Hello everyone, Mr.E here and back! Thank you for everyone who likes, comments and reblogs this story. it means a lot to me
i want to apologize to those who were waiting for this. I took a month off because in all these nearly 2 years of writing (holy snap that’s next month) and the random bouts were i didn’t post, I never actually took a break. but I’m back, refreshed and ready to keep stories for you amazing people.
Here it is, the finale of the current arc thought of by my good friend @marionette-j2x who was kind enough to let me borrow her ocs *Jelina, Mary and Berry with their lord Kim* and let me write out the arc idea she came up with and a special @thefandombytes who helped me with some translations. thanks buddy, I greatly appreciate it!
This is not the story finale so no worries, there’s still some more nova on the way. Well I am going to simply let the show get on the road cuz I know a few of you waited a long time for this so here we go.
What do you think of Katrina's lineup? Everything thought this is the last straw and that she will be done but girl came out of nowhere. Out of the projects/rumoured projects which one are you most excited for? Akki-Kat, Sal-Kat, SRK-Kat or Aamir-Kat?
Okay, but look at the pairings you listed. If they’re hits, they’ll be Akshay films, or Salman films, or SRK films, or Aamir films. They won’t be “a Katrina film” the way, say, Baar Baar Dekho or Fitoor would have been.
So it’ll keep her going for a few years and get her some box office hits, but those men are not known for giving girls like Katrina good roles in their films. I wouldn’t get too excited until I see whether she actually has anything to do in those movies, or whether she’s there just to look pretty.
I was fortunate enough to get our-destinies-entwined for my Secret Santa. I was thrilled, especially considering her amazeballs blog is the entire reason I joined tumblr in the first place. You asked for a naughty Christmas fic so hopefully, this Secret Santa delivered!
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Abbie had pulled up to the cabin at the beginning of sunset Christmas night, planning on keeping Ichabod’s mind off of Katrina’s departure and Henry’s disappearance. She didn’t know how but she knew that whatever she did, rum would be involved. She cared about Ichabod too much to let him celebrate alone. She had planned on keeping his mind occupied; she just didn’t realize how occupied she would keep him.
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“What was your favorite thing to do on Christmas as a kid, Crane?”
Ichabod smiled, a distant look clouded over his eyes as he thought about his past.
“We’d tell some of the most disturbing ghost stories imaginable. They were terrifying enough to put your favorite Mama to shame.”
Abbie scoffed and made a face. “Ghost stories? Who tells ghost stories on Christmas day?”
“The English have held a long standing tradition of telling ghost stories on the Eve of the holiday.”
Abbie cringed at the thought of hearing the tale of The Ring being told to children as part of Christmas Eve. She couldn’t imagine sending kids to bed with visions of evil things crawling in their heads instead of dancing sugar plums.
“Uh…no. What else you got?” Ichabod grew quiet for a moment as he sat across from Abbie on the floor of the cabin beneath the Christmas tree.
“Games. We’d often play charades to pass the time.” They had already given charades a go once and it didn’t turn out well. She wanted something that would keep him on his toes and hopefully from thinking about Katrina and she thought she had the perfect idea. Grabbing the bottles of rum that she’d brought with her, she shook them at Ichabod.
“Have you ever played truth or dare?”
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He watched as Abbie tried everything she could to take his mind off of what she assumed would consume him this holiday. He could see the determination in her eyes to make sure that he enjoyed his Christmas – that he felt needed and loved. How he wished he could tell her that she was all he craved. How he longed to let her know that she had long since made any notion of Katrina fade from his mind. How he yearned to show her just how he planned to worship her.
But he couldn’t. He would never dare to tell her that he was in love with her.
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When did we finish that bottle of rum? Explaining the nuances and point of truth or dare to Ichabod had taken the better part of ten minutes. Once he’d gotten a firm grasp on it however, they were off on a back and forth battle of truth or dare mixed with a decent amount of rum. Out of the three bottles that she had brought with her, they had somehow managed to go through one and half already.
“Truth or dare, Miss Mills?”
“I dare you to…” Ichabod tapped his chin trying to think of something decently embarrassing but nothing over-the-top, “flap your arms and cluck like a chicken.”
Abbie acquiesced, giving it her all. She collapsed in a laughing heap on the floor across from Crane who had doubled over at the sight of her. After taking another hearty sip or rum, it was Abbie’s turn to take control.
“Truth or dare, Crane?”
“Do you ever think about me when you’re alone?” The question spilled out before Abbie even had a chance to contemplate what she was asking. She sat stunned, looking at the expression on Ichabod’s face which had gone from shocked to distant.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. Let me ask you something else inste…”
“Yes.” He said it so softly she wasn’t sure if she imagined his response or if he had actually answered her.
“Wait. Did you just say yes? That you…thought about me?”
“You had your question. I believe it’s my turn now Miss Mills. Truth or dare?”
Abbie sat in stunned silence, shaking her head to clear away the buzz that ran through her brain before she answered. “Truth.”
“Do you think of me Abbie? When you’re alone and in the dark yearning for something that you can’t name; do you think of me?” Ichabod had abandoned his rum. The only thing left to intoxicate him now was Abbie. The scent of her jasmine perfume mixed with the pine from the Christmas tree and the cedar of the cabin – filling his nose and sending him on a sensory overload. He watched a battle ensue on her features; fear, hope and desire clashed for supremacy. He held his breath in anticipation of her answer.
Abbie closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking at him. Should she tell him that she would often wake up in the middle of the night with her hand between her legs, imagining that her fingers were his stroking her until her body hummed?
Would she ever be able to look him in the eye again if he knew how often she had thought about his beard scraping her skin as he lavished each of her breasts with his lips? Could she tell him how she had imagined riding him – his one hand cupping her ass while the other rubbed her clit, making them both scream as she felt him come inside of her?
She didn’t know if it was the alcohol making her this bold or the fact that this moment was a long time coming but it didn’t matter. She had started this line of questioning and she was determined to finish it. “Constantly.”
Ichabod’s breathing became more shallow and rapid and his lips parted and he stared at her from across the small space between them. He could see a flush creep up her neck to her cheeks and he wished that he could kiss its trail.
“Truth or dare?”
If she asked this, they would be past the point of no return. There wouldn’t be any turning back for them, but she was willing to take the chance.
“What are you doing to me when you think of me Ichabod?”
His name falling from her lips sent shivers throughout him. They so rarely called each other by name that each moment was like a silky kiss across the skin. He could feel his prick begin to strain against his pants and judging from the look on her face and how she licked her lips, Abbie could as well. He ran his hands up and down his thighs slowly, drawing her eyes to his body.
“That depends. There are times when I close my eyes and I am simply holding you, kissing the line of your elegant neck and nibbling your ear. Other times, your legs are wrapped tightly around my waist and I thrust into your silky wet sex, making you climb higher and higher in ecstasy.”
Ichabod watched as Abbie’s lids fluttered, he breath hitching at his descriptions, her hands wandering seemingly of their own volition across her body. Her lips parted and he watched jealously as her tongue darted out to taste them.
“There are times still when my head is buried at your apex, determined to lap and suck every ounce of you that I can until I hear you scream my name and feel you shudder around my fingers.”
Abbie was strung tighter than a bow. She had fantasized about the feel of Ichabod next to her, on her and in her – but she never thought he would ever return the sentiment. Hearing him explain in lurid detail what he wanted to do to her set fire to her blood. She wanted to lung across the empty rum bottles and presents and touch every part of him until she had him memorized but she held back. After all, this was just a game, right?
Clearing his throat and ever so slowly adjusting himself in front of her, knowing that she would watch his hands as they moved, it was his turn to ask: “Truth or dare, Abbie?”
“Dare” she whispered, barely able to contain herself.
“I dare you to come and let me show you how I’ve thought about you.”
I will say though, about Crane being impulsive for Abbie, the scenes that gives me the most feels about that are the ones in 218 - it’s one thing seeing him be impulsive here, in this time, with him having basically lost everything and everyone around him seemingly having no manners or following a sensible social protocol. But Past Crane? Uptight proper military Captain Crane, in his own time? Even then, when he barely knows her, he’s still standing up to a superior for her, disobeying orders, following her lead - forgetting his manners…
And that’s the Crane Betsy was needling, the Crane who lived in a world of manners and order and control, and who threw them all out the window for Abbie Mills.
10 years after Hurricane Katrina: ‘I thought that was it for New Orleans’
On the 10th anniversary of the costliest natural disaster in US history, four residents from very different neighborhoods – on both sides of the levees – offer very personal insights into the land, the music … and whether that prediction has come true.
Before you can post in the Sleepy Hollow tag with the phrase, “Ichabod and Katrina in the original story…,” you first must pass a reading comprehension quiz to make sure you have actually read the story and not just seen the completely AU Tim Burton movie.
life in real time - paradise fears nyc release show
(you can read my previous post about paradise fears on my other blog here)
if you’re familiar with the beauty guru community on youtube, you’ve probably heard the term “holy grail *insert-product-here*”. out of the hundreds of options on the market, it is the one product that said beauty guru always finds him/herself going back to, and will defend to the death. i guess you could say paradise fears is my “holy grail band” - the band i will always go back to, my ride-or-die, my til-death-do-us-part, and their show on saturday at the studio @ webster hall just confirmed that truth.
i completely agree about katrina. it sucks that they're writing her this way. i wish the writers would just let her be a character. she needs to hang out with abbie and jenny. they would be such a fun trio.
I was with you until you said Katrina should hang out with Abbie and Jenny.
Where on earth did you get that they would be a fun trio? What is this based off of? Katrina has no personality. She’s not particularly useful, and she causes more problems than she solves, which seem like things Abbie and Jenny would be opposed to. How ever did you draw this conclusion, anon? I’m all ears.
There’s a lot they need to do with Katrina’s character. Being friends with Abbie and Jenny isn’t one of them.
Things I need from Katrina:
Her to be useful
Her to be relevant to the plot and the other characters in an organic way
Her to stop needing to be rescued
Her to come up with better plans
Her to wake the fuck up about Henry
Her to be honest with her damn husband
Her to be the powerful witch they keep telling me she is
Her to get the fuck off my screen if none of the above conditions are met
Things I don’t need:
The burden of making her a likable and relevant character being put on Abbie and/or Jenny
Some false sense of lady friendship simply because she exists in their space
That’s not to say I’m not for them ever becoming friends. Lady friendships are my weakness. I live for that shit. But if that were to happen on the show, it has to be earned. Abbie and Jenny do not know this woman, except for the fact that she is Ichabod’s wife. Katrina doesn’t know them either. If the show were to develop that between them, and simultaneously develop Katrina as a person, then it needs to make sense and actually be a friendship based on mutual support, respect and trust that we see grow over time.
So until that happens? Nah, you can miss me on that one.
In Goffman’s interview for the Huffington post, he states that Katrina will be with Headless for part of this season, and thanks to a special spell, she’ll be able to see him as Abraham. Katia Winter said their relationship has a “Beauty and the Beast” dynamic. The actress added that she knows some fans want Katrina “to go away,” but viewers will see in Season 2 why Katrina and Ichabod love each other so much. That said, executive producer Robert Orci said the writers will “drop a few bombs” on their relationship this season. Katrina will also get to use more magic in Season 2, now that she’s out of Purgatory.
As a katia/Katrina fan I am looking forward to S2 purely because I find Katrina fascinating as a character. I’d love to see her as women discovering she is a witch in an era when the innocent were burnt/hanged/drowned for the mere mention of witchcraft.
How she became part of a coven? What secrets did she discover about the hidden world of demons she told Ichabod about on their first meeting? Did she have a Mentor in the arts of witchcraft? What about her parents, they were poor, did they push her for an alliance with Abraham because he was wealthy? Did they know about Katrina’s powers?
I’m fascinated on her life before she became a wife and mother. I hope in the many season, we discover something about Katrina Van Tassel/Crane.
On a more shipping note, The show sold the story of a happy married couple who still want to remain together and I bought it. If it is written in their stars [governed by the writers] then I am happy to watch Ichabod and Abbie get together. As long as the story and characters are consistent. I can’t abide sudden character U-Turns. But given a choice I would like for Ichabod and Katrina to remain together. It would be refreshing for me to see a couple, stay a couple rather than the old cliché of leads eventually pairing….same old, same old. As to chemistry, its subjective. You interpret it as you like. I see chemistry between Katrina/Katia and Ichabod/Tom, the right amount I’d expect for their characters. LOL I suppose this makes me a Ichabod/Katrina shipper….well for me, Katrina comes first, Ichabod second. But they are one of my Favourite literary couples. An I would dearly like for them to fight to stay reunited.