#(everytime i tag the ship it makes me giggle a little hehehe)

[padfootastic]

hi :) could you do “don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with wolfstar or marylily (you choose)? also i really like your writing <3

anon, be honest. was this a sneaky way to get me to choose wolfstar bc u know i’m absolutely clueless re marylily? *squints suspiciously*

because if it is, ur plan worked. here’s some cute r/s frolicking in the snow. hope u like it!! (also,,,,thank u sm 💜💜)

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Sirius knows exactly what’s about to happen the moment Remus starts apologising. Before he even has time to duck, something wet, slimy and freezing hits him dead centre in the back, making him yelp and jump a foot straight in the air. Remus can never keep his intentions to himself, needs to not just announce but act as if he’s beleaguered by the whole thing, like it wasn’t his idea in the first thing. Sirius think it’s this fake contrition of this that let him get away with so much back in Hogwarts—people took one look at the large eyes and the downturned lips and decided he’d never so much as made a misstep in his life. Extremely advantage for him, but not so much for those around him who ended up taking the brunt of his actions.

Before Sirius can even recover from the previous attack, he’s subject to another one—this one in the back of his head, sending a violent shiver down his back. An unrepentant apology soon follows.

“No, don’t apologise, don’t you dare—“

With a shit eating grin on his face that tells Sirius exactly what’s going to happen, Remus goes, extremely unapologetically, “Sorry.”

“Remus,” He groans loudly making his boyfriend giggle, looking more like a teenager than a grown man in the moment.

“So-Sorry, Sirius,” he dances out of the tickling hex aimed his way before continuing, “you know I can’t help it.”

“I’ll show you can’t help it,” Sirius mutters under his breath, bending down to pack a truly stupendous amount of snow into a firm ball. He takes careful aim, accounting for the leftward dive Remus would make (he always did that, it was a weakness and one he could never rid himself of) and throws with all his strength.

Sure enough, his aim rings true and Remus’ snickers are promptly muffled on account of his mouth being pummelled by a snowball.

It’s Sirius’ turn to laugh now, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to send a few more, smaller but no less devastating, shots.

“Kick a man when he’s down, why won’t you, Padfoot?”

“Learnt from the best, Moony,” he returns, deciding it is high time he stops playing fair. Instead, he sneakily draws his wand, keeping it hidden behind his bank, eyeing the surrounding area in search of the best spot.

When he finds it, he allows himself a smirk. He can picture perfectly how it’ll go down. Of course, he needs to distract Remus and what better way than to offer himself as bait? So he steps away from his little protective covering, acting as if it’s a stumble rather than a deliberate choice. He keeps his face down, knowing Remus would pick up on his plan in a second if he gets a single look at him.

A firm splat on the side of his face has the exact opposite of the intended effect. The smirk blooms on his face just as he raises his hand above him; by the time Remus realises something’s not right, it’s too late.

He’s been levitated and dumped straight into the largest snow bank Sirius could locate. He lands in it with a loud ‘thud’, immediately sinking until only the top of his furry, wool covered head with the little pom-pom hanging off it is visible. Sirius can see his hands working in the snow, trying to dig himself out but only making it worse for himself, sending Sirius into fits of laughter where he’s unable to even hold himself up.

It’s as he’s kneeling in the snow, hands braced on his thighs, that Remus finally manages to surface, face bright red from exertion and brows knit into a disgruntled scowl.

“How’s that for sorry, eh?” Sirius barely manages to get out before collapsing into another round of laughter.