#and they never shut up about plantas... ever

[idon-twannabeperceived]

Puan es cómo el peronismo yo creo

Los biopunks combinan lo más rompebolas de exactas/naturales con lo más rompebolas de humanidades, son realmente multidisciplinarios

[nah-she-didnt]

okay, so all i want is for remus to have a crush on reader or whoever . you can do absolutely anything with this remus just has a really big crush on her and he notices things about her personality and all. fluff because I also want them to like kiss at the end of this all.

Okay here’s the deal anon, I owe you an apology because I’m almost certain that the following story is not what you had in mind. I headcanon that Sirius is gay and Remus is bisexual or pansexual (I also headcanon that Tonks is NB, and I do ship Remadora to a point, but that’s beside the point). So while this might not be exactly what you intended, it’s the story that came to me, so I hope you enjoy! 

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Firsts

In the three previous years, James had partnered with Sirius in Herbology and Remus with Peter. This was generally how lesson pairs broke down between the four friends, partly because James and Sirius had so much fun goofing off together and partly because Remus wanted to actually concentrate on the professor during lessons. Fourth year, however, was different. 

The first day of classes began like any other. The bright September sun followed the four of them across the grounds into Greenhouse 2 for their first Herbology lesson of term.

“I hope we do Devil’s Snare this year,” Sirius grinned mischievously. 

“God, I don’t,” Peter paled, “imagine if it got you and never let go.” 

“Don’t worry, Pete,” James beamed as he threw glances to the group of Gryffindor girls ahead of them, also on their way to Herbology, “we’d visit you all the time, bring you biscuits, everything.” 

“Fuck off,” grumbled Pete. He’d been in a foul mood all day after their disastrous first Potions lesson where he’d managed to melt his brand-new cauldron. 

“Someone’s grumpy!” Sirius declared as they crossed the threshold into Greenhouse 2, “don’t worry, Pete, I’ll tell you a joke to cheer you up. Have you ever heard about the troll, the hag, and the leprechaun who all go into a bar-” 

“Remus?” 

Remus doubled back, not sorry to miss the rest of Sirius’ joke. Amelia Bones stood a few feet away, wearing a pretty blue hair ribbon to match her Ravenclaw tie. She was twisting her hands nervously over her stomach, and he noticed that she was blushing slightly. The effect the flush had underneath her freckles was quite nice. 

“Hi Amelia,” he squeaked, trying to sound more confident than he felt, “what’s up? How was your summer?” 

“Erm, not bad,” she smiled sweetly up at him, “I was wondering if…” 

“Oi, Remus!” Sirius called across the room, “Pete saved you a seat.” James and Peter snickered behind Sirius, clearly in on the joke to make him look a fool in front of Amelia.

Remus waved them off and turned his attention back to Amelia. “Sorry, ignore them. What were you wondering?” 

She went from pink to red at his words. “I was wondering if… you wanted to be my Herbology partner this year.” 

Remus blinked. “Oh,” he said, unsure if he understood her properly, “um, yeah, alright. You mean all year?” 

She looked stunned at his words. “Oh, yeah, if you wanted…” 

“I do,” he said quickly. To his annoyance, he felt his hand fly to his hair, just like James did when he talked to a girl. “Yeah. I’d like that, Amelia.” 

She beamed at him. “Great! Well, I guess we should get on with it, then,” and she gestured to a pair of empty chairs. 

--

And so they sat together in the Greenhouse. Their conversations were awkward at first. They kept running into long pauses between their feeble attempts at small talk. Remus always kicked himself when he couldn’t decide what to say. He couldn’t tell too many stories, so much of his life had to be kept secret. He couldn’t very well tell her why he looked so tired that one Wednesday after the Full Moon, nor where he had gotten a particularly nasty scar that stretched across the back of his right hand. He was sure she’d get bored of him eventually, but lesson after lesson there she was, smiling from the seat next to him. She didn’t seem to care that he had little to say, because after a few weeks she talked enough for the both of them. 

She told him about her mother’s work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Remus braced himself at this. He knew that the Department was none too friendly towards werewolves, but the topic never came up. She told him that she wanted to head the Department herself someday. 

“Yeah?” he grinned, “you want to work in magical law?” 

She smiled as she misted a rosebush with a spray bottle. “It’s the only thing I can imagine doing, you know, with everything that’s going on.” 

Remus nodded. That was one of the things he liked about Amelia. She had parents in the Ministry. She knew about the war that was surely coming, and she wasn’t afraid. She’d told him once that she’d give her life to protect others if it came to it. 

“Sounds like you should have been in Gryffindor,” he’d told her at this.

“Nah,” she laughed, “you lot are too aggressive. Give me a book over a fight any day.” 

Remus pretended to look wounded. “Not all of us are like that.” 

He stopped his work on the engorged Venus Flytrap in front of him and glanced sideways at her. Her large blue eyes studied him carefully as if she were making up her mind. “No,” she almost whispered, “I suppose you’re not, are you?” 

--

That night in the Common Room found the boys sitting around the roaring fire. James and Sirius played a game of Exploding Snap while Peter watched, clapping his hands and cheering loudly when one of the players had a particularly impressive move. Remus stared into the fire, the book he had been reading lay forgotten in his lap. 

“Moony,” James called, waking Remus from his daydream about Herbology that day, “what’s got your face look all crumpled like that?”

“Isn’t it obvious,” grumbled Sirius, “Bones. Again. Am I wrong?” 

Remus was sure his cheeks had turned dark red at this comment. “No.”

Sirius grimaced. “See? Told you.” 

James laughed out loud. “Remus? In love? I never thought I’d see the day.” 

“Not in love,” Remus argued, trying to regain some of his dignity, “in….like, I suppose.” 

“Like...you want to shag her brains out, do you mean?” Peter chuckled. 

“Don’t be gross,” Remus tossed his book at Peter’s head, which unfortunately missed. “She’s funny, that’s all.” 

“Funny?” Said Sirius incredulously, “I’ve never heard her be funny.” 

“Have you ever even talked to her?” Remus frowned. He didn’t know why Sirius was being so nasty.

“‘Course I have,” Sirius muttered, “she seems boring if you ask me.” 

“Well, good thing no one asked you, then,” Remus snapped. He wasn’t interested in dealing with one of Sirius’ moods today. Amelia was a nice girl. She had a good heart and she cared about the things Remus cared about. Sirius was just jealous for whatever reason. 

Sirius jumped to his feet. “Well, if you’re going to blab on about her all night, I’m going to bed.” 

Remus rolled his eyes. “What, and deprive us of your pleasant company?” 

Sirius glared at him, then stomped off up the stairs. 

James stared after his friend. “What was that about?” 

“No idea,” Remus gestured to Peter for his book back, then went back to pretending to read in front of the fire. Really, if Sirius had a problem with Amelia, who cared. 

But he did care. 

--

The ground had frozen solid already, a sure sign that winter approached. Amelia had insisted that they study for their Herbology exam down by the black lake. He wasn’t sure why they had to be outside, but she’d lit a fire that floated several inches above the blanket she laid out for them which provided a buffer of warmth against the brisk wind. 

“Name the Kingdom, Order, and Family of Crataegus, give its common name, and list its magical properties,” Amelia recited from her textbook. 

Remus screwed up his face in concentration. 

“Let’s see...Crataegus, also known as Hawthorn, Kingdom is Plantae, Order is Rosales, and Family is Rosaceae. In ancient times Muggles believed the Hawhotrn had magical properties of rebirth and fertility, and Wizards use its elements in draughts to strengthen the heart,” He glanced at Amelia, “how’d I do?” 

“Brilliant,” she beamed, snapping her book shut. She stretched her legs so that her shoeless feet reached towards the Black Lake. “Let’s take a break, I’m exhausted.” 

“Up all night reading, were you?” he teased.

She tried her best not to smile, but the corners of her mouth gave her away. “If you must know… yes. I couldn’t put down our Transfiguration textbook.” 

Remus gaped at her. “Oh come on!” he laughed, “there’s being studious, and there’s being a bloody nerd!” 

She looked at him in disbelief. “Traitor! I would have thought you, of all people, would understand.” Something changed in her face when she said this. She seemed to grow softer, more earnest. She looked at him as if he were supposed to gain some greater understanding from her words. 

Remus laughed nervously. “Well, I like bloody nerds.” 

“Yeah?” she whispered. She drew closer to him by the second, her eyes boring into his. 

“Yeah,” he breathed. He knew what she wanted from him, and he was pretty sure he wanted it too. 

Their lips met across the space between them. Her skin was warm, and her lips moved naturally against his own. It was a nice feeling, and he kissed her back with interest. His stomach swooped when she gently tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. He lifted a hand to her cheek and rested it there, gently pulling her closer. 

--

“You WHAT?” 

Remus did not look up from his book. “We kissed. Alright?” 

James stared at him open-mouthed. “How!” he howled, like a child who had a toy taken away by a fed-up parent, “how are you the first one to kiss a girl of the four of us? You’re afraid of girls!” 

“Apparently not,” Remus grinned despite himself. It was true, he’d never been a flirt. But it seemed that James’ strategy of annoying girls until they liked him hadn’t quite paid off yet. 

“And how was it?” Sirius barked across the room from his spot on his four-poster. He still had that strange, hard edge to his voice. He’d been that way for a few weeks now. 

Remus shrugged. “It was nice.” 

“Just nice?” cried Peter, who looked like he was about to explode, “Come on, we need more than that!” 

Remus thought back to the moment down by the lake. “It was...unexpected.” 

“Was it everything you’d ever dreamed of?” Sirius drawled in a bored voice. 

Remus shot him a dirty look. “And if it was?” 

Sirius scoffed. “I doubt it.” 

“Look,” Remus said angrily, “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m sick of this. You’ve been sulking around me for weeks. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, or-”

“Jealous?” Sirius’ eyes flashed with anger, “you think I’m jealous of her?” 

Remus faltered. “No,” he stammered, “I meant-” 

But Sirius cut him off. “Of course, I didn’t mean,” he took a breath, “I just don’t want you lording it over the rest of us, alright? That you’ve got a girlfriend, or whatever. Us Marauders have more important things to think about.” And with that, Sirius tore the hangings around his bed closed with a huff. 

Remus stared at the spot Sirius had been feeling shaken. What had Sirius meant, “you think I’m jealous of her?” 

“Let him sleep it off, mate,” James said uneasily, glancing at the closed hangings around his friend’s bed, “he’s just in a mood.” 

“Fuck off, James,” Sirius called from out of sight. 

James sighed, threw Remus one more apologetic look, then began to get ready for bed. 

Remus sat quite still for a moment. Just minutes ago he could think of nothing but Amelia. Now, Sirius filled his brain. They fought so rarely, it was hard to believe that his kiss with Amelia had made Sirius so angry. After a while, Remus realized he was the last boy awake in the dormitory. Confused and upset, he got to his feet and turned out the light.

[drpsyche]

Sunrises

For @lapamedotweek 

Day 4 (Free Day)

Word Count: 2020

The gang goes back to the Moon Base and watch the sun come up.

   Moon Base

           With a roar, the pink teleportation portal opened up and Lion and the Gems came flying out. The impressive trip had once again taken its toll on Lion and he lay down for a rest, his passengers disembarking from his fur.

           “Sunrise is in 45 minutes,” Garnet said, “Best get prepared.”

           “Are we gonna finally find out what the big glowy ball is?” Steven asked.

           “Another time,” Pearl said.

           Amethyst pulled a picnic basket from Lion’s fur, and Pumpkin tumbled out with it, barking happily. Lapis hopped out and took to the air, the only gem unaffected by the reduced gravity. Peridot and Connie disembarked as well, Connie gently patting Lion on the head.

           “Take a break big guy,” she said.

           Upon accessing some of Homeworld’s data logs that Peridot decoded, they’d taken another visit up to the Moon Base. There were a few issues that they’d wanted to sort out; a few programs that needed to be disabled. None of it was an imminent danger, but it was always good to stay on the safe side. Garnet had suggested they make a trip out of it, let the kids watch the sun come up from behind the Earth. Connie was particularly excited, eager to see something so natural from such a different vantage point.

           “So, P, what exactly are we trying to do?” Amethyst asked Peridot as they ascended the stairs, Connie and Steven taking advantage of the low gravity to have some fun.

           “Some basic issues,” Peridot said, “The base comes with a powerful self-destruct that not only would prevent it from falling into enemy hands, but also damaging the moon so badly it would knock it from Earth’s gravity and send it on an orbital decay, causing it to crash into the planet and set off an extinction level event. The impact and resulting tremors would kill billions but the ensuing dust storm from all the debris kicked off would block the sun out, killing all plantae life forms, destabilizing the food web and killing any and all organic life.”

           “What?!” Steven yelled from up ahead.

           “I thought you said this was only a minor thing!” Connie yelled down at them.

           “It is!” Peridot shouted back, “The detonation switch was deactivated, we’re just trying to nullify the mechanism itself. The power stored here would just be trapped in the core, leading to a meltdown. Kind of like when Garnet threw her… er disabled the ship from a while back, except on a much larger scale.”

           Peridot had cut the sentence and tried rephrasing it, not wanting to bring up Jasper with Lapis around. Amethyst observed that the blue gem didn’t even react; maybe Peridot was overly cautious, maybe Lapis just hid it well.

           “It’s nothing to worry about,” Pearl said, composed as ever, “Peridot and I will fix it. You just have fun watching the sun come up.”

`           “So this thing was set to blow all along and we just let it hang over us?” Amethyst asked.

           “Seems to be,” Garnet said, “This was a last resort and wasn’t documented on the records we had. Seems to be something the engineers jury rigged in case of losing the war.”

           “I figured something like this would happen,” Peridot said, smug at having the foresight, “It was either a self-destruct, or the base was a giant laser. We had a few of those in the military, Emerald would commission them: ELE class weaponry. It’s how we won the war against Alternia.”

           “So, what’s the plan?” Steven called from his spot floating above them.

           “I’ll reexamine the command console and make sure the subroutines to detonate the base are deactivated,” Pearl said.

           “And I’ll rewire the core so that in case of buildup, the excess power will be released before it goes critical,” Peridot said.

           Lapis flew up and grabbed both Connie and Steven, pulling them easily with her in the zero-gravity room.

           “You guys just hang out and wait for the sun to come up,” she said, “They should be done by then.”

           Peridot and Amethyst departed at one of the floors, whilst Garnet, Pearl, and Pumpkin all continued up to the top. Lapis opted to fly the humans on ahead, enjoying the ease to which she could carry them, without having to worry about weight.

           At the top floor, Garnet sat on the command chair, Pumpkin happily jumping into her lap for some pets. Pearl went to the ruined control console and began picking through it; jury rigging the holoscreen back online. Connie was doing somersaults in midair, Lapis helping to prevent her from crashing into anything.

           “Do you think they would have done it?” Pearl asked.

           Garnet’s face didn’t change as she responded, “If they weren’t in such a hurry, I think they would have. If the Cluster failed, I’m sure Peridot would have been sent here next.”

           Pearl looked above them, to where Connie and Steven were playing Malcolm in the middle with Lapis and a Tennis ball; bouncing the ball against the top of the glass dome to keep it away from her.

           “Do you think she would have done it?” Pearl asked.

           “Back then, yes,” Garnet said, her voice even, “But now it’d be unthinkable to her.”

 Peridot and Amethyst approached the core; it’s bright yellow light bathing the room in an ominous glow.

“Core looks healthy,” Peridot said, walking over to a control panel.

“So, Peri… uh, what are you gonna do?” Amethyst asked.

“Just redirecting the power storage,” Peridot responded, “If it reaches a certain level, which I am lowering, the energy will be discharged from the top of the base as particles into space. Nothing too concentrated or focused. If the core surpasses that level and the energy cannot be released, it will be shut down and ejected. A failsafe for a failsafe.”

“That’s pretty smart Per.”

“Of course, it was, I thought of it.”

           Amethyst snickered at that, and leaned back against another piece of machinery, staring up at the glowing core.

           “You mention this was done before?” Amethyst asked.

           “Yes, ELE class weapons were deployed in a handful of conflicts,” Peridot said, her voice clipped and emotionless as she concentrated on her work, “A planet hit with the blast would soon have shock troopers deployed onto it. They could weather the severe dust storms and environmental damage, whilst the natives would not.”

           “Sounds harsh.”

           “Gem military was harsh.”

           “You miss it?”

           Peridot paused at the question. Had she been asked earlier, Peridot would have guessed the question was a trap, meant to tease out any previous loyalties to the empire. Amethyst wouldn’t do that though.

           “I miss… people. There was a Zircon I was fond of, some coworkers I liked. Other than that, it was thankless hours, unsafe working conditions, and Jasper. So, no, things are infinitely better now.”

           “You’ve got us, right?” Lapis said, flying in through the doorway.

           “Decided to join us Laz?” Amethyst asked.

           Pearl’s almost done topside, and Steven’s trying to use the lack of gravity to spread mayonnaise on bread.

           “He’ll never do it,” Amethyst said, “You need pressure on that, you can’t just float it into space.”

           Peridot rolled her eyes. Human sustenance wasn’t interesting to her, at least until she learned about digestion; then it was just disgusting.

           “I think Pearl might be finished first,” Lapis said, a sly smile on her face, “She could be done before y-’

           “Done,” Peridot said, closing the holoscreen, and turning, a bigger smirk on her face. “And it was a harder job than Pearl’s.”

           “Peri always finishes first,” Lapis said.

           Amethyst snickered at that; Peridot got annoyed.

           “I’ll deep space you if you do that again,” she barked.

           “Relax Per,” Amethyst said, throwing an arm around her shoulder and laying a loud kiss on her cheek.

           Lapis alighted and patted Peridot on the head.

           “You did great,” she said, more sincerely.

           “Yeah, now there’s one less thing that could destroy the earth!” Amethyst said, “We just gotta worry about a hundred others.”

           Peridot groaned as the two whisked her out of the room.

           “A Crystal Gem’s job is never done,” Amethyst said.

           “Any new missions?” Lapis asked.

           “Operation sunrise,” Amethyst replied, “Followed by operation oddly-timed-breakfast.”

           “I guess sunrise does signal the first daily meal,” Peridot said.

           “Totally!” Amethyst said, “So Lap, you figured out the taste and digestion thing?”

           “I think so,” Lapis replied.

           “You’ll love it!” Amethyst said, “Eating food, breaking down food, expelling food and then doing it all with stuff that isn’t food. Garnet’s probably done it with Lava!”

           “It’s really really gross,” Peridot said, shivering, “I’m with Pearl on this one, no thank you. It’s not needed.”

           “Sleep isn’t needed,” Lapis said, “Doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable.”

           “Fine, fine,” Peridot grumbled, “Your snores sound cute anyway.”

           “Yeah, they do,” Amethyst said, thumping Lapis on the back.

           They arrived at the command module, the picnic blanket laid out and weighed down by Pearl and Garnet. Connie and Steven were gently touching down, eating sandwiches, and wearing some UV proof shades Garnet had procured. Pumpkin was in Pearl’s lap receiving pets. Amethyst was surprised to see Lion up there resting with his head in his paws. The effects of such a long-range teleport weren’t as fatiguing as they once were. He was getting better.

           “You guys made it!” Steven said, with a mouthful of sandwich, “Sun’s about to come up.”

           The three took their seats around the picnic blanket; Lapis seated with the the other two on either side, Amethyst handing Lapis a sandwich. Lapis bit into it, enjoying the taste sensations behind tomato, butter, turkey, and cheese.

           “It’s good,” she said, surprised, “Really, really good. Peridot, you really should try it.”

           Peridot rolled her eyes, and shifted herself a digestive system, one of the few things she could shift.

           “Fine fine,” she said, accepting another sandwich from Amethyst.

           “Hey, Lapis, watch this,” Amethyst said, crushing a juice box.

           The juice floated from the destroyed box, taking on a floating blob like form, which Amethyst took a bite of.

           “Take advantage of the gravity here,” she said, ‘chewing’ on the juice.

           Lapis manipulated the liquid over to herself and took a bite, noting the ease to which her teeth could cut through the fluid. Peridot began eating the sandwich she was given, the taste pleasant, but the feeling of foreign matter entering into her felt alien. And by god was she happy that was only in her head because if she said that aloud, Amethyst would violate Steven and Connie’s innocent ears with something awful.

           The group watched as the sun peaked out from behind the earth, it’s rays cutting across the blank reaches of space, unobstructed by air particles or clouds.

           “It’s so pretty,” Connie said, “Seeing the sun come up like this; only astronauts can see this in their lifetimes.”

           “I’ve seen the sun rise for millennia,” Pearl said, “But it’s always good to have a different viewpoint.”

           “This is so cool,” Steven said, grinning.

           Lion cracked an eye open to see what the commotion was, saw the sunrise, yawned, and went back to resting. Garnet smiled as the future vision of the sunrise came to pass and she got to watch it all over again.

           Amethyst continued to chew her food, leaning against Lapis. There was always something beautiful about her home, their home. Nothing could take this from them; not the armies, not the monsters, not the Diamonds themselves. This was what it was about, the little moments.

Peridot also leaned against Lapis, thinking her own thoughts. There would be more trials for them: six gems, a human, a Steven, a Pumpkin and a Lion against an empire. The future wasn’t easy, but to her there was hope; there was always hope.

Lapis stared at the sun. Small natural beauties were always worth a look; Steven had taught her that. Pearl was right, there was something special about a new spin on an everyday phenomenon. She wrapped her arms around the two gems leaning against her, happy that they were by her side.