#actor!sirius

[aza-writes]

Imagine singer!reader x famous(in any way)!sirius dating and reader is on tour. Reader is well into their tour so everyone knows the choreography so a little video goes viral of reader doing a move then it cuts to Sirius doing the moves along with them while he’s watching reader on stage

[ddejavvu]

heyy i suddenly thought of actor marauders or specifically sirius reacting to steamy tweets it would be so funny he would be basking in the "daddy sirius" tweets haha feel free to ignore if you are busy. love your writing

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

dude this is such a cool idea!! he would be a fucking menace i swear

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"I'd let Sirius Black break my Sirius Back?" The man in front of the camera let out a soft snort, "Alright, extra points to you for the wordplay."

You stifled a giggle at the next tweet in the bunch, swiping sideways on the screen and letting him squint slightly at the text, 'Sirius Black went from 'please let me date your daughter, sir' to, 'your daughter calls me daddy too'.'

He gave a quick eyebrow raise towards the camera as he processed the tweet, "First of all, I never had a respectful teenage boy era. I've always been this terrible. Second, 'Daddy'? 'Think I could get used to that one."

A few of the staff members behind you scoffed teasingly at his confidence, but you spoke up, "Well, that's good, because I don't think a single tweet from now on doesn't use that word."

[stars-and-scars-recs]

A guide to changing the wheel and seducing a celebrity - @sknyy

Author: deadwizardskinnie Word Count: 5002 (oneshot) Rating: General Audiences Alternate Universe: Celebrity Summary: About how Remus became a Twitter trend, changed the wheel and nearly had a heart attack in the middle of the class. But maybe in a different order.

Commentary: yet another impeccably delivered celebrity AU! In this one, Sirius is the celeb and Remus is a school teacher. It's very cute and fluffy, and is absolutely worth your time.

[gxtitobxby]

I can't stop thinking about this with actor!sirius. like the two of you are filming a scene like this and it's just so emotional and raw and just so good <3333

(plz im so sorry for accidentally unfollowing you again, i'll give you all the sweet smooches to make up for it)

wait. imagine having to film this scene but you guys are exes. the touches are so familiar, so painful because of everything that went down. and it's easy to get lost in it, because it's almost like the universe is allowing you one last chance to be with him, to taste him again without losing all of your self respect.

but then it gets too real. his breath on your neck as he kisses down your throat, just like he used to. his large hands holding you in place, thumb glossing over your bottom lip begging to be let it, just like he used to. "m'pretty girl" and you know it's part of the script, but the words are too familiar coming out of his mouth so you're calling cut with tears stinging in your eyes, hands trembling as you push him off you, standing up and storming away.

should I write a full fic for this??? this actually really inspired me akajhskhskjas

[silverdelirium]

Ahhh omg Dani I was in class and omg

Actor!Sirius and reader doing a sex scene but reader is a virgin so she doesn't know what to do/how to act 😩😩😩😩

-🌱

he’d probably grunt into your ear as you go all shy and stutter-y bc it just feels so real. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 “hm, if this is how you get when i barely touch you i cant wait to see what you do when i bury my cock in ya’”

[wonder-womans-ex]

Curtain Call

Act one, scene one

Sirius finds him with his head in his hands, back against the brick wall of the information and technology building. He stops for a moment, wondering if he should go over there—ask what’s wrong, or offer assistance—then decides against it. 

He is Sirius Black, and Sirius Black does not help other people. 

Not anymore. 

So he continues on with his day. He walks past the crying boy into the theatre building, pausing by the bulletin board to pull a phone number slip from the bottom of a flyer that advertises free physics tutoring. It tears off at the area code. 

Great—just what this day needs. 

It gets significantly worse when he pushes through the stage door and bumps into Danya, who’s lurking behind the wings, black Abbey Road shirt blending in with the curtains. She smiles at him brightly. 

“Hi, Sirius,” she says. “I was just leaving. I could wait up, if you want—fancy getting lunch together?” 

There is exactly one good thing about Danya Lent, and that is the fact that she doesn’t giggle, or tuck her hair behind her ear, or look up at him through her eyelashes. She talks to him like he’s a regular person, not some sort of movie star. She’s not just attracted to his looks—she genuinely likes him. 

But Sirius just broke up with Remus. He’s not looking for a relationship. And Danya isn’t the kind of person he’d be interested in dating, anyway. She reminds him too much of James. 

“Sorry, Dan,” Sirius tells her, glancing towards where Professor Fischer is sitting at the piano centre stage. “I’ll probably be here for a while; I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

Make that two good things about her—she can take a hint. Danya just nods and grins. “All right. I’ll see you around, I guess!” 

And then she’s gone.

Sirius clears his throat before approaching the professor, startling the older man out of whatever trance he’s in. Fischer’s eyebrows shoot up comically when he sees Sirius, and he pats the spot next to him invitingly. 

Sirius steps forward, sliding onto the piano bench. He absentmindedly plucks a note—D#, he thinks, but it’s been years since he quit piano lessons—and waits. 

“I was quite impressed by your performance yesterday,” Fischer says, and Sirius’s heart sinks. Professor Fischer throws around words of praise like they’re buy-one-get-two-free, and ‘quite impressed’ does not fall high on the sliding scale of compliments. 

“Thank you, sir,” he says anyway, because he knows better than to say anything else. 

But apparently the professor isn’t done yet. “I had been wondering,” he begins, fingers dancing over the keys, yet never making a sound, “Whether you’d given any thought to that course I suggested.”

“What, the creative writing one?” Sirius’s voice, though he tries hard for it not to, gives away his surprise. He’d assumed that Fischer had been recommending the free creative writing seminar to everyone in his class, not him specifically. He’s never had a way with words—not ones that weren’t already scripted out for him, at least. 

“Yes, that one. It’s not like most of the courses we offer here—it’s led entirely by alumni of the university, and most of them are very good writers. I think it would be good for you.”

Now Sirius is intrigued. “In what way?”

“You’e an incredible actor, Mr. Black, but what you struggle with is finding the purpose behind the words.”

(Sirius thinks he has purpose down to a science, but he’s not about to say that to Professor Fischer.)

“Oh, sure, you know what the characters are feeling and why. You have a way with the people you play. But what you lack is the concept of an author.

“I’ve had an eye on you for a while, and what I’ve found is this: if Eloise is walking down the street, you know why she is walking down the street. But you do not know why the person writing the script made the conscious choice to have her walk down the street. You get so caught up in the fiction that you forget it is based in fact. Do you understand this?”

Professor Fischer’s accent gets more pronounced the more passionate he is, and right now he sounds as if he would be right at home on the streets of Berlin. Sirius nods slowly. 

“I think I get it,” he says. “I need to know what goes into the making of a story before I can make the story come alive.”

For this he gets a smile. “Four o’clock on Wednesdays in the Rogers lecture room. You’ll be there?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” 

***

And, sure enough, Wednesday afternoon finds Sirius standing in the middle of a hallway, wondering where the hell the Rogers lecture room is. He checks his watch—4 minutes to go. He’s glad he got there early, but at this rate, it won’t make much of a difference. 

He contemplates just leaving. He didn’t sign up for the class or anything (wait, was he supposed to?) and it’s not like there would be roll call or anything anyway. But he trusts Professor Fischer, and at least this seminar is something to do that isn’t scrolling through his old texts with Remus and crying. 

When someone bumps into him, he turns around. It’s a girl with shoulder-length auburn hair and a lip ring. Her eyes are green—piercingly so—and he opens his mouth and closes it again a few times trying to remember what he was going to say. 

At first, he thinks oh, fuck, we’re back to being flusted around pretty girls. Wonderful. But then he realizes that while she’s attractive, sure, from an objective point of view, he’s not really attracted to her. 

He’s actually a little bit scared of her. No, scratch that, very scared of her. Maybe it has something to do with the vicious glare she’s sending him. 

“Um,” he says, finally. “Sorry. Do you by any chance know where the Rogers lecture room is?”

She purses her lips and nods, striding past him further down the hall. After a moment, he follows her to the elevator and waits as she jabs aggressively at the up button. There’s a long, awkward silence while the elevator gets to their floor, broken only by the loud ding when it arrives. 

The ride up between floors is even more painful, if that’s possible. Sirius tries to occupy himself by looking at the ceiling, which is mirrored, so he looks at the wall instead. It’s patterned like a booth in some sort of high-class restaurant—greenish, with vaguely paisley-shaped blotches here and there. 

Finally, they arrive at a hallway identical to the one they came from. The walls are the same off-white; the floors have the same grey carpeting. If he didn’t know better, Sirius would say they hadn’t moved at all. 

The girl walks out, the soles of her pink high-tops squeaking until she’s out of the elevator and into the hall. She turns around. 

“Well, come on, then,” she tells him, voice not at all how he had expected. It’s the first time he’s heard her speak, and he’s surprised at the eastern accent. Nova Scotia, he guesses, or New Bruinswick. He nods wordlessly. 

He finds himself being led into a small lecture room—smaller than any he’s ever been in, anyway—with fifteen or so other students milling around, chatting and laughing. On the whiteboard at the front of the room, someone’s written Glendale A.L.L. Creative Writing Seminar. 

Looking left, then right, and finding that his red-haired saviour has vanished into the crowd, he sits down at the very back of the room. He has around thirty seconds of awkwardly waiting for something to happen before there’s a shout of “Sit down and shut up!” from somewhere near the front. 

When the smoke clears—or, if he abandons the metaphors, everyone else has chosen a seat and he can actually see who’s speaking—it turns out the person addressing the room is the same girl who led him there. She’s smiling, now, unlike when she was with him, and her hands are outstretched in front of her. 

“Hi, everyone! Welcome to the A.L.L., or Alumni-Led Lectures, creative writing seminar—free, because we know you’re university students and you therefore have no money.” This gets a ripple of laughter from the seated students, and her shoulders rise a little more. Sirius knows why; positive audience feedback does the same thing to him. “I’m Lily Evans, and I graduated from University of Glenrow last year with a bachelor’s in Engligh lit. I’m going to be your main instructor for the next few months. Here with me to help me out, because I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own, is my good friend John Lupin.”

A boy, tall and lanky, peels himself away from the wall and goes to stand beside her. She says something else, but Sirius doesn’t hear it, because his eyes are fixed on her companion and his ears are ringing. 

Whatever Lily says, that boy’s name isn’t John. 

It’s Remus. 

And he broke up with Sirius two weeks ago. 

[dogwooddivinity]

LAX -> LHR

*My insomniac brain hit on the idea of a text fic using seat to seat messaging on an airplane last week, and this little bit of nonsense fell out.*

Seat 3D: I'm sorry, I'm trying to figure out if this is the right person. Did you by any chance trip over a black bag on your way through first class?

Seat 39A: Yes? Can I ask why you're asking?

3D: It was my bag.

39A: Oh, well I'm very sorry.

3D: No worries, it's only a bag.

3D: Can I ask your name handsome stranger?

39A: Handsome? It's Remus.

3D: I know what I saw. I'm Sirius.

3D: I'll jog your memory. Shoulder length black hair, grey hoodie, nice ass.

39A: Not sure how I would have been in a position to notice that last one, but I'll take your word for it.

39A: And, the memory jogging was not required. It's not like you have a face I'm going to easily forget.

3D: It didn't seem like you'd recognized me.

39A: I didn't. Should I have? I just meant that you're gorgeous. Hard to forget that.

3D: I'm gorgeous? Why thank you, Remus.

3D: And yes, most people I meet already know who I am.

39A: No need to thank me for the truth, Sirius, but I'll admit I feel a bit silly. I spend most of my time holed up in an observatory, please put me out of my misery and tell me why I'm supposed to recognize you...

3D: Hold on, I'm sending something to you. It should arrive in a minute.

3D: Most people recognize me from the movies they've seen me in.

39A: Thank you for the champagne. And in a real glass. Things really are fancy up there, aren't they?

39A: I'm not sure you're making friends with the flight attendants though, the people around me are now asking why they haven't been brought champagne.

3D: I think I'm safe. The flight attendants are the ones who helped me find you.

3D: You managed to slip away before I could talk to you and I sent them to find the man in the blue sweater, with the adorable curls, and the beautiful eyes.

3D: It turns out my description was spot on because they found you in minutes.

39A: You're ridiculous and I'm blushing.

39A: As for not recognizing you, the last movie I saw I had to be driven to by my father. I wasn't joking about the observatory.

3D: So, what do you do then, Remus?

3D: Oh, wait, do you have your phone handy?

39A: Yes, why?

3D: I've just set you up with WiFi.

3D: Just click on the link I sent and use the password SiriuslySexy

39A: Clever password. Done.

3D: Now we can move this off the screen that your row mates can all read.

39A: Do you mean the ones that are leaning in to get a better look? Yes. I'd appreciate that.

39A: Alright, I'm on my phone now.

3D: You've really never seen one of my movies?

3D: I'm legitimately excited about that.

39A: Without knowing what movies you've been in couldn't be sure, but I'm being honest when I say I haven't seen a new movie in more than a decade.

3D: Wow!

3D: Tell me more about this observatory.

3D: Oh! Wait! Also tell me, are you staying in London for a while or is this plane ride all I get of you?

39A: I'm actually moving back to London. I've been in California for the last three years doing research at the Goldstone Observatory and now I'm coming back to teach full time.

3D: So you're an astronomer?

39A: An astrophysicist, actually. Without getting too far into the weeds, my research focus is the change in the rate of expansion of the known universe over time.

3D: Impressive.

3D: What's your full name, Remus?

39A: Full and complete? Dr. Remus John Lupin.

3D: Dr? I like it. I'm Sirius Orion Black. Feel free to Google me and find out the names of all those movies you've never seen.

39A: Wow. Apparently I've been living under a rock? You've made nearly thirty movies. And are really, really famous?

39A: Oh, my God!

3D: What? Are you reading gossip rags? Don't. The lies they come up with aren't even interesting.

39A: No. That was the sound of me doing an image search.

39A: I don't understand why you are talking to me?

3D: I don't know, Remus, but I just watched the first five minutes of your Intro to String Theory lecture at UC Berkeley and I had to turn it off because the combination of being able to see you while also hearing THAT VOICE, is too much for me to manage.

39A: I don't even know what to say to that so I'm going to stick with thank you?

39A: You never told me what you're doing in London.

3D: I live there. I mean, I get pulled around quite a bit to film, but my home is in London.

3D: Are you looking forward to teaching? I always thought I might like teaching, although I never did much like teachers. The arrogance of adolescents, I guess. Always thinking you could do better.

39A: I am actually. Teaching is good for me. It's easy for me to get pulled far enough into my research that I go weeks without seeing sunlight or talking to other people. When you're teaching, you can't do that.

3D: I can understand that. People are often surprised to find out that, in my real life, I'm actually pretty introverted.

3D: Most of what they see is the public me. It is good for selling out theatres, but it's also exhausting to maintain.

39A: So these pictures of you in jeans that must have been painted on at your last premier are not the real you? I'm disappointed.

3D: Oh, no. That is very much the real me ;)

3D: But there, on the red carpet, that's more of an act than anything else. The clothes I'm good with, it's the glad handing and the needing to be constantly excited to be there that I can't stand.

39A: For the record, I'm also good with the clothes. ;)

3D: You know that I can find pictures of you too, right?

3D: I've got one here of you at a dinner celebrating a major gift to your department. Looks like I'm not the only one who cleans up well.

39A: That night was awful. The family that gave us the money was terrible and we were all told we had to be especially nice to them. It was the longest four hours of my life.

3D: Well, at least you looked incredible while you did it.

39A: I wish I hadn't because I spent the night having to avoid the donor's eldest daughter after she decided her and I were going to be 'very good friends'.

3D: That sounds awful.

39A: Indeed.

39A: Sirius, is there a reason why the flight attendant has just come and taken my bag?

39A: While cheeky, her wink wasn't particularly informative.

3D: Why don't you come up here and see?

[embrassemoi]

Ok, so im thinking for actor!sirius going to the met gala it would be something very camp/ goth. y'know

thoughts? :))

I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS! Actor!Sirius is not only dramatic, he's a diva - has one too many scandals and def method acts. By nature, he's over the top. Eccentric yet beyond charming. And there’s no doubt that it would translate into his clothing choice (+ the cameras adore him)

Out of all the Marauders, he'd be the most camp. He'd go way over the top - far more than James. he would've gone in full fledged drag if he went to 2019's Met Gala. He would’ve shown them the definition of camp.

Idk if you saw, but recently there's been a lot ideas of a horror / blood themed Met Gala and how cool it would be, and I think a camp / goth / dramatic Sirius would fit this perfectly. He'd totally pierce his ear (if he didn't already) and would wear an earring that looks like blood cascading down, but they're made out of rubies, etc.

He'd go something for a double meaning - something flashy and big. Perhaps he'd wear a mix of red, black and whites. he'd probably wear makeup too. Oh, and of course 100%, he'd be best dressed. AND if he was there for the theme ‘China: through the looking glass’ (I think it’s that) he’d show up in an outfit made only out of pure glass. I just know it. And he definitely wouldn’t stick with a suit, because sirius isn’t boring.