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The Devil’s Masquerade

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Word Count: 2,965

Summary: You didn’t even want to go to the Holiday ball in the first place but turns out you never really had a choice.

Author’s Note: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! 🥰My gift is for my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and my dialogue prompt was: “oh hey, mistletoe” (which I changed only slightly), and my festive device was ‘Christmas Party.” And my babe was Mr. Andy Barber. I hope you enjoy this my sweet friend. The Mafia/Vampire/Soft!dark themes are subtle but I do hope it all comes together. I was so happy to write this for you! Love you so❤️ Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️ DIvider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics Thank you love!💕 And the edit below is one of my faves done by my lovely friend Nix.

Warnings: light soft!dark maybe implying stalking, vampire induced haze bc you know they do that lol, maybe implied smut, mafia themes- anything I missed let me know :)

EDIT IS NOT MINE: My friend Nix made this edit and I love it to the moon and bag! Thank you beauty! 💕

“Do I really have to go to this party?”

Your friend and coworker, Nat, turns your way, her eyes narrowing. “Yes and it’s really more like a Holiday ball!”

“Who hosts a ball on a Friday night?” you ask with a frown. “I’m tired!”

“Oh stop,” Nat says, waving you off. “We bought that gorgeous dress last week and you’re going to look amazing and have the best time!”

“We don’t even know him! He never comes to the office and we only hear whisperings about him. I bet he doesn’t even show up to his own party!” you state.

“Complain all you want babe. You’re going because I’m going and you can’t leave me alone!” she says, her face full of determination.

“Fineeee,” you draw out with a sigh. “But when you find me asleep with my champagne it’ll be your fault!”

You’re just touching up your make up when you get the notification the car is here to pick you up. In a flurry of flowy fabric and rushed footsteps you make your way down the steps of your apartment and onto the street.

“I can’t believe they sent cars to drive everyone,” you say on an exhale when you slide into the backseat next to Nat.

“I know!” she squeals. “So fancy!”

When you arrive at the estate you’re momentarily rendered speechless. The wrought iron gates are intricately designed and swing open with ease to allow the car to drive up the winding gravel road. The house looms in the distance, sitting atop a hill, framed by large evergreen trees that are all decorated for the Holidays.

“Wow,” Nat says quietly.

“Wow is right,” you agree, never taking your eyes off the scene before you.

“I mean he is the owner of the company so…,” Nat muses.

“He would be rich, right?” you finish.

She nods, her eyes wide.

The driver gets out and opens the door, taking your hand to help you out. You look around, trying to take in all the elegance that surrounds you. The house has an old world feel with towering spires and balconies made of stone and brick.

Wreaths hang from the countless windows and garland is draped over and around the door. The lights only enhance the beauty of it all. It’s festive while still being romantic.

“I can’t wait to see what the inside looks like,” you mutter.

The double doors swing open as if on cue and you step foot into the large foyer, tilting your head back to look up at the lofty ceilings.

Your friend Matt rushes over to you, his eyes wide with excitement.

“You guys are here!” he says, out of breath. “Isn’t this place insane!”

He looks over your shoulder as the doors begin to close, his eyebrows drawing together when he sees the car pull away.

“Did you guys come in a car?” Matt asks.

You can only nod, your eyes continuing to scan the interior of the house.

The walls are adorned with sconces that hold long and thin candles, their light flickering with the arrival of more guests. The hallway is framed in ornate wood molding and the rug is plush and decorative.

“That’s weird,” Matt continues. “I had to drive here myself.”

“Maybe only the girls get special treatment,” you say distractedly.

Matt’s face remains pinched together in thought and only when Nat speaks does he focus again.

“Have you seen him yet?” Nat asks Matt.

“Seen who?” you ask, still looking around the foyer.

“The boss,” Nat whispers, tugging on your arm.

Matt shakes his head no. “Not yet but wait until you see the rest of this place.”

You finally drag your eyes away and let them settle on your friends. “I told you…he probably isn’t even here!”

You’re quickly escorted from the foyer and down a long hallway, the walls ornamented with fairy lights that hang and drape over every corner and small and glittering stars that twinkle every time they catch the light.

It’s enchanting and you easily get lost in the glow of it all.

“What are we drinking?” Nat asks when you enter the main hall.

“Let’s get some champagne and have a look around,” you tell her.

You walk over to one of the many bars, thanking the bartender and sipping your drink as you continue to take the whole scene in.

“This place must be massive,” you say quietly. “I wish we could explore!”

Nat giggles next to you, her attention focused on a man across the room.

“What are you staring at?” you ask as you follow her line of sight. “Oh.”

“I know right, right?” she whispers. “He keeps smiling at me. I think I’ve seen him around the office once or twice.”

“And now he’s coming over here!” you say quickly, pressing yourself closer to her.

The man throws Nat a megawatt smile and introduces himself as Steve. He starts chatting with Nat and even though he tries to keep you included in the conversation your concentration is not on him but someone else entirely.

As if in a trance you stare at the man and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s tall with broad shoulders that fill out the jacket of his tuxedo and his full and dark beard frames a beautiful face. You’re inexplicably drawn to him, every nerve of your body alive with electricity as you hold his intense gaze.

He lifts his glass to you with a slight tilt of his head before he disappears into the crowd.

You sway with the realization that the enchantment is gone and Nat looks over at you, concern etched on her face.

“You ok?” she asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you assure her, downing the rest of your drink and setting it on the bar. “I’m just going to go find the restroom.”

“Are you sure?” Nat says, eyeing you.

“I’m sure,” you tell her before giving her a wink and moving off in search of the mystery man.

You weave through the crowd, your eyes constantly scanning the room for him but it’s as if he’s vanished. It isn’t until you reach the end of the hall and meet a set of large wooden doors, one slightly ajar and you feel that familiar tingling skittering over your skin.

With a cautious push you slip through the door and instantly find yourself wrapped in darkness. On a sharp inhale you feel for the door, your heart hammering against your chest as you try to find your way out.

“Leaving so soon?”

The voice startles you even more and you plaster yourself to the wall, frantically searching the darkness for the source.

A small flame flashes at the end of the room and then as if by magic all the candles lining the wall burst with brightness, flooding the space with light and illuminating the figure standing in the corner.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I think I got lost.”

Your fingers fumble along the wall in constant search for the door but your eyes stay locked on the man as he approaches.

“The door is just a few more inches to your left sweetheart,” he says softly but with a small smile.

Your hand closes around the doorknob and you turn it but find yourself unable to leave.

“Enjoying the party?” he asks with a smirk.

“This house is beautiful. I was only hoping to see more of it,” you say.

His dark eyelashes lower and he moves closer.

“Are you sure you didn’t come in here looking for me?”

Realizing you’re blatantly staring at him; you glance back at the door.

“Why would I do that?” you answer.

He gives you a light chuckle and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I’d love to give you a tour. I know my way around very well.”

He holds out his hand, his long fingers enticing as they beckon you to him.

“I think I should go find my friends,” you murmur.

With a raise of his eyebrows, he waits, his hand still lingering in the space between you.

“You’ll miss the garden. It’s breathtaking.”

“Garden?” you say with whispered reverence.

Your fingers tremble as you reach for him, still a bit dazed, and when his hand closes around yours a spark of heat shoots across your skin.

He grins at you, his smile knowing before he leads you toward a door at the other end of the room. He holds the door open and ushers you through then extends his arm for you to take. You hesitate but relent when he smiles warmly.

“How do you know your way around so well?” you ask as you take in the décor of the new space. “Do you know the owner?”

His head falls back with laughter and his eyes crinkle with mirth. You dip your head to hide your embarrassment but he quickly spins you to face him and presses his fingers under your chin, lifting your face.

His blue eyes are intense, the color so radiant it’s startling and when you open your mouth to apologize his fingers slip free and he presses one to your soft lips, leaving you breathless.

“I do,” he begins. “Very well in fact.”

His smile is back and his thumb swipes across your bottom lip as he releases you. He studies every feature of your face with open appreciation.

“And to answer your question…I am the owner.”

You go still, once again unable to meet his eyes, your hands wringing together over your stomach.

“Mr. Barber, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Please honey, it’s Andy.”

“I didn’t know…we’ve never met…”

“Shhh,” he says softly. “I know.”

You audibly swallow, the sound echoing in your ears, before you look up again, still flustered. You introduce yourself and start to tell him the department you work in but he interrupts your string of words.

“I know who you are,” he states. “And the department you work in. You’re excellent at what you do.”

You skin heats under his praise and you quietly give him thanks.

“Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out.

You curl your fingers around his bicep and fall into step next to him.

He gives you a detailed tour of every room you visit, his words rich with history and adoration.

“You’ve collected quite a stunning array of artifacts Mr. Barber. I’m very impressed.”

“Please sweetheart, it’s Andy. I insist.”

You turn your attention to him and you tremble under his piercing gaze, the urge to be near him almost overwhelming. His eyes trail across your face, seeming to linger on our mouth before lifting back to your eyes.

“Andy,” you murmur before looking away and distracting yourself with a painting that hangs on the wall.

In your rush to escape his charm you fail to notice the way his eyes darken and his tongue traces over his lips at the sound of his name falling from your mouth.

Before you can ask about the painting he’s pressed to your back, his body hard against the soft contours of your own.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “this is a personal favorite of mine.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, swaying in his arms as you try to study the art.

“This one is titled, ‘Demon seated in a Garden.’ It was painted by Mikhail Vrubel in 1890. The original.”

Your quiet gasp has him gently squeezing your waist and humming with pleasure.

“I love to collect beautiful things,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on your waist.

He holds you long enough to leave you breathless then let’s go slowly, his hands caressing your curves in the process. He walks to the French doors across the room and stands peering out into the night.

The moonlight shines through the glass panes, bathing him in an ethereal glow and you find your feet moving of their own accord, every step taking you closer until your shoulder brushes his.

You stare out into the garden and your breath hitches, the beauty like nothing you’ve ever seen.

“I knew you would love it,” he simpers. “All your favorites.”

He sweeps his arm out, keeping his eyes on the garden even as yours widen in shock.

“My favorites…?” you whisper, the rest of your words caught in your throat. “But…”

“Come sweetheart. Let me show you.”

Without waiting he takes your hand and opens the door, the cool night breeze blowing over your skin and carrying the fragrant aroma of flowers.

The space is large, extending out past the house and into the wooded area behind, but long strings of lights hang from canopies and trees, illuminating the foliage in sparkles of light.

“Oh my god,” you gush. “It’s magnificent.”

You let go of his hand and move from one flowering plant to the next, smelling and softly touching each one.

The scene before you almost makes you forget his suggestive words from earlier and it isn’t until he speaks that you remember he’s even there.

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” he says. “I was hoping you’d love it.”

You spin around to face him and your smile fades, your unease rushing back in waves.

“I don’t understand,” you say quietly. “You don’t even know me.”

Andy steps into your space and you’re hit with the smell of something musky and woodsy then the overlying scent of the flowers drifts over you and you’re intoxicated, the urge to bury your face in his strong neck and run your fingers through his thick beard overwhelming you.

His eyes glitter as they fall to yours, tension springing between you as his gaze darkens with heat.

“I know all about you honey. I always make sure to keep a close eye on my employees.”

He leans closer to whisper in your ear, goose bumps shivering down your neck at the ghost of his words on your skin.

“Or at least the one I want.”

Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks, your body melting into his even as your mind screams at you that this is inappropriate.

“Want?” you breathe out, fighting the spell he has over you. “How do you even…?”

“I know people…I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

He doesn’t bother to divulge any more information as he presses his fingertips to the small of your back and drags you closer.

“Do you know what kind of flower this is?” he asks when he tears his eyes from yours and tilts his head back.

You pull your eyes away from him and look up, noting the drooping evergreen bush that hangs from the branch of the willow tree above you.

“Oh…that’s mistletoe.”

He nods with a smile.

“Do you know anything about mistletoe sweetheart?”

“Only that most species are poisonous and parasitic.”

You continue to look at the plant rather than him, the feel of having him so close muddling your thoughts and making your body ache with an undeniable need.

“Did you know it was once believed to have magical powers?”

“No…only that there is a tradition about kissing under it.”

When you say these last words your eyes drop back to his and his head dips lower. You swallow hard, knowing you should physically retreat but you can’t find the willpower.

“Yes and the action was believed to lead inevitably to marriage,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on your mouth.

You’re not evening listening to his words at this point, your sole focus on his lips. His eyes are hooded and his arm wraps around your waist, hauling you impossibly closer.

You both still at the press of your bodies together, your eyes locking and your breath catching at the heat in his eyes.

“The garden is full of everything you love. I’ve been paying close attention to every little detail,” he winks. “I can’t wait to show you all of it.”

“I still don’t understand,” you say, willing yourself to think clearly.

“There’s nothing for you to understand honey. I have everything under control,” he says with a saccharine smile.

“How can you know all this about me? I’ve never seen you at the office…”

You repeat your words from earlier, grasping at any semblance of control and reason.

“I’ve always been watching and as I said before…I know people.”

“But…,” you stammer, “who do you know?”

His face is only a breath away from yours and it’s impossible to wrench yourself away.

“People who help me get what I want,” he whispers.

You inhale a small gasp, pressing your hand to his hard chest and trying feebly to escape his embrace.

He smirks as if he knows how he affects you.

“And I always get what I want,” he simpers.

All your thoughts fade from existence the moment his soft lips press to yours and you can’t stop your hands from smoothing along his chest and wrapping around his neck. Your dizzy with the sensation of his mouth and hands, the smell of him, the feel of his hardness pressed against you.

You pull back only for lack of air, all of yours drained from your lungs with his kiss. He tightens his hold on you, dragging his knuckles up your arm to caress your bare shoulder before he wraps his fingers around your neck and tilts your head back.

His nose brushes along your throat, his soft inhale making you tremble in his arms and when he presses his lips to your pulse point you whimper out his name. Your blood moves like fire through your veins and when he drags his fangs across your skin you feel as if you’ll come apart in his hands.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he murmurs into your skin. “Too long.”

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