Duty P1(?)
Platonic!Smoker and Addy. The following takes place when Addy was 7 and Smoker was 22.
Warnings: possibly ooc Smoker (it's lowkey kind of headcanons on how he was probably like at 22), Smoker makes Addy cry, silly playtime in the snow
Back when things were better in Onathia, when the kingdom still had fundings for its people, they had hired the Marines to watch over and protect the people of Onathia from pirates or any other threats that may have come to Onathia or the royals.
Upon their meeting with the king and queen, one newer recruit to the Marines was tasked with protecting and being the bodyguard of a, at the time, seven-year-old Addison. That Marine was a 22-year-old (at the time) Smoker who, understandably, was annoyed that he was tasked with "babysitting duty."
And here they were now. Seven-year-old Addy was running around the courtyard of the castle, snow crunching under her little feet as she jumped in the snow. Smoker? He was standing nearby, arms crossed with an unamused expression whilst watching the young princess. In Addy's little mind, Smoker looked bored and boredom wasn't going to fly with her!
The young princess went running over to Smoker, staring up at the man who seemed like a giant compared to her small height, big brown eyes shining expectantly.
"Hm?" Smoker's eyes held a bored, unamused look as he stared down at the tiny princess in front of him. "What do you want?" He sighed before letting out a surprised grunt as the tiny princess grabbed hold of two of his fingers and started pulling him towards the snow she was just playing in.
Addy didn't necessarily have the strength but Smoker just sighed, letting the girl drag him along. It wasn't until she stopped and turned to look up at Smoker again expectingly that the Marine-turned-bodyguard arched a brow. "What?" His voice was laced with annoyance now.
Addy simply pouted before making a snowball in her hand, putting it in Smoker's before backing up to stare up at him again.
The man's brows knitted as he stared at the snowball then back to Addy, slowly raising his hand as if to throw the ball.
"NO!" Addy screeched, making Smoker wince in annoyance. "What do you mean no?" he questioned, brow twitching. Addy pouted, crossing her little arms. "Snowman."
Smoker let out an exasperated sigh but obliged, dropping down onto one knee, placing the melting ball of snow back on the ground before pushing it for the royal pain in his ass.
Addy giggled before ducking under Smoker's arms, turning around to help push the snowball. Smoker glanced down at the little girl now caged between his arms as they both pushed the bottom half of the snowman until it was to the princess's liking.
How did he end up in this situation? He was supposed to be a Marine going after pirates. Not a bodyguard being forced to build snowmen and play tea parties for a little princess.
Smoker's train of thought broke when he felt a tiny hand grabbing for one of his cigars that was in his jacket pocket.
"Hang on a second! Those aren't for kids!" Smoker yanked the cigar out of Addy's hands. Big mistake.
Smoker gritted his teeth as Addy's big brown eyes seemed to grow bigger as tears started falling down her face and she started wailing.
Shit. Smoker was in trouble now. He could see it now. The king and queen coming out asking what happened. The princess blaming him entirely and making him out to be a monster.
"I-I *hic* j...just wanted t-to *hic* put it on the-the *hic* snowman," Addy mumbled in between hiccups and sobs.
The snowman? Smoker blinked, staring down at the princess then back to the snowman. He let out a long sigh before placing the cigar back in Addy's hand then picking her up so she could reach the snowman's face.
Addy's mood did a complete 180. She beamed happily as she stuck the cigar in the snowman's mouth and smiled proudly at it.
"It's you, Mr. Smokey!" Addy giggled happily. Smoker stared at the snowman for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.
"Yeah... yeah it is..." Smoker mumbled before his attention shifted right back to Addy at the sound of her sneezing. Playtime was over. "Let's get you inside before your parents wonder how you became a popsicle."
As most children do, Addy whined and complained the whole walk inside, insisting she was fine and could handle five more minutes out in the snow. But of course, once inside the warm castle, Addy almost immediately melted into Smoker's arms as she grew drowsy.
The job of Marine turned princess's bodyguard was a handful, but deep down, Smoker wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.
If this does well enough I might make a part two to this. Maybe even a part three please just make sure you like, reblog and comment if you wish to see more.
If part two happens, Addy with be 15-going-on-16 while Smoker will be 30
