Sterek One-Shots

The Flower Tattoo

Derek looks over at scowls at the shop next to his. The owner was outside arranging flowers in a bright and cheery manner. How can he be so bright at this hour in his pastel pink shirt and light blue skinny jeans?

Stiles looks at his beautiful flowers, feeling the soft petals between his fingers. He loves owning his flower shop because he enjoys making people's lives full of color. The smile it brings to his customers' faces always warms his heart.

The two owners look at each other, Stiles with a smile on his face and Derek with a glare. Derek walks into his shop and Stiles shakes his head. The two have only talked a few times but every time they do, Derek always huffs and walks away before Stiles is even finished.

It doesn't bother Stiles, really. Some people are just on the more negative side of the scale and that's completely understandable to him. He justs hopes the big guy at least cracks a smile every once in awhile.

Stiles walks into his shop and flips the closed sign to open.

Derek flicks the light on on his open sign. He sets his stuff up before looking at all the tattoo designs covering the walls. He's proud of what he has accomplished. He's helped people express themselves in ways that decorate their skin. Their story forever with them.

Later that day, Derek closes up shop for his lunch break. He decides to leave his black jacket hanging up as he fixes the beanie on his head. He walks outside to see Stiles also taking his lunch break, locking the door to his shop and trusting that no one will take the flowers he has sitting outside. Derek rolls his eyes, he's too trusting of the people in this city.

"Aren't you afraid someone is going to ruin those?" Derek questions when he watches Stiles slip his keys into his pocket. Stiles looks at him before looking at his flowers, shrugging.

"Not really." He looks back at Derek. "I have hope that no one would destroy flowers and if they do, they have something going wrong for them."

Derek raises an eyebrow. "Fair enough."

"I really like your tattoos. Especially that one of wolfsbane. It matches the aesthetic," Stiles comments, walking next to Derek down the street. There's a bunch of little restaurants down this strip of town so it makes it convenient for lunch.

Derek glances at the tattoo on his arm and instinctively rubs it. If only Stiles knew of the trait that ran in his family. It had taken a lot of pain for Derek to get all his tattoos but in the end, it had been worth it.

"You recognize wolfsbane?" Derek gives Stiles a questioning look. Stiles looks up at him and smiles.

"Of course. I've made it my job to recognize a lot of plants. Especially flowers though as you can tell." Stiles looks at Derek before looking across the street. "Although that flower means the hatred of humankind and human nature."

Stiles crosses the street, leaving Derek standing there looking after him. Does he follow or does he just drop it? This is the first real conversation they've had that didn't make Derek want to strangle Stiles.

Derek decides to follow Stiles right before he walks into a little shop. "Hey, wait up!"

Stiles turns back and grins at him as Derek catches up. "Joining me for lunch?"

Derek shrugs. "I don't have anywhere else to be. Besides, you can tell me more about how flowers have meanings."

The next day, Stiles shakes his head when he sees Derek dressed in all black and his hair a mess. His beanie and dark jeans are gone. Derek looks up and just nods at Stiles. Stiles is still dressed in his cheery colors. Today he's wearing a white shirt with pastel yellow pants, along with a pair of white converse.