Full fanfictions of Evan Peters characters in AHS. Some will possibly follow the episodes of each season.
Season 1 - Tate Langdon Murder House
In which a shy, muted girl moves next door to a creepy home
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In which Tate Langdon found the love he nev...
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Tate hadn't gone to school for five days. Sally hadn't appeared for five days and he was worried she died before they made it over his property.
Her parents were distraught. They weren't the best but they were upset. She was their only child after all.
Her funeral would be later today and Tate felt broken. He didn't know if he could go. He wanted to make sure she had a safe transition into a ghost.
He sat on his bed and stared blankly at his wall. He felt like the darkness was sinking back in.
"Hello?" Tate heard a delicate voice speak out.
"Sally?" Tate jumped up.
"Hello?" Sally walked around the house in confusion.
"Sally." Tate whispered, jumping up and leaving his room to see her in the hallway.
He ran over to her, Sally's eyes widened when she saw Tate infront of her. She felt even more confused.
"What's going on?" She spoke delicately and Tate guided her into his room and sitting her on the bed.
"Sally, you're a ghost." Tate told her and Sally felt her 'heart' drop.
"What?" Sally asked. Her memory was fuzzy and the last she could remember was her date with Tate.
"Sally you swallowed a bunch of pills." Tate sniffled and Sally placed her hand over her mouth.
"Why am I here? What..? Why arent I dead?" Sally asked.
"I brought you here to die. I couldn't lose you Sal." Tate cried and Sally frowned.
Although her brain was still fuzzy, she understood what she had done and that Tate was now upset because of it.
"I'm sorry. I was just struggling. Alot." Sally mumbled, pulling him into a hug. Tate gripped her tightly, he couldn't imagine life without her.
"How long have I been dead?" Sally asked softly, pulling back from Tate.
"6 days." Tate stated and Sally nodded, taking in the information.
"Oh." Sally muttered. "What about my parents?"
"They were devastated. Although they've been talking to the news about it. They're holding a funeral for you today." Tate explained to her and Sally frowned.
"Do they know I'm here?" Sally asked and Tate shook his head.
"Constance knows. She helped me." Tate admitted and Sally nodded. "Are you mad at me?"
"I don't think so. I'm still fuzzy." Sally replied honestly. She didn't know what she felt, she was trying to adjust to what she now was and what had happened.
"I understand." Tate stated.
"Are you going to my funeral?" Sally asked and Tate nodded. "They'll probably make it about them."
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Tate sat one row from the front and watched as they brought in an empty casket. He remained blank faced as her parents stood at the front together.
The two were sad about their daughters death but were also worried about the way she died. It could be bad on them.
"Sally, everyday we miss you. We are so sorry that you were struggling with school and bullies. Know we will always love you no matter what." Darla sniffled and Tate crossed his arms.
"We are devastated and are now gonna set up a fund that will help end bullying. It means alot to us and it will help us move on aswell." Tim spoke and there were small claps.
Tate couldn't believe their bullshit and Sally was right. It wasn't about her. And her parents were avoiding their responsibility for their daughters death.
Tate looked to the side to see Minnie, Jake and Casey and he nearly scoffed. Of course those leaches were going to be here.
Tate looked back forwards, Sally's parents hadn't invited him to speak at the funeral. It annoyed him.
Although he knew Sally was home, he believed that he deserved to say something. He had been there for Sally the most after all.
Tate left both suicide notes at the Rose household and changed them like his mother had suggested. Tate had never received his letter from her parents. It pissed him off extremely.
At the end of the funeral, they cleared the church after burying the empty casket and got out a buffet.
Tate stood outside smoking a cigarette. He sighed when he saw Minnie and her bitches walk out.
"Tate we are so sorry for you're loss." Minnie spoke fakely.
"Sure. You're just here to seem nice. To ramp up you're reputation." Tate stated and Minnie rolled her eyes.
"We loved Sally." Casey fake sniffled.
"If you cared, you wouldn't have tortured her. Atleast you know the consequences of you're evil now." Tate shrugged, finishing his cigarette before leaving the church and heading back home to Sally.
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"Really?" Sally asked.
"Yeah. They even claimed to care about you." Tate scoffed, telling her about the funeral.
"Wow. Terrible. I hate them." Sally sighed, Tate's fingers played with hers as they sat crossed legged facing each other on his bed.
"I know." Tate nodded sadly. He would have to deal with them alone now.
"Did you get my letter?" Sally asked quietly and Tate shook his head.
"I read it though." Tate admitted. "I wish you didn't..."
"I'm so sorry. And they're such assholes. You should have got the letter." Sally shook her head.
"It's okay. I still have you." Tate smiled softly, placing a hand on her cheek. "I'm sorry too. I know this isn't the best."
"It's okay. I'm not sure how I feel about that yet. It's weird. I still feel alive, but then I touch my chest..." Sally choked on a cry and Tate frowned, pulling her onto his lap.
He held her tightly and rubbed her back. He knew he couldn't understand how she felt. He never could but he would be there for her.
"I love you mouse." Tate looked into her eyes, his filled with love.
"I love you Blondie." Sally sniffled, giving him a kiss on the lips. "Can we spoon?"
"Of course darling." Tate kissed her head, moving her to lay down.
Sally felt incredibly strange. When Tate had left, she stayed in his room, just staring. She didn't know what to do with herself.
She then knew she couldn't stay with Tate forever. He deserved to live his life, so she would enjoy the time they had before she would be alone. Stuck in the evil house.
Tate pulled her close, holding her waist and taking her in. Taking in her touch and her scent.
Sally sighed in contentment, all her worries washing away as his arms pulled her as close as she could possibly be.
