#ahs hotel elizabeth

[tiffysdeath]

elizabeth the woman you are..

[amengaga]

The Countess's lovers - American Horror Story: Hotel (2015)

[newwavesylviaplath]

they matched each others freak

[vizjpmdose]

The IT girls of the Cortez.

[lemoniiiiiii]

elizabeth: i plan to marry again

james: splendid!

[misscherrys-world]

❀The Countess have (used to have) a cat. Change my mind.

[viikkah]

Lady Gaga as The Countess

|Not mine - all credits to the original gifmakers|

[taintandviolent]

"But none of it moved you... I could never compete with the shadow of a God on a screen twenty feet tall."

[get4waycarr]

ꜱᴄʜᴇɪßᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡☆｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[americanwh0rerstory]

The countess’ meal

SUMMARY: you chose to stay in the cortez for a while, unaware that a certain lady was planning your demise…

CONTENT WARNINGS: blood, cannibalism sorta, clothes-on grinding, kissing, MURDER

A/N: some parts are loosely based on the song linked below, i’ve also never written WLW before so i hope this is good <3

SUGGESTIVE AND EXTREME THEMES BELOW, PLEASE READ AT OWN DISCRETION

You checked into the cortez a few days ago, aware of its dark past but unaware of the residents there. you spent a lot of time at the bar drinking Liz’s martinis, but you never spoke to anyone there. Sally tried to make conversation but failed. you just weren’t interested

what you were interested in, was the blonde haired lady you kept seeing around the hotel. an image of elegance and beauty, the pinnacle of feminine class. she had captivated you, and she knew it. the times you’d meet her gaze as she passed, accidentally brushing shoulders in a corridor, the faint metallic smell that blended with her perfume, it had you in a chokehold.

she knew what she was doing, she knew how her actions were affecting you, yet she didn’t stop. the air of charm that surrounded her was too enticing for you, and equally as thrilling for her. she liked the hunt, and you were on track to be her next meal.

it came as a surprise when you found an invitation in your hotel room, the note depicting that the countess wished to have dinner with you. it was unexpected, but you weren’t surprised. the tension had been building with every encounter you had with her.

you arrived at her room by 9:30pm, just the time she told you to arrive at. and once she opened the door you was overwhelmed with her radiance and allure that she seemed to constantly put out, as though it was the scent of her perfume.

“you came,” she says in her typical empty tone, but there was more under the surface. it was evidential by the way her eyes widened slightly, and the way the corners of her lips twitched. the act was almost unnoticeable, but you noticed it with how your gaze was locked onto her face.

her porcelain skin smoother than that of porcelain itself, her pearly-blonde locks of hair that seemed to cascade around her in perfect waves, her impeccable lipstick which gave her lips that perfect lined look, the way she looked down at you from her tall stature. you could gaze at her for hours, like a painting that screamed perfection in all 7000 languages. she was the epitome of class, perfection, radiance.

The dinner went well, you both made light conversation and she didn’t seem to mind the way you stared, if she did then she kept it to herself. you learned how well versed she was in various art forms, and you felt yourself fall further and further into the spiders web, unbeknownst to you how she planned to end this night once you were caught like prey. it was all too easy to her, you were like a moth to a flame.

as for her, she was leaving you to marinate. to soak and bathe in her presence to make you more malleable for her to play with. unknowingly to you, you were her meal: her dinner, lunch, and tea. but she wouldn’t tell you that, nor hint at it until it was too late for you to realise her true intentions of stringing you along for the past few days.

one thing lead to another, and before you knew it you were pinned beneath the countess as she kissed you. that perfect red lipstick marked your own lips in little smears, the heat building up from your chest as you practically poured your soul out into the kiss. it was the best kiss you had ever experienced, and it only got better when you felt her knee press itself between your legs. this was so uncharacteristic to the cold, composed, and stoic countess you had scene around the hotel but that was the last thing on your mind right now. there was nothing on your mind right now, just the way her tongue toyed with your own and the way her knee ground against your clothed core.

you were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice her reach for the letter opener on the cabinet beside you both, the metal glinting under the lights of her room. once it caught your eye it was already too late though.

the white-hot pain throbbed in your neck, causing your eyes to shoot open in agony only to be met with her now slightly pleased face. even in such a thrilling moment she wouldn’t show any emotion whatsoever. however just as quick as the pain hit you, it intensified as she pulled the knife out, the fountain of blood rushing out and into her open mouth.

her lips latched onto your neck, relishing in the metallic tasting liquid that sprayed straight from your artery into her mouth. the excess began to spill down her chin, coating her dress in deep scarlet. with the sanguinary scene being a familiar one to the countess, she wasn’t phased by the tears or the gasps and groans that escaped your lips, the strangled breaths were merely the usual for her. she didn’t stop, she just kept drinking until she was satisfied.

her dress was coated in the viscous vermillion that came straight from your body, her lips and chin stained with your blood. you were her meal, and your dying memory was seeing the satisfied look on her face. as the light faded from your eyes, you were clueless that you’d come back. your personal hell, the cortez, becoming your forever home

A/N: i fear i went too descriptive with this, but i hope it was enjoyable and that anyone who read the full thing enjoyed it

[souslar]

Hotel Cortez

[lookinglass-fic]

You see everything when the world doesn't see you. Liz Taylor, the most beautiful woman in the world

[newwavesylviaplath]

rewatching hotel rn i can't believe i actually forgot how silly mr march is

[vizjpmdose]

You know the character is the best when they can be specifically described by lana del rey lyrics itself, and it always gotta be the fucking psychos.

[fandominstability]

Does anyone still read AHS fanfic? I lowkey wanna write Elizamona now

[misscherrys-world]

I’m such a simp for the Countess.