Hi! I have no idea if Iâm doing this right. However, I read your âuntil death do us partâ and I love the way you wrote mr march and thought Iâd send in a pretty long request.
I was thinking about mr march and reader being in like a relationship but also not really cause he still loves the countess.
Reader and the countess have a conversation where she says that any women would want a man devoted to her like March is and she will get that with someone one day but that someone isnât with march.
March overhears the conversation and is angry so that night he kills her in her sleep but itâs not joyful and he regrets it as soon as he does it. Later on when reader is a ghost she wants to know what he did with her body knowing March and the things he does.
He leads her to his trophy room where itâs like a shrine to her almost like when a vampire has his wifeâs coffin and loads of candles.
He then tells her how much he regrets killing her and that she and his feelings confuse him as he has devoted himself to the countess for so long and after all he did for he she never got the love he wanted back but when the reader gave it to him he loved it and hated the thought of her leaving to give that to someone else.
Iâm so sorry this is so long and if it doesnât make sense I just kind of wrote it the best I could.
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Till Death Do Us Part- James Patrick March x fem! reader
 Synopsis: You are James Patrick Marchâs wife and partner in crime and have been for the last 5 years, and you are on a murder spree and soon get found by cops, you both vowed always to be together, so you escaped together the only way you knew how.
TW: Suicide, Murder (I mean, itâs James March..)
Authors Note: Hello everyone! itâs been a bit since I posted a genuine fanfic on here, and Iâve had this one in my drive for quite some time and I remembered how much I loved this man, and what better time to post it since heâs making his return in season 13! I hope you all enjoy! I made a part two so if you guys like this one, maybe Iâll post the sequel đđ
âAfter you, dearest.â James said as he opened the car door to let me out. âWhy thank you, dear.â He and I grabbed our weapons, put on our masks, and headed up the hill to the Greenbyrd Mansion. Once we arrived at the mansion, we knocked on the door, and a tall man in a mask greeted us. âGood evening,â he spoke. James and I looked at each other. âGood night.â James responded. And he stabbed him in the stomach. He screamed out in pain as I muffled his voice with a cloth as I slit his neck open, blood spewing out everywhere as he collapsed to the ground, âWeâd best continue with our binge, doll.â âIndeed we shall.â We walked over the now-deceased man and into the ballroom of the mansion.Â
We opened the doors and fired at the first people we saw. Screams erupted out of the crowd, and everyone rushed to the exits; if they could, of course. Blood was splattered on every wall in the ballroom, and my god, was it beautiful. No person was safe from us. We were shooting people, slicing their necks, stabbing people, knocking them out, you name it,Â
By the time our slaughter session had concluded, we were covered head to toe in blood. âI think our work here is done, my darling.â he proudly announced. âPerhaps it is.â We then suddenly heard a loud weep from what sounded like it was coming from behind a table. James immediately lifted the table to see a woman crying. âPlease, sir, spare me, I did nothing at all!â she cried. âNo mercy on Devilâs Night..â he shot her in the skull, killing her immediately. Her dress was now soaked in her blood. âShall we escape to our hideaway?â âI thought youâd never ask.âÂ
We exited the auditorium and walked back to our car. âAfter you, dear heart,â he said as he opened the door for me. âThank you, kind sir.â I giggled as I got into the car. We drove back to Hotel Cortez, where we had been staying for the last 5 years because he owned it. We had just walked up to the bar when we heard sirens in the distance. Liz cocked her head to the side with an unimpressed look on her face. âHow many people did you kill now, you two?â she asked. âOh you know.. 30.â She shook her head while muttering âJesus Christâ under her breath. âWell, if I didnât know better, Iâd say the cops were here for you two,â she said. âI suppose youâre right, Liz. we best escape to our room, dearest.â James replied.  âSend my regards to Ms. Evers, please, Liz!â he exclaimed as we went to room 64. We locked the door and James opened the door to his Black Closet and pulled out two rifles and bullets. He loaded both weapons and handed one to me. He put his hand on my cheek. âDearestâŠmy love for you is stronger than any weapon I have.â He kisses me passionately on the lips before pulling away. âShall the day ever come that I never see you again; the day that I have no purpose for the afterlife.â  We stand across from each other and put our guns in each other's mouths as we prepare to pull the trigger. âTill death do us part, my darling,â He says. We pull back the triggers. âTill death do us part.â
