Robin X Reader - Blog Posts
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Straw Hat x !GNReader, platonic, can be interpreted as romantic, comfort fic, angst, fluff, crack, straw hat shenanigans, the crew is very protective of you
Summary: Experiencing a vivid panic attack, you clumsily avoid the crew.
A/N: This is the re-made version of Anxiety, and I cannot BELIEVE how much my writing has changed since the original. Also, there's no Jinbei in here—I apologize, I'm not that far yet 💔
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Warning! Anxiety/Panic Attacks written in detail + Orthostatic Hypotension.
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Mindlessly walking the deck of the Thousand Sunny, you used the rail for balance. With blurred vision, you helplessly caught your breath, gripping the rail like a lifeline as it cut edges into your palm.
Blood didn’t draw, but it pooled at your feet as you sluggishly walked down the stairs.
The moon hung high, and it was nearing 11:00 as the crew kept to themselves and their duties, relaxing in the galley or their designated spots.
The Sunny traveled at night, meaning everyone had to be alert. Shifts were taken and naps were often, though you were left to your senses.
Feeling everything—but nothing at once.
Your nervous system couldn’t tell the difference between being held at gunpoint to the peaceful company of your crew.
It could never make up its mind, and it left you cautious of those around you. Especially Zoro, who you avoided as he rested by the mast.
You carefully, as quietly as you could, stepped down the stairs, faintly making out his form through the dark. His arms were crossed over his lap, protecting his swords even in peace, soundly asleep.
Or so you thought.
Stepping down the last step, your breath hitched.
crk—
A sharp pain ran up your side, making you stagger to grab the rail, fighting yourself as you fought the raw ache in your chest.
You squeezed your shirt, temporarily kneeling, and you knew you had given yourself away. Quickly, you looked up to watch the swordsman—but it was too late.
Zoro didn’t move; he was as silent as a ghost, no longer snoring.
Fuck. Great—he’s awake.
Embarrassed, you fled inside, unaware of the eye that cracked open to watch you. The door swiftly shut, and Zoro sighed, leaning up, muttering something soft under his breath. “Idiot . . .”
You hurried down the hall, passing the kitchen as you ignored soft-talk; limbs burning in protest, with a hand muffling your breath, but you pushed on.
You couldn’t let them see you like this. It wasn’t fair. They hadn’t done anything—it was just you.
It was your problem.
“Your tea, Robin.” Sanji swooned, probably spinning around the table by now. “Ah, thank you,” she smiled, taking the cup. “Hey, where’s my tea?” Usopp grumbled, tinkering with his gadget
“You’ll get in a second.” Sanji replied, then casually, “Chopper, yours.” “Hey—rude! I’m right here, you know!”
You held the wall, slowing down, keeping quiet. But it was damn near impossible to.
“Sanji, I’m hungry!” “I just made you something!” “And since when has that ever worked? He’s an endless pit, bro.”
Suddenly, your hand grazed a painting, and you froze.
“Sooo... about that meat, Sanji?” “Get out of my kitchen!”
“Shh—wait,” Chopper muttered, “did you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?”
With your heart racing, you slipped into the infirmary, going unnoticed. Footsteps came from the galley, and you knew you had to act fast. Tears covered your vision, though a shortcut to the aquarium bar sparked your movement.
You shifted to the hall, exiting from Chopper’s side door—but a familiar hum filled the corridor. Flinching back, you realized it was Brook.
Shit. Shit—Shit.
Impulsively, you left in the opposite direction with your back facing the skeleton. Your shoulders were hunched, and you quietly cried into the palm of your hand.
“Oh, ____! I thought I heard you!” Brook piped, then paused, watching you stumble into the tank room. “Oh, there they go—“
Crashing into the couch, you gasped for air, holding your chest. Dammnit. You couldn’t do this. Too much.
Way, too much.
You loved them with all your heart, and every single of your being—but fuck. There was too much action. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you could barely breathe.
A struggled noise escaped you, and you curled into the couch’s armrest. Your limbs ached, tingling as they grew weak, and you muffled a sob, sharply drawing in.
The quiet surrounded you, suffocating you only for a moment, before you realized the room’s lights were on.
Someone else was in here.
“____?” Nami asked, peeking over the couch. “Oh my god, hey,” she worriedly came to meet you, but you’d already bolted up.
“I’m okay,” you rasped, using the wall for leverage. “I’m fine,” you repeated, wiping your eyes.
“Hey—hey, wait,” only getting so far, voices sounded from the door you reached.
You flinched, stepping back—bumping into Nami—you were lost. You didn’t know what to do.
“I knew I heard someone, I figured it was—“
Someone touched your shoulder, and you flinched, covering your ears. You searched for an exit, looking through tears, but there was nothing.
There was so much happening at once.
“___, hey—hold on.”
Voices. Muffled voices, in blurs shapes—you could barely make out what was in front of you. You stepped back, bumping into something, and you couldn’t tell what happened after that.
Your eyes shut.
“Yohoho, there you are!” “I told you they were in here!” “No, you didn’t, you said they were—“
“Oh—You guys, hold on—“
“Stop talking!”
For a moment, you looked for some way out, and a peaceful, single storage closet called to you. You didn’t even hesitate. You bolted.
The door slammed shut, and you crashed into whatever was inside.
Silence shrouded, and objects poked at you. Your head felt like it was going to explode.
With your heart pounding and anxiety raging, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t feel. Only the burning of your nerves, to the shaking in your limbs, was overwhelming.
In the dark, static blurred with reality, and tears covered them all. You felt like it was the end of the world, with everything folding in on you at once.
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Outside the closet, a room of confused and worried crew members stood still.
“Shh!” Nami hushed, silencing the group. “Be quiet.”
“Sorry!” Chopper whispered, covering his mouth, side-kicking Usopp, who winced.
“Are they okay?” Luffy asked.
“What do you think?” Sanji spoke, physically tensing as the cyborg strolled in. “Yoh! What’s the big—“ A giant hand slapped over Franky’s face, and he nodded, immediately getting the memo.
Robin’s hand disappeared, flurrying into petals, and Zoro silently followed in.
Everyone shared a look, checking the closet, and an understanding passed through. The moment seemed to slow.
Luffy slipped by Nami, sitting beside the door to listen to your panicked breaths. His hat covered his face, and his fist clenched over his knee.
You’d think he was angry, but right now? It was the complete opposite. He was torn.
Another moment passed before Sanji spoke quietly. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Nami muttered, “They burst in here, trying to be alone, I think I scared them.” A hand rubbed over her chest, and her eyes softened.
“She was already startled,” Robin murmured, taking a seat on the couch. “I believe it’s a panic attack.”
“Yeah,” Chopper mumbled, lowering himself beside her. The doctor looked to the closet, wishing he were in there with you.
It wasn’t fair that you were alone.
“I wish I’d noticed sooner,” he added quietly,
“You couldn’t have done anything,” Zoro said, leaning against a table, “they were hiding. I saw them sneaking around the deck.”
“Sneaking?” Brook blurted, a little too loudly. The skeleton quickly covered his mouth, ducking to avoid Robin’s hand that sprouted from the wall. He placed a bony hand over his heart, thinking back to earlier, when you’d avoided him.
Realization set in, and he sighed.
“Oh—____, no one deserves to be alone when experiencing something so hard.”
Sanji hummed, his expression growing grim. He leaned against the wall, opposite of Zoro, bringing a cigarette to his lips.
No. No one did. Especially you.
“They were fine earlier,” Usopp whispered, pausing. He looked at his hands, closing them into fists. “I swear, I saw them not even 30 minutes ago, they helped me find a piece for something.”
“They come on fast,” Chopper responded, sniffling. He rubbed his nose, leaning against Robin. “It’s hard to control them when they do, I just... I don’t think they wanted us to see them like this.”
“They avoided me like the plague.” Zoro tsked, crossing his arms. “It’s probably a lot more than that.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Luffy said firmly,
“They’re a part of this crew—they’re ours. They don’t get to go through this alone, not when we’re here.”
A gentle pause, and the heavy breathing finally stopped. Everyone listened, but only to silence. Nami let out a breath, looking at Robin.
Already acting, the archeologist crossed her arms, muttering a soft; Un Fluer,” and a single hand sprouted from inside the closet.
It gently reached your leg, grounding you with single taps.
You sniffled, blinking through tears, and you hesitated. Through the dark, you saw her hand, and you didn’t know why you froze. Your throat tightened, as if this simple gesture were a grand speech.
Outside, Robin was determined. Her eyes had a focused gentleness to them, and she wouldn’t let this go. She closed her eyes, making her hand reach yours.
It was the gentlest push, but it was needed, and your hand squeezed hers, signaling you were okay.
Robin smiled, reciprocating the gesture. “They’re coming out of it, just give them some time.”
“Fine by me,” Zoro grumbles, taking a seat. “I’ll sit here all night if I have to.”
“For once, I agree with you,” Sanji sighed, blowing out his cigarette. He leaned against the tank, quietly watching the reflection of the glass.
“Uh-huh,” Franky agreed, “we’re super patient, kiddo, take all the time you need.” he plopped down, creating a loud thump, and Nami shook her head at Usopp.
They shared a look, checking the closet.
Clunk
Something fell from inside, as if you were moving, and the crew acted casual. They lounged, creating a soft tension that left it easy to breathe. They made sure not to make you feel small or crowded, even if they were secretly watching.
Another object fell, thumping softly, and a weak “ow” echoed.
Usopp cracked a smile, and so did Luffy. The captain leaned on his left knee, peeking at the door that cracked weakly open.
“Shishi, there you are.” he smiled, “We were worried about‘cha.”
You wiped your eyes, managing a smile, though it wasn’t convincing. It was weak, just a tip of the lips, but it was there.
Papers littered where you sat, with bent boxes and random trinkets—you slowly stretched your legs, leaning against the doorframe.
“Yeah, sorry about the shelves.” You mumbled, looking behind you.
“It’s fine,” Robin assured, as calm as ever. “We didn’t need it anyway. It was just free storage.”
“Yeah,” Franky mentioned, “I was gonna turn that into room space, but you just did the demolition for me.” he laughed, eliciting a few smiles throughout the room.
“I’m just glad you’re not hurt! I heard the crash from upstairs.”
“As did I, you startled us ___.” Brook started, crossing his legs. “Yohoho—it looked rather painful, seeing you so lost.”
“Yeah, it was, I’m sorry you have to go through that.” Usopp said, rubbing the back of his neck, “You don’t have to hide that, though.
“You know we’re here.”
“Mm,” Sanji agreed, “We’re everywhere, whenever you need. Always.”
You nodded, looking at your feet. “Thank you, that... means a lot.”
“I’m sure it does,” Nami hugged her sides, checking the clock. Not out of urgency, but as a reminder. That you, right here, right now—we’re struggling.
12:05am…
This late. And you still tried to hide it.
She was frustrated—not at you, but herself. She’d been the one to startle you further, and that guilt lingered.
Nami—just like everyone else thought, knew this wasn’t fair. Because you were safe: with them, not with whoever made you feel the need to act this way.
To hide, bury your feelings—tune it out till it all boils over, leaving you overwhelmed. Bittersweetly, she smiled.
You reminded her a lot of herself.
“And you’re welcome, but you shouldn’t feel the need to thank us.” “It’s not out of obligation,” she added.
“It never is.”
“We want to be there for you, even if you think something like this is ‘small,’ it’s not. Everything matters, and if you already know it, I, and everyone else, are going to remind you, over and over again—you matter.” Nami walked forward, standing close.
“It doesn’t matter what it is, just tell us. Tell someone. You don’t deserve to suffer alone.”
Luffy stretched, internally relieved—because in his own words, he would’ve said the same thing.
Just . . . Not as Nami-ish.
However, he still had something on his mind, and it was killing his patience to ask you. Luffy nudged your foot with his own, bumping it again as if he were thinking.
“Is that why you hide?” he asked, casually.
“'Cause you're scared?”
Pulling a leg close, you shrugged, knocking his foot back.
“Sometimes,” you admit. “Sometimes it’s like that, when I don’t know what you’ll say, or how you’ll react. Or, I just don’t really know. It just... happens, and I freeze up. I can’t think, and I can’t talk, and I don’t know what to do with myself other than hide.”
A short pause.
“It feels safer that way.”
Luffy hummed, bumping your foot again.
“It shouldn’t,” he muttered, almost grumbling. “We’re just as safe as some stupid storage closet. And you shouldn’t worry about that, we’d never hurt you.”
Weakly, you nodded. You couldn’t stop your tears, but you didn’t know if you wanted to. You hadn’t let yourself cry like this in a long time, not with people who cared for you now.
“I know you’re safer than some storage closet, Luffy.” You chuckled, sniffling. “It’s not that I think you’re not, it just... It’s different.”
“I know it is,” he shifted forward, placing his straw hat on your head. “Just come to one of us next time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding. Nami rubbed your shoulder, and Luffy slowly stood up.
He offered you his hand, as a choice, and you took it. With little warning, he pulled you up, and almost instantly, dizziness washed over you.
You didn’t have enough time to even think.
“Oh—Luffy, be careful—“ Chopper warned. But it was too late.
Static spread up your body, crawling into your vision—and as stable as you came, it suddenly disappeared. You went limp, ears blaring as both knees gave out underneath you.
“Oi—____!” Luffy quickly caught you, eyes wide as he held you to his chest. In a matter of seconds, the room erupted.
“Idiot! You can’t just pull them up that fast! Their body needs to readjust!”
“Readjust? What does that mean?!”
“He means acclimatize, Luffy,” Robin sighed, watching your head loll gently against his shoulder. Her eyes softened, “They just can’t seem to get a break, they?”
“No, apparently they cannot,” Usopp sighed, his head dropping.
“So what—they just passed out?” Zoro ignored, walking over. “Are they okay?”
“Yes, and no, I mean—technically?”
“Chopper.”
“It was a drop in blood pressure! Orthostatic Hypotension, they had a lot of things to contribute to it, anxiety, dehydration—standing up too fast,” Chopper listed, coming beside you.
“When that happens, their brain and heart don’t have enough blood or oxygen to properly function,” he finished, gently taking your vitals.
“I understood none of that.” Franky blurted.
“Exactly, that’s why I’m the doctor.” “Ok, lil’ bro.”
“They just passed out, they’re only unconscious,” he continued, pausing. Worriedly, his eyebrows scrunched.
“Oh, that’s not good, that’s really low.”
“Low? What’s low? Are they dying?!” Usopp panicked. “Yohoho, my heart can’t take this—“
“No, you idiots! They aren’t dying, quit it!” Nami snapped.
“They just passed out, like Chopper said. Just give it a second.” Robin assured.
“Yeah, well, I hate waiting,” Franky muttered, standing above Luffy. With his hands on his hips, he watched you protectively, just like the crew did.
If he ever found out who’d done you harm, to this extent? Bringing your anxiety to an all-time high? They wouldn’t walk another painless day. If at all.
“Sanji, can you get them some water? They’ll need something light to eat too, for when they wake up.” “Already on it.”
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Blearily, you stirred to panicked voices.
Luffy’s hat had tipped to the side, shielding your vision, while Chopper tracked your pulse, and Zoro broodingly hovered . . .
You wondered how long you’d been out, but you’d been too tired to move—or signal that you were alive.
“God, there you are.” Sanji sighed, placing a hand to his heart. “You’re just all over the place.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Chopper muttered, “How are you feeling?”
You blinked, slowly, very slowly—almost grogily. “Did I j’s pass out?”
“Yeah, you did.” Nami deadpanned, gently adjusting Luffy’s hat. She looked at the captain, glaring. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“I won’t,” Luffy chuckled, “sorry, ____.”
“It’s fine,” you muttered, shakily leaning up. Your balance didn’t last, and Luffy let you rest against him. “Ugh, I think I got hit by a ship.”
“No, you got hit by a Luffy.” Usopp corrected, letting Sanji slip by with some water. “Here, this’ll make you feel better. There are some electrolytes in there, so it’s sweet.” He soothed.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Luffy grumbled, but Franky was quick to interrupt. “Oh, it was that bad. They folded like a chair.”
“I did not.” You mumbled, though it was completely ignored.
“How was I supposed to know they’d do that?” Luffy huffed, his arms tightening around you.
“Yohoho, because.” Brook shrugged. “Because—?”
“Ok, on a serious note!” Chopper finished, bringing their attention back to you. “Your blood pressure is low, you’re dehydrated, and you need rest. So don’t even think about doing anything strenuous.”
You nodded, but went to say something—
“And no. I’m not sure about training tomorrow, we’ll see how you feel.” “Seriously?”
“You just passed out, moron.” Zoro’s eye twitched. “Give yourself a break.”
“You’re one to talk.” “Oi—watch it.”
“They’ve got a point, Zoro, I don’t know how many times I’ve seen Chopper chase you around.” Usopp plopped a seat beside you.
“Haha—remember when he bandaged him to the mast?”
Here we go . . .
“Don’t turn this on me!”
Leaning against Luffy’s side, you listened to the crew’s banter, relaxing. Everyone had made themselves a comfortable spot, lingering close, and your eyes began to droop.
“It was a good waste of bandages, I’d do it again.” Chopper proudly smiled, crossing his arms as he finally let your wrist go. “Shishi—he looked like Sanji’s pork wraps!”
“I did not!” Zoro blushed, scoffing as he turned away. “I’m leaving you to drown next time you fall overboard.”
“No, you won’t!” “Oh, yes, the hell I will!”
Luffy’s hat fell in your lap, and slowly... your eyes closed. The light-hearted arguing acted as a white noise, and as insane as it sounded, the loudness was comforting.
Yet again, everyone’s voices blurred, but this time it was by sleep, not by the torment of your anxiety. Your body, for once, relaxed, and almost instantly, you were at peace.
In the arms of your captain, and the company of your crew, you could finally rest. It would be okay, and in a matter of no-time, your energy would return.
It wasn't everlasting, only temporarily in the depths of your episode, and you had to remember that it would pass. And I would be okay.
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