۟ ིྀ ᛝ ་ ♡ 𝓣𝘩𝘦 𝓑𝘰𝘺
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tate x violet, soft, fluff, yearning!tate
Violet Harmon and her parents had just moved into their new home, she feels uneasy. Violet has this unsettling feeling whenever she takes a glance at her newfound home. Could it be because she's aware there's a pack of ghosts in there? A particular ghost even..
Heads up!!! This is my first fic and I just wanted to write an idea I had so apologies for my terrible grammar... I'm used to reading fics but never in my life have I tried to write one. This is a Violet x Tate fic but feel free to replace Violet with yourself. Anyway, have fun reading!
VIOLET #1
A dream like no other, Violet wakes up from another vision of the same boy she sees every time. With his shaggy, dirty blond hair, rich, deep brown eyes and edgy character. Each dream she has is always about him, whether she wants it to be or not. This one felt strangely different this time. Usually she's always getting some sort of secret message but this felt normal. It was him. Sitting in a room, playing with his silver ring that almost took the attention away from his well-structured, attractive face, not looking fazed by anyone or anything. Why was she getting these dreams? No one can tell.
After a few minutes of procrastinating, Violet's mom, Vivien Harmon, barges into her room, announcing to Violet about a sudden move. "Violet, honey. Me and your father have decided it'd be better for us to relocate to another area. We all need a fresh start and that's understandable, yes?" Vivien came out with, "Mom, are you serious? I'm fine with the idea but I really prefer staying here" Violet followed up after. She wasn't too keen on the thought of moving houses but whatever makes her mom happy, makes her happy. "Actually, mom. I'd love that." Vivien's face brightened up, knowing her daughter want's to move as well. "Okay well, start packing your things. We're gonna head out once you've finished." Vivien leaves her room, giving Violet some time to box up all of her stuff. She starts loading her boxes and a suitcase her mother gave her and took in a deep sigh, "I wish I didn't have to do this but here I am." she groaned.
It's already been an hour and she finished packing up. (Im kinda lazy to write them going to the murder house but timeskip to them there.. sorry yall its like nearly 3 AM)
Violet and her parents arrived at their new house and Vivien couldn't be more happy to get inside and take the first look, whereas Violet is dreading the spooky vibes she's getting from the looks of the house. "Why don't you explore the house, get used to it? And don't forget to check out your room upstairs. I would like to see your room at least 30% stuffed with all your belongings. Do I make myself clear, Violet?" Ben declared, Violet's dad, "Yes, dad. I get it. I'm going to my room right now and you probably shouldn't bother me because I'm going to be so busy unpacking and y'know... Stuff." She spoke sarcastically. Violet stepped onto the creaky, wooden staircase that followed up to her room and finally got to the doorframe. She scans the area, breathing in the dust that slightly shines under the sunlight. This was going to be the room she stays in for who knows how long. "Jeez, this has to be haunted" Violet muttered, "How could you tell? " an unrecognizable voice said in a cheeky, nonchalant tone, coming from behind Violet. She shuddered and turned her head around speedily, spotting a boy around her age that freakishly has the same features the boy she dreams about has. "Who are you? How the hell did you get in here!?" she chirped, "I'm Tate. You could say I'm.. 'familiar' with your dad." Grinning from ear to ear.
VIOLET #2
It was already 3:24 in the afternoon and not much was unpacked. Violet observed Tate from head to toe. She happened to catch sight of a gleaming silver ring on his left hand, the same eye-catching ring that she's well known with. He was beautiful, and she couldn't stop herself from staring at him for an awful amount of time. "Well, Tate... Why are you in MY room." Spoke Violet, waiting for the man who's as pretty as the feeling you get when you listen to your favorite song on repeat during a cold, winter night. So cold it's nearly numbing, to return an answer. "Thought I'd check out who lives here now, y'know what I mean. On top of that, I envisioned you to look this alluring, Violet. It hurts, ouch!" snickered Tate, teasing Violet to get a reaction out of her. "You envisioned me...? And my name, how do you know what it is."
"I've seen you before, in my mind. I saw a future with us. We were together. I know this is a lot to handle but, even though you've only been in my head, I still greatly believe that we should be together." Tate spoke softly, "Are you completely out of your mind? I don't even know you. Except... For some reason, someone similar to you has been showing up in all of my dreams." violet followed up after.
HELLO! since this is only a trope/idea I had, I actually don't know what else to write since I am not a usual fanfic writer... But this will be updated with a better plot i promise 😭 thank u for giving this a chance <3
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