Felix Fox

“I’m quite interest in the haunted house. Nothing scares me, that why I love this time of year, no? The costume, the blood, the fear, it’s exhilarating. My husband, won’t go through it and he won’t let me go though it by myself.” Irena saw her husband and smiled. Turning toward the gentleman escorting her she gave him a comforting squeeze to his arm. “Merci, Felix.” Irena said giving the boy a small smile. “Do me favor. Don’t speak to me like that again. I’m not your bitch.” Irena said fixing her dres. “I’m his bitch.” she continued pointing towards Demetri  then started walking away slowly. 

“Hm” Felix gave an understood hum accompanied by the nodding of his head. He half-expected Irena to ask him to escort her through one of the haunted houses since her husband weren’t impressed by them. In which case, Felix would have reluctantly agreed because really, what choice did he have? He was a newly minted serpent, he still had a lot to prove. And there it was, the request of a favor slipping from her colored red lips. However, turns out she didn’t want him to walk her through the houses at all. Instead, she asked him not to talk to her like she’s his bitch. Which he wasn’t aware he was doing in the first place.  “He’s a lucky man.” Felix then commented after she made himself even more aware that she was Demetri’s. Felix tried to keep any sarcasm out of his voice. He didn’t need any more problems right now.

As they walked, his question had her nodding. “Yes, I am, thank you.” Irena responded. “It’s always so magnifique in it’s own way, no?” She said as she looked over at the young man escorting her. “Are you enjoying yourself? Are you going to go through the haunted houses?” 

“Yeah...It’s nice.” Felix commented dryly as he looked around at all the lit up rides. It was certainly something. Maybe not magnificent, but pretty close to it if you liked zombies and pretend serial killers jumping out at you every minute and invading your personal space. “Haunted houses aren’t really my thing.” Felix stopped just before a food stand. He could see Demetri’s back. He was wearing his infamous leather jacket with the double-headed snake on the back. “What about yourself? Do haunted houses work on you?” He wasn’t sure how frightful the older woman was. Surely she’s seen enough real horrors to where staged ones would be a walk in the park. 

“Forgiven.” She responded. As Irena watched the young serpent before her, she always watched, read, and studied, their facial expressions and body language. “Do you always speak to people that way?” Her voice getting deeper, quieter, more sultry as to intimidate the ones she knows is beneath her. “You are to treat people with respect and I will hear nothing less.” Irena moved her mask back to it’s place and took his arm. “Demetri was getting food not far from her, you could walk me back, please.” 

Felix made a face after Irena chided him for his less than stellar behavior. What did she expect from a serpent? Chivalry? Charm? Two things Felix did possess but he didn’t offer them out to just anyone. He reserved those strictly for his secret girlfriend and baby mama. “Of course.” Felix agreed to take her to her husband, the king of the serpents. It was funny to him, how she was worried about his behavior in particular, when her husband was filthier than all the serpents combined. Felix has heard stories and seen some of them for himself. It wasn’t but a few weeks ago when he was practically eye-raping Brooke Fitzgerald: Felix’s parabatai. This was before she was a serpent. Then to become a serpent he made her dance naked on stage while on drugs— that he forced on her. Demetri was a pig. So whatever class Irena wanted to pretend she had, Felix merely scoffed inwardly at it. “Enjoying Hell Fest, Mrs. Balam?” 

Izzy wasn’t used to seeing Felix this way, and therefore it was definitely a first. She’s seen him hurt, and angry, and upset. But, she’s never seen him this self-deprecating. He blamed himself for coming on too strongly and he implied or felt that she should, too. He loved her but, didn’t feel as though he was deserving of her love and forgiveness as well. But with all love, comes forgiveness. If they were to punish each other for every mistake they made, their relationship would cease to exist and never really work. In fact, the reason they worked and got along so well together was because they were both mature and well-rounded enough to find it in their hearts to forgive each other and still cherish one another despite their little hiccups. That wouldn’t change. “It’s not your fault,” Izzy assured him with a shake of her head while she cupped his cheeks. It pained her to see him like this, blaming himself for something he couldn’t control even if he tried. “And no, that’s not who you are. You’re you. You’re the man that I love, the father of our child, and my twin flame. You can’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control even if you tried. And I trust that you did try. That you wanted to. Because your heart is pure and proof of that exists in the guilt you feel right now which I’m encouraging you to let go of because I’m not mad or upset. I know who you are, Felix. Even while you question it yourself.” Which was true… she knew who he was. He wasn’t the person he was making himself out to be.

At his inquiry of what she was doing, Izzy smiled and pecked his lips. She could tell by the flexing of his jaw that she was getting to him when she thrust herself above his lap. She was hoping to, at least. If only, to take his mind off his guilt. Though, it still seemed to persist as he informed her that she didn’t need to make him feel better. She knew that but, what if she wanted to? It pained her to see him hurting himself over something that was not his fault and if there were anything she could do to help ease his mind or relax him then, she wanted to do it.  “I know we are, bebe. I just want you to relax, to close your eyes and listen.” Felix seemed to oblige her wishes as he did just that, resting his hazel eyes while she fished in his pocket for his wallet. Thankfully, he had a few loose dollars on him, and Izzy slipped those into the photobooth to allow it to snap a series of pictures as she slid off his lap onto the floor by his feet. “You trust me?” Izzy questioned him again, as she unbuckled his jeans and urged him to lift his hips up. Once he did, Izzy eased them down, though not completely all the way off. They were in public after all. “Imagine us there again. I know you don’t want to but I’m asking you bebe please… for me? I know you think I didn’t enjoy myself but I did. And I wanted you. I still do..” Izzy confessed as she eased his boxers down a little too, until his cock sprung to freedom. It was stiff with excitement and from where Izzy was positioned on her knees, she could see him pulsing nervously a little bit.

“You know, my abuelo used to tell me that you should never forget to smile–” As Izzy spoke, her lips curved into a sexy smirk prior to leaning forward and kissing the tip of his cock while talking against it, –”because you never know who may be falling in love with it. So smile,” she purrs, while rolling her tongue along his slit, “and relax…” Regardless of him telling her, she didn’t have to and they were more than sex, Izzy wanted to do this. Despite how dangerous it was, Izzy wanted proof in digital form of what Felix looked like when he was completely relaxed. Nothing compared to the faces and sounds and twitches he made when she went down on him, which is exactly what she was doing now as she wrapped her wet lips around the head of his cock, before easing him into her warm mouth. He was feeling down and Izzy was dead set on lifting his spirits back up and making him feel good because he deserved it. He deserved the world, and to feel wanted and loved and cherished because that’s exactly what he was. “It’s okay,” Izzy cooed with him in her mouth, her words a bit garbled given the circumstances, “to thrust. I want you to enjoy it, and so does the camera…” With every bit of insatiable thirst she had, Izzy took him into the back of her mouth, sucking and deep-throating him with a desperate fire and urgency that she wanted him to feel and enjoy as her mouth watered and drooled all over him. 

Isabelle’s words of encouragement did not fall on deaf ears. Felix listened to her and moreover, he trusted her. If she could forgive him for looking at her like a body that night, then in time he would be able to forgive himself too. He just didn’t want to look like a sleazy person in her eyes. Their relationship was better than all the other ones they’ve ever had. Isabelle was no Jessica, and Felix was no Killian. They treated each other with love and respect and Felix didn’t want to lose that. “I trust you, baby.” Felix leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She tasted of warmth and sweetness. It was her natural taste. He knew she hasn’t been indulging in the theme park’s goodies. Despite being pregnant, Isabelle tried to stay on her strict diet. She was still living in fear of their wicked king and that’s why Felix joined the reapers and then the serpents. He’s penetrated the king’s walls and now the only thing that was left was for them to take him down. Then they could start building a safer world for their little princess. So she’d never have to face the monsters they’ve been haunted by for years. 

When Isabelle eventually reached into his pockets, Felix lifted and turned his hips with quiet laughter. He didn’t know what she was doing but he’d give her access to anything. Whatever belonged to him, belongs to her. He felt her dislodge his wallet from his back pocket before he lowered his body and listened to the photo booth eat a few wrinkled dollars he had tucked away for sodas and cotton candy. Isabelle may not have indulged, but Felix did. He enjoyed his snacks. But still kept his body in tip-top fighting shape. Which Isabelle got a good look at as she tugged his jeans down off his v-cut hips and down his muscled thighs. “Baby,” Felix whined because he didn’t want her to think she owed him anything— but also because he was highly sensitive to her mouth being near his groin. Isabelle was his first blow job, ever. No one had ever gone down on him and so it was hers completely. Her painted red lips were its owner, its Queen. And she treated him like her King as she got down onto her knees. Felix could feel the warmth of her breath as it excited a whisper over his engorged head. He was already plump and pulsing. His skin was feverish and tinted with a blush of red. The veins in his shaft swelled up beneath the soft caress of her fingers and nails, and Felix bit back a moan that seemed to rest at the back his throat. His hazel eyes lit up — not that she could see them behind the squeezing of his eyelids. He kept them closed as per her request. She asked him if he trusted her. He did; with his life. 

Irena felt someone bump into her as she watched the farris wheel turn and turn. Irena looked over at the young initiate and rolled her eyes. Sliding her masquerade mask up a bit she raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t planning on riding, in fact, it is you who should be watching where you are going, little one.” 

Felix took a mechanic step backward as the older woman lifted her mask. He recognized her instantly as Demetri’s wife: Queen of the Serpents. Almost immediately his jaw relaxed and his eyebrows rose from the tension his frustration had put on them. “I’m sorry, Irene. Please forgive me.” Felix licked at his dry lips. He still wasn’t sure about the woman before him. But the serpents seemed relatively nicer than the reapers. They considered each other family, but still— he could never be certain. Felix had a lot of bad experiences with the gangs so far. “Can I assist you somewhere? Away from the masses?” Felix extended his arm for her to take if she wished for a guide. 

As Felix went on to explain, Isabelle curled up in his arms and looked to him, confused. She didn’t recall him coming on too strongly, or forcing himself onto her. That’s not how it happened in her mind. It was a lot to take in, sure. But, Izzy still enjoyed herself and she enjoyed him despite how it might have looked to him in the moment. “You are definitely something, Felix Fox,” Isabelle murmured through her smile after he kissed her lips and then her exposed stomach. His mouth was so gentle and sweet and warm that Izzy moaned inwardly to herself as he sat back up and admitted that he felt awful about that night. Izzy supposed, she didn’t understand because she didn’t see him in any negative light, and definitely not the way he saw himself right now. He was lower than low, mentally. A product, of course, of the mental abuse he endured growing up from Constance. She would always break him down and make him feel inferior. He expected punishment when he stepped out of line because to him, that’s what he’s always been granted. Even with Killian, when the King Reaper felt he was disobedient or insubordinate, he punished him. Sometimes, almost to death.

But, it would never be like that with Isabelle. She didn’t derive any pleasure out of seeing him hurt. And he obviously was right now. Not just emotionally but physically as well, as Isabelle glanced at the anxiously-ridden mannerisms of his hands. His knuckles were bruised, some even scratched and busted up from the relentless beatings to his punching bag. “Let me…” Isabelle begged as she urged Felix to give her his hands. She kiss his bruised knuckles and then his lips again, before talking against them in a soft, drawn-out whisper, “I don’t blame you for anything that happened that night. You ought to know that, bebe. And you have to forgive yourself because I do. It wasn’t your fault. Felix…” Isabelle rasped as she set her legs down and stood back up, though her body was slightly slouched in the confinements of the tight photo booth where she readjusted herself, before straddling his waist and facing him now so that he was forced to look at her. “You did nothing wrong. Are you listening to me? Hey,” Isabelle paused to cup his cheeks, urging him to look up into her eyes as she gently nudged him by lightly thrusting in his lap, “I love you. You trust me, don’t you? If so, close your eyes… and relax. And then tell me, when you’re ready.”

Felix tried not to show the pain he was in but it was obvious— as obvious as the markings on his hand which Isabelle eventually spotted. He tried to cover up but the goddess was persistent in keeping her beau open. And so she took his hands from his lap and held them up to her ruby red lips. A slight shudder breezed around his spine as he felt the tender medicine of her mouth lay upon his bruised knuckles, swollen from one too many brutal jabs against the 100-pound bag hanging from a post inside the Serpent’s private gym, used for training. Felix was supposed to be training with Brooke, his parabatai. But instead he’d been visiting the center alone, so he could bash his fists open and feel the numb punishment of his warm blood leaking through the cracks of his fingers. “Well, you should.” He said at once. She should blame him. He was an animal. She was the mother of his baby for Christ's sake— why did he think it was all right to treat her like a pain reliever? If he had a problem he should have taken it to the bathroom. Isabelle’s body wasn’t his to use whenever he pleased, no matter what they said while caught up in a heated moment of passion. “You shouldn’t let me off the hook. You have every right to be mad at me.” Felix drew in a deeper breath. He was massaging his fingers but not for relief— that he didn’t deserve. It was a self-conscious act, like he was ashamed of the redness. He should have worn his leather gloves to the park. 

A smile touched the corners of her lips as Izzy leaned peacefully into Felix’s touch. She missed him more than he realized. And probably more than he could have ever imagined. The distance between them wasn’t ideal and if Izzy could have helped it, there never would have been any at all. But, it was hard to get alone time with him. Especially with their unruly King around. And lately, Felix has seemed wound up, like he was walking on eggshells around her. She didn’t understand but she tried to, and she was patient because that’s what real love required you to be. And according to Isabelle, that’s what they had. A real, genuine love. “Where?” Izzy breathed, accepting Felix’s hand while at the same time missing the soft, delicate touch of his fingers tracing the dimple in her skin. Izzy got her answer when Felix led her into one of the four photo booths. Izzy climbed inside first, while Felix followed. The space was a little crammed and so to make room, Izzy propped her legs over Felix’s lap while he led the conversation and even apologized for what happened at Purge.  While, the sentiment was definitely appreciated, Izzy didn’t feel an apology on his part was necessary. She didn’t blame him for anything that went on and actually thought that he was upset with her, as opposed to her being upset with him. “Bebe…” Isabelle whispered as she placed her thumb over his lips to silence him. Then afterwards, traced his mouth with her thumb and smiled before leaning in for a slow and sensual kiss. One that ignited the fire in her bones and stomach as she moaned against his lips, “Bebe, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain, I understand. And I don’t think illfully of you. I love you. You know that, right?” While waiting for his response, Izzy brushed the hair blocking her view of his pretty, hazel eyes. She missed them so much. “Is this why you’ve been so tense? You thought I was upset with you? I’m more upset that I couldn’t help you. I wanted to, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I don’t want you to beat yourself up about this, because I don’t. And I love you all the same, if not more. We both do,” to emphasize, Izzy took one of Felix’s hands and laid it over her flat stomach, “Hey–” using her other, Izzy cupped his cheek and kissed him again on the lips, “I love you and I’ve missed you, okay?”

With Isabelle’s legs resting over his lap, Felix brushed his soothing fingertips up and down her exposed ankle and foot. It didn’t matter if they were on the outs or not, Isabelle was still his future wife and the mother of his child. He planned on marrying her once their evil King meets his final resting place; whether that be in hell or behind bars in Tombstone City. Either way, he’d be out of their lives forever, and unable to hurt them. “Yes?” Felix answered Isabelle before wrapping an arm around her bare midriff. He always felt like putty in her hands whenever she called him bebe. It was her spanish way of calling him baby, or her babe. Which was such a turn on because no one else had ever given him such an endearing nickname. It was always Fox or Lone Wolf, or Feely (which is what Jessica used to call him for being overly-sensitive. It was her way of saying he had too many feelings, which to her - was a turn off). But in Isabelle’s warmth he felt safe from the cruelty of rejection. At least he did now. At Purge, Felix felt like Isabelle didn’t want him anymore. Granted, he might have come on too strong, but she once told him she belonged to him, and that he could take her whenever he wanted. She even offered him her last virginity, in the same way. The latin queen gave herself over to her prince charming completely. So when he needed her and came for her, it felt humiliating getting rejected. It made him wonder if all that building up was just a pretense? However, blaming Isabelle was not something Felix was so ready to do, and so he blamed himself instead. Maybe he came on too strong? Maybe she wasn’t in the mood? She may have been his and their baby’s, but that didn’t mean he could be so presumptuous. There was a certain level of respect that should have been there and while on tentacion, Felix didn’t seem to possess it. 

When Isabelle covered his full, most lips with her finger, a quiet moan vibrated in the back of his throat followed by the sharing of a mutual kiss that left Felix both lightheaded and warm. “I love you,” he breathed against her mouth before gently sucking on the tip of her tongue and then her bottom lip. As Isabelle whispered she loved him too, and that he didn’t have to explain, he broke their tender kiss to shake his head “no.” Because he wanted to resolve this. He needed them to move forward from it. They had to, right? it was the only way for them to feel completely and utterly comfortable with each other again. “I came on too strong.” Felix apologized softly as she laid his palm across her uncovered stomach. It hurt his heart touching their baby because he let her mommy down. He promised her when he gave her that arrowhead that he would never let her down and he did. He let them both down. He was a failure. Constance was right all along - he was just like his father. This was why he wanted to stay away from booze and drugs. But they were forced on him and he acted like an idiot. “The tentacion was so strong, but it shouldn’t have been stronger than our twin flame. I relented, I caved to the temptation and I shouldn’t have forced myself onto you.” Felix couldn’t get the memory out of his head— him kissing her breasts while taking her top down. He was so horny, he would have done anything for relief, including making Isabelle feel guilty for not reciprocating. “I love you too, dimples. And I love our daughter.” Felix kissed Isabelle once on her lips and then bent down to kiss her tummy, where their daughter was growing. She was going to be beautiful and brave, just like her mama. He just hoped she wouldn’t come out with his emotional handicap. “I feel so awful. I just— I don’t know how to turn it off.” Felix was used to being punished. Isabelle hadn’t punished him yet. So the feelings of remorse lingered. However, if Isabelle looked close enough she’d see that his hands were cut up from beating on his punching bag without proper care. He wanted to hurt— he felt he deserved it. 

Being that they were twin flames, or perhaps because Isabelle was pregnant with his child, but Izzy could sense Felix long before, she drew closer towards the Ferris Wheel. While, it wasn’t as romantic as the one they shared on their first date, it still had sentimental value. Izzy followed it and the persistence of the crowds as many college students and young adults enjoyed and flocked towards the festivities. Isabelle was dressed as Jasmine from Aladdin. She wanted something she could pull off while at the same time, something Felix would recognize as he saw her approach. They haven’t spoken much since Purge Night. Killian kept them apart and busy, minus the few instances they’d share a meal or two at the palace. There was so much Izzy wanted to catch up on. And she even had a surprise prepared for Felix at the end of the night, which she’s been diligently working on for the past couple of days. She was waiting for the right moment to unveil it and depending on how tonight went, he might just get it after they were through with Hell Fest.  To start though, Izzy needed to find him. And she did after half an hour of searching. She caught him giving another bystander lip about watching where they stood. The poor kid, who couldn’t be more than 17, dodged out of Felix’s way but not before sending him a rude, passing glare. Right away, Izzy could sense that Felix was in a mood. Which should have been expected given the last few days. He wasn’t completely avoiding her but he definitely walked around with a chip on his shoulder. One, Izzy was hoping to assuage as she approached him. The top of her head came up to his shoulder which she tapped to get his attention before urging him to turn around. “Bebe?” Isabelle beckoned him softly. She got a sense of deja vu almost, because she felt that same nervous anxiety she had when she approached him at Club Mixx in the Bay River Islands after Felix took off after his initiation into the Reapers. Now he was a serpent, regardless if it being under a false guise. “Is everything okay?”

Felix never felt guilty for having a smart-mouthed disposition, but tonight he did as the offended teenager dodged his line of fire by cautiously slipping away. He was clearly intimidated by the taller male’s brass tone and hazel eyes, ablaze. Isabelle had informed Felix that he possessed leadership qualities, people would move mountains for him, but there was nothing impressive about scaring a kid off. That was a despicable talent used by their worst nightmare: Killian Steele – An unruly King, whom they planned to take down for his heinous crimes against his own people.

Feeling somewhat annoyed with himself, Felix looked down to give himself a minute to collect his bearings. He only closed his eyes for a few seconds before he felt someone touch his shoulder. Felix expected to turn around and see the kid he ran off, but what he received instead was so much better. Isabelle’s soft “bebe” filled his stomach with something warm and tingly, followed by the rousing of his heartbeat – pumping faster. The blood his veins were accepting felt sweetened; everything inside him seemed to light right up. His palms were moist as he curled his fingers, stopping himself from embracing her, though he wanted to with every fiber of his being. Isabelle looked amazing, dressed in shades of pale blue. Her tanned stomach and shoulders exposed. Jasmine was a good look on her and also a hilarious reminder of the times he referred to her as the Disney princess. He used to call her “princess” and “jasmine” when they first met because she was spoiled and bratty, and looked like Jasmine. But after getting to know the “real” Isabelle, Felix fell in love with her and didn’t want a day to go by without seeing her dimpled cheek and gorgeous brown eyes.

“Wow—” his lips formed a small circle as he exhaled the air from his cheeks. “You look beautiful, dimples.” His fingers moved lightly to brush the side of her face, tracing over the small dimple she wore like a crown. Felix couldn’t help himself, despite being in a public setting, surrounded by others. A slow smile then touched his tanned features before dropping his hand because they weren’t in a great place (emotionally or physically). Anyone could spot them out in the open and report it back to the King Reaper - that his Fox and his Queen were caught snuggled up under the twinkling lights of a Ferris wheel. 

“Come with me-” Felix reached for the queen’s hand and guided her into a nearby photo booth. They would be able to talk more privately inside, with the curtains closed, shielding them from the public. “It’s weird...hm? How we always end up here? At an amusement park or carnival, on the outs with each other.” Felix tried to smile as if making light of it, but his smile was weak and more sad than anything else. “Look…” he sucked in a breath, clearly nervous. His voice was slightly shaking as he spoke, “–What happened at Purge. I shouldn’t have just…assumed I could.... I was wrong. I feel awful about it. For days, I tried talking to you but, I lost my nerve. I was controlled by my impulses and…it sickens me. I treated you the same way the others did…” as his voice trembled, so did his hands. He was an emotional person when he allowed himself to be. Which, wasn’t very often because Felix didn’t trust anyone with his heart…until he met Isabelle. “I’d understand if you don’t see me the same way you used to.”

there was a subtle cloudiness to her eyes, shifting royal blue hues to more of a medium shade of the same color. she had ten fruit roll ups, one wrapped meticulously around each digit of hers. she sat staring up at the sky in a trance of her own, music budding through her earphones. katherine bit at the artificial fruit candy on her left index, moving onto her second, and by the fourth, the ride came to a steady halt. she paused her music, signaling the operator that she was going for another ride. the crowd sighed. one man even took to dropping his chili dog in fury. and up again she went, only to come down once more.

she figured it’d been enough of riding solo until she saw felix, his expression never ceasing to amaze her. she smiled softly at his irritation with someone in line, who was obviously more irate than himself. she peeled out of the bunker and headed over to him before kissing the cheek and lingering her hand a little longer upon the instructor of the ferris wheel, who was clearly very female and very enthralled by kitty. she whispered in her ear before making her way over to mr. tall dark and handsome.

she peered up at him, his height clearly a staple in who he was, much like how kitty’s was. she was short but she seemed to tame more people despite not looking all that vicious. “you should work here, felix. you seem like a natural leader.” she said, the ending piece of the sentence coming out almost like she had knowledge past what she was really saying. “i’m kitty.” she extended a palm, but knowing his reputation and the thought that he wouldn’t take it, she retreated it back to her side. “why don’t you come have a singular ride with me and no one else? the rest can wait.” as if sensing how he might be hesitant because he did not know who she was nor even her sexuality, she informed him that the worker was a friend of sorts, sorts being that she’d sat on kitty’s face more than once and that her interest was not in the least bit sexual. “so, what do you say?” 

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Felix quoted William Shakespeare. His tone was deadpan, much like his expression. He didn’t care if the girl continued to talk, and he wasn’t impressed by her comment either. Who the hell would want to work at an amusement park? The people were a disaster. They were all over the place. He didn’t want to be responsible for them. He had enough on his plate as is. However, that didn’t mean he would open up to—whats-her-face about it: the girl who was still standing below his chin, who he forgot all about, until he looked down and realized she was still standing there and talking. He rolled his hazel eyes for a second time, “Kitty, right...? I already know a kitty. She’s small and yappy, too. Why would I need another one?” Felix licked at his lips. He was of course referring to his parabatai: Brooke Fitzgerald. They were calling her kitty or serpent kitty? She had a pair of cat ears tattooed on the head of her snake. ‘Oh shit,’ he hummed to himself a moment later. This girl...the tiny one below him was a Reaper, wasn’t she? A gunsmith for Killian. Right, he saw her around the club before. That’s how she knew him. Then again, everyone knew him. He was living with Killian. Felix was the fastest rising Reaper since...well, since Izzy. Their Queen.

While Killian Steele remained locked up in the palace, watching a fire with a glass of scotch in hand, Felix slipped out for “serpent business” which was just an excuse for him to go to Hell Fest. Killian has kept Felix at his palace for the past couple of days. He wanted to be closer to him and Isabelle, whom he expected to be nothing more than step-siblings, but that wasn’t the case at all. They had been happily sneaking around with each other for months behind the King’s back. Hence, their growing princess. But recent matters pertaining to his initiation into the serpents had temporarily hindered them from moving forward. 

Dressed as the red hood, Felix pulled up to Hell Fest on his motorcycle and dismounted the bike to get his ticket from the booth. Thinking of Isabelle, Felix’s eyes drifted over to the ferris wheel while still walking. He then nearly bumped into someone and was ready to apologize before realizing who they were. Then he gave a roll of his eyes and shifted his weight onto his back foot, “watch where you’re standing. The line is over there. Not in the walkway.” It was obvious Felix was salty, he wanted to have fun but it was hard for him to put his guard down long enough to embrace the idea. 

Brooke, like Felix, and even Jake, didn’t know what to make of all that’s happened in the last few hours. 90% of it she already regretted, now that the drug-induced toxins were leaving her body and she was beginning to feel more like herself again. The self that was loyal, faithful, and dedicated to Jake. Although, her behavior after she left him was a bit questionable. Not on purpose, of course, Brooke had a hard time controlling herself and her impulses. The whole point of tentacion was to lower your inhibitions meaning the things Brooke normally would have controlled (or tried to) she couldn’t. She let her eyes stray, she flaunted herself to some pimpled stranger, and she danced topless for a club chalk full of thirsty pigs. It definitely wasn’t the best night ever. And though, she had reason to celebrate (she was a serpent now along with Felix, woohoo!!) Brooke didn’t really feel like celebrating?? She would have rather gone home, where she could break the news to Jake there about what happened after they parted. Alas, she knew that would have to wait. Demetri wasn’t going to let his newest recruits go home so early. They had to stick around for a little while, mingle, pretend like they were excited and they didn’t feel guilty for anything that went on throughout the course of their initiation.

Felix’s agreement to stick around or at least come say hi, was appreciated. Brooke wouldn’t admit it to him or to Jake yet but, they kind of bonded? They weren’t like, best friends now or anything but they were friendlier? Brooke could tolerate and appreciate his company a little more now. He had her back when it mattered and he didn’t let her give up, so that counted for something right? “Saying hi will suffice,” Brooke acknowledged her new parabatai’s effort with a half smile, as she led the way over to Jake. Brooke was elated when Jake admitted that he missed her too, right before he pulled her body in closer. It was comforting to bask in his affection after such a long, tumultuous night. Thank god, they recently splurged on their own place and in an hour or two, they would be at home in their master suite, curled up on the bed with Panda (Brooke’s pup) and hopefully soon, a cat, that Brooke was trying desperately to get Jake to buy her. Their family wouldn’t be complete until that happened because Brooke was set on the number four and as much as Jake told her that Stu counted as the fourth, she argued against the fact. Besides, Jake owed her for letting Stu crash with them in one of their guest rooms until he found a place. “Who said anything about sharing me?” Brooke murmured against Jake’s mouth, as she propped both hands along his waist. “I’m yours,” She insisted, before raising her thumb to wipe the wetness from Jake’s bottom lip. “Think we can ditch Stu tonight? I don’t know about you but… I think we’re overdue for some much needed alone time and we’ve barely had any since we moved in. It sucks,” She whined as she tugged on his bottom lip between her teeth, molding her small frame against his body so he could protect her with his arms. Brooke’s outfit didn’t leave too much to the imagination and she felt kind of naked in it.

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At the bar, Stu leaned against the cracked wood paneling of the countertop, nursing a warm beer in his hands. He looked over when he noticed Brooke’s newest, cleaner cut version of Jake standing beside him. He joked that this Felix guy had been Brooke’s new boyfriend and as a result, Jake punched him in the nuts. His balls still stung for that and so he knew better than to make any further jokes at Brooke and Jake’s expense, out loud. Sucks, because it was fun but his balls were more important to him than his crude jokes. “You mean with them?” Stu motioned to Jake and Brooke across the bar by pointing the rim of his glass in their general direction right before he shrugged, “Nah, not really. After awhile, you get used to it. I appreciate this over world war 3 which, believe me, is coming…” Stu gave a pat to Felix’s newly-minted Serpents jacket before he motioned for the barkeep to grab him another beer, along with a second one for the freshmeat baby cobra, “So tell me, what was it like?” By now, everyone had heard about Felix and Brooke’s initation and how they retrieved the key, or a key, to the King Reaper’s Tombstone City. The place was legendary and Stu’s heard the stories. He wonders if they’re true or not. Maybe the new baby cobra could shed some light? “Tombstone City. You went inside, right? Did you get to see one of those silent brothers? Man, I hope you got pictures. If so, I wanna see. Demetri’s not sharing. But hey, you’re family now, so share the wealth?” Stu made a ‘fork it over’ gesture with his hands.

Jake’s eyes narrowed a bit. It would be stupid of him to believe Brooke was still one hundred percent his because she wasn’t. And he could have lived with that if Felix was a female. But he wasn’t, at all. If anything, he was the epitome of masculinity. For the short time that Jake has known Felix, the other had shown strength, courage, and selflessness. Strength when he broke up house fight after house fight while on vacation with Jake and Brooke’s friends. Courage when he stood up to their trespassers. And selflessness when he left with them. All he wanted was to make sure no one else got hurt and Jake could admire that. Especially knowing Felix had his girlfriend, Isabelle, in mind. He would have done anything to protect her and maybe that should be reason enough not to worry? If anything, Isabelle might feel the exact same way as Jake felt right now. 

“A parabatai is a lifelong partner, babe. It would be different if he was a girl. I was expecting for him to be a girl.” Stu seemed to think he was a prettier version of Jake. It was his hazel eyes and softer voice. It made girls swoon and Jake was sure those irresistible qualities got to Brooke too. It made Jake question what went on after he left her, still buzzing on tentacion. He did his best to sate her but the drug remains in your system for up to 4-6 hours. Jake gave her relief where she needed it, but that wasn’t to say it didn’t come back after an hour or so. “I don’t know...” Jake ran a hand through his thick curly mane. He kind of wanted to get out of the Whyte Wyrm. His stomach hurt. In a way to where he felt anxious and jealous. He didn’t want to be. But it was Brooke. She was like the one person he ever truly cared about. And what really got under his skin was knowing he didn’t deserve her. He’d been on tentacion before. He knew how it felt. And he caved to its temptations after he left Eastwood to join the Serpents. 

“Always and forever. 11 billion lifetimes.” Jake whispered against Brooke’s cheek as she held onto his jacket while reminding him who she really belonged to, which wasn’t Felix or the Serpents. “Actually, we can ditch Stu. He can sleep in a gutter tonight.” Jake looked up over Brooke’s head. He spotted Stu resting against the bar beside Felix. He was such a little weasel. “Come on. I’ll sneak you out of here. There’s a back door.” Speaking of backdoor, Jake’s tattooed fist came down around Brooke’s ass. She was wearing a really tight small dress, so he could feel the very curve of her ass as if she weren’t wearing anything at all. Giving the fleshy cushion a good hard squeeze, Jake kissed her forehead and then took her hand into his. “You still feel the T at all? Did you like the feel of it? It’s super addictive. The reapers and serpents are fighting over it. But that’s what El Santo wanted. He had Stu and I deliver it to both sets, hoping they’d cave to its temptation. Which they did, and now it’s a bloody war for the stuff.” Jake pushed the back door open and helped Brooke down the stairs to a row of motorcycles. One of them being his, and Stu’s was right beside him. “Good luck trying to get home now, asshole.” Jake crouched down and cut the gas line on Stu’s bike. The fluids came leaking out immediately all over the ground as Jake laughed and mounted his own bike before handing back a helmet (with cat ears attached) to Brooke. “You ready to ride, kitten?” 

Meanwhile, back inside; Felix was texting Isabelle back and forth while sharing drinks with Stu at the bar. “Yeah, with them.” Felix looked up from his phone, watching as Jake grabbed onto Brooke’s hand. He led her through the crowds until both of their snake’s disappeared into a horde of many. Felix envied Brooke in a way. He knew where they were going. Jake wanted to sate his girl while Felix was still itching and hopped up on a variety of over the counter drugs just to get rid of his temptations. Stu, however, seemed to have his eyes on, like, five different girls at once. He was something else. Felix never met anyone like him and that somehow made him captivating. “World war 3? What do you mean? ...What’s coming?” Felix wasn’t sure if Stu was referring to the couple fighting or a war within the gang. Killian would have wanted him to ask, just to be sure. And Felix wanted to know for himself, as well. He was in this now. He had to fight on both sides. “We did get into Tombstone.” Felix sighed before covering his disappointment up with the mouth of his beer. Isabelle was going to be so letdown that Demetri got a key. That wasn’t Felix’s plan. He wanted to explore the underground but Brooke hid the key between her breasts and he couldn’t exactly go fishing for it. “The footage we used for the initiation expired. It’s like a snapchat? Demetri watches it and then its gone. I don’t have anything saved. Even if I did... It’s not something you’d want to see, believe me. They had a guy down there with a bag over his head. Beating the shit out of him with whips. I don’t even think he had any skin left on his bones.” Felix licked his lips and finished off his beer. He really didn’t want to think about it. He was only telling Stu so he’d forget about checking it out for himself. “Do you have any idea why Demetri wanted the location?” 

It always seemed to amaze her, how observant, kind, sweet, and caring  Felix was towards her. It seemed that Felix could read the changes in her mood now without Isabelle having to do much to convey them. She supposed, it was their twin flames burning brightly together, sending off sparks and waves to the other as secret, decoded messages that only they could understand. Because it was a language that only they could speak.

“It is now,” Isabelle assured Felix as she touched his swollen lips, outlining the ghost of his smile with her fingertip. She could stare into and admire his beautiful face all day. Those eyes…. that mouth… that tattoo along his neck. Felix was gorgeously handsome. And what’s more is, he was all hers. Hers to look at, and  to touch, and to kiss whenever she wanted. Like now, for instance, when… she kissed him after he promised to slay her dragons, to keep her safe from Killian’s wrath, while knowing it would eventually come for her. And one day it might be too unbearable to escape from on her own. She’d need him there, to pull her out of the black bed she’s made for herself after sleeping with the devil for so long. Felix was the angel sent down to earth to rescue her from the jaws of hell. “For me..?” Isabelle smiled to herself, seemingly surprised because she wasn’t expecting anything. As Felix shifted away from her to retrieve this gift from his pocket, Isabelle sat up and pulled Killian’s soiled sheets up and around her naked frame. Not to cover herself up from Felix but because she felt cold in Killian’s room. It was chilly in the sense that, being holed up in it for so long, gave her uncomfortable goosebumps and not the sexy kind. The frightened, terrified kind. She trusted Felix to protect her but a part of her was scared and paranoid that Killian might come home and find them in his bed together. Afterwards, he’d likely kill them both. Or maybe just one of them while the other was forced to watch.

“What is it?” Isabelle wondered, trying not to think such morbid thoughts. She saw a piece of wood dangling from a chain but couldn’t make it out until Felix had clipped the necklace around her neck and pulled her in between his legs to lay while she lifted the arrowhead up to look at it. It was handmade and came with a lot of sentimental value, which is what made it so special. It wasn’t diamonds but, it was better. What really got Izzy though was when Felix showed Izzy a second one, with the same shape and design to where it was identical but smaller. He claimed it was for their baby girl and right away, Isabelle’s eyes watered with tears. It was one thing for Felix to tell her he was excited to be a father but it was a whole other for him to show it by going out of his way to do something nice for not just Izzy but, their little girl. He referenced her as if she was already so special to the both of them and now he was showering her with gifts straight from the heart which showed he already had so much love for her. It was comforting to know that Felix’s talk of them becoming a family was actually real, and that he meant it with his whole heart. Even though, Izzy didn’t really doubt it before. This was just further proof. “Both of us…” Isabelle agreed as she laid her hand to rest over his as it rubbed her flat stomach. There was a little protruding there but nothing that gave away their secret just yet.

In regards to Calliope, Felix started to say something but didn’t finish his thought out loud. Only in his head, and while Isabelle was curious as to what he was going to say, she didn’t push. Mostly because, if on the off chance it wasn’t good, she didn’t want to taint their sweet moment any longer with something sour or negative. It’s like her energy could already sense the danger headed their way. “Mmm,” Isabelle hummed at Felix granting her the rights to his last name. It didn’t sound bad, that was for sure. Isabelle had even soaked it up, letting herself imagine a world where she was married to Felix with a family of their own, their little girl running around and picking flowers from their garden they helped build. Her dream of a better life didn’t last long though, of course. Because, her devil came knocking soon enough, in the form of a facetime call. Izzy’s heart immediately lurched at the sound of the familiar ringtone before sinking into her stomach. She felt the seeds of terror settling in her belly as she rolled out from between Felix’s legs to retrieve the phone. As much as she didn’t want to part from his warmth, Killian had a rule about Isabelle picking up whenever he calls. If she ever let him go to voicemail, he sought out to punish her. She managed to slip her robe back on just in time to answer the call. Though, she’d completely forgotten about the arrowhead necklace Felix had gifted to her, which could just barely be seen just yet. “Mi amor,” Isabelle greeted him, slightly out of breath. “Where are you? Heading home yet?” As Izzy waited for an answer, she looked over her phone at Felix who was still resting naked in Killian’s bed. He looked breathtaking laying there and more than anything, Izzy just wanted to crawl back on top of his lap and ride him until he came again inside of her. But, she didn’t. Though, it didn’t stop her from fantasizing about it as her eyes drank him up.

Felix jumped at the very same time his girlfriend did. While tucked beneath the safe weight of his loving arms, they still had monsters waiting for them outside their castle. And, though Felix promised to protect the Queen and their Princess with his heroic bow and arrows, he wasn’t naive or stupid enough to believe Killian would go down so easily. He’d be foolish if he underestimated the King of Hell and all his bloodthirsty hounds. And because Felix planned on snatching the Devil’s crown and his kingdom, he knew better than to go into war as if he’d already won. The battle had just begun. Being arrogant in the face of evil wasn’t a choice Killian offers. Anyone who’s ever met him, is afraid. And if they aren’t, then they were stupid, not brave. 

“Who’s that?” Felix asked, twisting his attention toward the ringtone. But, did he really have to ask? No. He knew who it was but he wanted to remain in their bubble for just a second longer. However, they couldn’t; Killian had a pitch fork which he loved using against people’s hopes and fantasies of a better life. Like Freddy Krueger, he’d poke and stab and gut any dream conjured up where he doesn’t possess your heart and soul. “Just relax baby,” Felix whispered from behind Isabelle. He may have been nervous, praying to God that Killian wouldn’t come barging through the doors, but he’d gladly throw himself in front of any dream demon to save his girls, even if that monster had knives for fingers. “Just remember, I’ll never let him hurt you again.” Hoping to instill reassurance and confidence in his baby’s mama, Felix kissed her cheek and then her neck before she slipped out of bed. He remembered what she told him at his father’s house; Killian had a rule, she had to answer every single one of his calls. If he ever received her voicemail, she’d be punished. It was obvious he had trust issues which had only grown more wild since Isabelle’s celibacy. If they wanted to tame their dragon they would have to find a way to keep him properly sated which was why Felix offered hiring an escort. At least then, Isabelle wouldn’t have to touch him, or allow herself to be raped by him because that’s what it would be. There was no consent. She gave herself over to Felix completely and vowed to never let Killian (or anyone) touch her ever again. And Felix promised the same. 

“Ah, mi reina.” Killian sighed on Isabelle’s phone as he rode in the backseat of a stretch limo. “I see you’re in my bedroom?” He could tell, like he could tell she was in a robe and perspiring from her gorgeously tanned skin. “Getting ready for me?” He told Isabelle to wait for him in his room. He wanted to take two months of pent up sexual aggression out on her. It would sound like a slaughterhouse, he was sure of it. Which is why he warned Felix and his maids ahead of time. “I’m on my way home now. I had a few issues, but I had them solved. You’ll enjoy hearing all about it, I’m sure.” Charlotte had stepped out of line when she disrespected the Queen by fingering herself in front of Killian before grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers inside her. Knowing Isabelle would be pissed, he banished her to Tombstone City. As of right now, the disobedient escort was sharing a cell with his mother’s remains. “Do me a favor, reina, and have my scotch ready. Don’t bother getting dressed. You look ravishing.” 

Meanwhile, Felix sat propped up against the fluff of pillows, his muscular chest and abs covered a sheen of sweat. From the corner of his eye, he could see Isabelle checking him out, so he inched the blanket down further until she could see the tan lines beneath his hips. His fingers slowly move down the trail of hair on his stomach to his cock. It was a dangerous game, messing around with Killian on the phone, but they’ve been doing it for weeks. When he noticed Isabelle’s forwarded gaze, he removed the blanket completely and propped one knee up while stroking himself. 

Dimples: [has a weird feeling of sudden loss or mourning] You'd tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you? [unsent]

Dimples: Okay.. be careful. See you soon.