Evan Peters Drabbles

Just My Luck (James Patrick March [AHS] x Reader) [Part 1]

REQUESTED: 1-2 part fic where the reader is the newest maid of the Hotel Cortez & James has taken interest in you. He later shows himself to you & explains how he's dead. After he explains everything, he could use his line he once said, "You look like you could use a drink." Then a couple weeks have gone by of you both falling for each other?

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You didn't think too much of your newest job, but you truly loved the Hotel Cortez. The decor was immaculate & beautiful, the other employees & long-time residents were hilarious & fun to be around, & there was always something weird and/or excited happening, each & every night. Your work place was never boring, even though you were just a maid. It was full of gossip & scandal, the kind of things people only whispered about in small company or talked about on the news for days. Unbenounced to you, things were going to get even more exciting & weird.

Especially weird, but that's just how Mr. March liked it.

He had spent the first few months of your employment watching you clean. Something about the way you moved & worked, hesitantly yet gracefully, intrigued him. How you were so quiet & focused on whatever it was you were cleaning & how dedicated you were to your work reminded James of himself, back when he was still killing, & anything that reminded him of the "good ol' days" always made him smile.

He was also entranced by your beauty. You were beautiful in the way that you truly dazzled in simplicity. You weren't of an extravagant nature, didn't wear flashy clothes or movie star make-up, & didn't attempt to make a show of yourself. Your beauty was entirely natural & effortless & that was what really struck James. The way you made a maid's garb look like something off the Paris runway put a mischievous smile on his face.

James had been watching & waiting for the right moment to finally introduce himself, but even after so many months, he still didn't feel that it was time just yet. You were still adjusting to the new place, getting acquainted with the other employees & visitors, & even still learning certain things about the Hotel, including the fact that the laundry shoot wasn't actually for laundry & you were never to open it, among many other bizarre requests.

So James continued to marvel you from afar, making sure that no one else was making googly eyes at his newest maid. He would protect you from the other souls in the house who meant to do you harm as well as some of the scummy hotel patrons who had unpleasant fantasies & sometimes words towards you. He would always take care of you, even if you didn't accept him when he would finally reveal himself to you & tell you the truth.

Finally, one awful night, James decided it was time. You were just about to clock out for the night & check into your room, 63, when the Countess appeared, visibly furious. You didn't think for a moment that her source of rage could have been you, but once her sharp hand came into contact with your cheek, you knew you had done something wrong.

"You stupid, stupid maid! You can't even wash clothes properly!" she was holding up one of her astonishing dresses that you had washed for her earlier, sparkling with brilliance, but apparently, not with as much brilliance as it did prior to the wash, "This is silk & pure diamonds; it can not be washed in a normal cycle. It has to be washed with my delicates. How could you possibly not know that?!" she went on for several minutes, barking about how stupid you were & that she was going to cut your pay as recompense for ever so slightly ruining her dress. You kept your head down & listened to her banter until she sent you upstairs to your room. You were quick to do as she said, closing the door behind you & locking it as all the emotions you had pent up during her squabble came pouring out of your irises. You were luckily a quiet crier, so no one else in the hotel could hear you, but James saw you.