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Even after all these years I still love you – Father!Headless Horseman( Sleepy Hollow Movie 1999) x Son!Reader

To make it more realistic, I decided to write German…a LOT. The translations are right underneath the German text and I made them bold, so you can see it better. I tell you gladly, that the Hessian is German and from my own knowledge German people have a big difficulty to learn English properly and talk flawlessly with someone. I suspect that in the 17th century it was even worse, so yeah. ENJOY READING IT THOUGH !

WARNINGS!: Fluff, angst, fighting, use of Magic, Evil Mary Van Tassel (Like she usually is) and cursing ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !

“We should have believed him a little !”, young Masbeth said to Ichabod.

“I don’t believe that he is his Son ! And I also don’t believe what he said that it is Lady Van Tassel.”, Ichabod said stubbornly.

“Like you didn’t believe that the Horseman does exist ?”, Katrina snarled.

They arrived at the tree of the dead and Ichabod found out that the young man wasn’t lying. The tree was a gateway between two worlds and behind the entrance was the sword where the Horseman was buried.

He found the head missing and slowly he started to believe what the male said.

“His skull was taken by Lady Mary Van Tassel. She caused him to die already as she was only a child, like I was. The next ones will be a Family. The very Family that gave you Gunpowder, as your horse.”

Why was he so foolish and told the man to stay out of his case ?

But he saw him again. The headless Horseman was at the Killian’s house, but didn’t enter yet. In front of him stood M/n. M/n Schaffner. Son of the headless Horseman. He had his sword drawn and tears in his eyes.

“Zwing mich nicht gegen dich zu kämpfen, Papa. (Don’t force me to fight against you, Papa.)”, M/n begged.

The headless Horseman was frozen in place and turned to his horse, Daredevil.

“Draufgänger…Bitte… (Daredevil...please…)”

Daredevil came over to M/n and then licked his face softly. M/n hugged Daredevil’s neck and stroked his mane.

His Father just stood there frozen.

“Was ? Dachtest wohl dass ich verstorben bin, huh ? (What ? Thought that I died, eh ?)”, M/n asked.

He approached M/n carefully but after 3 steps he tried to grip where his head would be and fell to his knees in pain.

“Komm schon Dad ! Du bist stärker als diese Hexe ! Du warst schon immer viel stärker als alle anderen. Ganz egal worin sie stärker waren, du hast sie alle besiegt ! Kämpfe ! (Come on, Dad ! You are stronger than this witch ! You always were much stronger than all the others. No matter in what they were stronger, you defeated them all ! Fight !)”

Ichabod could see that the Horseman tried his best to fight back, but he didn’t seem to make it and M/n saw that too. He sobbed.

“Ich kann dich nicht noch mehr töten lassen. Es tut mir Leid. (I can’t let you kill even more. I’m sorry.)”

With that M/n gripped his sword in a tight hold and stood his ground, ready to fight his own Father. He may be controlled, but he couldn’t let him continue like this.

“You can’t win this, M/n !”, Ichabod yelled.

M/n jerked his head to his left and stared at Ichabod. He smiled a sad smile.

“It is worth trying. He’s my Dad, Ichabod. I know that he will surely even kill me under HER control, but I have to try and stop him. I know he doesn’t want this…killing these people. He isn’t like this.”

Ichabod stared at the Horseman trying to fight the control off, then at M/n. He was ready to face death by his own Father’s hands, in order to help both sides… Why did this sound so wrong ? Shouldn’t Ichabod be happy that he still tries ?

He shook his head.

“He will NEVER forgive himself if he kills you, M/n. You know that he can’t control this. Do you really want to make him cry when he has his skull back ? Do you really not want to be here when he gets it back ?”

“You didn’t even believe me when I told you about the Black Witch… Why would you now ?”, M/n asked broken.

Ichabod wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. M/n had a fair point…

“My Father taught me a lot of fighting. Even if I die…I at least tried. I know I can hold him off for a little while. Get the Killians to the church. He can’t step on sacred ground.”

Then he looked at his Father again, but Daredevil blocked M/n’s view of his Dad suddenly.

“Daredevil move damn it !”, M/n hissed at his Father’s horse.

He didn’t budge until M/n gasped and passed out.

“M/N !”, Ichabod yelled.

M/n’s Father hit the back of his head with his sword’s handle and knocked him out. Ichabod took the male and dragged him a bit away from any curious eyes and then went back, only to hear a child scream and see Brom appear.

Brom shot the Horseman, but all it did was throw him off of Daredevil. He got up again.

M/n came back running and yelled at Brom as he attacked his Father with his gun.

“Stop you fool ! Don’t you see that he is sparing you ?!”, he yelled.

His Father gave Brom a smack under his chin and then continued to walk away, only for Brom to throw a throwing knife into the headless Horseman’s side.

“You idiot ! Stop it before he changes his mind and kills you !”

M/n’s Father threw it back at Brom and into his thigh. He hissed in pain, pulled it out and then grabbed the next best weapons, which were two sickles.

M/n glared at Brom in rage and while they fought he pulled out his sword and sneaked up on Brom. He hit him hard on the head, knocking him down.

“Will you leave him alone, for Fuck’s sake ?! Do you HAVE a death wish ?! You do realize that none of your tricks killed him, yes ?! Undead, dumbass ! You can’t kill something that is dead !”

Brom glared at M/n.

“I’ll get him !”, he said determined.

“Oh you will get him, alright. You will get him pissed off and ready to change his mind and just kill you ! Stupid men like you never know when to stop, think and quit being annoying !”

“I am not stupid ! I am just not a coward, like you !”

“EXCUSE ME ?! There is a difference between being brave and utterly dumb, smartass ! He is UNDEAD he is already DEAD no MORTAL can KILL HIM ! You CAN’T kill something TWICE ! So wake up, you jealous ass wipe and FACE reality !”

“He is right, Brom. You can’t win this, no matter how many people would fight with you.”, Ichabod said.

“Cowards !”, he snarled and went at M/n’s Father again.

“THEN GET FUCKING KILLED YOU ASS WIPE !”, M/n yelled and then left, sick and tired of Brom.

“M/n !”, Ichabod called.

“No ! I ain’t dealing with this shit !”

Then he was gone. Ichabod tried to make them break up the fight, but this time the headless Horseman didn’t let Brom get away alive.

The next day…

Ichabod, young Masbeth and Katrina were in the Western Woods at the grave of the Horseman.

“I believe M/n… With Lady Van Tassel taking his head.”, Ichabod said.

“We do too.”, Katrina said.

Young Masbeth nodded.

“I found a black bag in my parents’ bedroom under their bed. His skull was in there, but I couldn’t take it away. Maybe at night we steal it when the Horseman is also awake so he can have it back.”, she said.

“Bad idea. Tonight your Father will die Katrina and your so called Stepmother will fake her death and hide away. Tomorrow night you are planned to die. She knows that you found his skull, she won’t let any of you close again. She also knows about my existence now, so we have a whole load of problems storming our way.”, M/n said.

They whipped their heads around and saw him leaning against the Tree of the Dead, looking at his shoes.

“Then what do we do ?”, Ichabod asked.

“We let her think she wins.”

“What ?”

“You do know that Father let you get away with a lot, Ichabod, right ?”

“What do you mean ?”

“You disturbed his grave, hurt his tree, dared to enter his territory, meddled in his affairs and now possibly have his Son in your hands. He spared you a lot until now.”

“HIS Tree ?”

“This isn’t just a grave and a gateway. Father LIVES inside that tree. Like a house. You hurt his tree, he feels it and knows of it. You enter his Woods, he feels you intruding, you dig around on his grave, he knows. Already three reasons to kill you, because that naturally means that you threaten him and challenge him to fight you, yet he spared you. Why do you think is that ?”

Ichabod was silent, in shock of what M/n told him.

“Father hears everything here. That is why he spared you. You want to help and he knows that, but Mary is getting very angry at you. The next time you better be somewhere where he isn’t, because she will command him to kill anyone in his way, then he has no control of sparing you again.”

“How are you so sure of that ?”, young Masbeth asked.

“She knows everything Ichabod found out and he continues to get too close to uncover her. So she sends Father now against everyone and anyone that dare to stand in her way. It is a tactical move of hers and very clever. Next time we face him…we are forced to fight him, no matter what. I know we all can’t kill him, but I can hold him back for some time, not much but some. You and Katrina will run and go after that Witch and get Father’s skull back and if you have to kill that Whore for it so fucking be it.”

“But my Father…”

“Has to sadly die. I don’t like it either, but only with that we get close to her and the skull later on. She will try and prove her innocence by faking her death and then kidnapping you Katrina. She will try to frame you. Then she will summon Father again to kill you. Ichabod and I will hide close to the old Mill and after she summoned Father, we will try and get the skull back, if that doesn’t work you run to Father’s resting place and we will meet there. This witch won’t leave. She will want to see how you die so I’m sure she will be there.”

“But now that your Father knows…”

“She doesn’t know. He doesn’t have to tell her anything, not that he even could, he has no mouth and he barely knew how to write and read. Ah…sorry for embarrassing you Father. But yeah ! He can’t tell her anything. All he has to do, is kill for her. He may know of the plan, but it’s not like he is willing to kill any of us. He is fighting this spell and that could buy us some more time. She doesn’t have full control of him as I read in a book that was in the cave of The Crone Witch. She was Mary’s sister and she killed her 10 minutes ago and went back to the Van Tassel estate.”

They stared at him in utter shock.

“If we get Father to stop riding Daredevil tonight I can use the knowledge I have.”

“And what is that ?”, Ichabod asked.

“She may have control of him now. But if he has an heir of his blood and they spill their blood onto him, just a drop is enough, then the heir has also control of the said relative. Not only that, it is stronger than an outsider’s Magic. If we get him to stop for at least 10 seconds, he could have partly his own control back, which means…”

“He has a better way of fighting her spells off of him.”, Katrina finished.

“Bingo.”

“So we wait…?”, young Masbeth asked.

“No. We can’t wait… We need to prepare a little trap for Daredevil and Father. She grows stronger and gets more control of him the longer he is under her spells. He is getting weaker, which is a horrible sign, because my Father is anything BUT weak. He cut down men that were twice his size and 10 times stronger than him. This little mind control trick shouldn’t be a problem to him, but she must have used more than one to make him get weaker with every attempt he tries to fight her off.”

“Then wouldn’t this be useless ?”, Ichabod asked.

“Not really. I just need some more time until tonight to see if I can find the counter spell. It is definitely a draining spell she put on him and a strong one at that. Father must have gotten stronger after his death and transportation to Hell. He shows a lot of that, but his mind is unaffected by changes ? No, no, no my dear friends. She used the most powerful spell that existed and I found it in the Crone’s spell book.”

“Can you even do Magic ?”, Katrina asked.

“Ehhh, yes. I mean Dad didn’t know until now, but I am a Necromancer. I started learning, when I was 8 years old, with The Crone. I took her under my wing, while Mary just disappeared. It surprised us both that I had such powerful and dangerous Magic. I had to walk on eggshells for a long while until I could really practice.”

“Why ?”

“Well…Necromancy is…deadly for the ones who wield it… Yes you can resurrect people and all that, but it comes with a prize. First off, you need enough death around you to do so.”

“Death ?”

“Necromancy is death magic. You get Death Magic from dead people. Graveyards are mostly the best to learn and get stronger, because you suck the death inside you. It gets transformed into pure energy and then you have Magic. The more you use them, the weaker you get, because you need to recharge the Magic, which means you need to go to graveyards and everywhere where death is. If you use too much at once…you can kill yourself. I trained so much that I know my limits and that I even stretched them out. I never used them in a fight, but I will if I have to.”

They stared at M/n in utter shock.

“Why did you never revive your Father ?”, young Masbeth asked.

“I never had enough Magic to do so. Also this can go horribly wrong… One wrong move with your fingers or a second you lose concentration and you bring back a Monster. Mostly ones that rip open the bodies of the living and eat their insides. I really wasn’t ready to revive my Father and possibly turn him into that. Eww no.”

The other three had a look of horror on their faces as they heard that.

“When I share my blood with him, we will be mixed together and have a bond that will break hers with him. But that also means he will have my Magic. I hope he won’t use it, because that could backfire badly for the both of us. While he can’t die twice by mortal weapons, Necromancy can and it definitely will kill me if he uses them without knowing what to do to control it.”

“Can you break the bond when this is all over ?”

“Yes. When he has his head back, he is complete and practically alive at night. Still a ghost and all, but he can bleed. We cut his right wrist and mine and then we lay them above each other and he has to say…’I banish the blood of my relative, for I have full control over my body, soul and mind’. Then his and my blood part ways and no one controls him anymore.”

“Sounds simple.”, Ichabod said.

“It truly isn’t going to be simple. When our blood mixes, we are cursed to feel each other’s pain and emotions, it also hurts extremely when we bond. And when we part we might pass out from all the pain we will experience. It will feel like you are being merged together by hot lava and when you part with him, it feels like someone is ripping you apart from the inside out. But I would go through it for my Father a billion times if I had to.”

“Could it cause any serious damage ?”, Katrina asked.

“Yes. I could go deaf or blind for a few weeks. I could also get paralyzed for a few months or lose my memories for a little while. I could suddenly have the mind of a child again for weeks or even turn into one for a certain amount of time. There is a lot that could harm me, but I will face it. My Father should get away without a scratch. It is only dangerous for the living relative, not the dead one.”

“Oh my…”

“I will take it.”

With that they set up a little net trap and then waited, while M/n read the big heavy book in his lap, searching for the counter spell. He found it one hour before sunset and he rehearsed it over and over in his head.

Soon the sun was down and lightning was seen with thunder not far away. M/n stood in front of the trap and waited for the headless Horseman to come out with Daredevil. He wasn’t kept waiting for long and out they came, landing directly in their trap, which went off instantly. The Horseman fell from Daredevil in surprise and Daredevil whinnied loudly.

“Tut mir Leid ihr zwei, aber das musste sein. Jetzt halt still, Vater. (I’m sorry you two, but this had to be. Now hold still, Father.)“

He struggled to get out, but stopped when M/n loomed over him and just sat there. M/n cut his own wrist with the very dagger his Father gifted to him once and then let his blood fall on his Father’s open neck.

“With my blood on you, Father of mine, I herby have full control over you and you shall not fight me until I know you are yourself again in every sense of the word. Fight me and it will have consequences for both of us, hurt me and you will be hurt tenfold worse, disobey me and you will face punishment. I bind ourselves to each other through my blood.”, M/n said with his most serious tone he ever had against his own Father.

In the Horseman’s mind it translated to German and he really didn’t like where this was going. He didn’t understand all of what they said but now he really starts to understand what his own child is doing to himself.

M/n started to double over in pain suddenly and he hissed. The Horseman felt a familiar sensation and it hurt even worse than when he got stabbed into his right side the very day he lost his life. He burned all over, even hotter than Hell itself.

“M/n !”, Ichabod yelled worried.

“I-Argh ! I’m fine ! It’s normal !”, M/n replied quickly.

M/n started to feel a connection with his Father and he felt that he was just as much in pain as he was himself.

“S-streichel…Draufgänger. Lenk dich ab… (P-Pet…Daredevil. Distract yourself…)”, M/n told his Father.

He always petted Daredevil when he was in pain or when he felt that his own insanity will eat him up. Daredevil distracted him and calmed him down.

The Horseman did just that, stroking Daredevil, like he always did when he really needed a distraction. M/n smiled softly.

“Du wirst dich nie ändern. Draufgänger wird immer dein Felsen in der Brandung sein. (You will never change. Daredevil will always be your rock in the surf.)“, M/n chuckled out softly, then hissed again in slight pain.

“Is it getting weaker ?”, Katrina asked.

“Yes, but I can feel HER spell. I will fucking kill her when I see her face. This little whore…”, M/n growled out.

Soon everything calmed down and M/n stood up. Ichabod helped him lift the net and Daredevil and M/n’s Father were free. The headless Horseman stood up and then petted Daredevil, while he waited.

M/n came near him again and placed his right hand on the Horseman’s chest then stared at where his head should be, determined and slightly outraged.

“I, M/n Schaffner, the blood heir to Klaus Schaffner, hereby banish your weakening spell from my Father, Mary Van Tassel and any other spells you put him under. These spells shall scar your body tenfold worse than how my Father had suffered from them. Be gone BLACK WITCH !”

The Horseman felt a weight being lifted off of his shoulders and he relaxed.

“She has still control over him.”, young Masbeth said.

“Yes, but only because of his skull now. I can partly control him, in hopes I still know him best, to help him go around a few things.”

“So the plan is in action ?”, Ichabod asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you should tell him about it.”, Katrina said.

And with that they all sat down and M/n explained to his headless Father everything they planned in German. He told his Father to show a thumbs up for agreement and a thumb down for disagreement and if he didn’t understand anything he can touch M/n’s arm and he will elaborate.

He was pretty much okay with the whole plan and understood most of it. Just obey for now, don’t fight her and let his Son take the reins if it gets tricky. He hopes his plan will work, otherwise they are both doomed.

With that they all got into the act. After the deed was done for tonight they met at the Tree of the Dead, where the headless Horseman waited. They only had 30 minutes before sunrise.

“Any questions ?”, M/n asked.

“How do we get the skull if this plan fails ?”, young Masbeth asked.

“It won’t fail.”

“If you get hurt, what will happen to him ?”, Katrina asked.

“He will feel my pain but not be injured, he can only be injured too if he injures me.”

“The spells that were on your Father…”, Ichabod started.

“…Yes…?”

“Could they have controlled him even after he would have had his head back ?”

Silence…

“Yes. But not in the same way as you would imagine… He would drag her to Hell, but she would also have merged with the tree and killed it, while he still lived in it. She could have killed his hideout and made him walk in the sun until he found another dark hideout. And she could have controlled his every move. Just thinking of him, she could make him kill someone or come to her. That was the reason why I had to break her from him.”

They stared in utter horror at M/n.

“God, she even could have forced him to have THE THING with her. Which is disgusting enough…”

Ichabod and Katrina scrunched their faces up in disgust. The Horseman would have done the same if he had his head and face. How repulsing.

“NOW ! We should worry more about what other shit she can pull… I…will be present but I will warn ALL of you… I might not be safe tomorrow.”, M/n informed them.

“W-what do you mean ?”, Ichabod asked.

“I will charge myself the whole day today in the graveyard of Sleepy Hollow. I need a lot of energy against her and I drained myself immensely today by banishing her from him and making this bond. Charging over a whole day can actually lead to overcharging and with that you can slightly lose your mind. I will know who my target is, but I will act very reckless. Just be careful that you won’t touch me and watch the shadows.”

“How can you overcharge ?”, young Masbeth asked.

“I never charged a whole day, without breaks or letting some Magic loose, before. That will lead to me being overcharged because there are so many dead people and so much time to charge up. The more extra energy I get the more it gets to my head, but we will need it. I’m sure of it.”

“Okay.”, Katrina said.

“I might look different, but you shouldn’t be all too worried. Just no physical touch and don’t get too close to too dark, moving shadows.”

They all nodded, besides the Horseman he showed a thumb up instead. Then M/n went to hug his headless Father and then he vanished in the shadows, leaving them behind.

“I hope he knows what he is doing…”, Ichabod mumbled.

They said their goodbyes to the Horseman and then left, while he retreated to his tree.

M/n sat in the middle of the Graveyard and started to charge up. He refused to eat and drink, because that would only stop him from charging up.

Ichabod and the other two got prepared for tonight. Katrina all depressed and Masbeth and Ichabod already went to the old Mill, before Lady Van Tassel noticed anything.

And the Hessian was waiting for his call, prepared to act like his Son asked him to. Until then he just petted Daredevil and cared for him and maybe fell asleep from boredom.

The night started and they all played out their parts. Believing that the Witch actually died, the Horseman still under her control (seems like the curse didn’t set itself into motion for now) and so on and so forth. Right now the Hessian has fallen behind thanks to the carriage and he walked per foot.

The black witch just sat on her horse, holding the poor white witch by the hair. The Hessian winced for her, must hurt being pulled by your hair like that…

Then Hell broke loose. Quite literally. Shadows started to appear everywhere and they tackled Mary down from her horse and on the floor.

“Well, well, well~ Look who we have here~”

The trio and the Horseman looked up at the Tree of the Dead and there was a frightening person on top of it, commanding the shadows like second nature.

It wore a black mask with black, similar to the Horseman’s, armor and the face was glowing a deep red and it moved !

Then it all hit them.

This was M/n !

There were moving shadows everywhere and they all didn’t DARE to move. He slammed Mary into a random tree at his right and then threw her on the ground, making her gasp.

Another tendril grasped the bag that she had the Hessian’s skull in, but she fought with her own Magic. Fire shot out of her hand, that was blocked quickly by a shadow wall from M/n. He swung one of his tentacles towards her and hit her left side, making her fly to her right and crash into another tree.

“Scatter about. One of you must catch it ! Horseman you stay where you are !”

They all ran to a different spot, while the headless Hessian stayed where he was, just like M/n.

M/n summoned rain and let it pour down on the former Archer’s head, making her even more angry than before.

“Kill them already !”, she yelled at the Hessian.

He didn’t move an inch.

M/n laughed loudly and then swung a tendril at her right side, making her fly to her left and into another tree.

M/n scoffed.

“Pathetic.”

She pulled out her gun and gave three bullets into his direction, which he easily blocked off by another wall.

Mary’s Magic only could do so much. She never trained any arts, just spells and potions. This looked bad for her. Then she grabbed the back tightly and threatened to throw it onto the stone she stood, smashing the Horseman’s skull.

Everybody froze and she smirked as she had the upper hand. She pointed at the Horseman and commanded him again to kill them. He was about to move as tendrils wrapped themselves around him.

The next thing she didn’t see coming. M/n sneaked a tentacle behind her and it wrapped itself tightly around her, making her yelp and try to get out. Then she was slammed into the dirt three times and then released only to see a very pissed off shadow wolf.

“Hurt her.”, M/n said.

And the wolf out of shadows did. Scratching her and ripping here and there, until M/n snapped his fingers and the shadows left.

Then the former Archer had one last idea. She can control roots. She put her hands on the ground and started. M/n snarled and fought back. The Horseman saw and felt how insane M/n went, but he also felt how hurt he was from using so much magic.

He summoned black shadow flames that burned the roots to ashes, making the Black Witch hiss and let go of her control over the roots. Then the bag flew out of her hand and into Ichabod’s.

Ichabod took the skull out and threw it at the Hessian. He reached out, but a vine grabbed it and pulled it back. A black shadow tendril with spikes slapped the witch across the face, making her lose focus and he returned the skull to the Hessian. He quickly put it on and M/n trapped his Father into an enclosure of shadows so the Black Witch can’t reach him.

“NO !”, she yelled and tried to get in.

It took great effort for M/n to keep the closure up. He summoned another tendril that wrapped around her and threw her, head first, against another tree to her right. She was knocked out cold for now and M/n started to drop his Magic and with that his mask and everything else melted into shadows. All he kept up was the enclosure.

He teleported down the tree and coughed. The rest of his Necromancy, which wasn’t much anymore, already went to work on healing him as fast as possible.

“M/n ! Are you alright ?!”, Katrina asked.

“Y-yeah… Just hard to keep the barrier up and heal yourself and stay awake all at the same time.”, M/n answered.

He coughed again and fell to his knees.

“M/n !”, the three called worried and ran over quickly.

“You are bleeding !”, Ichabod yelled.

“I’ll be fine…”, M/n mumbled.

Then he dropped the enclosure and they all saw the Hessian with a head and a face. He looked at them but everything quickly fell from his mind as he saw M/n on the floor, bleeding terribly.

“M/N !”, he yelled worried sick and ran over, holding his boy close to his chest.

“Hey…Dad…”

“Was ist los ?! Was ist passiert ?! (What is going on ?! What happened ?!)”

“Nothing, just a little miscalculation… I’ll be fine. I’m already healing.”

He was too drained to talk in German to his Dad.

“Schau dich doch an ! Du siehst so aus als ob du fast tot bist ! (Look at yourself ! You look like you’re almost dead !)”

“I’ll be fine. Give me 10 minutes and I will be fine.”

And so they waited and indeed, M/n was fine after that. He sighed and stood up on shaky legs. M/n’s Father helped him to stand straight.

“I’m sleepy…”

“You can sleep later, now what of her ?”, Ichabod asked.

“Hell. To Hell with that whore…”, M/n sneered and then passed out.

He missed how his Father dragged her to Hell, how he gave her a bloody kiss, how he returned and brought him home and cared for him until he woke up.

Dexter awoke the next Morning and looked around, smelling something, he missed all too much. The best chicken in the whole world, from his Father. But…wasn’t he supposed to be going back to hell ?

No matter he ran down the stairs and caught his Father in his kitchen.

“Morgen. (Morning)”

“Hi.”

“I’m a free spirit now… We still need to undo your little spell to keep me in line.”

“That we shall do after we ate. We might pass out otherwise and burn the house down.”

The Hessian nodded.

“Ichabod und die anderen zwei haben vor nach New York zu gehen. Sie haben dir Briefe hinterlassen. (Ichabod and the other two are planning to move to New York. They left you letters.)”

“New York, eh ? And who will take care of Sleepy Hollow ? Or of your grave that something like this NEVER happens again ?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well I will write them just that then. The food ?”

“Fast fertig. (Almost done.)”

“Okay.”

After a few more minutes they ate and then undid the spell. They passed out. M/n on his Father’s chest and in his arms and the Hessian in a tight snuggle from his Son.

They will talk with these three nut heads later… Now they really need a nap.

Meanwhile the counter spell, M/n casted against Mary Archer, hit her in Hell tenfold worse, making her suffer for a long while.

END

#Sleepy Hollow 1999 #Movie #Fanfiction #Father x Son relationship #male!reader #Ichabod Crane #Katrina Van Tassel #Mary Van Tassel/Archer #Young Masbeth #Headless Horseman #Headless Hessian

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Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon. The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started. So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me? I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile. I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe? I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head! I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears. I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands. “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip. “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise. He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up. “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position. “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me. “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword. Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body! He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.” Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said. Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant. He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe. Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant. He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day. Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate. The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life. It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that. And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Fuckin’ look at me, bro. I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now. You wish you could be a man like me!” He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed. “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric. You don’t gotta act so modest on my account. I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said. “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did. Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop. There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant. “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving. I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow. And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.” He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows. Well, most of a figure, at any rate. A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt. Desire. Longing. Lust. Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine. The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be. Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do. A primal, animalistic Need. And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt. I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben. If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced. I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts. “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me. “I know you, Eric. You think too much. If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him. Fuck that shit. This is all or nothing. You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well. I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me. Did I want it that badly? Would I be able to live with myself afterward? My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck. He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing. I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground. I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?” I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit. The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me. I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on. If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now. Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror. Can you blame me? You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would just assume that I had used tanning spray. Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally. No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds. Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

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