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Title: Gajos Garden – Stetopher Week 2026
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, No Hale Fire AU, Claudia Lives, tattoo parlor/flower shop, fluff, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Derek/Paige, Boyd/Erica, Noah/Claudia
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Paige Krasikeva, Claudia Stilinski, Noah Stilinski
Prompts: Flowers + Hale House
Summary: Derek is getting married to his high school sweetheart Paige and somehow, Peter ends up stuck on flower duty, because the flower shop is right opposite to the tattoo parlor that Peter’s husband Chris owns. Peter knows his husband has an infatuation with the flower shop owner’s son and he's about to learn why.
(illustration of Chris/Peter/Stiles in the Gajos Garden flower-shop, by inravenroux)
Gajos Garden
Stetopher Week 2026
“Uncle Peter, can you do me a favor?”
Peter paused and put his book down, making a bit of a face, before his nephew entered the living room. He’d known that the Hale House stood too quiet to be good. Derek stuck his head into the living room, looking very hopeful. This was going to be time consuming and something Peter won’t like, he could already tell. Which explained why the house was so quiet; everyone else was most likely trying to avoid whatever duty Derek was about to shirk onto Peter.
“Depends on the favor, dear nephew,” Peter drawled, one eyebrow cocked.
“Paige called and she said that the table decoration flower samples are ready for pick-up,” Derek pointed at the uniform he was wearing. “I’m about to head out for shift though.”
Oh, the brat was pulling the ‘I’m a firefighter protecting our town’ card out too. Peter leveled an unimpressed glare at Derek and then tried to listen for virtually any other member of the family.
“What about your grandmother? She gets her herbs and gardening things from that shop.”
“Grandma says she is ‘too elderly and frail’ to pick up the flowers,” Derek frowned deeply.
Peter snorted loudly. In all his life, he had never heard Dalia Hale refer to herself as elderly or frail. When Peter’s dad had first held baby Laura and suggested that both of them must be getting old now that they were grandparents, Dalia had banished her husband to the couch for three whole months for the mere suggestion. Logan, the proud Hale Alpha, had to grovel for months.
“Your sister,” Peter started, but was immediately cut off by Derek.
“There was a murder in Fox Creek. The sheriff took Laura and Jordan with him to check it out,” Derek made a face. “She won’t be back for a couple days.”
That put a frown on Peter’s face. Cora and Sloan were both at college. So were Peter’s daughters, Malia and Allison. Peter’s brother Aaron was at work, he had a shift at the hospital.
“What about your mother?” Peter asked, grasping for straws.
The look on Derek’s face was impressively unimpressed. “Mom and dad are visiting Alpha Blackwood in Silver Lake. You know this, uncle Peter.”
Right. He had known that. Damon had grumpily complained about it all week. Understandable, Talia and Deucalion were quite insufferable when the two were in the same room together. Peter was glad he hadn’t been expected to go along for this one.
“Your aunt Fiona,” Peter started, once again being cut off by Derek.
“Dress shopping with Paige and Paige’s mom,” Derek shook his head. “Please, uncle Peter. It’s not even a detour for you, the shop is right opposite uncle Chris’.”
Oh, Peter was well-aware of that. It was the reason he didn’t want to do this. His husband owned a tattoo parlor downtown and it was across the street from a flower shop. Ever since Chris had first gone over there to get some flowers as reference for a floral tattoo design, he had been smitten with the flower shop owner’s son. Peter had listened to it for months and made it a point not to go to that shop. As a werewolf, Peter was possessive but still trusted in the matebond he had with his husband. So he allowed Chris to enjoy the eye-candy, but Peter had no desire in meeting said eye-candy, on the risk of growling at the boy with the need to mark his territory.
“I really gotta get to work now,” Derek frowned, looking between the door and Peter. “Please?”
“You owe me big times, Derek,” Peter sighed heavily. “I’m only doing it because I like Paige.”
/break\
“Are you going over to see Stiles again, boss man?”
Chris paused with his hand on the door. And here he thought he could escape without the Betas noticing. They always made fun of him for his little obsession with Stiles. Though he supposed he could be glad they didn’t get aggressive about it; jealous on their Alpha’s behalf. They knew that despite not being a wolf, Chris was still loyal to Peter. He’d never cheat on his husband with Stiles, he just… enjoyed Stiles’ company and, yes, the view. The pretty boy was nice to look at.
“I have a fire lily tattoo commission,” Chris shot Erica a look.
Erica was sitting atop the counter, a broad grin on her lips, with her mate Boyd standing between her knees. There was a mighty white wolf on Boyd’s upper arm, the white color popping against his dark skin. The wolf represented Erica’s full-shift. Erica had a matching dark brown wolf on her chest, poking out of her cleavage. Both Betas turned to look at him.
“Uhu, sure,” Erica nodded amused. “Tell him I’m free at one thirty for lunch.”
The main reason the Betas didn’t take offense to Chris’ obsession with Stiles. They all liked him too. Though they showed it in different ways; Stiles and Isaac always snarked at each other. But Erica adored Stiles and Chris was pretty sure that she was scheming to make both Chris and Peter seduce Stiles. Chris had to admit that he liked the thought of that, he knew Peter and Stiles would look gorgeous together. However, Peter had made it very clear that he had no interest in seeing ‘Chris’ eye-candy’ (he even refused to use Stiles’ name), so Chris was under no illusions.
Leaving his own shop, he crossed the street. In elegant golden writing, GAJOS GARDEN was written on the window-front of the shop opposite his. Through the window, Chris could see the variety of beautiful flowers and plants inside. It had been a pretty sight to Chris for a long time, having been there even before Chris had opened up his tattoo parlor. He got all his flowers from there, for his mother-in-law, for his husband who loved red roses. Until about a year ago, when he had walked in and first met Stiles, back from college and working for his mother. Ever since, Chris kept coming back for more, because that boy was enchanting.
“Welcome to Gajos Garden, how may I—oh, hey, Chris, what’s up?”
Chris smiled warmly when he was greeted by the boy himself. For years now, Claudia had always talked about her ‘precious son’, little Mischief as she liked to call him. Somehow, Chris had always been stuck with the image of an eight year old kid. Not a twenty-three year old young man. So it had been startling when he first met the mole-speckled boy. The name Mieschief was still accurate though, Stiles was wicked and loved to prank their neighbors. Particularly the young vet down the street suffered for it – though Chris had long since learned that Scott and Stiles were childhood best friends, so all pranks were in good nature. Chris adored that boy. He knew he shouldn’t, he new nothing would ever come from it, but he couldn’t help being charmed by Stiles.
“I was hoping you had a tiger lily…?” Chris asked as he leaned against the counter.
Stiles turned around and walked away, getting on his toe-tips to reach up onto a shelf. Chris could go and help, but the view from here was just too good. Those skinny jeans did Stiles’ long legs and firm ass every favor. Smiling to himself, Chris watched, until Stiles returned to his side.
“You can get comfortable in your corner,” Stiles jerked his head.
“Thank you,” Chris accepted the plant.
“Taking a dozen red roses as payment for borrowing a flower again?” Stiles asked amused.
It became a bit of a thing. Chris would come to the store to sit and draw certain flowers for tattoo designs but he felt like he was just taking advantage of the flower shop, so he always bought a dozen red roses for Peter afterward. A win-win, the shop made money and Peter would be very agreeable whenever he got gifts. It had always been easy to charm Peter that way.
There was a small table in the corner with a stool next to it, where Stiles would sometimes sit to do college work. After having finished his Bachelor in Los Angeles, together with his best friend Scott, Stiles moved back to Beacon Hills. Their neighboring town of Silver Lake had a high-class Library Science Major program. Stiles studied in Silver Lake, living at the dorms during the week but staying in Beacon Hills with his parents during the weekend, working at the flower shop.
“How were classes this week?” Chris asked while getting his sketch book out.
“Eh,” Stiles leaned against the counter. “The closer exams come, the more exhausting it gets…”
While Chris drew, Stiles told him about the annoying professor, new friends he’d made and in very great detail about all the things he had learned this week. Stiles was a rambler but it was incredibly nice to listen to. Stiles’ enthusiasm always bled in and Chris could listen to him for hours.
/break\
Stiles knew having a crush on a married man was a bad, no-good idea. The heart and the brain rarely communicated though and the hot silver fox covered in tattoos was really getting to him. Those biceps, with Celtic knots on one arm and a beautiful wolf on the other, looked strong enough to sweep him off his feet. And when Chris would smirk, the way his steel-blue eyes sparkled… Urgh, Stiles was two seconds from swooning, really. It was bad, he was so badly gone on Chris.
He paused in the middle of the arrangement he was currently making to chance a glance at Chris. The tattoo artist had come in about half an hour ago and had been sitting at what Stiles had come to think of as Chris’ corner, studying the tiger lily intensely while sketching. He was so hansome when he was concentrating like that. Stiles could watch him all day long, honestly. The chiming of the bell interrupted Stiles’ admiring-Chris-time. Very rude.
“Welcome to Gajos Garden, what can I do for you?” Stiles said with a professional smile.
Hot damn. A drop-dead gorgeous man in a well-cut suit entered the shop. His ice-blue eyes seemed to dissect every plant, passing judgment. There was a well-trimmed goatee framing his cut jawline. His red dress-shirt was unbuttoned an indecent amount of buttons and Stiles felt his mouth watering at just how much he wanted to lick down that trail.
“My nephew’s table flower arrangements seem to be ready for pick-up,” the man paused. “Derek Hale, my nephew. I’m Peter, I seem to be on flower pick-up duty.”
“Oh. Derek’s mysterious lawyer uncle,” Stiles’ eyes widened, and then darted over to Chris.
That would make this gorgeous, fine man… Chris’ husband. Chris looked up, having recognized his husband’s voice. Weirdly enough, the tattoo artist looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly put his sketch book down and walked over.
“Peter,” Chris’ face did something complicated, between pleased and distressed.
“Hello, husband,” Peter cocked one perfect eyebrow. “You seem to have gotten lost, your shop is right across the street, dear.”
Chris cleared his throat and turned toward the tiger lily. “I’m studying…”
“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Peter’s eyes darted toward Stiles, slowly dragging over him.
“Uhm,” Stiles cleared his throat. “I’ll just… go and get the flowers, so you can do whatever it is you are doing right now, without me watching. Because this is weird.”
He walked out of the room to get Derek and Paige’s table-settings. Derek was a bit of a strange fella, but Stiles had grown really fond of him. Paige, he totally adored. She was awesome. With six small pots gathered in his arms did Stiles return to the main room. Just to trip.
“Easy there, sugar,” Chris was at his side right away and took three pots from him.
“You would think I know this store by now, having practically grown up here…” Stiles huffed embarrassed and put the other pots down at the counter. “There you go, Mister Hale.”
Stiles aimed a disarming at Peter, who just narrowed his eyes at Stiles. Damn it, why did Stiles feel like he was being overly scrutinized, without knowing why. This was a weird, awkward feeling.
“These are… gorgeous,” Peter frowned at the flowers.
“Thanks,” Stiles grinned broadly at the compliment. “Derek and Paige were kind of not on the same page when they were here last time, so I kinda… went off what they gave me. Get back to me with which option they like best? Or tell them to get back to me.”
“I’ll do,” Peter nodded as he gathered the pots, then shot his husband a look. “I’ll see you tonight at home, I believe. Unless you get lost again…”
“Yes, dear,” Chris actually looked flustered, before kissing Peter’s cheek.
Urgh, they looked so good together. There was such an appeal to the contrast between them. Chris in a tank top and ratty jeans, casual and showing off his tattoos, while Peter was so well-kept and put together, in his fine suit that looked more expensive than all of Stiles’ wardrobe together. Knowing what Chris’ husband looked like would definitely haunt Stiles. Like hot Chris on his own wasn’t following Stiles into all of his dreams already…
/break\
“Thanks for coming with me, uncle Peter.”
Paige was grinning from ear to ear and it was infectious. The girl has been part of the family since her and Derek were fifteen years old, but now it was finally going to be official. There was a swell of pride in Peter’s chest at the term of affection, the ready acceptance on Paige’s side.
“Of course, dear. You need a second opinion of someone with taste,” Peter paused. “The only taste my dear nephew has ever displayed was a good taste in women.”
That earned him a soft giggle from Paige and a gentle elbow to the ribs, which in return made Peter smile. He was looking forward to this wedding, he couldn’t deny that. Weddings were a lovely thing, especially when they went hand in hand with a matebond. He cherished the memories of his own wedding to Christopher and he wished the same for Derek and Paige.
“Welcome to Gajos Garden—Oh, hey. My favorite customer.”
Stiles offered a blinding smile to Paige and walked around the counter to hug her. It was irritating how pretty the boy was. He should not have expected anything less, his husband was a man of good taste. The big Bambi eyes, the full, pink lips, those long legs and long fingers. He was elegant, despite being a clumsy mess – Peter had already seen the boy stumble three times and he’d only met him twice. The customer in front of the counter cleared his throat.
“Bold statement to make while I’m here,” the man said.
Peter tilted his head and regarded him. The sheriff of Beacon County. Stiles humpfed.
“You are not my favorite customer,” Stiles shot the man a dirty look and Peter was baffled by the boy’s guts. “I’m real tired of getting you the Bacon Special.”
“...This is a flower shop,” Peter muttered without meaning to.
“I’m sure Dalia would marry whoever got her a bouquet of bacon right on the spot,” Paige mused.
That had Peter snort out a laugh. She wasn’t wrong. His mother’s weakness was good food.
“Now that’s a woman after my taste,” the sheriff chuckled.
“Oh, I’m telling your wife you said that,” Stiles said with a salty glare before looking at Peter and Paige. “The Bacon Special is the bouquet he gets whenever he went to have an illegal bacon burger, because he knows mom and I are going to find out. And mom’s weak to sweet romantic gestures, so if he schmoozes her, he won’t have to sleep on the couch and eat kale salad.”
It took Peter a moment and then his eyes widened. “Stiles, as in Stilinski?”
“Stiles, as in Stilinski,” Stiles nodded amused. “This one’s my father.”
“The best thing I ever made,” Noah drawled, patting Stiles on the back.
Stiles grinned impishly at his father and Peter couldn’t help but feel a sense of fondness. The interaction reminded him of himself and his mother. For a few minutes, Peter and Paige stood aside and watched father and son banter before the sheriff collected his flowers.
“Thanks, kiddo. I’ll see you tonight,” Noah then nodded at Paige and Peter in passing.
“You will only have salad tonight,” Stiles called after his father before turning toward Paige and Peter. “What can I do for you? I don’t remember an order for Hale…? Beside Damon’s ‘you will do amazing in your new term as mayor’ flowers for Talia.”
Peter’s eyes widened a little at that. “...You don’t happen to have another one of those…?”
Stiles snorted a little at that and shot him a look. “I’m sure I can make a brother-version of that. With less romantic flowers in it, yeah?”
“Naturally,” Peter nodded, slightly amused. “Just flowers that mean any of that.”
“There’s flowers for everything, you know?” Stiles grinned at Peter even as he walked through the shop to pick the right flowers. “I love giving subtle insult through flowers. Did you know, for example, that geranium represent stupidity? And columbine represent foolishness?”
Peter had to admit that the wicked grin suited Stiles quite well, causing a sharp smile to spread over Peter’s lips too. “I like that. You will have to tell me more about that, darling.”
“...Are you going to insult your associates and clients through flowers?” Paige asked exasperated.
The grin on Peter’s lips turned even sharper at that. “Since I’m not allowed to do it verbally…”
Stiles started laughing. “I’ll be more than happy to help with that.”
“After we are done with what we came here for,” Paige pleaded.
“Ri—ight, the epic Krasikeva-Hale Wedding,” Stiles bounced on the balls of his feet. “What can I do for our future bride on this beautiful Wednesday?”
Peter leaned against the counter and watched with a smile that grew more and more fond, without him meaning to, but there was so much passion in Stiles’ voice as he talked flower arrangements and discussed the wedding arch with Paige. Peter had always had a weakness for competent people, and passionate people. The pretty face only added to the appeal.
/break\
Over the following weeks, Chris noticed a certain irritation in his husband. Peter did wear his feelings on the sleeve. There were more growls and there was more annoyance. It wasn’t too hard to figure out that this mood was related to Stiles, considering it had been getting worse ever since Peter started having to deal with Stiles. Because doing the flower pick up once, Peter somehow got stuck on flower duty. This being a Hale wedding, it was going to be the social event of the year in the entire county. Flower settings for the tables, vases filled with beautiful arrangements, a flower arc for the soon to be married couple to stand underneath, the bridal bouquet of course.
“Hey, Chris, when you go see Stiles today, can you give him this? No context.”
Isaac grinned impishly and handed Chris a stuffed bat wearing pants. Blinking a few times, Chris looked from the bat, to the grinning Beta, to the growling Alpha in the corner. Peter was sitting with Erica and Boyd eating lunch. The mated pair paused at their Alpha’s growling.
“If you want me to stop going over to see Stiles, just tell me so,” Chris heaved a sigh.
“...I think that’s our sign that we’re eating lunch upstairs in the den,” Boyd pointed out.
Erica whined softly. “But it’s getting juicy now, babe!”
Boyd gave a little frustrated sigh as he grabbed his girlfriend around the waist to list her up and carry her upstairs. Isaac chuckled as he followed the other two Betas, leaving Chris and Peter alone.
“What are you talking about, Christopher?” Peter asked with furrowed brows.
“You, being all growly about Stiles and being in such a sour mood lately,” Chris pointed out. “I get it, being fine with me getting along with him worked as long as you didn’t know him, now you have a name and personality to go along with it and that bothers your wolf.”
Peter blinked a couple of times before he huffed. It was a frustrated sound. Chris walked over to sit with his husband, patiently waiting for Peter to give him a reply. They needed to talk about this.
“...Have I been growly about Stiles?” Peter asked softly, looking at Chris.
“...Yes?” Chris looked at his husband in surprise. “Because you’re jealous… right?”
“Yes,” Peter pursed his lips and shot Chris a look. “But not because I think you would ever betray my trust, Christopher. We have a sealed matebond.”
It took Chris a moment of puzzlement. “Then what are you jealous about?”
There was a genuine blush on Peter’s cheeks and Chris was stunned. “He’s pretty, but he’s also clever, snarky and wicked. He’s been helping me put together stunning flower arrangements that insult my enemies while still making it look like I am the bigger person, Christopher!”
Without meaning to, Chris burst into laughter at that. Oh. His husband was charmed by Stiles. A smirk spread over Chris’ lips as he reached out for Peter’s neck to pull his husband into a kiss.
“You like him,” Chris whispered against Peter’s lips as their kiss broke.
“Believe me, it was never my intention to like him,” Peter huffed annoyed. “...But yes, I do.”
/break\
“It’s Saturday, so will your boyfriend be by?”
Stiles did not cut his finger off at the casual comment from his mom and honestly someone should really pat him on the back for that. Putting the flower cutter down, he shot Claudia a glare.
“I am sadly and pathetically single, mother,” Stiles pointed out. “You know this.”
Claudia turned toward him with big, brown eyes. “You don’t have to lie, sweetie. I may not be the detective in this family, but I noticed. I was worried when I first noticed you flirting with Chris, but then lately Peter started coming around and I noticed the flirting between you two too. I get it, having two boyfriends who are like twice your age, I do understand why you haven’t told me and your father. I just wanted you to know that I’m not judging you and just want you happy.”
She smiled kindly at Stiles and brushed his hair down before pressing a kiss to his forehead. He blinked wet eyes at that, because it was such a sweet sentiment, even if it was woefully off-target. So his crush on Chris may have grown and extended onto the man’s husband, but that was his problem to deal with. Sighing frustrated, Stiles tilted his head forward against her. Claudia wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer in a warm mom-embrace.
“Oh, are we hugging? Did I miss a hug-moment?”
Stiles turned his head with a small smile when his dad entered the shop and immediately beelined to them to join the hug. He huffed softly when Noah turned to kiss Claudia briefly. Honestly, his current misery was totally their fault. Having to grow up with the devotion and love between his parents had set the expectations really, really high for Stiles. Of course did his high school and college partners not live up to that. He had really been set up for failure there and now he was pining for totally unobtainable men, who shared the same kind of love as his parents.
“...Everything alright here?” Noah asked when the hug broke, concerned eyes on Stiles.
Stiles cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, no. I’m fine. Everything’s fine, pops. I believe you guys have to get going, you had a reservation, right?”
He put on a grin as he herded his parents out of the shop. Both Claudia and Noah looked at him a last time as he waved them off, before they headed out. Stiles was allowed a total of seven minutes of peace before the shop’s door opened and he came face to face with the two men tormenting him.
“You never come in here together,” Stiles blurted out without meaning to.
“There’s something we wanted to talk to you about, sugar,” Chris smiled charmingly at him.
Stiles blinked wide-eyed when he suddenly found himself cornered by the husbands, one on either side of him. The wolf was getting very dangerously close to Stiles’ jugular and Stiles wasn’t entirely sure if the level of arousal he felt was appropriate, considering the Alpha might very well end up ripping it out for the audacity of flirting with Peter’s husband. And yes, Stiles had known about Peter’s werewolf nature for a while now; when a feral Alpha had torn through town while he was in high school and multiple of his classmates suddenly got really good at sports and gained sudden confidence, Stiles decided to investigate. His investigation had led him to the Hale Pack and the fact that the pack’s Left Hand had killed the feral Alpha and taken the freshly turned wolves under his wing. Talia Hale had explained that to him while very sternly telling him he couldn’t tell anyone. And now Stiles was friends with werewolves and apparently in love with an Alpha.
“Would you go out with us?” Peter asked, hot breath tickling Stiles’ neck.
Stiles couldn’t help but shudder, feeling a little dizzy from how close they both were. He could peek at the fleur de lys tattoo below Chris’ collarbone, having a bit of a view beneath the collar of Chris’ tank-top from how close they were. The desire to lick it was overwhelming, so Stiles bit his lip to keep from it. Which was when Peter’s words sank in and he turned to look at the lawyer instead.
“Go where?” Stiles asked confused.
“On a date,” Chris clarified with a huffed out laugh. “We want to take you out for dinner.”
“...Is there some other meaning to the word date that I’m unaware of?” Stiles wondered. “Because, like, you two are married and mated and I’m a disaster college student?”
Stiles shuddered again when soft lips and rough stubble brushed against his neck, short-circuiting his brain for a full minute. When it came back online, the two men seemed even closer to him, Chris’ hand on Stiles’ hip, Peter having one arm wrapped around Stiles’ waist, his palm pressing against Stiles’ lower back, very unsubtle in his scent-marking.
“You are a delight and fascinating,” Peter murmured. “I want to sink my fangs into you, but I think it would be more appropriate to take you out on a date first.”
The noise Stiles made was only mildly embarrassing and he got to bury his face in Chris’ chest. The tattoo artist chuckled fondly and pull him closer. Tilting his head up, Stiles looked at the handsome silver fox, his eyes drawn to Chris’ lips curved in a smile.
“You want to kiss him?” Peter asked, voice low and dark. “I’d love to see that, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” Stiles whispered breathlessly. “Dates and kissing. I like that. Yes, please.”
He leaned in and pressed a quick but soft kiss to Chris’ lips, feeling his cheeks heat up at his own boldness before he stood straight again. And there was Peter, looking at him with red, hungry eyes and all Stiles could do was also dart forward to kiss the Alpha. He went to take off his apron and fetch two single red camellia flowers, handing one to each of them.
“Well then, take me out, boys” Stiles grinned at them as he led the way to the door.
His mom was going to be totally insufferable about this, but he would get to torment Derek by going to the wedding as his uncles’ plus-one. Also, one handsome man hanging off of each his arms. His grin broadened while he locked the shop’s door for the night.
~*~ The End ~*~