Tate and violet are married, but Tate is hiding a secret from her that could ruin everything...

*American Horror Story fanfic* Tate has been counting the lonely days since Violet pushed him away. Easily becoming jealous over any boy she comes into contact with. His love for Violet is still strong even if Violet's for him isn't. But will Tate soon move on from Violet when a new family moves into the famous 'Murder House'? Will a young, mysterious and gothic girl make Tate's love shoot towards her?

"Hi I'm Tate, I'm dead, wanna hook up?"

This is an imagine based on American horror story :murder house.

Hot dream boy + weird keys + ghost = one hell of a move.

This is a story about Tate and Violet ten years after Violet told Tate to go away... I hope you enjoy it...

❝were all a little crazy, aren't we?❞ © riggsnpeters // wattpad a short tate langdon story

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx

It's been 6 months since Violet banished the love of her life, 6 months since Violet's parents died, in the same house as the 20 others before them were murdered, and after numerous failed attempts at selling the famous 'Murder House' the council decided to knock the house down, Moira discovers a way they can all be free of the house and live in the outside world: they all must perform their own death to an exact replica to escape the house, there they can live a normal life, alive but dead, living in a world of life, a life of death.

"Oh my god Tate, what did you do!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Tate yelled back. "Well obviously! Now it's gonna look like my mom killed a little boy, it doesn't look too good that his dead body is in my moms bedroom!" "Lily don't worry about that I can hide the body and Moria can clean up the mess, and I do recall that killing him sorta saved you" *Completed September 28, 2014*