#stricklander x reader

You had been trying to tidy the house now that you have a day off but Strickler had other ideas. He followed you like a lost puppy emerald eyes sad as payed more attention to your work than him. You swept, you vaccumed, you mopped, you took out the trash, did the dishes and now you were polishing your shared desk.

Finally done Strickler grabbed the hand that wasn't wiping down the desk top. You hum curiously at the sudden grab before letting out a yelp as he pulls you back. A flash of light and green wings are wrapping around you as Strickler nuzzles the back of your neck letting out a deep rumbly purr. Huffing as you turn in his grip he smiles at you mischeviously.

"I love you my emerald but I have work to do." He grunts in response and pulls you close hiding in your neck as he continues his purring and preening. "Strickler honey our home needs to be cleaned." You whine but his wings simply wrap around you like a heavy blanket, keeping you warm and close as he cuddles you. His horns touch the underside of your chin as he continues to nuzzle you making small chirping noises as he takes in the smell of your clothes.

"I'll do it later..." He promises when you continue to squirm but your not sure if you trust his word as he snuggles into the blankets and pillows under him pulling you closer still.

"Honey..." He pulls away and smiles before silencing you with a kiss. Blushing and stuttering he smirks pleased with his distraction before he closes his eyes feeling you near him.

Sighing getting comfortable you snatch a blanket frol underneath him and smile as his chest becomes your personal pillow. "Good night my love." You murmer and he purrs.

StrickLander: The smell of old books and tea, black coffee no creame, blue black and red pens, glittering emeralds, pristine tea sets, piano keys playing in the distance, music sheets spread out on a table, ink stains on paperwork, a silver tongue, forehead and hand kisses, the sound of throwing a dagger, draping a jacket over you, old maps to a location unknown, books lost to time, bouquet in hand compliments in mouth, secrets whispered from the shadows, long walks underneath the starlight, V.I.P events, blood dripping off knifes, drinking wine at midnight, a tie like a noose, Greek mythology.

Nomura: The scent of old things, whistling at midnight, oil paint under the fingernails, colorful tapestries with dark histories, clay dust on shoes, warm tea at strange hours, music echoing off high ceilings, light spilling through stained glass, an attention to detail, stories to distract from sleep, opera, renaissance pottery, the stickiness of blood, secretive hand holding, a knife sticking into a wall, a love for the theater, stories hidden from history, silk kiminos, a tragic romance, gossip cuddled in blankets, secrets in hidden spaces, a quiet track of Little Gynt.

Strickler had left you in the car because he needed to discuss something with a business partner. When you learned that business partner was Nomura and that they were meeting after hours at the museum you were suspicious. Why would Walt need to meet his adopted sister this late at night and at the museum of all places for crying out loud?

Sighing trying to come up with reasons on why this was taking forever, you check your phone and see it's been half an hour. Tapping your fingernails against the cardoor you purse your lips. Stricklander and Nomura better have one hell of a reason for blowing you off like this. Nomura knew not to call in personal favors on date night and Strickler knew better than to do work when you two were alone together.

'This is what you call a "short" meeting?' You text hoping to tease him or make him see he'd been away forever. You knew him and Nomura took awhile sometimes but this was date night and this was getting ridiculous. You'd give him five minutes. Five minutes and then you were storming the castle.

He doesn't respond as another five minutes slip by and you huff. His message showed he'd read your text but hadn't responded.

You might get arrested tonight. That dick.

Strickler was one with many secrets and you wanted to repsect his privacy but this was just... taking a deep breath you hum. Calling him as you tap your foot in the car feeling angry the dial tone goes on forever before the voice mail turns on. Hanging up you sign, hands dragging down your face as you take another deep breath.

"... I'm gonna kill him."

Getting out of the car you stalk towards the museum opening the door and letting yourself in. They'd left it open so you walked in. If Nomura griped at you, you'd tell her to shut up.

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The Museum was quiet... walking through the empty halls your shoes click against the tile and the sound echoes all around you. Texting Strickler again he doesn't respond, doesn't even look at your text so you continue to wander, hoping to find him in this vast place.

Hearing voices you go towards them and seeing a giant curtain in front of you, you bat it away and cough loudly into your hand hoping to gain their attention.

"If your not going to respond I hope you know your sleeping on the couch tonight-" You stop mid sentence as you see a tall pink woman and a tall green man with horns. Dropping the curtain slowly green and golden eyes stare into your soul.

In a moment their back. You blink there's a light and Nomura and Strickler stand there. Nomura looks amused but Strickler... Strickler is all but panicked.

"(Y/N) I-" His eyes were glowing. Nomuras had been glowing. You'd seen them. You'd seen them as something other than themsleves. What was happening? What had you seen? Had you seen anything?

Blinking slowly looking down at the tile your head spins as you feel a headache coming. Maybe you drank too much. Maybe you needed sleep. Maybe they ticked you off so much your mind hallucinated them as demons.

"You brought them here? Why?" Nomura hisses and Strickler looks something between flustered and angry as he looks between you and Nomura. You take a deep breath as they begin bickering.

"(Y/N) whatever you just saw-" Strickler states firmly. You don't let him finish and turn around.

"I didn't see anything. I'll wait in the car." You state before stalking off.

"(Y/N)-" Strickler tries again but your already down the hall.

"I'LL BE IN THE CAR." You respond sharply before walking off to the car. StrickLander Walthomew sure had a lot to explain and he better explain it quickly because if Nomura didn't kill him for whatever that was, you would.

Strickler curses as he cuts his finger against wrapping paper.

"... Blasted wrapping..." He mumbles. He wanted this night to be romantic but he doubted you loved blood like GumGums. Sucking on his finger chuckling at his joke, he looks around his office for a bandaid as he gets the rest of your Valentine's Day gift ready. Just a basket with a wine, some of your favorite foods, some chocolate but he thought it was sweet. Adjusting the pink ribbons and red tissue paper he hums.

Smiling at the basket almost satisfied with it he hummed as he bandaged his finger. Getting it to perfection a loud knock made Strickler look up. Glancing at the clock, school was about to end so a last minute visit from anyone was odd.

"Come in." He calls arranging the basket a little more.

"Hey Strickler." You greet as you walk into his office. Ready to go.

"Ahhhhh (Y/N) I was supposed to pick you up!" Strickler states as he throws his coat over the gift so you can't see it. Smiling as you take a seat you hum. Spinning around in the spinny chair you look around his office.

"Work got over early and since schools about to end I thought we could head out now." You were always one for spontaneous adventures and stirring things up he supposed. Humming in agreement he puts his coat back on straightening it as he does the same for your gift.

"I'm thinking we could drive to my house. Enjoy a glass of wine maybe call a driver so we can have some drinks at dinner." You suggest. Strickler smiles stroking your cheek. Handing over the basket and a boquet of roses he smiles.

"That sounds divine my love." He states.

"You look divine my love." You respond giving him a kiss on the cheek as he escorts you out to his car.

He really did love you and someday he'd tell you, but for now he wanted to enjoy the little things. He wanted to enjoy being with you.

"Happy Valentines." He hums and you smile slipping into his car.