Can I request yandere Other Mother platonic headcanons? ❤️
❝ 🕸 — lady l: I remember I used to be scared of the Other Mother when I was a kid lmao. Hope you like it and I'm sorry for any mistakes! ❤️
❝tw: technically kidnapping, manipulation, obsessive behavior and possible soul theft (?).
❝🕸pairing: platonic yandere!other mother/beldam x gender neutral!child reader.
The Beldam quickly became attached to you, though she tried to deny it at first. The Other Mother had shown obsessive behavior early on, albeit in a more subtle way but still present. She had spent so many years alone and starving for Coraline that the Beldam, though an ancient being and devoid of certain emotions, found herself yearning for companionship and food. She wanted a child to love and, ultimately, steal their soul. That was her original plan when you first moved into the Pink Palace, until she met you.
You were like a breath of fresh air to her: a naive child she could manipulate and eventually steal your soul from. The Beldam initially only wanted to lure you in and feed off of you, but the Other Mother found herself liking you and your company, and her plans to steal your soul were shelved. How could she steal your soul if she loved you so much?
Beldam soon found herself luring you into her web, with treats, gifts, and anything you could possibly want and desire, while at the same time manipulating your parents into neglecting and ignoring you so that you would be completely dependent on her.
With her, you will feel welcomed and understood, appreciated and deeply loved. Beldam wants you to be happy with her, to be her child forever, and so I see her wanting you to let her sew the buttons on your eyes, because that way, you would be stuck in your child form forever. Wouldn't that be amazing?
She is extremely manipulative and will do anything to make you want to live with her in the Other World voluntarily. Beldam will try to be as kind as possible, gentle and spoil you beyond measure. Eventually, the Other Mother will suggest putting the buttons in your eyes, but she will respect your choice if you say no at first.
Beldam is a very loving mother, always wanting to hug you and shower you with kisses. The Other Mother will cook whatever you desire and will fulfill any wishes you may have, although it is all just an illusion. There is no doubt that you will feel safe with her, loved and adored.
You will be living with her in the Other World permanently, regardless of whether you let her sew the buttons on you or not, there is no way she will let you return to your old life. Why would you hurt your own mother like that? You have everything you want with her, with a mother who truly loves you, so why go back?
She knows exactly what to say to dispel your doubts, and every time you express a desire to return to your original world, she responds with a mixture of calculated sadness and disappointment. "Why do you want to go back to that cold, uncaring place?" She whispers, her eyes filled with a pain that almost seems genuine. "Here, you have everything you want. I am your real mother, the one who will always take care of you. Your real parents never cared as much as I did."
Despite all her care, there are times when the Other Mother reveals brief glimpses of her true nature. When you frustrate her or try to defy her rules, her body is tense, and her sweetness evaporates for a moment. These glimpses, which require a little more attention, can be enough to make you question the sincerity of her love. However, before you can think too much about it, she returns to being the perfect mother, enveloping you with more promises of comfort and happiness.
Beldam is quite possessive of you. She wants to be the center of your world, for you to love only her and trust her completely, after all, she is your mother. The Other Mother is not jealous because there are only the two of you in the Other World, but she is possessive and wants you only for herself. Mother and child should never be separated, right? To her, the relationship between mother and child is sacred and unbreakable. In the Other World, she makes sure that you depend completely on her. There is no room for other influences, other people or even strong memories from your previous life.
She will punish you at times, like putting you behind a mirror and isolating you until you beg her for forgiveness, but in the end, Beldam will always pamper you and make sure that you are cultivating your love and devotion to her. And you will listen, right? Mother always knows best.
The Other Mother tries to be good to you in her own way, but her web of manipulation will only grow tighter and tighter and soon you won't remember who you used to be before you met her, everything will be forgotten and you will only remember her, your only mother. All the effort will be worth it in the end when you let her sew the buttons on your eyes and in that way, you will be stuck with her forever.
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!
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.
