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Happy Birthday Lance!

I kept seeing this prompt circle round again and had to do something with it and I did it in time for his birthday so win win!
This is my first fanfic, if you guys review and say you like it I'll keep adding to it (I have many ideas for this AU) If it's a total flop then oh well it works as a oneshot lol

Enjoy!

Tuesdays were a relatively boring day (though to be fair Wednesdays weren't always that exciting either) the latter half of the week always consisted of customers rushing in to get arrangements for whatever was occurring that weekend, obviously the weekends were busy and Mondays were full of those poor bastards who forgot whatever it was they missed. So here it was, 2pm on a Tuesday and barely a handful of people had walked in.

Lance sighed; he put the flower crown of Gypsophilia he was working on down on the table and stretched, groaning at the satisfying popping that occurred in his stiff joints. He was bored out of his mind; maybe he should consider closing the shop one day a week? (You know aside from Sundays) He sighed again before leaning his head on his arms, slouching over the table. Lance swizzled his torso left and right on his wheeled chair, staring intently at the glass door of his flower shop willing for someone, anyone, to walk in.

He had been staring at the door for so long that his vision had begun to blur and yet not once had any of the passersby given his shop a second glance. He groaned before closing his eyes in an attempt to ease the stinging that had began to attack him; it had looked really nice outside, maybe if he had an extra day off he could walk around, enjoy the warm sun, maybe even walk through some of the nearby parks instead of spending his day catching up on all the house work and laundry that piled up every week. Lance began to drift off dreaming of summer days and no responsibilities.

Suddenly the bell above the shop door rang loudly and the door banged violently against the stopper as it was forcefully swung open. Lance's eyes snapped open in surprise and he nearly fell out of his chair as the brooding figure made their way towards him before slamming a twenty down onto the table.

"How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?" The stranger growled.

Lance just stared at him, stunned. The sudden change in atmosphere had frazzled him so much it was all he could do. The man in front of him wasn't overly tall but he was well built, clearly some sort of athlete or maybe just a regular gym goer. His hair was jet black and chin length, flicking out at the ends, it had an almost mullet like look to it. His brow was furrowed in anger but his eyes were a little softer, almost uncertain, and they were purple? No, that can't be right; it must have been the light. He was wearing a red and white leather jacket (that only went down to his waist, like what?) over a black shirt, his arms were crossed and he looked tense. Lance shook his head slightly and smirked, finally snapping out of it.

"Well," he said, standing up. "That depends on how dramatic you're feeling"

The man pursed his lips considering it, "Fuck it, go all out."

Lance smiled excitedly, holding up a finger to indicate that the man should wait a minute, before heading to the back of the store. Lance loved a challenge and while no flower outright says 'fuck you' he knew what he could use. He walked over to the pile of wilting flowers he was going to throw into the compost at the end of the day and began to rifle through; Tuesdays were a day of restocking and tidying up the displays (which he easily completed within the first hour of opening up) so he had a lovely 'fresh' stock of dying flowers to look through. Finding what he was looking for, he walked back into the main shop floor with an arm full of flowers.

He placed everything down onto the worked top before looking around for his angry costumer; he saw him regarding the white lilies with a soft expression on his face and promptly decided not to interrupt him. Lance smiled down at his floral collection and rubbed his hands together before getting to work.

Most people don't care about flower meanings anymore, they want certain flowers because they look pretty or they smell nice so Lance had a pretty huge variety of flowers at his disposal. Of course for his 'fuck you' bouquet he wasn't going for pretty or nice smelling so he chose all the ones with the shittiest meanings.

He began by arranging the white candytufts with the yellow carnations to create the main body of the bouquet; carefully picking out the ugliest of the bunch to use. He took the prettier ones and cut the heads off completely before snipping along the stem and pulling the cuts down to create a pinecone effect. He could feel eyes on him while he worked and soon a shadow had fallen across his work station, Lance looked up and grinned broadly at the man in front of him, earning a stutter and slight blush from him.

Lance picked up the main body again before arranging the pinecone stems into it and surrounding it with tansies. He admired his handy work before wrapping it in brown paper and tying it with string. He had created a master piece of rejection and indifference and framed it all with hostility; the wilting flowers were beautifully discoloured and pathetic, it looked haunting, the type of arrangement Miss Havisham would have in her banquet hall. He laid his creation down, cut a piece of plastic sheeting and scattered a handful of petals from a purple hyacinth before 'fish-bowling' it around the stems, tying it with a black ribbon and pouring water into the arrangement. (Purple hyacinth stands for forgiveness and regret, things he was sure the man in front of him didn't feel towards the intended recipient so it seemed fitting to drown them)

"There you go, the best fuck you bouquet I could muster" Lance smiled as he slipped a business card into the ribbon and handed the arrangement over to the man.

"It's beautiful...in a weird way...Thanks" The man looked at his purchase with a stunned expression; Lance couldn't help but laugh at the poor soul before he began to tidy up his station. He turned and saw the man had picked up the original twenty and was now thumbing through his wallet for more money.

"Oh, forget about paying" Lance said waving his hand, "It's on the house"

"What? Really?" The man paused, looking shocked.

"Yes really!" Lance grinned broadly, earning another blush "Consider it as a thank you for making the day 100% more entertaining"

"Thank you so much" The man said picking up the bouquet and turning to walk towards the door. Just as he opened it Lance spoke.

"Hey, make sure you come back to me if you need anyone else to know they need to get fucked" Lance teased, putting his hands in the pockets of his green apron.

The man grinned, "Oh I will" and with that he left.

Lance was left staring after him, a fond smile on his lips. He chuckled at whoever was about to receive that wonderful gift and wondered if he would ever get to see that stranger again.

Shit! He should have asked him for his name!