Capture The Flag (Azriel x Reader)
Warnings: Slight suggestiveness? No smut though!
(Wow, it's been what, a year since I last wrote? I hope you enjoy this small drabble! <3)
Summary // After losing to the Illyrian babies for the fourth time in a row, you swore to yourself that this time would be different. Strategies were made, and routes were planned, but as each of you got picked off one by one, you had to throw caution to the wind and prepare to fight dirty.
A game. That is all this was, right? Just a fun, chill, absolutely not in any way competitive game.
A gust of wind almost knocks you on your ass as a large shadow momentarily blocks out the sun, Cassian's laughter echoing across the forest.
"Nesta! Feyre!" You shout, feeling the sweat drip down your face and back as you take a sharp turn to the left. "I thought you said we would win this time?! Where is my team?"
This was the fifth time this game had been played in the last month, and the three of you had lost every single time. You had foolishly believed that this capture the flag activity could be played respectfully, the focus more on fun rather than rivalry.
A loud scream followed by Nesta using every swear word she knew proves just how wrong you were about that.
"You'll regret that, Cassian!" She shouts, hair sticking to her face as she runs past you in a near sprint. "Hold this for me!"
Before you can react, something is tossed at you, which you are barely able to catch. Your heart stalls momentarily as you realize what exactly Nesta has given you as she goes to get revenge on her mate.
"Feyre!!" You yell out, not even bothering to hide the fear in your voice as you frantically look around. In all the games before, you had never been the one to hold the flag, but you knew you had to get it to your home base. However, that would be a much simpler task if you had the protection of the High Lady of the Night Court.
Also, a Valkyrie, but by the sounds coming from a nearby clearing, she was busy fighting. Or fucking. Actually, probably both.
"Come on!" You hear Feyre's soft voice beside you, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she starts to run. "Base is just past those trees! All we have to do is-"
A whirl of mist, the smell of sea salt and citrus, and suddenly, the High Lord himself is leaning against a nearby pine. His arms are crossed over his chest, a nonchalant smirk on his lips as he looks at the two of you.
"Ah, I was just wondering where that pesky thing had gone to..." He chuckles, nodding towards the flag, which you instinctively tighten your hold on.
"No, come on, Rhys, please?" You whine, looking towards Feyre as she regards him with an icy stare.
"Do you think it would be fair of me to let you girls win based on pity?" He taunts, raising an eyebrow. "Look, you two are clearly outnumbered, so if you would just surrender-"
"Your general is off frolicking in the woods," Feyre suddenly speaks up, taking a brave step forward as she raises her chin up in defiance. "And your Spymaster is nowhere to be seen. Right now, darling, you are the one who is outnumbered."
"Is that right?" Rhysand purrs, his violet eyes now entirely on Feyre as she smirks. You roll your eyes and sigh despite the circumstances, knowing that this play is going to end much the same as Cassian and Nesta.
Unless....you look at Feyre, with her hands behind her back, and see her motion for you to run. Ah, a trap. Well, she was definitely the best bait for him, after all.
You immediately take off and run towards your home base, hearing Feyre easily intercept Rhys before he can snatch you back, and you laugh. This is it! Cassian and Rhys have both been neutralized, all you have to do is-
A long, muscled arm wraps around your torso and all but slams you into the moss-covered ground right before you can touch the finish line. You gasp, the air was stolen from your lungs, and blink up to see Azriel looming over you with mischievous eyes.
"Hi." He murmurs, voice gravely, as he examines you underneath him. "Were you heading somewhere?"
"Fuck you." You laugh breathlessly, the flag still held tightly in your fist, as he licks his lips. "You know it's not fair to camp out at the end and wait. It's plain cheating."
"Sounds like you're just jealous that you are about to lose. Again." He snarked teasingly. "Though I was surprised to see that you weren't taking the same...approaches, if you will, as Feyre and Nesta."
You feel your cheeks blush at his alluding words, suddenly very aware of the way his body was pressed against yours. It hadn't been that long since the two of you had found out you were mates, less time than that since the mating ceremony.
Actually, this game was what had pulled you guys out of your shared home to spend time with everyone. You think that is why the boys won so quickly the last few times, as within minutes of victory, Azriel was dragging you back to the house without so much as a goodbye.
"You sound disappointed, my love," You coo, pouting out your bottom lip as he grins boyishly. "I think it might be a little late, but...if you let me up and win, I can promise you more than a simple romp in the woods?"
Azriel poked his cheek with his tongue at your suggestive tone, and you could feel just how your words affected him. It was just the two of you out now as if you were in your own bubble, and it wasn't lost on him just how easy it would be to indulge each other.
"Please?" Your voice turns softer, quieter, and you know you have him hook, line, and sinker when he leans in, and his eyes flutter close. His lips ghost over yours, his scent wrapping around you in a dizzying chokehold, and you have to force yourself to fight through the fog of promises.
His fingers loosen around your wrists, his body lifts just the slightest bit, and you give him a kiss of betrayal before twisting his arm back and rolling away to freedom.
Adrenaline kicks in as you claw your way up and run as fast as you can to home base. The sound of cursing and wings flapping quickly fills your ears, and you let out a terrified shriek, jumping with all of your speed and closing your eyes as you crash to the ground.
Your mouth fills with dirt, your arms and legs scrape against twigs and rocks littered on the ground, but your hand...it's touching the giant oak by the stream. The flag still firmly grasped within.
Azriel is quick to help you up, his eyes wide with concern as he looks you over and scolds you for risking a broken arm for a game, but you barely hear him. No, all you can hear is the trumpets in the distance as you loudly whoop into the forest air.
"WE DID IT!!" You crow, throwing the flag down at Azriel's feet. "GUYS WE WON! WE BEAT THEM!"
There was no answer, of course, but you knew it, and you were proud. You turn to fully face Azriel, grinning wildly, only to see him assessing you with a dangerous glint in his eye. It made your elation quickly turn to fear as he straightened his spine and stretched out his wings, only giving you a small jerk of his chin for a signal before reaching for you.
You were quick to dodge, forgetting the crumpled flag as you laughed and took off in a different direction. It seems you would be getting your fun in the woods after all.
