Ikemen Vampire One-Shots/Scenarios

"No Shit Sherlock" {Arthur x Reader}

The sun shone through the windows, bathing the mansion in a warm glow, the breeze that accompanied the wonderful weather made it one of those absolutely perfect Spring days. Yet here I was, inside doing the dishes, I don't really mind though.

Unfortunately, I'm doing the dishes alone this afternoon. Sebastian would have helped me, but he had to go into town and buy groceries for tonight's dinner. The other residents were off doing their own thing, Napoleon and Issac were out in town teaching the children again, Mozart's locked himself in the music room as per usual.

Then there was my cheeky boyfriend Arthur, who has also holed himself up in his room, writing away at another one of his fantastic Holmes stories. Though, recently he's been acting strange, like he's planning something - which, knowing him, he is.

In an instant I shake off the thought, returning my focus on the pile off dishes in front of me that are waiting to be cleaned. I've done this chore so many times since arriving in the 19th century that I barely had to think while doing it.

The quiet atmosphere was calming since there was rarely a peaceful moment in the mansion when certain people lived here and the silence paired with the sounds of nature lead my mind to daydreaming, all my surroundings vanishing.

Unfortunately, since I was so caught up in my head, I failed to notice the man creeping up silently behind me until it was far too late.

"BOO!!"

"JESUS CHRIST!!!!" I screamed, whirling around and ready to hit whoever I needed to with the pan I was washing. Before I could wack anyone though a familiar laugh echoed throughout the room.

"It's just me luv!" Arthur laughed, pulling off some cheap looking mask he must've bought awhile ago. Lowering the pan I send the bluenette a glare, leaning back against the counter.

"God, don't do that Arthur! I could've seriously hurt you!" I sigh, tossing the frying pan back into the sink. Unsurprisingly, instead of apologizing, Arthur just continued to laugh.

"Are you scared of me by any chance dove?" He leaned in close, teasingly whispered in my ear as his lanky arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush into his chest. My eyes narrowed up at him before I turned in his arms to face the sink once more.

"Well no shit Sherlock! Of course I would be when you do something like that!" Although I tried to sound mad, I couldn't help chuckling.

I could never be mad at him for long.

When Arthur didn't laugh with me like he usually would when we played around like this, his hold on me tightening a fraction instead, I stopped doing everything. I began to rack my brain for a reason why this was the response given and by time I'd figured out what was wrong - what I'd said - it was way too late to take it back.

Looking back over my shoulder I began to apologize, "Arthur, I didn't-" but my voice died in my throat when his lips connected with mine, silencing the rest of my sentence. His large hands twisted my body around to face him, then slowly moving up from my waist and finding a spot on my cheeks.

After a minute we parted, Arthur's deep ocean eyes never leaving from my own.

"It's quite alright love, it doesn't bother me quite as much anymore..." Even though he was smiling his usual carefree smile his eyes revealed how he really felt. The sadness in them may be faint but it was still visible nonetheless if you knew what to look for.

"But..." I try, though Arthur places a slender finger to my lips, silencing me for a second time.

"But nothing! You've helped this old bloke grow into the man you see now. So trust me when I say that it's alright! Okay?" I sigh, leaning my forehead onto his chest and inhaling his comforting scent of coffee and ink. I can tell that he's being genuine despite the cheerful tone he's put on, so even if I still feel bad - I cannot dent the progress from the man I first met so long ago to him now.

We can both see it, clear as day.

Admitting that he's telling nothing but the truth, I nod slowly, accepting that he's already brushed off the whole thing and has left it in the dust.

"Alright... I love you."

Arthur chuckled, "I love you too, though I must admit, it was rather unpleasant to hear another man's name fall from those lips of yours..."

Suddenly, in one fell swoop, I was lifted up into his arms and carried off down the hall...

... and toward his room....

"Arthur! I still have the dishes to do!" I protest, lightly smacking his chest as he nudged the door open.

Kicking the door closed behind him, Arthur set me down on his bed and crawled over until he was hovering just above me, our noses barely brushing against one another.

"Oh-ho~ dishes can wait love! Right now... all I want is to hear you say my name instead~"