#ahsfic

[gayxavierplympton]

hands, touching hands, reaching out (2450 words) by livepoultryfreshkilled

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: American Horror Story: 1984 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Xavier Plympton/Ray Powell Characters: Xavier Plympton, Ray Powell, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: i wrote this like 2 years ago and i havent rewatched the season since but bitch! this is good!, i wish this had been longer but i couldnt figure out where to go from where i ended so, maybe i'll rewatch the season and make a second chapter or something, yes the title is from sweet caroline. bum bum bum. fuck you, Anyways, Gayboys On The Docks, what. how do i tag this., Internal Monologue, Camp Redwood More Like Gay People City., ray powell my beloved, montana was xavier's beard ill die on this hill

Summary:

Just because you're dead doesn't mean you get to stop living.

[itsgrishaverse]

F&R Micheal anything is 😳

😳 yes.

/ that / michael is absolutely full of cockiness, but what makes it hotter is his confidence.

he’d definitely spot you from the other side of the room, with a drink in hands, gesturing ( actually demanding by such a determination within his gaze ) to come closer and sit on his lap.

especially if you love teasing him.

what if you acted like you didn’t see him??

he’d wait. just for the right moment to have you all alone for himself. everyone would leave and by the time so were you, he would have you pinned up against the wall. lets not forgot those red gloves. one hand wrapped up around your neck, that familiar raise of eyebrow. his leg sliding between your legs. if you love teasing him, he’ll tease you ten fold.

“what a little teasing toy you are, aren’t you? I’ll show you not to ignore me, ever again.”

[dayfoxx-fic]

Ch. 17 - half in rage, half in love

Title: I’ll Unfold Before You Chapter: 17 Rating: M (for cursing, themes, etc) Summary: Misty comes to a strange, but compellingly, devastatingly realization. Cordelia tries to understand, but isn't quite there yet, Dark forces have been at work, and they have yet to finish watching their show. A/N: OMG guys, I am so sorry I haven't updated this in forever and a half. I've been incredibly busy finishing my graduate degree!, trying desperately to find a job, and generally letting animals take over my life. But Florence put me in a writing mood for the first time in ages. I really hope you like how this story concludes. It's not finished yet, though! Get your tushes ready, because this is gonna be a ride. Title is from Station Eleven.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1615310/chapters/37499330

The rain was spitting gently when Misty finally made it over. Her eyes quickly scanned the house, pinpointing dim candlelight illuminating Delia's bedroom. Of course, she knew the window to the other girl's room by heart. She'd spent enough time considering throwing pebbles up at the glass, carrying a jukebox over her shoulder. She shook her head of the thoughts. This was serious. Misty knew the other girl preferred to sleep in the pitch darkness. It gave Misty nightmares, except for the nights when she slept by Cordelia's side; it reminded her too much... she blinked slowly, swallowed back tears, and moved at a glacial pace to the front door. Cordelia had deposited a now damp sticky note with brief key locating instructions. She smiled to herself a bit, allowing the moment to be overly sentimental, the girl, the woman she knew was still there. Still had the same mannerisms. She was still the same. 

Enough dilly-dallying. It was time to bear her truths. Misty didn't even know how to convey the words she'd been smothering down her own throat, going on for three long years, blinded by this horrible, fuck, curse? Spell_? __Enchantment? _Whatever had fucking been cast had cascaded her mind into a barely penetrable haze of existence without Her. She couldn't believe years had gone by, Hell, really it'd been more like seventeen years, where her mind had barely existed -- the ghost of memory that was Misty Day in the valiant throes of un-ending, agonizing Death and darkness. Endless anguish. Because she'd been forcibly abandoned. Her mighty power of resurgence only being capable of saving Cordelia's life, with a return to life that mean severing their connection, the ties that bound her to Misty, severed, for what had threatened to be forever.

Raindrops drizzled down Misty's face in rivulets, over the curves of her delicate cheeks and the sleek line of her jaw. She grimaced, she couldn't move herself, standing in the muddy front lawn of the only person who ever mattered to her. Somehow, as she had done as Supreme countless years ago, she saw through Misty's ethereal facade to see the person desperate to be saved from their own demons. Somehow, Delia knew her more intimately than she realized she knew herself. 

Before she was distinctly aware of her own feet, she ended up standing, alert, outside Cordelia's bedroom. _They had shared a bed once, one that they could call their own, forever ago. The night before The Seven Wonders. _Misty ached. And several weeks ago. Now they had shared a bedroom countless times. Well, she counted, it was about half of the baby rearing project, the beautiful, magical beginning where anything seemed possible with this impossible girl. She'd stayed over every night, almost, thirteen days, over the course of two weeks. Oh, how quickly she had succumbed to the gentle, familiar, painfully familiar intimacy, unable to put the pieces together. And she had never ever... how had she not known? Immediately? The very power of the embodiment of inevitability and probability and magical energy repercussions resonated in her bones. Things had to be restored over time, or she would have been plunged into eternal despair. The thought of seeing the centuries pass alone, unable to remember the only love that had truly illuminated her life, was initially too much to bear. But then... Their instantaneous connection, after years of feeling strangely driven apart from the mysterious Cordelia Goode, was explosive. She hadn't been able to get enough of Cordelia's time. When she was working, or volunteering, doing her homework, studying for any test that Misty was not also taking, Misty just wanted to be there beside her, listening to her 8-track and dancing around to entertain the other blonde. What had taken her so long? It wasn't that she hadn't noticed Cordelia. How could anyone not notice the girl, she was the epitome of classy and transcendent beauty. No, she was something rarer than that, something only Stevie's music could describe. Ethereal. Everything. So, what had it been? 

_When Misty had come to, naturally, she emerged from her beloved swamp. Covered in murky water and mud and gator dung, she breathed a sigh of a relief. Because she didn't realize anything was wrong. She stumbled about, barefoot along the river, in less than her tattered lace dress and her faded shawl from Stevie, when Mrs. Day (looking back now, it had all been a ploy, of course she would have Misty's name; she was meant to be a part of the simulated, yet not unreal, reality she had been thrust into) who was plucking river rocks from the water found her. "My God, you sweet Angel, let me get you out of here." Disoriented and in that deep haze, she figured the woman seemed like a safe bet. They shared the same name, after all. Although her predecessors who were Day's were less than pleasant people, she was glad to have replaced, or well, supplemented, the memory of them with new love from Penelope and Henry Day._

She had been afraid, intimidated by the pretty girl, but of what really, she couldn't say. But she just felt like if she ever let herself get close to Cordelia Goode, something bad was going to happen. And she didn't want anything bad to happen to Cordelia. Not ever. 

But she cosmically could not not get close to Cordelia. Cordelia was her inevitability. Her singularity. And so that propelled her through the door, because she had been plunged into mentally clarifying the hard truth of her life:

"Cordelia, I know that this is gonna be a trip, but..." she stops, when she sees Nan. Her vision, which had warped slightly into rose-coloured glasses upon her realizations that she had found her long lost love vibrated with distortion around the small brunette girl. 

"Hello, Misty. It's been way too long, and I apologize for that. Are you feeling ok?"

"I don't know how your damn name didn't click in my head. Did the Shadow Man protect you?"

"He's been protecting me for a long time, now, Misty. I hope you know that I have nothing to do with any of this, well, except for the excellent and positive parts of it. But, really, I gotta respect the boss. He's the only reason I'm even still..."

"Yeah. I guess me, too, in a way. If he hadn't given the Power to to us, I wouldn't be here." 

"Neither would she." Nan looks pointedly at Cordelia. The darker blonde lifts an eyebrow, inquisitive, bewildered. 

"Could either of you please explain what on Earth you are talking about?"

"It's your responsibility, Misty. You have to earn it. It doesn't matter who you are now, or how much you can feel  your powers expanding like a supernova from your core. If you don't earn it, you don't get what you want. I'm sorry. Those are the rules."

"What? But... I already remember everything! How else can I earn it? I spent years, years alone in the swamp, listening to the radio about the hunters. How they wiped every last one of us out. What else am I supposed to do?"

"What do you think?" Nan smirked. Misty's brows furrowed so closely together, they almost formed a slender golden caterpillar. 

"But even if I... if I say it, there's disbelief, incredulity. I've been without her for almost eighteen years. But I can't say it. I can't! Because what if it doesn't work? What if I don't get her back. What if he's just been toying with my mind for the last two decades and I've got nothing to show for it but the briefest hints of intimacy? I lost everything only to gain the falsity of everything. The ruler of nothing and no-one. No one left. Not even you, not really." Misty stared pointedly at the brunette. The smaller girl cannot do anything but shrug a shoulder in agreement. In her frantic panic of word jumble, Cordelia had made her way over to the now shaking woman with a thick, fluffy blanket in hand. 

Instead of the words she was expecting, Misty simply received a coy, "You're going to have to take all of that off, you know. I have spare clothes for you in the closet. As you know." She gently pressed the chenille fabric into Misty's damp hands. The pale blonde stared slightly (obviously) in amazement at the woman in front of her. Always, with the composure. The sheer restraint. She knew the questions were dying at Cordelia's lips, but instead, the other girl had decided to flirt with her. 

Misty was scared, still, so Misty was okay with that.

[fictionalabyss]

I don’t understand.

Pairing : Tate Langdon x Reader

Word count : 1,684

Warnings : School shooting, violence, death

A/N : I hope to do more AHS, or even crossovers. Just waiting for more ideas to hit.

You hear the sound of glass breaking and looked up. “HEY!” The kids laughed, and one picked up another rock, throwing it at a stain glass window. “HEY!” You yelled again, louder and angrier as you ran closer to them.

They took off running and laughing, a chorus of “Psycho Lover!” ringing out behind them. You stood there by the gate of the house he had lived in. That’s who you were now. The psycho lover. Sighing, you remembered the last time you saw him. The boy you had had a crush on for years. Tate Langdon. You still couldn’t believe the quiet boy you had partnered with in Science had done it.

Closing your locker, you glanced across the hall to his locker. Furrowing your brow you glanced around wondering where he was. You were too shy to really talk to him, or even tell him how you felt about him. You had been harboring the crush for years, but you felt you weren’t good enough for him. You would pair with him for science labs when you could, trying to build up the courage to at least talk to him, but you never really did. And you had a lab later that day.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh?” You glanced back at your friend.

“Jesus Christ, just talk to him!”

“I don’t think he’s in today..” You glanced back towards his locker.

“Like that would change anything. You’ve been not talking to him every day he is in for the last 5 years. I had hoped high school would change that.”

“Shut up.” You shut your locker, glaring at your best friend.

“What do you have right now? I’m about to be late for English.”

“Free period. I have a project due, so I’ll be in the library. Now go, before you get suspended again.” You teased.

You were standing, leaning on a shelf with your nose in a book when the first shots rang out. You looked up, confused and walked to the end of the row and looked at the other people in the library.

As more shots rang out, they started to look scared too, but no one really moved. Not until a boy, Kevin, from your English class ran in the door and started to barricade it. “Someone is shooting up the school..” He told everyone as he moved furniture to block the door. “He’s just shooting people.”

Your face paled as someone asked if he was hit. He looked down at the blood on his hands, shaking and stuttering as he spoke. “Shit, I don- I don’t know, man. It’s not my blood. I was right next to Mark Finstein and the guy shot him in the freaking skull.”

“Who’s doing this!?”

“I d- I don’t know.”

“We need to get the hell out of here!”

Everyone froze as the shots rang closer. “Go! Go!” Mr Carmichael yelled, and everyone scurried to hide, you ducked back behind the bookcase, as far into the corner as you could get, hoping beyond hope if whoever it was came in you’d go unnoticed.

As the doorknob rattled, you held your breath. You heard something fall, flinching slightly, then listened as the footsteps moved away. A girl you knew but barely talked to came out of her hiding spot. You shook your head at her, pleading with your eyes for her to hide again. The foot steps approaching the other door.

“Lock the door!” Kyle told her, as loud as he dared. She just stood there, looking at him terrified. “Get- Get the door!”

As the door began to open, Mr Carmichael ran to it, holding it closed, gripping the handle and doing everything he could to keep the gunman from entering. For a moment, it was silent. Everyone once again holding their breath in hopes he would leave.

And then the shot, and Mr Carmichael yelled, dropping back from the door having been shot. Three bullet holes in the door.

The girl by the door, screamed and ran across the room towards you. You opened your arms and grabbed hold of her as soon as she was close, pulling her behind the bookcase with you.

The door opened, and the gunman walked in. You heard his boots hitting the floor as he moved around the aisles of bookcases. The two of you scurried to another aisle, hoping to avoid him. He whistled as he moved at a slow pace, like he had all the time, and not a care in the world. You were terrified.

You were both leaning your back against the bookcase when some books fell, and she screamed, dropping to the ground.

Then he came into view. “Tate?” You breathed out. It couldn’t be. He hesitated for an instant when he met your eyes. And then he raised the gun. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting, praying, though to who, you didn’t know. A shot rang out, loud, close, and then he walked away.

You cracked your eyes open, and realized he hadn’t shot you. Glancing down you saw her crumpled on the floor. “Steph..” You finally remembered her name. Her name was Stephanie.

“No! No! P-Please, no!” You heard Kevin begging before the next shot rang out, making you flinch.

You dropped to the ground next to her body as he continued to move around the library. You reached out pulling her close, hoping for an instant that she wasn’t dead. But there was no way she’d have survived that shot to the head. That could have been you. You stared down at her, shaking and afraid. Why hadn’t he shot you?

You couldn’t hear Kyle over the ringing in your ears. Nor could you hear someone grab the phone and begin to call for help. But the shot that rang out soon after, again made you flinch, and a tear run down your face. You wanted to get up, to ask him why, ask him to stop. Beg him to stop.

“Hey!” You looked up, you could see them. Kyle confronting Tate.  He spoke again as Tate raised the shotgun. “It’s enough, get out of here.” He was barely done speaking when Tate pulled the trigger, and Kyle fell back onto the table.

“Oh, oh god!” You heard a whimper from over by the tables. You closed your eyes, crying, wishing you were braver, stronger, anything that could stop this. Could stop him. A table and chairs clattered, then “Why?! Why!?” Before the next shot.

You don’t know how long you sat there, flinching with every shot, or even when the shots stopped. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, you were more afraid of the silence than you had been of the gunshots.

Then someone rounded the corner. “Miss? Miss are you okay, are you hurt?” You looked up at the man in full gear, shotgun in his hand, then down at your hands, covered in Stephanie’s blood. You let out a small sob as you shook. “She’s in shock, get her outside!”

Another man in gear swooped in, and grabbed hold of you. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassured you. But how could it? How could it ever be okay again.

You were outside by an ambulance as you got looked over, a blanket around you because you couldn’t stop shivering and shaking. “Miss? I know this is hard, but I need to ask you some questions.”

You looked away from the officer as you saw someone being brought out on a stretcher. Your best friend. You watched them run past, she looked almost dead already, having been shot in the stomach.

“Miss?” You looked back at him. “Can you at least answer one? Do you know who did this?”

“Tate.” You answered softly. “Tate Langdon. I-I don’t understand-”

“It’s okay.” He put a hand to your shoulder. “They’re going to bring you to the hospital now, okay?”

You were laying in a hospital bed. They insisted on keeping you due to the shock, and the survivors guilt. They were worried about your safety. Even though your parents insisted you wouldn’t harm yourself, you still hadn’t said a word to anyone other than that one officer. Your mother stayed at your side.

Every channel on the small hospital room tv was covering the story of the school shooting. Your mother went to turn it off, but when you saw a picture of Tate’s home, you grabbed her wrist. You cried again, hearing he was dead. Even with what he did, you had hoped he could be saved.

“Oh dear..” Your mother said softly, glancing at you. She knew how much you had liked him, and he had always been such a sweet boy as far as she knew. She figured that had been why you were saved. Maybe he had liked you too.

You pulled yourself from the bad memories with a sigh. Psycho Lover. All because of a crush, and a refusal to let kids wreck the beautiful house. It was only a matter of time before new people moved in, and they didn’t deserve this. Even if they did buy the Murder House.

The psycho lover protecting the murder house. It was enough to make you chuckle.

Sighing again, you turned to leave, and were about to when you heard a sound. Glancing at the house, you saw the front door now open. Confused, you scanned the windows. Had someone already moved in?

Then, in a downstairs window, you saw him. You let out a shaky breath as he smiled at you. The fear from that day taking over again. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

Without fully realizing, your feet were moving. You stepped past the front gate and moved up the walkway, your eyes glued to him as long as you could, and then they flicked to the front door. You stepped inside and there he was, standing, waiting, as beautiful as he had always been.

“Tate…”

He smiled at you again, you were so focused on him, on that smile, that you didn’t hear the door shutting behind you.

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[okayn-blog]

american horror story fics

100% by captivation

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: Violet Harmon is a new student at Westfield, and quickly becomes the star of the track team. But can she keep her hands off her coach, Tate Langdon?

my review: interesting au, and teacher/student fics are not for everyone, i know (hell, age difference fics aren't for everyone, either), but i like the set-up and the relationship between tate and violet. also, captivation is just awesome

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carillon by the book of nightmares

pairing: tate/violet

rating: t

summary: He hears bells in his head whenever his emotions surge and around her they've been surging a lot lately.

my review: beautiful. absolutely beautiful. i'm a total sucker for prose that seems almost like it's poetry, with all the imagery and figurative language. i want to curl up in this fic and sleep a hundred years sandwiched between violet's bird bones and the bells ringing in tate's head

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curio girl by gray glube

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: "She had had the air of remoteness that children, especially impish children, retain for some time after brushing through death" –Nabokov

my review: something's up with violet, and tate can't wrap his head around it, and damn it makes for a sexy one shot. ugh gray glube is everything to me

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dabda by gray glube

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: Her grief is ocean deep and burns like a gallon of saltwater going down. It chokes her and she's satisfied for it, she's more suited for it than she was for love.

my review: ANGSTY SMUTTY ANGRY HOT BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC SEXY GOODNESS THAT IS ALL

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druxy by gray glube

pairing: leah/violet, tate/violet

rating: m

summary: There are noises and glimpses of things that she notices. It's much less intimidating than that first time, the only time before when she walked into the house blitzed, amped up on diet pills and a half gram of cocaine.

my review: god i just love leah and when she's incorporated into fics so heavily like wow i have the weirdest fascination with her and of course this does not disappoint at all, but then again, how could it? it's gray glube

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fifteen blows to the back of your head by iloveyou123

pairing: leah/violet

rating: t

summary: it's always best when the light is off.

my review: remember how i mentioned i fucking love leah fics? because i really do ugh this one is lovely and all in lowercase which i am bias toward because yeah and there are quotes from climbing up the walls by radiohead, which is one of the ultimate tate/general ahs songs for me and WOW JUST LEAH/VIOLET OTP SIGH

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the finish line by howlsatthemoon

pairing: tate/violet

rating: t

summary: She catches him in the backyard, dozing off in the gazebo, the sunlight reflecting off his golden hair and the hint of a smile on the pink of his lips. A worn copy of a collection of Byron's poems and plays lies forgotten across his lap, the page folded where he'd been before he drifted off. This is when she likes him best. / Moments with Violet and Tate that we missed.

my review: so this amazing fic starts off all fuzzy and fluffy and sugar-flavored and it's so beautiful and perfect and it just makes you want to go and fall in love. but violate cannot stay that way for long and even though the end tears my heart apart it's still wrenching and tragic and wonderful and sigh another one of my absolute favorites

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flickers by pheromones

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: How can you fix something when you yourself are already beyond repair?

my review: best when read after pheromones' other amazing fic limp, which is on this list down in the chapter fics section but it's perfectly angsty and perfectly smutty and like wow

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i think i made you up inside my head by howlsatthemoon

pairing: tate/violet

rating: t

summary: This house is filled to the brim with ghosts, but you are the only monster.

my review: awesome au, killer soundtrack, beautiful writing, great ending, fucking mad girl's love song quote at the end and in the title uGH this fic is pure gold like i would go as far as to say it's my favorite ahs fic out there of all time

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latex i love you's by shootingstella

pairing: tate/violet

rating: t

summary: She needed him. And if there was one thing he needed more than his suit, it was her.

my review: interesting look into the sides of tate: normal tate, and rubberman, and the times he feels it's necessary to bring out rubberman

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midnight of the sun by unveiled creativity

pairing: none

rating: t

summary: Tate meets his son for the first time.

my review: no one ever goes this in-depth into michael!!! i love it!!!!!! period!!!!!!!

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milk it by scarlettwoman710

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: "Listen, we don't have to be like we were before," Tate murmured. "We're different now, I get that. It's not going to be all lovey-dovey bullshit. We'll be more like Sid and Nancy than Romeo and Juliet."

my review: sex competition between tate and violet okay that is all you need to know

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the not quite by mktoddsparky

pairing: tate/violet

rating: t

summary: /It will never be the kind of perfection that everyone else desires because they're stuck in time with their desires that will never be fulfilled; but it's perfection nonetheless, the blackest kind./ Or, running in circles, eternity at its darkest.

my review: i'm a weird little sucker for repeated phrases that makes prose seem like poetry and so this is amazing and it's just really really really good

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secondhand smoke by howlsatthemoon

pairing: tate/violet

rating: t

summary: Because even if he's been dead for fifty-something years and she for just a decade, children is all they really are. 

my review: i love the back and forth that they have and the precarious relationship they've drawn between themselves post-finale and also howlsatthemoon is gr9

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sharpen up those dragging hooks by littleindentree

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: After they scare the first family out of the house, Violet begins to punish Tate.

my review: another awesome creation by littleindentree with unique chalkboard communication and angsty violate and overall loveliness

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the sporting life by ohyellowbird

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: Tate keeps finding notes in his locker and is about to discover who hass been writing them.

my review: i just really love the set up with clever little violet leaving those insane notes in tate's locker ugh everything ohyellowbird writes is just so unique and great

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the w o r s t kind of lonely by mktoddsparky

pairing: none

rating: t

summary: /"your lungs will give out on you if you keep that up," they say, gesturing to the cigarette in her hand. "you'll die." she kind of laughs, wonders when the thought of death became better than the pretenses of living./ Or, Constance's last days.

my review: no one ever writes about constance like this because unfortunately all people seem to care about is violate (which admittedly is one of my reluctant traits) but ugh it's really good

chapter fics

the curve of her lips by ohyellowbird and scarlettwoman710

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

summary: When Tate Langdon escaped his old neighborhood for Hollywood and fame, he thought he'd never go back. Now, seventeen years later, visiting his mother to plan Adelaide's funeral, he meets a girl that begs the question: Could he ever leave?

my review: who in this fandom who regularly reads fic hasn't heard of the curve of her lips frlz it's absolutely flawless with all its forbidden love and taboo and age difference hotness and gOD THIS FIC IS GREAT FUCK FUCK FUCK

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cough into your sleeve by mel like mellow

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

chapters: eighteen

summary: I remember when you would say we'd be okay, come what may. / Teenagers will be teenagers.

my review: rewrite of the canon events that makes it 10x better ugh

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furnace room lullaby by littleindentree

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

chapters: four

summary: "Nothing, not even light, can escape." A Violet/Tate AU mystery-horror murder ballad set in 1994.

my review: au set up where they're both alive, beautiful writing, interesting where the plot is going, creative details strewn throughout and it's just amazing

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limp by pheromones

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

chapters: five

summary: "Romeo couldn't live without his Juliet, Sid couldn't live without his Nancy, and Tate Langdon certainly couldn't live without his Violet Harmon."

my review: favorite violate smut ever seriously they just get really into their first time and that may be gross to some people and tate says some fucking weird as hell things during that sex scene but they're TATE THINGS TO SAY WHICH MAKES IT AMAZING OKAY people are always like "tate is this gentle angelic little daisy who only says good pure things to violet!" during sex scenes and i'm like yo pheromones holla

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momma, i'm in love with a criminal by venomoxide

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

chapters: five

summary: When Violet meets her new next-door neighbor, things don't go quite as she expects. As police cars and a state wide search for a killer in the area puts everyone on edge, she finds her previously dull life flipped upside down.

my review: so so promising already after only a couple of chapters and there's plenty of leah and awesome au-ness that's so unique plus tate is a super creepy and mysterious and sexy killer neighbor and who doesn't love that am i right ladies

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oh, how it burns by applythepressure

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

chapters: twelve

summary: Oh, how it burns. Oh, how he burns her.

my review: such a simple but poignant writing style with super amazing characterization and dialogue i love it

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tate's conscience by thedevotchka

pairing: tate/violet

rating: m

chapters: seventeen

summary: Tate hates high school. He hates his girlfriend, fake friends and his 'promising track career'. It's not what he wants. He wants her... the pretty, peculiar new girl. Only problem is? She can't stand him and he can't seem to change her mind.

my review: i think tate is super spot on in this with the whole "kiss or kill" mentality that evan peters once mentioned but is never quite done right in most other fics but this is perfect

[dayfoxx-fic]

Hey, could you write a foxxay sick fic please?

Cuteness? Cuddles? Sniffly, cranky witches? Yes, please.