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How one piece DILF react to Y/N having a panic attack

y/n has she/her pronouns in this story

trigger warning: detailed description's of the feeling of a panic attack, mentions of a panic disorder and overstimulation(not like that u pervs) noise sensitivity

the dilfs in question: Marco(he totally counts as a dilf) Katakuri(he also counts) Shanks(the only one I don't have to justify)

Base Story

You have always been prone to panic attacks. Not that it was an everyday thing. Some days you have nerves of steel. You don't even flinch at the sound of cannons or when a crew member touches you out of the blue. On bad days you start to spiral just from the drop of a cup or the sound of someone stomping down the hall. Today was a bad day.

You do your absolute best to go with the flow of the day as well as do your duties. But it all became too much. Your hands had been shacky all day but you could tell it was getting worse. You started fumbling more and more. You knew that you couldn't fend off the looming brake down so you set down what you were doing. You knew you needed to make it back to your room before it got worse. You were a pirate so having a panic attack out in the open was a no-go.

You began to pick your way through the ship. You flicked your inner wrist as you walked(at least you hoped you were walking and not running) to your room. The gentle pain kept you grounded, it helped you block out the panic just a bit longer.

As you rushed you didn't spot one of your crew members. You clipped them with your shoulder in your hurry. You didn't have the time to see who it was, you were also pretty sure your mask would completely shatter if you as much as made eye contact with someone. “so Sorry!” you called out to whoever it was. You hoped your voice didn't give away how close to breaking you were.

Once you finally made it to your room and the door was shut behind you, your mask shattered. You let your body hit the floor as you sobbed. Everything was just too much you curled up into a ball and tried to get your breathing under control.

🍍 Marco 🍍

Marco froze seeing y/n rushing down the hall. He was about to ask if she was alright when she ran into him. The glance he got at her eyes told him she was not ok. Her normally calm (e/c) were frantic and glacie. What the hell had happened?

“so sorry!” she squeaked, her voice was just as frantic as her eyes. Now he was sure she was not ok.

Marco stood still debating on whether hed follow her and find out what was wrong, or trace back her steps and see who’s ass he had to kick. (y/n) was a sweet and calm women who he certainly had a soft spot fore. Not that he would admit it. If he was perticuly drunk it took all his will power not to go tell the girl just how much of his mind she took up. Some times he wondered what had dragged such a good girl into a life of piracy.

Marco turnd and rushed to fallow her. The ass kicking could wait, first (Y/n) needed to be calmed down. He lost site of her but figured she was probably headed to her room so rushed that way.

Marco stood at (Y/n)’s door he knocked on the door gently, he didnt want to upset her more.

“Whats up?” (y/n)’s voice was almost convincing, but marco could here the slight quiver.

“(y/n) can i come in? I saw you rushing down here and i just want to check in on you?” marco spoke in a gentle and cleary voice. He knew barging in to her room would only make her situation worse.

“I…” she cut herself off with ragged panicked breaths, it took her a while to regain her composure, “Ok… I'm sorry.”

Marco gently opened the door, his heart broke seeing the poor girl in such a panicked state. She was sitting on the floor with her back pressed to her bed, she had puffy and red eyes, clearly shed been crying. Marco stepped in closing the door shut behind him. He walked up the mess of a (h/c) and sat down in front of her, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong, or do you just want a shoulder to cry on?” Marco’s voice was soft and soothing, he wanted to pull her into his lap and just hold her til she calmed down but he wasn't sure if that would help her or not.

“Bad,” her breathing was so frantic that she couldn't even properly form sentences, “Bad, I'm just not having a go-od day.” she was trying so hard to cover up just how bad of a state she was in. she was not doing a good job at it.

Marco looked into her eyes before scooping the girl up in his arms. He knew she needed something to ground her, looking at her right now he could tell she was in the middle of a panic attack. He stood up and sat the two of them down on her bed, “Ok hun, I've got you.” he whispered holding her in a firm but gentle grasp, running a hand up and down her back, “you don’t have to force your self to talk, let's just focus on getting your breathing to a normal pace.”

Marco was relieved when she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. She nodded her head and then let out another wave of sobs. She was shaking in his arms and clung to him for dear life.

Minutes passed of the two of them just sitting. Marco could hear her softly mumbling, “In 1,2,3, out 1,2,3” her breathing started to mimic her counting. Slowly (y/n) relaxed, she almost seemed to melt. Marco waited for her to talk, he knew if he waited she would eventually give him a better explanation for this panic attack.

“Thank you,” (y/n) softly spoke leaning back, “I'm sorry if I scared you.” she crossed her arms and looked anywhere but at Marco.

Marco sighed, she was apologizing. He turned her head to look at him and gazed into her watery pools of (e/c). Why did she feel the need to apologize to him? He pressed his forehead to hers, “you don't need to thank me for this. I'm a commander it's part of my job to make sure my crew is ok.” he paused for a moment before adding, “Especially if it's you.” his voice barely audible.

“What does that mean?” (y/n)’s looked to Marco confused. Her eyes were still puffy and red.

“It means that,” Marco chuckled, “if you ever need help, or are feeling like this, then don't hesitate to come find me.” Marco wanted to place a kiss on her forehead but wasn't sure if that would push the situation over a breaking point, one where he couldn't leave this room still just being her friend, “so think you can tell me what happened?” he redacted his mind to the ass-kicking he was sure he'd be handing out soon.

(y/n) flushed, Marco wasn't sure if it was from his words or if she was embarrassed about why she had gotten so upset, “ I'm Prone to panic attacks,” she moved to get up and off of Marcos's lap, “Usually I can keep it together till I get to my room but today wasn't a good day.” as the girl made it to her feet she looked back at Marco with a sheepish smile, “It's ok really.”

“No, it's not.” Marco stood up and pulled (y/n) back into his arms, “Why didn't you tell me sooner I could have helped.”

“It's fine,” (y/n) did not fight the hug, she mumbled into his chest, “I'm fine,” Marco couldn't tell if she was saying it to herself or him.

“No, it's not.” Marco said more firmly, “I'm here for you, (y/n) you don’t have to suffer alone anymore, please let me help you when things like this happen,” Marco pulled back and kissed her forehead, “please,” he whispered.

“Ok,” Marco almost didn't hear her soft response. He certainly did silently feel her relax into him.

🍬 Katakuri 🍬

Katakuri was surprised to feel someone run into him. He was almost impossible to miss seeing as he is almost 17 feet tall, and he has such a menacing ora. Who in their right mind would run into him? He glanced over to this person who was either blind, dumb, or looking for a fight only to hear a panicked, “So, sorry.” and catch a glance of (y/n) rushing off.

Katakuri was surprised when it was (y/n) of all people who had shoulder checked his calf. (y/n) was a well-mannered woman. He didn't know the girl well however he had quite some respect for her. The woman had never once looked at him with fear in her eyes before and was fairly close friends with Brulee. He sighed and guessed he might as well go see what is wrong with his sister's friend.

He used his observation haki to see where she had run to. He was taken aback by the image he saw. The polite but confident woman had tucked herself away in a closet and was sobbing her eyes out. Usually, he avoided using his haki to feel what others were feeling but the sheer amount of panic she was radiating was overwhelming, his haki picked it up without him even trying. It took him more effort than he wanted to admit to stop his heart from racing.

Katakuri rushed tword the closet (y/n) had locked herself in. he may not know her well but the way Brulee talked about her made him certain that he couldn't just let her be. He stood in front of the closet hearing the muffled sounds of the women. Yet again his haki took over and he could feel her panic, he wanted to rush in and comfort her if just to stop the panic that was flowing off of her in waves.

Katakuri wasn’t thinking clearly, the woman's panic had fogged his mind. Katakuri opened the closet and crouched down to be less imposing to the frantic girl. He was hit with a potent wave of panic stronger than before. He had messed up, she was now in a worse state, “Sorry,” he tried to be soothing, “I wanted to see if you were ok.”

“Oh,” the girl squeaked, “I'm sorry.” she looked rather pathetic as she tried to give him a smile, “just need some time to-to, um,” her breathing went ragged and interrupted the excuse she was about to give him. She scrunched her eyes closed and it seemed as if she was just trying to get her breathing under control.

Katakuri watched the girl for a moment before pulling her into his lap and hugging her to his chest. She was so small in his hands, it almost felt like he was soothing a child. He gently rubbed her back. At first, the girl was stiff and her panic increased but slowly she relaxed and gave into the hug.

Katakuri hated to admit it to himself but he enjoyed the feeling of holding the woman. He liked the way she clung to him. He liked the warmth of her skin on his. More than all that he liked the fact that she was just so vonrubole at the moment.

After a long time of (y/n) calmly barring her face in his chest katakuri spoke, “What happened?” his thumb never stopped rubbing her back.

The woman sheepishly looked up at him, “it was just a panic attack,” she bit her bottom lip before continuing, “Nothing you have to worry about sweet commander sir.”

Katakuri darkly chuckled, “I put together it was a panic attack,” he glared down at the women in his arms, “but what caused it?”

She fidgeted with her sleeve cuffs be for she spoke again, her eyes looked only at her hands, “I'm prone to panic attacks, sometimes the noise of life just gets to be too much and I just,” she closed her eyes, cheeks red, and took a deep breath, “I just lose it. I'm sorry sir.”

Katakuri was not expecting that “so you deal with this regularly?” he did his best to sound neutral. The more of this venerable side he saw the more he wanted to protect her, it was like finding a shivering kitten on the side of the road, she was just adorable.

“Yes.” she gave him a reassuring smile, “but I'm used to it and usually i just step out and have my little brake down and get on with the day.”

She was trying to downplay how awful this was for her, Katakuri was sure of it. The man had been overwhelmed by just the taste of her panic and she dealt with this regularly. What kinda woman was she really? The woman he had known up to this point was well put together, polite-no she was kind, well spoken and confident. Was that persona just a mask?

“Your good friends with Brulee right?” Katakuri asked.

The girl only nodded.

“That makes you a friend of mine too,” Katakuri brushed her hair out of her eyes, “so you dont have to hide this from me.”

The girl looked up to him confused. She opened her mouth to say something but Katakuri cut her off, “When your not ok and i'm here tell me. Have you talked to Brulee about this? She’s the kinda woman that wouldn't mind helping you.”

“She knows,” the woman’s voice was soft not much louder than a whisper, “but it's not her responsibility to babysit me, and it's not yours.”

Katakuri picked the woman up and brought her to his eye level. “As a member of the big mom pirates that makes you a member of the family, it's our job to take care of each other since we are family.” he glared into her eyes just daring her to try to disagree.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

Katakuri set her down before standing up and saying, “you don't have to call me sir, we're friends so call me Katakuri.”

“Thank you Katakuri,” (y/n) gave the man a genuine smile.

Katakuri chuckled, “Don't mention it (y/n).”

🍺Shanks🍺

The moment shanks heard her squeaked apology he knew what was happening, she was in a full-swing panic attack. (y/n) had been on the crew a year now and he had seen her fall apart like this more than a handful of times. He was surprised that she didn't come straight to him, but then again that was how she was. She didn't like the thought of as she would put it, “troubling him over nothing,” shanks shook his head and sighed looked like his true love(his booze) would have to wait.

Shanks considered heading straight after the panic pron woman but figured she would calm down more quickly with something to munch on so he headed to the kitchen instead. It always left him reeling that just some noise could do this to her. He'd seen her fight men 4 times her size like it was nothing. The woman tamed wild beasts without an ounce of fear or conquerors haki. Hell, he’d seen her smile welling holding a giant growling dog in her lap, all well calling it just a little angry baby. did he mention the fact that the dog was the size of a dam lion and gave the rest of his crew a bit of a lashing(he still doesn't get how she didn't get bit for that one). (y/n) was a terrifyingly capable woman.

Shanks walked into the kitchen with a shigh.

“Run out of booze already captain?” lucky roux asked.

“Danm I wish that's why I was in here,” shanks gave his cook a serious look, “(y/n) having a panic attack can you fix me up a sandwich for her? Or maby something chocolate?”

Lucky roux quirked a brow before shaking his head, “I’ll make her a quick sandwich, don't think she got breakfast.” he hummed as he began to make the red-haired pirates’ little panic-prone girly a sandwich. Watching Lucky Roux make anything was interesting(even just a simple sandwich). The cook moved with such precise speed, his hands a blur as he worked. Shanks had tried to work at the same speed as lucky roux and he always ended up with a messy pile of ingredients that only looked like a sandwich if you squinted really hard at it. By the time lucky roux was done talking the sandwich was ready, “ take good care of our little beast tamer.” The chef said as he handed the sandwich to his captain, concern in his voice.

“Gosh you make it sound like I wouldn’t,” shanks smirked and snatched the sandwich, “I'm not some heartless monster.”

Lucky Roux rolled his eyes, “I'm sure you’re not heartless, but you're certainly a monster captain.”

Shanks stuck his tongue out at his cook as he stepped out of the kitchen and headed towards (y/n)’s room. He closed his eyes a moment and huffed. He would never tell (y/n) this but seeing her like this always made him feel helpless. He could beat almost anyone in a fight but he could do almost nothing to stop her from having these panic attacks. He hated to see her suffer and not be able to do much about it. He honestly wished he could just take all her panic on himself.

Shanks stood in front of (y/n)’s door. He listened for a moment to see if he could hear her, he was relieved to find he couldn't. He hoped that for her sake the worst had passed. He used the back of his hand to gently knock on her door, “Hay they're beautiful, I brought you a sandwich and wanted to see how you're doing. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” a lightly hoarse voice called through the door, “you can comb in.” her sentence was punctuated with a small sniffle.

Shanks slowly opened the door. He spotted the girl he was looking for sitting on her bed. She was wrapped up in her big fluffy comforter, the only thing poking out from the blanket's cover was her face. Her eyes were red and her flushed cheeks had little glossy trails where tears had been flowing. His heart caught in his chest, sure he'd seen her like this quite a few times but it always hit him hard. Sure she was a capable woman, and he knew she could take care of herself, but dam it she was cute and cuddly and he wanted nothing more than to protect her.

“Sorry, it was a bad day.” (y/n) pulled the blanket over her face, only making it harder not to find the woman adorable, “I just needed to get some quiet time.”

Shanks sat down at the foot of her bed holding out the sandwich for her, “How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to be sorry about this.”

She peeked out from her blanket before reaching out a shaky hand to grab the sandwich, “thank you,” she said as she looked up at him through her lashes. She nibbled at the sandwich.

Shanks watched her for a moment before opening his arm so she could get a hug if she wanted. He smiled softly at her and waited.

The woman crawled out of her blanket and hugged him, she buried her face in his chest. She abandoned her half-eaten sandwich on her pillow, she'd deal with the crumbs when she felt better.

Shanks ran his hand up and down her back just taking in the moment. He always liked when the beast tamer was cuddly like this. She was not a very touchy person and didn't like the feeling of being touched out of the blue but, once in a while, she would just let him hold her. Shanks knew the woman loved to be held. If it was on her terms then she adored the feeling of being in someone's arms. Shanks could tell by the way she seemed to just melt when she hugged him or any other member of the crew.

“Your too nice to me captain,” (y/n) hummed into Shanks’ chest, “thank you for putting up with my bull shit.”

Shanks rolled his eyes, “well the deal is I always come to your rescue, and you're the designated driver.” he gave her a gentle squeeze, “I think it's a fair trade.”

(y/n) looked up at her captain and giggled, “is Beckmen in on this deal?”

“I'm the captain he’s in on it if I say he is.” shanks smirked, before peppering her face with some kisses, “Plus I think he likes you enuff that he wouldn't mind.”

(y/n) began to giggle barring her face back into his chest, “Captin!”

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