. ୨⎯ there is a crack in everything⎯୧ Lilith Morana could never claim to be a pacifist. Though for most of her life, she would have liked to. One way or another, she'd been fighting since the day she was born and she'd fight until the day she died. When she moved away from her family, it was at the end of her senior year. With forced bloody hands, she left and hasn't stopped running since. Ten years later, unfulfilled and angry at the world, she finally returns. Hoping to end the blight of the Morana family on the earth, with no exceptions. Arriving at the Hotel Cortez with the intent of waging her war on neutral ground, Lilith finds much more than she bargained for. The world has never been what it seemed and she's going to need to find a new place to take the last life. However, the last thing she expected in her fatal endeavours was the help of a smooth talking, century old aristocrat by the name of James Patrick March. . ୨⎯ that's how the light gets in⎯୧ ୨⎯ "You're the first sign of light I've seen in decades." ୨⎯"Funny. From where I sit, all I see are shadows." ୨Formerly titled Absinthe ୧ ୨Highest Rankings: #3: AHS, #6: AmericanHorrorStory

twenty year old anastasia thompson is taking a well deserved vacation from her new york home to the lovely beaches of california. after arriving, she begins to create connections with those inside her hotel. one of them is james patrick march; the captivating, alluring man straight out of the 1930's. unbeknownst to anastasia, he is a serial killer ghost, forced to lurk the hallways for forever. will her innate kindness and love be enough to protect her from the horrors that lurk within the hotel? and what will become of those she grows close with? what if they, themselves, are the horrors? tw for sa, violence

- a love like ours could never die as long as i have you near me - 〢where a psychotic teen falls in love with a girl who just wants to feel.〢 tate langdon x oc american horror story: murder house au

It was a peculiar, sweet torture for James - the tug of war between taking your body right there, the cherished screams you would release until he would eventually squeeze your windpipe shut, and the desire to wait, to take more than your body - your very soul. Slow Burn [ James March x Reader ]