Request: I hope you are doing well 💗 I love the new Adrian x dutchess reader story. I got the prompt, 'Psyco'. I was wondering if you could write a Adrian Tepes x female reader story where the reader is a bit unhinged. But he is madly in love with her. Like a dark, twisted tale. 😁
AN: Hello anon, thank you for reading my work! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy this. Unhinged but madly in love readers are my fav. I tried something new by writing this one poetically.
Genre: drama & angst ig
Pairing(s): Alucard x gn Reader
Summary: His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch. And the world falls apart.
Some sacrifice love for good.
Some burn the world for love.
Some light it up.
And some… create a new one.
This story is for those who become God to worship their love.
"It is not real!"
Adrian clutches Lisa’s hand, his golden eyes wide, trembling with frantic terror.
"You're dead!"
His body, shrouded in blankets, wracks with shivers as he points a shaking finger at his father.
"And you… I killed you. Why are you here?"
He flinches from their touch, ignoring the gentle hands trying to soothe him, to press a cup of medicine to his lips.
"My dear," Lisa whispers, cupping his damp cheeks. "It is a dream. We are here with you."
She pulls him into her arms, a mother’s warmth, he remember it well. Her warmth, the scent of herbs and ink...his mother.
"A nightmare of the past. Your father and I live. We are alive."
But her words are hollow, empty as the castle halls.
Adrian presses his hands over his ears.
"This is a lie… a spell, a dream, an illusion." His voice wavers, a fragile thing on the brink of breaking. Sweat drips from his temple, strands of pale hair clinging to his nape.
Then—
"Shhh."
A voice silences the storm in his mind.
A whisper, just by his ear. Lips brushing his skin.
"You are safe."
His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch.
And the world falls apart.
Adrian links his arm through yours.
It takes effort, his gaze refuses to leave you tonight.
The winter ball of the Fae glows with silver light, a kingdom sculpted from frost and moonbeams. Next to him, you are a wonder, robes spun from the midnight sky, glimmering with woken stars. Your hair cascades down your back, untamed, luminous with crystals of ice braided in.
The court is frozen in time, statues carved by the careful hands of devoted brownies.
His mother and father are lost in a sea of dancers, their laughter carried by the wind, lost among masked dancers.
Adrian rubs his thumb over your palm.
"You look beautiful, my love."
He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.
"Dance with me?"
At your nod, he whisks you onto the floor.
His arms around you. Yours around him. Closer than ever.
He dances with the same effortless grace as his father.
Dracula, after all, had taught him the waltz of the Unseelie Court.
Sun-spun hair rests beneath your fingers. He smiles, laughter spilling from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.
His steps creak—
Not against polished marble, but against worn wooden floors.
Dust shifts beneath his shoes, months of neglect disturbed with each movement.
Yet his smile remains.
His eyes remain lost in the illusion of your faraway court.
Perhaps it would be easier to let him stay here.
If it brings him joy, you would leave Dracula’s crumbling castle in a heartbeat.
"Do you like it here?" You nod to the marvelous sights of your court that your beloved revels in.
Your fingers weave into his hair, cradling the warmth of his head against your palm.
"Why not stay longer?"
The question is light, effortless. Crafted with delicate precision to mask the quiet desperation curling inside you.
What you would not do to have him here, in your world.
To drape him in silks, to spoil him with the everlasting luxuries of your court.
Adrian frowns.
Hesitation lays itself bare upon his face, a fragile thing for you to pluck away at first sight.
Spells make it easier to read him.
"No… please, no." His fingers tighten around your sleeve, his grip trembling. "I cannot leave home."
His steps falter. His eyes clear, gold sharpening through the mist of illusion. "Must stay with mother...and father," he whimpers.
The edges of your glamour wither, fragile as the first frost beneath morning light.
"Alright, beloved."
You pull him into your embrace, his breath shaky against your shoulder.
"No more. We won’t leave. We shall stay where you wish"
With a mere thought, the phantom forms of his parents step closer.
"We shall stay with your parents."
A reassurance. A spell. A carefully woven promise.
You usher him back into the comfort of his dream. The world you have made for him.
Your beloved is happy there. Fulfilled.
Who are you to deny him?
Here, the castle stands untouched, as it had in the past.
Here, the bodies of traitorous friends do not rot in the woods.
Here, the church has never burned.
Here, the humans still live.
Here, you have given him the world he desires.
And in return, Adrian chooses life.
Next to you. Here.
You twirl him in your arms, guiding him through another waltz beneath the dream-lit sky.
He dances with you, laughter slipping through his lips, until exhaustion drapes over his shoulders like a heavy cloak.
His body leans into yours. He tires more easily now. Agitation wears at him faster, the strain of his soul bound to your spell pressing upon his fragile form.
It had been his fading soul that led you to this.
By the time you found him, it was already too late.
Broken by grief, your beloved had been lost to the cold corridors of his misery, wasting away within the crumbling bones of his father’s castle.
But you refused to let go of him.
Your love, your passion, your despair, your grief, it was all his.
But mercy?
No.
You refused to grant him that.
You refused to let his soul wander where you could not follow.
So, you made him a world.
Seared his soul to yours.
Even death would not take him. Not at the cost of him.
You yawn, feigning drowsiness.
"Shall we retire?"
Adrian blinks up at you, bleary-eyed, nodding without question.
You lead him to his room, guiding him to the bed with a gentleness neither of you deserve.
He does not question the sudden shift in scenery.
Does not question the way his vision wavers, as if some part of him knows.
He simply settles into your arms, his face buried against your neck, breathing softly.
And you hold him closer, knowing he will never wake from this dream.
