april
1st Level Red Feather
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You stepped barefoot into the glen, your toes brushing dew kissed petals. Everything looks and feels just as it did...except for the ache in your chest. The first time with Jacob was joy incarnate, until it ended in shadows.
And then you see him.
Jacob is crouched beside a patch of bluebells, gently poking a lazy bee with a stick. He startles when he sees you, blinking, then grins like summer just walked through the trees.
"You came back," he says, like he hadn't let himself believe it.
He stands, brushing grass from his trousers, eyes searching yours. "Wasn't sure I'd see you again. Not after last time."
His tone is still playful, still that soft spark, but quieter now. Touched with something careful. He steps closer, and the breeze carries his scent; earth, honey and warm linen.
"I was worried y'know. You looked like you were having fun until he showed up." He murmurs, referring to Merrit. He looks down at his hands, exhaling through his nose. "That guy...intense. like a thundercloud with teeth."
You stepped forward, easing the tension and gently place a single, sweet kiss on his cheek. And the smile that lifts his face is pure light.
"I missed this," he says. "Your laugh. The way you wrinkle your nose when you're trying not too. The sound you make when I..." he wriggles his fingers grinning. "almost tickle you but dont quite."
He drops down into the soft grass, patting the space beside him
"Stay a while?" He asks. "We dont have to talk about him. We dont have to talk at all. We could just...sit. Or lay back. Or..." he gives you a sly look. "See how long your can go without giggling if I so happen to brush your side with a daisy."
You smile and sit down beside him in the grass, knees touching lightly. He glances at you now and then, like he's trying to memorize your face but doesnt want to be caught. And you...you're aching to bring back the laughter you once shared before.
You shift, ever so slightly, your hand brushing closer to his ribs.
And you poke him.
Right in the side.
Jacob jolts like he was struck by lightning.
"Wh-hey!"
You blink innocently "What?"
He immediately clamps his arm down to his ribs, eyes wide, lips twitching like he's trying not to smile.
"You did that on purpose," he says, scandalized.
You bypass his arm, to his abs, and poke him again, quicker this time.
He yelps.
"Why Jacob, I had no idea you had a panic button," your smile mischievous. "Whatever shall I do with this information?"
"No...nononono, April...no!" He twists away, falling clumsily back into to the grass, arms wrapping around himself in a frantic scramble to protect as many areas of his body as possible.
But you approach anyways.
"Ohhh no," you say delighted. "You're very very ticklish, aren't you?"
His eyes are wide, panicked, but he's laughing already.
"I...n-no! No I'm not. That was just...I was caught off guard!"
You raise a brow. "Liar."
Your fingers dart to his side again.
"AHHh!"
He curls up, wheezing, laughter bursting from his throat in helpless, boyish gasps.
"Okay...okayokayokay...mercy!"
"Already?" You tease, prying his arms down and straddling his hips playfully, your fingertips hovering just above his waist. "I've barely even started."
His face is flushed, eyes watering with laughter, his whole body twitching in anticipation.
"No! I mean yes! I mean...WAIT, you don't understand! I'm really, I'm dangerously ticklish!"
"Is that so? I never would of guessed it."
Your fingers decend to his waistline, where his shirt had conveniently ridden up just a few inches. His eyes darted from your hands to your face, and back down to your hands again.
You skitter your nails relentlessly against every last inch of exposed, vulnerable flesh.
He loses it.
Bucking.
Arms flailing as he tries to block you without hurting you.
"Nohohoho!" He shrieks, dislodging you and rolling onto his side. "You're a menace!"
You giggle gleefully, chasing him down as he attempts to crawl away.
"Oh, come on Jacob," you tease. "I thought you missed my laugh? And I find this highly amusing. You didn't say anything about yours."
He gasps through his laughter, red faced and panting. "Mines off limits!"
You pounce.
And that's when it happens.
In a sudden burst of desperation, Jacob surges upward, grabbing your wrists with surprising strength, and flips you onto your back with a panicked, gasping laugh.
"That's it! You started this!"
You blink up at him, startled, your back pressed into the warm grass, wrists pinned above your head. Hes breathing hard, hair falling over his forehead, eyes sparkling with mischief and triumph.
"You're...in so much trouble," he whispers, grinning.
Your pulse skips.
You open your mouth to say something, but his fingers are already wiggling.
"Too late tickle bandit!"
He digs into your underarms with his free hand and you scream with laughter, instantly thrashing beneath him, your knees twisting as you try and squirm free.
You let out a half shriek, half shrill, and he pauses dramatically.
"Is that your real laugh?! Make it again."
You're laughing hard, wheezing now, and he lets your wrists go. He sits back on his knees with an astonished expression.
"...you're even more ticklish than me. And im the most ticklish creature in the realm!"
That lopsided grin appears again. That look; mischief incarnate.
"Jacob...no!" You plead.
"Round two...fight!" He lunges at you, but this time you're ready, this time you're quick.
You roll to your feet in one fluid motion, backing away slowly into the heart of the glen. Your eyes never leave his.
"Come and catch me," you call from a safe distance. "If you can!"
You flash him a wicked smile, turn on your heel and take off running barefoot, skimming the mossy floor, skirts fluttering behind you.
In the distance you hear a familiar chuckle.
Low. Warm. A little dangerous.
But no footsteps follow.
"Hmm..." Jacob's voice floats lazily on the wind. "I could chase you for sure..."
A beat.
You glance back and he's lying there, arms folded behind his head, gazing up at the sky like you just hadn't challenged him to war.
"...but, I think," he says, lifting one hand and lazily flicking his wrist. "I'd rather let the glen catch you for me."
Your heart skips.
A pulse of magic hums in the air.
And then...oh gods.
The moss beneath your feet shifts.
Your step falters.
Thin, velvety vines curl up around your ankles like pretty ribbons. Wild flowers turn to face you, too close.
Then suddenly...
Tickling tendrils brush against your bare legs, your knees, your sides.
You shriek.
"JAHAHAHACOB! NOHOHOHO!"
You try and run, but its hopeless. The glen lives for laughter now. You fall to your knees on the wildflowers, howling with laughter. Blades of grass tickle between your toes and you drop like a dead fish to the ground. Feather soft petals dust across your neck, as the shimmering moss gently vibrates beneath you.
"This isn't fair!" You cry between giggles, trying to swat away the leaves that giggle back.
From across the clearing, Jacob sits up slowly, watching you squirm and thrash, with a grin that could melt the stars
"Is is not?" He calls innocently. "You did say catch you. You just didn't say how."
"Jahahacob! I'm going to...!"
"Fall apart laughing?" He offers helpfully, standing now, walking toward you at a leisurely pace while the glen does his wicked work. "That's the idea."
He finally reaches you and crouches low. His fingers brush your cheek as he pushes a lose strand of hair behind your ear. The spell fades enough for you to gasp for air again.
His voice is soft now.
"Caught you."
But the moment the enchantment loosened its grip on you, something changes.
The air stills.
The vines around your ankles release, flowers drawing back like satisfied children after a game well played.
You blink, catching your breath...
Then Jacob freezes.
His smile falters.
A tendril of ivy had snuck up his arm.
"No..."
And another encircled his ankle.
"No no nonononono..."
He tries to stand.
Too late.
The glen turns on him.
Velvet moss coils around his calves, as wild flowers make their way up under his shirt. His own magic laughs, and betrays him. Delicate threads of fae mischief slipping between the folds of his clothes, whispering over every vulnerable inch.
"Wa...wait, wait! AAHHH!"
He collapses in the grass, thrashing helplessly, laughter ripping from his throat.
"No! Not me, not me!"
You sit up breathless, watching as his own spell attacks him with giddy devotion. His legs kick out, arms flailing as he tries to claw the grass off his ribs...but its everywhere.
"April!" He screams through giggles. "Help me, they're everywhere, they're in my shirt!"
You crawl over to him giggling helplessly at the turn of events, just watching him writhe in the petals.
"Ohhh...Jacob," you gasp between giggles, sweetly brushing a daisy from his hair. "Someone forgot the glen loves you too."
He cant even respond. Hes full body laughing now, red faced and helpless, the very picture of ticklish ruin.
The vines wrap lovingly around both wrists, and tug them gently above his head, Pussy Willow at his underarms, and flowers nestle at his neck.
Hes gone.
"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry!" He howls. "Uncle, mercy! A-April, Im being attacked by my own plants!"
You smile, resting your hand on your chin as you lay beside him.
"I could help," you say thoughtfully. "Or..." you lean in closer, smirking. "...I could watch."
"You're a monster!"
"Mmhm. And you," you purr. "Are adorable." You lean in slowly, hovering over his trembling chest. "You did this to me first." You remind him.
"I knohohohoho!" He cries. "I-I take it back! Just make them stohahahahap!"
You sigh dramatically and stroke your fingers through his tousled hair.
"Mmm...I could," you murmur. "But now that you're all nicely tied up for me..."
His eyes widen.
"No, no! April, not you too!"
Too late.
You run a fingertip lazily into one of his exposed underarms, where the pussy willow had parted just enough to invite you in. He shouts, squeals really, and arches his back high off the ground.
You dig in now, two hands, two vulnerable underarms, one incredibly ticklish, adorable demon, losing his mind.
"Stop! Stop! Oh gods please stop!"
You giggle, elated, absolutely entranced by power. This big, strong, man is completely at your mercy. Your fingers draw wicked circles down his ribs, across his abs and back up again. You find the hallows of his hip bones and gently push down and squeeze. The glen responds to your energy: tiny blossoms bounce gleefully against his knees and inner thighs.
"Stoooop!" Hes laughing so hard now, his voice goes high and breathless. "I cant! I cant take it anymore, please!
"You can," you coo right in his ear. "I believe in you Jacob."
"That's not...not helpful!"
He let's out a high pitched, gasping laugh.
"Ill tell Merrit! Stop it or I will! I swear I will! Ill tell him everything!"
Your eyes open in mock horror.
"Jacob, you tattletale!"
You dive in and mercilessly squeeze his thighs.
"Ill hold you down!" He wails. "And tickle you for hours!"
You grin. "Even better."
You move so fast, he doesnt have time to brace for what is coming next. Your hands slip to his feet and your fingernails work their magic, wiggling and scratching furiously.
Jacob screams.
Not a yell.
Doesn't laugh.
A full body scream of hysteria.
Hes gone.
"Mercy?" You purr. "Or more?"
Hes wailing, completely unable to answer. He can only stare at you with his desperate, pleading, puppydog eyes.
And that's when it happened.
The vines around his wrists suddenly release.
You freeze.
"...uh oh."
His hands fall to his chest, twitching, still breathless but moving.
Then snap! His legs are free.
And you know you've made a terrible mistake.
Jacob sits up slowly, still laughing under his breath, wiping at his eyes.
"Ohhh, love..." he says, voice rough and playful, "You've made an enemy today."
You're still frozen in shock. You cant bring yourself to move. The glen has played its final trick.
Jacob looks up at you slowly, with an unmistakable smirk, and the devil glinting in his eyes.
"Run."
And then you see him.
Jacob is crouched beside a patch of bluebells, gently poking a lazy bee with a stick. He startles when he sees you, blinking, then grins like summer just walked through the trees.
"You came back," he says, like he hadn't let himself believe it.
He stands, brushing grass from his trousers, eyes searching yours. "Wasn't sure I'd see you again. Not after last time."
His tone is still playful, still that soft spark, but quieter now. Touched with something careful. He steps closer, and the breeze carries his scent; earth, honey and warm linen.
"I was worried y'know. You looked like you were having fun until he showed up." He murmurs, referring to Merrit. He looks down at his hands, exhaling through his nose. "That guy...intense. like a thundercloud with teeth."
You stepped forward, easing the tension and gently place a single, sweet kiss on his cheek. And the smile that lifts his face is pure light.
"I missed this," he says. "Your laugh. The way you wrinkle your nose when you're trying not too. The sound you make when I..." he wriggles his fingers grinning. "almost tickle you but dont quite."
He drops down into the soft grass, patting the space beside him
"Stay a while?" He asks. "We dont have to talk about him. We dont have to talk at all. We could just...sit. Or lay back. Or..." he gives you a sly look. "See how long your can go without giggling if I so happen to brush your side with a daisy."
You smile and sit down beside him in the grass, knees touching lightly. He glances at you now and then, like he's trying to memorize your face but doesnt want to be caught. And you...you're aching to bring back the laughter you once shared before.
You shift, ever so slightly, your hand brushing closer to his ribs.
And you poke him.
Right in the side.
Jacob jolts like he was struck by lightning.
"Wh-hey!"
You blink innocently "What?"
He immediately clamps his arm down to his ribs, eyes wide, lips twitching like he's trying not to smile.
"You did that on purpose," he says, scandalized.
You bypass his arm, to his abs, and poke him again, quicker this time.
He yelps.
"Why Jacob, I had no idea you had a panic button," your smile mischievous. "Whatever shall I do with this information?"
"No...nononono, April...no!" He twists away, falling clumsily back into to the grass, arms wrapping around himself in a frantic scramble to protect as many areas of his body as possible.
But you approach anyways.
"Ohhh no," you say delighted. "You're very very ticklish, aren't you?"
His eyes are wide, panicked, but he's laughing already.
"I...n-no! No I'm not. That was just...I was caught off guard!"
You raise a brow. "Liar."
Your fingers dart to his side again.
"AHHh!"
He curls up, wheezing, laughter bursting from his throat in helpless, boyish gasps.
"Okay...okayokayokay...mercy!"
"Already?" You tease, prying his arms down and straddling his hips playfully, your fingertips hovering just above his waist. "I've barely even started."
His face is flushed, eyes watering with laughter, his whole body twitching in anticipation.
"No! I mean yes! I mean...WAIT, you don't understand! I'm really, I'm dangerously ticklish!"
"Is that so? I never would of guessed it."
Your fingers decend to his waistline, where his shirt had conveniently ridden up just a few inches. His eyes darted from your hands to your face, and back down to your hands again.
You skitter your nails relentlessly against every last inch of exposed, vulnerable flesh.
He loses it.
Bucking.
Arms flailing as he tries to block you without hurting you.
"Nohohoho!" He shrieks, dislodging you and rolling onto his side. "You're a menace!"
You giggle gleefully, chasing him down as he attempts to crawl away.
"Oh, come on Jacob," you tease. "I thought you missed my laugh? And I find this highly amusing. You didn't say anything about yours."
He gasps through his laughter, red faced and panting. "Mines off limits!"
You pounce.
And that's when it happens.
In a sudden burst of desperation, Jacob surges upward, grabbing your wrists with surprising strength, and flips you onto your back with a panicked, gasping laugh.
"That's it! You started this!"
You blink up at him, startled, your back pressed into the warm grass, wrists pinned above your head. Hes breathing hard, hair falling over his forehead, eyes sparkling with mischief and triumph.
"You're...in so much trouble," he whispers, grinning.
Your pulse skips.
You open your mouth to say something, but his fingers are already wiggling.
"Too late tickle bandit!"
He digs into your underarms with his free hand and you scream with laughter, instantly thrashing beneath him, your knees twisting as you try and squirm free.
You let out a half shriek, half shrill, and he pauses dramatically.
"Is that your real laugh?! Make it again."
You're laughing hard, wheezing now, and he lets your wrists go. He sits back on his knees with an astonished expression.
"...you're even more ticklish than me. And im the most ticklish creature in the realm!"
That lopsided grin appears again. That look; mischief incarnate.
"Jacob...no!" You plead.
"Round two...fight!" He lunges at you, but this time you're ready, this time you're quick.
You roll to your feet in one fluid motion, backing away slowly into the heart of the glen. Your eyes never leave his.
"Come and catch me," you call from a safe distance. "If you can!"
You flash him a wicked smile, turn on your heel and take off running barefoot, skimming the mossy floor, skirts fluttering behind you.
In the distance you hear a familiar chuckle.
Low. Warm. A little dangerous.
But no footsteps follow.
"Hmm..." Jacob's voice floats lazily on the wind. "I could chase you for sure..."
A beat.
You glance back and he's lying there, arms folded behind his head, gazing up at the sky like you just hadn't challenged him to war.
"...but, I think," he says, lifting one hand and lazily flicking his wrist. "I'd rather let the glen catch you for me."
Your heart skips.
A pulse of magic hums in the air.
And then...oh gods.
The moss beneath your feet shifts.
Your step falters.
Thin, velvety vines curl up around your ankles like pretty ribbons. Wild flowers turn to face you, too close.
Then suddenly...
Tickling tendrils brush against your bare legs, your knees, your sides.
You shriek.
"JAHAHAHACOB! NOHOHOHO!"
You try and run, but its hopeless. The glen lives for laughter now. You fall to your knees on the wildflowers, howling with laughter. Blades of grass tickle between your toes and you drop like a dead fish to the ground. Feather soft petals dust across your neck, as the shimmering moss gently vibrates beneath you.
"This isn't fair!" You cry between giggles, trying to swat away the leaves that giggle back.
From across the clearing, Jacob sits up slowly, watching you squirm and thrash, with a grin that could melt the stars
"Is is not?" He calls innocently. "You did say catch you. You just didn't say how."
"Jahahacob! I'm going to...!"
"Fall apart laughing?" He offers helpfully, standing now, walking toward you at a leisurely pace while the glen does his wicked work. "That's the idea."
He finally reaches you and crouches low. His fingers brush your cheek as he pushes a lose strand of hair behind your ear. The spell fades enough for you to gasp for air again.
His voice is soft now.
"Caught you."
But the moment the enchantment loosened its grip on you, something changes.
The air stills.
The vines around your ankles release, flowers drawing back like satisfied children after a game well played.
You blink, catching your breath...
Then Jacob freezes.
His smile falters.
A tendril of ivy had snuck up his arm.
"No..."
And another encircled his ankle.
"No no nonononono..."
He tries to stand.
Too late.
The glen turns on him.
Velvet moss coils around his calves, as wild flowers make their way up under his shirt. His own magic laughs, and betrays him. Delicate threads of fae mischief slipping between the folds of his clothes, whispering over every vulnerable inch.
"Wa...wait, wait! AAHHH!"
He collapses in the grass, thrashing helplessly, laughter ripping from his throat.
"No! Not me, not me!"
You sit up breathless, watching as his own spell attacks him with giddy devotion. His legs kick out, arms flailing as he tries to claw the grass off his ribs...but its everywhere.
"April!" He screams through giggles. "Help me, they're everywhere, they're in my shirt!"
You crawl over to him giggling helplessly at the turn of events, just watching him writhe in the petals.
"Ohhh...Jacob," you gasp between giggles, sweetly brushing a daisy from his hair. "Someone forgot the glen loves you too."
He cant even respond. Hes full body laughing now, red faced and helpless, the very picture of ticklish ruin.
The vines wrap lovingly around both wrists, and tug them gently above his head, Pussy Willow at his underarms, and flowers nestle at his neck.
Hes gone.
"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry!" He howls. "Uncle, mercy! A-April, Im being attacked by my own plants!"
You smile, resting your hand on your chin as you lay beside him.
"I could help," you say thoughtfully. "Or..." you lean in closer, smirking. "...I could watch."
"You're a monster!"
"Mmhm. And you," you purr. "Are adorable." You lean in slowly, hovering over his trembling chest. "You did this to me first." You remind him.
"I knohohohoho!" He cries. "I-I take it back! Just make them stohahahahap!"
You sigh dramatically and stroke your fingers through his tousled hair.
"Mmm...I could," you murmur. "But now that you're all nicely tied up for me..."
His eyes widen.
"No, no! April, not you too!"
Too late.
You run a fingertip lazily into one of his exposed underarms, where the pussy willow had parted just enough to invite you in. He shouts, squeals really, and arches his back high off the ground.
You dig in now, two hands, two vulnerable underarms, one incredibly ticklish, adorable demon, losing his mind.
"Stop! Stop! Oh gods please stop!"
You giggle, elated, absolutely entranced by power. This big, strong, man is completely at your mercy. Your fingers draw wicked circles down his ribs, across his abs and back up again. You find the hallows of his hip bones and gently push down and squeeze. The glen responds to your energy: tiny blossoms bounce gleefully against his knees and inner thighs.
"Stoooop!" Hes laughing so hard now, his voice goes high and breathless. "I cant! I cant take it anymore, please!
"You can," you coo right in his ear. "I believe in you Jacob."
"That's not...not helpful!"
He let's out a high pitched, gasping laugh.
"Ill tell Merrit! Stop it or I will! I swear I will! Ill tell him everything!"
Your eyes open in mock horror.
"Jacob, you tattletale!"
You dive in and mercilessly squeeze his thighs.
"Ill hold you down!" He wails. "And tickle you for hours!"
You grin. "Even better."
You move so fast, he doesnt have time to brace for what is coming next. Your hands slip to his feet and your fingernails work their magic, wiggling and scratching furiously.
Jacob screams.
Not a yell.
Doesn't laugh.
A full body scream of hysteria.
Hes gone.
"Mercy?" You purr. "Or more?"
Hes wailing, completely unable to answer. He can only stare at you with his desperate, pleading, puppydog eyes.
And that's when it happened.
The vines around his wrists suddenly release.
You freeze.
"...uh oh."
His hands fall to his chest, twitching, still breathless but moving.
Then snap! His legs are free.
And you know you've made a terrible mistake.
Jacob sits up slowly, still laughing under his breath, wiping at his eyes.
"Ohhh, love..." he says, voice rough and playful, "You've made an enemy today."
You're still frozen in shock. You cant bring yourself to move. The glen has played its final trick.
Jacob looks up at you slowly, with an unmistakable smirk, and the devil glinting in his eyes.
"Run."
