This is just a sweet Violate story that is Christmas themed. I had some free time today and wanted to give everyone on here a special present. So please enjoy and Happy Christmas! :)

One Year After (the season finale)

It was Christmas time in the Murder House. Ben, Vivien, Moira, and Violet had spent the entire day decorating the house. Every hallway was lit with twinkle lights and lined with decorations. The main living room held a huge tree that was covered in ornaments. There was not a dark spot in the entire house, except for the basement. The four ghosts rarely ever went into the basement anymore, and the ghosts in the basement rarely left.

The Murder House had been for sale for a year. Marcy was trying her hardest to get someone to buy it, but no one was interested. She hadn't had a viewing of the house in months. She left the house furnished exactly the way that the last family had it in the hopes that someone would buy it fully furnished. She rarely stopped by the house these days because there were no viewings. The ghosts enjoyed the peace and quiet because it meant that they could walk around freely, as if they were still alive. Violet also took it upon herself to change her room back to the way it had looked before. Marcy noticed the change but decided to ignore it. She did not want to mess with whatever was in this house.

Violet was standing on the ladder, putting the angel on top of the tree, when Ben and Vivien walked into the living room. Vivien was holding her baby boy, Nickolas. She smiled up at her daughter. Vivien could not have been happier that her family was finally complete. She had noticed, however, as the days went by Violet became more and more introverted. Her daughter, that was full of smiles this time last year, was now only smiling if someone smiled at her first. Vivien had also taken notice that Violet rarely left her room. Some nights she would walk past her daughter's door and hear crying coming from the other side.

Vivien handed Nickolas to Ben and walked over to Violet, placing her hand on her daughter's back. "Baby girl, can I talk to you for a moment in the kitchen?" Violet nodded her head and climbed off the ladder, following her mother into the kitchen. Vivien sat on one of the bar stools and Violet sat opposite her.

"Violet, what's wrong?"

Violet smiled at her mother. "I'm fine, mom."

"That is the worst fake smile that I have ever seen. I'm your mother. I can tell when you are upset." Vivien took on of Violet's hands in hers. "You can tell me anything, Violet."

Violet let her smile fall and could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "I miss him. I know that I shouldn't, but I do…"

"You miss Tate… Oh honey, I didn't even think of how lonely you must feel, not having anyone but your father and I."

Violet shook her head. "I'm so happy that our family is together and that I have you and dad. It was enough for months, but now… I feel like I am all alone. I can't stop thinking about him. I haven't seen him in a year. I'm so sorry, mom. I should hate him for what he did to this family!"

Vivien took a deep breath. "Ghosts can hold grudges for a long time, and I have every right to hold a grudge against Tate. But I don't… He did something awful to me and this family, but if he hadn't, we would not be together right now." She squeezed Violet's hand. "I would have lost you. I'm so happy now, with you, Nickolas, and your father. This is my happy ending. And you, Violet, deserve your own."

Violet looked at her mom in confusion. "How?"

"Go find him. Talk to him. See how you feel when you spend time with him again. If all you feel is anger and resentment, then you will know that you made the right choice to leave him. If you still love him, then take him back. You chose your happy ending, baby girl, and I will be happy that you are happy."

Violet smiled at her mother. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too." Vivien kissed Violet on her forehead. "Now, go! Your father and I will finish decorating." Violet stood up and began to walk out of the kitchen but turned around when Vivien called out to her. "Oh! And Violet, remember… Follow your heart not you head."

…

Violet walked out of the kitchen and headed to the place that she had been avoiding for the past year. She opened the door to the basement and took a deep breath, trying to build up the courage to walk down the stairs. She stood at the top of the stairs for a few moments before finally descending into the darkness. She looked in the first room that had the white rocking chair in it. That was where Tate normally sat when he was down here, but the chair was empty. She searched the rest of the basement and found nothing.

"He isn't down here, little nightingale. He hasn't been down here in months." Violet turned around and saw Hayden sitting in the rocking chair.

"Where is he?"

Hayden smirked while rocking back and forth. "He is in the attic. Maybe he is trying to stay in the light as much as possible."

Violet did not stay in the dark basement any longer. She bounded up the stairs and locked the door. The lock wouldn't keep the ghosts down there, but it made her feel safer. She ran up the stairs to the second floor. She slowed down when she got to the upstairs hallway. She stopped to catch her breath before pulling down the attic stairs. She slowly climbed up the stairs and into the attic.

There he was, sitting on an old box that probably held many memories from previous owners. The moonlight was shining in the window and reflecting off most of his body. The only part of him that was covered by darkness was his face.

Violet stood up and walked closer to him, hoping that he would turn and look at her. Tate kept his eyes looking out the window.

"365." Violet said. Her voice echoing around the open room. Tate didn't move or acknowledge her in any way.

"634." She moved another step closer to him.

"1."

Tate took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Violet, why are you spitting off random numbers at me?"

Violet moved to sit on the window ledge so that she was directly in his line of sight. Tate moved his eyes down and stared at his hands. Violet sighed.

"It has been 365 days since I last talked to you… It has been 634 days since the first day I ever spoke to you… There hasn't been 1 day I haven't missed you."

"You've kept count of all of this?" Tate replied without any emotion.

Violet ignored his question by asking another. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

When Tate did not answer, she continued. "You caught me cutting and said some ridiculous line about how to kill myself. You were such a dick, but for some reason I was drawn to you. No one had ever talked to me like that before. I listened in on your session with my dad the next day, and you caught me. Then we talked in my room. You touched my scars, and it made me so nervous because I felt something for you right away. I had never felt like that towards anyone. You got me and understood me. I was instantly hooked. I didn't even know you… But it didn't matter."

Tate finally looked into Violet's eyes and spoke to her in an angry tone. "Why are you doing this?"

Violet's eye grew wide. "Why are you being so cold and mean?"

"You think I am being cold and mean? You sent me away, Violet! You told me goodbye, and left. I am trying to leave you alone like you want! Why are you here?" Tate had tears in his eyes as he yelled at her. Violet leaned back against the wall, frightened by his reaction. She felt a few tears roll down her cheeks.

"Tate… I tried. I tried for an entire year to get over you! But… every time I close my eyes I see you. Every time I hear a noise I think it might be you. I look for you in every shadowed corner of this God damned house. I fucking miss you! Okay?"

Tate turned his head away from her so that she could not see the tear that fell from his eyes. He shook his head. "No. No, Vi. It's not okay. I know that I hurt you, but did you ever think that you hurt me too? I know that I deserve all of the hurt that I feel… But you fucking ripped my heart out!"

"Tate, I'm sorry. I thought that if I left you then every thing would be okay for my family. I never knew how much they meant to me until I thought that I lost them. I just want them to be happy."

"Then why are you here now?" Tate looked up into her face again and saw the line of tears running down her cheeks. She looked beautiful in the moon light, even though she was crying.

"I talked to my mom, and she wants me to be happy. I came up here to find you because you were the only thing in my life that made me happy. I wanted to see if that was still true." She reached her hand out and placed it on his knee. His hand instantly went to hers and intertwined their fingers together.

"And?" His eyes questioned her just as much as his words. Violet smiled at him. Tate pulled her hand closer to him, causing Violet to stand and move in front of where he was sitting. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap. "You make me happy, Tate. I must be seriously fucked up."

Tate smiled at her. "Well we can be fucked up together." He leaned close to her and waited for her to close the space between them. Hers lips touched his gently, and she instantly let out a sigh. Violet pulled away from his lips. "I have been wanting to do that for a year." Tate laughed and pulled her mouth back to his.

The kiss was full of passion. Violet grabbed the back of Tate's neck and pulled him closer to her. Tate's arms tightened around her waist. They were both holding tightly to one another in the fear that one of them might disappear.

"Come down stairs with me, Tate." Violet whispered as she pulled away from him. She stood up and took his hand in hers, leading him to the ladder. Tate followed her all the way to her bedroom but stopped when they reached the doorway. "Come inside, Tate." Tate stood still. Violet walked up to him and placed her hands on his chest. He looked down into her eyes. "I'm scared." He confessed.

"Of what?"

"Of you…" Tate looked deeply into Violet's eyes. She frowned at his reply, and he continued to speak. "I am afraid that you are going to change your mind. I can't go through that again, Violet. I will lose my mind, for good this time."

Violet placed her hand against his cheek and wiped away one of his tears. "I'm not going to change my mind. I promise you that I will always be here, if that is what you want." She smiled up at him, hoping that he recognized that she had quoted something he told her after they had spent their first night together. Tate smiled down at her and captured her lips in his again. His arms wrapped around her waist, picking her up so that he could carry her to her bed and place her down on the mattress.

Tate questioned her with his eyes, making sure that this is what she wanted. Violet blushed and nodded her head. Tate's lips began to leave kiss all over her face and neck. Violet moaned at the sensations that were running through her body.

The first time that they had been together had been rough and intense, but this time was slow and full of love. Tate kissed every inch of Violet's body as if he was memorizing every one of her features. Violet's hands caressed every section of Tate's skin. Both of them were moaning and gasping at each other's movements. Tate took his time with her, sending her over the edge multiple times before finally giving her exactly what she wanted. Violet would never be as happy as she was when she was fully connected to Tate. Tate moved at a slow pace until she was begging him to go faster. They both reached their releases together, moaning out names and phrases that filled the room.

Tate was lying on his back in the middle of Violet's bed. Her purple sheets were covering him from the waist down. Violet's upper body was lying against his chest, and her lower body was covered by the bed sheets. Tate was running his fingers lightly up and down her back as she ran hers up and down his arm. Violet leaned her head up to look at the clock on her dresser.

"Merry Christmas, Tate." She smiled at him and placed a kiss on his nose. Tate scrunched up his face at her innocent sign of affection, making her giggle. Tate loved how innocent and loving she always was after they had been together. She would do little things that made his unmoving heart twinge. She would kiss his nose, eyes, and cheeks constantly. She would run her fingers through his hair. She would giggle at the little things he did or said. These were things that only he got to see, and they made him love her even more.

"Merry Christmas, Violet. I love you." He could not hold back his love for her any longer. She had only said it to him once, and he knew that she might never say it again. He knew how much he had hurt her, and he was prepared for her to never feel as strongly for him as he did for her. He would be happy the rest of his existence as long as he was around her.

Violet looked into his eyes and did not react for a long moment. She finally smiled at him and whispered. "I love you too, Tate." Tate's smile lit up his entire face.

Violet whispered to him again. "Promise me that no matter what happens, no matter how much we fight or get upset, we will spend every Christmas like this."

Tate kissed her gently. "That is a promise that I will always keep, my love."