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The woods are silent again today. Dead silent. For days now, there haven’t been ambient sounds lightening the air with static birdsong, crickets, or even the occasional cracking of small branches as herds of deer migrate to and from the river. Usually, a steady breeze tickles the trees, creating a familiar rush through the branches during the Autumn season, but even that seems silenced and the air is still…as if holding its breath. The afternoon storms held an ominously hushed quality as steady rain pattered across his roof and fogged his windowsill. No creature has wandered through his small muddy clearing surrounding the cabin, nor has he seen any fresh tracks in days.
Katsuki scans the surrounding scenery from the porch of his cabin, while nursing his morning cup of coffee and scowls at the spectacle. He’s lived on this mountain for years, since his parents passed and left him their vacation home. He savored the rustic scenery of the pines, the physical aspects of living off the land, and relished the peace and quiet even more. However, there was such a thing as “too quiet” and the sudden stillness that had fallen over his land for the past few days had him on edge and the little hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He gazes between the trees and into the shadows, searching for any signs of the missing wildlife or for the source of the bubble of silence that has descended upon his life, but nothing stands out and no sinister presence makes itself known. He takes a sip of his coffee and strains his hearing, but no sound issues from the property. He scuffs his boots against the worn wood of his porch just to make sure that his hearing isn’t to blame. The sound of rubber sole scraping across the wooden planks rings in the air. He can’t help the shudder that goes down his spine as he continues his inspection, can’t help that he feels like something is gazing back.
The distant sound of an old engine rumbling up his dirt driveway startles him and a little bit of hot coffee sloshes over his hand when he jumps. “Fuck,” he swears as he swaps the cup from one hand to the other and wipes his hand roughly against his faded and dirt stained jeans to get rid of the evidence of his mishap.
Only one person ever dares the jaunt up his treacherous drive during the cool rainy season. The engine rumbles to a stop when a beat up old red pickup truck rolls right up on his front lawn and a man with equally as red of hair steps out, already waving, “Katsuki! Hey man, it’s been awhile. Brought you some supplies from the Fall Fae Fest in town.”
Katsuki glares at him. “Shitty Hair, I don’t need any of that superstitious bullshit!”
Kirishima ignores him, while pulling out a box from the bed of his truck. “Yeah yeah, ya antisocial grump. I didn’t bring you any of the ‘superstitious shit.’” He air quotes to add emphasis to his point. “I brought you some apples from the orchard, Sato sent some cinnamon rolls, Sero sent some green chili, and Ochako sent one of her pumpkin pies. They all wish you’d come into town more, but they know how you are.”
“Good, then I ain’t gotta tell you that I ain’t about to eat all that sweet shit either,” Katsuki complains. He sets his coffee down on the small cafe table sitting on the porch and takes the box from Kirishima’s arms. “However, that green chili sounds like it might not suck…”
Kirishima grins widely at him, “He made it extra spicy. Just for you. Said it should practically melt your tongue off.” He winks and laughs when Katsuki’s eyes widen in veiled excitement as he pulls the tupperware out to crack the lid and smell it. Katsuki breathes in the aroma that feels like it singes his nose hairs, and closes his eyes and smiles in pure bliss.
“That man just might be my new best friend.” Katsuki cracks an eyelid to watch Kirishima’s grin fade into a look of scandalized horror.
“Awwwww C’mon Kats, I thought I was your best friend?! No one else is brave enough, with you living out here like some damn witch in the woods!” Kirishima pouts at him and Katsuki relents with a chuckle.
“Alright, Shitty Hair, you’re still my best friend, but only cuz you brought me the nectar of the gods right here…and I didn’t have to go hunting down Sero myself.” The smile ripping across Kirishima’s face is too bright and Katsuki squints at him in mirth.
The grin fades into a gentle smile. “Hey man, been hunting lately? The kids and Mina are asking for more of your venison. Mina says she’ll throw it in a stew and send you out some tubs to store in the freezer for this winter.”
Katsuki glances out at the forest. “Not yet. Haven’t been out hunting in a few days,” He answers quietly. He usually tends to stick to smaller game just to feed himself, but he usually tries for bigger game before the frost hits, tries to get a few deer for his friends in town. Mina usually pre-makes a bunch of meals out of it and sends them back with Kirishima. “Somethin’s been up with the forest and deer haven’t been coming through like usual,” he admits.
An odd look crosses Kirishima’s face and he too looks out over the property and to the treeline. “What do you mean something’s up with the forest?”
“I don’t exactly know, but just listen…”Katsuki says somberly. They both stand quietly and listen. Silence blankets them and only their shallow breaths can be heard. Even the rain drops dripping down from the full gutters are soundless.
“Dude, I don’t hear anything,” Kirishima says quietly, shifting a little uncomfortably from side to side. He palms the back of his neck like he does when he feels like he’s missing some vital piece of information.
Katsuki eyes him seriously, “Exactly. There’s no sound, Kiri. The forest has been silent for days. Not even the annoying ass woodpeckers have been making a racket. Haven’t seen an animal in days either.” Katsuki glances back at the forest, unnerved. “Something is scaring the wildlife away. Never seen it like this before in all the time I’ve been living here.”
Kirishima smirks at him, “Kats, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re spooked. It’s probably just the rainy season causing the animals to change up their routines.” Katsuki scoffs at him and raises an eyebrow.
“I ain’t scared of nothin’, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki scoffs. He eyes the forest warily. “Maybe I’ll head out later today.” His gut churns a little at the prospect and he scowls to himself for the uneasy feeling.
“Alright, just ring me up whenever and I’ll come out and grab the meat. You should come into town at some point soon. Mina and the kids would love to see you and catch up. I gotta head out, gotta get back down to the festival since I’m helping Sato with his baking stand.” Kiri leans and wraps his arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. “Oh before I forget, Ochako told me to remind you to put up some fae wards. I know you don’t believe in that ‘superstitious crap’ but I told her I’d pass along the message anyway.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and shrugs off Kirishima’s arm.
“Tell Chako thanks for the warning, but after living out here for years, I can confirm that the fae don’t exist and I sure as fuck ain’t hanging crap over my house or doing any ridiculous nonsense to appease fictional characters,” Katsuki grumbles and picks up his now cold coffee and takes a sip.
“Alright man, suit yourself. Take care of yourself. I’ll see ya later,” Kirishima jovially responds as he steps into his truck and starts the engine up. “Don’t let the monsters get ya!” He jokingly yells out the window as he pulls down the drive and the engine begins to fade the further down the dirt he drives. When the sound fades completely from his hearing, he finds himself missing the almost ambient noise as the silence settles back into place. Katsuki glares at the surrounding forest, almost defiantly, before storming back inside to store the goods Kirishima brought. If he just so happened to eat one of Sato’s cinnamon rolls…well, that was his business.
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Later that afternoon, Katsuki is throwing on his boots and gun over his shoulder next to his backpack on his porch preparing to head out in search of deer, when he hears it. The silence bubble over his land pops when a stark dark laugh echoes through the air. It’s deep and menacing, almost taunting and Katsuki jumps. What the actual fuck?
Shivers rake up and down his spine and he carefully takes his gun off his shoulder, flicks the safety and aims it out towards the forest. Aiming is difficult, as the sound seemed to come from all around him and not in one specific direction. “Who the fuck is out there?!” He yells into the open air and pauses for a response, but none is forthcoming. He stands completely still and absorbs the absolute silence for a few moments, his ears almost aching from straining them so hard, searching for the source of the sound. Katsuki steps down off of his porch, only hearing his quiet footsteps and the creaking of the boards beneath his boots. “I know you’re out there! Fuckin declare yourself! This is private property and you’re trespassing.” He hollers into the still trees as his boots meet the dirt. He swings his gun in an arc from left to right, still listening intently with all of his senses on alert.
He begins to think that maybe he imagined the sound as he approaches the shadows of the trees surrounding his land. His heart rate is beginning to settle from the frantic pounding back into a normal rhythm and he begins to think that his hearing is playing tricks on him. He still has his gun at the ready as he passes into the shady muddy ground beneath thick pine trees. The ground is littered with pine needles, pine cones and twigs settled deep into the mud. A branch snaps under his boots and he jumps again, his heart skittering out of time. He draws in a deep breath and chastises himself for being skittish. Ridiculous…there’s nothing but him and the wildlife out here. Ain’t nothin’ to be scared of.
His shoulders draw back and he flicks the switch on the safety before slinging the gun back over his shoulder for his hike to the river. He has hunting to do, no point in acting like prey. He scoffs at himself. He knows these woods better than anyone, he’s got nothing to worry about. His boots make soft squishing sounds as he treads further into the forest, scanning the surrounding area for any signs of wildlife on the trail.
After a long while of searching, only the silent trees to keep him company, he checks his watch. The river near his house is only a half an hour’s walk from his cabin on this same trail. He has yet to see any footprints, paw marks, tufts of fur, or scratches from antlers on trees… anything to suggest life in the forest. He checks for familiar landmarks that he usually sees when he makes the trek inland. He should have reached the river by now. He glances back along the trail, the same trail he’s used for the many years he’s lived here and notices that there’s no familiar landmarks. How had he wandered so far and not noticed? He checks his watch again, when he notices that the second hand hasn’t moved. His watch has stopped. How long has passed? He taps the glass facing expectantly, but neither of the hands move a fraction. He glances toward the canopy top to check the sun’s position but is unable to see it through the thick foliage overhead. There’s still the dim glow of sunlight filtering through the trees. He turns in a circle trying to determine how far off the trail he had wandered, but can’t seem to even find the trail he had used to trek into this point.
Panic is beginning to rise in his chest and his breathing has become sharper and he pulls the pack from his back and frantically digs to the bottom, the only sound in the air is his quick rummaging. He’s hunted these lands for years and never managed to get lost, how is it that he doesn’t know where he is…
At last, he finally pulls out the compass (that he only keeps packed for emergencies-he’s never even had to use the damn thing before) and pops the top. Inside the needle is whirring, almost hypnotizing as it spins in circles over and over, never stopping on one of the cardinal directions that he needs to find his way home. What the fuck? How is this possible? He taps the glass covering the needle to attempt to still it, but it stubbornly continues to spin in a furious vortex. He snaps the lid shut and pockets the useless device. Annoying.
He stubbornly picks up his pack and attempts to trudge back the way he came, and tries to track his own fading footprints in the mud… After only a few feet, the footprints disappear and unease settles deep into his body. He has no idea if it’s the correct direction, but his gut is telling him not to remain in one spot for too long. Electricity dances along his nerves making all of his senses hypersensitive and he knows that his fight or flight has been activated. He knows that panicking will do him no good, but he has to keep moving. He’s got enough food and water for two days in his pack, and he needs to find his way back. It doesn’t help that he feels like someone or something is watching him from the surrounding trees.
He walks for what feels like hours. His feet tired and aching, his boots soaked through with mud when he stops to rest on a fallen log. His shoulders ache from carrying his pack and stubbornly, he keeps attempting to pull out the compass to check to see if it has yet to stop spinning and then scowls at it when it refuses to point the way. The sun has begun to dim through the trees and he knows instinctively that evening has settled over his land. He’s not even sure if he’s even still on his land. He owns several acres of land running up and down the river, including the plot that his cabin sits on and all of those surrounding it, but he doesn’t recognize this particular spot or any that he’s been across this entire afternoon. He’s already crossed his own footsteps a few times and knows that he’s wandering in circles. “Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters to himself. He curses himself for not owning a cell phone like Kirishima had repeatedly entreated him to get. He only has a landline back at the cabin.
He pulls out a water bottle and takes a swig before putting on his heavy jacket strapped to his pack. The nights can be frigid this time of year and already his breath is condensating in front of him in little puffs of steam. Luckily, he’d worn his gloves. He’s always hated his hands being cold. Normally, he’d try to build a fire, but during the wet season it was next to impossible. He scoots down to a branch on the log and settles back against the sturdy trunk to rest a bit. He’s getting too worked up about being lost and stressing himself out. He closes his eyes.
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Darkness has fully fallen when he reopens them what feels like only moments later. He glances around trying to get his eyes to adjust to the absolute darkness around him. His heart rate spikes a bit in the silent blackness. As his eyes adjust he notices small rays of moonlight peaking between the branches and creating small speckles on the forest floor that barely allow Katsuki to see outlines of the trunks of trees closest to him. His hands are ice cold and he can feel a thin layer of frost settling over his cheeks. He breathes into his hands in an effort to warm them.
“Lost, Little one?” a deep gravelly voice asks quietly next to him and he falls backward against the log, as his heart jumps into his throat. He looks around wildly, but sees nothing and no one. His hand scrambles for his rifle in the dark, and when he grabs it and automatically clicks the safety to off, he swings the gun wildly in the dark to find the person who had spoken.
“Who the fuck are you? Show yourself!” Katsuki yells hoarsely. His throat is aching a little from being out in the cold for so long. His breaths come in short violent bursts as his nerves sing with adrenaline.
“Such a feisty little thing,” the voice murmurs behind him and Katsuki swings his gun in that direction and takes an involuntary step backwards away from the log that he’d been resting on. Where the hell is he? Who the fuck would be out here?
“Stop playing games! Who are you and what do you want?” Katsuki growls, and continues to swing the gun from point to point, seeing nothing but stagnant tree trunks and small shafts of moonlight. All of the hair on Katsuki’s body is standing at attention and blood is rushing in his ears. He strains his hearing, but only his pounding heart and unsteady breaths meet his ears.
He feels a touch at the back of his neck and he whirls, aiming his gun, only to be greeted by nothing. “So pretty…” the voice coos softly.
Katsuki grits his teeth and forces his hands to stop shaking. “You are on private property. You need to leave,” he grits out. This is just a person fucking with him. He can deal with an annoying dumbass in the dark.
“Hmmm…private huh?…You settled in my woods, human,” the voice purrs. Katsuki turns in a circle, holding his gun steady against his shoulder, looking for any shadow out of place, some hint of a physical body. Human? What the fuck…
A nervous huff rises from Katsuki unbidden. “Your woods? I’ve owned this land for over two years.”
The voice chuckles deep and the sound echoes around him through the trees and seems to sink into his bones and send chills up his spine. “I’ve ruled these woods for centuries. I’ve been magnanimous enough to allow you to remain here. I’ve never had a human before... Such a pernicious and pervasive species, always in large groups and destroying things that aren’t theirs, but then there’s you…delectable in your solitude and quiet life on my land. Isn’t that right, Kat-su-ki…”
Shock floods his system and he murmurs breathlessly, “How the fuck do you know my name?”
The voice hums softly, then tuts at him chidingly, “Katsuki, hasn’t anyone ever told you that names hold power? Your friend just so casually called out for you, and of course, I happened to be listening. Been listening for days…just to find your lovely name, Katsuki…such a pretty name for such a pretty human. Don’t you know that you should never give your name to a fae?...” The voice drifts off the end, teasing and letting the implication hang in the air. He doesn’t want to believe it. There’s just no way.
“The fae don’t exist,” Katsuki insists stubbornly, but internally the wheels are turning overtime running through all of his observations from the past week or so leading up to the town’s annual fae fest. Ochako had frequently warned him to be careful of the fae up in his woods. Up until the last week of his life, he would have chalked it all up to superstitious bullshit and told her to fuck off. But some things were too concrete for him to ignore. The animals vacating his land, the bubble of silence that only seemed to be sitting over his land, his getting lost in a forest that he knew intimately and traveling in circles, the spinning compass, the stopped watch, the inability to see the form that was talking to him out of seemingly thin air…All of these things had Katsuki questioning his reality and challenging all of his preconceived notions.
He scrambled in his mind to remember any and all of the things Ochako had spouted at him over the years about the fae and all he could remember was to always carry salt (which he had none on him) and to wear iron. How many times had she tried to give him jewelry made of the stuff, only for him to deny her? He was a damn fool and he was fucked… He’d heard rumors of disappearances, of bodies in the woods, of changelings, fairy rings, etc. He’d always just dismissed them, but now his mind was running through the possibilities. He resists the urge to remove his hand from his rifle to rub at his temples where a migraine was beginning to settle.
A phantom hand brushes through Katsuki’s ashen blonde locks and he shudders and jumps away. “I can see you thinking way too hard, little one. Such a struggle…my little non-believer. I’ve never come across any wards on your property. You may as well have put out a welcome mat for me, Katsuki. Who am I to decline such an invitation? I’ve been watching since you came to my land, waiting to see your worth.”
The itch to run is running rampant in his skin, his muscles tense and anticipatory. His instincts scream DANGER to him and the urge to flee overtakes him. Now, Katsuki hasn’t run from a damn thing in his entire life…but before he knows it, his feet are lifting and he’s weaving between the trees, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. He straight up abandoned his pack and slung his gun to his back before taking off. Fuck This …
His eyes struggle to make out the figures of trees as he bobs and weaves, while trying to avoid roots sticking up out of the ground and puddles that look a little deep in the wet bogs of the forest. “Oooo little human, I do enjoy a good chase,” The gravelly voice whispers right next to his ear and Katsuki veers and turns to run the other way and straight into a sudden bank of fog that appears in front of him. He has a brief moment of relief pass over him as it occurs to him that he might be able to lose the creature in the dense white cloud creeping slowly over the ground “You can’t hide from me,” it taunts, licking up the shell of Katsuki’s ear with a very corporeal wetness.
He screams in fear and doesn’t see the large sunken log up ahead of him shrouded by murky darkness. Knees collide first, followed by his hips and he’s immediately knocked backwards to the ground…his head hitting the ground with a solid wet splash.. Black spots dance across his vision as pain radiates up his leg and back from the collision. “Fuck,” he groans. The rifle is digging into his back, metal and wood grinding down into the mud beneath him. He places his gloved palms down and attempts to rise.
“If you insist, little human,” The voice says right above him and a black clawed hand reaches out of the fog and drags down his chest, blood rippling to the surface between the shreds of his jacket and shirt.
He screams as the claws clutch at his abdomen. “Oh dear, such delicate skin. It would be so easy to kill you, wouldn’t it?” The creature hums as if considering and surprised by the situation. Katsuki scrambles to roll to his side and pull away from the creature enough to get his gun out from beneath him. He manages to pull the gun from under him and turns it to aim.
“ Don’t.” The simple word has Katsuki freezing, the gun frozen, aiming in front of him as water droplets run down from the barrel. “ Katsuki, throw the gun away from you.”
Katsuki’s hands shake as the sudden command takes over him and his body responds before he even has a chance to fight it, tossing the gun away where it lands a few feet from him with a splash. “What the hell?” His hands are shaking so bad and his whole body feels like a bow string pulled taut. How the hell did that happen? Why would his body betray him? It’s like his body won’t listen to him at all. Blood continues to run down his front as he sits on the frozen ground arms still outstretched from tossing the gun to the side.
“Katsuki, I told you…names have power,” the voice whispers above him. A black claw reaches from the fog and strokes his cheek with a gentle caress. “ See me, Katsuki ,” it demands. Katsuki’s arms drop to his sides and his eyes are instantly drawn to the space in front of him.
From the fog, a body begins to emerge attached to the dangerous black claw that grasps his chin tightly. Tall and broad, a man-like figure appears slowly crouched over Katsuki, fading into existence. Snow white shaggy hair appears over pale milky skin. Slightly pointed ears peek from beneath tufts of the snowy locks, and tall black ridged horns curl back from his crown much like the mountain rams that Katsuki very rarely sees further up the mountain from his cabin. Katsuki’s gaze is pinned by glowing cerulean eyes that flicker and shift as though containing azure fire within. Patches of skin cover this creature’s musculature in unique patches in swirling purple lines that move beneath his skin, curling and wrapping around each other in hypnotizing movements. They glow faintly purple as they twist about. Katsuki distinctly registers that it can be none other than magic. It’s with a vague sense of detachment that Katsuki notes that this creature is naked and towering over him, at least a foot and a half taller than his own height while crouching, and struggles to keep the intense blue gaze that feels like it’s igniting his skin from the outside in. He wants to look away. He wants to run. He wants… He risks a glance down and his eyes widen at the large ridged appendage openly swinging between the creature’s legs. He swallows dryly and licks his lips. For years, Katsuki has always kept his sexuality to himself, often considered himself Ace, but damn if he isn’t simultaneously aroused and terrified of this creature. What the fuck is the matter with him? His gaze quickly skips back up to the creature’s eyes that are devouring him with a hunger he’s never seen in a human expression.
The blackened claws shift over Katsuki’s chin and slide down to his neck and grip him loosely. Katsuki’s body shakes slightly…with terror and adrenaline…but also, with something else that he hasn’t ever felt in his life. As his harsh breaths release and condense in front of his face, he can’t describe the cloying feeling working through his guts. He knows he should fight, but some invisible force holds him captive. “What are you?” His voice is soft and shaky, holding a sense of wonder and fear that he instantly resents.
The creature smiles wide with glistening sharpened fangs. His eyes dance with a predatory satisfaction. “I already told you, Katsuki…your kind often picture us as tiny little creatures with delicate wings and pesky personalities.” The creature leans in close and Katsuki attempts to shrink back but the hold on his neck tightens and pins him in place, as the creature nuzzles his cheek against Katsuki’s then runs his nose lightly up the curve of Katsuki’s neck before deeply inhaling through his nose. “Isn't reality much more amusing?” He whispers against Katsuki’s ear and makes him shiver uncontrollably.
“What do you want?” Katsuki can’t stop as the low words tumble quietly from his mouth unbidden.
The claws tighten around his throat, straining Katsuki’s breathing and he gasps and involuntarily tilts his head back. The fae leans in close again and licks over Katsuki’s parted lips. “I already have what I want, Katsuki.” Some of Katsuki’s ire rises as it sinks in that he’s been lured here with a yet unknown purpose. He’s not going out without a fight. He searches the creature’s gaze to try and search out its purpose.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” He growls as he tries to rise from his position and pushes against the hand holding him tightly. “Let me fuckin’ go!” He squirms but his body won’t obey. Why the fuck won’t his body move?!
“ Silence. Kneel for me. ” Katsuki’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click of his jaw. The fae’s claws release and Katsuki’s eyes widen as his body is suddenly moving without his prompting like a puppet on taut strings and he’s shifting onto his knees sinking into the cold mud.
Anxiety races through Katsuki at being in such a vulnerable position, his chin tucked against his chest and hands resting gently on the tops of his folded legs. He tries to open his mouth when he manages it, no sound comes out. The creature bends down closer and inspects Katsuki’s wounded chest and abdomen, tracing down bloody gouges lightly and pulling away the shredded jacket and tossing it to the side, completely oblivious to Katsuki’s panicked expression. He rips off Katsuki’s gloves, then slices through the remaining thermal shirt lying underneath with ease and bares Katsuki’s upper half to the bitingly cold air. The chilly air stings against five long lacerations and makes them feel achingly hot while causing his nipples to harden against the unforgiving temperature. Katsuki watches as the creature’s claws abruptly fade away and in their place are smooth rounded human fingertips attached to long and slender, yet strong fingers and a pale milky hand with the same magical swirling design around the wrist. He watches as the fingers press down upon the cuts and he grunts in pain, as blood wells to surface and coats the fingertips. Katsuki watches with a morbid fascination as the fingers leave his skin and he can’t help breathe a sigh of relief as they depart. The creature brings the fingers to its lips and a long pointed black tongue pokes out to lick away at the blood. Katsuki’s eyes widen in horror at the smile that widens eerily across the fae’s face.
“So sweet, Katsuki. You’re going to be so sweet for me, aren’t you?” The fae croons at him. Katsuki’s face morphs into a glare and he attempts to tell the fae exactly what he fuckin’ thinks of all this, but no sound issues from his throat, only a raspy exhale. His eyes narrow on the creature as it looks on, amusement dancing in those electric blue eyes. Katsuki tries to move and his limbs are shaking with the effort, but he’s unable to move even a fraction of an inch from his current position. “ Be Calm, Katsuki. I’m not going to hurt you…much. Humans are such delicate beings after all.”
All of Katsuki’s limbs settle into a numb sort of calm, a low fog creeping over his mind and making him cease his resistance. Why was he fighting again? A pleasant sort of tranquility eclipses his being and he feels the tension leak from his body. His eyes droop a little in a sedated fashion. This feels nice.
“There we go, little one. So good for me.” Katsuki’s mind glows at the praise in his serene state. He can be good, he thinks. No one has ever called him good before. The creature leans in close and observes him up and down. “I’m beginning to see the appeal of why my brethren keep humans as pets.” The fae reaches out from his crouched position in front of Katsuki, and runs a hand through his hair and Katsuki can’t help but lean into the touch. It’s so cold and the fae’s palm is warm, almost too warm against his scalp. He craves the warmth in his very core. The fae is so close to him and he can feel the body heat radiating off of the fae’s bare skin. He aches to get closer. “Well…aren’t you affectionate, now that you’re all nice and calm for me.”
Blunted fingernails rake over his scalp and Katsuki whimpers lightly as his cock jumps in his pants. He doesn’t feel concerned about it, just merely acknowledges it briefly before focusing back on the creature in front of him. He doesn’t remember the last time someone has touched him like this. Those fingers wrap solidly in his hair and yank backwards, exposing his neck, while the other hand runs reverently down his chest. A moan builds in Katsuki’s chest, but comes out silent and aborted as a gust of air through his nose.
“I’ve decided I want all of those sounds, Katsuki. Don’t hold them back from me ,” the fae growls low and deep while tweaking one of Katsuki’s nipples, eyes lighting up when a low guttural groan comes forth. The fae leans forward and licks over Katsuki’s lips and seals their lips together in a rough kiss. When was the last time he was kissed? His long black tongue forces its way between Katsuki’s lips and licks the roof of his mouth and over his blunt teeth. Sharp fangs puncture Katsuki’s bottom lip in a sudden bite and he gasps out at the pain of it and the slight bitter metallic tang of his own blood hits his tongue. The fae sucks gently on the wound and licks over it hedonistically. “I want you out of these clothes… Take them off ,” the fae commands against his mouth.
The calm that had settled over him is quickly morphing into simmering heat, spreading from his core to his very fingertips. He stands quickly as his hands fly to his boots and he quickly unlaces them, followed by his soaking socks that he piles next to them. He yanks his freezing and wet jeans down, along with his boxers and adds them to the pile.
As he stands there naked in the woods, a sense of embarrassment leaks steadily through his calm daze and he can feel the blush rise to his cheeks and warms the frozen tips of his ears. The fae eyes him for a very long moment, when Katsuki notices a layer of blue flame erupting over the fae's body and the purple tattoos writhe and glow against his skin. Those blue eyes are glowing in the darkness, beacons honing Katsuki’s attention, devouring his newly revealed body.
The snap of the fae’s fingers makes Katsuki jump as the earth beneath their feet gives a great rumble and twisting vines erupt from the ground around the fae and begin curling in a mass behind him. The sound of creaking and snapping of the vines zaps through Katsuki’s consciousness and the sound assaults his ears after so many days in silent stillness and he can’t help but close his eyes and cover his ears with his palms. For a brief moment, terror strikes through the manufactured calm that the fae had imposed upon him, but as the sound lessens Katsuki is able to remove his palms. “Open your eyes, Katsuki, and come here.” The order strikes him and he immediately opens his eyes to the sight of the fae sitting on a giant throne made of timber and vines right in the middle of the forest floor. The sight is regal and majestic of this massive fae male sitting atop the throne, covered in a gentle blue fire, with magical purple lines writhing over his skin, completely nude… and Katsuki can’t help the feeling of smallness, of insignificance that creeps over him in the presence of such power. Katsuki’s toes squish in the cold mud as he tentatively moves forward one step at a time.
As he nears the throne, the fae holds out a hand and the fire covering him extinguishes. Katsuki’s cold, mud streaked fingers grasp the hand and warmth spreads throughout his freezing, dripping body. “Come here, little one. Sit on my lap.” Katsuki doesn’t feel the command in his body like he normally does, but to defy such power would be idiocy he decides. He crawls into the fae’s lap and sits his bare ass over a heated thigh. “There we are, Katsuki.” The fae reaches his arm and slides a palm up Katsuki’s backside and cuffs the back of his neck in strong fingers, while the other hand strokes up Katsuki’s thigh. Goosebumps raze Katsuki’s skin in the wake of the palm brushing over his skin and the fingers at his neck put gentle pressure against his pulse point. The position should make him feel exposed and vulnerable, but underneath the fae’s order, he feels nothing but calming safety.
The fae watches him carefully, Katsuki can feel his eyes roving over his skin, while he stares down at the hand stroking gently up and down his thigh, entranced. “ Katsuki, Look at me. ” Katsuki’s eyes snap to the fae automatically and he feels like he’s drowning in cerulean depths. “If I give you your speech back, do you promise to be a good boy?” The fae asks in a low soothing tone. Katsuki initially tries to speak, but only an exhale comes out, so instead he nods. “Good boy, you may speak .”
Katsuki clears his throat with uncertainty, unsure as to what he should say now. He keeps his gaze glued to the fae’s and instead voluntarily chooses silence. The fae raises a brow at him, but Katsuki merely gazes back and shrugs a shoulder. He hadn’t been waiting to speak. At this point, it seems unnecessary. He can feel the giant cock below his legs give a twitch of interest.
The fae smiles and for the first time it looks warm and inviting, not the same dangerous grin from before. The fae’s grip on his neck tightens slightly and the pressure makes Katsuki feel a little lightheaded. Eye contact breaks as the fae leans down to nip and suck along Katsuki’s jaw. “Such a beautiful human, so obedient for me.” Katsuki groans as the hand on his thigh travels up to his chest and scratches lightly over a nipple.
“Not obedient…” Katsuki mumbles out, then grimaces as he realizes he said it out loud.
The fae chuckles against his skin. “Really? If I were to rescind my previous orders, I bet you’d still be right here in my lap, little one. When was the last time you were touched, Katsuki?”
Katsuki blushes and gazes down at the hand running over his chest with a firm hand. “I don’t know,” he admits quietly. A sense of amazement comes over Katsuki in this moment that he’s having such a personal conversation with a stranger, with a creature of mystical lore that up until a few hours ago he didn’t believe existed outside of fairy tales.
“Touch-starved, beautiful, and obedient,” the fae lists out almost to himself, “perfect for me.” The fae says it quietly before the touch on Katsuki’s chest travels down, over his abs and sore cuts, and presses firmly against his navel before traveling further through ash blonde curls and wrapping around his hard and leaking cock firmly. Katsuki moans, having not even realized he was hard and aching until that hand ignited all of his nerve endings and drew his undivided attention.
“Oh, do you like being touched here, Katsuki?” The fae whispers against his ear and Katsuki nods. “And what about other places, little one?” Long strong fingers give Katsuki’s cock a single stroke, before they navigate in a light touch over his balls. The hand on Katsuki’s neck yanks him backwards forcing him to recline against the throne’s arm rest. The fae scoops up both of his legs and pulls them up onto the throne before spreading them wide all in an instant so fast Katsuki could even follow it with his eyes. His heart is beating nearly so fast as to pound through his ribcage, both at the show of strength and the now exposed position he’s been pulled into. “There we go, that’s better,” the fae murmurs. His fingers return to Katsuki’s balls and lightly trace over the skin, making Katsuki shiver. Anticipation is building in his gut and a single whine escapes him before he bites his lip to stop it. He has some fuckin’ pride, damnit.
Electric blue eyes narrow on him and he shrinks a little on himself. “Katsuki, I told you not to withhold sounds from me, especially those ones. I want to hear what I’m doing to you. Fae are selfish creatures and I want it all. Do not hide from me, ” the fae growls.
Katsuki is glued to those glowing blue eyes that are so intense, Katsuki feels like his skin is burning. Katsuki’s legs fall open wider as the command sinks in. “Much better.” Fingers continue on their journey and a gasp whooshes from Katsuki’s lungs as they find his quivering hole. They brush over the soft puckered skin there and Katsuki squirms a little in the fae’s hold. “Do you also enjoy being touched here, little one?”
Katsuki has never been touched there before but suddenly he finds himself enjoying the gentle rubbing against the tight entrance. “I th-think so…” he stutters out unsure. He scowls to himself for his own demure answer.
“Hmmm…” the fae hums in thought. “You’ve never been touched properly before. I will be the first. How entertaining.” Warm flames lick up and over the fae’s body and the cock trapped beneath Katsuki’s prone body is now digging solidly into Katsuki’s back and leaking across his skin. Katsuki is surprised that the flames don’t burn him, but merely lick little rolling waves of heat over his body. Sweat drips down his forehead as the heat sweeps over him. It feels like hundreds of hands are rubbing over his body all at once and he groans as his cock hardens to a near painful level. Fuck what is this magic? The fae is raptly watching his reactions, and his face stretches in the smile of discovery. “You can feel my magic, Little one?”
“Fuck yes…” Katsuki moans out. The flames around him grow stronger and wrap around his body like swaddling an infant. All he can feel is heat and touch surrounding him and stroking his body. All of his nerve endings are stimulated and buzzing. He writhes in the fae’s lap and his cock leaks in a steady stream. The fae isn’t even touching him anymore. The fae leans back, crooks his arm on the armrest next to Katsuki’s head and puts his chin on his hand while he watches Katsuki squirm in pleasure.
“How unexpected,” the fae says, “But definitely not unwelcome.” The fae continues to watch as Katsuki arches and pants heavily from his mouth. How is this possible? He feels ready to cum, the burning is building in his core and he feels like he’s going to explode front the inside out.
“Fuck. Please!” He shouts. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, just knows that he needs the release. It’s all so overwhelming, the pleasure intense and scrambling his brain to the point that he starts begging and whining. Blue eyes glow with his mounting pleasure and his garnet gaze cannot look away. “ Cum for me, Katsuki ,” the fae orders.
Katsuki’s eyes widen before rolling back as a tsunami of pleasure crashes through him with undue violence. His cock twitches violently as it feels like it’s sucked into a warm vacuum and streams of cum spray wildly from its tip. Brutal shivers race over Katsuki’s body and sweat pours down his face as the stimulations and flames suddenly die out and he’s left feeling wrung out and his hole is spasming aching to be filled in the absence of feeling. Holy fuck…what was that?
“Fascinating,” the fae whispers. The fae reaches out and runs two fingertips over Katsuki’s spend on his stomach and brings it to Katsuki’s lips. Some internal compulsion has Katsuki sticking his tongue out and licking the spend from between the fae’s fingers. The fingers are unceremoniously shoved between his lips and he looks to the fae for direction as he suckles on the tips. “ Take them deeper, Katsuki .” Katsuki instinctively pulls the fingers deeper and they settle heavily on his tongue, as he laves between them. The fae groans over him and pushes them deeper still until they are as far as they can go without Katsuki choking. The fae’s eyes are alight and a low blue flame has settled over his body. Katsuki has learned to associate the sight with the fae’s intense arousal and a warmth settles within him that he’s pleasing his master. Wait…master. Where the fuck did that come from. Katsuki goes to jerk backwards at the thought. He doesn’t submit to anyone or anything. What the fuck is he doing here?
The calm he had felt up to this point is beginning to fade and in its place confusion was beginning to rise. It’s as if the post-nut clarity slammed into him and knocked the fae’s order of calmness aside to make room for defiance and panic. The fae quickly pulls his fingers from Katsuki’s mouth and his eyes glow intensely. “Katsuki, Tell me what you’re thinking . I can feel you fighting me,” the fae suddenly orders.
Katsuki stubbornly shuts his mouth in an effort to defy the order, but the pull in his body is fuckin strong. He bites his lips together until the bottom one is bloody. “ Tell me now, Little One .”
Katsuki’s mouth opens of its own accord and words come spilling out frantically, “I wanted to call you master, but I won’t serve anyone. I don’t fuckin’ take orders from anyone.” Katsuki’s hands fly to his mouth and he covers it to prevent any more from spilling out.
The fae laughs deep and booming and the sound echoes through the trees around them. It’s the same sound that he heard when he was leaving his cabin for his hunt and shivers race up his spine with the recollection of the sound. “Little one, you never had a choice. I can make you serve me. I can make you do things you’ve never even dreamed of. The moment I had your name, you lost all of your free will... You are mine now until I decide otherwise. However, I love how your little mind works. I think I would also like you to call me Master,” the fae growls next to Katsuki’s ear. Katsuki shudders and goes to argue, but a hand clamps over his mouth. “ I will be your Master, Katsuki, and for being naughty…you will only speak when spoken to. ” Katsuki feels the command slam over him, possessive and ironclad, making him gasp at the power it reigns down upon him.
The fae looks upon him with a confidence that makes Katsuki itch with inferiority and he drops his gaze in the presence of his master. “ Now, let’s try this again. You’re going to be calm and obedient for me, aren’t you, Little One? Another layer of command sinks over Katsuki and a hint of a smile plays around Master’s lips that Katsuki can see in his peripheral vision. He keeps his gaze solidly in his lap.
“Yes, Master,” he replies simply. He can be good. Master expects it. A light chuckle reverberates next to his body and his body is pulled closer over Master’s lap.
“Hmmm maybe I should have started this way…” Master muses quietly to himself. It’s not a question, not spoken to him, so he’s not required to answer. Something is out of tune beneath his skin, but Katsuki doesn’t know what it is. He wants to address it, needs to say something…He’s not sure what, but Master has asked him to only speak when spoken to. He needs to obey. “Humans are such interesting creatures. They just need to be guided.”
A hand runs down Katsuki’s belly with a firm pressure, before cupping his dick and balls together. “ Look at me Katsuki, ” Master commands. Katsuki complies immediately, their eyes snapping together like two magnets. “ You will not cum until I say so. ” That same hand runs down over his balls, his taint and finally stops over his entrance. A finger presses lightly against it and begins to circle it. The finger is warm and dry. Katsuki distantly worries about the dryness, but he’ll leave it to the Master to decide. “So tight here, Katsuki. You’re going to feel so good taking all of me.” A small bolt of alarm screams through Katsuki at the thought of the monster beneath his legs. He’ll never be able to fit it inside.
“I see you thinking, little one. You’re so cute when you’re afraid, but what have I done to frighten you this time?” Master asks with a raised eyebrow.
Katsuki frowns to himself, not wanting to upset master, but he was asked a direct question. “It’s too big, Master. It won’t fit.”
A roaring laugh fills the trees and Katsuki flinches from the sound. A blush settles about Katsuki, making his cheeks and ears feel like they’ve been drenched in Master’s fire. He doesn’t think what he said was particularly funny, but Master seems to think so.
“Oh? Is that all?” Master asks, still chuckling. Katsuki nods seriously. “Oh little human, I promise, we’ll make it fit.” Master is back to circling his hole, the fingers much warmer this time and Katsuki sighs when one of them presses in, just the tip. Master’s other hand lands on his belly and pushes down with a firm pressure. Suddenly, he sees the swirling magic lines light up bright and the warmth of the flames is back and cradling Katsuki from the palm on his belly. He feels tingling radiate across his skin and he groans as it spreads a rolling pleasurable ache throughout his guts. His dick hardens instantly and his tip begins to leak. Fuck…what was that?
A sudden gush of wetness leaks from his hole, and his eyes widen in alarm at the foreign feeling. The question is on the tip of his tongue, but his silence holds and Master smirks at him mischievously. “Just a little something to help you along, Little One.” Katsuki’s hole begins to warm and tingle… the little internal buzz radiating deep into his channel and over his prostate. A high pitch whine crawls its way out of his throat and his back arches as the feeling intensifies. “How does it feel, Katsuki?” Master arches a perfect eyebrow at him in question.
Katsuki writhes as he struggles to comprehend what he’s feeling and the intense pleasure the wetness is sparking through his lower body, before he gasps out, “Feels good. Fuck…” He aches for something…anything. His balls are pleasantly aching and he feels the pressure built in his guts, sitting precariously close to being pushed over the edge. His hands automatically reach for his dick, but before he can make contact they are harshly gripped by the creature above him.
“ Your pleasure is mine and mine alone, Katsuki. You will not touch yourself. Don’t forget that you are not to come before I tell you.” Master’s intense stare pins Katsuki beneath him, flames licking dangerously within those azure orbs. Master switches his grip to hold both of Katsuki’s wrists in one hand and yanks both of them above his head and against the arm of the throne. A vine from the weaving of the throne shoots out and wraps itself tightly around his wrists in place of Master’s hands and binds him securely to the arm. A subdued sort of panic shoots through Katsuki forcing him to pull against the vines to test their integrity, as helplessness settles into his bones, layered beneath the command for calm. Once the realization that he’s truly trapped and at his Master’s mercy, the feeling settles and fades into the background. He was told to be good and be calm. He can do that. His focus hones back in on the pleasure radiating through his lower body, causing him to again strain against the vines unintentionally.
“Good Boy, so beautiful and submissive for me,” Master growls as he watches Katsuki struggle and squirm in his lap, his gaze hungry and predatory. Katsuki begs him with his eyes for release, for relief against the overwhelming sensations. Master grins and wraps one hand firmly at Katsuki’s base and squeezes tightly making Katsuki gasp and groan. His other hand pinches one of Katsuki’s nipples harshly and the flames flare around his hands startling Katsuki with intense heat. He bucks wildly as the pressure in his balls increases and his dick leaks profusely. The hand around his cock abruptly releases and his legs are yanked roughly, spreading them even more obscenely wide before a finger is thrust abruptly into his tight sopping hole. Katsuki can’t help the guttural shout that escapes him and his eyes clench closed, as his previously untouched hole gives way for the intruding digit. There’s a brief burning sensation that overpowers the tingling of whatever the liquid his body is now secreting like a faucet. “That’s it pet… Open those pretty eyes. Look at me. ”
Katsuki’s eyes open swiftly and meet the fiery eyes of his Master and he can’t look away as his body continues to tremble and arch. Without looking away, his Master begins thrusting his finger in and out. Katsuki clenches tightly around his Master’s finger, feeling the inexplicable need to suck it deeper into himself. “So tight for me, Little One. This hole is going to feel so good around my cock.” With his other hand, his Master places his hand on Katsuki’s navel and pushes down hard, while a second finger is added to his gushing hole. His moan echoes in the trees around them and his Master smiles showing fangs. Katsuki needs to cum like he needs his next breath. Air is sawing roughly in and out of his lungs at the same pace as the thick digits pushing into him, stroking his prostate at steady intervals.
Katsuki wants to scream. He wants to beg his Master to let him come, but all he’s capable of is grunts and moans as he receives the pleasure his Master deigns to give him. Another finger is added and the burn hits him harsher this time causing him to grunt and still, attempting to let it pass. His Master pauses, letting him adjust before continuing his thrusting at an even faster pace. Throughout it all his gaze remains locked on Katsuki’s eyes, which are beginning to tear up with overstimulation. “Almost there, my pet. You’re almost ready to take me.” Flames race over his Master’s body as he speaks the words, a sign of hunger and anticipation. “You’re doing so well, pet. Such an obedient little human. Gonna stuff you so full.” The first sign of strain is lacing the fae’s words. “Just one more, can you take it, Little One? If you’re good, I’ll let you come on my cock a reward.”
Katsuki whines, “Please Master! I’ll be so good. Please, I need it!” Any calmness commanded into Katsuki by his Master has been overtaken with desperation. He needs to be full. He needs to come. He NEEDS to please his master.
The final finger is added and Katsuki doesn’t even register the burn. His whole body is exploding with oversensitive nerves. Sweat is pouring over his body, and his dick is leaking a steady stream down his shaft and over his balls. The obscene sounds of fingers pounding into his gushing hole is just heightening his arousal to impossible heights, his screams and groans being swallowed up by the forest.
“That’s it, little human, give me everything. I want it all. You’re ready for me.” The vine attaching Katsuki snaps, releasing him from the throne, but his wrists are still bound to one another as he’s manhandled and flipped so that his arms are looped over the Master’s shoulders and his legs and hips now straddle the Master’s hips, facing him. Lips crash against his and the Master licks into his mouth, biting his lips with sharp fangs. The taste of blood fills both of their mouths and simultaneous groans fill the air. Katsuki startles when a firm heated head pushes against his spasming hole before breaching him… his gasp is swallowed as the Master's thick black tongue invades his mouth at the same time as his hips are suddenly pushed down, impaling him on the thick ridged appendage. The tongue licks toward the back of his throat forcing him to gag, before it retreats. “That’s it, Little One. Take everything I give you. Only half way there…” Katsuki lets out a sharp sound. Only half way? Holy Fuck. He’s so fucking full.
Master’s tongue thrusts into his mouth again, deep into his throat. He can’t breathe, can’t even gag. He can only attempt to swallow around it and he can feel himself violently clench around the cock inside him. “So good for me, Katsuki… Relax and swallow all of me ,” a voice growls into the open air even though Master’s tongue is making him shake from lack of air. He can barely keep eye contact as his body struggles for breath and is shaking violently. A fuzzy haze creeps over Katsuki’s mind, making the panic subside and his body to relax. Hands tighten on his hips and suddenly he’s being pushed down further violently while the tongue retreats into Master’s mouth. His breath fills his lungs at the same time as his ass hits his Master’s thighs. Katsuki has to exhale a shaky breath with his eyes closed, attempting to stave off the orgasm even though Master’s command is still suffocating his free will. He feels impossibly full with a heady pressure against his sweet spot.
Master’s finger tips skim over his ribs and circle in soothing gestures as Katsuki gasps in sharp and short breaths trying to adjust to his insides being rearranged around a monster’s cock. His eyes are unfocused and thoughts are fleeting, racing and muddled at the same time. Cerulean eyes study his features, before a soft barely there kiss is planted upon Katsuki’s lips. “So sweet…so soft… so fucking tight, Little One. So good for me. How’s it feel, Katsuki?”
Katsuki can’t respond, he just lets out a breathy moan as Master kisses his jaw and licks up the side of his neck to suck on his earlobe before drawing back down to suck at the spot between his shoulder and neck. Master murmurs soft praise and compliments in between nipping and sucking on tender flesh. “Such a good boy. Been watching you for years, Little One…wondering what you taste like and how your insides would feel clenched around me. Thinking…obsessing over how to make you scream, cry, and moan…on how to make you mine. So perfect, my little human.” Master grasps his asscheeks and slowly lifts him up off the cock impaling him, all the way to the tip before shoving him back down to the root. Katsuki screams and shakes. “The sounds you make, Little one…” Master growls before sinking his fangs into Katsuki’s shoulder, cutting off his scream and making him shudder and gasp. Blood drips down Katsuki’s shoulder but he barely notices when he feels Master sucking and tonguing at the wound.
Master lifts him again after pulling back from his shoulder with blood dripping down his chin, then drags him down slowly at a measured pace, “ Ride me, Katsuki. Ride me hard and Make me come. ” The order short circuits any remaining coherent thought from Katsuki’s brain and the desire to serve takes over. He braces his knees against the seat of the throne and begins to roll his hips, repeatedly raising and dropping himself over his Master’s huge length. The sounds of gushing fluid and skin slapping permeate the air and the sweet smell of sweat and sex tickles Katsuki’s nose and inspires him to ride harder and faster. His Master finally breaks eye contact and leans his head back against the throne, snowy locks sweaty and sticking to his forehead as he groans long and low while clutching Katsuki’s hips hard enough to bruise. “ Beg me for my come, Katsuki. Beg me to fill you up. Beg me to breed you, Little one ,” Master growls, locking eyes once again with Katsuki’s trembling.
Katsuki’s voice was cracked and broken, when he looked up at his master and cried out, “Please Master! Please cum inside...I need it, need you to breed me and fill me up. Let me feel you. Plea–” Katsuki is cut off as Master stills Katsuki’s hips mid way down and then lifts his own to drill into Katsuki from below, slamming into Katsuki’s prostate over and over again. Master’s flames are rising and covering both of them and Katsuki screams in overstimulation when it feels like hands are stroking his entire body. He opens his mouth on a silent scream as Master increases his pace, pounding into his body. Tears, sweat, and drool are dripping down Katsuki’s face in a steady stream. Everything is wet, and hot…and too much. Katsuki’s eyes are beginning to roll back as he’s forced to do nothing but feel.
Master’s pace is becoming uneven and he’s grunting and moaning with exertion. Katsuki has nonsense words and sounds just pouring from his lungs. Master grabs his throat harshly and squeezes until Katsuki is forced into gasping silence. He can’t even feel the danger as black spots crowd his blurred vision.
“ Come for me, Katsuki. Come all over your Master. ” Master releases his throat and then drives into him one final time, sealing them together. Katsuki feels the cock swelling to an impossible size within him, right before searing heat begins to coat his insides. He is struck deaf, dumb and blind by a dazzlig light that electrifies his nerves and echoes throughout him in a blistering explosion of sensation as breath rushes into his lungs and his orgasm slams into him. Come surges out of him and covers his abs and the fae in front of him. It feels like the sensation leaves singing zaps over his entire body as he is struck by profound exhaustion and his head lolls dangerously on his shoulders.
He vaguely realizes that he’s still stuffed full of fully hard cock, but it’s a fleeting realization when he’s gently pulled forward and his forehead meets the soft pecs of his Master. His mind is slowed and blurry, but there’s a little itch in his brain telling him there’s something he should be concerned about, but it fades completely when next his Master speaks. “ Rest, my Little One . We have the rest of eternity together. I told you in the beginning that names have power, and now your name belongs to me.”