anything (kol mikaelson au)

Plot: You just failed the one class that you needed to graduate and Kol was coming over in less than an hour for your usual antics. You wash your face and clean up your messy ass apartment, giving him your brightest smile the moment he stepped inside. You pulled him in for a kiss, wanting nothing than to forget and go unnoticed. Of course, Kol noticed and demanded that you tell him what was wrong.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: panic attack, fluffy Kol

A/N: I love Kol Mikaelson and I haven’t written anything for him yet. Pls enjoy this lil fluff piece! Let me know what you think! (no gifs are mine!) (ps sorry if I explained the panic attacks in a really bad way, that’s how it feels for me)

Your apartment was finally clean. You took a shower, dressing in just panties and a t-shirt afterwards. You decide you need a glass of wine to relax a little before Kol comes over. You needed Kol tonight more than ever. You studied weeks for that stupid final and you still bombed it. How is it possible to practice something so religiously and still be terrible at it?

“Something worrying you, love?” Kol’s voice startles you, causing you to drop the glass in your hand. He, of course, managed to catch it before it hit the ground.

“Kol,” you whisper, plastering a smile on your face as he hands you the glass. “I’m fine, I just missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” he wraps his arms around you, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“I needed tonight to happen more than ever,” you lay soft kisses against his neck and place your wine glass on the countertop behind him.

“Is anything bothering you?” He proposes the question again and you shake your head, kissing his chin as he sighs.

“No, I’m–”

“Let me rephrase the question: what is bothering you? You’re tense and easily startled and–”

“Well that’s all part of being human, Kol,” you chuckle and lift your tired eyes to meet his. “Trivial matters.”

“Look. I know you and I have this sex agreement, but you’re my friend above all else. I care about you. So,” he pulls away and crosses his arms. “No sex-related actions until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“What?” You whimper, frustrated as all the emotions you’ve managed to bottle up are all about to unravel. “But that’s what helps me forget. I need it.”

“Trust me, love. I need it, too. But like I said–”

“So I’ll go to the bar and ask someone,” you bluff and Kol’s eyes grow dark at the thought of you with someone else.

“You will do no such thing!” Kol growls, slamming his fist on the marble countertop behind you. In all the time he’d known you, this is the first time you’d tried something like this. He can’t believe how much it hurts him to even imagine someone else’ s hands on you. “All you have to do is tell me–”

“But I don’t want–”

“Is it something that you’re willing to lose me over?”

“What?” Your eyes widen as Kol’s features soften, the pain and anger all over his face.

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“Are you so hell-bent on not telling me what’s hurting you that you would risk losing me?” He whispers, eyes not leaving your face as you look down and remain silent. The answer presenting itself in your silence. “Well then.”

Kol moves away, the heartbreak evident in both his voice and his face as he heads to the door.

“I’m not going to be able to graduate on time,” you speak, your voice barely a whisper as you fall to the ground, the realization of it all just hitting you.

For a second, you’re not sure he’s heard you. Nothing happens as your eyes grow wide in a panic, you lift your knees up and press them against your chest as your breathing becomes heavy.

“Y/N,” Kol whispers, lowering himself next to you.

You grow cold, hands clammy as you find it harder to breathe. You turn your head to look at him, and Kol nods slowly, recognizing your actions.

“I’m gonna lift you up and take you to the sofa, okay?” He whispers, gently lifting you as you feel tears run down your face. Your breath is coming out in shallow wisps as the pressure crushes your chest.

“Listen to my voice, okay?” Kol gently rubs your back, pushing your head between your knees to help you breathe. “I’m right here. Breathe with me, love. In, two three four. Out, six seven eight.”

He counted and rubbed your back until your breathing was back to normal and your face had regained some of its color.

“Kol,” you whisper, unable to look at him as you try to keep calm. “I’m not going to graduate on time. I studied my ass off this past week, I’ve barely gotten any rest and I still failed that stupid Biology exam.”

“What happened?” He whispers, leaning back and pulling you into his arms.

“I panicked,” you clench the material of his t-shirt as he rubs your back soothingly. “I knew everything going in, but the pressure of it all got the best of me. I don’t know.”

“Have you asked your professor if you can take the test in a different environment?” He brushes the stray hairs out of your face and you tilt your head up to look at him. “Some professors allow students extra time or a separate test area. I can talk to your professor and ask him for you? You can retake the test in a less stressful environment.”

“Y-you’d do that?” you whisper, eyes not able to leave Kol’s beautiful brown ones.

“You know I’d do anything for you, silly,” he chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours as his nose nuzzles yours. “We can stay like this for a while, and then I can make us some popcorn. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” you smile softly, placing your lips against his in a calming kiss as his free hand cups your face.

“Anything for you.”

Springtime Picnic

Originally posted by sherlockspoisonedcoffee

Gifs not mine
John x Reader

Originally posted by violincameos

E/C = eye colour

Y/N = your name

Y/L/N= your last name

“Stop being an ass, Sherlock.”

“What? Would you rather I lie?”

You rolled your eyes as your flatmates argued over the client who was previously sat in your living room of 221B Baker Street.

“John, you know how he is. We’ve had this conversation before, it’s giving me serious Deja vu.” you pointed out to your boyfriend, Doctor John Watson. “I wouldn’t waste your time. We need to get ready anyway, you even said so yourself.”

“You know you don’t really help, Y/N” declared John, as you winked at Sherlock who smiled back at you. “You’re meant to defend me, not him.”

“Ouch.” You put your hand up to your chest, feigning hurt.  “I’m gonna get changed anyway, I shouldn’t be long.”

John mockingly rolled his eyes, and began packing some food into a wicker basket.

You adjusted the collar of your leather jacket against the cold. although it was the first day of spring, it certainly didn’t feel like it. john noticed, and shrugged off his tan coloured jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“You’re going to f-freeze J-John!” you protest, your teeth chattering.

“Better me than you.” he shot back, adjusting his cardigan.

You shook your head. His protectiveness was going to get him killed one day.

You turned to look at him. He was fidgeting, which was very unusual. You, being you, began to worry instantly.

“John, is everything ok?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m ok, why?”

“You’re fidgeting.”

“I’m just thinking, don’t worry about it.”

But you did. You tried your best not to think about it, but it kept cropping up at the most random moments. Little did you know, you were in for a shock.

“Mmm, these sandwiches are sooo good!” You polished off your fifth sandwich, and reached for the glass of Prosecco John had poured for you. “This is literally the best date I’ve been on!”

“We’re not finished yet.” john drank the last of his drink, and put his hands in his jeans pockets. He fished out a matchbox sized case, covered in navy blue velvet. He got down on one knee, and looked you in your E/C eyes.

“Y/N Y/L/N, as you know, we have been in a relationship for two years now.”

You felt your eyes tearing up. Could this really be happening?

“Granted, we have our moments, and we do need space sometimes, but we are strong together. You make me smile, you keep me sane, you are the prettiest and most lively woman I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, because I love you Y/N. So, Y/N, if you’ll have me, will you be my wife and partner in solving crime?”

You were bawling by this point, and there was a large crowd around your picnic blanket. You practically flew into John’s arms, and managed a shaky “Yes!”

Applause rippled through the park as John slipped the small, silver band onto your finger, and you couldn’t have been happier.




How do you get her to leave?

Does your pearl always walk next to you?

You are so patient with her. How do you do it?

Do keep up, pearl.