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GOOOOOOOOD MORNING HONEY! Fuck its been a hot minute but YOU KNOW HOW LIFE IS. I GOT STUCK WITH THE MORNING SHIFTS AT WORK AND IM NOT A MORNING PERSON BUT HOT DOG AM I MORNING PERSON TODAY.

OK I KNOW IVE MISSED SOME REBLOGGYS BUT IVE BEEN KEEPING UP WITH THE DRAKOVIANS AND OHMYGOD???

Listen. I have no idea why she even bothered going back to Drakovia???? I mean i do, but i dont???? Like yes babyyyyy you go ahead and character develop yourself! Love to see it! But at the same time its like baby you just got yourself out of a very toxic environment please just NEVER go back. TO QUOTE MY FAVORITE RED VS BLUE… QUOTE…? (was that the correct way to say that? Idk. Im on a time crunch here 😭😭😭) “ DONT EVER GO BACKWARDS”.

I love this tho. YOU KNOW I LIVE FOR THE DRAMA AND THE ANGST AND THE TORTURE. ITS THE JAM ON MY BUTTERY TOAST. ITS THE BLOOD THAT RUNS THRU MY VEINS ALONGSIDE MY MORNING STARBUCKS. You got me pop locking and dropping it inside of this break room. And i cannot WAIT TO SEE HOW AND WHERE THIS STORY GOES.

I LOVE YOU. I MISS YOU. I HOPW YOUR DAY GOES BETTER THAN LIAM’S. I LOVE YOU!

Vancross

Vancross - As Long As There’s You At My Side (Chapter 19)

Most of the characters belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: A group of friends embark on their final year at Vancross Institute with the hopes of making it their best year yet. When a new face with a complicated family plagued by secrets and rumors arrives on campus, new friendships are formed, a new relationship blossoms, and threatening challenges arise.

Title inspiration: Golden - Scars On 45

Main Pairing: Liam x F!OC

A/N: Multiple crossover series. There will be random sprinkles of canon throughout this story, but for the most part, it’s pretty much out the window. Not beta’d. Please excuse any errors.

Rating: M • Warnings: This series will contain nsfw material, language, some alcohol and drug use, and is not suitable for minors. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+

Catch up here

Leaning back against his headboard on a Friday afternoon, Liam typed away on his laptop, finishing up the last couple of paragraphs of a paper he had due for one of his classes. His eyes flickered up from the screen and he smiled when they fell on Croía; she was lying horizontally across his bed with one of his legs draped over the backs of her knees as she, too, worked on a paper for another class.

It had been a month since Vancross closed its campus to students and they started virtual classes. Hour-long meetings with the professors from each of their classes were held Monday through Thursday, leaving them with three-day weekends to work on assignments and study for exams while the investigation into the attack remained ongoing. From what they were told through weekly updates from the Dean, they still had no evidence as to who was behind it.

Liam wasn’t sure how to feel about the situation. On one hand, it was nice being home and with his family which he typically wouldn’t see much of during the school year. On the other hand, it was his final year, one they were midway through, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be returning. He was thankful, however, that Croía chose to stay with him in Cordonia.

When they learned that the campus would be closing, Constantine and Eleanor didn’t hesitate to invite Croía to stay, and she didn’t hesitate when she accepted the offer. A week later, Blaine and Alia arrived in Cordonia after the same offer was extended to them. The four of them were staying in Liam’s wing, working on assignments and studying together along with Rashad and Olivia, who would come from their duchies a couple times a week.

Liam knew his mother was trying to make their time away from campus feel as close to normal as she could.

After finishing the last of his paper, Liam closed his laptop and set it on the bed before moving next to Croía. “How is yours coming along?” he asked before dropping a kiss on her shoulder.

“Done,” Croía smiled as she scanned over the document. “Just looking it over.”

“Do you have anything else to work on?”

“I have to study for my IRT exam.”

“Good ol’ International Relations Theory.”

Croía looked at him. “How did you manage to get out of taking that class anyway?”

“Because I took it last year,” Liam chuckled. “I got put in it by some glitch in the system and they were going to take me out, but I asked my advisor if I could just get it over with, and he said it was fine as long as I thought I could handle it with my other classes.”

“And … how’d you do?”

“Aced it, of course,” Liam smiled.

Croía playfully rolled her eyes with a good-natured grin. “Overachiever.”

“Think of it this way … that means that I’m the perfect person to help you study.”

“Oh?” Croía chuckled.

“Mmhmm,” Liam nodded as he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. He felt her smile before parting her lips, allowing his tongue to find hers.

As the kiss deepened, Liam lifted his hand, closing her laptop and pushing it off to the side; he rolled to his back and pulled her over until she was straddling him. He combed her hair back from her face, becoming more consumed in the kiss with each slow curl of her tongue against his. With his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, he sat up; one hand dropped and splayed against her back to press her body flush against his own as he wrapped her long hair around his other. He gave a gentle tug, causing her to break the kiss as her head tilted back before his lips found her neck.

Over the past month, Liam found himself lost in Croía any free moment they had. He couldn’t get enough. Since that first night in the safe house, she couldn’t seem to get enough either. He’d always found her innocence and shy-by-nature personality endearing, but he also loved watching this more sensual side of her unfurl and come alive. Each time was more perfervid than the one before as she became more attuned with not only this never-explored side of herself but him as well. And while she was still the same kind-hearted, sweet, and coy woman he first met, the confidence that this newfound side gave her was, if he was being honest, sexy as hell and a turn-on all by itself.

Just as Liam’s hands slid up underneath Croía’s shirt, planning to pull it off of her, a knock sounded on his bedroom door. He paused his movements, slowly lifting his head as she looked at him.

“Li?” Blaine called out on the other side of the door. “Your dad is downstairs.”

Liam dropped his head back with a sigh. “Tell him I’ll be down in a minute.” He looked back at her, smiling ruefully. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Croía chuckled as she maneuvered off his lap.

Liam stared at her longingly as she adjusted her clothes back into place and he let out a grumble as he flopped back and rolled to his stomach, burying his face in his arms. “I need you to describe to me, in detail, Rocky Mountain oysters.”

A laugh escaped Croía as she walked by the bed. “I’ll give you a second.” She opened the bedroom door and stepped out, closing it behind her as she met Blaine. “He’s coming.”

Blaine flashed a knowing smirk having heard Liam grumble a moment before. “Not the way he wants to be, I’m guessing?” He let out a rumble of laughter when her cheeks flushed as she walked past him.

Croía headed downstairs, and when she reached the bottom, Constantine was waiting near the door, smiling. “Hello, Croía,” he nodded.

“Hello, sir,” Croía smiled in return, then waved to Eleanor who stood behind him.

A few moments later, Liam appeared at the bottom of the stairs. “Hello,” he greeted his father. “Everything ok?”

“Yes,” Constantine nodded. “I was stopping by to see if you were busy.”

“Not at the moment,” Liam replied. “I just finished up a paper. Why, what’s up?”

“I have a meeting I need to attend with Landon regarding trading coming into Portavira’s entrepôt that I thought would be good for you to sit in on.”

“Oh … yeah, sure,” Liam nodded.

“It shouldn’t take too long,” Constantine said.

Eleanor stepped forward. “Croía, I have some preparation planning for the Peace Summit to do and wondered if you might like to join me?” she smiled. “Please don’t feel like you have to say yes, I just thought I’d extend the offer while Constantine stole Liam away.”

“Sure,” Croía smiled. She’d heard the summit mentioned a few times in the time she’d been there and, truthfully, she found herself a tad curious about it.

“You’re not busy with any classwork?” Eleanor asked.

“No, ma’am,” Croía shook her head. “I have an exam I was going to study for, but Liam was going to help me, so I’d be waiting until he finished up anyway.”

Eleanor smiled. “As long as you’re sure … and you want to. Again, please don’t feel like you have to.”

“I’m sure,” Croía smiled.

“Alia and I will hold down the fort while you’re gone,” Blaine said from the top of the stairs where he leaned against the railing.

Liam glanced over his shoulder, shaking his head with a knowing smile before looking back at his parents. “We’re ready when you are,” he said as he gestured toward the door. He slipped his hand into Croía’s as they followed him into the hall.

Constantine and Eleanor fell into step on either side of the pair as they walked down the corridor; while Liam talked quietly with his father about the meeting, Eleanor looked at Croía. “It’s nothing arduous that we’re going to be doing,” she said. “Just going over the current guest list from those that have responded and some plans for the event.”

“Well … full disclosure,” Croía began, “I haven’t … I mean, I’ve never helped with anything like this before,” she smiled sheepishly. “So, if I get in your way, feel free to tell me.”

Eleanor smiled and patted her shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

When they came to a split in the corridor, Liam slowed his steps as his father turned one way and his mother the other, both pausing to wait. He looked down at Croía and smiled. “I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“I won’t keep her away from you for too long,” Eleanor said. “Promise.”

Liam kissed Croía’s cheek before turning and heading down the corridor with his father toward the King’s study while Croía joined Eleanor on the walk to hers.

****

Sitting inside the Queen’s study, Croía flipped through a list of names. “They’re broken down by country and kingdom,” Eleanor explained. “It’s just easier to keep track that way, and then, when the time comes for the seating arrangements, we can keep them all together.”

“It looks like you’ll have a decent turnout,” Croía noted as she looked at the list.

“Yes,” Eleanor smiled. “It’s the first time we’ve held a Peace Summit here, so I’m glad we’ve gotten such a good response so far.”

Members of royalty from various kingdoms such as Monterisso, Pavedena, Naporvie, Ulmeria, Monterre, and Ismar, to name a few, were all planning to attend as well as members of government from Ardona, Rutherland, Esherstein, Ithanstan, and Drivosa.

The families of all of her and Liam’s friends, Croía noticed, and their friends were all on the list to attend alongside them.

There was one country and kingdom noticeably not included.

“Did … did you extend an invite to Drakovia?” Croía asked, immediately wishing she hadn’t as soon as the words left her mouth.

“We did,” Eleanor answered. “We haven’t heard back from them yet. But there’s still time.”

“No offense, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

Eleanor looked at her, smiling sadly; she’d heard the same thing from Trystan. “We’ve extended invites to them in the past for various events, but they don’t usually respond. So, while I know they’re likely not to attend, I hope they do.”

It was the truth. Eleanor did hope the King and Queen of Drakovia would attend, but not for the reasons Croía probably thought. The attendance of the Drakovian monarchs could bring a different kind of peace. And at the thought, a pang of guilt shot through the Cordonian Queen, knowing both her words and motives were deceptive, but just as they were trying to protect Liam, they wanted to protect Croía as well.

“Have you spoken to your parents?” Eleanor asked as casually as she could.

“Oh, uh … no,” Croía answered. She let out a breath and dropped her gaze back to the list in her hands. “I’ve called a couple of times, but I … I haven’t heard anything back. I’m sure they’re busy.”

Eleanor stared at her; she’d heard Croía make that same excuse before as to why she hadn’t been in contact with her parents. She knew she didn’t believe her own words, able to hear the disappointment and hurt in the lie even though she tried to mask it. She’d heard from Liam how Croía was treated, but heard even more unsettling details about it from Trystan. And her heart broke for the young woman sitting before her, the one who still held onto hope that her family would someday show her love and affection despite being made to believe all her life that she was nothing to them … the same young woman who had become an integral and special part of her son’s life, and because of that, her own. She’d taken a liking to Croía, more so over the last month and seeing firsthand how happy she made Liam. Perhaps it was her natural motherly instinct, but she wanted to protect Croía from all of the same things she wanted to protect her own children from. And she wanted to help her, to see her thrive and succeed; it was part of the reason she’d asked if she wanted to join her that afternoon.

Eleanor knew Croía didn’t have the experience that others in her position typically would, and not all of those kinds of lessons could be learned from a class or a book. And while guest lists and event planning were the more frivolous sides of her role, Eleanor had a few reasons for spending this time with Croía; she had a purpose for it all.

“Well, why don’t we see how many from each country and kingdom are coming so far,” Eleanor said, changing the subject. She smiled as she sat next to her on the small sofa. “That way, we can start to figure out how we’re going to do the seating.”

****

That evening, Constantine and Eleanor sat inside the King’s study, unwinding from their day with drinks. When Constantine’s phone rang, he stood from the sofa and walked to his desk, lifting the receiver to his ear. “Yes?”

“Hello, Constantine,” Trystan greeted him.

“Trystan,” Constantine said as he glanced over his shoulder at his wife; she rose from the sofa and came beside him as he put the call on speaker. “How are you?”

“I’m well. I hope you and Eleanor are the same.”

“We’re good,” Eleanor answered, letting him know she was there.

“I’m here with Cameron,” Trystan said. “We just wanted to give you a little update.”

Constantine and Eleanor shared a look. “We’re listening.”

“It’s not much of an update,” Cameron chimed in. “We’re still looking for the proof we need. We just need some more time to find that smoking gun.”

“What we’ve found so far is better than nothing,” Eleanor replied. “It has to lead somewhere.”

“Unfortunately, these people are very good at keeping things hidden,” Cameron said.

“I can imagine, considering they’ve flown under the radar for as long as they have,” Constantine scoffed. “But at least we’re getting somewhere.”

In the time since they started their undercover investigation, the Cordonian monarchs along with Trystan and Cameron had uncovered more than they bargained for with the help of Damien and his Interpol connection. They’d come to learn that things were far more complicated and complex than they initially thought. And despite how much they’d found — and because of it — they needed more. What they had was only enough to drum up more suspicion and speculation. Both the delicacy and complexity of the situation called for more conclusive evidence because they couldn’t take any chances or risk any slip-ups based on technicalities. They needed a surefire smoking gun before they could make any moves, and they had yet to find it.

“How’s Croía?” Trystan asked.

“She’s doing good,” Eleanor answered. “She was with me earlier, actually, helping me with some things regarding the Peace Summit.”

“Taking her under your wing, are you?” Trystan quipped.

Eleanor chuckled. “I simply extended the offer to keep her occupied while Constantine had Liam sit in on a meeting with him.”

“She likes to learn, but was never given the chance back home,” Trystan said. “So I’m glad she’s got you there.”

“Speaking of the summit,” Eleanor began. “Are you still aiming to have enough evidence by then?”

“Yes,” Cameron answered. “Damien still thinks it would be easier to have Interpol be there than it would be for them to get into Drakovia. I’m hoping we’ll have what we need, and that’s the goal, but I don’t want to make any promises.”

“And I still wouldn’t put too much faith in them attending,” Trystan interjected. “I know Damien thinks that’ll be the easiest way, but it’d be a damn miracle if they accepted. And if they do, be on alert because it wouldn’t be because they’re actually looking for peace. If they accept, they’ll have an ulterior motive for doing so.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Constantine replied.

“And Liam and Croía … they still don’t know anything about it?” Trystan asked.

“No,” Eleanor and Constantine answered in unison.

“We’ve only been giving them the updates from the Dean and the University’s investigation, not our own,” Constantine added. He shared a look with his wife. “We’ll tell them when we need to …”

****

After having dinner with Blaine and Alia, Liam and Croía headed up to his room while the other two decided to venture down into the capitol in search of dessert. They’d offered for them to tag along, but Liam knew they hadn’t spent much time alone since their arrival in Cordonia; he’d told Blaine about one of his favorite local spots to take her.

Croía sat on the bed and let out a breath, glancing at Liam when he sat down beside her. “How did that meeting with your dad go?”

“Fine,” Liam shrugged. “Just some trade stuff he wanted me to overhear.” He glanced over at her with a chuckle. “How was planning with my mom?”

“It was fine,” Croía smiled. “Everyone is coming to that summit. Alia and her parents and sister. Blaine and his parents. Kennedy and her mom. Dionne and her parents. Peter and his parents and brother … to name a few.”

“Yeah, I knew Blaine and Alia were coming, only because they told me,” Liam said. “I figured the others would more than likely tag along … or be dragged along,” he chuckled.

“I noticed Drakovia wasn’t on the list,” Croía said. “I asked your mom about it … she said they invited them, but in a surprising turn of events, they haven’t heard back,” she quipped.

Liam shifted to sit in front of her. “Maybe they’ll come.” He knew they wouldn’t.

“Doubtful,” Croía replied. Liam smiled sadly before lifting a hand to her cheek; he drew her to him and pressed his lips to hers as his other hand settled on her waist. Before they could get too lost in the moment, she gently broke the kiss. “I have to study for my IRT exam.”

“You have all weekend,” Liam whispered.

Croía chuckled as he kissed her again. “I need to get some studying done tonight. And you said you’d help me.”

“I will help,” Liam said as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip before kissing her once more.

“I think we have two different definitions of help at the moment.”

A rumble of impish laughter escaped Liam as he drew back to meet her gaze. “Ok, I’ll help you study. But how about we make it a little more … interesting?”

Croía couldn’t help but chuckle at the mischievous smile he wore. “How so?”

“I’ll quiz you …” Liam smirked, leaning forward and pressing another lingering kiss to her lips. “And reward you for every right answer you get.”

Arching a curious brow, Croía smiled. “Reward me how?”

“Guess you’ll have to agree to play to find out.”

“Ok,” Croía laughed. She reached for her book on the nightstand, but he stopped her. “The questions are in the book.”

Liam tapped a finger to his temple. “It’s all up here.” He grinned when she laughed, then kissed her again as he guided her back on the bed, stopping once he was hovering over her. “First question,” he murmured against her lips. “Which theoretical perspective views globalization as a new form of imperialism?”

Croía smiled. “Neo-Marxism.”

“Good,” Liam said before finding her lips again; he kissed her slow and deep, curling his tongue against hers before shifting a moment later, kissing along her jaw to her ear. “Next question,” he whispered. “Globalization is most associated with which theory of world politics?”

“Liberalism.”

“Uh-huh,” Liam hummed as his lips lingered on her neck. He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, revealing her lace-covered chest; he gently dragged his hand from her neck down between the valley of her breasts and his lips followed their path before shifting off course and trailing over the swell, stopping when they met the seam of fabric. “What is the economic theory and ideology that serves as the backdrop to what is commonly referred to as globalization?”

Croía shuddered as his lips brushed over her covered peak, feeling his warm breath through the thin lace; her thoughts jumbled when the tip of his finger dipped beneath the scalloped seam and began to pull it down. “Neo-stru—” He paused, arching a brow as his gaze flickered to hers, and she shook her head. “Neoliberalism.”

A wolfish smirk curled on Liam’s lips as he slid the rest of the fabric out of his way and lowered his mouth down to her pebbled nipple; he slowly swirled his tongue before pulling away and blowing a stream of cold air against her, drawing out a soft gasp. “Name two contributing factors to global integration,” he murmured against her as his lips moved to her stomach.

“Transportation and Communication …”

“Mmhm,” Liam hummed, continuing his slow descent as his hand slid up to caress her.

“And European Colonization.”

“Very good.” Liam shifted himself lower, placing a kiss just below her navel; his hands slowly pushed up the hem of her pleated knit tennis skirt before he hooked a strong arm around one of her thighs and draped it across her hips. “What is the type of exchange rate that is based on its expected value in the international market and is considered to be self-correcting?”

Croía bit her lip, fixated on him as his lips made a path along her inner thigh, all while holding her gaze. “It’s … it’s fixed—” He paused, and she swallowed thickly. “Floating. Floating exchange rate.”

“Nice save.” Liam ghosted his lips over the thin piece of lace that covered her and he smirked when just that light touch drew a soft yet needy whimper from her. “Name one revolutionary approach to International Relations.”

When he placed another teasing kiss over the lace, Croía’s eyes fell shut as a tingle shot up her spine; she instinctively tried to arch her hips for more but was stopped by his arm holding her in place. “F-Focus on — focus on North — North and South relations,” she stuttered through a breath.

Liam chuckled, dragging a finger along the seam. “I think I might prefer to focus on the south right now,” he said before he pulled the lace aside and dropped his mouth down on her.

When she felt his velvet tongue swirl against her, Croía’s lips parted with a moan as her hand slid into his hair.

*******

A couple of days later, Liam, Croía, Blaine, and Alia sat in the living room of the south wing, all working on assignments and studying for upcoming exams.

“I wonder how much of this shit I’m actually going to use in the real world,” Blaine scoffed.

Liam chuckled just as the door to his wing flew open; they all glanced over as Leo strode into view. “Hello,” he grinned. He walked further inside and sat beside Croía on the sofa, slinging an arm over her shoulders. “Hi, Cocoa Bean.”

Liam shook his head as the others laughed, including Croía.

One night while they all hung out in the game room, Leo had caught a glimpse of Liam’s phone, seeing Croía listed in his contacts under ‘Cocoa’. He’d laughed himself hoarse, despite there being a story behind the nickname, one Liam tried to explain. Leo ignored him and the story entirely and had been calling her Cocoa Bean for the last few weeks anytime he saw her. She didn’t seem to mind, however, so neither did Liam.

“What are you up to?” Liam asked.

“I want to go golfing,” Leo said, “but I have no one to go with. So I thought you all might like to join me.”

Blaine threw his book down. “I’m in.”

Liam’s brows furrowed. “I thought you hated golf?”

“I don’t hate it, but it’s not my favorite thing either,” Blaine replied. “But I’ll do anything to get away from this shit for a while,” he said, gesturing toward the book and his laptop.

“I’m game,” Alia said.

Liam and Croía shared a look, both shrugging. “Ok.”

****

A while later, after changing into appropriate attire while Leo filled a cooler with beers and White Claws, the five of them headed out to Cormery Isle’s golf course.

They laughed and joked as they made their way through the course, all in much need of the little reprieve.

Liam, Croía, and Leo pulled up in a golf cart to where their balls landed on the seventh hole; Blaine and Alia pulled up in a second cart behind them.

After taking their shots, Leo, Blaine, and Croía sat on one of the carts after grabbing a drink from the cooler, waiting while Liam and Alia made their shots.

Leo glanced back at Blaine from the driver’s seat, chuckling. “Remember last year when we were shotgunning beers for every shot we took?”

Blaine snorted, nodding before he tipped his head back to take a sip of his beer. “And we were all shitfaced drunk by the time we got back to the palace and your mom made us all her infamous hangover remedy.”

“I swear, her spiced apple tea hangover cure is fucking gold,” Leo said. “They’ve made me functional for so many events.”

“What’s a shotgun?” Croía asked.

Leo’s brows rose in surprise and he glanced over at her in the passenger seat. “Cocoa Bean! You’ve never done a shotgun?”

“No,” Croía chuckled, shaking her head.

“Oh, we’ll need to fix that,” Leo said. “Blaine, grab me a drink.”

Blaine reached back, grabbed a can of White Claw from the cooler, and handed it to Leo. “So, the first thing you’re gonna do is make a hole down here,” he said as he tapped his finger near the bottom of the can. He grabbed the pen they were keeping score with and carefully poked through the can, maneuvering it around. “Ok,” Leo said as he finished making the hole wide enough; Blaine leaned forward from the backseat of the cart to both inspect and watch. “Take this, put your thumb over the hole, and position your other hand so you can open the tab.” He handed her the can, and she did as instructed. “Good. Ok, now, put your mouth there,” he pointed to the hole, and she leaned forward and replaced her thumb with her mouth. “Now open it and then suck.”

“Tilt it slightly,” Blaine added.

Croía tilted the can slightly as her nail flipped up the tab, but she was met with a rush of unexpected carbonation, causing her to cough into the can.

Suddenly, the liquid shot out from the opening, spraying Leo directly in the face.

Croía slowly looked over at Leo with wide eyes as what little she managed to get into her mouth dribbled out; liquid and foam dripped from his face.

In the back seat, Blaine let out a loud bark of laughter as he threw his head back. When he heard her wheeze, he looked at Croía and started to laugh even harder at seeing how hard she was now laughing; her face was bright red and her hand covered her mouth, which was open in shock as her body shook.

When Croía took a breath, she squealed out a laugh as her foot kicked the panel under the seat and she doubled forward. Both the sight and sound sent Blaine over the edge; he tipped sideways, rolling out of the cart into the grass as he clutched his stomach.

Alia and Liam approached after taking their shots, and Alia started to laugh just at the sight of Blaine rolling around on the ground.

“What the hell happened?” Liam asked, seeing a substance dripping from his brother’s face; he wore a grin despite whatever just occurred.

A loud guffaw erupted from Blaine as he started to try and tell them the story; he rolled to his side with a wheeze as he slapped the ground, unable to continue.

“I was trying to teach Cocoa Bean how to do a shotgun,” Leo began to explain through a laugh of his own as he wiped his face down with his golf towel. “But I somehow managed to get a face full of White Claw instead.”

Alia couldn’t contain her laughter at the imagery.

“I-I’m sorry … I-I got a …” Croía trailed off, unable to speak as another shriek of laughter bubbled out of her.

Liam looked at her and he couldn’t help but chuckle as she gripped his arm; tears glistened in the corners of her eyes as the melodious sound of her contagious laughter filled the air. He’d seen her laugh plenty of times, but never that hard … and he never wanted to go another day without seeing or hearing it again, without seeing her so utterly happy and carefree.

“Holy fuck,” Blaine chortled. He slowly rolled onto all fours, trying to catch his breath. “My abs hurt. That …” He trailed off, snorting. “That was the funniest fucking thing. His face …” He howled, dropping his head onto the ground between his arms as he continued to laugh. “Shit, Croía.”

Leo gripped Croía’s shoulder. “We’ll need to work on your execution, Cocoa Bean,” he chuckled.

*******

The following Friday, Liam, Croía, Blaine, and Alia sat in the living room of the south wing, watching a movie; they’d spent all week working on assignments, had gone out to the beer garden with Leo, Rashad, and Olivia the night before, and were taking that night to relax.

Midway through the film, a knock sounded on the door; Liam paused the movie and shouted for them to come in. A moment later, Constantine and Eleanor appeared. “Sorry to interrupt,” Constantine smiled apologetically at the group as they all sat up.

“No worries,” Liam said. “What’s up?”

Constantine and Eleanor walked into the living area and took the two empty seats on either end of the sectional. “We just received a call from the Dean. Vancross is opening campus back up.”

They all smiled. “When?” Blaine questioned.

“One week,” Eleanor answered. “They’re giving you next week free of classes to allow you to get yourselves situated before returning.”

“So they finished the investigation?” Croía asked.

“They closed it,” Constantine said. “They couldn’t find any evidence pointing to who was behind the attack. Being that it’s been over a month, they didn’t have much of a choice. I’m sure they’ll still be looking into it, but they think it’s time for the students to return.”

“Your parents are aware,” Eleanor said to Blaine and Alia. “They’re leaving it up to you whether or not you want to go right from here or go home for the week before returning.”

The pair shared a look. “We should probably go see them before going back,” Alia said. “We won’t see them again until graduation.”

“Yeah,” Blaine nodded.

As they began to discuss leaving the following morning, Croía took in Alia’s words. We won’t see them again until graduation. She hadn’t seen her mother since her impromptu visit, and she hadn’t seen her father since she left to attend Vancross. She hadn’t been home at all. They hadn’t tried to reach out to her and hadn’t returned any of her calls. And while a part of her knew it was foolish to even want to see them or to think they cared about seeing her, another part of her couldn’t let go of the notion that she had a home and family of her own.

Alia and Blaine excused themselves to go call their parents and make their arrangements to leave, leaving Liam and Croía alone with Constantine and Eleanor.

“I … I should go home, too,” Croía said.

Liam furrowed his brows as he snapped his gaze in her direction. “What?”

“Alia’s right,” Croía said quietly as she looked at him. “We won’t have another chance to go home again before graduation, and that’s a few months away. And I haven’t … I haven’t been home at all since school started.” She could see the wariness in his eyes. “I know I haven’t talked to them … but maybe I should try to see them.”

Liam knew why she wanted to go — or rather, felt like she had to. She didn’t want to give up on believing that maybe one day they’d see her for more than the mistake they told her she was. She wanted their love and acceptance so badly that she was willing to risk her emotional well-being on the off chance she might get it. Every instinct inside him wanted to tell her not to go, to beg her not to go and to stay with him. He’d seen firsthand what being around just her mother did to her, and he didn’t want to see her fall back into that headspace she was so easily put in before. He didn’t want to see her hurt and defeated if this trip home didn’t go the way she hoped it would … and he was almost certain that’s what would happen.

Liam let out a breath. “But Croía—”

“It’s just a week,” Croía interrupted, seeing more trepidation fill his expression as he stared at her. “And then we’ll be back at campus.”

Constantine looked at his wife the same moment Eleanor looked at him; he recognized the question in her eyes. He knew she didn’t want Croía to go either and that look told him exactly what she was thinking: She doesn’t know what we know. But he subtly shook his head at her silent request. They couldn’t risk telling anyone, including Liam and Croía. Not yet.

“Are you sure, Croía?” Eleanor asked, hoping she might reconsider.

“I’m sure,” Croía nodded with a halfhearted smile. “And while I’m there … maybe I can bring up the Peace Summit and gauge their interest in possibly attending.”

“Well, how about I go with you,” Liam said.

Constantine and Eleanor both stiffened at his words.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think it might be best if I go by myself,” Croía said, much to his parents’ relief. “I’ll be fine,” she assured him.

Liam continued to stare at her. “When … when are you going to leave?”

“Blaine and Alia seem to be leaving in the morning,” Croía noted. “So maybe sometime tomorrow afternoon. I’ll have to have Jonas call to have the jet prepared and sent.”

“No need to call for the jet. You’re more than welcome to use ours,” Constantine offered, although his motives weren’t entirely selfless; he didn’t trust a Drakovian jet landing on Cordonian soil.

Liam heaved a sigh as he finally dropped Croía’s gaze. He didn’t like the idea of her leaving. He didn’t like it at all.

****

The movie night had been cut short so Blaine, Alia, and — much to Liam’s dismay — Croía could pack their bags.

Liam sat on the edge of his bed, watching Croía stuff the final pieces of her clothing into her suitcase before zipping it shut. She set her bag over by the door and turned to face him; the look he gave her had her seriously contemplating her decision.

When Croía approached him, she rested her hands on his shoulders, and Liam pulled her down so she was straddling his lap. He searched her icy blue eyes as he tucked her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want you to go,” he said just above a whisper.

“I’ll be ok,” Croía said, not sure whether she was trying to convince him or herself.

“Does Trystan know you’re going?”

“No,” Croía chuckled, knowing he was hoping her brother would change her mind. “I haven’t called to tell him, but I will.” He shook his head, dropping her gaze. “If I come back disappointed … it’s no one’s fault but my own.”

Liam looked at her again. “If that’s even a possibility, why go?” he asked. “Why risk making yourself feel like that?”

“Because I … I just feel like I need to do this,” Croía replied. “For myself.” Liam sighed, dropping his head on her shoulder. “Listen …” She forced his gaze back to hers. “If this trip goes badly … I promise, it’ll be the last time I try.”

“You won’t go back again?”

“No,” Croía shook her head. “I think this trip will tell me everything I need to know.”

Liam chewed the inside of his cheek as his hold around her tightened. “I still don’t like the idea of you going … especially by yourself.”

“I’ll be ok.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to change her mind, Liam heaved a defeated sigh as he dropped his head on her shoulder. “I’ve gotten used to you being here with me,” he murmured. “I don’t want to wake up without you.”

Croía chuckled. “It’s only a week.”

“Too long.” Liam lifted his gaze back to hers, holding it for a moment before he closed the small space between them and pressed his lips to hers.

When they parted, Croía rested her forehead against his. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Liam kissed her again, this time more ardently; he turned, laying her back on the bed, planning to make the most of that night. And she eagerly returned the kiss with the very same intention.

*******

The following morning, Liam and Croía said their goodbyes to Blaine and Alia before they left, and that afternoon, they rode in silence and hand-in-hand in the back of an SUV to the airport for Croía’s flight.

Anthony drove the pair with Jonas riding beside him in the passenger seat; knowing they were in cahoots, she had instructed her guard not to call Trystan, telling him she would do so herself. In the third row behind them sat Leo, who offered to tag along, knowing his brother might need a distraction on the way back.

Liam tossed and turned all night, trying to come up with some way of changing Croía’s mind, but he fell short. Despite her assuring him she would be fine and that it would only be a week before she saw him again, he still couldn’t bring himself to get on board with the idea. He didn’t push, however, because he didn’t want her to think he was being overbearing.

When the SUV pulled up to the tarmac alongside the waiting jet, the two guards exited the vehicle first; Anthony went to do a cursory check of the aircraft while Jonas grabbed Croía’s suitcase.

When Liam’s guard reappeared a few moments later, giving the all-clear, Liam sighed as he opened the door and stepped out, turning to offer a hand to Croía; she said goodbye to Leo, who gave her a quick hug, before taking Liam’s hand and allowing him to help her out.

The pair walked slowly toward the stairs; Jonas shook Anthony’s hand before stepping onto the jet while the latter headed back to the SUV, giving Liam and Croía some privacy.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Liam asked, forcing a small smile.

“I’ll be fine,” Croía reiterated with a sad smile as she looked up at him. “Remember, it’s only a week.”

Liam wrapped his arms around her as hers looped around his neck. “I know …” He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

“We’ll talk every day.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Croía assured him, and he kissed her again.

Croía cupped his face in her hands. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you, too.”

After drawing back from another kiss, Croía stepped back, knowing she wouldn’t get on that jet if she lingered there any longer. “I’ll call you as soon as I land.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Liam watched her turn and head up the stairs; she gave him a wave and one last smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the cabin. He walked backward, watching Jonas secure the door, and when he reached the SUV, he leaned against it, waiting to see her take off.

A moment later, Leo appeared beside him. “Relax. She’ll only be gone a week.”

Liam didn’t take his eyes off the jet as it turned toward the open airstrip. Yes, he knew it was only a week, but he had an odd feeling that he couldn’t seem to shake, one that grew in intensity as he watched the aircraft pick up speed down the runway before lifting into the air.

*******

The following Thursday, Liam sat out on the balcony of his bedroom, eating breakfast as he scanned a newspaper. His eyes kept flickering to his phone, waiting for Croía’s morning call.

As promised, Croía had called him twice a day every day since she left. They messaged each other throughout each day as well.

That first night, when Liam asked how her return was received, all Croía said was, “as expected.” Each night since, she told him how her parents had been in closed-door meetings all day and she had yet to see either of them. That was until yesterday afternoon when she sent a message to tell him she was having dinner with them that evening; she said she would call him later to tell him how it went.

Croía never called.

Liam had sent a couple of messages to see if everything was ok and to ask how the dinner went, but he never got a response.

As he looked at his phone again, Liam told himself not to panic, that she had probably just fallen asleep and wasn’t awake yet. He still couldn’t shake that odd feeling he had, though, and it was doing him no favors in staying optimistic.

When his phone chimed with an incoming call, Liam threw the paper down and snatched his phone up; he let out a breath when he saw the name flash across the screen. “Hi,” he answered.

“Well, don’t you sound chipper this morning,” Blaine chuckled.

“Sorry,” Liam sighed. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to let you know I’ll be heading out tomorrow morning.”

Blaine was flying back to Cordonia tomorrow so he and Liam could head back to Vancross together Saturday morning; they wanted to give themselves time to get resituated in their suite and relax before classes started up again on Monday. Rashad and Olivia were taking the Domavllier’s jet but weren’t planning to return to campus until Sunday.

“Is Alia coming too?” Liam asked.

“No,” Blaine answered. “She has an event she’s attending with her family tomorrow evening, so she’s just going to meet us back at Vancross Saturday morning.”

“Ok …”

“Are you alright?” Blaine asked.

“I’m just waiting for Croía to call.”

“What’s wrong?”

Liam sighed. “She was supposed to call me last night but never did. And she hasn’t called or answered my messages this morning.”

“Calm down,” Blaine chuckled. “She’s probably still sleeping. Don’t get yourself all worked up over nothing.”

“Right …” Liam drummed his fingers against the table.

Something told him it wasn’t “nothing.”

*******

The next afternoon, Liam sat inside the living area of his wing after he’d returned to the palace from picking Blaine up at the airport. Liam held his phone to his ear, listening to it ring and ring and ring before Croía’s voicemail picked up. He sighed, ending the call and tossing his phone on the table in front of him before running his hand down his face.

“Still nothing?” Blaine asked, and Liam shook his head. “Let me try.” He scrolled through his contacts before tapping his finger against Croía’s name. It rang … and rang and rang and rang … until her voicemail picked up. “Nothing …”

“Has Alia heard from her?” Liam asked.

“She said the last time she talked to her was Wednesday.”

“Same as me …” Liam let out a breath, running his hand through his hair.

“We’ll keep trying,” Blaine said.

****

That night, Liam tapped his foot anxiously against the carpeted floor of his bedroom as he tried calling Croía again. He still hadn’t heard back from her. When he reached her voicemail for the umpteenth time that day, he let out a frustrated breath as he rubbed his eyes, waiting for the cue to leave a message. When he heard the beep, he lifted his head.

“Croía … it’s me again. I’m really worried. I just want to know you’re ok. Please … please call me back.”

Liam sighed as he dropped the phone away from his ear and ended the call. He thought about calling Trystan, but another part of him thought maybe he should wait. Like him, Blaine, and Alia, Croía was supposed to be returning to campus tomorrow and he didn’t want to worry her brother for no reason if there truly was an explanation as to why she hadn’t returned any of their calls or messages. He couldn’t figure out what the hell that explanation could be, but he was holding onto that small sliver of hope like a lifeline.

*******

The following morning, Liam drummed his fingers across his thigh from his seat on the jet; through the clouds, he could see Vancross University’s campus as they flew overhead, headed for the airport.

“Alia just landed and is headed back to campus now,” Blaine said, reading a message from her. Liam looked at him. “I told her we’re about five minutes behind her. She said she’ll let us know if Croía is there.”

They had yet to hear anything from Croía; their calls were now going straight to voicemail, and messages were still left unanswered.

It had been three days since Liam last spoke to Croía and that odd feeling he had when she first left had now grown into full-on panic. When he said his goodbyes to his family that morning, his mother asked if he was ok, able to tell something was bothering him; he didn’t tell her what was going on because he didn’t have any answers to explain it.

Liam’s only focus that morning was getting back to campus and seeing if Croía had arrived yet.

****

When Liam and Blaine arrived back at their suite, they dropped their bags in their rooms and met back in the living area, both with their phones in hand. Liam tapped his finger against the screen on Croía’s name and put the phone to his ear; it went straight to voicemail again.

Blaine could see the concern etched in his friend’s expression. “Maybe her phone broke or something.”

Liam merely nodded at Blaine’s attempt to settle his nerves, but he didn’t believe it. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

Suddenly, the door to their suite flung open and a frantic Alia rushed inside; she was out of breath, clearly having run from her building to theirs.

Blaine turned toward her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Croía’s stuff … it’s not there,” Alia breathed as she pressed a palm to her chest.

Liam’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Her room is empty. All of her stuff … it’s gone.”

The color drained from Liam’s face as his heart plummeted into his stomach. “No.” In the next moment, he was rushing out the door, and Blaine and Alia followed behind him.

Liam ran along the campus path from his building towards the other. When he entered through the front doors, he bound up the steps two at a time until he came to the correct floor; he flew down the hall and pushed the door to the suite open, making a beeline for Croía’s room.

When Liam stepped inside, he froze. Just as Alia had said, the room was empty save for the bare bed and the desk and chair.

There was nothing but empty hangers in the closet.

The drawers of the dresser were pulled open and bare.

The books that once lined the built-in bookshelf were gone.

The only thing that remained to show Croía had ever been there at all was the pictures still pinned to the corkboard above the desk she once occupied. A photo of their whole group together from a night they had a bonfire on the beach, several photos of her and Alia, her and Liam, and a few of the four of them together on the many nights they hung out.

Liam looked around the empty room, blinking as if her stuff would suddenly reappear … along with her. His eyes fell on a crumpled article of clothing he spotted on the floor of the closet. He walked over and picked it up; when he held it in front of him, he saw the ‘Rys’ stitched across the top of the back. It was the mock jersey she had worn to his final polo match. He sat in the chair and leaned forward, burying his face in the shirt; the scent of vanilla and sandalwood still lingered in the fabric.

Fisting the shirt in his hands, a wave of worry, guilt, and anger washed over Liam. He didn’t trust the idea of her going home, but he didn’t try hard enough to convince her not to. He knew in his gut something was wrong when he didn’t hear from her, but he didn’t try to figure out what it was.

Blaine took a tentative step toward his friend, seeing his hands start to shake. Suddenly, Liam stood, grabbing the chair by its back and hurling it across the room with a growl; the sound of it slamming against the wall caused Alia to yelp.

Liam ran his fingers through his hair, lacing his trembling hands behind his head. The stress of the past few days had finally gotten the better of him. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his breaths shuddered and quick as he tried to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening. But he couldn’t. He didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know anything.

Blaine approached him, resting a hand on his shoulder. After a few quiet moments, Alia broke the deafening silence. “What … what do you think happened?” Blaine glanced over his shoulder at hearing the worry laced in her words.

Liam dropped his arms to his sides, looking around the room again as his jaw tensed. “I … I don’t know,” he said. He stormed out of the room, unable to stand inside the emptiness any longer, stopping once he was in the living area. He pulled his phone from his pocket and went to his contacts, tapping a name on the screen before lifting it to his ear.

“Liam?”

“Have you heard from Croía?” The question tumbled out of Liam, who didn’t care about a polite greeting at the moment.

“No …” Trystan paused for a moment. “She’s supposed to be returning to campus today.”

“Yeah, but she’s not here. I haven’t talked to her since Wednesday morning; she hasn’t answered any of my calls or messages. Any calls to her started going straight to voicemail this morning. We just got back to campus, and Alia found all of her stuff from their suite gone. Her room is completely empty, Trystan.”

Trystan could hear the worry in his voice; his own anxiety spiked at what he’d just been told, but he hid it, trying to remain calm. “Let me try to call her phone for me. I’ll call you right back.” He didn’t wait for a response before hanging up.

Liam dropped his arm, gripping his phone tightly in his hand. The few seconds that went by felt like hours until his phone rang; he answered before it made half a ring. “Anything?”

“No … right to voicemail.” Trystan heard Liam let out an exasperated breath. “Listen, let me make some calls … see what I can find out. I’ll let you know as soon as I know something.”

*******

In the living area of his suite the following afternoon, Liam sat slumped on the sofa; his fist was pressed against his mouth as he stared off in a daze with his phone clutched tightly in his other hand. Blaine and Alia sat in silence across from him on the other end of the sectional.

It had been over 24 hours since Liam had spoken to Trystan, and every minute that passed that he didn’t hear from him only caused both his concern and irritation to heighten. He’d tried calling and messaging Croía several more times after his conversation with Trystan but to no avail. He’d gotten a mere couple of hours of sleep last night, and that was only because he dozed off at the kitchen counter while waiting to hear from Trystan or Croía herself. Blaine found him at 2 a.m. when he exited his room to get a bottle of water; he was slumped on the stool with his head on his arms and his hand curled around his phone. He woke him up, telling him to go get some sleep, but when he entered his room, sleep was the last thing on his mind.

When Liam’s phone chimed with an alert, his head snapped to the screen; he sank back with a heavy sigh at seeing the message from his mother, telling him she hoped they all got settled in ok and to enjoy his last day before starting classes back up tomorrow. He sent back a quick response before tossing his phone onto the table and laying back, covering his face with his hands.

Blaine looked at him. “Who was—”

“My mom,” Liam interrupted.

Alia and Blaine shared a look; Liam’s stress over the situation was palpable. Alia glanced back in Liam’s direction. “Why don’t we go get something to eat while we wait.”

Liam dropped his hands away from his face and met their gazes; his expression was a silent declination. “Come on, Li,” Blaine sighed. “I’ve been with you since yesterday afternoon and you haven’t eaten anything. You’re not doing anyone any favors by starving your damn self.”

“We don’t have to go far,” Alia said. “We can go to that Greek place right across the street from campus.”

As Liam sat there and contemplated their suggestion, a knock came on the door of the suite; he sprung up and rushed over, flinging it open.

Liam swallowed thickly when he saw none other than Trystan standing on the other side, and the look on his face immediately filled him with dread.

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BET YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING ME HERE ON A MONDAY NIGHT.

OHMYGOD IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH THAT IT HURT ME TERRIBLY NOT HAVING THE TIME TO REBLOG MY FAVORITE PARTS OF LTIERALLY EVERYTHING YOUVE WRITTEN.

BUT IVE BEEN READING EVERYTHING AND HAVE BEEN KEEPING UP WITH YOUR STORIES AND I JUST. UGH. I WILL GET AROUND TO REBLOGGINN EVERYTHING AGAN BUT IM STARTING WITH THIS ONE BECAUSE IVE BEEN LIVING FOR THIS.

I'LL TRY TO KEEP THIS SHORT AND CONCISE BUT HAVE I EVER WRITTEN YOU ANYTHING SHORT AND CONSICE??? I DONT THINK SO.

chapter 1

FIRST OF ALL.

ohmygosh i really REALLY NEED some drake and max and riley college shenanigans. but im glad for the college liam content tho because...

“We’ll let them have this first one. Then, we’ll remind everyone what a real party looks like.” He chuckled as Henri playfully flipped him off.

... i love him.

Vancross was a large campus, but an exclusive one; everyone knew everyone, whether it was through connections or just by word of mouth.

GOD CAN YOU IMAGINE GOING TO THIS SCHOOL AND THE PRINCE LIAM OF CORDONIA JUST KNEW YOU AND WAVED HI TO YOU AND ASKED YOU HOW YOURE DOING AND YOURE SCARFING DOWN A FUCKING DONUT IN HIS PRESENCE BUT HES TOO NICE TO TELL YOU THST YOU HAVE CHOCOLATE GLAZE STICKING TO YOUR CHEEK. SO YOU JUST GO ABOUT YOUR DAY THINKING ABOUT THAT BEAUTIFUL SMILE OF HIS AND CRY BECAUSE HE WILL NEVER BE YOURS ALL WHILE THE CHOCOLATE GLAZE IS STILL THERE.

OH GOD AND YES I WAS THAT COLLEGE STUDENT WITH TWO DONUTS IN ONE HAND A COFEE MUG IN THE OTHER WALKING ACROSS CAMPUS.

“Fuck! It burns!” Liam wheezed through more coughs, pressing his large palm against his chest in a futile attempt to ease the burning ache.

PLEEEZE I LOVE HIM.

chapter 2

A blush tinted Croía’s cheeks as she shook her head. “Well, I guess we can add Vancross to that list now, but other than that … no. My parents have kept me out of the public eye as much as possible.”

NOT SUS AT ALL. but i think it's kinda cute how open she is with this kind of information. she couldve really just said something vague, but when you have no one to really talk to about anything, anyone who asks will get you to easily open up.

Blaine chuckled and glanced at Alia. “Imagine the next King of Cordonia inciting a war, and when asked why, he says, ‘they were being dicks,’” he mocked before a snort escaped him.

YOUR HONOR I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO SAY THAT I AM IN LOVE WITH BLAINE.

YES I KNOW, BUT HE'S JUST EVERYTHING I LOVE IN A MAN.

The next 20 minutes passed with Liam and Croía narrowly missing each other’s curious, lingering stares as they sat in the silent library. Then, they finally glanced up at the same time. They stared at one another, both feeling caught, until Liam mouthed “hi” with a subtle grin. Croía returned her own small smile, mouthing “hi” back to him.

OH YEAH HI IM STILL CRYING OVER THIS BEING THEIR FIRST INTERACTION. PLEASE OHMYGOD. THEYRE SO GONNA GET MARRIED. IM CALLING IT HERE.

chapter 3

liam and croia bonding was literally everything. theyre going to get married.

chapter 4

‘Your fictional kingdom, while small, is known for its wealth, but lacks in military standing. Country A is a technology-focused kingdom. Country B is a military tactic-focused kingdom. Each uses their focus as their biggest strength when approaching you for a treaty and the lack of said strength as their argument against the other.’

I MEAN I WOULD JUST SAY FUCK IT AND MAKE MY OWN MILITARY ROBOTS AND THEN I WOULD HAVE THEM FIGHT EACH OTHER AND I WOULD CONQUER BOTH KINGDOMS AND THEN I HAVE 3 KINGDOMS.

“That’s good,” Constantine nodded. “Who’d you get paired with? Anyone we know?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never heard you talk about her family. Her name is Croía. She’s the youngest of the Thorne siblings,” Liam casually explained. “The royals from Drakovia.”

As he rubbed his eyes again through another yawn, Liam missed the worried glance that Constantine and Eleanor shared.

NOTHIGN GOOD EVER COMES FROM WORRIED GLANCES BETWEEN PARENTS.

chapter 5

“Liam,” her mother interrupted. “The Rys boy …”

“Yes,” Croía replied. “He and I actually got paired together on a project for one of our classes.”

A long moment of silence passed before her mother broke it. “Hm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

AGHAIN I SAY. NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES FROM WORRIED GLANCES BETWEEN PARENTS.

“It’s not that. My phone keeps autocorrecting your name to Cocoa,” he chuckled. He glanced over when he heard her laugh, smiling at her. “I’m gonna leave it.”

“What?” Croía giggled.

“Yeah,” Liam grinned. “It’ll be my little nickname for you.” ... “Come on, Cocoa, let’s go get another drink,” he chuckled.

PLEASE THEYRE SO CUTE AND IM GOING TO CRY BECUASE THEYRE GOING TO FALL IN LOVE AND IT ALL REALLY STARTED HERE AND OHMYGOD PLEASE PLEEEEEASE

Croía stepped inside. “I saw the guitars the first time I came here with Alia, but I thought they were just for aesthetic purposes,” she smiled.

“No, I actually play,” Liam chuckled. “My mom taught me.”

Croía grinned. “The Queen of Cordonia plays the guitar?”

“She does. And rather well,” Liam smiled.

CRIESSSSS

LIAM REALLY DESERVED BETTER IN TRR # BRING BACK QUEEN ELEANOR OF CORDONIA

chapter 6

“I’m calling bullshit,” he chuckled. Liam looked back at him, furrowing his brows. “You had that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The one that said you’re full of shit,” Drake laughed. “I may be 5000 miles away but I can still read you like a book.”

OH MY GODDDD OH MY GOD

PLEASE

WHY

ARE

THEY

SUCH

BEST

FRIENDS

Liam was still getting to know her and trying to figure her out. Croía was shy and quiet. She had told him herself how she was still adjusting to her new norm away from home. That, in turn, made him cautious, not wanting to come off as presumptuous.

i need a sec....

because.

fuck.

he is so freaking perfect. like i dont think he would ever come off as presumptuous but my god the fact that he even considered that is so cute. he is so in love with her and theyre going to get married and have 4 babies.

“I see,” Croía nodded.

Alia glanced up at the back of her head, realizing she may have divulged a little too much information. “But they’re like … totally over. It ended months ago and they’ve both moved past it.”

“Ok,” Croía chuckled, knowing Alia was trying to be extra convincing. “What’s that got to do with me?”

“Croía, you’re killing me.”

iM IN TEARS HERE WOMAN. HAVE YOU BEEN LOOKING THRU MY TEXTS????BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY ME AND MY BEST FRIENDS. LITERALLY HOW OUR CONVERSATIONS GO! AND YES, I AM CROIA IN THIS SITUATION.

IM CRYYYYYYYYYYY.

He was charming and kind. He made her smile and laugh. He pushed her to think for herself. He made her feel comfortable enough to open up to him. He made her feel something she never had before … but that was the problem.

MY LOVE THERE ISNT A PROBLEM. I TOO HAVE FALLEN FOR LIAM AND LET ME TELL YOU, IT WAS THE BEST DECISION OF MY LIFE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE JUST TRUST THAT THAT HANDSOME MAN WILL CATCH YOU WHEN YOU FALL

Alexei looked at Croía who was watching the exchange, and he offered a smile. “Are you going to go, Croía? Having you there might just make that party bearable.”

Liam casually slung an arm around Croía’s shoulders, but despite not even realizing it himself, there was nothing casual about it. He immediately picked up on Alexei’s subtle flirtation … and he didn’t like it. “Of course she’s going to come.”

PLEASE THIS IS ALSO ME BUT IN THIS SITAUTION I AM LIAM.

ALSO

JEALOUS LIAM IS SO HOT.

LIKE YYAAAAAAS BABY, HOLD ONTO YOUR GIRL.

In truth, she liked the way his arm felt around her. It felt comfortable and natural, and in a way, it made her feel oddly safe for reasons she wasn’t even able to explain to herself.

i am in TEARS WOMAN

“Men are what?” Trystan barked on the other side of the door and he jiggled the locked knob. “And why are you talking about them?”

but im also in tears because the thorne siblings are literal goals and i love them and theyre the best characters in the history of characters.

Blaine chuckled as he threw the ball back. “Dude, you can lie to me and yourself all you want, but I’m just going to come out and say it … you’ve got a thing for Croía. And you’ve got it bad.”

Liam caught the ball, palming it between his large hands, still wearing a smile as he looked at him. “Ok, ok, fine. I … I do. I do like her.”

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chapter 7

Croía had always tried so hard to be the perfect daughter and live up to her parents’ unattainable expectations, despite being fully aware that they never paid any mind to her or her frivolous attempts to constantly please them. She thought that if she kept trying, one day they would simply see and appreciate her efforts.

SEVEN CHAPTERS IN AND NOW IM CRYING BUT FOR A DIFFERENT REASON.

GOD BUT THE KIIIIIIIIS

THE KISS

THEEEEEE KIIIIIIIIIIIISS

chapter 8

also that crying gif?

yeah thats me during the thorne sibling reunion.

please woman.

have some mercy.

im but a fragile woman.

Trystan nodded, taking in her words with a thoughtful expression. “Well, I don’t mean to go all big brother bear, but if they do decide to venture down this road … he best treat her right, or he’ll have me to deal with.”

A surprised laugh escaped Eleanor. “Prince Trystan, did you just threaten the Crown Prince of Cordonia to his mother, the Queen?”

“Indeed I did,” Trystan grinned.

IM A FRAGILE WOMAN FOR AND BECAUSE OF THIS MAN. OHMYGOD.

this whole conversation was so sweet tho! i mean everythign before the HEED THY WARNING conversation.

and also the whole liam admitting to something just to protect someone else was sweet but MY DUDE PLEASE THINK THINGS THRU BEFORE YOU GO AHEAD AND GO ALL HERO WHEN YOU KNOW YOUR GIRL IS RIGHT THERE. but i get it, BUT I DONT.

chapter 9

“Lesson learned,” Eleanor shrugged, her expression rueful. “As I said last night, sometimes, even the most noblest of acts have consequences, Liam. Even though your purpose was to try and help, you not only put yourself in a position for severe public scrutiny, but someone else you care about was also inadvertently caught in the crossfire, so to speak.

EXACTLY THIS # BRING BACK QUEEN ELEANOR OF CORDONIA

Croia, I like you. I like the person I’ve gotten to know. I like being around you. I like talking to you. I like who I am when I’m with you. And I just …” He paused, brushing his thumb across her knuckles. “I’d really like to see where things between us could go …”

PLEASE I LOVE ME A SOFT LIAM MOMENT

ok bUT NOW

“I don’t want anyone in my family associating with a damn Rys, especially in that manner,” Viktoria sneered. “And this is Croía. She’s callow and ignorant. Don’t you understand—”

“It’s you who doesn’t seem to understand,” they interrupted. “We now have someone on the inside, Viktoria; this has the potential to open a lot of doors, one of which includes giving us an easy in with Cordonia very soon.”

I WILL ADMIT, that this wasn't what i thought was going down. I didnt think that they... wanted to RISE TO POWER like all creeper status. i truly thought that liam and croia had an arranged marriage but with some like very VAGUE STIPULATIONS. like i didnt really think this was going to go down the WE WILL TAKE THEM DOWN FROM THE INSIDE route but MY GOD IM CAUGHT OF GUARD AND IM SHOOK.

chapter 10

THE LAKE DAY!

THIS WHOLE CHAPTER WAS A FREAKING CHEFS KISS. A MASTERPIECE. A 10/10.

“And I … I like the sound of that,” she smiled coyly.

“Sound of what?” Liam teased as he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, unable to contain his smile.

“Calling you my boyfriend,” Croía whispered through a laugh.

“Good, because I really like hearing you say it,” Liam grinned before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

CAN YOU HEAR ME YELLING AT HOW GOOD THIS IS????

Vancross

Vancross - We’ll Get There Together (Chapter 10)

Most of the characters belong to Pixelberry.

Title inspiration: Ready For Anything - Landon Austin

Main Pairing: Liam x F!OC

A/N: Multiple crossover series. There will be random sprinkles of canon throughout this story, but for the most part, it’s pretty much out the window. Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading! Please excuse any errors.

Rating: M • Warnings: This series will contain nsfw material, language, some alcohol and drug use, and is not suitable for minors. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+

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