Disclaimer: I don't own any American Horror Story characters or plot lines, if I did, Tate would have continued to be adorable and there would have been a real sex scene with him and Violet, mostly because I love Evan Peters…
AN: Hey! So I started writing this back when we didn't know Tate was in fact Rubber Man and this is based off a theory I had. It went like this: Violet was going to help Tate cross over but in the end she was going to be in some sort of danger and he was going to give up his afterlife to come back to Murder House and make do on his promise to protect her. So bare with me guys, this is already an AU….
Violet ran up the stairs as fast as her legs allowed her, panic stricken and out of breath as the man in the rubber suit chased her. She had never seen him before but she had no doubt in her mind that he was there to harm her. Violet was no stranger to the ways of her house and the creatures that inhabited it and she sensed she was about to meet the worst of them. The black rubber looked almost liquid and as dark as the soul of whoever was wearing it.
She had never wished for her parents to come home before but something told her that they would be just as powerless as she was to fight the Rubber Man.
She found herself inside the bathroom, barricading the entrance with the small closet where her mother kept all the clean towels, toiletries and lotions. After securing the door she crawled into the bathtub, hugging her knees to her chest as she tried to regain her breath.
Then, it all came back to her, how she was almost murdered by a crazy bitch trying to reenact a gruesome homicide and how she herself tried to end her life; both this memories were tied to this bathtub. They were also tied to Tate.
Oh, Tate. Her sweet, caring and loving Tate
He had saved her in both those occasions and now he was gone. It was unfair of Constance to ask for her help to assist Tate to cross over, it was unfair because she had to let go of the one person she had truly cared about in a long time, but she understood why she had to do it. Tate needed to cross over, to gain closure and peace of mind.
But, oh, how she missed him and how she loved him still and how she utterly regretted not telling him that she was as in love with him as he was with her.
It was normal for her to fall asleep at night thinking about him, she had never stopped. Some nights, alone in bed, she could almost feel his warm, strong arms holding her, his chapped lips brushing against hers, his fingers caressing her hair as he smirked and grinned at her.
Tate had promised to always protect her, to never let anybody or anything hurt her, but that promise seemed hallow as Violet heard the heavy steps of that sinister Rubber Man coming closer to the bathroom door. She could see how the little closet she trusted could stop him was shaking and was about to fall.
In that moment, nothing else mattered and she pictured Tate with his loving smile and warm arms surrounding her in a tight embrace as she arrived to the other side so they could be together forever. She trusted that if she was going to die that night, Tate was going to be waiting for her over there.
"Tate, I love you." Violet closed her eyes and whispered to herself.
Little did she know that her confession had woken her ghostly boyfriend to make do on his promise.
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