A/N: Besties I am so sorry this took me…. over a year…. to complete… I wanted to thank every single person that has stuck with me this long and has given so much love to Bad Intentions. This is the final chapter! If you guys continue to stick around, Bad Intentions is slowly being turned into an original story! If you want to learn more about Elizabeth (aka Aelin) and Jax (aka Rowan), don’t be afraid to ask.
Once again, thank you thank you thank you. I love you guys.
RATING: M for mature; NOT suitable for readers under 18 years old, read at your own risk.
WARNINGS: May include material that may be triggering. Possible graphic depictions of violence, sex, trauma; strong language use.
Summary: Nesta Archeron is convinced she has everything she wants: a law degree from an ivy, a prestigious job, a gorgeous boyfriend, and excellent taste in wine. However, when she wanders into her local wine vendor and meets a handsome stranger unafraid to play her quick-witted games, she begins to wonder if the life she’s built is really the one she wants.
Cash Kahukore worked his entire adolescent life to become a sommelier, ignoring the slurs his mixed heritage have always earned him as he fought his way to the top. When a gorgeous lawyer comes in to his uncle’s shop one afternoon, he immediately recognizes a worthy opponent in her. Undaunted by her sharp tongue and possessive boyfriend, he’s determined to be her friend, and—as time goes on and their circumstances change—possibly something more.
THIS STORY ISN’T APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN, WHICH INCLUDES TEENAGERS UNDER 18. If you’re under 18, this story’s mature themes weren’t intended for your consumption. I would strongly urge you to focus on age-appropriate media instead.
This a prequel to Navy Suits and Chelsea Boots that takes place three years before. If you love Elriel (and don’t mind finding out how this story ends) check it now.
Chapter One: Cheval
“Nesta Archeron.”
“Cash.”
“Please tell me that’s a nickname.”
“Are you always this charming, Nesta Archeron?”
Chapter Two: Ornellaia
“Okay, I’ll bite: why do men like me need women like you?”
“Because an unchecked male ego is like a landslide; it gathers speed quickly and leaves a mess in its wake. The world doesn’t have time to waste clearing your boulder-sized bullshit from the path of progress.”
“Doesn’t that mean women like you also need men like me? You can’t keep a tongue sharp if you don’t have something rough to sharpen it against.”
Chapter Three: Bollinger
Cash gave a sheepish laugh as he looked down at the scuffed chukka boots her wore, and Nesta found herself adding, “She’s a lucky girl, Cash. The woman you end up with.”
It was truer than he even knew, and harder to bear than she’d expected. She had a sudden image of Cash in the arms of some unknown brunette beauty, and she felt her hands curling to fists.
Chapter Four: Roussillon (TW: domestic violence)
“Give me your phone,” she said, wiggling her fingers.
Dazed, he pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. A minute later she was handing it back, her expression resolute.
“There,” she said. “Now it’s official: we’re friends.”
Chapter Five: Mar de Frades (TW: domestic violence)
She choked on the tears, wincing as she brushed one from her a battered cheek.
“You’re a good friend, Cash.”
He softened again.
“I’m no more than you deserve. Try and get some rest. I will be here when you wake up.”
Chapter Six: Armand de Brignac (TW: brief mentions of domestic violence)
“Tell me it’s going to be okay,” Nesta said quietly. “If you say it, I’ll believe you.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Cash said.
She bit her lip, feeling childish as she asked, “how do you know?”
He gave a winsome smile, and Nesta was sure she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.
“Because you’re a queen, Nesta Archeron. Now straighten your crown, go in there, and see your will be done.”
Chapter Seven: Domaine du Pegau
“They’re lovely,” she said, gesturing to the bouquet.
“So are you,” he replied, loving the way her blush deepened.
“Thank you,” she said before quickly adding, “For the flowers. The tawdy compliment, obviously, you can keep.”
He grinned.
“Please, you loved it.”
She glanced up at him through her lashes. Even in her heels she was considerably shorter than him.
“Maybe,” she admitted.
Chapter Eight: Domaine Serene
“Please, Cash, just let me explain.”
For the first time since Nesta had known him, Cash pulled away from her touch, as if it disgusted him.
“Don’t come to the shop,” he said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want to see you.”
“Cassian!”
He merely shook his head again.
“Have a great life, Nesta.”
Chapter Nine: Umsasane
“You said—” Nesta began, but he cut her off with a shake of his head.
“Fuck what I said,” Cash whispered, fingers finding gentle purchase at the base of her skull as they twined in her hair. “I’m still—but I can’t just let you walk away.”
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded, clasping his wrist where it rested against her neck. “Cash, I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he said quietly.
Chapter Ten, Pt. I: Dom Perignon
“Are you seriously nervous about tonight, because you have no reason to be; everyone is going to love you.”
“Everyone except Mor, you mean.”
Cash’s frown deepened, though his gaze remained almost unbearably tender.
“Don’t worry about her.”
“How can I not?”
Next Time on In Vino Veritas….
Nesta snarled her displeasure, the sound doing odd things to Cash.
But then again, that was what he loved about being with Nesta: somehow she found a way to scare the shit out of him and make his dick hard at the same time.
“I cannot believe you,” she continued, either unaware of or uninterested in the heat that had flared to life in his eyes. “How could you let this happen?”
“Christ woman, she’s a grown adult; give her a little credit.”
“She’s twenty,” Nesta snapped, tone positively subarctic now. “And he’s like forty-five!”
“Watch it,” Cash said. “You know he and I are the same age.”
“Good, then from one dude over thirty to another, you can tell him to back off.”
Honestly, I’m not sure how I ended up here. Again. No matter how many times I tell my brother that this time is the last time, I always find myself back here, at this drunken bastard’s side. Somehow, I fall for it. Every. Time.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as my lips threaten to crack a smile back at Cassian’s mischievous drunkenness. I know exactly how I always end up woven into these half-baked drinking plans:
I’ll never admit it aloud, but I love Drunk Cassian.
OR, Azriel’s telling of how exactly Cassian was banned from the Summer Court. And it wasn’t for just one building.
Honestly, I’m not sure how I ended up here. Again. No matter how many times I tell my brother that this time is the last time, I always find myself back here, at this drunken bastard’s side. Somehow, I fall for it. Every. Time.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as my lips threaten to crack a smile back at Cassian’s mischievous drunkenness. I know exactly how I always end up woven into these half-baked drinking plans:
I’ll never admit it aloud, but I love Drunk Cassian.
OR, Azriel’s telling of how exactly Cassian was banned from the Summer Court. And it wasn’t for just one building.
Honestly, I’m not sure how I ended up here. Again. No matter how many times I tell my brother that this time is the last time, I always find myself back here, at this drunken bastard’s side. Somehow, I fall for it. Every. Time.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as my lips threaten to crack a smile back at Cassian’s mischievous drunkenness. I know exactly how I always end up woven into these half-baked drinking plans:
I’ll never admit it aloud, but I love Drunk Cassian.
OR, Azriel’s telling of how exactly Cassian was banned from the Summer Court. And it wasn’t for just one building.
prompt: if you care about me, why can’t you say it when you’re sober?
the actual words aren’t in the prompt because there’s no resolution in it… i think this is going to be one of those torture angst fics. it’s left open-ended. there’s drunk sex and pining. this is my warning. <3
It happens how it always happens.
They’re out for a night on the town, dancing and drinking and having a good time. Cassian is keeping everyone’s glass full and emptying his wallet; Mor is leading the dancing, picking up and putting down her friends like dolls, taking each of them out for a turn on the dance floor. Amren is stone-cold sober, even wasted, and Azriel’s had enough shots that the slightest of smiles keeps creeping its way onto his face—a good, if rare, look on him.
Rhys tries his damnedest not to show his excitement when Feyre catches his eye. His heart lurches just the same. He knows that look, the one full of heat and promise; Rhys loves it when Feyre gives him that look. He could drown in those beautiful, blue eyes of hers.
How would you all feel about a blog where I solely reblogged my updates? Tumblr’s tagging system is unreliable on a good day, and I thought it might be helpful in keeping people updated. Everything would still be run/published/etc through my main blog, but I’d also share it on another one for people to find more easily. Let me know your thoughts!
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Spotted: Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn Going for a Drive.
Fleetfoot is the first to clear the door into Rowan’s apartment. Aelin follows her, giggling as the dog takes off into the house, tracking Thea’s scent. It’s clear the dog is hunting for her best friend; she looks disgruntled about coming up short. Thea’s not here. And then Aelin realizes.
“We forgot her!” Aelin cries out in concern, spinning around to gape at Rowan. Distraught tears prick at Aelin’s eyes. How could they forget about Thea? Aelin loves Thea!
Rowan hovers in the entryway, horrified by Aelin’s sudden and extreme reaction. He approaches her slowly, looking confused and concerned. “What?”
Aelin sniffles, fighting off the tears. “We have to go pick her up!” Rowan furrows his brow. “Thea is waiting for us, Rowan!”
Understanding dawns, spreading across Rowan’s face and causing him to smile at her. Aelin doesn’t know what could possibly be so funny to him. He’s the man that forgot to pick up his own daughter from daycare.
Teacher AU where Rowan over bears some older students talking suggestively about Aelin and he gets angry and jealous(even though he doesn’t need to obviously) but just like jealous Rowan
AN: sorry this took so long! I wanted to make sure Rowan was jealous but not toxic haha so I hope I achieved it! If anyone has any prompts for this universe or any others please send them my way!!
This is for my quarantine questions universe and you can find the other parts here: part 1, part 2. Enjoy!
word count: ~1.2k
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It was his lunch break and Rowan was making his way through the halls, strolling at a relaxed pace, his hands buried deep in his pockets as he dodged the students left and right.
He noted absentmindedly that he was nearby to Aelin’s classroom and the thought crossed his mind that he could pop in and say hello, but he thought better of it; the risk of anyone seeing him there, so far, outweighed the brief reward of seeing Aelin.
He and Aelin had been on a couple of dates so far and Rowan was crazy into her.
For their first date they had gone for a meal and followed on to drinks in a local bar he liked. She had worn a black mini-dress with an oversized blazer that was effortlessly chic. In combination with her strappy heels Rowan had had to tear his eyes away from the vision of her toned and sun-bronzed legs that seemed to stretch on for miles.
They had gotten along extremely well; she filled the air with charming chatter and sarcastic snippets that drew him in. He liked her sense of humour and her obnoxiously loud laugh, he liked her sun-kissed skin and her perfume that made him desperate to bury his face in her neck, the enticing scent of jasmine and something else he couldn’t put his finger on.
Pure Aelin, it drove him mad.
The chatter of the students in the hall washed over him, but he tuned into one conversation when he heard the mention of his—his…
They hadn’t labelled it yet. But he knew he wanted to.
“Did you see what Miss G had on today? Her body is on another level.” One student leered.
“The things I’ve dreamed of her doing.” Another joined in.
“Tell me about it. She’s hot as fuck.”
Rowan’s lips curled back in disgust, his heart beginning to race as anger spread through him. His jaw clenched so tightly he worried for his teeth, that the pressure had them at a risk of cracking.
His hands clenched at his sides, wishing these weren’t students, wishing they weren’t children so he could tell them where to go, and to take their disgusting attitudes with them.
“Gentlemen,” He seethed, his voice tight. “You ought to watch the things you say in public.”
He watched as they turned and took in the sight of him. His towering frame, muscles tensed, and his fists still clenched, had their eyes flying wide as saucers.
“Have some respect, Miss Galathynius is a teacher.”
He relaxed his fists, remembering his own role as a teacher was to educate. And also realising how much Aelin would tease him if he failed to control himself, especially in front of the students.
“If I catch any more discussions like the ones I have just heard it’s an instant detention, understood?”
The boys nodded their understanding and scarpered away from him quickly.
He sighed, any resistance he held from going to see Aelin had disappeared after the exchange and he turned on his heel to head to her classroom.
When he reached it the door was closed so he knocked quickly before entering.
Her smile once she saw it was him in the doorway was blinding, he felt his own smile bubbling to the surface.
He shut the door behind himself and glanced through the small window to check there were no students around before pulling her into his arms.
He pulled back seconds later and took her in. He loved her style outside of the classroom, but even for her professional workwear she managed to keep an element of her spice. Her work wardrobe was made up of interestingly patterned trousers and sleek blouses rather than baggy cardigans and leggings that many of the other teachers at the school wore.
She looked hot, he noted, angrily realising he somewhat agreed with the students from before.
“What’s up?”
He took a quick glance around her classroom before responding, taking in the numerous empty coffee mugs on her desk, the colourful displays she had spent hours designing and building, the scattering of personal items across her space making the space completely her own.
“Nothing,” He told her, but she only raised an eyebrow.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” He tried to reassure her, but she doubled down, raising her other eyebrow.
She knew him too well, even only after such a short time.
“I caught some students making some… less than respectful comments in the hallway. About you.”
He didn’t draw his eyes from her face, not wanting to miss an element of her reaction. He caught the slight frown she began to wear, and brushed his hand down her forearm, hating that he was having this conversation with her and wanting to comfort her in any way he could.
“What were they saying?” Her voice was small and strained.
“Just stupid stuff, things completely inappropriate to say about a teacher.” Disgusting things that had made his blood boil.
At his tone, a small smirk grew on her face, and she laced her fingers through him reversing the roles so that she was comforting him.
“Ro,” She squeezed his fingers where she held them. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay—” He began but she interrupted.
“It is okay, because you were there, and I know you would have said something in response, defending my honour.” She laughed. “What did you say?”
She was definitely beginning to laugh at him, and he knew she was distracting herself from the thought that students had been talking about her in such a way.
He groaned.
“I don’t even know.” He said with a laugh. “I was so angry I didn’t think about the words that came out.”
She snorted, pulling him closer to her by the hand and drawing his arm around her waist. He dropped his head to her shoulder, unsure how he had ended up embarrassed by the situation, but he wasn’t complaining when he had ended up holding Aelin in his arms.
“You must remember though,” She prodded, tilting her head to look up at him.
“Why? You need an ego boost?”
“Always, Buzzard.” She grinned.
“Not from those little boys.” He growled into her neck.
“No, only from you.” She leaned to press a chaste kiss to his lips, but he lifted his free hand to cradle the back of her neck and press deeper into the kiss. She responded as she always did, melting into him and opening her lips for his tongue with a gasp.
He drew back, remembering that they could be interrupted by students at any moment, but not before pressing one last chaste kiss to her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, a serene expression gracing her face.
“I can’t disagree though,” He added. “You are hot as fuck.”
He reached down to brush his hand against her ass before pulling away fully. She swatted him on the arm, laughing.
“But only I get to say that.”
“Really?” Her tone was playful.
“Really.” He agreed before turning to leave her classroom, still managing to catch the way she bit her lip at his words.
“Don’t be jealous,” She teased as he left, but he couldn’t fight his grin. Or deny it. Stupid teenagers.
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@perseusannabeth
@superspiritfestival
@aelinfeyreeleven945tbln
@spyofthenightcourt
@sleeping-and-books
@jlinez
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note: sometimes, you just gotta laugh nervously and post the next update to your fic… i have about 1500wds on the next updates, so hopefully, i can get you all another update while i’m on vacation. ps. tumblr rejected tags the first time around, so sorry if you’re getting another notification or didn’t get one at all.
trigger warnings for drugged/spiked drinks.
NN MASTERLIST & PLAYLISTS
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Aelin Galathynius has a Night on the Town.
The Rift is loud tonight, full of patrons and VIPs and security. Dorian’s done very well for himself, Aelin thinks as she looks around the club; she can only imagine how furious that must make Havilliard Sr., to see his son succeed when he so hoped that he might fail.
Lysandra and Ansel are out with her tonight; Aelin returned to her fortress of a townhome with a heavy heart and a lonely soul. The vacation was good for her. She enjoyed all of the time with her family, being away from the thrall of Doranelle and the music industry. Unfortunately, it can’t always be like that. All too soon, it was time to pack up and go home.
Aelin misses having breakfast with everyone, listening to Thea ask a million questions and sing the words to Wendlyn’s Top 40. It must drive Rowan up the wall, that his kid has such commercial tastes. He’s always been into “unique” music. Whatever the hell that means.
note: i’ve divided this chapter into two parts (again) so that i could publish something today. that said, you’ll find my snippet from yesterday in the next chapter. usual warnings apply. there are so many f-bombs in this chapter story.
noisy neighbors masterlist
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Up-And-Comer Ansel Briarcliff Shares Selfie with Arobynn Hamel, Reknown Music Producer.
Dr. Yrene Towers is fucking beautiful.
Aelin has only met Dr. Towers once before; much like now, Aelin happened to be in less than stellar condition during their meeting. Gods, she certainly knows how to make a good impression. This woman must think so highly of Aelin.
“We gotta stop meeting like this,” Aelin tells the woman, earning a smile. Good, at least the doctor has a sense of humor. She assumes Yrene would have to if she deals with people like Dorian and Aedion; Aelin wonders which one of them tried to get into her pants. Probably both.
Aelin considers what she knows of the doctor; it isn’t terribly much, which is reasonably a good thing. It speaks well of her ability to keep a secret.
Summary: Rowan Whitethorn is forced to spend one miserable summer working at Ashryver Playland, Terrasen’s local amusement park. Cleaning up trash and separating horny pre-teens on the ferris wheel isn’t actually what he wanted to do with his summer – not even close, but he’s got to pay the bills somehow. Will his summer somehow turn around when he meets a chatty blonde, who happens to share the name of the park? …probably not. Because dating the boss’s boss’s boss’s daughter is definitely a no-go when you’re getting paid minimum wage. And nothing ever works out how Rowan wants. Loosely based on the lyrics of Taylor Swift’s Cruel Summer (so, if you know the song, you sorta know where this thing is going). Flirty summer fun and drama ahoy. Rated M for Aelin’s potty mouth and eventual sexual situations. *she looks up grinning like a devil*
Chapters:
Part 1 /// Part 2 /// Part 3 /// Part 4 /// Part 5 /// Part 6 /// Part 7 /// Part 8 /// Part 9 /// Part 10 /// Part 11 /// Part 12 /// Part 13 /// Part 14 /// Part 15 /// Part 16 /// Part 17 /// Part 18 /// Part 19 /// Part 20 /// Part 21 /// Part 22 /// Part 23 /// Part 24 /// Part 25 /// Epilogue
Outtakes:
Elorcan 1
AO3 Link
Cruel Summer Lyric Video (for those who enjoy doing homework)
note: this is a little beast of an update compared to my normal chapters… a little over 4k. anyway, the song at the end is a fleetwood mac cover by bailey rushlow, and i’ll go add it to the playlist now.
right, so it is way past my bedtime, so all errors are my own. enjoy! thank you all for all of your lovely comments, etc. i love them. :)
A New Aelin Galathynius Album is Rumored to Be Almost Complete!
When Aelin returns to the waking world, it’s the pleasant kind of return to consciousness that only every comes after a really, really great evening. Her bed is warm and comfortable and smells nice, and so, she snuggles more deeply into the covers, curling around the body next to her and sighing with content.
Aelin has a conference call later today, and there’s more than a few emails marked urgent from her team in her inbox. It’s almost time to return to reality; her vacation is nearly at its end. Aelin presses her face in between two shoulder blades, tightening the grip of her arms and humming. Vacation isn’t over quite yet.
She smiles. She frowns. Aelin blinks her eyes open and looks around. This isn’t her room—Aelin panics.
note: surprise! another update within 24hrs. i go back to work on monday (so sad), so i’ll do my best to fill a few more prompts and post some updates before then. for now, enjoy all of the rowan-thea content.
Cambrian Mountains, the Top Vacation Spot for Doranelle’s Rich and Famous.
The next morning, Aelin Galathynius is doing what she always does when she has too many feelings, too many thoughts, too many problems—she’s writing.
It’s how she works through things; she’s done it since high school, back when she first started writing little lyrical poems in a ratty old notebook that changed her entire life. Music is her therapy. Aelin doesn’t need to talk to anyone; she just needs to write.
note: i’ve added a few playlists to the master. this does not have that teaser scene i shared earlier this week because i’ve split the chapter into (at least) two parts. enjoy!
Ansel Briarcliff Shares Photo from the Studio.
The recording session with Nox and Ansel goes well, better than Aelin expected; perhaps, the fiery redhead isn’t as terrible as Aelin assumed her to be. The duet goes well, too, isn’t nearly as agonizing as Aelin anticipated.
She’ll die before she ever admits any of this to Rowan, though.
Summary: “When Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius agrees to an arranged marriage to save her country from economic ruin, she was completely prepared to marry a stranger. However, she wasn’t prepared to learn that her future husband, who was supposed to be the perfect stranger, was actually her one-night stand from the evening before.”
warnings: drinking, drugs, sex. (not applicable to all chapters)
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Chapter List:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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