▪︎ AHS Imagines ▪︎

♡James~Mystery♡

Imagine: You're feeling stressed, so James puts together something nice for you and him to do together.

***Someone said I should make a fluffy JPM imagine, I'm not to great at doing that especially with crazy, neurotic characters... so I tried really hard... I'm sorry if it sucks
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Your POV-
Tense: Present

It was a hard week. Everything about taking care of this hotel was hard and annoying. Though James was the original owner, and then technically Will Drake bought it, and even after that it was Iris and Liz's, they still didn't know what they are doing.

Though I've been dead just as long as James, I still help out. The hotel is my home and I will do everything I can to keep it open. I help clean, cook, get drinks, I help at the front counter, I show people there rooms and even give room service... I pretty much do whatever I can, whenever I can.

After a long, hard, and exhausting day, I head back to the room I share with the original owner, my husband, James Patrick March. I speed walk there because I just want to hug and kiss him... and I also want to sleep. Yes, ghosts don't need sleep, but is it nice? Yes. I knock on the door lightly and hear James say, "Come in."

I open the door and see that the lights are dimmed and candles are lit. The room is warm, very hot actually, but it's comforting. Not to mention, the room smells amazing from all of the candles.

"What's this?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at James who's just smiling at me oddly.

"You've been doing so much, I thought I would thank you." He smiles and grabs my hand lightly, kissing it. "Come, dance with me, my dear, just like we did when we were still alive."

"Well that was an awful long time ago." I groan. "And I don't understand why you, of all people, are acting like this."

"Because I care for you and all of the hard work you've done. Now, come." As usual, I listen to him. That's what I always do because I trust him. He takes me into his arms and dances with me around the room. Not for long though. Instead of dancing, I just have my arms wrapped around him and I hold him tighter than I've ever held him. We move ever so slowly.

I keep my head down on his chest, with my eyes closed. James hums the tune of the record he's playing. At this point he knows all of the songs because of how many times he's listened to them. As we slow dance, back and forth, around and around, he let's go of my hand and begins stroking my hair.

I feel myself begin to doze off because of how tired I am. Before I can fall asleep, James walks me over to the bed, lying me down, and covering me up. He laughs a bit, but I don't say anthing... I don't have the energy to. He sits down at the edge of the bed, just staring at the wall.

Oh, how that man is a mystery...

I watch him take off his sock and shoes, and then my eyes get even heavier. I blink once or twice before closing my eyes fully and falling asleep with a big smile on my face... I couldn't be happier and I don't want a thing to change.