rftwfics:

Oops, looks like I’m drowning in another rare pair, so expect ficlets. I’m p sure there’s like 5 other people in the omgcp fandom that ship Snowy/Tater, but we’ll all go down with this ship together, I guess.

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           Tater
had been pacing behind the couch for the past five minutes, arms gesticulating
wildly as he ranted. Only half of what he said was in English, changing over to
Russian when he wanted to be more detailed about the bodily harm he wished to
inflict upon the guy who had rushed Snowy. It was sweet, but Tater’s voice had
an especially resonant thunder to it when he was angry, and Snowy’s head
throbbed.

           “Tater,
can you sit the fuck down? You’re making my head ache worse.” Snowy pressed the
ice pack harder against his head, wanting to release some of the pressure he
felt building up behind his temples.

           Tater
froze in his pacing, looking for a moment as if he didn’t know what to do with
himself. Snowy patted the spot on the couch next to him, and Tater sat down
gingerly as to not jostle him. Snowy wasn’t even that hurt, just a bruised head
and split lip, but any injury at all always had Tater being extra careful with
him. His shoulders slumped and he stared down at his hands, looking more like a
chastised puppy than a 6’5” defense-man. Snowy leaned into his side, and Tater
gratefully wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

           “Hey,”
Snowy said softly, shoulders finally relaxing as Tater ran a soothing hand up
and down his arm, “thanks for sticking up for me today.”

           Tater’s
lips dropped into a pout again. “I not even get to punch rat in face. Thirdy pulled
me away.”

           Snowy
set down his ice pack so he could lean his head farther into Tater’s shoulder.
He placed his hand on Tater’s chest, and a chill ran through the Russian at the
cold of it. “I know, but it’s the thought that counts. Also, seeing you pull
Parson out from the bottom of a dog pile and shake him around was hot as fuck.”

           Tater
brightened, staring down at him with excited brown eyes. “It was?”

           Snowy
smiled up at him and nodded, though carefully, as to not disturb his head
wound.

           Tater
smiled as well, so bright, always so bright, and nodded to himself. “Next time,
I throw him clear across rink before he can reach you.”

           Snowy
laughed into Tater’s shoulder. Tater pressed a soft kiss onto the crown of his
head. “Sounds like a plan, big guy.”