Forever : a violate fanfiction

Forever : a violate fanfiction

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American Horror Story
If violate is your OTP and you need reassurance Here you go Set a few years after Violet told Tate to go away. Will she be able to forgive him? Or will the new family moving into the murder house ruin his chances?
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NOTE: This is a somewhat AU story. Tate is not necessarily tied to just Murder House - it will be explained fairly early on why this is so be on the lookout. This may seem like your typical Tate story and it is at some parts but there is so much more to it as well especially later on). Sixteen year old Jade Song and her mother move to Los Angeles to help with her elderly grandmother. She meets a young boy named Tate - who is dead unbeknownst to her - at the tag sale next door. Here, he sells her an antique necklace with a history supposedly tied to her house. As weird things begin to happen in the house and Tate seemingly follows her wherever, she begins to question if the necklace is involved somehow. Tate is seemingly sweet but secrets about him eventually begin to unravel as do many revelations about Jade herself and even her family. How will Jade handle the tumultuous events in the house hold? Will she and Tate be together forever, as promised? What role do the secrets play? "I don't want you going near that girl, Tate." I felt my mother creep behind me in her silk robe as I watched Jade walking around her back yard, adorned in a white dress against the dark trees, casting even darker silhouettes on the ground. "But - " "No buts, Tate," my mother asserted, pointing a finger at me. "She's too pure. You will not bring Hell upon that house."

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