Tanya Degurechaff x male reader lemon

To love the Devil of Rhine.

Tanya sits at a table slaving away at military related work, papers as tall as herself, not that she's a tall person or anything, but it's still quite a lot "What a drag" she thinks to herself "I just need to get this damn paperwork done..." she groans and sighs, a paper flies from her grasp as the breath of her sigh blows it away, a blood vessel popping in annoyance.

Captain (Y/N) enters the room and picks up the paper for her. "Here you go ma'am" He says softly as he hands it back to her. "Thank you," she murmurs distractedly before returning to the mountain of paperwork awaiting her attention. Her focus falters again, prompting another audible sigh and a renewed surge of frustration. The paper-clip holder, which sat on the edge of the table, rattled slightly from the force of her trembling hand. "These trivialities...," she mutters irritably under her breath. Just as quickly as it surfaced, however, her anger subsides, replaced by another emotion altogether - depression. 'Why am I constantly tormented by these conflicting feelings? Why can't I just enjoy life like everyone else?' Questions without answers torment her endlessly, driving another spike into her wounded soul.

(Y/N) takes a seat across from Tanya. "Is everything alright ma'am?" He asks, a look of concern on his face. Tanya stops typing and looks up, catching (Y/N) in her sharp blue eyes. She furrows her brow and tilts her head, assessing him for a moment before answering, her voice low and cold. "Everything is fine, Captain. Why do you ask?" (Y/N) puts down the piece of paper he'd been drawing on before meeting his commander's gaze. "Um... You just look sad... You almost never look this down is all." He stammers and squirms uncomfortably under her intense gaze. "Sad? Me?" Tanya questions with a raised eyebrow. Her lips curl into a cold smile, exposing her teeth in what could almost be mistaken for warmth. But those who knew her knew better. It was just another facet of her manipulative nature. "Why would I be sad, Captain?" She inquires, "Is there something troubling you though?" She tries to change the subject swiftly. "Perhaps there's something that you'd like to share?"

(Y/N) straightens up in his chair and fiddles with his fingers nervously. "I um... can't presume to know why you'd be sad, Major Degurechaff... But I just wanted to let you know that I'm here if you ever wish to talk." He says while pushing the subject back to her. Tanya leans back in her chair, studying (Y/N) intently. His genuine concern has piqued her curiosity, causing her to wonder about the true depth of (Y/N's) feelings towards her.

'Was it possible that this man harbored romantic feelings for someone like me? Amusing, really. Yet another example of human frailty.' She thinks to herself. "Thank you, Captain," she finally responds, her tone neutral once more. "But as I have said before, there is nothing to discuss. Now, if you have completed your assigned tasks, you may return to your duties." With that, she turns her attention back to the mountains of paperwork waiting for her approval, dismissing (Y/N) from her presence. Hanging his head sadly (Y/N) begins to leave the room.. "Understood ma'am" He says before leaving altogether. Leaving behind the piece of paper that he was drawing on. He drew a picture of a heart with his and Tanya's initials inside. Not knowing that this worthless sheet of paper would become the catalyst for a budding relationship.

Tanya is left alone once more, to contemplate the enigma that surrounds (Y/N). She couldn't deny the strange effect he had on her emotions, despite her best efforts. Was it simply because he wasn't like any other man she encountered? Or was there something deeper - an invisible bond between them somehow connected by fate? The thought alone sent shivers down her spine. No matter how much she tried to push away such frivolous ideas, they persisted - nagging at her fragile sanity like persistent mosquitoes. Determined to ignore these fleeting sensations, she focuses on finishing her work before retiring for the night.

The next day is upon us and (Y/N) is sitting alone in the mess hall. He's eating an apple while writing in his journal when suddenly, the mess hall door swings open, revealing a disheveled and angry looking Tanya. She storms over to (Y/N's) table, slamming her fists against the wooden surface hard enough to cause a few plates to clatter loudly. "What's this rubbish you've managed to concoct, Captain?" she demands, her face flushed with rage. She glances around defiantly, ensuring none of their comrades dare interrupt them. This confrontation would seem dramatic were it not for the air of menace that permeated every word and movement Tanya made. "Your report lacks substance, accuracy, and most importantly, actionable intelligence!" Each word dripped venom as she leaned closer to (Y/N), her eyes narrowing to threatening slits.