Author's Note
This is my first fan fic, but far from my first endeavor in writing. I've written quite a bit of poetry and descriptive writing. This being my first fan fic I would love feedback. I have plenty written for this story already, but I am more than willing to go through it and make any changes that would improve the story. Thanks, I hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter 1
A Golden Halo
A ring of silver gold curls sprawled upon the chest of a man. Strong ropes of tendons and muscles cradled the slender frame of a woman. The sun began it's lazy assent into the sky, as if wishing that it didn't have to rise on this Sunday in spring. As the light gently peeked through fluttering gossamer curtains, it began to illuminate the face of one man's very own angel.
God she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. The man thought lazily. I wish we could stay like this forever.
A small yawn interrupted his revelry.
"You really should learn not to speak everything you think." The blonde woman murmured into his chest.
"Hmm? Did I say that aloud?"
"Yes, you did, just like every morning." She sighed.
"Well then, if you are so tired of hearing it, then maybe I should stop saying it." The man chided back, a smile lighting his face as she turned to look him in the eye.
"Yes, maybe you should, we wouldn't want me to develop an ego, now would we?"
"Oh no, that would be horrible." came his sarcastic reply. "You with an ego would be the worst thing on Remnant."
She craned her neck to place a gentle kiss upon the man's cheek. "Hush now. Let me sleep more. We have nothing to do today, and I intend to make up all the sleep I lost last night."
A proud smirk appeared on the man's face. "It was a well earned reward after such a challenging mission."
"That it was." The blonde purred as she curled back into her lover's arms.
"If you are so tired you should go back to sleep."
"I will, in a minute…" she whispered as she began to trail gentle bites up the supple flesh of her lover's chest.
"Hey now. Did I give you permission to mark up my skin like that?" He breathed, as his voice caught in his throat.
"No… but I did…" she responded playfully as she continued her way up to his collar bone, where she placed a gentle kiss on a small pale white scar that stood out against his sun kissed skin.
"Then I give myself permission to do this!" He exclaimed as he pulled her away from his chest and quickly got out of the nest of blankets that made their bed.
"Aw, I was just beginning to enjoy myself…" she sighed. "Now I'll never get back to sleep with my pillow gone."
"Well then, you'll just have to get up." he said. "We have plenty of cleaning to do around here." He gestured at the mess that had been made of their bedroom during the activities of the previous night.
"I guess."
The blonde rose from the bed, her slim figure being back-lit by the early morning light. She was a tall woman, barely into her twenties, with curls bearing a shade of gold that would make jewelers envious, her long legs toned and firm, leading into thin hips that swayed as she walked towards her lover, strong arms wrapping around her lover's neck, dragging the tall man to her chest.
"How could you ever want to leave the bed when all of this," she purred as she gestured to her very nude body, "is begging for you to stay?"
"That my dear Glynda, is an easy question to answer." he replied with a laugh. "My mistress is calling."
A shocked gaze met his eyes, "HOW DARE Y-" she began to scream back before she was cut off with a chaste kiss and the slamming of the bathroom door.
"Oh… I see…" she said, defeated, as the realization hit her. He is always making such poorly timed jokes. She mused as she went to gather a set of clothes from her wardrobe.
The sound of water spilling forth from a tap hit her ears from the direction of the bathroom as her lover entered the shower. A mischievous smile spreading across her lips as she conceived of an idea to get her way.
Quietly placing her bundle of clothing on the bed, she stalked over to the bathroom door and slipped in. She walked over to the shower, hips swaying, and she opened the frosted glass door to find it empty. She began to look around when two familiar arms wrapped around her waist and guided her into the shower.
"Lucien, one day I am going to smack you for your antics." She threatened.
"Sure you will Glynda, my little angel." He chuckled at her hollow threat.
A swift elbow to the ribs quickly stifled his laughter. "I told you not to call me that."
"What, an angel?"
"No, little."
"Oh, but to me you are." He said, resting his chin upon her head to illustrate his point.
"So you keep saying, but some would see it the other way around, that you are a giant." She said while turning around to look up into the eyes of her extremely tall partner. Lucien was nearly six feet ten inches tall, his body long and lithe, his young body all ropey muscle and tendon, with a sharp jaw line, high cheekbones, and dark steely blue eyes that melted her cold exterior, and a mess of dark hair that never seemed to stay in one place.
"Oh-ho, really now?"
"Yes, we had to rent an apartment with extra tall ceilings to accommodate your freakish height." She quipped as she began to lather her golden curls, turning away from her lover.
A small chuckle was the only response she received as her lover began to wash himself of the night's events. The patter of water on skin was the only noise for the rest of the endeavor. As they toweled themselves off, the birds nesting in the trees outside the window began to chirp, giving the sterile white and grey tiled room a lively air.
"You know this is fruitless?" Glynda murmured as she watch her partner towel off his head of unruly dark hair. Her eyes roamed to more entertaining parts of his anatomy.
"Oh really now? I thought you were the queen of showing restraint?" Lucien quipped back, a sly sparkle appearing in his eyes.
"Only when restraint is called for, and I think restraint went out the window when we signed the lease…" she replied as she lead the way into the bedroom. "Look at this. Does it look like we've been practicing restraint?" She gestured at the mess of blankets and pillows that made up their bedroom, in the small loft apartment they rented in downtown Vale.
"No, it does not. But today, we are going to clean this mess of an apartment."
As he walked away from Glynda towards the wardrobe that belonged to him, her eyes caught on two long slender gaps between his shoulder blades where she new something was missing. They appeared as two slender patches of flesh where her eyes simply couldn't make anything out. Obscured as if her mind couldn't figure what to make of them. She of course knew what went there, but not for the first time she wondered why he hid such beauty with such ugly gaps upon his skin.
"Tell me again why you hide them." She demanded in a hushed tone.
"It would be hard to share a bed with me if I didn't." He joked, avoiding the answer he knew she wanted.
"True, but you know that's not what I want to hear."
"Doors get complicated too."
She was beginning to grow tired of this back and forth much quicker than usual, after being turned down not once but twice already that morning.
"Just tell me again." She snapped, growing impatient.
"Because people aren't ready to see someone who is acclaimed as a huntsman and gentleman and thought to be a human walking around with these." He snapped back letting go of his semblance and revealing a pair of massive wings, snow white with the speckling of a snowy owl.
The pair of wings taking on an iridescent glow in the early morning light. He let them spread out, spanning almost twice the length of his arms, only making the ethereal glow shine even brighter. A glance over his shoulder confirmed his suspicion, Glynda was speechless, with an awed look upon her face. She began to approach him from behind, outstretching a hand. As she came within reach she pulled her hand back and gathered her resolution. She slowly, almost tentatively reached out and placed her hand between the snowy wings and gently brushed down the feathers at their bases. Lucien let this go on for quite some time, enjoying the feeling.
She became more confident in her actions, slowly stroking the over-sized feathers that made up his wings, gently scratching at the bare skin between them. Gradually getting closer to him as the moments of silence passed. Eventually her body was pressed into the gap in the powerful muscles of his back, curling her arms around his chest and feeling the soft feathers brushing the bare skin of her chest, as he began to relax his wings into a more comfortable position.
"I'm sorry I got mad at you." Glynda finally spoke in a soft whisper, knowing that no matter how quiet she may speak he would be able to hear her, his wings not being the only thing in common with owls.
"It's ok my dear. I understand why some people could become so enamored with these ugly things."
"They are not ugly! They are one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen!"
"My dearest Glynda…" he sighed "You are not the one who must hide them lest he been struck down with stones by walking into the wrong neighborhood."
"One day the faunus will be able to walk proudly as equals with man." She replied hopefully "And when that day comes, I hope I will be there to see it."
"So do I my dear" he said, a wistful look upon his face "but until then these shall stay hidden. Oh, and I wasn't joking, doorways are quite tricky with these things hanging off my back."
"Oh I am sure they are." She snickered, their moods greatly improving with the mild humor.
"My dear, I believe it is time we decide once and for all what we are going to do with this day." Lucien said cheerfully
"Well… I know what I want to do with it, but I have a feeling you will disagree…" Glynda let her sentence trail off as her hands began wandering to places she knew she wouldn't have gone with any other man.
A hushed moan escaped his mouth as Glynda dragged her nails down his chest leaving bright red trails, she began nipping at his collar and placing kisses on his neck, slowly making him lose his resolve.
"Stop, just for a moment." He requested.
"What do you need?" She asked, her voice rough with lust.
He stepped away for a moment and activated his semblance, his wings quickly fading into nothing, leaving the all too familiar gaps on his back where something should be. He caught the sound of a quiet sigh and didn't look behind him for a moment, letting Glynda have her bitter moment. Slowly he turned around to face he and he drew her into his arms and kissed her with a gentle passion. Slowly leading her back to the bed falling into the mess of sheets, letting her land on his chest with a sharp slap of skin on skin.
"So tell me," he whispered to her, "is this how you wanted to spend the morning?"
"I think we are getting there." She whispered back hungrily.
"I'm glad I can accommodate you, Miss."
"Haha, oh when we're done here you will have done much more than accommodate me…" she purred letting her words trail off into a searing kiss as Lucien pulled her up to be level with him. They stayed like that until their lungs demanded air, gasping for breath as their hands began to wander.
Soon much more than kisses were being exchanged.
Late in the afternoon the couple finally disentangled themselves and showered once again. Barely escaping another round of lovemaking and revelry. Steadily the pair worked together on the cleaning that needed to be done in their small apartment.
Soon enough all was in order, ending once again in the bedroom they had spent their morning in, but now it was immaculate, bed neatly made, the desks in the corner organized, the clothes in the wardrobes folded neatly and stowed in their proper homes, all was in order.
I wish every day could be spent like this Lucien thought to himself, silently this time. It gets so exhausting hunting grimm all the time. It's nice to just work around our home. Our Home… things moved so fast… it feels like yesterday when we met on that mission… fucking boarbatusks…
His thoughts interrupted by the buzzing of his scroll, looking down he saw that the number belonged to a representative of one of the Huntsman organizations he had worked with.
"I've got to take this. Work." He said to his partner before leaving the room.
"Lucien speaking." He replied into the scroll.
"Lucien, this is Alistair, from the Vale Huntsmen, we have a job. There have been increasing reports of criminal activity in the warehouse district of Vale, it seems that a small crime lord has setup shop there. The Vale Police are asking for our help in apprehending or eliminating him."
"Ok, how much does it pay and how large of a team?"
"One man team, 2500 lien alive, half that dead."
"This sounds like work for a bounty hunter, why are the Huntsmen getting involved?"
"I don't know, I am just in charge of finding someone to do the job."
I don't like this kind of work, but a small time crime boss couldn't be too hard to apprehend.
"Ok, I'll take the job."
"Good, I'll forward the details to your scroll. Happy hunting."
"Thank you. Happy Hunting."
