Its Here! This Chapter Is Heavy, And All The Applicable Warnings Are In The Chapter Itself, So Please

It’s here! This chapter is heavy, and all the applicable warnings are in the chapter itself, so please review those if needed and be safe reading 🫶🏻

I’m going to put this down very gently in front of you and then run away

xaden: NO romance!

xaden: now i'm gonna go pick some violets at the break of dawn and leave them in violet's room for her to wake up to... cause her name is violet

xaden: but no romance!! ❌❌💘🚫🚫

Third and Final Chapter of Tales from the Airport Bathroom is now posted!

Chapter 3/3 now posted on AO3: READ HERE

As promised, this will eventually become a longer fic! In the meantime, please enjoy the last chapter of TFTAB :)

Summary:

In which Lt. Xaden Riorson, a begrudging member of the Navarrian Air Force's special ops squad, meets one Violet Sorrengail, a secret operative for the Navarrian Intelligence Agency.

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Xaden is a simp, and Liam and Garrick think it's hilarious. There is nothing slow about this burn.

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"You're Fen Riorson's son, you're in Cordyn for mysterious 'family business' and your friends are nowhere to be seen, yet you don't see me asking what you're really getting up to," she retorts. "Don't ask questions when I know you aren't willing to give answers either."

I'm so close now that I could touch her if I reached out. I could wipe away the spatter of blood - not hers - that made its way to her cheek, a bloom of crimson against her pale skin. Instead, I pick up the end of her braid which is draped over her shoulder, and run my fingers through the tail of it. I'm tempted to yank out the hair tie and let her hair fall loose. "How would you know? You never asked."

The two of us stare at each other amidst the bloodbath, two bodies drawn together as if by gravity. She feels inescapable; like Violet was someone I would inevitably crash into no matter what I did.

"You said I didn't want to know what you know," Violet whispers. "On the plane. That was what you said."

I can feel her body heat through my clothes. I want to tear off every scrap of fabric that separates me from her.

"I didn't take you as someone who liked to do as you're told." My voice sounds gravelly and low, and my control is only hanging on by a tiny thread. This is so fucking dangerous.