#wendigocrane

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Mouthy Fae

Closed starter for @flockofpan

Some times even Rumple wondered if she was entirely sane. The Fae woman knew full well that she was in the Conventry's territory, knew full well they had no sense of humor, and knew that every other week they wanted their money. All nice and orderly. Mouthing off to them never went well, others had discovered this in the past but sometimes she just couldn't help herself. It wasn't entirely her fault, the knock on the door waking her up from a deep sleep. Leg hurting with no real time to attend to it, dreams that had not been comforting at all. It had been a rather bad start to the day, but normally it wouldn't have been a big deal. If she had been able to resist the urge to grin at the Coventry man and taunt him.

 “Cute little warlock, I wonder what your momma will have you do when you actually grow up... or are you gona get stuck lurking about taking small little payments from businesses that really don't hardly matter at all? Maybe just gona be a little baby witchy for the rest of your life.”

The comment had made the mans eyes flash with anger and suddenly she found herself being back handed hard enough for her head to hit the alleyway wall. Of course she could have dodged it, but she had learned long ago that sometimes one just had to take a beating in order to keep things from getting worse. Besides, all things had a Price and she had mouthed off. The mans repayment in turn for his sudden strike would come in turn.

Another few hard strikes as the Conventry man growled. “Fucking bitch, learn to shut the fuck up and pay us our money! Next time I'll really hurt you.” A punch hitting her stomach then a kick against her ribs as she sank to the ground. Without thinking about it suddenly one sharp and long stiletto dagger was in her hand, but it went unnoticed by her attacker as he looked up to suddenly see another man stepping into the alleyway. Spitting on the ground the Conventry man reached down taking a envelope of money before giving her one last kick as she gasped out. 

“Baby witchy can't even offer a decent threat.” Giving her an angry look he shook his head and quickly left. “Crazy bitch, and lucky... if that stranger hadn't shown up...” Voice an angry mutter he went the opposite way as Father Crane quickly slipping out of the alleyway.

Slowly scooting up against the wall she reached up using her blade to gather blood off of her cheek from the back hand and gazed at it quietly before her voice came out ice cold like a winter storm about to cut its way through someone. “He oversteps, and with him others. Lucky I didn't just kill him here and now, but not time yet...” Glancing off for a moment the Fae woman actually shook in anger as her lips drew back in a silent snarl. “Oh but that time will come, and he will learn what real pain is.” A bit of glamour had dropped, eyes turning nearly pitch black as she whispered before blinking and forcing them back to human. “I fear oh Father Crane that you've come at a bad time, that you have. I believe my cafe shall stay closed tonight, I have no real patience after that... one of these days I really should learn to keep my mouth shut, but then it always has been my downfall.”  

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Horse Races

closed starter for @flockofpan

Three different kinds of horse races in and close to the city... well technically four if you counted the quick little one offs people did to prove they had a horse that had enough worth to get into even the smallest “proper” race. However only three that were of any real value, and all three influenced if not in fact controlled by the Coventry. Small ones between three riders at the bottom, middle ones between nine riders in the middle, and the major one twelve riders. All multiples of three of course, the Coventry had a thing for threes. Rule of three and all that, now if only the forgetful ingrates actually properly understood such things or remembered them fully. Not that Ms. Gold followed such, but then she was hardly human and operated under her own rules.

This particular race was one of the middle ones which meant it was held on a proper track if not one as grand as the major races. Cane held lightly in her right hand, eyes focused with a faintly amused smile on her face Rumple had moved forward before the announcers even started to call off which horses there were to observe the track. The names didn't matter to her so much as positions. A bad luck charm there, a good luck charm here, a horse that was overly tired in one spot next to a well fed and slept steed that was ready for the race. A multitude of tricks both magical and non used by the Coventry and she was learning each one. The last two races she'd predicted the winner perfectly, not that she'd use that skill in a race not held by the Coventry as it would no longer work.

A finger moved pacing out positions silently as she tilted her head a bit listening to horse names and positions. Turning she blinked in honest surprise seeing Father Crane before grinning a bit. The man seemed to have a few people close by and was engaged in a rather heated conversation with one of them. From the bit of research Rumple had done about his pub it seemed likely to be his chef. Slipping up next to him the Fae woman tilted her head a bit looking up while touching ever so gently at his lower arm with her cane to get his attention.  This particular day she was dressed in a woman's business suit dark green in color with a white blouse under it perfectly tailored to her figure while her cane had what looked like an ivory carved handle and a dark wood.

“If you would excuse my presumption dearie, I'd suggest placing a bet on the horse in the fourth position. Not too large a bet though, but it is up to you. Also, once again forgive my presumption but here at this place there are always people watching and listening.” Offering a faint smile she raised her cane and inclined her head politely. “I'm off to make a bet myself, but I'll be by the railing in a moment if you've any desire for company. Although it seems as though you may already have more then enough.” Matching word to deed Ms. Gold slipped off gracefully and without ever bumping into anyone to make a bet on the same horse she had suggested to him fully intending to make her way to the railing afterwards to watch.

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Night Comfort

@flockofpan said to dealmakingfae: ❛ Hold me just a little longer… Please don’t let go.❜ ((Wendigo!Crane.))

It could be odd at times Rumple and Crane together in a bed. His shift through out the night into a wendigo, her wings and leg. Inevitably at some point they would move apart a bit as his antlers grew, and she was forced into awkward positions if she stayed too close. However sometimes Rumple didn't care about how awkward it was, and she would stay as close as possible. This was one of those times,

Being a light sleeper her eyes had snapped open hearing the sounds of crying coming from Crane, and she simply wrapped an arm around him scooting in close albeit shifting a bit downwards. Nothing on other then a long shirt Rumple decided skin to skin would be better, and sat up for a moment tugging off her shirt. “It's okay my lovely deer. I will, I will. I just wanted to get a bit more comfy.”

Quickly laying back down to hug him she was now naked, and pressed up against him. He had gone to sleep before her, and Rumple assumed it was a nightmare that had woken him. “I'm here dearie, it's all right. Just a nightmare, and soon it will fade. Cry, and let it slip from memory.” An arm wrapped around him the idea of mocking him never even entered Rumple's mind. She knew from personal experience how bad nightmares could get.

Slowly her arm stroked along his chest as her melodic voice started to whisper a song. Something gentle, and Fae that she had learned in Spring Court. Sweet, and soft like the brush of a gentle wind as Rumple tried to comfort him. Leaning in a bit she kissed gently at what ever she could reach that would be acceptable. “A good boy, my lovely deer, my handsome stallion.” Rumple wasn't exactly practiced at comforting others, but she was trying.  

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses: Wendigo

@flockofpan said to dealmakingfae: “⭐️”, “⭐️”, “⭐️” ((Wendigo!Crane.))

1: After a certain point they both start teasing each other to get the other worked up. Crane using Rumple's blood kink. Rumple using Crane's sense of smell. It takes Crane longer to start teasing Rumple on purpose, but Rumple always says he started it. Despite the fact Crane didn't intend to tease he was just being a Wendigo.

2: They don't fight often, but when they do half the time Malachi is involved. Be it because Rumple said something Crane felt was rude. Rumple felt Malachi was acting above his station. Rumple's distrust of Malachi despite accepting (kind of) his role in Crane's life, or what ever all else. From time to time Rumple side eyes Malachi and makes random comment's about immortals in captivity, and caves.

3: Rumple does her best to get Crane to embrace the fact he's not human, and enjoy it. When ever he starts getting ashamed of his claws, or fur, or feathers, or what ever else she is there with a compliment or a nuzzle or a kiss or all of the above.

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Romantic Advice

@flockofpan said to dealmakingfae: 💗 ((Wendigo!Crane))

💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgment?

Rumple's advice honestly would be rather simple. Remember she is not human, has never been human, will never be human, and was not raised in any human culture. She is further away from being human then a vampire, wendigo, or other creatures that were born human and raised among humans then turned. She does not think the same, have the same ethics, morals, or values. A lot of people make the assumption that because she is humanoid she is similar to humans the same way a vampire or a lycanthrope can be. She is not.

Another piece of advice after that would be to remember she is good at survival. She is not so good at the “truly happy” thing. Rumple survives, and keeps herself busy and distracted. She was raised basically to be a really good bodyguard. Keeping herself “happy” or in anyway emotionally healthy was never, and is not a part of her skill set.

The final piece of advice would be a final reminder that basically... she's disabled. For all her strength, speed, magic and everything else when you combine her leg with her tattered wings Rumple is disabled. She is going to have days where her only thoughts are going to be a combination of “this hurts” and “fuck everything” and it has nothing at all to do with the other person.

As a note, because Rumple would never think to offer this despite it being true. She sucks at asking for what she wants. She is actually far more likely to indulge her partner in what they want then to say “hey I'd like x, y, and z” so just because she seems happy, and everything is going well doesn't mean she is actually getting everything she wants.

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Not morning yet

@flockofpan said to dealmakingfae: “It is not morning yet.” ((Wendigo!Crane))

Yawning Rumple was stretching and had slipped a leg off of the bed intending to go see about fully waking up with some tea. With any luck Malachi, that irritating man, wouldn't be on the boat and she'd be able to move about the kitchen without having to deal with anyone else. However the faint mutter from Crane made her glance back at him.

“Well that's rather a matter of perspective, and...” Looking at the clock she blinked once or twice. Leaning in Rumple poked at the digital clock as though to make sure it was working before reaching off the bed for her cell phone. Checking that as well she gave a little shake of her head. “Why am I awake at four in the morning?”

Even with Rumple's strange sleeping schedule that was hardly a good time to be waking up. Technically she normally slept during day time taking advantage of her Cafe only being open at evening times. However spending time with Crane had gotten her used to sleeping at times more appropriate to a pub owner who hunted at night.

Crane let out a faint rumble as though trying to call her back to bed, and Rumple gave a little shrug before settling back in. Easier for her to be the big spoon with her wings, and comforting for him she gently rolled him over and wrapped an arm around him. Nuzzling into him Rumple snuggled in close with a contented little sigh before kissing at the back of his neck and letting her eyes close so she could fall asleep for a few more hours.

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Dignity saved.

flockofpan said: [ defend ] ((Dignity or reputation, Wendigo!Crane.))

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

From http://faeshiftersmore.tumblr.com/post/167848883834/devotedecay-non-sexual-acts-of

Rumple had managed to convince Crane to go to a live theater involving a dance production, and she'd been looking quite forward to it. Perhaps it was because it was one of the few good things she'd held onto when it came to memories of her mother. The dance performances, and how very beautiful and magical her mother had seemed. Perhaps she simply liked the idea of going out with the Wendigo on something akin to a date, but without making him feel awkward about having to worry about food and the like. Regardless she was in a good mood.

Not normally one to dress up too much this evening she was in a lovely black dress fitted just right, and had smirked at Crane's reaction which had of course been a rather positive one. The enjoyment lasted all the way till they got to the theater. One arm around Crane's she smiled up at him before her eyes widened and she let out a loud shocked gasped.

A random passer by had accidentally spilled their nearly full beer all over her. Coming from the side it made the drink go over both her front, and back making the cloth cling to her like a second skin as Rumple froze and did her best not to explode with rage even as she looked down at herself. “My...dress...is ruined... and now I look like...like...” The liquid had made her dress nearly sheer making it easy to see the outline of her panties and the fact she had on no bra. Eyes going nearly completely black she started to turn to do who knows what to the drunken passer by.

Thankfully Crane had tugged off his coat and quickly wrapped it around her as he whispered in her ear. “Rumple, my queen, it's not worth it. Not with all these people watching. Besides it was an accident. Just keep my coat on, and we can figure something out.” As he wrapped the coat around her his arms did so as well and he hugged her in close hoping he could keep her from attacking the person who had spilled the drink.

Rumple shook for a moment before her shoulders dropped and she tugged the coat around her closer from the inside. “I stink like beer now, and so much for getting to see the dancers. They are only here for the weekend, and they are so sold out I had to make a Deal just to get tickets for tonight.” Voice not longer so much angry as just incredibly disappointed she sighed and nodded. “I guess we might as well just go back to my place or something so I can shower.”

Crane considered her for a moment before kissing her cheek and motioning for her to wait. A minute later he returned and waved at a hotel across the street while handing her a key. “The show starts in twenty minutes, if you go shower right now and give me your size I can get you some clean clothes. Worse case you clean, get clean clothes, and use your glamour. After which we still get to see the... dancing... and you will be the powerful goddess you should be.”

The offer made Rumple blink before she smiled, grabbed the key and leaned up to kiss him gently. “Someone is getting a reward later tonight I do believe.” Twenty minutes later she was clean, with clean clothes, and sitting in her seat next to Crane dignity intact and the evening saved.