Final fantasy x reader one shots

angeal

Steel and Spirits

In the heart of the bustling city of Midgar, amidst the clang of steel and the hum of machinery, Angeal Hewley, the disciplined SOLDIER known for his unwavering resolve and sense of duty, found himself engaged in a rigorous training session. Beside him stood the reader, a fellow SOLDIER whose skill and determination matched his own, their camaraderie forged through countless battles and shared experiences.

As they sparred in the training arena, their movements fluid and precise, a playful banter filled the air, punctuated by laughter and the occasional clang of metal meeting metal. Angeal's stoic facade melted away in the presence of the reader, his usual seriousness replaced by a rare spark of amusement.

"You're getting better," he remarked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he parried the reader's blows. "But don't think for a moment that you can best me."

The reader grinned, their eyes shining with mischief as they countered Angeal's attacks with skillful precision. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," they teased, their voice laced with playful defiance. "But I'll give you a run for your money, that's for sure."

As the training session drew to a close, Angeal and the reader found themselves breathless and exhilarated, their bodies buzzing with adrenaline. With a shared glance and a silent understanding, they decided to continue their conversation over drinks at a nearby bar, eager to unwind after a long day of training.

The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of lively chatter. Angeal and the reader found a secluded corner away from the crowd, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from the jukebox.

As they sipped their drinks and exchanged stories of past missions and close calls, a palpable tension simmered between them, their gazes lingering a little longer than necessary, their touches lingering a little softer than before.

Angeal leaned in closer, his voice low and husky as he spoke, his breath warm against the reader's ear. "You know," he murmured, his eyes smoldering with intensity, "I've always admired your strength and determination. It's... intoxicating."

The reader's heart skipped a beat, their cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and excitement. With a boldness born of liquid courage, they reached out and traced a finger along Angeal's jawline, their touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"I could say the same about you," they whispered, their voice barely above a breath. "You're like a force of nature, Angeal. Strong, steady, and utterly captivating."

And in that moment, as they leaned in closer, their lips inches apart and their hearts pounding in unison, they knew that their connection went beyond mere camaraderie. For in each other's presence, they had found something rare and precious: a bond that transcended the chaos of their world, a love that burned brighter than any flame.