AHS Imagine - Hotel Cortez Part 2.
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Your mother always assured you that one day you would fall in love, she would say that there was something that brought people together,
“It’s like a puzzle piece my darling, one piece fits with its match…that’s how our hearts work, and that’s what love is”
As a child, you would sneak from your mother’s sight and head towards the streets, sitting on an empty bench and watched couples as they passed you.
Having what mother said minted in your mind, you watched, observing if in fact they were their missing piece. At times you would sit there confused, alerted by pairs arguing, and even separating. You ran home, tears staining your cheeks as you darted into your mother’s embrace. You told her what you saw, and your mother simply lifted your chin with her finger, and gave you a warm smile,
“Darling, its all part of the puzzle game, when couples fight it only means their pieces simply do not fit, and now they can find their match. Don’t be sad, you will encounter people who aren’t for you, and its okay”
As you grew, you began to realize what your mother spoke about. Your first boyfriend, your second, your third, all ended abhorrently. The hope of love at all was slim, you began to think you were the piece that fit nowhere.
Your mother’s wisdom vanished after your father left, but you would always be the one to tell her he wasn’t her piece…and sympathetically, she would agree.
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Flashback
“Darling?” The call was curious.
“Yes mommy?” You replied, placing down the doll you had just finished grooming. Your mother, ill to the face, propped herself up with her elbows, giving you the same smile she gave you yesterday.
“Could you let mommy rest for a bit darling?” Her voice was weak and attributed her outer appearance…she was weak. No, she was heartbroken.
“Sure…” You got up and tugged your brother along with you, ignoring his whines of irritation you managed to get him out of the hotel room.
“Stop whining! Let mom rest! C’mon lets play hide and go seek” you offered, and your brother, stubborn to the core, finally obliged.
You knew what your mother was doing, hooked on the drugs that stopped her from mourning your father’s absence, it was killing her.
You and your brother ran down the empty hallways, deciding on which one to play in. Almost inaudibly you heard Ms. Evers complaining to herself, which meant Mr. March was close by.
“Hush up!” You said, yanking your brother back from turning into the corner the voices came from.
“What’s your problem!?” Your brother asked, ripping your grip from his shoulders. You leaned forward and covered his mouth.
“Mr. March” You whispered, placing your finger on your lips. Your brother backed up to the wall as much as he could once he heard Mr. March’s voice leave one of the rooms.
“Clean this up! You know those kids like to play in my halls, as delectable as it is to do this during the light of day we must be cautious.” Mr. March lowered his voice and sighed,
“Off you go” He dismissed Ms. Evers before indulging himself in one of his hums.
“Quick, he’s coming!” You whispered, slapping the glasses off your brother’s face, and threw them down the hall.
“Hey! Gimme-“
“Ah, why am I not surprised to see you two in my halls?” He spoke from behind you,
“Mr. March! I was just helping my brother find his glasses” You replied with a nervous giggle, nudging your brother.
“Yeah…they practically leaped off my nose,” He added, with venom clear in his response.
Mr. March walked past you both and picked up your brothers glasses,
“Well, you wouldn’t want to lose these would you?” He handed your brother his glasses and flashed him a grin.
“Thanks sir,” Your brother mumbled, examining for any damage before sliding them back on with his index finger.
Mr. March nodded and lead himself down the hall, not before he tipped his hat and gave you both a wink.
“Stay out of trouble you two…especially you Y/N, and a little tip,” He paused, leaning forward on his cane.
“There’s no point in lying to me, I hear everything…even if you’re whispering” He whispered, and pushed himself off his cane. You stayed speechless, watching Mr. March casually walk deeper into the hall.
“He’s so weird” Your brother commented, and ran down the now empty hall.
“He’s different.” You corrected to yourself, following your brother… thinking nothing more of it.
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Your heart pulsed in your ears as you stepped into the hotel lobby. It was only a few days back when you reunited with James. Your visit to your mothers was longing and agonizing, with the thought of what James said constantly reappearing.
“Look who’s back?” Liz said from behind the receptions desk, she leaned against the wooden desk and smirked.
“Coming for round 2?”
You made your way to where Liz stood and gently placed your bags down.
“Same room?” You asked, flashing her a smile,
“Anything for you, dear” She winked as she handed you the key.
You were back in the familiar halls; turning corners with your strong strides.
“James?!” You shouted, quickening your pace,
“James Patrick March!” You called again, your calls were indisputable with animosity and filled with unease. Your time spent at your mothers was mainly research, of the Hotel and of James.
“I know who you really are,” You said, stopping in your tracks,
“Your name is James Patrick March. You were born October 30th, 1895. You’re a Scorpio, which explains a lot. You’re the greatest serial killer who’s ever lived…” You paused,
“…So this site says,” You added quietly.
“And why do you seem so indisposed by it? Do you not believe what that little screen has to say about me?”
You promptly turned and faced his chest, you had to lift your chin in order to meet his gaze.
“Hello my dear” He said, gently holding your hand,
“Have you considered my offer?”
You snatched your hand from his and slipped it into your pockets.
“My, didn’t we have a conversation about hands being in pockets?” He questioned, shaking his head in disapproval,
“Not very lady like if I may add”
“You’re a murder” Your statement left as a whisper,
“I consider the deed as art, I’m an artist really,” He corrected,
“No, you’re a killer, an executioner, a torturer!” By now you could only imagine what Liz was hearing from your small rant.
“And you thought you could hide that from me?”
James stayed silent.
“Why?” James grew impatient; he stood with his head hung low and his jaw audibly cracking.
“Why would you do that-“
“BECAUSE!” he lifted his head, interrupting irritably.
“I like what I do, I find it normal, the feeling is miraculous, electrifying.” He spoke with such love for what he did, it sickened you.
“But you know what I don’t find normal?” He stepped closer, looking more delirious with every step.
“Love.”
“How the feeling can be the best thing and rapidly turn to the worst. Love is what makes people rabid, delusional…its what breaks people apart and that’s what terrifies me” His solid voice began to soften,
“What I feel, it’s not normal.” He sighed,
You want to know what scares the infamous James March?” his voice quickly rose again, as he inched closer to you.
“Out of all the things darling, it could have been rats, spiders or even the dark… but what burns the pit in my stomach are the feelings I have towards you”
James stopped in front of you, placing his hand gently on your cheek. He leaned in; his hot breath hit your skin. James scanned your eyes,
“It terrifies me,” His shaken voice whispered.
“What have you done to me, young Y/N?”
You stayed silent.
“Do you believe in soul mates, Y/N?” He asked, keeping his hand on your cheek.
“I believe that everyone is a puzzle piece, and their goal in life is to find their fitting piece” You responded,
“That’s quite the conspiracy, darling.”
“But do you believe that two people are destined for each other?”
You thought back to all the things your mother had told you, that there was someone for everyone. She would always tell you to take every opportunity life handed to you, because you never know how it could end.
“Yes.”
James tilted his head and admired your eyes, before gently locking his lips with yours…something you never thought he was capable of. The kiss showed no desperation or lust, it showed love and compassion, which made you melt in his hold.
“I love you”
The phrase was often used in a lower context, and nothing comparable to what the phrase was meant for.
People use it to express gratitude, or to express friendship. The way James said it was using its full definition— an intense feeling of deep affection—he meant it through every syllable that left his lips.
“You may not believe me now, but let me show you,” he said, resting his forehead on yours.
“Lets start with a drink?” The sentence came out more like a question, but nonetheless you obliged.
The silence as you both walked down the hall was nowhere near uncomfortable or awkward…it was pleasant. Just from the smallest serene moment, you knew his puzzle piece fit next to yours, without ease. And you were finally happy.
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FINALLY AN IMAGINE IK IK XD
How was it? i wrote this while sick IM SORRY.
*Not my gif*
