Chapter Text
“My tongue is sore.” The comment came from nowhere. Visha had just sat down at her desk after serving her superior, Tanya von Degerchaff, her requested coffee.
She looked up slowly, seeing an opportunity to tease her superior. “Would you like me to kiss it better?” She asked sweetly, innocence thick in her tone.
“Please.” Came the calm response as Tanya poked her tongue out at her.
Visha went red, she’d thought she’d had the drop on the younger woman yet Tanya had responded so naturally she had to wonder if she’d been set up in the first place.
“Well, Lieutenant?” She looked at the smirk on Tanya’s face and nodded to herself. Indeed, she had been set up and had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker.
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“Well, you know what they say about cold homes.” Tanya lifted her arms in a bored shrug, not looking at her subordinates.
“They’re dead in winter?” Weiss’ response made Tanya blink dumbly at him.
“Just because you’re single-“ Grantz started before he was elbowed by Koenig.
“… Noooo… I was going to say that it means you have to share body warmth to stay warm.” She looked between her subordinates with a bit of concern.
Visha, returning from a scouting flight, landed softly near them. “Oh? And who does the major share body heat with?” She asked as she walked over, her head tilting slightly.
“Since when do I own a house?” She responded smoothly but the males of their group began laughing.
“We all know the major and Visha are-“ Koenig didn’t get a chance to finish as he felt the cold brush of Death’s fingers down his spine. Having the Major glare at him was normal, having Viktoriya glare at him was like poking a hibernating bear. “… The best of master and subordinate.”
Tanya’s brows shot up as she bit back an amused smirk. Her eyes slid over to her subordinate, an evil, teasing twinkle in her eye that Visha was doing her best to ignore.
Weiss shook his head as he noticed the twinkle. “I’m afraid-“ he barely got the two words out before Visha’s death glare was turned on him and he felt fear trickle down his spine. The rest of the 203rd snickered as they watched the display.
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Bday
Tanya- July 18 1914
Visha- Sep 15 1910
Erya- Nov 9 1908
1923 (cannon war start)
Tanya is 9
Visha is 13
Erya is 15
1927 Tanya- 13
Visha- 17
Erya- 19
Visha was having a terrible time. Commonly she enjoyed the rare times she got to see Erya but this was not one of those times.
Her temples throbbed as Erya smirked at the unfortunate woman. She daren’t look at either of the women before her. Their expressions were mirror images of evil grins.
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Visha’s temples throb harder as Tanya speaks, “but she’s already told me I can open her as much as I want.”
Visha squawked in protest and Erya snorted as she leaned back on Visha’s desk, arms crossed over her chest. “Really? Well she told me I’m allowed to poke and prod her as much as I want.”
Visha squawked even louder as she turned to hit the smug woman. “I never said any of that!”
“Oh? Well I’m sure you’d be happy between us.” Visha froze as her cheeks began to heat.
“It does seem that she’s considering it.” Erya smirked conspiratorially at Tanya and got a matching look.
“I AM NOT!” Visha slammed her hands down on the table, her cheeks flushed.
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” Tanya nearly sing songed the words and Visha sank back down, her head in her hands and wondering how on Earth she ended up in this situation.
Tanya was smirking at her, that was never a good sign. Visha felt her eyes narrow as she looked at her superior. “Whatever is the matter, Lieutenant? You’re looking at me with suspicious eyes.”
“This is not what I meant when I said I was in the middle.” She nearly pouts but knew it would give the pair too much evil glee. “All I was saying-“ She sighed as she just gave up and tossed her hands up.
Erya’s arms wrapped around her. “Aw, come on Visha, we’re only teasing.” She smiled as she affectionately stroked Viktoriya’s head.
“You two are mean.” She pouts and Tanya chuckles softly.
“Can’t help it, your reactions and pouts are adorable.” She reached up, lightly poking the teen’s cheek.
“Mean.” She shook her head as she remained between the pair, unable to flee like she wished.
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Tanya hummed softly as she sat at her desk, casually doing paperwork while her adjutant walked around the office, filing papers and bringing coffee every so often.
She was just setting the cup and saucer down when Tanya leaned back thoughtfully in her chair, a soft growl issuing from her throat that brought a startling amount of heat to Visha’s cheeks.
“Something on your mind, Colonel?” She asked, her head tilting to one side as she looked at her commanding officer.
Tanya pursed her lips as she looked up at the young woman standing over her. “I think I might take up death metal growling.”
Visha blinked as she considered the younger woman’s words. “What makes you consider that?” She asks and Tanya’s lips quirk dangerously.
“Hmm? I wish to growl in your ear.”
Before she could think better of it, Visha shot back, “I will moan in yours.”
Tanya’s brow went up as Visha’s brain caught up with her mouth. “What am I saying!” She nearly yelled as she put her head in her hands, horrified with herself. That horror died as she heard the genuine laugh of one Lieutenant Colonel Tanya von Deguechaff.
While she enjoyed the sound, she was still horrified at herself and decided to make as quick an exit as possible. Grabbing paperwork off Tanya’s desk she turned and nearly ran out of the room, leaving the tiny terror alone.
“I would like that. Lieutenant Serebreykova.”
Tanya spoke to the empty room with a small smirk.
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“Look what I got?” Tanya and Erya look up as one, Tanya’s brow rising as she looks over the frozen statue of her adjutant.
“Hotter?” She asks simply while Erya snorts loudly, burying her face in the stack of papers she’d been reading.
“She’s right, you know.” She peaked from behind the papers, hiding a snicker.
“Eh? No! My outfit!” Visha’s face was turning bright red as Erya lowered the papers she’d been hiding behind. Tanya hums as she looks over the flowing dress, making Visha regret her life choices in showing the two women.
A low growl rumbles from her and, Visha didn’t think it possible, but she goes even redder.
“Keep that up and you’ll have her screaming.” Erya speaks up, grinning to herself as she leans on Tanya’s desk.
“Can you imagine her screams if we were to actually get our hands on her?” Tanya chuckled as Erya hummed agreement. Visha was looking between the two, shrinking in on herself as her imagination ran wild with their casual and teasing suggestions.
She was aware of what they were doing, they were aware of it too and knew exactly which buttons to push to torment the unfortunate girl.
A hand touches her shoulder, making her jump in alarm. Bright aqua eyes looked up at her.
“You look good, Visha.”
Erya could swear she heard a pop as the unfortunate young woman’s brain fried in her head. She turned away, shoulders shaking. Not only was it funny to tease her friend, the blush it brought to her cheeks added to her beauty.
She watched as Visha stumbled over a reply, yep, completely brain fried, and left the room like she’d been shot.
Her eye’s met the tiny terror before her, silence stretching between her before Tanya snorts loudly. It breaks the silence and both of them begin cracking up freely.
“She’s so beautiful.” Erya cackles as Tanya nearly howls with laughter, both of them relaxing from the tense conversation they’d been having.