#jamespatrickmarch

Dead Serious

Pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: female!reader, stalker!James, creepy!James, creeper actions, sulking, jealousy, mentions to violence and murder

Word Count: 809

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest!!!! Hello lovely! I kind of combined them both and twisted them a little. I hope you enjoy this and that it's what you wanted. Thank you so much for all the support and love! Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Summary: James can't help but shoot his shot after watching you from the shadows for weeks.

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You'd been sulking all night, sitting at the bar as you watched Donovan flit around the party. He stayed close to the Countess' side, kissing her more often than you wanted to see. Donovan had been the first to formally introduce himself to you, and try to make friends, but it didn't take long to realize he was off-limits.

James watched you from afar, as he had been since the beginning of your three-week stay at the Hotel Cortez. He'd been too afraid to reveal himself to you yet, but he'd banned all ghosts from touching you. More often than not, James found himself often contemplating the reality of killing Donovan each time he saw your puppy eyes following the immortal man. It made him sick and angry and, dare he say, upset. The uncertainty of his emotions was the exact reason that James had stuck to watching you like a stalker over the past two and a half weeks.

Queen of My Pitiful Soul - James Patrick March | EN-US (on Wattpad)

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Word Count: 338 (it’s a shortie)

Summary: you and James are trying to pick names for your newborn child.

Warnings: FLUFFY, mentions about childbirth

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A/N: this is my first story so hopefully I will improve from this 😊. Send me some ideas!

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It was peaceful, the hotel was rarely quiet. After the birth of me and James’s daughter, our home was hush. I couldn’t say the same for during the delivery. It put The Cortez into chaos. The screams and wails from the room 64 put the hotel’s guests and staff off guard. But now that it’s was over, I had to focus on names. “How about Maisie.” I suggested. James shoke his head. “No Darling. She is not a Maisie.” James sighed. We have been at this for hours. “This is harder than I thought it was gonna be.” I held her close to me and kissed her forehead. “It will be worth it my dear.” He purred into my ear laying kisses on temple. I shifted so I could snuggle closer to him. “How about Charlotte.” He whispered in his smooth glossy accent. “Hmmmmm.” I hesitated, I had a friend named Charlotte who turned out to be a fake bitch. “Not Charlotte. I’ll explain later” I groaned, this is gonna take forever. “Are you losing hope already darling?” His piercing brown eyes bore into mine. “Her name has to be perfect, I want our beautiful baby girl have a suiting name.” I admitted. “Oh (y/n), she will. We will indeed discover one.” He murmured. At that a soft cry arised from the soft baby blanket from Liz. “Oh she’s awake.” I smiled happily. I cooed her and rocked her. “How about Alice.” The way James said it made me latch on to the name like a koala would do to it’s mothers back. She opened her dark brown eyes, like her fathers. “Alice.” I repeated. I looked into James love filled eyes “it’s perfect.” I whispered. “I promise to love you and protect you forever. Alice.” James swore. He gently dove down kissed her check. I could feel the tears in my eyes. I pressed forward and stole a very passionate kiss from James. This was the start of a new family, one that would last for eternity. (Sorry it’s so short. I hope you enjoyed!)

This is my first imagine of almost all of Evan’s AHS characters. It’s not smutty but I plan on writing some of that in the future. I did not include Rory/Edward because these are super stereotypical of the characters and I wasn’t sure on how I wanted to write them at the moment but I wanted to go ahead and put this one out here to get started. I know Evan and Tate’s aren’t as long or in depth as the others but I will work on those as well. THIS PROBABLY SUCKS BUT WHO CARES I ENJOY EXPRESSING MYSELF AND EVEN THOUGH I DON’T ACTUALLY THINK IT SUCKS, IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER WHEN I SAY IT DOES AND THEN PEOPLE SAY IT DOESN’T bitch don’t act like you don’t do the same thing aaye. Anyways, enjoy this! Also, peep the aggression at the end of Kai’s because that’s the kind of shit I live for.

Evan - That morning you both had decided to walk down to the local coffee shop and grab something to drink before starting a day of shooting more episodes of AHS Season 8. You were waiting in line looking at the different displays of cupcakes, muffins, and breads as you heard your order number being called. You grabbed the drinks and sat down at the little table next to the window. He began stirring his iced coffee with his finger since he was too lazy to get up and retrieve one from the front. You rolled your eyes as he began to talk about the upcoming part he had to play. "So Ryan told me I should maybe act more cynical for the part but I don't know, I feel like the character would want to be hyp-", he suddenly stopped and looked up at you when you slowly sucked the finger he had stirred his coffee with. You looked at him through innocent eyes, though it was far from that. "Carry on.", you muffled as you continued to lick and suck his finger. He couldn't catch his breath and began looking around for paparazzi and you laughed.

Tate - He busted through your bedroom door and jumped onto your bed while you were laying down listening to music. You weren't in a bad mood but you did want to relax and enjoy the drumming sounds of Nirvana playing all around you. Tate waited a few minutes until he got bored and wanted your attention. "I know we have a lifetime in this house, but I really want to talk to you now.", he whined. You just giggled and continued to listen to the music. He exaggerated a sigh and started poking you in the face. You became playfully aggravated so you grabbed his hand and stuck his pointer and middle finger in your mouth. You laughed around his fingers as he let out a gasp of surprise.

Kit - He had come home from a long day at the shop and you wanted to make him feel special. And what better way to do that than by making him a homemade chocolate cake! You had just finished frosting it when he opened the front door. He dragged his feet into the kitchen and smiled when he smelled the sweet treat. He rested his chin on your shoulder and swiped a bit of frosting from the cake and laughed. You turned around and swatted at his chest, giggling. You then stood on your tippy toes and licked his frost-covered finger. He was surprised at first but then raised an eyebrow as he pushed more of his finger against your tongue. You sucked his finger until all of the frosting was gone.

Kyle (pre-death) - You arrived at the frat party pretty late in the game so almost everyone was already fucked up. You left your two friends, who were already grinding on some guys you didn't know, and found some tequila. You grabbed a shot glass and a lime wedge but you couldn't find the salt. "Looking for this?", you heard a voice say behind you. You turned around and saw a member of the fraternity holding the margarita salt, wearing a innocent grin. You tilted your head and winked as you gently lifted his finger to your mouth and licked it. Quickly, you dripped it into the salt and pulled it back out. You grabbed your shot of tequila and line wedge and then whispered "cheers". You sucked on his salty finger and then threw back the shot. You began walking away, now chewing on the lime, and glanced back over your shoulder. You say him dazed as he just stood there in the frat house kitchen wondering who you were.

Kyle (Post-death) - As you slipped inside Kyle's room, you could still here Madison and Zoe screaming at each other about who he actually belonged to in the other room. They always did this - they would start one by one trying to make Kyle choose who he wanted more sexually. But how could he choose when he had no sense of anything after he came back from the dead. He would start to spaz out while Madison and Zoe left him high and dry. You saw him sitting on the end of his bed looking down. You softly stepped in front of him and dropped to your knees. He looked away from his pants and stared at you. You smiled and grabbed his right hand. "I would never leave you like that if I were Zoe or Madison.", you said before placing his middle finger in your mouth. He opened his mouth and made a incoherent noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and a gasp. You were determined to finish what the two girls had started.

Jimmy - "Head to your seat folks, the show will start in 5 minutes!", you heard Jimmy say into the backstage microphone. You had attended the freak show for the first time 3 years ago and had loved every second of it. Especially Jimmy, he was so fascinating to you. You loved his personality, his good looks, his dedication and loyalty to his friends and family, and you really loved his hands. But even after 3 years, he was still nervous to go on stage and perform with them. "What if I screw up and drop the ball? What if they are disgusted and repulsed? What if they start ma-", you stopped him dead in his tracks by taking his hand and shoving his morphed pointer and middle finger in your mouth. It was a lot to hold but you closed your eyes and moaned against it. The tip of his middle finger hit the back of your throat and you gagged as you looked up at his face through your eyelashes. He had turned red and bashful as you released his hand and winked at him. "Screw them, baby. I love you and your hands and there is nothing I would ever change about you. Now, get out there and show them what you are working with!", you shouted as you heard the applause of the show starting. He walked out on stage and turned back around to you. He smiled and laughed because he knew he had found the best person in the world to be with.

James - You and James had a love/hate relationship ever since he killed you 4 years ago. It all started as an actual kill on his part just for the hell of it. You had stopped by the hotel for just one night as you were making your way across the country on a road trip. You wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of life and intended on ending at the coast of California. "I need a room for just one night, preferably the cheapest you have - I'm down to the last few dollars from this trip.", you said exhausted. "Well, we have a great deal for you! We have a room half priced tonight.", a grey haired lady, who's name tag read Iris, said. "Great, I'll take it!", you smiled. "Room 64 dear, up the stairs to the left.", she said already turning her attention back to adjusting the keys for the other rooms. You practically ran up the stairs and found room 64. You jumped and slammed your body onto the king sized bed and closed your eyes. You wanted to sleep as much as you could before finishing the final few hours of your trip the next day. As you tried to fall asleep, you could vaguely hear a drink being poured in the corner of your room. You sat up on your bed and screamed when you saw a man dressed in a nice suit with a pencil mustache. "Oh dear, don't be frightened.", he said shaking his head. He gulped his strong drink and slammed it down on the table, shattering it to pieces. He mischievously laughed as he walked towards you, pulling out a knife. You were frozen in a trance. He grabbed you by the throat and slammed your head back into the bed. He brought the knife to your chest just above your heart. He drug the knife across the skin and your blood oozed out. He swiped the red liquid on his finger and rubbed it against your lips. "It's the perfect shade of red for you, don't you think darling?", he cooed. You, not really understanding his game, licked your lips and popped his finger in your mouth, sucking the rest of the blood off. "Yes, I think it is.", you said smiling, showing your blood stained teeth. James only stared back with a hint of a smile before he kissed you. As you felt the rush of his tender kiss, you also felt the pressure and sting of the knife he jabbed into your heart. As everything went black, you heard him whisper, "I'll see you on the other side, my dear."