Drabble Archives: Sleepy Hollow
All my Sleepy Hollow drabbles. Individually unrated but overall R for slight horror and sexual situations. Mostly Ichabod/Hessian with one Hessian/Mary Archer.
Two sides, same coin
For dancing_salome" Please, The Hessian/Mary Archer.
He hates her, as much as the dead can hate anything. It’s not the hell hot, red-tinted hatred that they describe. It’s not swirling through his blood - nor could it, as he is dead and his blood neither pumps nor swirls.
No, his hatred is cold, his hatred for her is white and frozen as the snow beneath them in the Woods that day when he was slain. It is slow and patient and thaws out everything else.
He loves her too.
Because while he may hate her, her hatred of everyone else, save him, bought him a second life.
Ichabod Drowns
For yunafire: More 'Out of the Woods'
He can’t breathe, can’t think for the cold, but he’s so tired. Tired of thinking, tired of breathing, tired of being. The water, so cold it burns, is a blessing. It is nothing but a relief to swallow down this ice and feel his body succumb to utter oblivion.
The hands that press on his gut, the harsh, “Breathe,” the vision of Christiaan staring down at him. The unwelcome rush of air to lungs, the bile and water choked back up. These things are pain. These things are death.
“You shouldn’t have,” is all he can think of to say.
Art of the Sword
For lady_kareth: Sleepy Hollow Ichabod/Hessian, Ichabod would like to learn swordplay and fails miserably.
Ichabod has no idea what he’s doing and Christiaan has no desire to lose any more body parts so they start with sticks rather than swords. Christiaan sets out six different positions, each of them numbered, and they move through them slowly. Then Christiaan calls out numbers and swings for Ichabod, and Ichabod has to block. Ichabod is a smart man so how he manages to turn position three so awry that Christiaan smacks him in the side with his stick and gets cracked upside the head in return is something of a mystery. They decide to switch to horsemanship.
Friendly Faces -200 words
For starrdust411: Hessian/Ichabod just because I still don't think there are enough fics about this pairing out there.
When the officer at the front desk had said, “Someone here to see you,” and then sniggered behind his hand, Ichabod had fully expected to see the burgomaster waiting to inform him of his dismissal. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be ushered outside and left standing on the streets of New York staring at the Formerly-Headless Hessian.
Ichabod straightened his shoulders and nodded politely to the Horseman. “Not dead then, I see,” he said, trying for a polite tone and a neutral topic of conversation.
“Not quite.” The corners of the Hessian’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. He’d combed his hair back and shed the armor and it was a vast improvement, in Ichabod’s opinion. “You and…Katrina, you are well?”
“Well enough.” Ichabod decided that no matter how surreal the conversation was, there was no good reason to start spilling out the lack of romance in their courtship to the very being who’d tried to remove his head. “And yourself?”
The Hessian smiled then and Ichabod took a deep, calming breath. “I need your help.”
“I get off in a half hour,” Ichabod said finally. “You’d best find somewhere to stable Daredevil and come back then.”
Then realized the drabble above was very similar to "Just walking my beat" (the second one down) that I’d written a while ago, and so I wrote another one, which takes a bit from this, but is a little less introductory.
Polite Company
With his hair combed back, a new suit, and glasses to hide his startling eyes, Christiaan looks a lot less intimidating - so long as he doesn’t open his mouth too much. Ichabod has even managed to introduce Christiaan to Katrina’s society friends. She laughs off any of her friends’ exclamations of interest, saying they’re both confirmed bachelors, which sounds respectable enough.
Ichabod likes Christiaan best when those cold eyes are dark with arousal, his sharp teeth scoring lightly over Ichabod’s throat and his hair disheveled by Ichabod’s fingers. In short, when neither of them are respectable, or introducible, at all.
Once More With Feeling
For dancinbutterfly: Sleepy Hollow reincarnation, Ichabod/Christiaan (the Hessian)
They get it wrong. Christiaan is exorcised and Ichabod is hung as a witch.
They get it wrong. Christiaan is knifed outside a bar and Ichabod dies of AIDS.
They get it wrong. Christiaan drinks himself to death back in Germany after the second Twin Tower collapses as Ichabod tries to get people out.
They will meet in a bar, twenty, thirty years from now. Ichabod will invite Christiaan home; they won’t make it past the sofa. In the morning, Christiaan will make breakfast. He will move in. They will grow old together. They will get it right, this time.
Two sides, same coin
For dancing_salome" Please, The Hessian/Mary Archer.
He hates her, as much as the dead can hate anything. It’s not the hell hot, red-tinted hatred that they describe. It’s not swirling through his blood - nor could it, as he is dead and his blood neither pumps nor swirls.
No, his hatred is cold, his hatred for her is white and frozen as the snow beneath them in the Woods that day when he was slain. It is slow and patient and thaws out everything else.
He loves her too.
Because while he may hate her, her hatred of everyone else, save him, bought him a second life.
Ichabod Drowns
For yunafire: More 'Out of the Woods'
He can’t breathe, can’t think for the cold, but he’s so tired. Tired of thinking, tired of breathing, tired of being. The water, so cold it burns, is a blessing. It is nothing but a relief to swallow down this ice and feel his body succumb to utter oblivion.
The hands that press on his gut, the harsh, “Breathe,” the vision of Christiaan staring down at him. The unwelcome rush of air to lungs, the bile and water choked back up. These things are pain. These things are death.
“You shouldn’t have,” is all he can think of to say.
Art of the Sword
For lady_kareth: Sleepy Hollow Ichabod/Hessian, Ichabod would like to learn swordplay and fails miserably.
Ichabod has no idea what he’s doing and Christiaan has no desire to lose any more body parts so they start with sticks rather than swords. Christiaan sets out six different positions, each of them numbered, and they move through them slowly. Then Christiaan calls out numbers and swings for Ichabod, and Ichabod has to block. Ichabod is a smart man so how he manages to turn position three so awry that Christiaan smacks him in the side with his stick and gets cracked upside the head in return is something of a mystery. They decide to switch to horsemanship.
Friendly Faces -200 words
For starrdust411: Hessian/Ichabod just because I still don't think there are enough fics about this pairing out there.
When the officer at the front desk had said, “Someone here to see you,” and then sniggered behind his hand, Ichabod had fully expected to see the burgomaster waiting to inform him of his dismissal. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be ushered outside and left standing on the streets of New York staring at the Formerly-Headless Hessian.
Ichabod straightened his shoulders and nodded politely to the Horseman. “Not dead then, I see,” he said, trying for a polite tone and a neutral topic of conversation.
“Not quite.” The corners of the Hessian’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. He’d combed his hair back and shed the armor and it was a vast improvement, in Ichabod’s opinion. “You and…Katrina, you are well?”
“Well enough.” Ichabod decided that no matter how surreal the conversation was, there was no good reason to start spilling out the lack of romance in their courtship to the very being who’d tried to remove his head. “And yourself?”
The Hessian smiled then and Ichabod took a deep, calming breath. “I need your help.”
“I get off in a half hour,” Ichabod said finally. “You’d best find somewhere to stable Daredevil and come back then.”
Then realized the drabble above was very similar to "Just walking my beat" (the second one down) that I’d written a while ago, and so I wrote another one, which takes a bit from this, but is a little less introductory.
Polite Company
With his hair combed back, a new suit, and glasses to hide his startling eyes, Christiaan looks a lot less intimidating - so long as he doesn’t open his mouth too much. Ichabod has even managed to introduce Christiaan to Katrina’s society friends. She laughs off any of her friends’ exclamations of interest, saying they’re both confirmed bachelors, which sounds respectable enough.
Ichabod likes Christiaan best when those cold eyes are dark with arousal, his sharp teeth scoring lightly over Ichabod’s throat and his hair disheveled by Ichabod’s fingers. In short, when neither of them are respectable, or introducible, at all.
Once More With Feeling
For dancinbutterfly: Sleepy Hollow reincarnation, Ichabod/Christiaan (the Hessian)
They get it wrong. Christiaan is exorcised and Ichabod is hung as a witch.
They get it wrong. Christiaan is knifed outside a bar and Ichabod dies of AIDS.
They get it wrong. Christiaan drinks himself to death back in Germany after the second Twin Tower collapses as Ichabod tries to get people out.
They will meet in a bar, twenty, thirty years from now. Ichabod will invite Christiaan home; they won’t make it past the sofa. In the morning, Christiaan will make breakfast. He will move in. They will grow old together. They will get it right, this time.