Thankful For (Detective!Smoker x Reader) AU

“Alright we’ve got my parents, my brother, and my grandmother coming what about you Smoker?”

Smoker’s attention was not on the conversation but on his case paperwork.  He has been in the home office for the past few days focused on his work and smoking cigars more often.  He’s been really busy lately trying to solve a case for murder, but we have a holiday coming up and he says that he captured the suspect.  I rubbed my temples thinking that I should just call his parents and invite them along with his siblings.

“Never mind then,” I tried to sound cheerful.

I pushed off from where I was leaning against the door sill and made my way over to the kitchen.  The coffee had just finished brewing so I poured a cup, added some creamer, then walked back over to the office and placed the cup on the desk in front of Smoker.

He snapped his head up becoming aware of me placing his coffee in front of him then he extinguished his cigar in the ash tray.  He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes from exhaustion.

“Thank you,” he grumbled.

Circling the desk I opened the window to let the smoke out then came to stand behind his chair and I began gently massaging my fingers over his shoulder which earned me a relaxed moan from him.  I was glad that I could help relieve some of his stress by massaging his tense muscles.

“Big case huh?” I tried to start a small conversation.

“Uh yeah.  We’ve been trying to get anything on the Donquixote Family and finally they’ve slipped up, but I’m trying to find any bit of evidence to seal the deal and put Doflamingo away for good.”

I pressed my lips to the top of his head and rested my hands on his large chest.  I sighed a heavy and stressful breath.

“I worry about you, you know?  You’ve been working long hours lately and barely sleeping, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

A large hand grasped both of mine that were lying in the middle of his chest.  Stoic and proud, he always made an effort to show even small signs of affection.

“You know I always make it a rule to come home to you.  You know I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“I can’t help it Smoker, I love you so much and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He lifted on of my hands and placed a kiss on my palm.

“I’ll be fine.  Anyway did you say something earlier?”

“Okay now I know you’re tired and you need to go to bed to get some rest.  You are always able to notice anything in your peripherals.”

“Hmm? Maybe I am a little tired, but I can’t stop this case every second counts.”

“I understand, but how can you focus if you’re too tired to see what’s in front of you?”

He sighed, “Maybe a nap will do me some good.”

“I’m glad you see things my way.”

I moved to leave him so he could go and get some rest but I felt him grip one of my hands and pull me back until I was sitting on his lap.  He nuzzled his face in my neck making me blush and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a moan.

“S-Smoker.”

“Aren’t you coming to make sure I get my rest?”

His breath tickled my neck sending shivers up my spine.  How could I deny this man even though he has work and I have planning to do?

“Fine, but after we get some rest,” I turned to wrap my arms around his neck, “you and I need to have a quick discussion about Thanksgiving dinner before you leave for the interrogation.”

“I think I can arrange that.”

We sealed the deal with a passionate kiss while he picked me up bridal style and walked us into our bedroom so he can get plenty of rest.

~Time Skip~

“I’ve got your parents down on the list.  Is there anyone else that might want to come?”

“No that’s everyone,” he said while adjusting his tie.

“Alright then, I will start working on getting groceries for the dinner and before you say anything I already stocked up on beer for you men.”

“You know me too well.”

He gathered the files that he needed for the interrogation then walked over to wrap his arms around my waist from behind.

“Go put that bastard away for good.”

Smoker leaned in to kiss my cheek and squeeze me in tight to his chest.

“I will, and stay safe here alright.”

“You know I’m not scared of anyone.”

“And that’s what scares me.”

“Go to the office and put him away so you can come home and help me with the rest of the Thanksgiving preparations.”

“Alright, alright.  Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Smoker left out the door while I began to make a list of ingredients that we would need for the Thanksgiving dinner.  When I finished the list I left to go out to the grocery store for everything I needed.

Smoker’s POV

Me and my partner Tashigi entered the interrogation room where Doflamingo was being held.  His usual joker smile was plastered on his face with the arrogance as if he was going to get out of this.

“So Mr. Donquixote, want to explain why you killed the Johnson Family?” Tashigi asked.

“Johnson…Johnson…doesn’t ring a bell Detective.”

“Playing games and withholding information will not help you,” I pressed.  “We know you were there at the scene.  You pointed the gun at at twelve-year-old’s head and pulled the trigger.  You killed the oldest son in front of his father and mother and ordered your filthy goons to kill the rest.”

“That’s a nice story, you cook that one up yourself Detective?”

“No, your dog told us.”

“Really?” he raised a blonde brow.  “I didn’t know my chihuahua a little snitch.”

“No but your little clown told us everything.”

His smile disappeared and anger formed on his face.

“I hit a nerve didn’t I?”

“You don’t understand much about this business do you?” he questioned.

“I know plenty but why don’t you elaborate for me.”

“Do you have someone you care about, Detective Smoker?”

“I believe I’m interrogating you, you don’t interrogate me.”

“I’m just making conversation, especially since you want me to confess to a crime that I never commit.”

“Most people like you believe that,” Tashigi commented.

“You see blood runs thicker than water in this business, family is everything.”

“Amusing, since your family is nowhere to be seen when you’re in custody.”

“You mistake my family for being disloyal, when they are doing what they are supposed to be doing which is waiting for their brother to come home.”

“Is that what you told little Henry Johnson when you pulled the trigger?” Tashigi asked.

“Again why would I admit to something that I did not do?”

“Because the tape says it all,” I confirmed.  

Tashigi pulled out her iPad and showed him a clip of the murder scene.

“We have video of you murdering this family in cold blood, and the style of this murder matches many others that you are involved in due to Mob ties.  It’s disgusting how you’ve been able to get away with it for so long, but you may avoid the death penalty if you tell me what I want to know.”

That Joker smile was back on his face and he began to laugh maniacally.  This guy was more of a nut job than I thought before.

“I won’t say anything more without my attorney.”

“Fine by me,” I got up from my seat.  “I’ll enjoy rounding up all of your men to join you in prison, some may even join you in hell.  Come on Tashigi.”

“Right.”

We turned to leave the interrogation room when Doflamingo caught my attention.

“Oh Smoker,” he called.  “Remember when I said that blood runs thicker than water?  I wonder how your little wife’s blood runs?”

My heart began to race, and I was losing most of my self control.  When he started to laugh, I lunged for Doflamingo picking him up by his collar and shoving him into the wall.

“What the hell did you do?!”

“I just sent her some extra family members to have over for Thanksgiving.”

Completely losing it I punched Doflamingo in the face sending him to the floor blood dripping from his mouth.  I kneeled down and gripped his throat.

“If something happens to my wife, not even the devil in hell can protect you from me.”

I threw him back against the ground and I rushed out of the interrogation room then radioed dispatch.

“This is Detective Smoker all units to my house immediately, Doflamingo sent his dogs to my house!  Repeat I need all units at my house immediately!”

Your POV

I was in the kitchen prepping desserts when I noticed a couple of black SUV’s parked in front of my house.  By the looks of it, they were not friendly.  Suddenly, my phone rang and I picked it up while keeping my eyes on the SUV’s.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N) get out of there now!!” Smoker demanded.

Men in black masks were piling out of the SUV’s, about six by the time I finished counting, and they were all heavily armed.

“Smoker, get your buddies over here now,” I reached under the kitchen sink cabinet and pulled out my shotgun.  “They’re going to be cleaning up a mess.”

I hung up the phone on him then proceeded to cock the gun and prepare to fire.  I got away from the main windows so not to be an open target and went towards the home office where I knew other guns were stashed.

Bullets began to hit my house and I duck and covered then cautiously waited for an opening.  There was a slight paused as the men were coming closer to my house and I peeked over the window and opened fire immediately taking out two men with my shotgun.  The others spotted me and I ducked to the floor while pumping my gun again to be ready to shoot.  

They were getting closer to the house by the sound of their bullets hitting the house.  I crawled over to the nearest window and took a chance to take a few more shots; I was able to take another one down, but missed with the other shots.  I ducked back down and I felt that my barrel was getting lighter, I may only have about three shots left.  Some glass dropped down on me from the oncoming bullets cutting me in a few places but I didn’t cower.  I had a reason to live.

Yelling with adrenaline, I ran across the main entrance where the other windows were being blown in and shot the remainder of my bullets killing two more leaving me with one person left.  I hid behind another reinforced feeling that my gun was empty.

“Shit!”

The last man standing still had ammunition on him, but I noticed he took a brief moment to try and reload.  On the ground beside me there was a couple of shot in bricks and since I couldn’t make it to the office in time, I had to make due with what I had.  

Peeking up through the window on my right, the man was fumbling in his jacket for another magazine so I took the chance and launched a brick at his head through the window.  He stumbled back and I jumped through the window then ran towards him brick rung back and I slammed it across his temple.  He hit the ground and I focused on getting his gun away from him so I kicked the gun away then dropped and elbowed him in the chest and cut off his airway then straddled his chest and punched him in the face multiple times.

The sound of screeching tires caught my attention making me look up to see one of the SUV’s driving straight towards me; trying to time it I punched the guy beneath me one more time then I jumped to the left just as the SUV ran over the man on the ground, and I only got hit on the hip.  Letting out a cry of pain, I noticed that a shadow appeared on the tinted window.  

My heart pounded in fear, and I looked to the side for some weapon and there was a pistol lying on the ground.  Reaching over I grabbed the gun then shot at the passenger window and by the cry I hit the driver but he wasn’t dead.  

Struggling to get up the sound of sirens surrounded the area and I released a breath of relief.  When I finally got to my feet I raised my gun towards the person in the car ready to fire if he tried anything.

“(Y/N)!”

Smoker ran as fast as he could towards me with his associate’s not far behind.  Once the car was surrounded and the man was being pulled out, I was enveloped in Smoker’s strong embrace.  I dropped the gun I was holding and hugged onto him tightly.  

“I thought I lost you,” he muttered into my hair.

“I-I’m fine,” I stuttered as my adrenaline was coming down.

He pulled back and placed both of his hands on either side of my cheeks giving my a once over before he placed his lips over mine in a harsh kiss.  It was more of him to confirm that I was really standing here and alive.  Parting for air he still trailed kisses from my cheek to my forehead.

“Ah,” I gasped feeling a sting on my right temple.

Reaching up to touch the side of my head I confirmed that I was bleeding; probably from the glass that shattered above me from before.  Before I could ask, Smoker lifted me up into his arms bridal style and carried me over to the ambulance where EMT’s were waiting to treat the wounded.  

Smoker, reluctantly, left me in the hands of the EMT’s while he dealt with the other officers and Tashigi.  Thankfully, after closer examination, I was not injured severely; just a few cuts, scrapes, and a large bruise on my hip.  The EMT’s released me back to Smoker who came over to hear about my status.

“She just needs some rest Detective, she should be alright.”

“Rest, you try telling an ex-marine to do that,” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t be talking Smoker,” I smirked at him.

He sat down next to me on the ambulance bumper and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“What are we going to do about the house Smoker?  I mean everyone is coming in three days, and now the house is shot up.”

He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to my temple.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it taken care of.  Right now, just relax for a minute.”

“But—”

“Please,” he pleaded in a gruff voice.  “Just rest for me right now, okay?”

I sighed but leaned into his chest and relaxed my body while he pulled me in tighter to his person.  He held me while keeping a watchful eye over the scene in front of our house.

“Hey Smoker?”

“Hm?”

“I’m thankful that you’re here,” I smiled up at him.

He snorted lightly but leaned down to capture me in a passionate kiss, not even caring that others could see us.  He was so gentle with me as if I was glass and I would shatter beneath his touch.  When we pulled away for air he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I’m thankful that I have you.”

~Extended Ending~

Ding!

The oven beeped letting me know that the turkey was finished cooking.  I approached the over and carefully took the turkey out of the oven and put it on the counter.

“Sweetheart,” my mom called, “do you need some help?”

“No I got it!  But can you tell the boys to come in, you know they’ll play forever if they are playing pool.”

“Sure thing.”

My mother, and Smoker’s mother helped me to put all of the food on the table.  Once all of the food was set, I went to grab the bottle of wine that my dad brought but I could not find the corkscrew.

“Need anything in here?” Smoker asked.

“Do you have you’re swiss army knife, because I cannot find the corkscrew.”

Smoker walked over then took the bottle from me and opened it with his swiss army knife.  We both walked back into the dining area and took our seats at the table.  We all said Grace and conversed in small talk while digging into the Thanksgiving dinner that I was able to make in the small time I had after Smoker was able to call in some favors and get our house fixed.

“Want some wine (Y/N)?” my brother asked.

“No thanks, I’m alright with water.”

“No wine?” my dad asked.  

I shook my head, “Nah I’m okay.”

“Son, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Smoker’s father called, “is that a bullet hole in the wall?”

His father pointed to a spot behind Smoker and we both turned to see that we missed one hole.  I put my head in my head groaning slightly while Smoker scratched the back of his head.

“Uh heh heh, it’s nothing you need to worry about Pop.”

“It’s okay Smoker,” his mother spoke, “I shot at your father too when I found out I was pregnant with you.”

Both of us physically choked, I didn’t even have a retort to her.

“Come now dear,” my grandmother said, “I can smell that baby from here.  Tell your husband what you’ve been dying to tell him all day.”

“Grandma, I didn’t want to tell him in front of everyone.”

“Too late!” my brother laughed.

“Shut up!” I slugged his shoulder.

“I-is it true?” he asked me.

I turned to him and placed my hand on his forearm then I nodded smiling at him.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes honey, I’m pregnant.”

He shot up from his chair then grabbed my face in both of his hands and kissed me in haste, while ooh’s and aah’s from the family surrounded us.  Smoker pulled away from me and smiled.

“Well, that was unexpected,” I chuckled.

“We’re having a family of our own,” he mumbled, “thank you (Y/N).”

“Thank you, I mean you helped.”

“Woo get some Smokey!” my brother cheered.

“Oh hush you,” my grandmother scolded.

“Happy Thanksgiving Smoker,” I whispered.

“A very happy one.”