When deputy Stiles investigates a series of burglaries, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to a flower shop run by the man of his dreams. Suddenly Stiles isn’t sure whether he’s chasing after a pair of criminals...or something much more important.
Greenhouses and County Fairs by kinky_kneazle | 16.9K
Derek's nickname in college was Miss - short for Misanthrope - so his dislike of other people is well-established. Despite this, his mother forces him to join the organizing committee of the County Fair where he has to deal with flowers in recycled containers, accusations of cheating and Stiles. But maybe dealing with Stiles isn't so bad.
if it’s meant to be, it’ll be by allhalethekings | 1.3K
The last thing Derek wanted in life was a soulmate -- especially one who thinks, What the fuck is that. That’s it. No question mark, no exclamation mark, nothing. Ever since the words -- the soulmark -- appeared on his inner wrist in tiny Times New Roman font, Derek was lost.
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Hiii is there any update on Derek as gardener? ❤️❤️
Not really an update, but here are a few more.
Start Small, Like Oak Trees by SmallBirds | 24.2K
The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts. Eventually, he thinks, he'll just fade away. He isn't sure anyone would notice. Then, during a spur of the moment grocery run, he stumbles upon Derek Hale attempting to console a lost child, and for the first time in recent memory the world doesn't seem so awful.He's not sure what he'd been expecting when he eventually convinces Derek to move into the Stilinski's spare bedroom, but a newfound passion for weeding and topsoil certainly isn't it.
remember my love by bleepobleep | 23.3K
Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he's no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he's been in love with for far too long.
“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.Derek blinks.
Putting the F-U-N in Funeral by apocryphal | 10.8K
In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.
Better Fortunes by SmallBirds | 39.6K
When a group of sinister men attempt to kidnap Stiles Stilinski from the Brooklyn apartment he shares with his stepsister, Lydia, Stiles is forced to activate a spell that translocates him to where he'll be safest.Derek Hale isn't sure what to do about the soaking wet young man he finds wandering down a Beacon County roadside during the middle of a thunderstorm, but he feels compelled to help him. There's something about Stiles that Derek finds fascinating, and before long the two become embroiled in each other's lives.Despite the threat to his life and the sudden upheaval of everything he's ever known, Stiles is having a hard time feeling too upset about that.
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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.
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Diamonds Are Forever (but flowers are cheaper) by tylerfucklin (zimothy)
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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.
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.
The sound of his own laughter surprises Derek, so yeah, okay, maybe Stiles has a point.
“Laura said that you weren’t really into dating,” Stiles goes on, “but that uh, you uh, well you know.” Stiles’ cheeks flush a very pretty ruddy pink under the scatter of beauty marks that Derek aches to taste. Stiles turns away, towards the cooler of roses, muttering to himself under his breath, which of course Derek can hear perfectly well. “Great freakin’ advice, Lydia, ‘just bring up sex and tell him you’re cool with having a one night stand,’ okay, sure, that worked fucking beautifully.”
“Okay.” The word is out of his mouth before Derek can even think about the consequences of saying it, something unusual for him. He wants Stiles however he can get him, it seems.
“Okay?” Stiles eyes are wide when he spins back to look at him.
And I'm Gonna write more I promise... I'm just overly excited this afternoon...
Lydia slouched in a red leather chair, sketch pad balanced on one knee and pencil clenched between her teeth. It was early afternoon, and the parlor was empty, with the exception of a college aged girl getting her nose pierced by Allison. Allison, who could pierce every part of your body but only had single holes in her ears herself. Lydia smirked at the thought, trying to pull her attention back to the design she was supposed to be drawing. Stiles wanted her to draw something that represented the four of them (himself, Lydia, Allison and Scott) and their ever-strengthening friendship. The four had gotten really close in high school, and now Lydia owned the Trust The InstINK Tattoo & Piercing Parlor, where both Allison and Stiles were employed. It had started out as a side gig, she’d learned to ink in college while she was getting her degree in Mathematics. Somewhere along the line she decided to get her MBA and open a business instead of continuing on with her doctorate. This lifestyle was much more rewarding than being stuck in an office all day surrounded by formulas. And, she got to hang out with two out of three of her besties on a regular basis… and on the good days all three of them would get paid.
Scott, never one to give up on his dreams, was currently doing a stint as a Vet Tech while continuing his studies in Veterinary Science. It took literally ages to become a vet, and Lydia absolutely did not envy him. They’d graduated high school six years ago, and the poor guy had like a decade more left. Speak of the devil… She narrowed her eyes, watching as Scott stopped to talk to a petite girl with long dark hair and the cutest little smile Lydia’d ever seen. If only Stiles were here so they could place bets on how long it would take Scott to fall head over heels for this one. She decided that they looked good together, standing there in front of the myriad of roses and carnations displayed in front of the florist shop across the street, The Moon Flower. She had met the sisters that owned it a couple of times, Laura and Cora Hale. They seemed nice enough, a little standoffish and kept to themselves, but Lydia didn’t mind. In fact, she preferred it over the easy banter and endless pranks going on between Stiles and the Moon Flower’s three employees, Erica, Boyd and Isaac. Not to mention whatever on again, off again crap was happening with Stiles and Malia, the Hale sister’s cousin. It was both distracting and annoying, but Lydia let it slide due to the amount of business the four distractions brought their way.
Today however…
Lydia watched with horror as Stiles came racing down the nearly empty sidewalk, football tucked under one arm as he ducked and dived around pedestrians. That alone was enough to be alarming, but Boyd (quiet, stoic, smart Boyd, who also happened to be both large and athletic) and Isaac (smart assy, judgey... also tall and athletic) were right on Stiles’ (tall, gangly and kind of athletic until he panicked) tail… heading straight for Scott. And the cute girl. And the display of roses and carnations. She cringed as all five of them tumbled into the flowers, water splashing everywhere and petals floating gently through the air. The horror only continued as the door of the Moon Flower flew open, revealing a tall, dark, drop dead handsome, enraged man whom Lydia had never seen before. His hands clenched in fists as he stormed towards the pile of idiots and flowers, picking Boyd and Isaac up by their arms and forcing them towards the store with a scowl. Then he grabbed for Stiles and Scott, his angry eyebrows almost touching as he dragged them towards Trust The InstINK. Oh shit.
Lydia scrambled out of the chair, almost twisting her ankle in her haste to get behind the counter before Angry Eyebrows could drag Dumb and Dumber inside. It wasn’t that she was afraid, or liked to back down from a fight… She just didn’t want to be caught idly watching (and finding some entertainment) in the scene outside. Her butt had just touched the stool behind the front desk when the door flew open, the bell above it jingling obnoxiously. Lydia pressed her lips together tightly, trying not to laugh at Stiles and Scott’s soaked clothes and frightened faces.
“Welcome to Trust The InstINK, can I help you?” she asked in a sugary sweet voice, even going as far as to bat her eyelashes at Angry Eyebrows.
“I believe these two belong to you,” he growled, shoving the guys at her. Lydia bit her lips, holding in the urge to say My, what big teeth you have like an ass hole.
“What is your problem Hale?” Stiles hissed, straightening out the sleeve of his t-shirt while glaring at Angry Eyebrows. Wait. Hale?
“Like Laura and Cora Hale?” Lydia found herself asking, raising a don’t-mess-with-me-eyebrow at Angry Eyebrows when he looked at her like she was stupid. Which she absolutely was not. They had a little stare down for a minute, during which Scott sulked off to find Allison and Stiles stood proudly beside Lydia with his hands on his hips. Eventually, Angry Eyebrows gave in, grunting in what Lydia assumed was ascent before turning and walking out of the shop without a word. No sooner had the door banged shut behind him, and Stiles was already leaning on the counter with an easy grin.
“Dude is hot like burning,” he said with a whistle, brown eyes sparkling almost as much as the diamond and gold barbell in eyebrow. “A little bit scary, but damn.” Lydia just gave him her, I’m-Not-Impressed look, because in reality, she wasn’t. It wasn’t like she ever had trouble getting attractive men. They flocked to her. And the angriness around this one was just off putting. “Cora told me last week that she and Laura opened another shop in the next town over, so Derek has taken over managing the Moon Flower.” Stiles answered the question she hadn't asked.
“Who’s Derek?”
“That. Was Derek.”
“Ah, Angry Eyebrows is so much better.” She smirked at Stiles and pulled her sketch pad closer, letting her pencil move without really thinking about it.
