can I make a request where reader is on the express and they and silver wolf have some... Fun and after they're done March comes barging in only to see silver wolf and reader in bed and now they have to explain to hemiko and welt what they where doing (like two teens getting scolded by their parents)
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Summary: You and Silver Wolf were just enjoying some intense co-op gaming (read: very compromising activities) aboard the Astral Express when March 7th accidentally walks in on you both. Cue absolute chaos as she panics, Welt sighs in eternal disappointment, and Himeko enjoys every second of your suffering. Silver Wolf? She’s just having the time of her life.
Tags: Silver Wolf x Reader, Crackfic, Spicy/Suggestive Themes, Caught in the Act, March 7th Screaming, Welt’s Disappointed Dad Energy, Himeko is Too Amused, Silver Wolf is a Menace, Shameless Teasing, Embarrassing Aftermath.
Warnings: Heavy suggestive themes (smut implied but not explicit), Strong language & innuendos, Mild secondhand embarrassment (okay, a lot of it), Silver Wolf being insufferably smug, March 7th possibly needing therapy after this.
The air inside your Express cabin was still warm, heavy with the aftermath of your and Silver Wolf’s… activities. The hacker herself lay sprawled across your bed, her hoodie tossed onto the floor, her usually cool and smug demeanor now slightly softened by the afterglow. A lazy smirk tugged at her lips as she idly twirled a strand of her silvery hair.
“You know,” she murmured, voice still husky, “that was way more fun than hacking the IPC’s security system.”
You huffed a laugh, rolling over onto your back beside her. “High praise, coming from you.”
She grinned, reaching for her game console on the nightstand, but before she could power it on—
BAM!
The door slammed open.
“HEY, [Name]—!!!”
March’s voice died in her throat as her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. She took exactly 0.2 seconds to take in the scene—Silver Wolf’s very distinct lack of clothing, the way you both scrambled to cover yourselves, and the undeniable scent of compromising activities still hanging in the air.
Her face turned so red it could probably fuel the Express’s next warp jump.
“OH. MY. AEON.” March clapped her hands over her mouth in pure horror. “WHAT THE—WHAT DID I JUST—OH MY GOD.”
Silver Wolf, ever the menace, simply grinned, completely unbothered. “Yo, March. Wanna knock next time?”
March made a strangled noise somewhere between a scream and a dying cat.
“You—you—you two—?!”
You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow. “March, please, for the love of everything, shut the door—”
Too late.
Because, naturally, when someone screams on the Express, it attracts attention.
And who else would come investigating but Himeko and Welt.
“Oh no,” you whispered, absolute dread sinking in.
“Oh yes,” Silver Wolf whispered back, absolutely delighted.
Welt, ever the composed one, merely adjusted his glasses with an unreadable expression, though his gaze lingered on the mess in the room for a moment too long. Himeko, on the other hand, had a smirk way too knowing for your comfort. She crossed her arms, raising an amused eyebrow.
“Well, well,” Himeko mused. “Looks like someone was having a bit too much fun in their free time.”
Silver Wolf cackled. “You have no idea.”
March shrieked. “DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!!”
You wanted to die.
Welt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am not being paid enough for this.”
“You’re not being paid at all,” Silver Wolf quipped.
Himeko giggled. “Alright, lovebirds, care to explain why March had to walk in on… this?”
You and Silver Wolf exchanged glances. You opened your mouth to try and salvage the situation—
“We were testing a new co-op game,” Silver Wolf deadpanned.
March choked. “YOU WERE WHAT?!”
Welt sighed even harder.
Himeko just laughed. “Oh? And what exactly was this game called?”
Silver Wolf didn’t miss a beat. “Horizontal Tango 3: Express Edition.”
You lost it.
March fainted.
Welt walked out.
Himeko simply patted your head with an evil smirk. “You two better keep the noise down next time.”
And just like that, she waltzed out, leaving you in absolute shame while Silver Wolf just grinned, entirely unrepentant.
“…You are the worst,” you groaned.
She only laughed, pulling you back into bed. “And yet, you love me anyway.”
Nothing like the Decemberists for a truly ghoulish mood.
And I do mean ghoulish. Apart from my Mystrade sizzlefics, "Canter" and "I'll Be Mother", I've just received inspiration for something post-Reichenbach, something hellish... something very literally haunting. Best/worst part? Sherlock isn't a part of it.
Anybody want to guess what's going on? Hmm?
