Tristan knew he owed his life to sheer, dumb luck. He lucked out of his awful family at a relatively early age. Luck managed to get him out of the atrocity that was the American fostering system. Hell, he even got lucky to get off the streets and land one of the most glamorous professions just a few lucky ones manage to even dare dream of.

"You do know luck has nothing to do with it, right?" Dr. Harmon added. While harsh, condescending and way far up his own ass in a way only he could pull off, Ben Harmon was also really good at keeping Tristan's psyche in-line. "You're resourceful Tristan, you've manage to make the most out of awful situations and somehow you've still managed to strive."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that but then again you're the one with the degree so…" The model insisted, while any other shrink would have said something along the lines of 'don't give me too much credit' or some crap like that Dr. Harmon just sat there probably resisting the urge to nod. "Anyways how's the family?"

"You know I'd rather keep you as the focus of our sessions." He sighs. "But they're fine, thanks for asking. I still owe you for that signed poster, Violet went head over heels for it."

The comment made Tristan smirk, young girls flipped their shit over the silliest things. "Hey, you helped me keep the probation officers off my back, consider it a 'thank you' gift."

"Speaking off, how's the drug situation? Have you managed yourself like we talked about?" Dr. Harmon asked. The sole reason the two started seeing each other was pretty cliché, at least by celebrity standards. After a run-in with the law resulting in an almost arrest, Tristan had been ordered to attend a rehab facility. Believing to have found himself a stable weekly pay check in the form of the model, Dr. Harmon took the case. Yet, thanks to his uncanny luck, drugs were no longer his main source of addiction.

"Not to alarm you but I've found a substitute." Dr. Harmon raised an eyebrow in doubt, Tristan simply chuckled. "Relax man, no substances. I just met someone who opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. Drugs are dull and boring in comparison."

"And what would that be?" The psychiatrist asked, still suspicious over the model's sudden reassurance. It wasn't that Tristan was self-destructive, at least not consciously, yet he always found a way into danger that Dr. Harmon had never witnessed with other patients in all his years as a professional. He was impulsive and such impulse often came with a cost.

"Passion." Tristan replied swiftly. "You're a married Ben, you know what I'm talking about."

"Please refrain from calling me anything other than Dr. Harmon during our sessions, Tristan." The psychiatrist added. "As for your apparent excitement, I'm assuming the source of said passion is a person?"

"What gave me off?" The model asked sarcastically.

Ben just stared back at Tristan with an icy cold look. "Just a whim. Still, I doubt you came all the way here just to brag about your sex life. What's going on Tristan?"

"Nah you're looking way too much into it." Tristan shrugged. "It's nothing important, really."

"I'd believe you had you not brought it up." Dr. Harmon replied. "Is this about that woman you mentioned to me on our previous sessions?"

"This has nothing to do with the Countess!" Tristan yelped defensively. "… for the most part."

"And why would that be?" Dr. Harmon asked. Tristan hated how he used basic questions to get information out of him, yet he couldn't help himself from answering them.

"I have a…" He paused. Tristan hated himself, he really did. He knew women would kill to be with a man with him while men themselves would do the same just to look a slight bit like him yet the modelling world had taught him that appearances were only that and nothing more. The jumbled mess that occurred inside him was more appalling than even the most unattractive sight. "I have a problem."

"Go on." Dr. Harmon instructed as he got his notepad ready.

"Remember how I told you sex with her was one of the most arousing experiences I'd gone through in like… ever?" The model asked.

"Not in such light words exactly but yes, I do." Ben Harmon replied while at the same time scribbling something on his notepad.

"Well the flame's dead." He replied bluntly. "Don't get me wrong, she's still a good fuck but the passion died so quickly I couldn't even truly enjoy it."

Ben looked at Tristan blankly. "Tristan you do know I'm not that type of doctor, right? If you have an erectile dysfunction problem I'd suggest you going to someone else. I'd recommend you got to Dr. Lowe at the general hospital, she mostly works with children but I'm pretty sure she'd know a thing or two about-"

"My dick's working just fine." Tristan quickly interrupted. "The problem is that the passion isn't there anymore and that worries me."

"Why exactly?" Dr. Harmon asked. "I mean, if you two aren't happy with your relationship I'd say the two of you are free to go and find another partner that fulfils your sexual desires. Love's not always simple." He said before giving out a rare smirk. "Just don't tell my wife I said that."

Tristan rolled his eyes. What a tool, he thought. While he had his moments at least he was sure he wasn't a full-time douche like Dr. Harmon. "The passion is there, just… not with her."

"So you found someone else, why not just cut ties with this 'Countess' whom you've obviously grown apart from?" Dr. Harmon suggested.

"That's easier said than done, actually. I've heard she's quite ruthless." Tristan said sheepishly. "Still that's not the main issue…"

Ben raised an eyebrow yet again, now in annoyance. "Tristan I've got another patient right after you and our time's almost up so I'd suggest you to speed things up if you want answers."

Tristan took a deep breath. He'd never truly admitted to stuff like this unless it got him something in return. His swift rise on the laboral ladder as Will Drake's top model came to be solely based on this but admitting to it was harder than he'd imagine.

"You see, the Countess has this whole… ritual-type shit she calls 'hunting' nights where we both pick someone we both like, sometimes even more than one, and ask them to join us. I guess it's a way to keep things interesting behind closed doors." He said. "Anyways, we went through a dry spell on our last one and even those hook-up apps had little to offer so I did the only thing I could think off…"

Dr. Harmon's annoyed expression prevailed. "…which was?"

"I… hired someone. You know, one of those escorts you phone in for an hour and such…" Tristan replied reluctantly.

Ben Harmon's face remained stern. "No, actually I wouldn't know but let me take a guess of what happened next. You fell for her?"

Dr. Harmon noticed Tristan's instant blush, which was exactly why the answered that followed caught him off-guard. "Not exactly."

The psychiatrist dropped his notepad and rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Tristan we can play cat and mouse for as long as you want but this guessing game won't help anybody but my wallet. Just say it already."

Tristan felt the blush expand as his ears began to boil, all while the tapping his right foot produced grew increasingly rapid. "It wasn't a 'her'… it's a 'him'."

"You know, we aren't used to having stars of your caliber on the Cortez." Iris said giddily.

"Obviously." The starlet replied while taking a look at her surroundings before taking off her black rimmed sun glasses. "But my manager said this place was the closest to the filming location with the added perk of not staying on the same building as my co-stars. Those bitches are unbearable."

"And that's why we booked one of our deluxe suits just for you Ms. Montgomery." The hotel's manager said while handing her the room's keys. "I know I speak in behalf of all of the Cortez's staff when I say I hope you have a great stay at our humble abode."

"Emphasis on humble." Madison snapped as she picked the keys.

"Uh…" Iris babbled while Madison looked at her with a mix of suspicion and disgust. "Ms. Montgomery, this is embarrassing but I'm such a big fan… your performance on Adulthood was award worthy and Fright Dames was such an unappreciated show, it shouldn't have been canceled after it's first season." The young witch smiled smugly. "Would you mind signing…" Iris asked as she quickly searched her desk for any memorabilia, settling on the hotel's guest book. "… this?"

"Sure." She sighed, grabbing the pen from the older woman's trembling hands. "Anything for the fans, I guess."

Author's Note: First off, I ship weird shit, sorry. It's been a WHILE since I've written anything at all but I had this on hold almost since probably episode three of this season so yeah, I loved Liz and Tristan but I can't write Liz to save my life, she was perfect. This story's basically a huge AU/jumbled mess of all seasons. Basically the events from Murder House haven't happened, the ones on Coven have, I'm trying to adapt Freak Show to modern times and Hotel is obviously the main one (not touching Asylum because that one's perfect). Regardless, I hope everyone likes this. I plan on making this a short, multi-chapter story but if it flops I'll edit it a bit for it to be a somewhat decent one-shot. Also an actual little fact from the story: considering Hotel tried its hardest to make us believe Iris was a lovable loser I went all the way and made her a Madison Montgomery fangirl because she kinda seems like the type, at least to me (also this was written around the time everyone thought Scream Queens was gonna get axed, which it thankfully didn't).

Peace!