#actorsirius

Cw: allusions to depression, anxiety (panic attacks), possible past emotional abuse, smoking, drinking alcohol, mention of throwing up (no actual getting sick)

“So you’re over him.”

“Yep.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Lily lifted an eyebrow skeptically before turning back to the pastry display. “Whatever you say.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but said nothing. They had been having the same argument since their night at the Empire earlier that week, and the only thing they could both agree on was that the other was full of shit.

“Sirius Black, star of the critically acclaimed Marauder’s Map series, is finally making his return to the spotlight. After the franchise’s fifth and final film released, there were rumors Black had been offered several roles by some of this generation’s most prominent directors (Scorsese and Tarantino among others), but surprised everyone in Hollywood by taking a step back from acting altogether.

“Never one to be shy in front of the camera, Black spent his subsequent years plastered across all the major tabloids: from wild nights out, to drunken altercations with paparazzi, tall tales from this falling star were abundant. Most notably Black was caught on tape in a full out brawl by fans outside New York’s notorious burlesque club, Veela. Bystanders witnessed Black punching none other than Marauder’s costar, James Potter. Not long after, Black vanished from public life altogether following the death of his younger brother, Regulus Black in 2019.

“Now the 26-year-old actor has decided to return to the spotlight, albeit on a much smaller scale. This fall, audiences can see Black at Hogwarts Circle’s Gryffindor Theater, performing in Alastor Moody’s newest play, The Glass Eye . Now, five years after the Marauder’s franchise ended, only time will tell if this star is still the brightest in the sky, or if it burnt out a long time ago.”

Wolfstar modern AU fic set in NYC theater scene!

Remus was definitely about to be fired. Or at least written up. For the third time since the last stop, Remus glanced down at his wrist to read his watch: 6:52pm.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. The show started at 8:00pm, which meant pre-show started at 7:15pm, which meant he was supposed to have been at the theater at 6:30pm to start setting up the bar. And he would have been—he’d even given himself an extra five minutes for the commute—but what he hadn’t accounted for was the now 27 minute delay in the MTA’s service between 84th and 72nd street. How silly of him.