Under the Works [Remus Lupin - Marauders Era]
[Requested] When Y/N wants to join the Order of the Phoenix, Remus becomes a ball of overprotective anxiety. In the aftermath of a successful task, Remus’s worry comes to a head.
♥ A/N ♥
I know I’ve been slacking lately, but now I’m back and I’m trying my best to get through all my requests by the time school starts back. Tomorrow’s orientation, so I might turn in earlier than usual… because I really want my schedule. Putting that aside, I hope you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day!
♥ WARNINGS ♥
Swearing, Angst, Fluff
♥ WORD COUNT ♥
4. “Your smile could make Voldemort blush.”
Ever since Dumbledore had involved the troublesome Marauders of the Order of the Phoenix, it’s all they ever thought about. Remus knew that due to his “furry little problem” there would be a difficulty in finding a steady career, but with the Order, he’d be able to find a purpose without anyone needing to know of his condition. James, Sirius, and Lily wanted to join just for the sake of defeating Voldemort—but Remus, he thought of the possibility of being somewhere where he felt he belonged, along with his thoughts of being in a world without Voldemort. And Peter, well… the boy would follow James and Sirius bloody anywhere.
The only thing that could make the idea even the slightest bit fluctuating, or unappealing, was how Y/N L/N wanted to join along with him.
“Please, Remus,” she had said to him. “See this from my perspective: my bloody boyfriend and my best mates, all putting their lives on the line. Am I meant to sit back anxiously? Am I meant to be a coward?”
Remus had wrapped his arms around her, bringing her worming form into a comforting hug. His face was creased into lines, all filled with worry and anxiety. “Y/N, I don’t want you at risk,” he told her. He’d had countless nightmares already—ones with flashes of Voldemort, green light, and Y/N’s cold, lifeless face. He hadn’t ever mentioned them to her, out of fear that she’d laugh and call him mad for thinking like that. “I couldn’t stand for you to get hurt… or to bloody die.”
She quirked a smile at him, slowly relaxing in his arms. “Doubting my ability, Lupin?”
“We all know you could kick my bloody arse with one arm tied behind your back, love,” he grumbled, and relented without a bit of struggle as she pushed her plump lips onto his.
Today was a big day for Y/N, Sirius, and James. They would be going to infiltrate the Malfoy Manor to gather information. Considering that Y/N was from a prestigious Slytherin family, it gave her the advantage of being able to navigate through the halls and to know the Malfoys and most of the other Pureblood families like the creases in her palms. This made her the most suitable witch for the job—and Sirius and James hopped on board, at Remus’s very, very kindly-put request. Mad-Eye Moody and another Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt would be joining, to act as overseers. Bodyguards, more like it, but Remus would never say that directly to their faces.
Remus had been suffering from a stamina withdrawal after the most-recent full moon, and though he insisted and insisted on going along with the group, the three Marauding participants demanded that he stay and rest. He’d been so restless ever since they departed on the mission, and though he knew his best mates and the love of his life could handle themselves in the face of such eminent danger, it still scared the bloody hell out of him. He didn’t doubt their abilities. No, he merely wanted them to not risk their lives just because of some sodding git calling himself Voldemort. The Order was full of Aurors and Healers and respectable Ministry-workers and so on, so forth—several men and women, all with potential and all with great chances at succeeding. Why did the people most important to him have to come along and join? Why couldn’t they just stay home and out of the line-of-fire, where they’d have the best chance to live in peace?
It had been over five hours since their departure, and Remus was sitting on the couch of the Order’s headquarters, several members bustling around and acting nonchalant while the young Marauder couldn’t stop rubbing his hands together. He was prone to feeling drained and stressed, but now—those words were mere understatements. It was basically like the aftermath of two full moons quadrupled, and even then there was still an underlying bit of underestimation.
He was twenty-years-old, yet it felt like he was suffering through gray hairs, wrinkles, and the like as he anxiously awaited his lifelines’ arrivals. It was pitiful and stupid for him to worry himself into an early grave, but Merlin, he couldn’t help himself.
A series of knocks came to the entrance of the headquarters, and Remus was the first one to the door. He slammed it open, and without giving a single bloody thought to the Order’s protocol of “security questions,” he pinpointed Y/N with his burning gaze and jerked her into a hug. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head at Remus’s antics, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. James and Sirius just gave the two bewildered looks before awkwardly shuffling around them, to find Lily and Dumbledore and give reassurances as well as information.
Mad-Eye Moody’s thunderous voice entered their vicinity, and his formidable form came tromping forward. He glared at the two, suddenly going slack-jawed in his conversation with Shacklebolt. “Security questions,” he spat.
Remus looked tentatively at Y/N. “What did you say to me when I first asked you on a date?” he asked her.
She smiled. “I told you, ‘About time, you bloody idiot,’ and you were shocked silly. I thought you’d gone mad,” she said, giving a slight giggle at the memory. She grew sterner when Moody’s eyes drilled holes in the side of her face. “Ahem… what did you get me for my sixteenth birthday?”
“A bouquet of daisies, and a scrapbook of us as a couple,” Remus said smilingly. Y/N nodded, and leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the mouth.
Mad-Eye muttered something about “blasted children” and stomped past them, Shacklebolt following after at a less-brisk pace. Remus and Y/N came slowly after, holding onto each other for dear life. Soon after they entered the headquarters, the door shut behind them with a loud slam.
Remus took his chances and began to skim his eyes over Y/N’s enrobed body. He was looking for the slightest bit of a flesh wound—even excess rubbish or ash. He was desperate to know if she truly was unharmed, or if she was hiding her pain just for his sake.
Y/N grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at her. “Remus,” she said softly, biting her lip once she noticed his wild, flickering eyes. She pressed a hand through his fringe, getting the stray hairs away from his lashes and brow. “I’m fine.”
Remus’s eyes flashed. “Don’t—don’t say that, Y/N,” he told her. “Things like that… they put your life in danger. You think Lily lays peacefully on the sofa when James leaves on missions? No. He doesn’t. And neither do I.”
“Remus, I can take care of myself.”
“But what if you’re cornered? What if the only person you have to depend on is yourself?”
Taken aback, Y/N’s lips pursed. A smile slowly made its way onto her face. “You’re so cute when you’re worried,” said Y/N teasingly.
Remus’s head fell forward onto her shoulder. Y/N could feel the knots and stiffness in his back, the firm grip he had on her waist. He’s just looking out for you, Y/N thought.
“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his bottom lip quivering.
She shook her head, pressing multiple kisses to his head. Her heart panged with realization. It hurt so very much to think of Remus’s fears and doubts—the way he became even more haunted when his best mates and girlfriend left off to do something dangerous.
“I’m a Slytherin, Remus,” she told him, trying to even out the tension between them. “We’re known to be cunning… we’re known to be snakes dressed as mice. You know that; that’s why you became interested in me in the first place. Why are you so afraid, Remus? And besides… you’re pretty invincible yourself. Your smile could make Voldemort blush.”
Remus shrugged against her. “You’re so… good, Y/N. You’re too good. They could change that,” he said into her shoulder, his breathing ragged. “I don’t… I don’t want that.”
“If I can handle a werewolf in bed, I can handle the whole load of Voldemort’s army,” teased Y/N, making sure her voice was low to avoid the affronted looks of nearby Order members.
Remus snapped his head up, face automatically turning a bright red. “Y/N, bloody hell!”
They were going to be okay. Y/N knew they were going to be okay.
She’d make sure of it.