Nicky is a tattoo artist who owns his own shop. His team is untouchable -- Andy's line work is fucking stunning, even if she is Very Particular about what clients she accepts, and Booker may be the most sullen motherfucker on the planet, but his surrealist style brings in new customers every week. And Nicky? Nicky is known for floral, of all things. Work is steady, and they have a rotation of regulars who bring them enough business to stay afloat.

The shop next door has been empty for at least a year, when suddenly there's activity! A curly haired florist with soulful, dark eyes moves in, and he's determined to make friends. (As are the two women who work with him.) Nicky is shy, accustomed to his routine, but he finds himself drawn in by the florist's sweet grin and even sweeter words.

y'all idk i'm a sucker for a florist/tattoo artist au what can i say