#Arren: I killed my dad I don’t why I just did

[ford-ye-fiji]

don’t get me wrong I love ghibli movies but what on earth is happening in tales of earthsea????

[imagines-by-billie]

Two Sides Of The Coin.

Part 4.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

A/N: Okay this is probably one of the least angsty fics in this series, so from here it just gets worse and worse.

Warnings: angst

Masterlist

“I thought you’d realized I’d call eventually…”, Adria chuckled on the other side of the phone, “Then again, you just never seem to catch on.”

“Where is she? Where’s Valerie?”, Shawn roared into the phone.

“Valerie was it? I thought we had agreed on Lilian.”, Adria whined, “I can always rename her, I guess.”

“Don’t fucking touch my daughter!”, you hissed to the phone, tears still streaming down your face.

“Or what? You don’t even know where we are.”, she cackled, “I’ll tell you what, Shawnie. If you just let go of your position in the mob, I’ll let you have her back.”

“What do you get from that?”, Shawn quirked an eyebrow.

“Money. I’m not after your place, but someone is. I just happen to work with him for this little project, so I’ll get my part.”, she said in a sweet, sultry voice.

“Who are you working for?”, you questioned when you saw that Shawn was completely speechless.

“Mommy!”, you heard Valerie scream and your heart jumped.

“Oh, someone’s hungry. I’ll have to go, but I’ll patiently wait for your actions.”, Adria giggled.

“No, wait-!”, you tried to talk to Valerie but Adria hung up the phone before you could say anything.

“I’m going to fucking kill her!”, Shawn shouted.

You laid in bed while Shawn planned with the rest of his team. The stuffed teddy bear, which was the only thing left of Valerie that you had, was hugged tightly to your chest.

You remembered when Shawn had gotten it for her...

He got home earlier than expected. Either his meeting went really good or really bad. But by the way Shawn walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where you were making dinner, it had gone good.

Valerie giggled as Shawn walked in and babbled something that was supposed to resemble “dad”.

“How are my two favorite girls doing?”, he grinned widely.

“Better now that you’re home.”, you smiled as his arms wrapped around you, “Meeting went good, bubba?”

“Really good, actually.”, he kissed your shoulder before letting you go and walking over to Valerie, “And I got you a present!”

You looked over your shoulder, away from whatever you were cooking, to see Shawn showing a stuffed teddy bear with a red bow around it’s neck to a giggling Valerie. The curly haired girl stared at with shock and adoration, as if it were a diamond.

“Don’t go around spoiling her now.”, you chuckled as you turned back to cooking.

“What? Are you jealous?”, he joked, which made you laugh.

He walked over to you again, after leaving Valerie with her teddy bear, and rested his hands on your hips. Now that you were facing him you could really look at his face. You brushed over the scar on his cheek with your thumb. He looked tired... probably because he spent the entire day at work with no breaks.

For a second you felt like you were a normal family. That you weren’t the wife of a dangerous mob boss and that he was just tired from his normal office job.

“You know I can give you a present too...”, he grinned. You cradled his face with your hands as a small and tired laugh escaped your lips.

“You look tired, Shawn.”, you said, “Maybe not tonight?”

“I’m not tired if it’s for you.”, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“The best present you can give me is you just being here.”, you mumbled softly, “But I wouldn’t mind you giving me that present either.”

“Thought so.”, he grinned cockily.

You smiled at the memory. God, you hadn’t smiled in a while... your eyes travelled to the empty side of the bed beside you.

Shawn always tried to stay in bed with you for as long as he could, though sometimes duty called... or Valerie cried. He always used to insist to go take care of her when she was crying. He was insanely good at doing it without waking you up too, so you didn’t even have a chance at stopping him...

You woke up by the lack of Shawn next to you. Valerie’s cradle was empty so you were guessing she had started crying. He was a very light sleeper already but since Valerie was born, he practically was half awake when he was sleeping.

Without Shawn or Valerie there, you couldn’t fall back asleep so you got out of bed. You wandered around the house to try and find them.

A slight hum came from the kitchen, which made you walk in there. The sight was absolutely adorable. Shawn was holding Valerie to his bare chest, his eyes closed as the microwave was warming up a bottle of milk. The humming was, of course, coming from Shawn. He was humming a tune you had heard from one of his old vinyls... something he had made you dance with him to.

“I wish I brought a camera...”, you giggled. Shawn opened his eyes and gave you a soft smile, still rocking Valerie back and forth.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”, he asked sleepily.

“The lack of you did.”, you lazily walked up to him, “You know I could take care of her midnight urges sometimes too.”

“You need the sleep.”, he answered, “Besides, you take care of her all day while I’m gone for work.”

“Still...”, you mumbled but did have much time to argue since the microwave started beeping.

“I’ll get that... can you hold her?”, he smiled and carefully handed you Valerie. You watched him as he carefully took out the bottle of milk and put it on the counter beside you.

With a yawn you tried handing your child over to Shawn again but she immediately started fussing.

“She’s a momma’s girl.”, he grinned and handed you the bottle, “But I can’t blame her...” You gave him a sweet smile as a thank you before carefully starting to feed the baby in your arms.

Shawn went up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He softly leaned his head on your shoulder and watched with an adoring smile over Valerie.

“She has your eyes.”, he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I think they look like yours... they’re honey brown, like yours.”, you smiled, “I think she’s gonna have your curls too.”, you carefully pushed away the brown curls that had already started growing on Valerie’s head.

“Well, then she has your beautiful smile... and I can already tell she’s going to have the same attitude.”, he chuckled lightly.

“Hey!”, you said quietly.

It was one of your favorite memories... except the first time that you had to walk in with Valerie on Shawn’s meeting.

She wouldn’t stop crying until you went near the door, then her eyes would lit up and her arms stretched out. With a big sigh you opened the door and saw Shawn’s worried eyes meet yours immediately. It was like he was asking you “Is everything okay? Has something happened?”

“Dada!”, Valerie exclaimed with a giggle.

“If you’ll excuse me…”, Shawn turned away from the much older men and got up from his chair.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked you as he took Valerie in his arms.

“She heard the shouting. I think she got a bit worried about you…”, you smiled and stroke away a couple curls from Valerie’s face.

“Shi-” You gave him a stern look, causing him to drag out the swear word and ending it on “shoot”.

“I can’t keep her in here, darling. You know that…”, Shawn sighed and handed Valerie back to you.

“I know… can you just keep it down?”, you pleaded.

“No problem.”, another man answered in Shawn’s place, it was the oldest man at the table, “We’re almost done.” The mobster gave you a tight lipped smile and you thanked him. Who knew mobsters could be nice without wanting something in return?

Everyone else in the room stared in shock at Shawn. Just a couple minutes ago he had been shouting and talking in a stern and cold tone, drinking a glass of whiskey that still stood by his chair. Now he was speaking softly, as if he didn’t want to break the tiny human with his voice.

“Thank you.”, Shawn nodded and went back to his chair. Which was your sign to go out of the door and try to get Valerie to sleep or take her mind of what had just happened. But you were glad you were standing close enough to the door to hear what he said next.

“If anyone even fucking thinks of laying a finger on my wife or my daughter, I’ll personally strangle you.”, Shawn muttered, “Do I make myself clear?”

You tried to remember everyone in that room. To see if anyone looked slightly annoyed by your entrance. You remember the older man, Owen Wolfgang... he had died just a few months ago, alcohol poisoning. He never seemed like much of a drinker to you.

His son was nothing like him. At the funeral he acted very strange, refused to talk to you and barely talked to Shawn at all. 

Your dad knew him well, though. He had made sure you stayed away from him and told you to keep Valerie away from him too. It was only a hunch but it was something.

You got up from bed and walked into Shawn’s office.

“Arren Wolfgang. Look him up, now.”, you said harshly as you walked out.

“Why? No one has seen him since Owen’s funeral.”, Brian questioned.

“I know it’s far fetched but... what was the thing he always seemed to talk about. Power and respect, right?”, you looked at Shawn, “I know that you introduced him to Adria too, so they have a connection.”

“Keep going...”, Shawn said as he got out of his chair.

“If he’s been gone for so long, he’s probably planning something. Or has planned something.”, you sighed.

“It’s a lead, if anything.”, Brian nodded.

“Y/N...”, Shawn looked at you, “We need to go to your dad.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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