#The Belsire x reader

[yanderecandystore]

Angst ᐛ. So imagine y/n is fully aware of what the beldam is about. I'm talking from the very begining but kept coming back since they felt so alone. And at some point y/n just walks in, plots their head in the beldam's chest, tearing up after a particularly bad day and is just like. "You know, I know what youre gonna ask... About the buttons. I know its just a way to eat me. But to be honest just hearing yoinsay 'i care about you' is making me consider the offer. Pathetic right?" Would the beldam make it a quick kill or would he not want to eat them anymore? Of course if you dont feel comfortable writing this thats fine too.

The reason why I always take too long to write anything about Male Beldam/Belsire, is because I always fear making something that people won't like especially since it's my most liked story-

But after rereading the story I realized it really isn't all that good X'D I feel like it could have been a lot better if I had put more time into it.

I'm sorry for taking so long to write this, but I really don't want to leave you guys hanging especially since I do really like the idea of a "twisted" ending sort of thing. Thank you for requesting this!

It's very short, but I hope I can talk more about it because I do wonder how Y/n will deal with this new life.

TW/Tags: Mentions of: Gore; death // Arachnophobia Warning // Scotomaphobia Warning (Reader is now blind) // Manipulation // Human flesh consumption (not from the Reader) // this is very short sorry // not proofread lmao (headaches) // Reader is very unresponsive to the things that happen around them.

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A peek at the keyhole [Yandere!Belsire x GN!Reader - A short Oneshot]

It was during dinner that you decided to seal the deal, he was acting strange… He was starving and you were sure of it. Which was funny because you never saw him eat, now that you think about it.

He doesn't understand where you got that knowledge of how he behaves or of what he consumes- Maybe it was just a lucky guess based on his desperate need to keep you "unaware", always giving a poorly disguised lie about himself.

Who was he? What was he? What did he want? He was your best friend, silly. He was your other friend, and all he wanted was to be with you.

Lies, lies, half truths. He was simply too shady for his own benefit, too obvious for his own good.

Or perhaps he really liked this back and forth between you two, after all- What proof did you have of anything? You couldn't trust his words, yes, but what else did you have to go with?

Just that sinking feeling in your stomach whenever he was near you, whenever he tapped his fingers impatiently because you were just oh so curious about him!

It was adorable, really. Infuriatingly adorable.

Because it didn't matter how much you knew about him, or his "real intentions" with you- You always came back for more. His words of reassurance coated with thick honey and distributed with a soft, calm tone of voice that was just as patronizing as it was endearing.

Treating you like royalty every time you came around and yet always keeping you at arm's length when it came to learning more about him, but did any of that even matter?

You were being taken care of, wasn't that enough? You had friends with you, an adoring handsome fella that wasn't shy at all about treating you more than a friend, if you wanted him to. There was clear favoritism and although common sense would have told you it was a massive red flag, you couldn't deny it was quite refreshing to be regarded with so much love.

The fun will never end, he said. It could go for as long as you wanted, forever even if you agreed to stay with just a little, tiny condition.

He didn't have to explain it in detail for you to instantly agree with him, you cling to him already aware of what your fate would be. A bad day was all he needed for you to accept it in a heartbeat? He could have done this a lot sooner than.

It was just you and him, standing in the kitchen as you hugged him, burying yourself in both a need for contact but also out of embarrassment- Shame of throwing yourself away to the unknown without second thought.

It took him by surprise at first, although not ideal he still met his goal sooner than he expected- Only a couple of nights spent with him and his creations, with only a few fabulous events in between.

Of course he couldn't go TOO wild with his attractions, after all you didn't need a spectacular show to be lured in, you just wanted to be heard and included.

" … Oh dear… Pathetic? Why? There's no reason to feel this way, you made the right choice… "

He wanted to still reassure you of your actions, but it was hard hiding the eagerness in his voice.

He held you tightly, cooing you gently despite your unisseanes and uncertainty.

It was mostly so you wouldn't see the illusion breaking, so you wouldn't hear the sounds of your other friends turning into dust… He simply couldn't keep them for much longer, and now he didn't need to.

It's a shame they couldn't warn you of your mistake sooner, it's a shame that everything he creates reflects his adoration to the people he lures in. If only they could warn you to not let him do this, that it wasn't really worth it.

" Come… It'll be quick, don't worry. " He led you with his hands, which were feeling colder by the minute, sharper than before. Thinner than before.

The lights of the house were starting to lower if not fully turn off behind you as you only focused on following him to his little workshop. You felt the stairs lose their solidity after lifting your feet, each step turning from wood to web quickly.

You were actively following him to your doom, you knew that, and as much as you wanted to you couldn't run away now.

He opened the door to the attic, the only thing that seemed intact in this empty and dark place- It was as if the house was starting to disappear the higher he went, and as you followed him there was no need to keep the rest of the house.

He was trying to be economical here, too many things to keep magically attached and realistic all the time- With no break for lunch.

The attic was the only thing that seemed actually real for you, stepping inside you felt the old floor creek. It was old, moldy, but somehow always well kept, as it was one of the only real things in this void he took care of.

It was his favorite place in the house.

" You can go sit on that chair over there, but if you would like to choose I have a great variety of colors and types for you to pick. " The voice that held warmth and youth to it was also disappearing and being replaced with a dry throat, a rougher tone and a lack of discernible emotion behind it.

You could only tell there was impatience by the constant tapping of his fingernails on his board as he showed you all the possible options.

Classic black like his? Baby blue? Chartreuse?? His constant tapping made you feel like a ticking clock taunting you to pick a color already-

You just pointed to the one color you liked most, hey, who wouldn't want to have their favorite color as their eye color? Although, it wasn't really eyes. Just buttons.

He hummed while giving you a soft smile.

" I'm glad you made a choice for me, I would have been too indecisive. Ah, but they're perfect for you..! You're going to make me so jealous, doll.." It was a joke, or maybe a compliment. It was hard to tell if his monotonous voice was out due to boredom, anger or was his voice like this in general.

Well, he didn't seem mad?? It was hard to understand him and to be honest you were getting very nervous. You sat down in the tall chair, its pastel colors did little to nothing to calm you down. Was this really a good idea?

" Are you ready?... It'll be quick I promise… Although… "

He grabbed your face, trying to be gentle as he inspected your panicking eyes.

You didn't understand what was going inside his head, you couldn't tell what he was planning to do and you weren't sure if his touch was starting to freak you out or sooth you.

" … It'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." He sighed before kissing your forehead, so you wouldn't forget he cared about you.

It was agonizing.

You don't know for how long you stayed out, but you remember your brain blacking out after he sewed the first one in.

You're not sure how you even survived through him stabbing your eyes with a needle- Hell, were you even alive at all?! You couldn't see anything, so either he successfully closed your eyes or you were dead.

No, you probably weren't dead yet, your headache just as bad as your entire face- Raising your hand slowly to touch your face you could feel your eyes covered by thick cloth, it was slightly wet.

Slightly touching and pushing like that caused you to feel immense pain, you immediately stopped- It was still fresh so of course it would hurt like hell.

You were sure that you felt the shape of the buttons underneath the cloth, however.

Your ears buzzed as you tried to regain some of your strength, as you tried to get out from your torture chair you forgot how tall it was- Missing a step and crashing down to the old attic floor with no one to help you.

Falling sure felt like falling! The floor sure felt like a crusty old floor! Yep, you weren't dead.

Your head was aching so badly you weren't sure if what you heard was real or not, but you were sure you heard some commotion coming from downstairs.

It was loud enough to muffle your little accident.

The voices below were followed by painful screaming that lasted for a few minutes after complete silence. A chilling sensation settled in as you started to wonder if the screams you heard felt familiar to you in any way.

You carefully started to get up, slowly you started to consider if you should go back to the tall chair or just make a run for it- But to where? You couldn't see anything!!

You considered taking the cloth off- But you didn't want to feel the pain that came from it. You needed to let it heal after all. Though, you doubted that you would be able to see anything with freaking BUTTONS in your eyes!!

Was it too late to regret your decision? It seemed like it.

You walked around trying to feel your way, where was the door again? You were sure you were on the right track… Your hand went from old wood to a nice clean carpet- Wait- Wasn't the house entirely destroyed? Shouldn't it be a spider web here?

Or, well, everywhere?

The fur of the carpet fooled you as you felt your hand squeeze something very soft that squeaked and scurried away from you. A rat.

" I'm sorry!- " You whispered to him, but he didn't appreciate your attempt at escaping, he squealed as he ran down stairs alerting his owner that you were awake.

Well, shit.

You would have screamed if you were able to see the heavy thing that came up the stairs in such a hurry, it didn't help that although you couldn't see him, the sound of metal hitting the walls and the floor made you highly concerned.

What the fuck was that-

" You shouldn't have left the room without telling me. " The same monotonous voice, although he didn't sound so exhausted like he did before- Not as hungry, you assumed.

" Come, let me help you. " You could hear him approach, as if he was wearing high heels it was hard to not hear him coming closer.

And you couldn't help but feel like distancing yourself further, his boney fingers didn't help you feel any more relaxed- They were sharp and cold, it felt like pure needles taking your hand and pulling you up.

" You need to rest for a little longer, doll. But you can't heal with an empty stomach right? " He guided you with his hand, you felt sick at the mention of food.

He helped you get down the stairs by holding you bride style, and you almost cried at the sensation of his hard and cold skin, you trembled at how those same needles would gently squeeze your skin-

One wrong move and they would tear your skin apart.

He helped you sit in a chair, you assumed you were at the kitchen's table by now.

Was this your end…? Was he really going to do this now??

…. No. He was just cooking something, presumably for you. It smelled of omelets and orange juice, it was simple but it was a very nice scent.

This kitchen reeked of blood, however. Instinctively you took your hands to cover your nose, and probably your mouth as well since you weren't sure if shouting would be a good idea right now. He hates loud noises.

" Don't worry about it, it was just a pesky guest who didn't take no for an answer! I'm sorry for the mess. I'll clean it up after you eat. " A more upbeat and sweet voice, the same one you were more accustomed with. Reassurance and comfort all tied with a smile you were more familiar with.

Approaching you with a plate in hand, and a juice glass in the other.

" Don't worry, I didn't put any of the nasty stuff for you. Just eggs and lots of love. The spoiled food is for me. " He kissed you on the cheek, it felt like being touched by porcelain.

He handed you the fork, but you weren't sure if you wanted to find out if he kept his word or not.

He killed someone here, didn't he? Those noises you heard when you were up in the attic plus the smell of iron coating every inch of this kitchen sure weren't just coincidence. He… He wouldn't force you to eat someone, would he?

Who was it?... Who was it..?!

Was he referring to the person as "spoiled food"?

" Doll. I told you to not worry. There's no meat on your plate, I'm a bit selfish when it comes to sharing food. I'm sorry but there's nothing left of them for you, if I knew you wanted to try I wouldn't have been so careless- "

" N-No, it's… It's fine! I'm just… I can't really see anything…" You tried to not sound as terrified of him as you were, heaven knows you shouldn't feed any monster your own fear, it's what they live on.

" …. Aw… You're blind, I'm so sorry! I forgot about that. " He started to laugh as he slapped his forehead about forgetting something so crucial, silly him!

You weren't sure if he was being honest about forgetting that, but you sure as hell knew by the way he snatched the fork from your hand and how he seemed to drag his chair closer to you that he was probably very excited to do this.

" Say, ah~! " You knew he was having fun when he pinched your cheek to make you open your mouth.

Well, yep, those were just eggs. I mean it was a very tasty omelet but that was it, the orange juice didn't taste any different. Probably a little too sweet, but that's it.

It was probably due to the pain you were feeling in the front of your entire face that made you very much NOT interested in eating, or maybe it was the dripping sound and the smell of blood. The thought that somehow you were sitting possibly next to a murder scene, and/or a body, and the murderer was feeding you, made you very unease.

" Try to not think too much about it, it's just the way things will be for now… Isn't it so much better this way too? We will be able to spend so much time together and I just need you to stay in the attic whenever we have "guests" over. Do you understand me? "

" With just a little bit of magic I'm about to make the house more comfortable for you, to cook you meals endlessly and I can even make you a few more outfits. I'll be sure to make the house more appropriate for a human like you. "

He petted your head after you finished the plate, kissing your forehead and letting the dishes in the sink.

" Now, let me help you get up, we'll need to give you a bath and put you in more comfortable clothes, and then we can lay down. I'm sure you're still very tired after our little surgery. "

He helped you get up and walked you towards the bathroom… You couldn't help but feel worried about what you were doing.

Wasn't this all you ever wanted? To be adored by someone who treats you so well? Didn't you feel glad you accepted his offer?

Were you a bad person for wanting this?

Well, you didn't want THIS as in- Him eating people- All you wanted was to be with him for longer…

Why did you feel really scared whenever he touched with the same gentleness but none of the softness his skin used to have? You knew running wouldn't be a good idea since you couldn't see anything, and you didn't know the layout of the house well enough to memorize where the little door was...

Right?

" You're so stiff, my love! Are you scared of walking around your own house? I promise I kept everything intact, it's my house as well you know… And besides I'll always be here to guide you while you still recover. " You felt him nuzzle his hand against your neck, cold, hard. You wondered how much he changed now that he didn't need to pretend to look a certain way for you.

Maybe it was best to not know.

" … You're so silent right now, it almost feels like I have been running my mouth for hours! I didn't know you were such a silent type. " He teased, while kissing the back of your neck gently.

It was probably your lack of spatial awareness, but he somehow seemed a lot taller- As if it took some effort to lower himself down just to kiss you.

" My head… it hurts so much.."

" Aw, I know, love, I know. It'll take a while for you to feel better but it'll be so worth it… I'll help you learn new things, like how to feel the vibrations in my web, it'll help you "see" better. Or how to read braille, or how to walk around the house carefully, or how to tell someone is planning on running away during a conversation. "

He poked the sides of your stomach, an action that was supposed to be just couple's teasing but was actually quite terrifying and painful considering how sharp his fingers were.

" You couldn't be any less obvious love. I'm sorry if I scared you, I couldn't resist. " And yet he didn't sound irritated or annoyed, it could be that he was just pretending to not care… But he sounded more amused than anything.

" I'm just teasing you, doll! Come on, don't look like that, I'm just in a good mood! You know I can't stay annoyed at you. Let's hurry up and get you cleaned, alright? "

As he carefully started to shove you inside the bathroom you wondered if he didn't mess with something in your head alongside your eyes.

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[running-with-kn1ves]

Hiiiii, I have a request for you, what the reader could do or say to make the Yanderes! Lord Dimitrescu, Belsire and Blackheart to get blushed and maybe shy, I think we need some cuteness.

Ur so right-- honestly I need that fluff. I genuinely think my brain is gonna fry if I don't get a daily dose of wholesomeness.

TW: Possessive/obsessive mentions, threatening, general fluff

Lord Dimitrescu

Lord Dimitrescu as we all know does not get flustered easily; this man does most of the flustering. But it isn’t impossible to get his pale face to turn a shade of pink.

In order to surprise or embarrass him, you’ll have to catch him off guard. This vampiric bastard is a KING at sex appeal and using his seduction to the max, so most kinds of sexual implications won’t get him all hot and bothered.

Generally, it only takes a sincere act of affection or kindness to get him embarrassed. If you do something he didn’t expect, it might just be enough to rile him up. He expects kindness and respect from others though, so don’t think a mere small favor will be enough.

Lord Dimitrescu can be more vain than you’d think; he cares greatly for his appearance, so buying something beautiful or expensive for him is an easy way to his heart. BUT, this is a very tricky game to play. The line is a very thin one between a cheap and thoughtful present; a gorgeous gold watch could be the hay that broke the camel’s back with him. He switches quickly from grateful and doting, to angry and stern in a split second.

This is why home-made gifts are the best option for Lord Dimitrescu, he’s less likely to assume you to be materialistic or poor. Just small items, like maybe a little slip of poetry or even a crown of woven flowers that you pulled from the cold ground. He’ll write it off as ridiculous and shallow, but the Lord’s tone will be much softer, and less demanding.

“What is this foolishness? Tell me, pet, do you dare insult me with such peasantries…”

Simply the idea of these innocent acts gets the vampriric lord up in a hurry. He’ll leave the room, not-so-subtly taking the item with him. It’ll be praised and worshipped in his room; when missing you, he’ll use the gift as a reminder, memorizing every place your hands must have touched to make it specially for him. The lord hardly shows facial signs of flusteredness, but it’s clearly visible in the way he walks: almost a lovesick, preoccupied daze.

Now, similar to Lord Dimitrescu, It’s hard to get The Belsire to blush. He is not easily fooled nor tricked into simple schemes which make him lose his cool. In order to get a reaction out of him, you must use cleverness to your advantage. He can predict your moves constantly, especially because he has eyes everywhere.

The Belsire

The Belsire will get flustered quickly if you say any kind of affectionate words out of nowhere, even a simple mumble of an “I love you” will make him unable to look into your eyes. He tends to avoid you once you manage to get him to blush; it’s not becoming of the creature who’s in charge, right?

“You best not be lying to me. I promise I won’t hesitate to take you now if you’re deceiving me.”

Not only will genuine affections work, but clever jokes will get to him as well. The Belsire isn’t completely ignorant of the outside world, just a bit… out of touch. He does all he needs to survive, taking souls when necessary to keep himself living and young. So to tell him a dirty joke or the promiscuous acts of folks on the internet, will get him a bit flustered and uncomfortable. It’s easily visible on his face, even if he tries to hide it. In most cases, he’ll allow his red face to show bare, trying to convince you it isn’t because he’s flustered and only because of the temperature.

Blackheart

Now, Blackheart is snarky as hell. Out of the three, he’s probably the easiest to fluster, because despite being a demon, he’s the most human-like. His constant and neverending rage, mixed with a bittersweet taste of obsession, leads him to be quick-witted but forgetful. The quickest way to get him shocked is through physical affection. But specifically chaste affection. As a being from hell, he’s not ignorant of the physical pleasures from the human world, and will use that to his advantage with you.

But if you give him a mere kiss on the cheek, or hold his hand lightly, it’ll send the man spiraling. It’s so pure, so untouchable. Did love like that really exist? He always thought it to be fake, just another thing made for the human race to breed. But now that he experienced it, Blackheart will begin to crave it more and more. At first he’ll get flustered quickly, growing stiff and almost awkward; until he pulls back on his persona.

He’ll make it seem as if you were trying something, either a ploy to sleep with him or to run away. It’s mere denial for himself. The best way to combat this is to avoid his snarky and manipulative questions, instead turning yourself to give him chaste affections, without strings attached. Blackheart will grow annoyed, both at his flustered self and your lack of submission.

“I can’t believe you’re enjoying this. You? Fluster me? What a joke-- don’t get ahead of yourself; I’ll make sure we’re even.”

He won’t allow anyone else to see himself flustered; if you try to take a picture or record him, he’ll grow serious and won’t hesitate to threaten. Blackheart can’t have his reputation ruined, especially when he’s so close to taking his father’s position. But, he’ll only allow you to see him flustered; it’s embarrassing, and he’ll definitely get you back, but Blackheart finds it to be one of the pure moments in your relationship.

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[running-with-kn1ves]

How would belsire react if darling gifted him a autumn themed scarf that they made?

Um?? HELLO??

Mister mans would LOVE it?? Considering The Belsire literally creates everything in his realm, he doesn't expect anything to be made for him. What's the need? What's the use? He doesn't expect anything from you except for obedience, so he doesn't understand why you would make something especially for him-- especially since it would take more care, considering his height and strange features.

The way his eyes go wide after seeing something you created, gives the impression that he never really has recieved a gift. Of course the creature has to keep his image, and will stifle his internal reaction. Leaving you with a blank face, The Belsire will ignore how his legs grow weak from the surprise and teensie bit of happiness he'd never admit. "What.. is this?" You'll never find him outright talking about the gift, maybe a subtle thank you will be given after he receives it; if you're lucky. But he shows his appreciation through actions instead of words. Any time of the day, he'll be wearing it, switching the temperature to grow cold in order for him to continue to wrap the scarf around himself. Of course if he catches you staring, he'll rip it off immediately. The Belsire does not enjoy being observed, especially if he knows you have some sort of 'power' over him. And he most certainly sees your affections and gifts as power. After receiving your gift, The Belsire will be quietly kinder. He doesn't want you to assume he's being gentle after receiving the gift, even if that's the case. A way to get on his good side is to be genuine and doting. After dealing with so many different meals (cough cough victims), he's learned to smell a lie from a mile away. If you lie to him or are disingenuous, he'll cut the calm act and tell it to you straight. "I was going to be gentle with you before, but I can't tolerate this behavior. Do you want to be broken down?" BUT if you play nice with him, going along with his games of house and dress up, he might cut you a little slack; maybe spare your life for a little while longer. Even if its just for you to suffer, and him to force you to give him more gifts. The Belsire is by no means fitting of the word affectionate, but if you desire anything, he'll give in. That gift was enough to get something out of him, even if its small like the ability to go outside or converse with the creatures he's made. make sure to be straightforward and truthful when giving your gifts and asking for favors afterwards, otherwise The Belsire might make your words turn back to bite you.

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[running-with-kn1ves]

omg, since it’s December could you write a male beldam christmas special :D

A/N: This idea came to me this morning. I was half asleep and thought "YES this is the greatest most bestest idea that has never been done before." my early morning enthusiasm might not live up to reality. But I thought it was interesting. (yet rushed) damn the mental illness! but I'll make sure to post one last winter story before the new year!

TW: yandere/absuive themes, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, Christmas themes, insects (kinda a stretch?)

Word Count:1800+ (I apologize for all the plot holes and jaggy dialogue :c)

For months you had been crying yourself to sleep. You were grateful to have been given your own room apart from the Belsire, but that didn’t mean you were safe. Especially, because new prey was constantly being lured into his trap; exactly as the cat had said.

The black feline told you of the Belsire’s previous escapades with his meals, and they were few and far between. But ever since you were forced to join him under the guise of being a “loving spouse,” he had been consuming far more recently. And that was a terrifying thought.

You had, thankfully, never been present when witnessing him devour a meal. A human soul. But sometimes you could still hear them, hear the wails of the innocent. People who just wanted a loving family, just like yourself.

For some incomprehensible reason, the Belsire allowed you to live out of all the others. And while he had constantly denied you any reason why, you knew there was something, something that made him stop himself from eating your soul. Maybe it was your lack of love towards him that made it impossible; or perhaps he wanted a living plaything.

Whatever the reason, it didn’t make your life any easier than those who had been devoured. And this coming holiday proved to be a far worse fate than death.

“Open your present, dear.” He said, foreign enthusiasm dripping from his lips.

The Belsire was playing his role. Doing his “loving, husbandly duties.” You had gotten used to his angry, malignant side that was full of sharp edges and anger. So to say the strangely placed happiness was unusual is an understatement. You hadn't seen him so "happy" since you first entered the realm.

But whether or not the cheerfulness was an act, it didn’t remove the fact that you were living in hell.

“Come on now, don’t leave me waiting.” He chuckled, putting a hand on your shoulder and moving to sit beside you.

The room was covered in torn wrapping paper and new gadgets, all for you. You felt like you were trapped inside a snowglobe: a tiny realm, all alone with only the comfort of fake snow and a far too detailed home.

"I think this will remind you of me."

His words showed that he liked to play dollhouse; maybe that was why you were dressed up in matching pajamas. His face had turned back to soft instead of that looming and skeletal image. Once his anger or disapproval settled, he went back to an average man. Well, one with button eyes.

You never felt a sense of comfort with either form, only a sliver of ease if you were lucky. The belsire could taste your nervousness but didn’t care. He was far more interested in watching you open your new “toys.” New little distractions. From under the twinkling tree, you had witnessed piles of wrapped gifts. Dozens of new and exciting trinkets for you to mess with and enjoy. But you wouldn’t enjoy them. If you were lucky, they’d distract you from your time in the Belsire's realm.

You began to open the new gift, its rectangle box making you guess it was some sort of book. As you lifted the top, the Belsire rubbed your shoulders, leaning in to look closer. The book read ‘Innumerable Insects.’

“Wow, what a surprise.” You said sarcastically, taking into account how fond the Belsire was of bugs. “I didn’t expect to receive this from you.”

“Don’t be mean now,” He said, a voice of warning. “I thought you’d like it. We can bond over…the interest.”

“Sure.” You said tiredly. He was so adamant about trying to make you love him, but it was never in a run-of-the-mill way. Instead of chivalry and kindness, it was with force. But you never really knew if he loved you, or was just trying to make you bring down your guard. It was possible that he needed such a thing in order to devour you.

“Well, if you don’t quite enjoy that one, I'm sure you’ll like this.” He says confidently with a hint of wickedness.

Your stomach sank; all you could do was watch him get up from behind you, walking to one of his locked doors. A door, you weren’t allowed in.

“Uh, another one you say? I think… I'm alright actually.” You felt like you were going to vomit. What had he done now? Time and time again, he proved to be more inhuman than you expected. You could only imagine what he had done now.

“No, I think you’ll actually like this one. See, I knew none of those would satisfy you.” He said, turning with a devilish grin. The creature was just waiting for your horror.

You fumbled with the book in your hands, trying to ease the rising panic in your chest.

“Oh… well, I really… I honestly think you’ve done enough.”

You feigned a smile, trying to avoid whatever he had in store. That sarcastic comment on the book may have ticked him off; this new “gift” could possibly just be a new punishment. “You know, considering all these.” You gestured to the gifts surrounding you.

The gloomy and uncomfortable house was reconstructed to look homey, and cheery.

Most of the time, you felt a deep ominous air in the realm. But, the Belsire had arranged it so snow fell softly outside, piling up as music played faintly from nowhere. There was also a faint scent of pine coming from the tree, along with cherry pie in the kitchen. You knew he was a perfectionist when it came to his little pocket hole of a world, but this was far more festive than usual.

He had been in quite an unhappy mood as of late. The house had never been this decorated nor cheerful since the first time you came into the realm.

“Now my little dear, no need to worry it’s nothing you’re thinking of,” You knew he was talking about the punishment, but he played it off. “I think you’ll quite enjoy it, really.”

As he finished shuffling through the closet, the Belsire pulled out a small, rectangular gift. It was simpler, more humble compared to the other gifts. You had received everything short of a million dollars, so something so plain was odd.

He walked toward you, crouching down.

“Here, darling.”

He mocked you with that fake smile, a devious grin that showed how much he relished in the worried look on your face. You wouldn’t call him a sadist, but he didn’t dislike your suffering either. Especially when it made you so malleable to him.

You accepted the gift with shaky hands, looking at it for a moment. You looked back up at him, and he nodded with a gesture of his hand, telling you to open it.

You tore the wrapping, quickly out of both fear and anticipation. From beneath the red paper and neat bow, was a picture frame.

The mahogany lining matched perfectly with the Belsire’s home, making it fit right in. But what didn’t fit in, was that a picture of your loved ones was inside. They sat there, still and frozen in time for a moment, all looking like you remembered. You couldn’t recall the last time you saw them. Even though some of them never got along, they were all standing side by side, perfectly in sync.

You looked up at the Belsire, eyes wide and almost teary. “How did… how..”

“It’s a secret.” He put a finger up to his lips, still smiling.

The Belsire continuously ripped away any reminder of family and friends from you. He made sure you would never return to them. So why, why was he giving you a picture of them? It looked like they were really there, staring at you. As if you weren’t alone anymore.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” He curled his hand into yours. "I know how attached you are to them.."

You were unable to contain the emotions spilling out of you. Before you knew it, you were crying, pushing yourself into the Belsire’s chest. He let out a small grumble of surprise.

“Th.. thanks…”

You let out a small sigh of gratitude, pushing your face deeper into his shoulder. The belsire was caught by surprise, but he quickly recovered, chuckling and stroking your back.

“Of course, how could I not give my doll something so precious.” He grinned, looking down at you. You still sensed that faux behavior, but something about him softened.

The Belsires hand cupped your cheek, stroking his thumb to wipe away your tears. His buttons for eyes seemed to bore into you, intent on capturing your gaze forever.

You knew it was wrong to be so close; after all, you had been forced against your will here. You had been ripped away from reality and put into a false world of hell that was keen on making you miserable. And yet, you were able to forget all that for a moment. Even if it was just for a moment, you could feel yourself genuinely let down your guard. And it felt even more special when the Belsire whispered to you, a gentle voice of which you had hardly ever witnessed.

He spoke so dangerously close, lips ghosting over yours.

“But that isn’t the best part…" He whispered, trying to hide a small grin. “There’s more.”

The Belaire gripped your chin and turned it towards the photograph. It was still for a moment, but as he brushed his hand over the frame, the image changed. It was no longer still.

Instead, your loved ones moved. But they didn’t come to life joyfully. It wasn’t happy with smiling faces like in the image. No, it was horror. They made inaudible noises, as you watched some cry, and others scream at you from behind the glass-- banging on the picture frame. But nothing. Nothing happened. The only thing that notified you of their existence was how they moved. The Belsire planted a kiss to your neck, sitting behind you, with his arms wrapped around. He watched them beg and cry for help from next to you.

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even move. He held tightly onto you, rubbing small circles onto your shoulders. You felt yourself shivering.

You just watched. Watched as the little people from inside the frame grew tired, they became restless and started to despair. You could only watch them, feel as both betrayal and disgust and anger and sadness build up inside you.

“Now dear… aren't you happy? This must be the best Christmas present you've ever received."

You swallowed harshly, dropping the frame.

"Now, your family can be here with us…no need for your incessant whining anymore."

And just like that, the kind and doting act was replaced with his true nature. Cold and apathetic. He grinned against your cheek, and you could feel the wretchedness radiate off of him. It was all a ploy...you should've known that you'd never be able to escape.

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Have you watched the movie coraline, could you do yandere male beldam with the reader? Please...

A/N: Wow I didn’t know there was a demand for a male version of the beldam :0. Honestly I get it but… whenever I see her all my brain screams is “MILF MILF MILF” lmao. But I def get wanting to fuck a creepy other-dimension creature :0.

Male! Beldam X GN! Reader

Belsire: The male equivalent of the title beldam

TW: unhealthy relationship dynamics, violence, fear, abusive behaviors, yandere themes

“Ready or not, here I come.”

His voice wasn’t loud; he didn’t shout when searching for you with long spindly white fingers. No, it was like his voice rang out throughout the house without him even trying. His black dress shoes clicked and cluttered with each sounding step, the noise gaining closer to your hiding spot.

As the room around you morphed and changed, you sat with squinting eyes, mouth covered. The grip of your fingers began to bruise your lips, but you wouldn’t dare remove them. Bruises caused by your own will were better than what he’d give you.

It was a normal day; sure things seemed off in the house and you weren’t sure why he was being snappy, but otherwise normal. Until you decided to test his patience. It was an accident really-- you never meant to cause him harm or to upset him, but the belsire took personal offense.

“Okay.. Why don’t we play a game?”

His temperamental voice was shallow, instructing the rules of hide and seek to you. If he couldn’t find you, you would be given freedom from his wrath this time. If he did find you… Well, there would be hell to pay. This wouldn’t be a mere slap on the wrist; whenever he decided to play a “game,” your life was unquestionably on the line. His long claws would rake themselves down your back without remorse.

You shook against the wall, praying that the rack above you wouldn’t fall. You mentally cursed at yourself for not picking a better hiding spot; such a tiny closet with uneven doors left little room for comfortability or security. The shining black leather of his Oxford’s became visible through the doors’ tiny crack.

You shoved your hands harder against your mouth, trying to steady your heartbeat. It wouldn’t surprise you if he could smell your fear. A few seconds passed by, his body still blocking the closet. He didn’t move. You couldn’t even hear him breathe or see him twitch. He stood as still as a statue.

A loud crash came from the kitchen-- the sound of a glass shattering against the floor. Immediately the belsire bolted to the dining area, his shoes clacking against the floor much louder than before. Through the crack within the doors’ you saw his nimble and thin body inhumanly scrape across the ground, hungrily running towards the commotion.

You released the hold on your mouth and nose lightly, allowing yourself to breathe. It was hard not to hyperventilate, especially because you knew how close he was to finding you. You thanked whatever being was on your side to create that loud disruption.

Your breathing was getting louder, and as much as you tried to hush yourself, the sound of his feet traveling away from the kitchen made your heart beat faster. The shelf above you rumbled, it’s unsteady nails looking like they were about to give out.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

The belsire’s voice was nearly monotone, no sound of glee or even sadism ringing in the words. His absence of enjoyment or anger caused your fear to double; not knowing his motives was terrifying.

Carefully, your shaking legs crouched, allowing you to push and hold the rack of boxes and clothes that were about to fall atop of you. The belsire’s low chuckle from within the other side of the house gave you some semblance of peace, knowing you might have a chance of getting away, or at least out of this terrible hiding spot-- that was, if you could figure out how to handle this unsteady shelf.

One screw tumbled to the floor, its clinking metal hitting the floorboards. The belsire’s loud footsteps stopped, and you held your breath without the use of your hands.

Your arms were growing weak; the shelves’ weight pressing against you from above. Though your limbs shook from fear, you bit your lip and held back the urge to fall to the ground.

That was until the second screw came loose, falling to hit your shoe. All together the shelf came crashing down sideways, boxes, coats, and other miscellaneous items banging against the wall, floor, and your head. You protected your head from the falling objects, not even having enough time to register the closet doors being ripped open.

Your shaking hands were pulled out with forceful tugs, a pen hitting you harshly on the head before you were thrown against the wall. A dark mass grew in front of you, its height unimaginable.

Long, pointy fingers wrapped around your neck, tightening every millisecond. Your legs kicked and struggled to reach the ground. The belsire stood above you, his sunken in cheeks making his face look like a dagger.

“I caught you.” The belsire said with a sharp voice. You coughed in his grasp, his singular hand causing air to escape you.

“I can’t..” You tried your best to choke out words, but the belsire knew what he was doing; he knew your struggle from the bright color your face was changing to.

Letting you go, he dropped you to the floor, your back sliding against the wall. wheezing, you gripped lightly at your neck, the spot turning red and purple.

You could only manage to look at his Oxford’s and the ground-- not having enough courage to make eye contact.

“Get up.” He commanded, his hands resting awkwardly on his nimble body. You did as you were told, slowly moving and still recovering from the previous assault.

Your mind raced with thoughts, the adrenaline kicking in; as well as the complete desire to run. Instead, you shrunk in height, keeping your hands tucked near your chest. Swallowing harshly, you awaited anxiously to see what he’d make you do.

Pulling your hand, the belsire, forced you to follow his lead to the next room over. You tripped and tangled over carpets, barely able to keep up with his long strides. His cold hand ran a shiver up your spine. Looking beside him, you saw the place he began to drag you to: the basement.

Struggling and yelling you pushed away from him, not keen on going back to that dark and damp hole where he’d hold you against his freezing body, bones jabbing into your flesh. His knuckles would press firmly against your back as he forced you to sit in his grasp down there. Singing dark lullabies he'd rip you from your sanity. You'd been through that punishment before and didn’t want to go through it again.

The belsire didn’t make a sound as he dug his nails into your ribs-- throwing you over his shoulder. This man--creature-- didn’t care for your displeasure. You kicked and beat his back over and over, but he didn’t release you. Instead, unlocking the door with a key as boney as himself, the belsire pushed open the door, leading you both down into the dark hole.

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Hey 👋 I really love ❤️ your writing 🥰can you please make Yandere Beldam with pregnant reader where she attempted abortion . What would be his reactions about this? Besides she hides her pregnancy for him and attempts to abortion.

A/N: Oh boy I've honestly never written something like this, so bare with me! I really want to keep my page controversy free, so if this doesn't entice anyone, please skip! Honestly-- I think the belsire would genuinely just want to eat the mf kid, but I wanted to keep the element of yandere in here.

TW: Attempted miscarriage, implied sexual relations, possessive/obsessive behavior, abusive relationship dynamic

Male! Beldam X Fem! Reader

The belsire’s opinions and interactions with humans is incredibly important. As he puts up a faux act, it's unknown whether or not he does so to solely eat them, or because he desires something more: like love. In order to devour his victims' souls, the creature must get the person to feel a semblance of love for him; or at least, the idea of him. Whether he’s truthful in his own affectionate behavior at first is not known. He acts kindly, trying to lure them in a way to feel the same. But whether or not this is to swallow their souls or to receive the affection of another person is hidden.

For the sake of argument, Let’s assume he does feel love for his victims, which is why he lures them into his realm; he wants someone to care deeply for him, and does it to trick them into staying. In this situation, eating their souls is something he feels is necessary in order to feel the utmost love he can from that person.

You, have been stuck in his realm for a good long while now. The belsire is determined to make you provide that attention to him, as he tries to do the same. But that turns to possessiveness and obsession. Your hot and cold reactions to being sweet and kind, only to scratch and kick him upon remembering how trapped you are, makes him feel indecisive on eating you or not. He doesn’t want that love to go away; but making his victims a part of him is something he cannot help but do.

A night where you had blocked out the fact that you were trapped in this fake reality, you allowed the belsire to sleep next to you. You didn’t intend anything upon happening. You hardly even moved. But the creature lying next to you had other ideas.

“My perfect little doll is what you are.”

When you found your period was late for the past two months, and a bump was forming upon your stomach, things seemed to take a turn for the worst. You didn’t tell him; terrified of his reaction you planned on getting rid of the growing thing in your stomach secretly. You didn’t even know if it was possible to get pregnant from a thing like him, but the increasing signs began to show.

The belsire began to notice the odd new symptoms, but you feverishly lied, saying it was a growing sickness. You’d spend days in bed at a time, faking a fever or because you were in a genuine amount of pain.

Trying every natural method you could, you were on the brink of madness. Swallowing spoonfuls of cinnamon daily to hitting yourself in the stomach, nothing worked.

The creature observed you; the idea that something so human like a pregnancy could ever happen, never occurred to him. The constant change of moods and sickness were worrying but he didn’t understand until he witnessed you with a coat hanger in hand. You didn’t fully intend on acting on the idea; but the thought of raising a child with that thing who claimed to be your lover was horrifying. You just stared. The hanger looked enticing but you knew it would be painful. You were about to put it back on the wrack before the belsire walked in, noticing your uncovered stomach with the hanger in hand.

You had covered yourself in layers of clothes for the past few months in order to not arouse suspicion, but today you had lacked that disguise, assuming you’d be alone in the room.

The belsire’s cold and harsh demeanor was the same; ever since you realized he had other ideas for your best interest, (being locking you away without the company of another soul besides him) he never treated you kindly or fondly like he did for that short period of time. You were both terrified and relieved to experience his true nature, knowing he wouldn’t hide anger or fury behind a mask.

The witchly creature didn’t know what he wanted; in this sense, he wanted someone to show adoration for him, and the possibility of a child could bring upon that. He could see a real family occurring once you gave birth; and consuming a child of his own creation which had no other choice but to love him, would give him the everlasting attention he needed.

The fact that you had the idea of ripping that away from him, was infuriating. That wasn’t your intention but he wouldn’t buy it. Seeing how you could be a danger to yourself and the baby in this way, the creature wouldn’t allow you alone. You’d either be supervised, or chained in the basement.

Seeing you with that coat hanger, just the idea of it, brought an influx of emotions. He had a deep punishment in store for you, but decided against it; only for the child. This mix of DNA brewing in your stomach would bring you closer to him; he had the perfect plan. The belsire never was fond of children especially, but the love and loyalty they had for their parents brought a new world of possibility. He could manipulate it in such a way that was so easy, allowing any child to love him, to quench the affection he desired.

As you kicked and screamed, trying to break away from his long claws and white skin, the belsire felt a rush of enjoyment, knowing you’d soon find yourself even more drawn to him. He was excited to devour you, and the future being that would soon be born.

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I think you mat have mentioned that the Belsire makes his darling clothes! What kind of outfits does he make for them?

Technically yes! Considering The Belsire creates everything in his realm. He makes it all with ease, using the energy and rejuvenation the last soul gave him to make the world into a replica. It’ll look exactly like his darling’s home, from the creak in the door to the stains and scratches on the walls. Though, he’ll put special care into making the things that are special to his darling; it makes the creature feel comforted by doing so. His primary love languages are acts of service and quality time, so making something for his darling is how he shows he cares.

This man most definitely sews and knits; he’s had decades of time to pass-- whenever he’s not entertaining his next meal-- so he has learned at least a few trade skills. He’ll never admit to it, but The Belsire likes to put special outfits and carvings in his darling’s room. The items don’t stand out a whole lot from the other decorations and clothes, but there’s just a certain amount of uniqueness to his hand-crafted ornaments. Everything appears as a carbon copy, but if you look close enough, you’ll be able to tell the little quirks of differences. Whether it be the amateur-like stitching on a well-worn coat or the special binding on darling's favorite book, The Belsire will spend time making these things just so they’re there to witness.

The Belsire tends to keep the wardrobe the same for his darling; he doesn't want them to notice that he puts special care in a few of their items. Though, I imagine he has a secret stash of cute outfits he wants his darling to wear; whether it be specific fantasies or just cute clothes, he’ll make them all only to hide them away. He has a specific fantasy of darling being willing, and generally being eager to do as he says; in this sense, he’d love to see them in some sort of cute yet almost infantilizing outfit. It helps his ego to see his darling so embarrassed and shy, yet willing to proceed; it’s like a dream come true. But there are more pure scenarios, for example he likes the idea of time period pieces; maybe a frilly Victorian era blouse, or something flashy from the 70s.

It’s seen as a guilty pleasure for him to make these secret intricate outfits, because it’s not something he’d generally have a high regard for. If his darling were to ever find that stash, well… It would not be good. The spider-like being will get beyond furious (mostly out of embarrassment and shame), even if his darling doesn't say anything. Merely out of the fact that darling has some kind of power over him, is threatening. Even if his darling swore to never say anything, to never mention it again, The Belsire would still find some reason to lock them back down in the basement, just to give him peace of mind.

And, let's not forget, this creature will most definitely use his skills and fantasies as an advantage for humiliation. Did his darling do something bad again? Well be prepared to be dressed head to toe in pink and feathers. Even if his darling tries to use his little “hobby” against him at the moment, he can’t take them seriously. It’s the perfect chance for him to fulfill his egocentric fantasies, even if darling isn’t entirely willing. Nothing inflates The Belsire’s ego more than seeing his darling humiliated and begging to be let go.

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Hey!! I am in LOVE with the belsire, is there any particular way you imagine him to look, or a faceclaim?

OKAY OKAY JUST LISTEN-- I... I am a disappointment. When writing him I just thought of a dark mass in a grey pinstripe suit just. chillin there. threateningly. BUT. If I had to put a face on him...

Lets just say a Jumin Han

mixed with Erik from the phantom of the opera. But like.. maybe his disfigured trait is them button eyes?

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I loved your yandere! Male Beldam X Reader

Could you do Belsire again, but fluff this time? I love monsters, and I think they deserve some love too ✨

Wow! Everybody really liked male beldam-- super happy that he was enjoyed! and you're right anon, monsters deserve wholesomeness too >:) The og can be found here!

TW: Threats, possessive/ unhealthy behaviors, abuse 

Male! Beldam X GN! Reader

He demanded your utmost silence and stillness, watching you thread the needle in and out. You were no world class seamster, but weaving thread through a few holes wasn’t as hard as it looked. Well, it was easier when you weren’t sitting uncomfortably on someone’s lap, feeling and hearing their every move. 

The belsire for an unknown reason required your presence at the moment; you didn’t dare talk back, instead moving to the kitchen table with him, bringing your work with you. Being in the middle of sewing up a hole in his coat, you focused intently on stitching before he lifted you-- situating you onto his lap. Despite the sunken in and boney form he was left with, the belsire was indubitably strong. His fingers curled around your soft skin, digging into it to pull you slightly up. His thighs shifted sharply underneath. propping up your back against his chest, you felt surreal being in such a close position with your captor. 

A faint scent of bergamot and chamomile filled your nose. The belsires chest expanded against you as his breath hit your ear, making your hands shake. It was strange, he felt almost human like this. Often your close proximity to him was more demon-like: the cold of each finger and sunken in skin terrifying his victims to the core.

Outside, loud rushes of rain poured on and off. At the moment it’s weak thump against the roof was calming, letting you grow sleepy to the low candlelight and rhythmical in and out of your needle. Though the clearing of the belsire’s throat brought you out of that trance, making you straighten. The tips of each shoulder touched his own as you fixed your posture, making you seem more presentable. 

The creature’s hands methodically smoothened the grip of your waist, rubbing the tips of his fingers against your skin, underneath your shirt. At first you panicked, fearing he would move lower. But instead, his cold hands stayed there, drawing small circles onto the flesh. 

You were thankful he was in a good mood today; your lack of the specified clothing he had prepared would usually draw into a punishment. The belsire’s lack of harsh judgement or insulting glares almost brought genuine relief-- till he gripped harder. 

Your waist had become a malleable stress ball, the pale, tall creature’s thumbs pressing into the back of your flesh. His breath came closer, and suddenly the smell of bergamot did too. 

You felt yourself shake, bare feet growing cold. You tapped each toe against the ground lightly to keep from showing how afraid you were; playing it off as if it was a rhythmic habit. 

“Keep still. You missed a spot.” The belsire said monotonously, pointing to a gap between the thread and fabric. His jagged nail threatened to pull a few stitches out. 

You whispered the word “oh,” barely able to hide your surprise and distress. The belsire stared at your fingers, scrutinizing the way your hands quivered sewing the hole he pointed out.

Stop your incessant trembling, it’s insulting.” 

You ceased moving your feet immediately, forcing the shaking to stop. But your hands sung a different tune, continuing to move out of fear. Removing his hands from your waist, the belsire brought his long fingers against your arms, making goosebumps rise. His nimble hands covered your own, stopping your weaving with the needle. You had only a few more stitches left before finishing, it irked you but gave more unease to see him stop your work.

 There it was, his breath against your ear again. The waft of black tea and herbs you smelled every time he got near was breathtaking-- and not in a good way. 

The belsire’s fingers twitched against yours, their extreme whiteness contrasting against the fabric and your own skin tone. 

One of his hands lifted to grip your chin. The change of pressure on your knuckles and chin made you realize he was deciding whether to be firm or tender. The needle hidden beneath a mess of fingers began to poke your thumb, the pain being a small reminder that this was in fact real, and not the dream you wished it was.

His face was sunken, but not as much as it used to be. Looking at the belsire now-- he just appeared tired. Worn and sick. 

You did what you always promised you wouldn’t: you stared back at him. Instead of lowering your gaze, you made eye contact, conveying no specific emotion. 

He did the same, gazing with a bit of bored intrigue through those hollow buttons. You gave him a small, sad smile. 

You hoped he did not mistake your look for happiness; you would trade anything to leave this hellhole of a fake reality. But a part of you did feel bad. Despite it all, his grieving, almost desolate look pulled at your own emotions. 

The belsire’s face hardened, forcing your head to turn further back to stare at him. He inched closer, sharp features becoming even more terrifying as the candlelight shifted. 

“Don’t ever look at me like that,” He spat, gripping your chin harder. The freeze of his fingers dug into you, causing shivers to rise.  “Don’t you ever give me that pitied look. Do you know where you are?” 

Your body began to tremble again, dropping the needle. The belsires fingers hardened, causing your fingers to curl into a fist. His hand on your chin gripped your lower cheeks.

You continued to stare at him as he glared, his anger rising; leading no doubt to another punishment. Before he could get up and drag you to the basement again you turned and removed your hands from the belsires. Holding his face with gentleness, you did it as if not to scare or threaten him. Even though the belsires face appeared jagged and angular, it was soft and hard in the normal places like a human, truly furthering the uncanny valley he already portrayed.

Leaning in, you gave the gentlest of pecks on his cheek, not daring to go any farther.

“Calm down,” You said with risk, fully knowing the possible threat. “I didn’t look at you with pity. I understand.”

Giving him another sad smile, you stared into the empty void of buttons for eyes. The belsire stiffened, his bony hand coming up to grip your own on his cheek.

“How can a disgusting being like you understand me?”

Rhetorical and quiet, his tone was in complete contrast with the words spoken. Instead of pulling away or hurting you, he softened. The belsire moved in towards you, not even taking a glance at your lips before pressing his own on yours. They were cold and hard, but made you want to teach him gentleness. Your warm skin against his was comforting, and made you feel more secure despite the lingering threat of his mood shifting.

The belsire pushed lightly against you at first, still trying to understand how to convey the affection. You held him more firmly, moving your hands to caress his ears and hair. Small and short pecks were all you both could give, the hesitation still bubbling inside you and uncertainty in him.

Your heart pounded against your chest, but this time it wasn’t due to fear. 

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