Well, I’ve seen so many thoughts on the casting, @morganrhodes included, and I wanted to share my ideas with you. These are more or less how I pictured them in my head. What do you guys think? What are your fancasting ideas for Falling Kingdoms?
Hey guys! Sorry for being inactive for so long :( I just finished up this semester, and finals were brutal. But now I’m back, and I’ve completed my picture of Jonas and co. To be honest, Jonas is not really my favorite of the quartet (That’s not his fault, of course, because who can compete with Magnus Damora?), but Felix is such a joy to read. A shame about his eye...
Now that I’m done with the main quartet (Cleo, Magnus, Lucia, and Jonas), I’m debating who to draw next. The Cortas siblings? Gaius?
Some may seem like a bit of a stretch...but this is my fancast for the series, so it’s not changing! feel free to comment other/better ideas for these or other characters I missed; I love to hear other fancast ideas, especially for books I read!
Cleo Bellos: Blake Lively
Magnus Damora: Nick Ayler
Lucia Damora: Barbara Palvin
Jonas Agallon: Marco Dapper
Nic Cassian: Sam Claflin
Prince Ashur: Jesse Williams
Princess Amara: Jessica White
Felix Graebas: Colby Lopez (WWE Superstar Seth Rollins)
“‘Your nose is crooked,’ she said.
He touched it, then frowned. ‘It’s been broken a few times. Frankly, I’m lucky to still have a nose.’
‘It’s quite ugly.’
‘Um…’
‘I like it.’
‘Thanks?’ He cleared his throat. ‘Is there something I can do for you, princess?’
‘Actually, yes.’
‘And what’s that?’
‘You can take me to your bed.’”—Page 202
(((Guys, I’m not joking here, this is very very Rated R)))
(((Read at your own risk)))
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She smiled against his lips. “One night. That’s all I want from you.”
He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his elbow and gave her a wicked grin. “It would be my pleasure, princess.”
-Frozen Tides pg. 203
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Amara found the ties of his vest and shirt as they practically fell into his room. She shoved the vest off his shoulders and pulled the shirt over his head within moments. She needed to forget the day, and the burn of flesh against flesh was the only thing that would help. She heard the door shut beside them and the lock click over, impressed that Felix had done all that without removing his lips from hers for a single moment.
He kissed her hard, pressing her against the wall and running his hands all over her body. His chest was broad and scarred and perfectly imperfect. Her hands trailed over his muscled shoulders, holding herself up as he pulled up her skirts. Then his hand was touching her leg, and he wrapped it around his hip. He pressed into her, and she could feel his need, his desire, insistent as he held her before him.
His lips were harsh and firm, almost angry in their kisses. Then his tongue ran along Amara’s bottom lip, the texture sending a thrill through her. His fingers ran up the back of her thigh, tickling and teasing until they reached her center and still he teased, coming close but not close enough.
Amara rocked her body against him, getting her fix where she could if he wouldn’t do it for her. Her hands explored his chest and neck, and a moment later his lips had parted from hers and he was sucking hard on her neck. Then his fingers slid inside her.
She let out a hum of pleasure, letting her body go limp except to hold on around his broad neck. His other arm circling her, and his lips on her neck, he worked on her, knowing exactly where to touch to bring out the most pleasure. Amara shuddered in his grasp, her body moving with his hand and feeling his desire pressing hard against her.
Then his hand slipped out, but only for a moment. She’d barely blinked before he was pressing against her again, but this time he slid inside her.
He was hard as rock and rubbed her in all the right places. As he thrust hard and fast, her nails dug into his back and she felt his teeth grazing her neck, his hand grasping her breast through her clothing.
She came, even as he did, their bodies pulsating against each other as stars flew before her eyes. Amara took a few deep breaths, rubbing against him more as she came down from the high. When she opened her eyes, she saw Felix’s blinking at her. His smirk seemed satisfied, even a little smug.
Well…he certainly had a right to be.
“How was that?” he asked, his expression a mock of seriousness.
Amara leaned forward to kiss him, slowly this time, seductively. “Oh Felix,” she said. “That was a wonderful start to the evening.”
His grin widened. Then slowly, he stepped away from her. She got a good view of his package before he turned away, and she was pleased with what she saw. She let her skirts fall down around her legs again and crossed her arms, looking the room over.
Simple, small, but the bed was large so that was all that mattered. And apparently for Felix, the bed was not even necessary. He’d gone to the wardrobe and pulled out a couple of towels, before going through a door into the washroom. She heard the sound of running water, and followed, entering just in time to see his pants come off completely.
Yes, she thought. Very nice.
She leaned against the door frame as he turned to regard her. She could see he was already growing harder again, and it made her insides flare with heat.
He raised a brow. “Any requests?”
Amara’s brow raised as well, though she shouldn’t have been surprised. Felix had been flirting with her since the moment he stepped off that boat. She could tell he knew what he was doing. That’s why she chose him.
She stepped slowly into the washroom and began to disrobe. Her dress was tied at the front, a simple wrap-around robe that loosened when she pulled on a single tie. She did, and the fabric fell to hang on her shoulders, revealing her torso. She watched as Felix’s gaze traveled up and down her body, waiting until he met her eyes again before she spoke.
“Surprise me,” she said.
He took a few slow steps as well, and Amara was pleased to see they shared a flair for the dramatic. He kissed her, warm and slow, taking his time. He pushed the dress off her shoulders, and it fell from her arms to the floor. The room was beginning to fill with steam, the running water being brought here straight from a hot spring. The smaller rooms such as this one didn’t have baths, but they had a kind of waterfall shower with a drain. Felix took her by the waist and drew her close, his kisses growing deeper and more passionate.
His body eclipsed hers, as though he were the sun and she the moon, though that was truly far too romantic for them, she knew. Still, she felt safe in his embrace, and more needed than she had in a long while. It was as though he were drinking her in, taking care to enjoy this night while he had it.
The thought scared her.
Amara shoved him backward, into the steaming water, pressing his huge form against the tiled wall of the shower. His eyes were wide, mouth open, but he didn’t speak.
“Don’t worry,” she said, going to him. “I’m not done with you yet.” Then she knelt, water flowing over her head and body, and took him in her mouth.
She heard his cry, and felt his hands tangle in her wet hair as she drew him in and out, occasionally running her tongue over the sensitive spots to make him tremble beneath her touch.
“Amara…”
He sighed her name. No one had ever done that before, and it heightened her desire. Could she make him say it again? She took him farther into her mouth, and wrapped her arms around him, gripping his arse and tracing her nails across his skin.
“Oh, Amara,” he moaned.
She sucked harder, faster, letting her teeth graze when she knew it would feel good for him. He began to move with her, and she relished it. She might be on her knees before him, but she had this strong man at her mercy now. She put one hand on him, using it with her mouth to draw him out, and the other, she put between her own legs, bringing a thrill of sensation to herself as well as him.
She could feel when he was about to come, and braced herself. His grip on her hair tightened as he went rigid for a moment, before he came inside her mouth, warm and sweet, his whole body shaking and weak before her. Amara could murder him right now if she wanted to, and the thought made her dizzy with power. She put both her hands on his chest, running them down to where she sucked and licked the last drops out of him. Blinking, she stood and wiped the water out of her eyes, meeting his gaze.
He was staring at her.
She smiled, then took up a bar of soap and began to lather up. Since she was here, she might as well.
A moment later, he’d snatched the soap and was doing the job for her. She could feel the calluses on his hands as he ran them over her body, gripping her hip, her arse, her breasts, until they were both covered in a layer of bubbles. He pulled her with him to stand under the waterfall and let the soap rinse from their bodies. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue sliding over hers, his lips firm and commanding.
A feeling erupted in her that was completely new. A fluttering that began in her stomach as he kissed her, and that slowly lowered as he pressed the kiss onward until her core burned with need. How was he doing this? She’d meant only to share flesh with him for a single night, and had no illusions that to some that would only mean a single lie. But this man was eager, hungry, and desperate, it seemed, for something. If he would help her forget the stress of being ignored by all other men in her life, then she would help him forget too.
He broke their kiss off and placed a finger to her lips, not speaking, only smiling. He turned around and shut off the water flow, then took up the pair of towels from a shelf nearby and handed her one. Amara used it to dry her hair while she watched him move, graceful, like a cat, admiring every part of him.
He noticed her watching, and flexed the muscles in his arm as he wrapped his towel around his waist.
“Showing off, are we?”
He gave a wicked grin as he drew near. Then his hands were on her breasts, thumbs running over her nipples and making her arch toward him.
“Maybe a bit,” he said.
His mouth was on hers, the kisses hot and fast once more. His hands gripped her hips and lifted her up, and she naturally wrapped her legs around him. His arms around her, he carried her to the bed, kissing and nipping as he went. He laid her down, then his lips moved away from hers to kiss her jaw, then her collarbone, and then his mouth was on her breast, sucking and biting, making her entire body squirm with delight.
He leaned to one side and fell onto the bed beside her, letting her legs straighten, and his hand went to her core. Amara moaned, forgetting everything as he began to massage, his mouth still tugging at her nipple. It wasn’t long before her body went rigid as his had done, and then began to shake as the wave came over her and light flashed behind her eyelids.
Felix’s hand stopped moving, and pressed down on that spot, letting her move against him as she needed. His lips gone from her breasts, she opened her eyes to see him watching her, another satisfied smirk on his face.
“Oh, Felix,” she said, sighing.
Then his hand was on her again. And again, Amara’s body responded with fervor, his touch creating such incredible sensations in her. With a graze of his teeth over her nipple, she soon came a third time.
She blinked her eyes open. Few men had ever done so much for her in a single night before. Most were too terrified of her father finding out they had bedded the princess. But not Felix. This man was fearless.
He rose up onto his knees and moved down to kneel between her legs. He bent her knees and kissed one, looking up at her as he did, and the view made her want him even more. Then he held her gaze as he moved his lips closer to her center, and kissed again.
Amara’s teeth clenched, the anticipation becoming unbearable. “Felix, you are a beast.”
“Shall I take that as a compliment?” he said, his lips brushing her leg just outside where she wanted him.
Her body arched, rising to meet him, and his mouth took her. Amara’s eyes closed in absolute bliss, digging her fingers into his hair and moving her body with him. The feel of his tongue, the texture, and the pressure of his mouth sucking on her, it took her higher than she’d ever been with anyone else. Then Felix took one of her breasts in his hand, giving a single tight pinch, and Amara broke.
The wave of pleasure that crashed over her then was an elemental thing. It flowed out to the tips of her fingers and toes and made her whole body quiver as Felix gave one final lick and rose to his knees, to slide inside her once more.
He leaned over her, his frame firm and thick. His thrusts were deep and his mouth found that spot on her neck that he’d focused on earlier. The man was going to leave a mark, and Amara wasn’t sure she cared. He moved harder and faster, and she held on to his shoulders, enjoying the ride. He slid one hand behind her back, cupping her arse and drawing her close each time he came down on her. He felt incredible, and as he came inside her once more, Amara sighed with him, enjoying the tremors that raked him until finally he fell to the bed beside her, and let out a sigh.
Amara’s own breathing was heavy as well, and her heart racing. She rolled over to curl up beside him, and he wrapped his arm around her so she could lay her head on the spot between his chest and shoulder. She wrapped a leg around his, and they lay like that, cuddled together for a number of minutes. Amara was nearly asleep before Felix spoke, his voice deep and low.
“I hope you’re not done with me, Princess.”
Amara hummed and pressed her body against his in answer. “Only taking a break.”
“Good,” he said, drawing her close. “If I’ve only got one night, I want to make the most of it.”
“Well…” Amara said, smiling and placing a kiss on his chest. “We might need to revisit that stipulation.”
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By Isabelle Ashworth
Featuring @amaracortastheconqueror and Felix Graebas.
