Evan Peters Drabbles

Prompt #22 (James Patrick March [AHS] x Reader)

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

*Set in the 1920's, prior to James' death*

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Even though James was a killer, he wasn't always stone cold. Well, at least with you, he wasn't. With you, he had two identities: James March, the serial killer & James March, your husband. When he was around you, he never let the two mix. He was sure to remain your husband, never bringing up his latest kill or victim around you, which you were incredibly thankful for. You didn't want to constantly be reminded of the fact that your husband was a serial killer; the media did enough of a job with that.

The best part was when it was just the two of you, James was the most loving & silliest person. He was a very proper man, but around you, he cut loose a little & let his silly side show. This was your favorite side of his, when he was just with you, being ridiculous & loving. Since you'd married him, you'd seen his silly side more often & you were extremely thankful for that.

Except for today.

Today, you were wishing his silly side wasn't so prominent because he had convinced you to do one of the stupidest things in existence: take dancing lessons.

You absolutely despised dancing. You had no sense of rhythm whatsoever & had no balance nor coordination. You couldn't do a simple leg movement without falling on our your ass and/or looking like a complete idiot, but James didn't care. He considered all of those reasons as nothing but excuses. So, after so much arguing & bickering, he finally got you to give in & agree.

This is why you were currently in a ballroom, wearing some bigass poofy outfit & James was dressed in his usual formal attire with his hands along your waist. As the instructor continued to teach, you leaned closer into his ear, whispering angrily, "I can't believe you talked me into this."

He smirked, "Watch your tone, Dear," he chided.

You growled lowly in his ear, "I swear to God..."

He chuckled, "Now now, Darling, let's not be rash."

"I'll show you rash," you grumbled, causing him to roll his eyes. He knew how much you hated dancing, but there was nothing he wanted more than to be able to share a dance with you. Even at your wedding, you didn't really dance with him much, & that really hurt him. He just wanted one, real dance with you, even if it meant irritating you into oblivion. You, of course, had no idea about this since he never told you, but James was definitely going to be forced to tell you the true purpose & intent of these dancing lessons if your attitude problem continued.

"Step forward, then back, then pull your partner close!" the instructor said. You sighed as you & James followed the step commands in sync before he pulled you into his chest, "Now, one partner does a half turn," you turned halfway, your back now to James' chest. You could feel his body press closer as he brushed a gentle kiss to your throat, "Now, both partners lift their hands up above them & twirl your partner!" You both followed instructions & Jmaes gently twirled you. When you stopped, he suddenly dipped you down & you grabbed onto him tightly in surprise. He just smirked softly at you while you glared at him, "That's it, students! Look at the Marches. Excellent work, you two!" James grinned as he gently pulled you back up into a standing position. He returned a hand to your hip as he held your hand in the other & the lesson continued.

The two of you continued dancing for over an hour & your legs were absolutely killing you. You still had no clue where you would even end up using the newly learned dancing skills. James didn't invite you to his annual Hallows Eve Bash & the Hotel barely hosted balls anymore. It was just a waste of time & money & you didn't understand why James was wasting so much of both.

After the lesson ceased, you changed out of your gigantically poofy outfit & changed into some more casual clothes. You & James decided to walk home, since the day was lovely & the Cortez was close by. The walk was silent for the most part, until James suddenly asked, "Would you ever wish to marry me again?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean marry you again? I don't believe it's possible to marry the same individual twice without getting a divorce first."

He chuckled, "I meant as in a vow renewal, Darling," he smiled, "Our ten year anniversary is quickly approaching & I thought it would be delightful to recreate our vows & Reception."

You smiled, "That's quite a lovely & romantic plan, James," he smiled back, "I would love to marry you again."

His smile widened, "Splendid! Why, I couldn't be more pleased with that response," you laughed at his obvious excitement. You continued walking in silence once more, your brain slowly & unconsciously connecting the pieces together, making you stop in your tracks.

"Oh my!" James turned to look at you, his brow furrowing in confusion, "James, did you plan all of this--the dance lessons & the vow renewal--just so you could dance with me?"

He grinned deviously, "Beautiful & sharp. I knew there was a valid reason why I married you."

You smiled sadly at your husband, feeling guilty, "James, why didn't you tell me? I would have been less crotchety about it."

He raised a finger, moving it side to side in a "no-no-no" gesture & tsked, "If I had given you revelation of my plans, it would not have been a surprise, my Dear," he grinned, "and you do know how greatly I enjoy surprises."

You laughed, "I'm afraid that after your proposal, I know that fact very well."

He smiled, "Very good," you leaned over & kissed your husband gently once you stood just outside the entrance of the Cortez. He returned your kiss & pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your lower back, "I hope you are also aware of my extreme affection & love towards you."

You grinned, "I do believe I have a fairly good idea, yes," he smirked & kissed you once more before pulling away & pecking your nose. He opened the door for you & ushered you inside. You thanked him with a smile, but it immediately fell when you felt his cane teasingly smack your behind. You gasped & turned to look at him, "James Patrick March! Where are your manners?"

He grinned & leaned close to your ear, whispering, "I'm afraid my gentlemanly demeanor tends to fade when I am in the presence of a ravishing creature, like yourself."

You shuddered softly, biting your lip, "Well, then, why don't you you shed your clothes like your demeanor & take me to bed?"

His smirk widened, "I'd be happy to, Darling," & with that, the two of you made it upstairs to the bedroom you shared, discussing the wedding plans as you cherished each other's bodies.