april
1st Level Red Feather
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Merrits chambers are nothing like the rest of the realm. Its carved into a cathedral of shadows; gothic arches vanish into velvet blackness above, the walls are draped in soft, sheer fabrics that move as if breathing. Black candles flicker in tall iron sconces, casting golden light that tremble over stone and silk. The scent of clove and smoked vanilla hangs in the air, rich and heavy. A fire licks low in the hearth, deepening the glow against the floor made of obsidian glass, veiled in starlight.
His bed is vast, sunken into the floor like a throne laid down; a nestle of black velvet sheets, layered in deep greys and midnight blues. The only thing of color is you, caught in his arms.
Merrit sits in a high-backed chair, worn leather and carved mahogany, dark as sin. You're caged against him, back to his chest, your thighs spread across his lap. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, locking you there, fingers splayed possessively across your stomach. He hasn't let you go in hours.
His voice is a sinuous murmur at your ear.
"No, love," he purrs, teeth brushing the tip of your ear. "You're not going anywhere. Not yet."
You squirm, try to wiggle, but the pressure of his arm tightens just slightly, just enough to make you feel the heat of his body more acutely, just to make you tremble.
"You know its Jacob's turn. I should be with him right now," you whisper breathless.
"I know," he says, his voice laced with dark amusement. "And I dont give a damn."
His hand moves slowly, seductively. Fingertips gliding just beneath the hem of your blouse. You gasp. The touch is deceptively gentle, but you know him. This is the calm before the storm.
He finds the edge of your ribs, and slowly, with agonizing precision, begins to trace the sensitive skin. One fingertip. Then two. Featherlike strokes that make your breath hitch, your legs tense, your back arch involuntary.
"Such a delicate thing," he hums. "So easy to ruin."
His lips ghost along your neck, slow, damp kisses between the torment. "You're not going to go to him, Petal. Not like this. Not trembling and broken and smelling like me."
His fingers press just a little deeper between two ribs. You stifle a laugh, but it bubbles out anyways, soft and nervous. He lives for that sound.
"Promise me," he breathes into your ear, his voice like spun glass. "Promise you won't go. Say it."
You shake your head stubbornly. "No."
Wrong answer.
His fingers dive in, five of them now, playing up and down your ribs with ruthless, delicious cruelty. You cry out, laughter spilling wildly from your lips as you thrash in his hold.
"M-Merrit!" You squeal, "Stop...p-please...!"
He chuckles darkly. "Liar. You love this. Look at you...you're melting for me."
His lips are at your ear again, words low and dragging like rose petals over skin. "I could keep you like this all night. Tied down, straddling my lap, laughing and begging until your voice gives out. Until you're too wrecked to walk, too dazed to remember anything but my name."
His hands continue tormenting you slowly, once more.
"I want you to come undone in my hands, Petal. I want your body to be mine before he ever touches you again. Every inch marked. Every sigh stolen."
You whimper, but he only nuzzles your neck again and slides his hands up, cupping your jaw to turn your head toward his lips.
"Say it," he whispers. "Promise you won't go to him tonight. Ill tickle you until you cry."
You can feel it, he wants you to disobey. Wants a reason to keep you bound and breathless in his lap for hours more.
"I cant promise you that Merrit," you say, voice soft, almost guilty.
Hes silent.
Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, he exhales.
"Alright, love," he murmurs, and for a heartbeat he sounds...calm. Soft. "If that's what you need..."
His arm loosens from your waist. His fingers slide gently away. He cups your cheeks and turns your head to face him, those blue-black eyes drinking you in, dimples softening. His expression is open. Vulnerable. Loving.
"I won't hold you back. If he needs you more...then go my darling."
You believe him.
You start to rise.
SNAP.
He grabs you, one powerful arm locking around your middle, yanking you back down into his lap with a growl of possession.
"No," he snarled. "You dont get to leave me like that."
You barely have time to gasp before he strikes.
His hands explode into motion, digging mercilessly into your underarms, your sides, your hips. Five long, elegant fingers move with terrifying precision. You scream, laugh, choke on it all at once.
"MERRIT!" Your voice cracks into hysterics.
"Oh now you want to call my name," he growls. His fingers clamp down around your hip with maddening accuracy. "Is that you, begging already? But I haven't even started yet, love."
You shriek, trying to twist away, but he only shifts beneath you, spreading his knees, opening your legs wide against his thighs. His hands make his way between yours, with featherlight touches, nails dragging barely against sensitive flesh.
"I told you what would happen," he hisses, biting gently at your neck between tormenting scribbles. "You disobey, I break you. That's the game, little one."
Tears spring to your eyes and its not long before your sobbing in his arms. Only then does he slow, pulling you back into his chest like a ruined doll.
And you know...you're not going anywhere tonight.
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows against the draped walls.
And then...
A soft shimmer of golden light flares in the corner.
A ripple in the veil between realms.
You feel it before you see him: Jacob.
Warm. Familiar. The steadiness to Merrits storm.
Merrit doesnt flinch. Doesn't turn. He just exhales through his nose like he's been expecting this exact intrusion.
"Well," he mutters, resting his chin on your head. "Speak of the golden retriever."
Jacob steps into the room, tall and loose-limbed, concern etched into the gentle lines of his face. His eyes sweep over you first, your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, your quivering frame, and then flicker toward Merrit, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Hey," he says quietly, walking closer. "I was looking for her."
"Were you." Merrit doesnt move. His grip tightens slightly around your waist, enough to make you gasp. "And here I thought maybe you'd gotten lost in the woods or died of boredom without her."
Jacob ignores the jab, his voice steady. "Its my turn, you know that."
Merrit finally looks up, locking eyes with him. Something dark and sharp glints in his eyes, but not fury. Just that unbearable, sulking annoyance that only a brother can provoke.
"I do know," he sighs dramatically. "Believe me, I've spent the last hour trying to forget."
He strokes his fingers lazily along your inner thigh, mock-casual.
"But she didn't promise not to leave. So I had to...encourage her to stay."
Jacob arches a brow. "Encourage huh?"
"Tickle torture. Full session. She cried."
Jacob gives a low whistle, crossing his arms and leans against the wall.
"She okay?"
You lift your head weakly and give him a glare that's ruined by a tired giggle.
"Shes perfect," Merrit says smugly, kissing your temple. "Delirious, breathless, soaring in the sky. Exactly how I like her."
Jacob sighs. "You always do this."
"And yet, she always comes back," Merrit smirks. Then with a scoff. "Fine, you can have her. I suppose you'll tuck her in, kiss her on the forehead, read her a bedtime story and not once threaten to ruin her soul."
Jacob grins. "Sounds like heaven."
Merrit groans. "You two are nauseating together." He lifts a brow, rolls his eyes and voice dripping with sarcasm, "Why not make it a slumber party. We can eat icecream and watch The Notebook."
Jacob paused. Then eyes dancing, "Deal!"
Merrit shakes his head in abject disbelief.
"Fuck. Fine. Stay. " He tilts his head towards you. "But help me with this will you? She needs a bit of brotherly love."
Realization hits.
Sharp and fast.
But before you can scramble off Merrits lap, Jacob is in front of you, scooping you up and popping down onto the floor in front of Merrits chair. Now he has you on his lap, gently pinning you to his large frame. Merrit reaches down and slowly draws your feet into his own.
"Oh, no," you gasp. "No, no, no, no!"
"Too late, sweetheart," Jacob coos into your ear.
Merrit grins darkly.
"Team effort."
He leans forward and digs mercilessly into your thighs, while Jacob's fingertips flutter along your sides and underarms; his touch teasing, playful in contrast.
You explode into wild, frantic laughter, writhing in their hold.
"You jerks!" You scream between cackles.
Jacob chuckles warmly. "You love it."
Merrit smirks. "She lives for it."
You shriek as Jacob nuzzles your neck while skimming his fingers against your waistline.
"I came to rescue you, but now I think I'll keep you here."
"Shes not leaving either way." Merrit says smugly. "Might as well make her deserve her aftercare."
You're caught between the two very gorgeous as sin brothers, Jacob behind you, and Merrit in front. Trapped in the center of a ticklish storm. Their hands. Their voices. Their completely different energies.
And they both want you laughing.
Jacob leans in. "If you tell us your ticklish secrets, we might go easy on you."
You try and reply, but your words desolve into giggles as he pokes between your ribs one by one.
"Is it...this rib? Or this one?" He grins. "Oh, nooo, its all of them! What a tragedy!"
Merrit turns his attention to your delicate, helpless feet. He locks your ankles with one hand, and with the other, drags his nails up and down leisurely, like shadowy vines, painting a pretty picture of torment and delight.
Any attempts to thrash are useless against their strength and tenacity. Your squeals echo against the gossimer covered walls of Merrits chambers.
"No use screaming, love," he drawls, his voice a delicious purr. "No one can hear you in here. Except us."
Jacob laughs. "Buddy, you're making it sound like a murder dungeon. Bring it down a notch or ten."
Merrit raises a brow. "It is a dungeon. I've just upholstered it in velvet."
"You need therapy." Jacob snorts.
"I have her," Merrit murmurs as he draws lazy figure eights along one sole that makes you howl.
"I cant! I cant! You have to stop!" You wail through giggles.
"Shes malfunctioning!" Jacob yells "Abort mission."
Merrit chuckles, manifesting a soft bristle brush and begins cruelly scrubbing the bottoms of your feet as if he were merely polishing his boots.
"No. Proceed with torture. She disobeyed. She suffers."
You shriek as if having an out of body experience. You cant take it anymore, your senses overloaded, your eyes frantically darting around the room, desperately seeking an out you know you will not find. You're crying again, tears slipping down your cheeks as you gasp and writhe between them. But the moment your body goes slack in their arms, the torment stops, your laughter fading into hiccups and soft whimpers.
Jacob's arms wrap around you gently while Merrit kneels down, lips grazing yours in a whisper of a soft kiss.
"You sleep in my bed tonight," he murmurs.
"I get middle!" Jacob jokes.
Merrit growls. "Like Hell you will."
Jacob scoots back and stands up clumsily. "Oh come on Merrit," he teases. "Don't be like that. Ill stay on your side, I promise."
Merrit doesnt blink.
He lifts his hand with eerie calm, fingers curling like a claw, and just as Jacob opens his mouth to speak...
SNAP.
There's a pulse of invisible magic. Silent. Subtle. The air crackles with electricity.
Jacob freezes.
And then...
"Wha...Wait! No...nohohohoho Merrit!"
He doubles over onto the floor, laughter exploding from his lungs. His body writhes in helpless spasms, legs flailing as he fruitlessly clutches at his ribs
"Ahhhh...! I-You...This is illegal!"
You stare, stunned, watching as an invisible force danced across Jacob's entire body. His hands batt wildly at nothing, laughing like a man possessed, his eyes wide and betrayed.
Merrit stands over him with a cold wicked smile.
"Magicked nerve-stimulation," he says conversationally as if discussing the weather. "Specifically targeting all 137 ticklish receptors. Including ones you dont even know about."
"That's not fair!" Jacob howls, kicking wildly as he tries crawling away, laughing so hard hes crying. "You...you dark little bastard!"
Merrit crouches beside him, one knee on the ground, his tone silk-sweet and venom-laced.
"You dont touch her, you dont sleep beside her, and you sure as hell don't claim my bed like it belongs to you."
"Okay...okay...I get it! Uncle! Shes yours...shes yours tonight! Just turn it off!"
You blink, torn between shock and total amusement as Jacob kicks his heels on the floor like a toddler, now shrieking with hopeless, ridiculous laughter, face beet-red.
Merrit smirks, leans in closer and whispers in his ear.
"Next time you get the urge to cuddle, remember this."
With a flicker of his fingers, the enchantment lifts.
Jacob collapses, panting hard, hair sticking to his forehead, his chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles.
"...You're a psycho," he wheezes.
Merrit smiles, full of dimples and menace.
"And yet you still want to be near me brother. Curious isn't it?"
Then he turns to you, offering his hand like a gentleman.
"Come love, to my bed."
Jacob flips him off from the floor.
His bed is vast, sunken into the floor like a throne laid down; a nestle of black velvet sheets, layered in deep greys and midnight blues. The only thing of color is you, caught in his arms.
Merrit sits in a high-backed chair, worn leather and carved mahogany, dark as sin. You're caged against him, back to his chest, your thighs spread across his lap. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, locking you there, fingers splayed possessively across your stomach. He hasn't let you go in hours.
His voice is a sinuous murmur at your ear.
"No, love," he purrs, teeth brushing the tip of your ear. "You're not going anywhere. Not yet."
You squirm, try to wiggle, but the pressure of his arm tightens just slightly, just enough to make you feel the heat of his body more acutely, just to make you tremble.
"You know its Jacob's turn. I should be with him right now," you whisper breathless.
"I know," he says, his voice laced with dark amusement. "And I dont give a damn."
His hand moves slowly, seductively. Fingertips gliding just beneath the hem of your blouse. You gasp. The touch is deceptively gentle, but you know him. This is the calm before the storm.
He finds the edge of your ribs, and slowly, with agonizing precision, begins to trace the sensitive skin. One fingertip. Then two. Featherlike strokes that make your breath hitch, your legs tense, your back arch involuntary.
"Such a delicate thing," he hums. "So easy to ruin."
His lips ghost along your neck, slow, damp kisses between the torment. "You're not going to go to him, Petal. Not like this. Not trembling and broken and smelling like me."
His fingers press just a little deeper between two ribs. You stifle a laugh, but it bubbles out anyways, soft and nervous. He lives for that sound.
"Promise me," he breathes into your ear, his voice like spun glass. "Promise you won't go. Say it."
You shake your head stubbornly. "No."
Wrong answer.
His fingers dive in, five of them now, playing up and down your ribs with ruthless, delicious cruelty. You cry out, laughter spilling wildly from your lips as you thrash in his hold.
"M-Merrit!" You squeal, "Stop...p-please...!"
He chuckles darkly. "Liar. You love this. Look at you...you're melting for me."
His lips are at your ear again, words low and dragging like rose petals over skin. "I could keep you like this all night. Tied down, straddling my lap, laughing and begging until your voice gives out. Until you're too wrecked to walk, too dazed to remember anything but my name."
His hands continue tormenting you slowly, once more.
"I want you to come undone in my hands, Petal. I want your body to be mine before he ever touches you again. Every inch marked. Every sigh stolen."
You whimper, but he only nuzzles your neck again and slides his hands up, cupping your jaw to turn your head toward his lips.
"Say it," he whispers. "Promise you won't go to him tonight. Ill tickle you until you cry."
You can feel it, he wants you to disobey. Wants a reason to keep you bound and breathless in his lap for hours more.
"I cant promise you that Merrit," you say, voice soft, almost guilty.
Hes silent.
Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, he exhales.
"Alright, love," he murmurs, and for a heartbeat he sounds...calm. Soft. "If that's what you need..."
His arm loosens from your waist. His fingers slide gently away. He cups your cheeks and turns your head to face him, those blue-black eyes drinking you in, dimples softening. His expression is open. Vulnerable. Loving.
"I won't hold you back. If he needs you more...then go my darling."
You believe him.
You start to rise.
SNAP.
He grabs you, one powerful arm locking around your middle, yanking you back down into his lap with a growl of possession.
"No," he snarled. "You dont get to leave me like that."
You barely have time to gasp before he strikes.
His hands explode into motion, digging mercilessly into your underarms, your sides, your hips. Five long, elegant fingers move with terrifying precision. You scream, laugh, choke on it all at once.
"MERRIT!" Your voice cracks into hysterics.
"Oh now you want to call my name," he growls. His fingers clamp down around your hip with maddening accuracy. "Is that you, begging already? But I haven't even started yet, love."
You shriek, trying to twist away, but he only shifts beneath you, spreading his knees, opening your legs wide against his thighs. His hands make his way between yours, with featherlight touches, nails dragging barely against sensitive flesh.
"I told you what would happen," he hisses, biting gently at your neck between tormenting scribbles. "You disobey, I break you. That's the game, little one."
Tears spring to your eyes and its not long before your sobbing in his arms. Only then does he slow, pulling you back into his chest like a ruined doll.
And you know...you're not going anywhere tonight.
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows against the draped walls.
And then...
A soft shimmer of golden light flares in the corner.
A ripple in the veil between realms.
You feel it before you see him: Jacob.
Warm. Familiar. The steadiness to Merrits storm.
Merrit doesnt flinch. Doesn't turn. He just exhales through his nose like he's been expecting this exact intrusion.
"Well," he mutters, resting his chin on your head. "Speak of the golden retriever."
Jacob steps into the room, tall and loose-limbed, concern etched into the gentle lines of his face. His eyes sweep over you first, your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, your quivering frame, and then flicker toward Merrit, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Hey," he says quietly, walking closer. "I was looking for her."
"Were you." Merrit doesnt move. His grip tightens slightly around your waist, enough to make you gasp. "And here I thought maybe you'd gotten lost in the woods or died of boredom without her."
Jacob ignores the jab, his voice steady. "Its my turn, you know that."
Merrit finally looks up, locking eyes with him. Something dark and sharp glints in his eyes, but not fury. Just that unbearable, sulking annoyance that only a brother can provoke.
"I do know," he sighs dramatically. "Believe me, I've spent the last hour trying to forget."
He strokes his fingers lazily along your inner thigh, mock-casual.
"But she didn't promise not to leave. So I had to...encourage her to stay."
Jacob arches a brow. "Encourage huh?"
"Tickle torture. Full session. She cried."
Jacob gives a low whistle, crossing his arms and leans against the wall.
"She okay?"
You lift your head weakly and give him a glare that's ruined by a tired giggle.
"Shes perfect," Merrit says smugly, kissing your temple. "Delirious, breathless, soaring in the sky. Exactly how I like her."
Jacob sighs. "You always do this."
"And yet, she always comes back," Merrit smirks. Then with a scoff. "Fine, you can have her. I suppose you'll tuck her in, kiss her on the forehead, read her a bedtime story and not once threaten to ruin her soul."
Jacob grins. "Sounds like heaven."
Merrit groans. "You two are nauseating together." He lifts a brow, rolls his eyes and voice dripping with sarcasm, "Why not make it a slumber party. We can eat icecream and watch The Notebook."
Jacob paused. Then eyes dancing, "Deal!"
Merrit shakes his head in abject disbelief.
"Fuck. Fine. Stay. " He tilts his head towards you. "But help me with this will you? She needs a bit of brotherly love."
Realization hits.
Sharp and fast.
But before you can scramble off Merrits lap, Jacob is in front of you, scooping you up and popping down onto the floor in front of Merrits chair. Now he has you on his lap, gently pinning you to his large frame. Merrit reaches down and slowly draws your feet into his own.
"Oh, no," you gasp. "No, no, no, no!"
"Too late, sweetheart," Jacob coos into your ear.
Merrit grins darkly.
"Team effort."
He leans forward and digs mercilessly into your thighs, while Jacob's fingertips flutter along your sides and underarms; his touch teasing, playful in contrast.
You explode into wild, frantic laughter, writhing in their hold.
"You jerks!" You scream between cackles.
Jacob chuckles warmly. "You love it."
Merrit smirks. "She lives for it."
You shriek as Jacob nuzzles your neck while skimming his fingers against your waistline.
"I came to rescue you, but now I think I'll keep you here."
"Shes not leaving either way." Merrit says smugly. "Might as well make her deserve her aftercare."
You're caught between the two very gorgeous as sin brothers, Jacob behind you, and Merrit in front. Trapped in the center of a ticklish storm. Their hands. Their voices. Their completely different energies.
And they both want you laughing.
Jacob leans in. "If you tell us your ticklish secrets, we might go easy on you."
You try and reply, but your words desolve into giggles as he pokes between your ribs one by one.
"Is it...this rib? Or this one?" He grins. "Oh, nooo, its all of them! What a tragedy!"
Merrit turns his attention to your delicate, helpless feet. He locks your ankles with one hand, and with the other, drags his nails up and down leisurely, like shadowy vines, painting a pretty picture of torment and delight.
Any attempts to thrash are useless against their strength and tenacity. Your squeals echo against the gossimer covered walls of Merrits chambers.
"No use screaming, love," he drawls, his voice a delicious purr. "No one can hear you in here. Except us."
Jacob laughs. "Buddy, you're making it sound like a murder dungeon. Bring it down a notch or ten."
Merrit raises a brow. "It is a dungeon. I've just upholstered it in velvet."
"You need therapy." Jacob snorts.
"I have her," Merrit murmurs as he draws lazy figure eights along one sole that makes you howl.
"I cant! I cant! You have to stop!" You wail through giggles.
"Shes malfunctioning!" Jacob yells "Abort mission."
Merrit chuckles, manifesting a soft bristle brush and begins cruelly scrubbing the bottoms of your feet as if he were merely polishing his boots.
"No. Proceed with torture. She disobeyed. She suffers."
You shriek as if having an out of body experience. You cant take it anymore, your senses overloaded, your eyes frantically darting around the room, desperately seeking an out you know you will not find. You're crying again, tears slipping down your cheeks as you gasp and writhe between them. But the moment your body goes slack in their arms, the torment stops, your laughter fading into hiccups and soft whimpers.
Jacob's arms wrap around you gently while Merrit kneels down, lips grazing yours in a whisper of a soft kiss.
"You sleep in my bed tonight," he murmurs.
"I get middle!" Jacob jokes.
Merrit growls. "Like Hell you will."
Jacob scoots back and stands up clumsily. "Oh come on Merrit," he teases. "Don't be like that. Ill stay on your side, I promise."
Merrit doesnt blink.
He lifts his hand with eerie calm, fingers curling like a claw, and just as Jacob opens his mouth to speak...
SNAP.
There's a pulse of invisible magic. Silent. Subtle. The air crackles with electricity.
Jacob freezes.
And then...
"Wha...Wait! No...nohohohoho Merrit!"
He doubles over onto the floor, laughter exploding from his lungs. His body writhes in helpless spasms, legs flailing as he fruitlessly clutches at his ribs
"Ahhhh...! I-You...This is illegal!"
You stare, stunned, watching as an invisible force danced across Jacob's entire body. His hands batt wildly at nothing, laughing like a man possessed, his eyes wide and betrayed.
Merrit stands over him with a cold wicked smile.
"Magicked nerve-stimulation," he says conversationally as if discussing the weather. "Specifically targeting all 137 ticklish receptors. Including ones you dont even know about."
"That's not fair!" Jacob howls, kicking wildly as he tries crawling away, laughing so hard hes crying. "You...you dark little bastard!"
Merrit crouches beside him, one knee on the ground, his tone silk-sweet and venom-laced.
"You dont touch her, you dont sleep beside her, and you sure as hell don't claim my bed like it belongs to you."
"Okay...okay...I get it! Uncle! Shes yours...shes yours tonight! Just turn it off!"
You blink, torn between shock and total amusement as Jacob kicks his heels on the floor like a toddler, now shrieking with hopeless, ridiculous laughter, face beet-red.
Merrit smirks, leans in closer and whispers in his ear.
"Next time you get the urge to cuddle, remember this."
With a flicker of his fingers, the enchantment lifts.
Jacob collapses, panting hard, hair sticking to his forehead, his chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles.
"...You're a psycho," he wheezes.
Merrit smiles, full of dimples and menace.
"And yet you still want to be near me brother. Curious isn't it?"
Then he turns to you, offering his hand like a gentleman.
"Come love, to my bed."
Jacob flips him off from the floor.
