#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.”

[starwlkers]

Fic Masterlist

AMERICAN HORROR STORY 

ONE SHOTS:

this wickedness; n s f w  (michael langdon x reader)

fever dreams; s f w    (michael langdon x reader)

reunion; s f w   (michael langdon x reader)

“friends?”; s f w   (michael langdon x reader)

you are loved; s f w   (michael langdon x reader)

stay with me; n s f w   (michael langdon x reader)

the wretched and joyful; n s f w  (michael langdon x reader)

don’t stand so close to me; s f w(michael langdon x reader x madison montgomery) 

your love would be too much; n s f w (michael langdon x reader) [WIP]

thrill of the chase; n s f w (michael langdon x reader)

just a little break; n s f w (michael langdon x reader) 

SERIES: 

give me a glimpse inside your head [part 1] [part 2] ; n s f w  (michael langdon x reader)

angel of small death; n s f w  [part1] [part 2] (michael langdon x reader)

ASKS/PROMPTS:

“Close the door...I didn’t say you could leave...” ; n s f w (michael langdon x reader) 

HOUSE OF CARDS 

ONE SHOTS: 

in the winter sun; s f w (duncan shepherd x reader)

sweet as wine; n s f w (duncan shepherd x reader)

SERIES:

ASKS/PROMPTS:

“ Are you actually turned on right now?” ; n s f w (duncan shepherd x reader)

“What did you just say?” ; n s f w  (duncan shepherd x reader)

 TRIBES OF PALOS VERDES:

ONE SHOTS:

  a little luck; n s f w (jim mason x reader)

just one more time, baby; n s f w (jim mason x reader) 

the sweeter the sun; n s f w (jim mason x reader)

SERIES:

AKS/PROMPTS:

“What? Are you jealous?” ; n s f w (jim mason x reader) 

edit: once I’m a decent way into a fic, I’ll name it and add it here. 

[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.

[starwlkers]

If youre still doing numbers from that prompt list, can you do 4 with Michael please??

“Close the door…I didn’t say you could leave, I just told you to close the door”

Notes: I’m making this cocky Hawthorne! Michael :))

warnings: dub-con? 

You can’t help but sneer at Michael as you shake your head in annoyance and distaste at the situation you’ve put yourself in. His room seems to be closing in on you and all you want to do is wipe that smug look off his face and leave. Michael sits splayed out across his bed, his uniform is undone and his jacket missing. It feels like deja vu all over again. You spin around on your heel and make way for the door swinging it open about to leave but Michael’s, sharp controlled voice calls behind you. 

“Close the door…I didn’t say you could leave.” 

You let out a sound of disbelief and spin around to see if he’s actually serious, the cracked door swaying in your grip. Michael is still sitting just as casually as before the only thing different is the look of silent rage building and his downturned lips. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do after one lousy fuck, Michael.” You open the door wider to leave but the doorknob escapes your hand and the door slams shut, locking. 

“I just told you to close the door.”  

You flinch at the sudden closeness of his voice. You don’t even need to look to know he is hovering behind you, waiting for you to notice him. Then again, its hard not to notice him when he wants attention. You can feel Michael’s breath tickling against your neck, his plush lips barely skimming the skin below your ear. You shudder and try to focus on your anger but the growing ache Michael seems to ignite in you only grows. 

Michael runs a hand down your side slipping it down across your thighs, skimming the hem with his fingers. You inhale deeply and close your eyes trying not to give in to what he wants. 

“A lousy fuck? How rude.” His fingers dip below the hem rubbing circles against your inner thigh. “After all that noise you made the last time, almost getting us caught, you’d think one would be more appreciative. Grateful, even.” 

You bite down on your bottom lip as Michael’s fingers travel further up, tracing the lining of your panties before pushing a finger inside you. You let out an embarrassingly loud gasp and shudder as Michael chuckles against you. 

“Looks like your cunt is a lot more honest than you are.” 

Michael flicks his free hand and in quick, sudden fashion your hands are flat against the door and you are unable to move them. You groan as he shoves a second finger inside of you. Michael steps forward again, pressing himself firmly against your back. You sigh with want as you feel his growing bulge pressed against your ass. 

“I’ll let you go once I hear the truth come from your mouth, not just your cunt.” 

You can’t move at all now, only able to tilt your head back to whine and moan. You let out a strangled cry as Michael inserts a third finger and stretches out his fingers against the walls of your cunt. You can hear the wet squelch you make with each thrust of his fingers. You’ve never felt more ashamed or turned on in your life, you’re practically dizzy with it. Your fingers are white-knuckled against the wooden door and your arms and legs shake with the weight of your building orgasm. 

Michael runs his free hand under your shirt and cups your breasts, squeezing and caressing the overly sensitive nipples. With each languid, torturous touch you can feel your willpower breaking down. He slips his fingers from inside of you and smears your wetness against your folds trailing up to rub your clit. You knew every sight and twitch of your body only encouraged him but you couldn’t control yourself. He constantly had you on edge. Michael hums into your ear and you want to scream and yell at him but only another desperate moan comes out. 

He contiunes to thumb your clit and slips fingers back into you, slowly running them around your walls. Michael circles his thumb rough against your clit and you nearly choke on your own cry as the pressure only builds. You feel tight all over, full and empty all at the same time. You squeeze your thighs as best you can around his hand begging in all but words for more. Michael let go of your clit and pumps his finger back into you. 

“Are you ready to tell the truth now?”

You let out a sob of pleasure and clench around him. “Yes! Yes, Michael, please!”

Your orgasm is fast and shaky. Your cunt throbs around his fingers as he slowly pulls them out. He runs your wetness across your lips and you can practically hear him smiling. 

“Good girl.”

tags: 

@softlangdvn, @wroteclassicaly, @lvngdvns, @readsalot73, @boofy1998, @sebastianshoe, @tigers-pat, @avesatanormalpeoplescareme, @langdonsoceaneyes

[dayfoxx-fic]

Hey, could you write a foxxay sick fic please?

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

[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