#reader x fangs

Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took me so long to get the drabble up, was toying with a few ideas and suffered a major delete problem so this is shorter than I intended, but enjoy!

Written from the prompt list mini game for @southsidearchive‘s Falloween Event and squishing into Theme 3 for @riverdale-events Tricks and Treats of Riverdale.

Prompt 29: “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to dance with the devil.”

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The masquerade was in full swing, gowns of brilliant blues and golds and masks with decadent detail filled the room. Men, dressed in their best black and white, spun women around as an orchestra played waltz after waltz and masked servers toted around trays of bubbling champagne for guests to sip on.

Snagging a flute from a passing server, you took a turn around the room in search of a gentleman, the one that had hosted this engagement and the one who had personally delivered the invitation to you. Balls were not your usual scene, preferring to keep yourself away from the probing eyes of high society types and gossip out of the mouths of courtesans, but he had been adamant about your attendance and something about the way he looked at you that night had folded you like a bad hand of cards.

“Looking for me?” Fangs murmured in your ear, his hand ghosting along the back of your dress.

Irritated he was able to find you first, you sipped on your champagne and continued to watch the couples move around the dance floor, your own hips swaying along to the orchestra. “Don’t sound so smug.”

Unruffled, Fangs brought his hand to rest on the swell of your hip and pulled you flush against his chest, words whispered so only you could hear them. “I picked you out the moment you stepped into the room.”

His declaration sent butterflies dancing in your stomach and faint color into your cheeks. The two of you had been on a steady simmer over the last few months, both unsure of where the next step would take you, and something about his words made you feel steadier in what was blooming between you two.

Coy smile in place, you took a sip of your drink, the bubbles beginning to loosen the tension that came with public parties and glanced over your shoulder. Looking as innocent as possible, you fluttered your lashes behind your mask and looked into his caramel colored eyes. “Oh really?”

Slipping the champagne flute from your hand, Fangs placed it on a passing tray and turned you in a small circle, taking his time to appreciate the sight of you in something so elegant. “The red dress and checkered mask gave you away. Quite scandalous.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing exactly what he was meaning. The rich color and low cut bodice had been a bold move for someone who preferred to go unnoticed, but you had liked it too much to turn it away in favor of something simpler.

“And what about you?” Dressed in all black with a mask adorned with red accents, that appeared to be horns if you looked hard enough, Fangs stood out amongst the men. Where they had adorned masks that resembled African cats or simple geometric shapes, his was… one of a kind. “What are you supposed to be?”

With a smile and not a word uttered, Fangs spun you onto the dance floor as the orchestra picked up the next waltz and held you close, moving about the room with practiced ease. To some, the way his hand rested low on the small of your back and how closely he held you could be deemed inappropriate, but neither of you cared, too lost in each other to worry about gossiping hens and jealous harlettes.

As the final chord echoed through the grand hall, Fangs spun you into him, brining a bright flush to your features when his lips brushed against yours and a round of applause broke out around the room. Fangs grinned down at you.