we love meet cute wolfstar bt i dont see a lot of people talking about meet ugly wolfstar :( do u have any ideas on them? thxxxx
i have a very specific idea but you asked ME so here’s what my brain is saying:
it’s james and lily’s wedding, late summer evening. sirius is there as the chaotic best man who’s already three drinks deep (he’s very lightweight), and remus is lily’s friend from her uni days
sirius is out in the garden behind the marquee, tie already loose, laughing too loud with a glass of red wine in hand. remus is standing a bit off to the side in his only proper dress shirt (the one he spent way too much money on because lily is one of his best friends and he wanted to look decent for once)
sirius turns too fast, mid-gesture telling some ridiculous story, and the entire glass of wine goes flying. it hits remus square in the chest, and the white shirt is instantly ruined, deep red blooming across it
remus’ first impression is like oh this obnoxious, spoiled asshole with perfect hair and zero spatial awareness just ruined the only thing that made me feel like i wasn’t completely out of place
sirius’ first impression is like oh this uptight, judgy bastard with pretty eyes and a mouth that won’t stop sneering
they end up hissing at each other in the backyard while everyone else is dancing and clapping under the string lights, with sirius trying to dab at remus’ shirt with a napkin and only making it worse, remus smacking his hand away, both of them getting way too close, breathing hard, eyes locked like they’re two seconds from either fighting or kissing
sirius tries to fix the whole the-burgundy-on-the-t-shirt thing, first with napkins (makes it worse), then with water (also worse), then by offering to take the shirt off remus right there which, like... doesn’t work
sirius keeps attempting apologies and every single one is like a damn brick:
“i’ll buy you a new one” → “this was vintage, you prick”
“you’re disgustingly rude when you’re mad” -> “and you’re kind of a cunt”
so yeah, every attempt at an apology just digs sirius deeper. eventually he gives up and goes, “you know what? fuck it. you’re insufferable”, and remus actually laughs, because the audacity is kind of impressive
remus calls him an arrogant, careless asshole. sirius calls him a stuck-up, judgmental prude who probably folds his socks
an hour later they’re sitting together at a table in the corner, sharing stolen cake and trading increasingly vicious and hilarious observations about the other guests
remus spends the first twenty minutes of their conversation refusing to smile on principle, but sirius keeps catching the corner of his mouth twitching and it becomes his personal mission to make him break
sirius’ theory (said out loud after too much champagne) is like, i bet we’d be absolutely fucking perfect together. sex would be a top tier. remus chokes on his drink and calls him awful, but doesn’t disagree
at 2am they’re sitting on the grass outside the venue, drunk, passing a joint someone snuck in. remus admits he almost didn’t come to the wedding because he felt out of place. sirius quietly says “i’m really fucking glad you did”
by the morning sirius is pressing remus up against the side of the venue, kissing him like he’s starving, murmuring against his lips that he’s never been so glad to ruin something in his life
the next morning remus wakes up with sirius’ number written on his arm in permanent marker
they don’t officially get together for a long time but they do sneak off from time to time and have the most intense, stupidly good sex of both their lives, where they’re laughing and arguing and moaning at the same time
and they’re 100% disgusting about this whole story for years afterward
