(Tate Langdon x Y/N)
Y/N, a 17 year old girl, who died in the Murder House, before Violet, before Tate, tells you the story of how she met Tate Langdon, and how their stories became intertwined, for better, and for worse.
(Murder House x Apocalypse...
"What?" Tate asked confusedly, "What do you mean?"
"Tate, I've lived in this house since 1990... thats like 25 years. It's hard to leave behind in just a moment." I told him.
He sighed,
"Okay, that makes sense. But... don't you ever think about the fact that you could have a life away from this 'hellhole' as you'd say?"
"Of course I would... but I never thought that that opportunity would come true. I knew I'd be stuck here for eternity, and I'd accepted that, but know that chance is actually here, I'm not sure if I actually want to abandon this place." I said truly.
"Y/n... this may be our only chance. Your only chance to get out of this place. Think of being able to run free, any day of the year. Think of meeting other people without thinking they're going to die. You need to get out. Even if I can't come with you." Tate told me.
"Not a chance I'm leaving here without you. If you can't leave I'm not, simple as that." I said strongly.
"No, you have to listen to me. I'd do anything to allow you to have freedom, and learn more about yourself. The simple fact that it might be hard for both of us to leave, doesn't mean the other has to hold back. Go get your life, it's what you've always wanted to do." Tate told me sincerely.
"Put the roles in reverse," I said with a smile, "if I was telling you to leave, leaving me behind, would you do it?"
"Okay, okay you got me there," Tate said smirking, "let's just go back out to the witches, see what they have in store."
He took my hand, and we walked back upstairs and out the door.
"Hello again." Cordelia said kindly, "Have you thought about our offer?"
"Yes." I told her, "But I refuse to leave if you can't find both of our bones."
"As long as you can tell us where the both of you are buried, we should be completely fine." She told me.
"Problem." Tate said, "I have absolutely no idea where I was buried. Neither does y/n."
I nodded to her.
"Okay," Cordelia sighed, "I'll see if I can find some sort of spell... but Madison you may need to contact the other girls."
"Other girls?" I asked.
"Other Coven members, we have Zoe Benson, Queenie, Myrtle Snow and new member Misty Day." Madison responded.
"I have to make a phone call." Cordelia said, walking towards the gates.
She returned several minutes later and said,
"They'll be here tomorrow. Madison, we'll find somewhere to stay for the night. We should be back by noon." Cordelia told us, and then left with Madison.
"Tate?" A voice called.
We turned around suddenly and it was Constance. Rolling his eyes, Tate began to walk off, but I grabbed his hand.
"Come," I whispered, "you need to tell her about what might happen."
"What are you doing out here?" She asked.
"We were having a conversation. Why do you care? What do you want?" He said to her.
"I wanted to see you... are you feeling any better?" Constance asked.
Tate gave no response and just looked at her plainly.
"Are the visits with the good doctor helping you?" She continued.
"Yeah. We're really getting to the root of the problem." Tate said, "Turns out, I hate my mother."
He walked back inside pulling me with him, leaving Constance outside.
"Tate... she has to know." I said once we reached the door.
"I know, I know. I just... I can't stand her." Tate told me.
"Fair enough... let's just wait for the witches to come back. I need to make my decision soon, but if I don't want to leave, I want you to go, okay?" I said sincerely.
"No, y/n. I'm not leaving without you." Tate said strongly.
The next day
It was 11:30am, the coven should be here soon. I made the decision that I can't hold back on my life, I have to live it, and I can't live my life to it's full potential if I'm stuck here.
I can always come back to the house, I'm still a ghost, so I can still come in and out without the owners seeing me, but depending on where we go, it'll be harder to do so.
"Y/n? They're here!" I heard Tate yell from downstairs.
I walked down the stairs slowly, taking in the house, in case it would be the last time I'd be here for a while.
I reached the door, and took a deep breath. I opened it and saw multiple witches walking towards me.
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"Y/n, Tate. It's good to see you again." Cordelia said to us, "Meet Myrtle, Zoe and Queenie."
"Hi." I said, looking round at them all.
"So," Cordelia said, "we've found a spell. But we have a slight problem."
"What is it?" Tate asked.
Cordelia hesitated, "We're only strong enough to get one of you out of the house."
(I'm sorry if you don't like this storyline very much, and I'm going quite far off the storyline of Murder house, but I've got some really good ideas coming up so stay tuned)
