I just started writing Harry Potter fanfiction and I've never written WolfStar before. I also stopped writing in first person a long time ago because I felt it was hard to distinguish between myself and the character, plus I didn't like reading it unless it was really good. I hope this is at least good enough to entertain you all. I don't own any characters mentioned below.
S.
The first time we kissed I felt like I was flying. It made me forget that we weren't supposed to be kissing. We were mates, but more importantly blokes. We were two blokes and blokes don't like other blokes. But with your mouth on mine and your tongue doing that swirly thing I couldn't quite retain that sentiment.
I.
The first time we stopped talking was horrible. You do rash things sometimes, I know, but this time it was more than rash. I could've killed someone. Me. Not you, me. But you were so determined to hurt Snape you couldn't see that. If it wasn't because I was so sure I loved you, I swear I would've hated you. Even if I did forgive you two days later.
R.
The first time we slept together was, well, neither of us quite remembers it, actually. We were piss drunk and still trying to deny we were bloody poofters. It's honestly a miracle Wormtail didn't walk in on us. Prongs was too occupied snogging Lily who knows where to care about what we were doing. Or shouldn't be doing. What I do remember is that when I wake up in your bed, I can't tell what time it is because the curtains are drawn, thank Merlín one of us had the sense to do that. What I do remember is that you were already sitting up, your head between your knees when you said, "you should go to your bed." I think that was the first time you broke my heart. It wasn't the last.
R.
The first time we move in together we only use one bedroom.
I.
The first time you don't come back after a fight is early October of 1981.* By the end of the month, you couldn't come back even if you wanted to. Not that I wanted you to anyways.
U.
The first time I realized I didn't really hate you, it broke me. You killed them. You killed James and Lily and Peter and I should fucking hate you, I screamed.
S.
The first time I saw you again, I almost killed you before you could say anything. You were a traitor to me. You were a dead man. You were the only person I ever loved.
B.
The second time we kissed felt like the first time because it had been so long it felt new again. It still felt like flying.
L.
The second time we stopped talking was because we were too busy making other noises that didn't require words. We mapped each other's bodies and burned them into our memory. We weren't going to forget this. When we woke up next to each other this time, you pulled me closer and I had never felt more loved.
A.
The second time we moved in together, we still only use one bedroom.
C.
The second time you don't come back to me, it isn't because we're fighting. I almost wish it was because at least then you'd be alive. You'd be somewhere out there. Breathing.
K.
The second time I see you again, you tease me that I can't marry a girl, I'm a poofter for God's sake. I tell you she could change her body into yours and you go quiet. I know it's a shitty reason to marry but you're the fucking love of my life and I needed to see you. And she needed me to love her. One way or another. You ask me if it's true we have a kid and when I don't answer you say, "Jesus fucking Christ, Moony —" but I don't let you finish because I tell you that you're the only person I've ever loved. It's not a good excuse but we've both lived long lives and we're so fucking tired that instead you ask if you'll make a good stepdad. I grin and say yes.
*This statement was derived from another fanfiction called Still by sing-oldsongs (Chapter 9).