AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

The Stage Is Yours

You arrived at the Hotel after a month or two. The whole time you were rehearsing and performing, you were thinking of James. He couldn't come and see you perform because he was dead.

You secretly hoped they would record a performance whenever you auditioned for plays. So you decided to stop feeling disappointed when the audience didn't have a camera somewhere. Thankfully, a photographer always did rehearsal photos. That meant you could print them out and show them all to James.

Every single time, you heard "I would love to see you on a stage, my dear." And "I love your performances, my love." It made you just smile, and it helped you with every performance you did. But leaving him for so long at a time both made you upset.

"I don't want to leave you again my darling." You mentioned, laying next to James. He had his arm around you and he was looking down at you with a smile. There were rehearsals for an adaptation of Twelfth Night by Shakespeare. Your current favourite play. In the auditions, you were hoping to be Olivia but got cast as Viola. Both main characters, and you were happy with one of the main parts anyway. "Twelfth Night is a decently long play."

James nodded, his silence was solemn. He wished to see you on a stage. The stage was where he felt you belonged. His undead heart always broke at the feeling of not seeing you where you belonged. But James just kissed your cheek and smiled at you eventually. "I'm happy for you my dear, I hope to see one of your performances soon."

That's when you smirked, got up and turned on the new TV that you put in James' room. He denied it for ages until you let him keep it. The only time he watched it was when you were at the hotel and you wanted to uh, Netflix and chill. James never understood that until you straight up said to him, "We're going to watch a movie or two then fuck."

But this time it was to show him something different rather than modern TV shows. Your last performance was a show called "Hay Fever" and you got the main part of Sorel. A young woman who is the daughter of the two other main parts. It had been your favourite part so far, apart from your Shakespeare roles. Shakespeare was where you shined. You weren't sure if James had heard of Hay Fever, but you had a feeling since it was written in the 1920s.

"what are you going to show me my bird?" James asked, sitting up and watching you go through your phone. You held a finger up in front of his face to shut him up, and then you cast a YouTube upload of Hay Fever you were in onto the TV.

Immediately, James was entranced by the play. Every minute or so, you heard "That's lovely dear." Or a laugh, or, "Oh look my darling, you look so radiant." He sprinkled in so many praises and compliments for you, making you feel incredibly red. "This play feels so full with your character my sweet bird."

Soon enough, the play was finished and you stopped it. You looked over to James who immediately picked you up. He spun you around and kissed every single part of your blushing face. The smile he gave you was rare, and it was like the dark aura of the hotel was brought up.

It felt odd to the people who walked past James' room, but they shrugged it off, not wanting to question the dead serial killer.

Meanwhile, he kept pressing kisses to your face and hugging you close. "I love you, James."

"I love you so much my sweet hummingbird."