𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞║𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 (𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭)

the-faceless-bride asked:

Hello, I just wanted to ask for poly lost boys where their darling has anger issues? Not sure if you wanted to make reader try to escape not knowing why the boys would want them with all their anger and causing issues

Please and thank you 💕✨

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[Poly!Lost Boys x Angry!Reader]

[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35 years later.]

[Fic Warnings] No debauchery (just a few mentions of kidnapping/stalking), mostly fluff and words of affirmation.

[Summary] The boys love you, but you struggle with seeing how you are worthy of creatures as beautiful and powerful as them.

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Tears streamed down your cheeks as you packed, stuffing your belongings messily into the belly of your backpack.

A few hours ago, you had gotten into an argument with the boys, the four vampires you had fallen madly in love with over the last six months.

Your journey was arduous, for lack of a better term. The boys were very persistent; initially, you weren't interested in their affection, but they worked tirelessly to evade your defenses, wearing you down until you only had eyes for them.

It was frightening at first, seeing them on your doorstep every night, loitering while you cowered in fear. But they only desired to be close to you, stalking you through your windows being their only solace until you filled their arms.

Eventually, they kidnapped you, with David sending Dwayne to do the deed. The brooding brunette snatched you from behind while you walked to your car after a late shift, spinning you around to grip your chin so he could make eye contact and seize control of your delicate mind. His irises bled gold while you trembled in his arms, his thrall lulling you into a deep sleep.

You passed out, and Dwayne took to the skies, carrying you bridal-style as he whipped through the murky clouds.

The boys were pleased with your arrival at the cave, the four looking down on you lovingly while you slept on the sofa, your chest rising and falling mesmerizingly. They savored the rhythmic act because it wasn't going to last long.

They intended to turn you but wanted to ensure you were acclimated to their way of life. Being nocturnal wasn't easy. It would be an adjustment for a mortal. They did everything in their power to ensure you were comfortable.

The boys fashioned you a cozy little nest filled with trinkets, blankets, and treats. They gathered your vitamins, medications, and everything you needed to stay healthy until the day of your turning came. They were sure you'd like your new home.

They watched you long enough; they knew you well. They were even aware of your anger issues.

The boys could tell you held a significant bit of shame because of your struggles, but they still loved you. Anger was an emotion, and emotions were normal and healthy. Feelings meant you were alive, and they were important, living or undead.

David and the boys had no issues with how erratic your emotions could be. They wanted to feel with you for the rest of eternity, which is why they were stunned when they caught you trying to leave while making their rounds.

The boys sometimes liked to keep pets, so they had to ensure their playthings stayed put until nightfall. They took other precautions to make that a reality, like chains and sleeping pills, but they were still vigilant, quickly sweeping the cave during the day between naps.

You didn't fall under the category of 'pet,' however. You were their mate, so David seeing you with a packed bag walking through the tunnels toward the sunlight, sent him into a frenzy.

"Where do you think you're going, dollface?" David growled from the darkness as he stepped in front of you, blocking your path.

"I'm leaving," you muttered, stepping to the side to slip by him, but he swiftly maneuvered to block you again.

"I don't think so," David purred as he strolled towards you, his hands behind his back. "Now, be good and get back in bed.

"NO," you shouted through gritted teeth, standing your ground as the platinum blond loomed over you.

"No?" Marko cooed from behind you, standing at the end of the tunnel with Dwayne and Paul flanking him on both sides.

"That word isn't in our vocabulary, gorgeous," Marko purred with a giggle as he and the boys closed the distance between you. "And we don't respond well to it."

You scoffed, irritated with their bullshit. "I don't give a fuck what you respond well to, Marko," you spat over your shoulder. "You four have some nerve after what you said last night."

"Is that what this is about, doll?" David crooned as he gripped your chin, turning your face towards his. "What's so wrong with embracing who you are?"

"Why should I embrace this, David?" You whispered as you grew weak in his glacier gaze. "It's not healthy; anger isn't healthy."

"Anger is very normal, love." Dwayne silkily purred. "We all feel it, and that's okay."

You sniffled, tears welling in your eyes. "But it's not," you challenged, "all my life, people have told me that it's wrong to feel this way, and—"

"They're wrong, babe," Paul chimed in, "the way you feel is the way you feel, and your feelings are valid. We accept you for who you are."

"But why?" You questioned with trembling shoulders. "Why me? How can you accept me like this?"

"Do you love me, beautiful?" Marko countered with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Marko, I do," you replied incredulously, surprised that he would even ask such a question.

"And you accept me for who I am?" The curly-haired blond followed up as he gathered you into his arms.

"Yes," you replied, leaning your head on his toned chest.

"I get angry all the time, gorgeous," Marko cooed as he rubbed your back. "Sometimes all I see is red, but that's okay. It's normal – and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"And if we can love a rabid raccoon in the body of an Italian," David drawled, "we can love you."

"We love you, babe," Paul purred as he stepped forward, using his thumb to dry your eyes, "you are worthy. You're our mate, and we want to be with you – forever."

You beamed as your heart flooded with warmth and love for your boys. You may have some flaws, but they loved you just as you are. You'd just have to learn to accept that.

FIN.

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[A/n] Thanks for this request! My apologies for it taking so long. I just wanted to find the right words because I also struggle with anger. I hope you enjoy this. Everyone who has a flaw they're not proud of – you are worthy!

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