You Make Me Live (Remus Lupin x Reader One-Shots)

God Save the Queen

(Ah, "God Save The Queen" by The Sex Pistols, England's real national anthem. Now, this is probably one of the latest dates I've started with so far - 1986, during the first West End run of Les Miserables. Now, I have no proof that any member of the royal family went to the Palace Theater at any time during this year, but this is all in fun anyway. So please enjoy a little bit of anti-establishment 80s Remus with me. Also, in honor of Grant's birthday, I've finally decided to fully include my favorite original character from ATYD, except for maybe Leo Ferox.)

"So, you're tellin' me," said Grant, doubled over and wheezing, "That your lot 'as a potion that can make you look like the Milk Snatcher?"

"Like anyone, really." Remus was rereading Twelfth Night and pretending to tune out of our conversation, as if anyone could. "You really shouldn't be telling him any of this."

"He already knows! So all I'd have to do is get some of her hair or something, not hard to sneak past Muggle security and get at a hairbrush, then I could just -"

"Moon the Queen!" interjected Grant, still bright red and sniggering.

"Or cluck like a chicken during a national address. Anything that would get her declared unfit for office."

"Remembering of course that this is all very, very illegal. Even in our world."

"What kind of Marauder are you?" I asked.

"What's all this 'your world' rubbish? Are you saying you wouldn't get Thatch chucked out of Number Ten if you could?"

"You know that's not what I'm saying. I just don't want you two doing something stupid and getting yourselves arrested."

"He's too used to James and Sirius," I stage whispered aside to Grant.

"That's probably not untrue."

"So, 'ave you two got any big plans for the weekend?" asked Grant, "'Absolute Beginners' is still showing, if you're up for it." Remus and I had always made Bowie movies something of a double date, sometimes triple if Sirius found out we were going. They would bring whichever of their friends or boyfriends were into it and we'd make an evening of it. But this weekend I had other plans.

"Actually, I bought Remus and I tickets to Les Mis at the Palace."

"What?!" Remus put his book down to stare at me incredulously.

"You said you'd been craving a date night!"

"I thought you meant a night in! Pasta and red wine! Music, movies that we don't have to worry about having curse words in them!"

"I thought you liked the theater!"

"It's all right. I like Shakespeare well enough, but a French musical?"

"It's not in French, Einstein, it's been translated. It's based on that book by Victor Hugo, remember?"

"When did I read this?"

"In fifth year! I lent it to you."

"Hang on. . that brick?!"

"That's the one!" I said cheerfully, Summoning the tea and toast that had been constructing itself for us in the next room.

"Y/n, you can't be serious - don't make a joke about Padfoot, I'm being as straightforward about this as I can. The man spent five pages describing the Paris sewer system, which may not have been too much had the entire book been set in the Parisian sewer system but it wasn't! What on earth makes you think I would want to sit through three hours of somebody singing about it?"

"But I already bought the tickets, and I'm really excited. Grant will go with me, won't you Grant?"

"Sorry, luv. If Remus'd be bored, I'd be in tears." He was perched in the armchair, not even suppressing his smile as he watched us bicker.