I Wish AO3 Had, Like, An Option To Tag Certain Characters As “main Characters” Or “side Characters”

Remus: *drinks tea and immediately burns his tongue*

Sirius: Do you need me to kiss it better? Because I will.

Sirius: My kink is doing stupid shit and watching Remus speed run the five stages of grief as he realises he still wants to fuck me

sirius and remus arguing about who's last name they want to take

sirius: I'M NOT STAYING A FUCKING BLACK

remus: I'M NOT GOING TO BE WOLFY MCWOLF MARRIED TO DOG MCWOLF

Rip Sirius Black, you would've loved saying "that's so homophobic" every time you got detention

Sirius Black is white as fuck. He’s pale. He might as well be translucent. He borderline glows in the dark. He spends more than five minutes in the sun without UV protection he’s turning a lovely shade of pink. James (who’s desi) and Remus (who might be welsh but has to explain to people that he is in fact white) scream when Sirius walks into a dark room claiming they saw a ghost and tell him to turn of the light at bedtime because they can still see him in the dark and and

🌟

Remus absolutely has a “Sirius Black only” smile.

You know the one—soft around the edges, a little crooked, like he’s trying not to smile but failing miserably. Eyes impossibly soft.

and Sirius?? he lives for it.

he’ll trip over his own feet, dramatically faint across the couch, steal remus’ tea and say “you weren’t drinking it fast enough, love”

Anything for that smile. And when he gets it?  when remus looks at him like he’s the only star in the sky.

Sirius could die happy.

sirius black who drives with one hand on the steering wheel, who helps peter tie his tie, who draws on his arms in class, who always hands in his essays last minute, yet perfectly written and always well over the requested length, who wears huge boots and jeans too large for him and a leather jacket one size too big, who loves the beach and the sea, who pierced his nose in his dorm’s bathroom with a sewing needle, who only listens to james, whose favourite weather is the cold winter because the wind sends shivers through his bones, making him feel something, who leans put the window when he smokes in their dorm because james always complains the smoke, who does crosswords in pen and ink because he knows he’s not wrong, who hurts the people he hates and longs for the people he loves, who is reckless and determined and intelligent and arrogant, who’s loyal as a dog and whose words are as sharp as knives.

James *absolutely plastered* : I love you Regulus *trying to keep him alive* : i know baby sit down & drink some water please

james potter and sirius black are so in-sync that I imagine sirius coming out to james went something like this.

*sirius enters the dorm*

sirius: prongs, we need to talk.

james: *sits up* what's up.

sirius: I'm gay.

james: ...

sirius: ...

james: can I—

sirius: yes.

james: *gets up and hugs him* are you—

sirius: I'm fine.

james: does your mother—

sirius: no, but when she—

james: you know you're welcome—

sirius: I know.

james: ok, good ... wait, was it—

sirius: yes.

james: does he—

sirius: no.

james: you haven't—

sirius: not yet.

james: but you do plan—

sirius: yes.

james: well, go get him, tiger!

sirius: *leaves*

james: *smiles fondly to himself*

peter: ... what the fuck just happened?