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Hauntober Day 7: Haunted
In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader][pt.5]
Story Summary: “The horseman who rides atop his alabaster steed, cloaked in crimson without a head.”
In the sleepy town of Moorwick, you are drawn into the legend of horseman when you learn it is associated with your father’s disappearance twenty years ago. When the local ghost story turns to be anything but that, and a bargain goes awry, you delve into Moorwick’s dark history with hopes of saving more than just yourself.
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Chapter Five: You could no longer refute that your relationship with the horseman was more complex than you initially thought it to be. What did it mean? Just as you’re coming to terms with this, Colson offers a gift that could change everything. And Moorwick’s more prestigious residents let you know that there are eyes always watching.
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The early December air was an unabashed presence to you that night. It slithered beneath the many layers you could muster while still being able to move, setting the hair on the back of your neck tall like spines, numbed the tips of your ears, and cemented your fingers wound the horse’s stiff reins. The seat beneath you felt harder than usual, nothing short of being jostled around on a big stone as you attempted to ride through the horse’s rough gait. Perhaps more than anything, it felt rather amiss to be astride in the saddle without the horseman there to keep you upright. You were used to the steadiness of his chest to catch you, and his arms anchoring you down into the seat. Without him, the wind prowled excitedly, pushing against your back with a bite that you felt cut through your skin and bone, and launch you atop of the horse’s neck more than once. “It is way too cold to do this tonight, let me off,” you complained over the whistle and wail of the breeze, and the muffs tightly cradling your ears. The horse continued to trot in the same wide circle obediently, showing little regard to your commands despite your grip on the reins. From the middle of the circle, you clenched an eye against a glare of white that only just illuminated the horseman’s chest in a halo of light. It had been at his insistence that you were even doing this, or more accurately: he had dismounted, gave his steed a swift smack on the ass and sent it surging forward into the circle before you could have hopped off.
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since it's spooky month, I've gotten into a classic Halloween story called The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Disney's version that is!
sooo hear me out on this one.
How bout we turn it into a monster romance or smthn?
Basically Ichabod has a bisexual awakening and it's the Headless Horseman out of all people.