#lupin bar

[nori-draws-sometimes]

the end of an era

[amy-maguire]

A thing I wrote for Dazai's birthday

It's pretty short, but I like it anyway. <3 Posted about this on my tik tok :3

Trigger Warning for Su1c1dal ideation mention.

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"Hey Odasaku, nice night tonight isn't it?" Dazai asked, sitting alone at a bar counter housing three drinks with only one to finish them all. "Figured you'd wanna get me a drink for my birthday, so I came here." Dazai smiled, but the joy from his eyes had all but faded. 

Earlier that day, he'd received gifts from various parties. Atsushi got him a new brooch, Kunikida gave him a note book of his own to write down his thoughts, and even Chuuya dropped off a gift at his door. But now, as the night wore thin and his birthday had a measly hour left it felt like none of that mattered. 

Raising a small taste of alcohol to his lips he pulled out the matchbox he'd kept on him all those years. "You know.. I'm gonna be older than you today.." He forced a laugh, "Crazy isn't it Odasaku?" Playfully the brunette tapped his glass against the placeholders for Odasaku and then Ango's. 

"It's really too bad I haven't found an effective method of su1c1de to join you yet, but I suppose that's alright." He whispered, "I'll keep this up for you just a little longer, take care of a few more orphans." He paused. Fuck that hurt a lot more to say than he was anticipating. Admitting to himself that he was staying alive for his friend who was now younger than him stung worse than the alcohol burning down his throat. 

Before Dazai knew it he was having a hard time staring at either of the drinks in front of him, not Ango's, not Oda's, nor his own. His eyes were rapidly blurring, and the now 29 year old felt sick to his stomach. "Miss you." He whispered. 

"Miss you too, Dazai." A voice seemingly spoke from nowwhere, "Happy Birthday, enjoy yourself a little for me, will you?" 

Dazai's head whipped around to see nothing, obviously it was all in his subconscious. But that was enough, because at the very least he'd received some sort of birthday wish from the friend he'd held in his arms all those years ago. 

"I will." Osamu's voice shook, "Thanks.." He took in a sharp breathe before speaking again and holding himself tightly. 

"I won't forget to keep living for you." 

[questiontocertaintyofreality]

Now look. Dazai didn't know he had this ability when he was little. But unlike Atsushi, Akutagawa, Chuuya, etc., who didn't know they had a ability, those around them did. In this article, I wrote that Atsushi's ability was - most likely - known by the entire orphanage except him. Dazai, on the other hand, was watching the world in the public space, among the constant whispers indicating that he was not human, with foreign feelings and thoughts that were familiar to him. It was impossible for him to find out he was gifted without meeting someone else who have an ability. The people around him didn't saw Dazai as an ability user, they couldn't understand. If for Dazai being human and enjoy life depend on abilities... The only way Dazai can do this; deactivate others' abilities.

No matter how powerful, complex and unpredictable the ability is, it is all the same against Dazai. The point I'm trying to get to.... Dazai can enjoy life, enjoy an arcade game, shed tears, but eventually he experiences those emotions from behind transparent walls, all the consequences will come around and he will come to not being able to experience emotions because he doesn't feel like a human. That's why he joined the Port mafia, to feel the emotions, basically the same reason he left Pm.

[ranposweetworld]

x x x / x x x / x x x

Oda Sakunosuke(Odasaku) writing theme mostly for him

[dqzaiie]

look what arrived today!

[anabundanceofjunos]

A place to call home ⭐️

[kamapon]

To the Stray Dogs

[iwamimimimi]

[knightpetrichor]

its them… buraiha trio

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 10 - prompt 10: Knight Bus [word count 513]

Come to think of it, it hadn’t really been a good idea. Well no, actually it had been an amazing idea to go out in muggle London all together on one of those things Muggles called pub crawls. No, the not so good idea in James’s hindsight had been the amount of alcohol they had ingested. Peter had fallen asleep in the split second they had taken out of the last pub to summon the Knight Bus, Sirius wasn’t able to stand on his own and even him had trouble stepping on the bus and handing the guy looking at them with amusement the money for their tickets. The only one functioning was Remus, who was now helping Sirius sit down on one of the beds.

“You’re warm,” Sirius slurred, passing his arms around Remus’s waist.

James noticed that Remus’s lips were reduced to a thin line that in that moment reminded him scarily of Professor McGonagall. He managed to put Peter down on the same bed, where he kept on snoring without even waking up as the Knight Bus bolted forward, and frowned. Even with all the alcohol coursing through his veins he knew Remus was angry. And he knew why.

The last pub they had been into, the one where the tipsiness had turned into drunkenness, had had a massive Pride flag over the door and a statuesque drag queen welcoming people just inside.

“Welcome home, darlings,” she had smiled as they had stumbled towards the bar.

Sirius was visibly ecstatic about the place, and had launched himself on the dance floor the second they had downed their first tequila shots. He had taken them all with them, but as the hour went on and they had drunk more and Remus had sat down on a bar stool because his hip was starting to hurt and Peter was staring dreamy-eyed at another drag queen and he had had yet another drink offered by a guy in a cowboy hat and little else or what looked like a very expensive and very out of place button down, Sirius hadn’t left the dance floor. He had been smiling and laughing and whirling gracefully from hot guy to hot guy and Remus’s expression had become more and more closed down. Looking at him now, James wondered if he could take advantage of his own state to tell Remus outright that Sirius was as in love with him as Remus was with Sirius and had been for years now. But sooner or later Sirius would sober up and kill him if he did that, so he just sighed and leaned on the bus window. Sirius chose that moment to nuzzle Remus’s neck.

“You’re hot, you know that?” he murmured.

James saw Remus freeze.

“But not as hot as the love of my life,” Sirius went on.

“Is that so?” Remus rolled his eyes.

“Yes. His name is Remus and I’m gonna marry him one day. Well, after I find the guts to tell him I love him,” Sirius nodded, closing his eyes.

James saw Remus’s eyes widen and his cheeks instantly turn the colour of the Gryffindor banner and he sent a silent thank you to whoever had invented tequila.

[osamudaisies]

they hurt my heart

[lite-welsh-history]

not me being like "psh, i don't have daddy issues," and then being obsessed with fictional men old enough to be my dad

[hotdamnitsmoony]

the marauders favourite movie - no explanations

remus - dead poets society

sirius - the rocky horror picture show

regulus - 10 things i hate about you

james - spider-man no way home

lily - mamma mia

mary - pitch perfect

pandora - titanic

evan - don’t look up

barty - the hangover trilogy

marlene - do revenge

dorcas - mean girls

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Bar/Restaurant - 298 words

Sirius leans up against the bar, chin resting in his hand as he waits for Remus to notice him. He’s not meant to give Remus drink orders directly, the computer sends them through automatically, but Sirius likes to tell Remus anyway. Just in case the system goes down. He just cares a lot about his job. And about Remus’ job.

Remus works deftly, grabbing a bottle of something with nothing more than a glance at the label before filling the measure. He is very good at his job and Sirius likes watching him. Purely to learn more about mixology and definitely not so he can talk to Remus and look at Remus’ face and because Remus will sometimes let him taste-test new drinks. 

Remus catches his eye and a smile tugs at his lips. “Which one’s yours?”

“Table 12, Long Island and Pink Gin Fizz.” Sirius says as he leans over the bar. He nabs a cocktail stick and uses it to skewer a raspberry.

Remus bats his hand away, “Stop eating the garnishes.” Sirius pops the raspberry in his mouth with a grin and Remus rolls his eyes, but there's a glint of amusement in his eye. “Don’t you have tables to serve?”

“Nope, just waiting on those drinks.”

Remus leans back against the counter, arms folded and shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. It's both a blessing and a curse to Sirius’ existence. “It might be a while, very busy night tonight,” Remus drawls. It’s a bald-faced lie and they both know it. It’s the quietest night of the week and Remus always bumps Sirius’ tickets to the top.

“I can wait.”

Remus smirks, arching an eyebrow in challenge. “Don’t trust me?”

“Oh not at all," Sirius holds his gaze steady, "quite the opposite.” 

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Hunger

@wolfstarmicrofic June 16, word count 568

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The afternoon was theirs to do with as they wished. It appeared that McGonagall and Sprout hadn’t expected them to get all the seedlings planted as fast as they had. Remus was glad for the break and wanted nothing more than to go collapse on his bed and rest his aching body. He’d pondered over why his body was aching so much, aside from the manual labour. He realised he just wasn’t used to doing anything. His body was weak from years of being bed-bound. Really, his father should have thought of that before dumping him here, but then he would never have met Sirius or the others. 

“So what are we doing this afternoon then? Water fight? Archery? Rock climbing?” James asked as they stood outside the main hall with nothing to do. Remus groaned inwardly, not wanting to do any of those things. 

“Remus and I are going to hang out in the cabin,” Sirius announced. “And you two aren’t invited,” He added, when Peter opened his mouth. 

“Well, that’s hardly fair,” Peter protested. Sirius looked at James, who nodded at him with a smile. He wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders. 

“Come on, Pete, lets me, and you go find something fun to do while this boring pair reads or something.” Peter seemed appeased by James’s words and wandered off with him without a second thought for Remus and Sirius. Sirius grabbed Remus by the hand and walked them towards their cabin.

It was cool inside. Remus flopped onto his bed groaning happily. Sirius sauntered towards him and somehow dropped himself onto the bed in the most elegant way Remus had ever seen. 

“Hi,” Sirius whispered. 

“HI,” Remus whispered back. He swallowed as a buzzing spread across his skin at Sirius’s closeness. Sirius reached a hand to Remus’s face and gently cupped it, stroking his thumb over Remus’s cheekbone. Remus leaned his head into the contact and the second his eyelids shut, Sirius captured his lips with his own. Remus’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden affection, but quickly shut them again, sinking into Sirius. 

They hadn’t kissed much since the first time. James and Peter saw to that, but it was definitely getting easier between the pair. Remus felt braver each time they kissed, as did Sirius. 

Sirius’s hand slid beneath his t-shirt and Remus froze. Sirius kept his hand still and peppered kisses across Remus’s lips until he calmed down and returned to what they’d been doing. He stilled again when Sirius’s thumb began rubbing soft circles into his skin. But soon again the panic subsided, and he returned to kissing him. 

They played this game for a while until Remus stopped freezing every time Sirius’s hand moved to a new place, and they could just enjoy the moment. 

They stopped when Remus’s stomach growled with hunger, making Sirius giggle as he poked gently at the sound. 

“Honestly, Remus, can’t you go an hour without eating?” He rolled away from Remus, off the bed and grabbed two lion bars from his bedside table. “Here,” Sirius said as he tossed the snack to Remus. Remus grinned as he bit into the chocolate bar. He realised then that his body felt totally relaxed, and he didn’t ache as much. He watched Sirius pick his lion bar apart with his teeth layer by layer in a truly obscene way and thought this boy must be magic.

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[hoshiumiumi]

IT DAWNED ON ME I HAVEN'T SHARED THIS LIL GUYS