Solangelo One Shots

Fire & Ice

This one-shot is based on this writing prompt I found on Pinterest (above). Sorry for the lack of update last week. WARNING: Random weird references ahead, including Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, and weirdly, the Bill of Rights. (I know I'm weird- I have a test coming up soon).

 I adjusted my black goggles, making sure they were secure around my face. Grabbing my harmless (mostly) cold gun, I raced out the door, slamming it shut. I was late.

It wasn't so easy to be the strongest villain on the planet. Nobody knew my real identity, so I lived a pretty normal life. Except for at night, of course. I never thought my life would turn out this way- Nico di Angelo by day, and the greatest supervillain, Freeze, by night. But I loved every second of it.

I quickly jumped atop the roof of my apartment building, trusting my high-tech goggles to scan the area around me. A familiar form was clear to me through my thermal sensing goggles. He was always warmer than any other human, probably because he had fire powers.

Will Solace was the reason I was a villain. He was one of the strongest heroes in the city, but he was the most famous one. Will was known best for catching me every night and turning me in to the authorities. Little did he know, I escaped them the moment he turned his back.

He turned his face in my direction, and I knew that he had seen me. I shifted my head in the other direction, pretending not to notice that he had discovered me. He leaped across the rooftops, coming closer and closer to me. I felt no fear. I never did. I knew I was much more powerful than him, and that I would come to no harm. Even if I did, it would all be for him.

I loved being his rival. Actually, I loved much more than that. I loved him. Maybe it was stupid that I was in love with my enemy, a man who I had barely spoken to, my complete opposite. I was ice and he was fire. How much more cliche could that be?

He landed with barely a sound onto my rooftop. I wasn't even in the mood to put up a little bit of a fight. Of course, I would never hurt him. I would rather die than do that.

"Freeze," he murmured, flames dancing on his palms. "Escaped again?"

I made no move to reply and instead turned around to face him. He made no effort to conceal his identity- why should he? He had nothing to hide. Will embodied everything good in the world- light, happiness, warmth, Of course he was adored by the public. Even I had fallen for it.

"You never say a word to me," he remarked, grabbing power resistant handcuffs from his jacket pocket. "I've fought you for the past year, and I don't even know what your voice sounds like."

I held out my wrists, bracing myself for his warm touch, which always made me blush uncontrollably. He didn't know that the reason why I never spoke to him was that I was too shy to actually speak to my crush. Interacting with him on a daily basis was already so much for me. He looped the handcuffs around my wrists, wrongly believing that they could actually restrain my hands from moving.

"Do you actually need me to take you to the police station at this point?" Will asked, sarcasm lacing his voice. "Haven't you been there every day for the past year and a half?"

He expected no answer, so he just jumped off the roof, with me in tow. Will knew I was too powerful to let myself die like that. I created a soft mound of snow to soften our landing, and Will immediately shivered when he made contact with it,

"Every time," he grumbled, shaking the snow off his head. "But thanks, I guess."

He chattered the whole way to the police station, which was only three blocks away. I happily listened to him ranting about why he didn't move to Florida already since it was so cold in New York. We were used to this one-sided conversation since Will was a naturally talkative person.