april
1st Level Red Feather
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A shimmer amongst the misty veil. It pierced the shadows like a soft pulse. You shouldn't have stumbled this far from Merrits domain, and now you are hopelessly lost.
There in the distance was a door. You blinked. It was glowing soft cerulean, almost humming; a warm inviting aura like dusk at the edge of a meadow. There was something impossibly safe about it, a lullaby in the form of a threshold. Where Merrits door was dark and imposing, this one almost smiled at you. You hesitated, breath caught in your throat. Your fingers curled around the silver handle.
The moment you stepped through, the air changed. Warm. Crisp. Full of laughter. You were standing in a sunlit glade, trees gently swaying above, filtered light dancing across a moss forest floor. And in the center, barefoot and leaning lazily against a tree, was him. Jacob.
He looked up the instant you entered, his head tilted in curiosity, his eyes the soft honey brown of polished hazelwood. His touseled light brown hair caught the golden sunlight just so, and he smiled, a wide and genuine, playful smile that hit you straight in the chest.
"Oh..." he said, blinking like he'd just woken from a dream and couldn't believe his eyes. "Hi."
You froze. And so did he.
Something in your body responded before your mind could, like you knew him. Like your soul had been waiting for this exact moment. He pushed off the tree, crossing the distance between you slowly. Carefully.
"You must be her," he said, his voice soft, low, musical in a completely different way from Merrit. Where Merrit sounded like shadows and sin, Jacob sounded like spring. Like honey and sunlight and secret mischief.
"Im Jacob." He reached out, then hesitated, a smile going lopsided. "Can I...?"
You nodded breathless. He took your hand. And everything shimmered.
Heat rushed through your fingertips, spreading across your skin like ripples in a still pond. His touch was electric, but grounding. You stared at him. He stared right back.
"You felt it too, didn't you?" He whispered.
You nodded. His thumb traced over your knuckles as he smiled, eyes sparkling.
"Welcome April. You found me."
Jacob's hand lingered in yours, his smile still tilted in wonder, like he couldn't quite believe you were real. Then his eyes did something curious, drifted downward, slowly, as though he were memorizing the way your fingers fit into his. His long lashes swept up again, and you caught your breath when you saw the glint of mischief now blooming behind those honey brown eyes.
"You're not hurt are you?" He asked gently, referring to your recent encounter with Merrit. But there was something behind the question, a note of teasing.
"No." You whispered, your voice barely there.
"Good..." His smile deepened.
And then, tick.
One hand dropped and his fingers wiggled lightly against your side. You squealed in shock, jerking away, and his grin exploded in delight.
"Ohhh," Jacob said slowly, his eyes wide with exaggerated discovery. "Are you...ticklish."
Your heart jumped in your throat.
"Jacob..."
But it was too late. The playful demon boy was already stalking towards you, hands raised in mock menace.
"No no, dont run " he said utterly amused. "You stepped through my door. You came looking for me, remember? Which means..."
His voice dropped a little, almost sing song, like a boy about to pounce. "Now you get the Jacob treatment."
You shrieked as he lunged forward. Laughing, he tackled you gently into the moss. He was all warmth and light, even in his playfulness, his touch soft and careful, but everywhere at once. Fingers scribbling into your ribs, tracing down your sides, slowly circling towards your belly.
You dissolved into giggles before you even realized it.
"Jacob! Nohohoho!"
"Oh yes," he laughed, delighted. "This is what I do April. You found the wrong door if you're not ready for this." His hands moved in a blur. "Oh my gods, you're so ticklish! This is the best day ever!"
He grinned, then suddenly stopped. His eyes flicked down.
"Oh what's this?"
He gently prodded a spot; the first rib right beneath your underarm, right where it tickled the most. Your body jolted.
"Ohhh, found a spot already huh," he said innocently. "Do you know what I do when I find a spot like that?"
You didn't have time to answer. His fingers circled it at first, then began a slow, devastating rythem, pressing, fluttering, teasing the same cursed place over and over while he watched your face with gleefull fascination.
You went wild, twisting and struggling beneath his touch.
"I think ill just camp out here for a while," he announced gleefully. "Tickle tickle tickle," he whispered, lips just brushing your ear. "Say you're mine."
Your back arched. "J...Jacob!"
"Say it," he breathed, grinning as he leaned over you, the sunlight now catching in his eyes, in his lashes, in the curve of his perfect lips. "Say you're mine and ill think about mercy."
You giggled and twisted helplessly, but somewhere inside, something melted. He wasn't punishing. He wasn't dominating. He was playing with you. Cherishing you through laughter. And oh gods, you wanted more.
You hiccuped as you laughed uncontrollably. Jacob paused the ticklish torment and just grinned at you.
"Oh no, she glitched. Let's see if we can get her to reboot."
He began poking your ribs now, frantically and without pattern. You bucked beneath him, shrieking with laughter.
"You've got so many spots," he teased in awe, as though you were the most fascinating discovery he'd ever made.
"I could explore you for hours, and I'd bet I'd still find more."
He straddled you, pinning your arms to your sides with his legs. You were caught in a trap between his strong thighs. Lifting your blouse a few inches, his fingers danced across your helpless tummy; fluttering, relentless. Giggles spilled out of your mouth as your head shook back and forth.
"Jahahahacob! I can't!"
"Oh, I know you cant," he laughed brightly. "But im still gonna do it anyway."
He winked, then his hands slipped lower, skimming over your hips, just barely grazing the hallows of your hip bones. He paused there, eyes glinting.
"Hmmm, I wonder...are you ticklish here?"
You gasped. "Jacob no! No I'm not!"
But it was far too late. His fingers gently gripped down, his thumbs pressing in ever so lightly, and your laughter shot to the stars.
"Yes! Yes you are!" He shouted triumphantly. "You're horribly ticklish here! This is amazing!"
And then his eyes twinkled darker. He tilted his head.
"You know," he said slowly, his voice dipping into something a little more mischievous. "I've heard that sometimes, the worst tickle spots...are toes."
Your face flushed with panic and delight.
"Jacob...Jacob dont you dare!"
"Ohhh I do dare."
He slid down your legs, grinning like a boy about to do something very bad. "And you've been giggling at me this whole time, which I think means...I've earned this."
You kicked weakly, gasping through your laughter.
"No!"
He caught your ankle with practiced ease, pulling your leg up and pinning it against his chest.
"Yes yes yes."
He peeled off your shoe slowly, theatrically, then your sock, grinning like the demon devil he was.
"Oh look at this," he murmured, admiring your bare foot. "So soft. So cute. So doomed."
He blew a gentle raspberry against your sole. You shrieked.
"Jacob!"
"Mmmmwah!" A sloppy kiss against your arch, nuzzling his nose into it before redirecting his attention to your toes. He began to nibble gently on each one, as they wiggled and tried to curl against his soft lips.
"Whats the matter? You dont like this? You're wiggling like someone who loves it."
Your laughter was breathless and ragged, your body trembling with delight and overstimulation. And Jacob, sweet wicked Jacob, just beaming with glee.
But neither of you saw the figure lurking in the trees. Merrit had followed. He stood just within the shadows, his eyes like burning coals beneath his lashes. His jaw clenched. His fists were still. But inside, he was seething.
Jacob had you pinned. Jacob had his mouth on your toes.
You were his, and Merrit watched it all. Watching you laugh for another man, his own brother. Watching you give yourself to someone else's touch. Something dark and possessive unfurled inside him like smoke. He didn't step forward. Not yet. But his breath was ragged. And he was aching with the need to rip Jacob away from you, throw you over his shoulder, and drag you back to his realm where only his fingers made you scream.
Jacob is still grinning like a child who's won a prize, utterly entranced by the sound of your laughter, his mouth still dangerously close to your toes.
But the air changes. The light dies. The trees groan in protest as the shadows twist unnaturally. A hush falls over the glade, so sudden and thick it presses against your ears like a scream waiting to happen.
Jacob freezes. Your laughter is choked off.
Something is here.
And then he steps out.
Merrit.
His black shirt clings to his lean, furious frame, tousled black hair falling over eyes that are nearly black with rage. Not glowing. Not sparkling. Just cold. Deadly. Possessive.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off her."
His voice is a low growl, barely human, barely restrained. It reverbetates through the trees like a spell, like a curse.
Jacob slowly lowered your leg from his chest, suddenly uncertain. "Merrit..."
"I said, get off her." Merrits boots crush over the forest floor. Every step is deliberate, controlled, like a predator walking up to a thief who dared to touch what was his.
"Shes laughing," Jacob says softly. "She wanted this. I didn't hurt her."
"I dont care," Merrit snarled, jaw tight, dimples flashing in a way that isn't boyish now. Its feral.
"You dont get to make her laugh like that. You dont get to taste her."
Hes standing over you both now. And he grabs you. Strong arms scoop you up roughly against his chest. Not hurting, but not gentle either. His hand is at the back of your head, holding you tight against his collarbone as his scent floods your senses; ash, shadow, and heat.
You dont struggle. You cant. Because he's trembling with restraint.
"You're mine Petal," he whispers, too close to your ear. "Mine. Mine. Mine. You let him touch you, pin you down. Laughed for him. Spread your toes for his mouth."
You tremble.
"I should spank you right here in the dirt," he snarled, carrying you away from Jacob like a stolen treasure. "Should tickle you until you sob. Until you're begging for mercy you won't get."
Jacob watches in stunned silence, his hands now clasped tightly behind his neck.
"Merrit, dont do this. April didn't mean to..."
"Don't speak her name," Merrit turns once, eyes burning. "She belongs to me."
He turns towards the misty veil. And then the shadows swallow you both.
There in the distance was a door. You blinked. It was glowing soft cerulean, almost humming; a warm inviting aura like dusk at the edge of a meadow. There was something impossibly safe about it, a lullaby in the form of a threshold. Where Merrits door was dark and imposing, this one almost smiled at you. You hesitated, breath caught in your throat. Your fingers curled around the silver handle.
The moment you stepped through, the air changed. Warm. Crisp. Full of laughter. You were standing in a sunlit glade, trees gently swaying above, filtered light dancing across a moss forest floor. And in the center, barefoot and leaning lazily against a tree, was him. Jacob.
He looked up the instant you entered, his head tilted in curiosity, his eyes the soft honey brown of polished hazelwood. His touseled light brown hair caught the golden sunlight just so, and he smiled, a wide and genuine, playful smile that hit you straight in the chest.
"Oh..." he said, blinking like he'd just woken from a dream and couldn't believe his eyes. "Hi."
You froze. And so did he.
Something in your body responded before your mind could, like you knew him. Like your soul had been waiting for this exact moment. He pushed off the tree, crossing the distance between you slowly. Carefully.
"You must be her," he said, his voice soft, low, musical in a completely different way from Merrit. Where Merrit sounded like shadows and sin, Jacob sounded like spring. Like honey and sunlight and secret mischief.
"Im Jacob." He reached out, then hesitated, a smile going lopsided. "Can I...?"
You nodded breathless. He took your hand. And everything shimmered.
Heat rushed through your fingertips, spreading across your skin like ripples in a still pond. His touch was electric, but grounding. You stared at him. He stared right back.
"You felt it too, didn't you?" He whispered.
You nodded. His thumb traced over your knuckles as he smiled, eyes sparkling.
"Welcome April. You found me."
Jacob's hand lingered in yours, his smile still tilted in wonder, like he couldn't quite believe you were real. Then his eyes did something curious, drifted downward, slowly, as though he were memorizing the way your fingers fit into his. His long lashes swept up again, and you caught your breath when you saw the glint of mischief now blooming behind those honey brown eyes.
"You're not hurt are you?" He asked gently, referring to your recent encounter with Merrit. But there was something behind the question, a note of teasing.
"No." You whispered, your voice barely there.
"Good..." His smile deepened.
And then, tick.
One hand dropped and his fingers wiggled lightly against your side. You squealed in shock, jerking away, and his grin exploded in delight.
"Ohhh," Jacob said slowly, his eyes wide with exaggerated discovery. "Are you...ticklish."
Your heart jumped in your throat.
"Jacob..."
But it was too late. The playful demon boy was already stalking towards you, hands raised in mock menace.
"No no, dont run " he said utterly amused. "You stepped through my door. You came looking for me, remember? Which means..."
His voice dropped a little, almost sing song, like a boy about to pounce. "Now you get the Jacob treatment."
You shrieked as he lunged forward. Laughing, he tackled you gently into the moss. He was all warmth and light, even in his playfulness, his touch soft and careful, but everywhere at once. Fingers scribbling into your ribs, tracing down your sides, slowly circling towards your belly.
You dissolved into giggles before you even realized it.
"Jacob! Nohohoho!"
"Oh yes," he laughed, delighted. "This is what I do April. You found the wrong door if you're not ready for this." His hands moved in a blur. "Oh my gods, you're so ticklish! This is the best day ever!"
He grinned, then suddenly stopped. His eyes flicked down.
"Oh what's this?"
He gently prodded a spot; the first rib right beneath your underarm, right where it tickled the most. Your body jolted.
"Ohhh, found a spot already huh," he said innocently. "Do you know what I do when I find a spot like that?"
You didn't have time to answer. His fingers circled it at first, then began a slow, devastating rythem, pressing, fluttering, teasing the same cursed place over and over while he watched your face with gleefull fascination.
You went wild, twisting and struggling beneath his touch.
"I think ill just camp out here for a while," he announced gleefully. "Tickle tickle tickle," he whispered, lips just brushing your ear. "Say you're mine."
Your back arched. "J...Jacob!"
"Say it," he breathed, grinning as he leaned over you, the sunlight now catching in his eyes, in his lashes, in the curve of his perfect lips. "Say you're mine and ill think about mercy."
You giggled and twisted helplessly, but somewhere inside, something melted. He wasn't punishing. He wasn't dominating. He was playing with you. Cherishing you through laughter. And oh gods, you wanted more.
You hiccuped as you laughed uncontrollably. Jacob paused the ticklish torment and just grinned at you.
"Oh no, she glitched. Let's see if we can get her to reboot."
He began poking your ribs now, frantically and without pattern. You bucked beneath him, shrieking with laughter.
"You've got so many spots," he teased in awe, as though you were the most fascinating discovery he'd ever made.
"I could explore you for hours, and I'd bet I'd still find more."
He straddled you, pinning your arms to your sides with his legs. You were caught in a trap between his strong thighs. Lifting your blouse a few inches, his fingers danced across your helpless tummy; fluttering, relentless. Giggles spilled out of your mouth as your head shook back and forth.
"Jahahahacob! I can't!"
"Oh, I know you cant," he laughed brightly. "But im still gonna do it anyway."
He winked, then his hands slipped lower, skimming over your hips, just barely grazing the hallows of your hip bones. He paused there, eyes glinting.
"Hmmm, I wonder...are you ticklish here?"
You gasped. "Jacob no! No I'm not!"
But it was far too late. His fingers gently gripped down, his thumbs pressing in ever so lightly, and your laughter shot to the stars.
"Yes! Yes you are!" He shouted triumphantly. "You're horribly ticklish here! This is amazing!"
And then his eyes twinkled darker. He tilted his head.
"You know," he said slowly, his voice dipping into something a little more mischievous. "I've heard that sometimes, the worst tickle spots...are toes."
Your face flushed with panic and delight.
"Jacob...Jacob dont you dare!"
"Ohhh I do dare."
He slid down your legs, grinning like a boy about to do something very bad. "And you've been giggling at me this whole time, which I think means...I've earned this."
You kicked weakly, gasping through your laughter.
"No!"
He caught your ankle with practiced ease, pulling your leg up and pinning it against his chest.
"Yes yes yes."
He peeled off your shoe slowly, theatrically, then your sock, grinning like the demon devil he was.
"Oh look at this," he murmured, admiring your bare foot. "So soft. So cute. So doomed."
He blew a gentle raspberry against your sole. You shrieked.
"Jacob!"
"Mmmmwah!" A sloppy kiss against your arch, nuzzling his nose into it before redirecting his attention to your toes. He began to nibble gently on each one, as they wiggled and tried to curl against his soft lips.
"Whats the matter? You dont like this? You're wiggling like someone who loves it."
Your laughter was breathless and ragged, your body trembling with delight and overstimulation. And Jacob, sweet wicked Jacob, just beaming with glee.
But neither of you saw the figure lurking in the trees. Merrit had followed. He stood just within the shadows, his eyes like burning coals beneath his lashes. His jaw clenched. His fists were still. But inside, he was seething.
Jacob had you pinned. Jacob had his mouth on your toes.
You were his, and Merrit watched it all. Watching you laugh for another man, his own brother. Watching you give yourself to someone else's touch. Something dark and possessive unfurled inside him like smoke. He didn't step forward. Not yet. But his breath was ragged. And he was aching with the need to rip Jacob away from you, throw you over his shoulder, and drag you back to his realm where only his fingers made you scream.
Jacob is still grinning like a child who's won a prize, utterly entranced by the sound of your laughter, his mouth still dangerously close to your toes.
But the air changes. The light dies. The trees groan in protest as the shadows twist unnaturally. A hush falls over the glade, so sudden and thick it presses against your ears like a scream waiting to happen.
Jacob freezes. Your laughter is choked off.
Something is here.
And then he steps out.
Merrit.
His black shirt clings to his lean, furious frame, tousled black hair falling over eyes that are nearly black with rage. Not glowing. Not sparkling. Just cold. Deadly. Possessive.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off her."
His voice is a low growl, barely human, barely restrained. It reverbetates through the trees like a spell, like a curse.
Jacob slowly lowered your leg from his chest, suddenly uncertain. "Merrit..."
"I said, get off her." Merrits boots crush over the forest floor. Every step is deliberate, controlled, like a predator walking up to a thief who dared to touch what was his.
"Shes laughing," Jacob says softly. "She wanted this. I didn't hurt her."
"I dont care," Merrit snarled, jaw tight, dimples flashing in a way that isn't boyish now. Its feral.
"You dont get to make her laugh like that. You dont get to taste her."
Hes standing over you both now. And he grabs you. Strong arms scoop you up roughly against his chest. Not hurting, but not gentle either. His hand is at the back of your head, holding you tight against his collarbone as his scent floods your senses; ash, shadow, and heat.
You dont struggle. You cant. Because he's trembling with restraint.
"You're mine Petal," he whispers, too close to your ear. "Mine. Mine. Mine. You let him touch you, pin you down. Laughed for him. Spread your toes for his mouth."
You tremble.
"I should spank you right here in the dirt," he snarled, carrying you away from Jacob like a stolen treasure. "Should tickle you until you sob. Until you're begging for mercy you won't get."
Jacob watches in stunned silence, his hands now clasped tightly behind his neck.
"Merrit, dont do this. April didn't mean to..."
"Don't speak her name," Merrit turns once, eyes burning. "She belongs to me."
He turns towards the misty veil. And then the shadows swallow you both.
