Author's Note: Finally I am writing an one-shot which is slightly different. It's not just about Elsa or anything with dream couples even OCs shipped with my favorite Ahs characters that are actually my obsession except the new language's couple that is translating in the one-shot series is Constance and Travis or rather the ship name for them Consavis. To be honest, I'm mildly nervous how this one-shot is going to be rated by the others though it's mildly AU, due for not watching Murder House for months and I don't recall it perfectly as Asylum or Freak show.
Anyway I hope you like and enjoy it!!

Trigger Warning For 💀Strong Language, Masturbation, Fingering, Oral Sex(The Female Earning it) and Sexual Content 💀

The contemporary world, full of dangers and crude realism blanketed superficially the huge world like veneered plywood, attached to the walls for extending the isolation's potent. The contemporary world was darkened not only by galore of psychopaths and recidivists with rich criminal record, paging their heinous deeds, moreover the lavish assemble of serial killers, burglars, liars, frauds, manipulators, ghosts and just perfectly normal types.

The ghost was an ambiguous moniker. Rather for the translucent figures, endlessly and wretchedly expediting their adventure overally the familiar and unfamiliar areas for them after the malfunction of the peace swaddling them as a pearly child in the heaven's sweet, comforting clouds and opulent of breathtaking towers, homes and gardens being part of their new home and situated on the clouds as God and his servants and angels' diligent, strong-willed hard work with their calloused after the strenuous dirty work of constructing and building for the recently welcomed souls that have just found peace with themselves lastly their homes for their absolute eternal peace. Former mortals with ethereally timeless souls, dwelling out of their fleshy corpses when the mortals' days were already reckoned not only by God, but also by the celestial's book, paging every living being's birth date and date of their exact death.
Or on the contrary, the ghost person of the earthborn world, who doesn't want to participate and to be associated with anything socially even finding its own job, making friendships and own family with adorable children, spawning from its own one of a kind spawns with a specific breed, passively lives its own life and not having fun like traveling, discovering new, enigmatic places and the ethereal nature's aesthetic and grace.

The infamous Murder House was already inhabited by the newly arrived family the Harmons and their optimistic intentions of having a fresh start in Los Angeles with their occupancy of the two-story, old, dilapidating house. Unlike the neighbourhood house which actually belonged to Constance with her children and her toy boy Travis, everything seemed peaceful.

The night was quieter in the neighbourhood. The round, full moon gleamed palish, luster light dark areas, marking its own territory of conquer. The night lamps weren't flickering at all. The nocturnal, eloquent song of the crickets danced, encircling the lethally silent locality. Certain facades' lights were turned on, keeping the passing strangers and vehicles' wits about the life beneath the facades' walls.

Constance sent her toy boy Travis to the nigh grocery store for a couple of cigarette packages, a fine bourbon and a few ingredients which were missing in the refrigerator for certain meals' preparation. Anyway Adelaide preferred to accompany the young man, in fact, she quickly became fond of Travis platonically and appreciated his optimism and his advises, brightly contrasting her mother's pragmatic worldview, cusping with sheer pessimism and her unfair treatment sometimes due to despondent spirits, overtaking her like deadly sins after blatantly violating the one of the ten commandements at least.

No wonder where Tate would be unlike not staying so much at his own house and paying a visit to the current Harmons' property, crucially because of Violet and climbing surreptitiously to her bedroom's window like a young Romeo, head over heels in love with his own Juliette as a young forbidden love even though Violet's parents noticed how their daughter wasn't attending school regularly lately and staying at home essentially because of the bullies and spending more time with the ghost of Tate, who's responsible for the mass shooting in one of the high schools.

After monotonous clicks wobbling up to the front door's threshold, Travis and Adelaide were on their journey to the grocery store which was frequently working even shortly after midnight.

"I don't know what's your mother's problem," After a heavy, stubborn sigh coursed from the top of his clean, youthful lungs, whereas the older lady's roseate lips were curled in an eerie flat line, indicating her neutrality. Neither a frown, nor a smile. The both adults were passing through the locality's illuminated even darkened houses, their footsteps scarcely echoing against the cemented sidewalk. "We argue quite often due to our disagreements and she doesn't clearly understand my wishes." His complaint spoke volumes and emotions how the huge age gap affected the former actress's relationship with the young man, due to their disagreements and completely different worldviews, clashing altogether.

"Mom is sometimes like that. You can always expect her controversial opinion especially if you aren't feeling ready for it." The middle-aged woman glanced back at the young man. "And you tell her right away, but anyway the honesty is truly appreciated."

"Sometimes she's quite bitchy, however, I cannot dump her, Addie," Emphasis highlighted the adjective after glancing back at the middle-aged woman as his neck-length chestnut hair bounced with every step, vaguely echoing the cemented sidewalk. A woeful smile perched on his pale, cherub lips. The light autumn zephyr bristling and fanning their bounching hairs and blanketing with mild chilliness their solely exposed fleshes to the nocturnal autumn zephyr, the young man's heart was tearing off on trillions of glassy, flimsy pieces due to the potent, heating discords they're having on certain topics and the impossible intention of dumping her even cheating on her with younger, ageless lady, spiking his bones and muscles with sore pain. "I truly love her and she's straightforward as a bullet which I truly appreciate as a trait of hers, at least!"

"It's true and she told me you'd make the perfect father for being so nice to me and Beau." Suddenly cherry blush touched his chubby, well-sculptured cheeks. Flattery muting off his vortex of thoughts and molting his heart at the candidly touching words of Adelaide. A childlike mirthful smile broke Adelaide's facial expression, inhaling inwardly, elatedly the fresh autumn, nocturnal air.

"D-Did she truly say that?" Meantime, the juvenile actor gnawed on his lower pale-pinkish lip, incredulity contouring his charming facial features.

"Yeah, mom truly meant it! Whatever she says, she says it from the bottom of her heart!"

"Well, I'm gonna need his address." Travis's lips parted in the blunt scoff, overlooking the young woman, who was standing eerily in the middle of the countless's house yard which they passed through.

"Whose address?" A jubilant, inauthentic giggle escaped her tongue after tickling her round stomach and throat.

"The man who taught her to be honest. So I can send him a thank you card." The punchline of the joke broke to tears and stomachache the both adults as they stopped in a halt on the sidewalk, incapable of controlling their cordial, high-spirited guffaws, tickling their stomaches and corners of their mouth until the young gentleman felt a feminine, unfamiliar hand clawing beggingly his muscly, broad shoulder.

"No need to! But that's pretty good punchline of the joke, Travis! You're supposed to become a comedian." Oblivious of Hayden's presence, their mouths were widely opened in the healthy laughter, sinisterly contrasting the crickets' songs and the lethal silence, overpowering any background noise. "Travis, look behind you!" Afterwards the mirth once decorating their facial features after the punchline of the joke climaxed, a startled flat line replaced the radiant, cheerful smile of Adelaide, ebbing out the merriness, sheening her chubby, round profile.

"Oh, look at you!" A half-hearted hiss escaped the brunette's tongue, shortly before seductively, cocksurely grinning at the handyman after turning to face the stranger ghost. "The old hag's toy boy," Haughty, infernal chuckle clicked the roof of the ghost's mouth. In the meanwhile, the middle-aged lady attempted to not take seriously the brunette, whereas the handyman's jaw chattered, gritting his teeth and grimacing his face, glare casted on Hayden's porcelain, young-looking complexion. "Where are you going or rather thinking of going?"

"First and foremost, it's not your business! Second, Constance isn't an old hag and I'm not her toy boy! Is that clear to you, Miss?" The sharp, rebuking timbre of Travis, bubbling up a lump in his Adam's apple punctured his hostility towards the former mortal. Dark smirk indicated Hayden's arrogance, embellishing his beautiful, youthful facial attributes, while her coffee brown irises spoke emotions. Emotions of lust, conceit and stubbornness sparkling and dancing across her indiscernible coffee brown jewels.

"It's just Hayden," Meanwhile, her cold breath fanned his face, in spite of the actor withdrew with a handful of inches, increasing the proximity he shared with the spectral and discomfort and nausea immersing the pit of his belly. "And I'm sure you're so sick and tired of that old hag telling you whatever to do and yelling at you!" A quirk creased the young gentleman's dark, thick eyebrows, narrowing them fiercely, whilst Adelaide swallowed hard at the younger lady's derisive words after searing her venomous serpentine tongue and slipping out as an attack.

"You're full of shit, Hayden! You don't have any idea," All of a sudden, the spectral tried her best to approach the actor, although his withdrawal from her and the middle-aged woman's pudgy hand reaching for his mammoth, smoothly soothing hand, squeezing it gently and her fingers knotting the knuckles.

"Travis, it's better for us to go and ignore this little slut!" At the moment, Adelaide cut off curtly, sharply Travis, dragging him towards her, in order to flee the antagonizing territory and not wasting valuable time with the brunette. "Constance wouldn't be alright if we waste so much time." The handyman managed a nod to the older lady with a vague smile, blossoming on his parchment complexion, averting his glare from the stranger.

"You're absolutely right, Addie!" After backing up his stepdaughter, he didn't turn his back ever again to face even glimpse back at the former mortal, continuing their journey to the grocery store. "What a waste of time with that psychotic charlatan!" Even though a few minutes of bland conversation and taunts between him and the stranger, nevertheless, it aided him to show her true colors and what her malicious intentions were capable of harming and succumbing the juvenile gentleman if his childlike naivety allowed him to resurface without Constance's daughter company by his side.

"Constance is only using you, because of your youthful beauty and for taking care of her kids!" In spite of the brunette's manipulative nature and her authorative caution, the older adults overlooked her as if her existence ceased for them. The impending destination to the supermarket wasn't tiresome at all for the both adults after confronting the formal mortal.

In less than a quarter an hour, Travis and Adelaide entered in the supermarket which was unamusingly almost empty except a horde of teenagers and a few middle-aged adults. The store's interior was embraced by a handful of sellers, working night shifts and wearing kindhearted, glowing smiles, smeared across their lips. The speakers lowly humming the evening news and thereafter shuffling with abundance of modern songs was something common to tingle indifferent tunes for the customers. With a nod and simple greeting at the sellers, their presences dunk their steps inside the store and commencing their adventorous journey with a shopping cart and inspecting the corners of the supermarket for the supplies which Constance sent her lover.

The smoothness of their supermarket voyage through the numerous racks of junk food, vegetables, fruit, noodles and rich variety of pastas, home supplies and many others was a retrospective sequence of not disappointing Constance with their absence, lingering on the streets or anywhere else. After the required supplies and Buffalo Trace bourbon were set in the shopping cart, suddenly the actor transported the cart to the rack with the galore choice of sweets and subsequently putting a big chocolate bar, earning Adelaide's incredulity, raising an arch of her dark eyebrow, whilst wobbling up to her step-father and her mouth opened in a soft O, agape by the actor's chocolate append to the other stores.

"Travis, that's awfully sweet but it's needless!" Stammer lurched awkwardly backward and forward in her throat. Flatter flapped its golden wings of self-consciousness, consequently fleeing in the heavenly realm of her childish side and her pure adoration for the sweets. Uncomfortability paralyzed her trembling fingers, pawing the steel material of the shopping cart.

"Sweetheart, you're a special one of a kind that deserves a present at least once to pamper yourself!"

"I've always appreciated your goodwill and the affection you give me as my own father," Swallowing hard while woefully peeping over the shopping cart and the eyecandy prospect of the chocolate bar glimmering crystalline, translucent tears into her dark jewels. "And the tea parties with Beau and I, nevertheless," Even the oddness in addressing the man, who was with a decade and something her juniors her own father, it wasn't something scary at all. Even more there were situations where the children were older than their own step parents, replacing the absent parent due to abundance of reasons. Regardless abandoning its own family due to galore of reasons, death or other reasons, they were still family together and nothing separated them.

"Needless to complain and the life is too short for abstaining yourself from the guilty pleasures which you may taste them for last time!" What discomforted the middle-aged lady was how Travis's goodwill was feudening with her amalgamation of rough, unruly stubbornness and hedonism, brewing and cooking inside her. Benevolently optimistic smile brushed his pale-pinkish, luscious lips and daubing the glimmering tears from the older lady's lower eyelids with the pad of his thumb. "Moreover, your mother won't say anything about the chocolate!" Thereafter she returned the smile more beamingly, scintillatingly, brightened by her step-father's ebullience, oozing of him with the most vibrant, sprightly aura and designating his true identity with his selflessness, caringness and sheer, platonic love. "Come on, sweetheart! Let's not waste valuable time and make your mom round the bend!" With a mere usher, maneuvering the middle-aged woman to follow the handyman up to the pay desk as a final quest, before fleeing the grocery store at last.

In a few minutes, the both adults' hands were equipped with shopping bags and headstrongly heading on their way to home. The brisk walk to their final destination- namely the home sweet home was quite challenging with the extra weight, burdening their hands and fingers recurringly, their skins coating persistently with clamminess and their muscles dwindling after the great deal of carriage on foot from the store up to the two-story mansion. The moonlight's gleam and street lights casted luminous illumination on the walking figures and their hairs bouncing with each step, progressing to the target area. Last but not least, the brunette's breathing hitched and hindering it with rustiness and murderous weight, incessantly pumping in her chest. The restlessness blanched her face, sketching the facial attributes with doubtless need of rest.

Midnight's ballad was chanting through the common silence, uninterrupted except when a group of teenagers were assembling in the corner of desolated parks, buildings and zones, drinking and carelessly, blatantly dumping beer cans or bottles, the butts of already smoked cigarettes and series of shenanigans swimming smoothly through their minds and dripping from their cigarette-stained mouths. There weren't many of them, still lurking circa the neighbourhoods and slums nonetheless.

Anyway the darker episodes of the day were deemed as endangering even for the horde of people, who were absolutely appreciating the nocturnal's ambience, the isolation from the rich crowds of strangers, overcrowding the downtown and the public institutions during daylight. Abhoring with their entire heart the daylight, the sun and the light and the ginormous crowds, slowing them down, the dark daily episodes weren't guranting their safety at all. It was rather a peculiar trap for them and menacing heinously them physically and mentally. Paranoia muting off their instincts and the domineering major role of the irrationality and hallucinations, tinting their visions commenced chasing them down. The silence was absolutely baleful and way more expressively aggressive than the verbality and ruckus. Crucifying the preys with sudden attacks from behind, no matter if a lunatic, offender or recevidist, contemplating in the defenseless's figure the weak spot spontaneously or the rare cases of nobody taking a bullet for them after beehive or a single bullet was aimed at the coveted target. Or rather, often a battlefield of harassment, bullies and bland shenanigans and execrates.

As soon as they got back at home safe and sound with no traces of harm or attempted harassment or abuse, the shopping bags were already set on the kitchen table as Travis was distributing the products for the refrigerator with Adelaide's help until they were emptied eventually and she snatched gratefully the chocolate bar, unpacking it agitatedly and her fingers curled around the paper's material, protecting the sweet from staining with unbearably sticky, nevertheless, indisputably sinfully sweet chocolate staining her fingers and hands.

"Mmmm! That's deadly delicious." The middle-aged woman seated on the dining table, her ivory, still firm for her mid-life stage teeth munching unbendingly the molting in the corners of her mouth's brown sweet. The flavor adorning her teeth with chocolate sweetened the teeth with the malevolent caries, worth for risking savoring the sweetest things of the life. Her round, chocolate brown pools fluttered shut, relishing the molting chocolate phenomenon, lingering on her teeth and tongue.

What it baffled the young man was that Constance was nowhere seen on the first floor. Little did he know where his lover could be at the moment. He didn't have any intentions of violating her personal space with all regards to respect her privacy. After scratching uneasily the top of his head with his small, neatly trimmed fingernails, the suddenness of familiarly recognizable, richly feminine and shrilling moans tingled angelic hymns into his sensitive ears, snapping him out of the blank reality.

Initially, the young man's pryingness yanked every passive thought out of its comfort zone and functioning and flickering vividly in his blizzard of thoughts. Strangely the house's silence was far from promising and granting him modicum of healthy coziness. After taking off his leather jacket from his frail skeleton and hanging it on the coat hanger, all of a sudden, the handyman escalated the stairway for the second and following courageously the direction of the series of loud moans.

Flush crawled beneath his facial skin of his well-defined cheeks, glancing at every direction of the second floor's hallway, in case, if Beau or Tate is nearby or somebody else emerges from nowhere. His colossal, creamy as satin hand fashioned in a balled fist rapped on the shut bedroom door after his pluck glinted.

"Constance, I'm home!" All of a sudden, the hedonistic moans and groans subdued in the background as the former actress's satin, leanly legs were widely folded, her long gilded mop of tousled, recalcitrant curls, piled up on her chiffon floral top's hem was pushed up to her shoulders, consequently exposing her velvet torso which was solely donned in a white, lacy brassiere. Her obsidian black pencil skirt and white, lacy panties were discarded and scattered daredevilly on the floor.

"Dammit, Travis! Why ya were slightly late?" Her Virginia lilt accentuated her cuss, lingering in her throat, whilst her front ivory, yet firm for her age front teeth nibbled her lower naturally rosy-coloured, plumpish lip. Mild humid perspiration was glazing her labia, fingers and inner thighs. "Where have you been?"

"I was to the supermarket with Addie."

"And what else?" Sweltering jealousy was plaguing the older woman, licking surreptitiously subtly, quietly her fingers with a quiet sound of popping them up after savoring her own juices and wetness. Her folds were still drenched even after hearing her lover's voice. A fistful of stray strands framed her round, full profile. "Did you fuck one of the town pumps nearby?"

"No, no, of course not! I'd never do such a thing, honey!" After heaving a deep breath from the top of his lungs and his fingers trembling, lingering on the door knob, his front teeth gnawed on his upper lip sheepishly. "But there was one slut that I confronted on my way to the grocery store."

"Are you talking about Hayden?" The awkwardness of dividing the both adults' proximity with two rooms was unnerving the blonde, inhaling the lavish aroma of her own juices, perspiration and lilacs.

"Mhm! She opted to turn me against you, but I stood for you, of course! And luckily, Addie was there to interrupt the conflict, persuading me to continue our journey instead of," After a lump budded up in his Adam's apple, thus his throat muscles managed to gulp the salty, dry lump. The blush was tropically heating his facial skin. "Wasting time to argue with her."

"Good for both of ya! You don't have any idea what kind of a bitchy slut is Hayden and ya better be careful the next time you see her!" The sternity punctured her caution, flopping a fistful of stray aureate tresses with one of her petite, creamy hands, whilst the other propped her weight, clawing the rumpled duvet. "But let's change the topic! I'm starting to get nervous."

"May I come in?" His politeness spotlighted his posed question, licking his chappy, pale lips.

"Needless to ask! Just come in, honey!" The manipulative, seductive timbre emphasized the friendly nickname, her only free hand's long, slim as piano keys fingers pawed her mauve bundle of nerves until the door swung opened after the handyman pressed the doorknob and shut behind him the door after stepping inside. The prospect of his half-naked lover embraced him with sophisticated amalgamation of genuine over the moon, befuddlement and slight embarrassment painted across his handsome facial attributes. Smugly succumbing, enticing smirk curled upon her roseate, cherub lips, drinking his facial expression as he approached slowly but surely the king-sized bed. His azure blue jewels landed on the older lady, vaguely beaming at her.

What it astonished to bones the young man was catching his lover masturbating and half-naked on the top of the double bed.

"Very polite to invite me in your bedroom and seeing you half-naked as an ashamed teenager after having her first time and being caught in a big trouble by somebody!" In the interim, the younger man's lips parted in the scoff, emitting a merry, guttural chuckle as the blonde joined him in unison. Her smoky quartz embers were darted to her lover, licking greedily, gamely her cherub lips and parting them in a soft O, pretending to be an innocent teenager, beholding her boyfriend and awaiting for him to approach. Coveting to savor the luscious flavor of his masculine, outstanding lips.

"Did you bought the cigarettes and fine bourbon I wanted along with the other products?"

"I did."

"Good boy!" Then her once propping its weight hand reached for his muscular, broad shoulder, clawing it viciously, whereas spreading widely her lean, alabaster legs giving him a better access to her cleanly, freshly shaved core which flabbergasted the younger man. "Ya may be rewarded with tasting my honeypot and doing whatever ya want as honorable reward for your responsibility!" At the moment, Travis straddled her by seating against her as her legs were hooked around his neck, capturing her rosy-coloured, plumpish lips in a hardening, impressive kiss. Resiliently silencing the both lovers as they molted and oblivion of their surroundings numbing their worries and bids, their eyes fluttered shut and melting in the steamy kiss. One of his mammoth, veiny hands managed to reach for her jaw, cupping her chin and fingers delicately cradling her jaw line, whereas his other hand's fingers lowered to her pink swollen bud, kneading it with his fingertips the erected bud and clamminess baptizing his fingers overally. "Oh fuck! Don't stop it, sweetie!" Fevered moan with a great deal mix of slurring her cussings, incapable of muting her horniness and cussing, their kisses escalated to ferociously aggressive as their wet, strawberry-coloured tongues started dancing rhythmically until the actor inserted his tongue inside his lover's mouth, subsequently deepening in a French kiss and still rubbing on circles steadily the bundle of nerves with a thumb, whilst inseting a couple of fingers inside her core by pushing them in and out. "Yar a fucking amaze, Travis!"

"Everything for you, sweetie!" Thereafter they broke off the kiss after nipping her lower lip and unplugging his tongue from her mouth as Constance was playing incessantly with his wild chestnut, neck-length hair. "You're so tight! Oh God!" Breathless gasp escaped Travis's throat and his darkened lapis lazuli orbs were transfixed on the blonde's collapsed head on the cotton pillow, contemplating her ethereal, almost ageless grace, regardless her age and what facial expressions were masking her.

"Oh fuck! You don't have any clue how awfully amazing is this!"

Series of loud groans and moans slipped from her tongue, syllables and vowels hestitantly pressing the roof of her mouth, dying on her tongue tip. Within a handful of minutes of succumbing tease, afterwards the young man unplugged his fingers from Constance juicy core by leaning against her bare lower abdomen, glancing back at her porcelain complexion seconds before starting to eat her out. Meantime, her elvish hands cupped the soft fat of her round breasts, palming the lacy brassiere securing her erected, mauve nipples.

"Sweet Jesus! Yar mouth is doing wonders to me!" Travis's berry-coloured, wet tongue worked on manipulating a greedy lick his fingers and relishing the mouth-watering juices of the older woman, seconds before his tongue circling circa her hard clit. "Just don't stop!" What the blonde craved for was the moment to be as endless as the roaming ghosts. His hands were clawing her inner thighs and labia, giving him a better access to her core as his tongue constantly flicked around her swollen bud and nipping it mechanically and technically with his teeth. "Travis! Fuck!" High-pitched, uncontrollable croak scratched her throat and brittle lungs, buckling boldly her hips until his tongue slipped at her entrance and suckling on the lake of juices, lacing his tongue and the corners of his mouth bloodthirstily. Her bloody red manicured fingernails reached for her cleavage, digging them masochistically at the tender flesh of her soft fat and welting and scraping with bright red. "Holy shit!" After series of shrilling, bloodthirsty moans and groans swimming in the bedroom's background, the actor's strawberry-coloured tongue explored the unexplored, luscious areas of his lover's areas.

Within a few minutes, the former actress climaxed as the younger man removed his tongue from her entrance and gulping and savoring the insatiable juices of the blonde, licking greedily, complacently his cherub lips and straightening his spine by getting from the double bed.

Again the nocturnal silence overtook the two-story mansion just like before. For their own luck, nobody dared to enter and discover the consequences of the love nest's battlefield and the midnight snack.