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 and Sally had been adjusting to life as a couple where one of them were deceased.
Sally was able to get Tate to school. It was weird being a ghost. She could always see the others and found out Moira was a ghost aswell.
"Hello, dear." Moira smiled at the girl, to Sally, she was an older lady. Sally smiled at her softly. She could say a couple of words to her.
"Hi." Sally mumbled.
"How's Tate been?" Moira asked, knowing Tate hadn't been the best.
"Different." Sally admitted, leaning against the kitchen island.
"It's the house. And now he never gets away from it." Moira stated. "It's evil this place."
"I feel it." Sally agreed. She looked to the fruit bowl and sighed. She knew that when she was alive, she barely ate and didn't enjoy it but she missed eating. She missed alot of living things.
"I know it's difficult dear." Moira told her, noticing her glance at the food. "You'll get used to it with time."
"I guess." Sally shrugged, checking the time. She had a little while until Tate came back.
"You will. And it can be fun sometimes aswell." Moira tried to assure the young girl. It was strange to the slightly older/ young woman.
She was able to shift how she looked based on how others wanted to see her and she knew how Sally saw her. Moira felt a weird sense of responsibility over the young girl aswell. It was nice to able to talk to someone other than the Langdon's.
"I can hide." Sally smiled. It was something she had learnt recently, she could stop herself from being seen.
"That's good. It's a useful skill." Moira smiled back to her.
"I hide from Constance." Sally admitted and Moira chuckled.
"I understand that dear." Moira stated. "Now, would you like to help me bake pies for the dinner?"
"Yeah." Sally whispered with a small smile.
She enjoyed Moira's company, she was a nice lady and she appreciated that she included her. She had never cooked once with her mother. Sally had always wanted to. And she never would, not now anyways.
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Later on, Sally went to Tate's room and waited for him to arrive, giving him a big hug when he appeared.
Tate had been slightly distant and had a shorter temper now. It worried Sally alot.
"So, wanna smoke?" Tate asked her, pulling out some weed.
"Sure. Will I feel it?" Sally asked and Tate shrugged.
"Worth a try." Tate stated and Sally watched as he lit it and took a hit.
