers are cheaper) by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana) | 9.4K

His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was older than 21, but younger than 25. His dad was the sheriff and he was a student at Beacon Hills Community College. He came into the shop every couple days; always after three, but never past five. He always said hello to Laura, always bought one bouquet, and always spent five minutes trying to make Derek smile with as many puns as he could come up with by the time Derek handed him his receipt.

Derek may or may not be in love with him.

Flowerwolf & Beacon Roots by  alisvolatpropiis | 5.2K

Derek tries not to show his surprise, curiously hopeful, but still suspicious of Laura’s involvement. “Oh. How do you know my coffee order then?”

He grins. “The cute baristo knows your order, dude. All I had to do was ask for Grumpy Flower Guy’s usual.”

Derek huffs. “I’m not grumpy.”

“He says grumpily,” Stiles smirks, winking.

No Such Things Grow Here by  demonicweirdo | 6.3K

The man locked eyes with Derek and grinned, and wow. Derek had to refrain from sprouting daisies all over the fucking counter. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice rough with youth and cockiness. He leaned against the door and gave Derek a once-over. “I heard this place has flowers.”

Flower Theories by  exclamation | 1.6K

When Stiles wakes up to an apartment full of flowers, he knows something weird is going on and weird in Beacon Hills usually results in mayhem and death. Derek is acting really strangely and, naturally, Stiles assumes the worst.

A Blossoming Romance by  Trelkez | 7.5K

Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever.

Garden Variety by  Lissadiane | 10.6K

In which Stiles Stilinski attempts to finish his first draft of his new novel while being utterly distracted by the shenanigans happening next door - which generally involve his hot new neighbour engaging in physical labour. Whether it’s a hoe, a trowel, a hammer or a nail gun, watching Derek get dirty and sweaty is a thousand times more interesting than meeting a deadline.

Stiles has a crush and a dog, Derek has baggage and a little girl, and together, they just might make it work.

petals in my pocket by  Lion_ness | 36K

Derek is the alpha of a pack of young wolves who are busy finding babysitters, planning holidays, holding jobs and clinging to normalcy. When Peter pitches the idea to plant flowers on the Hale property, Derek doesn’t quite take him seriously. That is until he walks into the little floral shop off 1st and Oakheart and meets the strange young man from out of town, Stiles Stilinski.

[allmyships]

AU In which Peter, Laura and Kate are all alive. Derek and Kate are getting married, Stiles works at the floral shop arranging the flowers for the wedding. Everything is not as it seems.