Will is prince of the Aureole kingdom, a place of light-benders that boasts the best of healers. Nico is an assassin who serves the Shade kingdom, a place of shadow-benders with the most skilled fighters. And when their paths cross, their lives will change forever. Let me know if I write anything incorrect or offensive about dissociation as I do not dissociate.

Nico is a thief, and Will is a prince, and they are very doomed. Really, it probably started when Nico robbed the king. Or maybe when he winked at the prince from across the marketplace. Or maybe when he orchestrated thrilling castle escapes, humiliating the royal family and guard without so much as breaking a sweat. Or, maybe it was just when he first noticed that Prince William is incredibly handsome. Yeah, that's probably what doomed them, actually--because after that, any hope of living relatively normal lives flew completely out the carriage window. But hey--Nico /is/ a thief after all, so maybe it's not so shocking that he'd steal Will's heart, too. _______ Just your average, very rushed (and very cliché) royalty AU... _______ Someone needs to stop me. This is what? My sixteenth (posted) fanfiction? Seventeenth? _______ Rights to Uncle Rick. Not that he'd have time to sue me or anything. He's too busy writing fifty gajillion books. _______ ⚠️ I don't think here will be any triggering stuff in this, but if there is, I'll put a warning at the beginning of the chapter. ⚠️

(ongoing, unedited)Nico di Angelo is at major risk of losing his apartment, so he decides to get a roommate. For the most part, Nico didn't believe in fate. Until, for some twist of fate, he chose William Solace to fill the position of roommate. Because of that chance of fate, Nico's life changed and while Will was just the beginning, he goes through a hell of a lot more than just a barbie blonde roomie. IMPORTANT DATES started(unedited): 03/??/2018 RANKINGS 10/2/18- #3 in TOA

Place: Club. Time: 11:00 PM. Friends? No. Alone. I'm a regular, let me in. The bartender thinks I'm an addict. In a way, he's right. He's just wrong about what I'm addicted to. Or rather, who.