(WHR fic) His Angels Amon/Robin PG -yes, a PG rating
Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2003 3:08 pm
Witch Hunter Robin and its characters don’t belong to me in anyway, shape or form.
Basic angst fic, but with some sweet fluff tossed in I think too. Amon/Robin non-lemon (hey it happens from time to time) set ten years after the end of the series.
Enjoy
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An angel. That is what she reminded him of whenever he watched her sleep. Her child-sized fist curled up against her temple, lids shut with ease over sea blue eyes and wisps of sable brown hair that framed her face even as the rest of it fanned out across her pillow; an angel, his, angel.
“She missed you tonight.”
Straightening his body from where it was leaned against the doorframe of his daughter’s room, Amon looked over at the woman beside him.
“It couldn’t be helped, Robin. My client is very particular. You know being a gun for hire can require long hours.” Even as he spoke intensely, he searched her soulful eyes, his tension easing somewhat as he saw them soften.
“It’s okay. I told her you’d be here when she woke up.” Her smile was thin but honest as she took his hand in her own, her voice hitching a tone higher as she changed the subject. “Have you eaten tonight?”
“My client treated me to dinner. I’m fine.”
His wife nodded her head and remained silent, though by her sudden solemn expression, Amon knew something was wrong. He tugged on her hand and stopped her in her tracks, the force of the motion twirling her around so that she now faced him, though she kept her eyes averted from his.
“What happened Robin, Daryn didn’t…did she?”
“I stopped her before anyone noticed. Everyone thinks it was a freak accident.”
Throwing her hand hastily aside the tall dark male stormed past his wife and back outside into the cool night air. Robin yelled after him but did not try to stop him. There was no stopping Amon, especially when he was in one of his moods. She remained still and calm however, not even feeling the need to cry, after ten years she was used to the darkness that always seemed to lurk deep within his soul. It was a darkness that had lifted somewhat since Daryn’s birth, but as with any storm forever on the horizon, threatening to open up at any time.
The awkward feel in the air was shattered when she heard Daryn’s voice asking where her daddy was. Kneeling down until she was at her eye level, she tried her best to smile. “Daddy forgot something. He’ll be back soon.”
Rubbing her eyes, the six year old could not hold back her yawn as she told her mother she had another bad dream. So collecting her daughter in her arms, she carried the tiny girl with her into the master bedroom, where she laid her down under the covers, and then curled up beside her; within minutes both were asleep.
Pulling the collar of his jacket together to fight off the chilly breeze, Amon could not help but hold back his frustrations as his pace quickened. Rarely ever was he one to lose control of his emotions, but when it came to matters that concerned his child he always found himself struggling with his feelings. Having grown to love her over the last six-years had made him ashamed to even think that when he first found out Robin was pregnant that he had tried to persuade her to get rid of the baby. But being the strong, stubborn and determined young woman that she was, she had refused, even telling Amon that he could get the hell out of her sight. That she would go away and raise the child on her own without his support.
Never had she asked him stay, to be husband or a father. The decision to remain, whether it was from pride, sense of duty, love for Robin or all three had been of his own choosing. A choice to this day that he could honestly say he had never regretted. Witnessing Daryn’s birth, living life again through her experiences from baby to child had eased his soul and quieted his spirit and given him a sense of peace he had not known since he himself was a small child, before his life was torn apart from the realization of what his mother was and how such a truth had pierced all of his innocent illusions about life.
But now not only had he had a mother for a witch, but a wife who was one as well, and now their daughter had started exhibiting signs of the craft. Signs that signified that she would indeed become more powerful than even her own mother who was bred to be the ultimate craft user. Witchcraft. That which had ultimately ruined his life had given one to him just the same. Pure irony.
An uncharacteristic chuckle leapt from his throat as he spun around, his right fist flying right into the trunk of a tree. Blue light sizzled from his hand and his knuckles felt hot from the electricity that he had generated from his body. Yes, it was true, after years of dormancy, the cursed blood that ran through his veins had finally sprung to life, powers that had only added to that of their daughter's when she was born two years after their emergence. How her powers would develop and how much stronger she would become by adulthood he and Robin did not know.
Shouts from behind shocked him back to reality and he instinctively jumped behind the same tree he had burned. Peeking out with wide eyes, he saw running past him a frightened man, who looked at least in his fifties. Behind him were three others. Two men and a woman, and catching the site of their uniforms, Amon knew that they were STN. Even though he and Robin had fled Japan, STN was still worldwide, even in America where they had existed for the last three years. Canada had been their home three years prior to that, and before then it had been South America.
He took off in the opposite direction, toward his home, his thoughts now focused solely on getting back to his family. Within minutes he found himself through the front door, his breathing heavy, but his mind more at ease seeing that everything in his home was calm and undisturbed. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it casually over the couch as he made his way into their bedroom.
He smiled slightly at the scene of his wife and daughter curled up together, deep in sleep. So slipping off his shoes he stepped quietly over to the bed, sliding in gently onto the other side. He knew not what the future held, but for the past decade, constant moves, aliases and changes in appearance had helped them steer clear of the STN, but the male witch knew also that one day they may indeed eventually get caught, and on that day, he would chose to kill his wife, his child and himself, rather than to have them suffer the consequences.
But those were thoughts that he would force out of his mind tonight as he gingerly pushed his body until his daughter’s back was pressed against his chest. And with one arm under his pillow and the other placed delicately over Daryn and Robin’s bodies he closed his eyes, feeling complete and at peace with his two ladies beside him, his angels.
END
Basic angst fic, but with some sweet fluff tossed in I think too. Amon/Robin non-lemon (hey it happens from time to time) set ten years after the end of the series.
Enjoy
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An angel. That is what she reminded him of whenever he watched her sleep. Her child-sized fist curled up against her temple, lids shut with ease over sea blue eyes and wisps of sable brown hair that framed her face even as the rest of it fanned out across her pillow; an angel, his, angel.
“She missed you tonight.”
Straightening his body from where it was leaned against the doorframe of his daughter’s room, Amon looked over at the woman beside him.
“It couldn’t be helped, Robin. My client is very particular. You know being a gun for hire can require long hours.” Even as he spoke intensely, he searched her soulful eyes, his tension easing somewhat as he saw them soften.
“It’s okay. I told her you’d be here when she woke up.” Her smile was thin but honest as she took his hand in her own, her voice hitching a tone higher as she changed the subject. “Have you eaten tonight?”
“My client treated me to dinner. I’m fine.”
His wife nodded her head and remained silent, though by her sudden solemn expression, Amon knew something was wrong. He tugged on her hand and stopped her in her tracks, the force of the motion twirling her around so that she now faced him, though she kept her eyes averted from his.
“What happened Robin, Daryn didn’t…did she?”
“I stopped her before anyone noticed. Everyone thinks it was a freak accident.”
Throwing her hand hastily aside the tall dark male stormed past his wife and back outside into the cool night air. Robin yelled after him but did not try to stop him. There was no stopping Amon, especially when he was in one of his moods. She remained still and calm however, not even feeling the need to cry, after ten years she was used to the darkness that always seemed to lurk deep within his soul. It was a darkness that had lifted somewhat since Daryn’s birth, but as with any storm forever on the horizon, threatening to open up at any time.
The awkward feel in the air was shattered when she heard Daryn’s voice asking where her daddy was. Kneeling down until she was at her eye level, she tried her best to smile. “Daddy forgot something. He’ll be back soon.”
Rubbing her eyes, the six year old could not hold back her yawn as she told her mother she had another bad dream. So collecting her daughter in her arms, she carried the tiny girl with her into the master bedroom, where she laid her down under the covers, and then curled up beside her; within minutes both were asleep.
Pulling the collar of his jacket together to fight off the chilly breeze, Amon could not help but hold back his frustrations as his pace quickened. Rarely ever was he one to lose control of his emotions, but when it came to matters that concerned his child he always found himself struggling with his feelings. Having grown to love her over the last six-years had made him ashamed to even think that when he first found out Robin was pregnant that he had tried to persuade her to get rid of the baby. But being the strong, stubborn and determined young woman that she was, she had refused, even telling Amon that he could get the hell out of her sight. That she would go away and raise the child on her own without his support.
Never had she asked him stay, to be husband or a father. The decision to remain, whether it was from pride, sense of duty, love for Robin or all three had been of his own choosing. A choice to this day that he could honestly say he had never regretted. Witnessing Daryn’s birth, living life again through her experiences from baby to child had eased his soul and quieted his spirit and given him a sense of peace he had not known since he himself was a small child, before his life was torn apart from the realization of what his mother was and how such a truth had pierced all of his innocent illusions about life.
But now not only had he had a mother for a witch, but a wife who was one as well, and now their daughter had started exhibiting signs of the craft. Signs that signified that she would indeed become more powerful than even her own mother who was bred to be the ultimate craft user. Witchcraft. That which had ultimately ruined his life had given one to him just the same. Pure irony.
An uncharacteristic chuckle leapt from his throat as he spun around, his right fist flying right into the trunk of a tree. Blue light sizzled from his hand and his knuckles felt hot from the electricity that he had generated from his body. Yes, it was true, after years of dormancy, the cursed blood that ran through his veins had finally sprung to life, powers that had only added to that of their daughter's when she was born two years after their emergence. How her powers would develop and how much stronger she would become by adulthood he and Robin did not know.
Shouts from behind shocked him back to reality and he instinctively jumped behind the same tree he had burned. Peeking out with wide eyes, he saw running past him a frightened man, who looked at least in his fifties. Behind him were three others. Two men and a woman, and catching the site of their uniforms, Amon knew that they were STN. Even though he and Robin had fled Japan, STN was still worldwide, even in America where they had existed for the last three years. Canada had been their home three years prior to that, and before then it had been South America.
He took off in the opposite direction, toward his home, his thoughts now focused solely on getting back to his family. Within minutes he found himself through the front door, his breathing heavy, but his mind more at ease seeing that everything in his home was calm and undisturbed. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it casually over the couch as he made his way into their bedroom.
He smiled slightly at the scene of his wife and daughter curled up together, deep in sleep. So slipping off his shoes he stepped quietly over to the bed, sliding in gently onto the other side. He knew not what the future held, but for the past decade, constant moves, aliases and changes in appearance had helped them steer clear of the STN, but the male witch knew also that one day they may indeed eventually get caught, and on that day, he would chose to kill his wife, his child and himself, rather than to have them suffer the consequences.
But those were thoughts that he would force out of his mind tonight as he gingerly pushed his body until his daughter’s back was pressed against his chest. And with one arm under his pillow and the other placed delicately over Daryn and Robin’s bodies he closed his eyes, feeling complete and at peace with his two ladies beside him, his angels.
END
