A snapshot into the life of Marauders!Era James x Reader
This is ridiculously cheesy and cute and romantic and I can't believe I just wrote it. There's teeny tiny bits of NSFW so beware of that <3
Life with James is waking up first, jumping at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist from behind while you're distracted making cups of tea. He smells salty and mellow like the pavement after a storm. His arms are always exposed to the elbows where his thick, sailor sweaters or old, cottony button downs are rolled up and wrinkled.
You know his reputation, but behind closed doors he's an avid reader. He holds you in his lap in your oversized loveseat, your legs tangled together, and absently pulls at the ends of your hair while you're both lost in fictional worlds. When you've just come home from work, you often find him at the kitchen counter, perched on one of the stools with his bare legs angled awkwardly so his socked feet rest on the other. Standing in the doorway, you'll watch him bite his thumbnail, brow furrowed in concentration and eyes bleary behind his glasses. You love the way his dark hair curls into his face when it's long, forcing him to push it back and causing him to notice you. The smile that spreads across his face is a drug you'd happily stay addicted to forever.
On the difficult nights, the ones where he stays out too late and you sit in your worry with your stomach tangled in knots so that you can't help but scream at him when he comes home plastered and stumbling - even on those nights, you're so desperately in love with each other. So in love you end up with your legs wrapped around his shoulders while he silently apologises with his tongue and you accept in sighs and screams.
When you feel lost, he's always there to guide you back to him. Stuck in your bedroom and refusing his company, you hope beyond hope he'll give up on you. He never does. You apologise with him in your arms, his nose buried in your neck and your fingers running through his hair while you take him inside you and will that he can understand how much you desperately don't want him to leave. Ever.
There are games nights with Remus and Sirius, the four of you sipping hard liquor and encouraging each other to drink so much you can't help but hosting everyone overnight. You and Remus always tease James, making a game of sneaking cheeky kisses and sexual innuendos until he refuses to let go of you the rest of the night and you know you're in for the time of your life once the boys are gone.
For James, life with you is everything he ever could have hoped for. He can't imagine a world without you. Cheeks flushed and hair ruffled, James steadies himself as his eyes scan for you seated inside the restaurant you'd found together and loved together for the past four years. He takes a deep breath and fumbles with the ring box in his pocket one last time before opening the door and stepping in....
