Requested by @saracons87: “I have a request for you! the reader is James March’s wife and she’s at the bar hanging out with Liz when she hears two obnoxious men making fun of the hotel and they also make fun of James. She decides to take care of them herself. James senses her anger and comes to see what’s upsetting her, then of course you know they kill them and smut happens 😛 his wife is also a ghost btw”
A/N: Okay, I love how detailed this request is. I only hope I managed to execute it halfway decent enough x
Title credit: "Suffer Little Children” by the Smiths
Being deceased, and subsequently living amongst the dead, had the potential of being rather tedious most days. There was only so much one could do when confined to a single property, forced to interact with the same faces day in and day out, with rarely anything new and exciting coming your way. There was a time when you had a hobby that you would often partake in, but your husband had recently commanded that the hobby be discontinued.
It was a difficult decision that had to be made, as the Cortez was well on its way to officially becoming a historic landmark. But that did not make the absence of said hobby any less dull as it left your days depressingly void of much excitement.
My Type is Homicidal 