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luccislegs · 4 years

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I hope this is okay for a request but I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Garp and his wife of like 50 years? Like she helped with Luffy and Ace and is also in the Marines? Maybe(if this isn't too specific) their relationship together and how/if it changes after Ace's death?(if this isn't allowed or something please accept my apology!)

no i lowkey loved this. you asked for headcanons but this seemed to flow so much better. i kinda feel bad that i changed some of the details but i hope you like it anyway…

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After fifty years, his wife knows him. She knows how he thinks, how he acts, and how he feels, even if he doesn’t know it himself. So when the news comes down from the Marines that Ace has been executed, she already knows how Garp is faring.

As for her, it feels like her heart has been ripped right out of her chest. The light that was Ace is gone and all she has left is a faded picture from just before he left and memories, and she isn’t sure which hurts more to see. She raised those kids, Ace and Luffy, inseparable even if they fought like cats and dogs most of the time. No matter how often Ace complained about his little brother, it was *always* his “little brother”, never just Luffy. It was what she recalled most after all these years, the bond those two had. It was stronger than steel and more so after he found out who his father was.

She still recalled that day. Garp had come in carrying Ace, distraught after hearing so much said about his father. He told her that Ace thought he should never have been born, and she scooped him up in her arms, telling him that everyone is born for a reason, and no one deserves *not* to exist because of their parents. She didn’t think it got through to Ace until later in the night, when he came into her and Garp’s room, crying again.

She got up with him, leading him by the hand to the kitchen, breaking her “no cookies after 9 o’clock rule as she gave him 3 and a glass of milk. He munched with less than his usual vigor before finally asking if she meant it. She pulled him into her lap and he let her– a rare occurrence in itself– and held him, telling him of course she did and no matter what he did, so long as he had pride in what he did and who he was, she would always be proud of him and that he should never doubt his worth.

When Garp came home to Dawn after *it* happened,, she wasn’t there waiting for him. His heart broke, knowing how much she must be hurting. Dadan expressed it with her fists, but his wife distanced herself, and after Dadan’s beating, Garp made it home to find a plate of Ace’s favorite cookies sitting on the counter and a bowl of Garp’s favorite food beside it.

Calling out her name, he heard shuffling from the bedrooms and then she came out. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying, clutching a storybook to her chest. It was full of children’s tales, mainly about pirates, and he recognized the dogeared, faded book as Ace’s favorite. She paused in the doorway and for a moment, it looked like she would begin yelling.

But then she dropped the book, running into his arms. He caught her without hesitation, holding her close as they shared their pain. She sobbed into his chest, him into her hair, standing in the kitchen they’d called home for the better part of 50 years, filled with the sounds and scents and memories that both comforted them and brought them insurmountable pain.

Garp opened his eyes first, pressing his lips to her greying hair, whispering into it how sorry he was.

Her breathing was raspy, but her sobs were subsiding, and she rested her head against his shoulder. He couldn’t know she didn’t blame him. Everyone makes their choices. Ace made his, knowing that the ending might not be pretty. There was no way Garp could change his mind and, being honest, for him to try would only have made Ace more determined.

It was how Ace was, and they knew that.

Ace made his choice, Garp made his. And she knew that Garp would live with it everyday of his life, but even with that, Garp stuck to his morals. She knew, that Ace would never forgive himself if Garp gave up *his* morals to save him.

And that’s what she told him, cupping his face as tears streamed down her cheeks once more. She was always on his side, she had nowhere else to be. She missed Ace, wanted to see him just one last time, but she would never blame him for what happened.

Everyone placed their bets, shot their shot, and the gamble didn’t always work out, but that doesn’t mean it was anyone’s fault. Luck of the draw didn’t work this time.

As they tucked into bed later that night, she curled up against him, a familiar motion after so many years, and the silence stretched to the breaking point. And then she began to speak, reminiscing on his childhood. They broke out into laughter even through their tears until the pain wasn’t so great. It would never go away, they knew that, but remembering that good times helped, until they could finally fall asleep.

#monkey d. garp #monkey d. garp x reader #one piece scenarios

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