#lupin bar

[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]

[rocknr0llz]

homos⭐️🌙

[osamudaisies]

they hurt my heart

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Skating

@wolfstarmicrofic December 27, word count 729

The second part of yesterday's Prompt - Champagne. Might see where this one goes.

First part

The bar Sirius took him to was extravagant. Remus was not overdressed in his white shirt and dress pants. Waitresses in sparkly dresses wandered about with trays of what Remus guessed was scotch that cost more than he’d made that night per glass. He felt instantly uncomfortable and didn’t know how to tell Sirius he would rather go somewhere else. Instead, he allowed Sirius to lead him to a badly lit booth on the far side of the bar. 

No sooner had they sat down than one of the servers appeared with a large, toothy smile, spreading her bright red lips apart. 

“Mr Black, how are you this evening? Can I get you your usual, and what would your date like?” She blinked her shimmery eyelids at Sirius and waited for his order. 

Sirius’s jaw tensed for a second before a slightly forced smile appeared on his face. 

“Good thanks, Crystal. Yes, usual for me and Remus, what would you like?” They both turned their attention to Remus.

“Oh, erm, just a water, thanks.��� He tried not to stammer, but it was hard. He felt embarrassed by them watching him so intently. 

“Are you sure?” Sirius asked him, insecurity flashing across his face. “I’m buying; you can get whatever you want.” Remus swallowed. People always found it strange when they found out he didn’t drink, but if that was a deal-breaker for them, then Remus didn’t want to associate with them anyway. 

“Waters, fine, thank you. I don’t drink,” He added, wanting Sirius to understand it wasn’t because he wanted to make a hasty retreat or something. Sirius's face broke into a genuinely heartbreaking smile. 

“Scratch my order, Crystal. Two waters please,” Crystal’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything as she turned to get their drinks. 

“You can drink, I don’t mind, honestly,” Remus said quickly. Sirius reached over the table and took Remus’s hands in his. 

“I’m good. Just enjoying watching you squirm as if I care what you drink,” Mischief danced in his eyes and Remus felt a familiar pressure in his boxers. He swallowed dryly. Where the fuck was Crystal with their waters?

As if by magic she appeared, depositing the tall glasses on the table.

“Can I get you anything else?” Remus grabbed the glass and took a long slurp of water while Sirius was distracted by Crystal. 

“No, thank you, Crystal.” He said kindly. 

“Well you need anything, just flag me down,” She smiled warmly and wandered away to another booth in her section. 

“Wow, that’s a lot of ice,” Sirius said, scrutinising his glass. Turning it this way and that so, the cubes of ice clinked against the glass. “I haven’t seen this much ice since the last time I went skating,” He laughed at his own words, and Remus joined in politely. He had no idea what Sirius was on about. He took another sip of his own drink, trying to rid his throat of its dryness.  

“So, Remus, tell me about yourself,” Sirius waited for Remus to answer, giving him time that most people didn’t. Sometimes, he needed a second to collect his thoughts and decide what he would and wouldn’t tell a complete stranger.

“There’s not much to tell. I live in a shit flat above a shit kebab shop. I work a shit job that pays me just enough to keep my shit flat and feed me shit kebabs from downstairs. Oh, and I’m studying English Lit at the university,” Sirius didn’t comment on his tirade about his less-than-great life at the moment. He smiled his crooked smile at Remus, leaned in and said in a sultry tone.

“I could really go for a shit kebab right now,” He bit his bottom lip and Remus had to surreptitiously reposition himself under the table. 

“We could go get one, my treat,” He offered, his voice only a little hoarse. Sirius took out his wallet and dropped a twenty on the table. Twenty quid for two glasses of water, that was insane. Sirius must have seen the look on Remus’s face. “I tip well,” He shrugged. 

Impulsively, Remus offered him his arm, like Sirius had done earlier, and the sweet smile he got in return made his insides squirm. He led Sirius out of the bar and turned towards home, praying it his flat wasn’t too much of a mess. 

Next part

[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

[maraudersislife]

What sirius buys remus after the full moon.

[simpsandships]

Maybe I should start making comics too... Can't get enough of them.... 😭😭

(The first picture's reference is from Pinterest tho - the drunk Chuuya~)

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[hoshiumiumi]

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

[seaskate]

Kinda love the idea of Odasaku having been in love with Ango but not saying anything because Ango is a mafioso and Odasaku is a former assassin and a father that will one day leave the PM and Ango dosent need to be dragged down by him.

The thing is though, Ango loves him too but never says anything because Odasaku is a mafioso and Ango is a spy and Odasaku doesnt need to be even more dragged down by his eventual betrayal then he already will.

They are both each other's what ifs in short time when Ango is revealed and the orphans hadnt died yet. They sit there at the bar with Dazai between them - Dazai who had seen it all and didnt know until too late that they wouldn't have more time - and feel their hearts breaking as Ango tries to salvage things. He tries to, but when Dazai pushes Ango away then Odasaku does the same, because he loves Dazau too (though in a different way) and is loyal to him rather than a man that risk killing them all if they meet each other once more like they were then.

Neither ever got to say goodbye.

Ango helping Dazai run is a love letter to a man buried by the sea that will never get to read it.