#im actually s supporting yuri on my current bl play as myleth

[indigowallbreaker]

for the kiss prompt, could you do #4 for (post timeskip) yuri x m!byleth? :)

(think this is the first one from Byleth’s pov? took a while to get to this point lol also thank you for your support! i always see you in my notifications~)

4: Awkward kiss

Byleth pointed his training sword at Yuri’s throat. Despite having just landed flat on his back, Yuri smirked up at Byleth, barely out of breath. “Much as I hate losing, I could get use to this angle, friend.”

All their sparing sessions seemed to turn out this way. Byleth won each and every time, but Yuri always had something to say. Something that would fluster Byleth internally and try to crack his stoic expression. He never gave Yuri the satisfaction.

Byleth stepped away, turning his back on Yuri completely. “I win. Get some lunch.”

“Not even a helping hand up? You wound me.”

Ignoring him, Byleth replaced his sword on the weapon rack and left the training grounds. The image of Yuri-- hair disheveled, trickster outfit askew and flecked with dirt, cocky smile aimed up the broad side of Byleth’s sword-- was sitting at the forefront of his mind and awaiting the proper attention. 

Byleth let out a sigh, which caused a few passersby to give him a wide berth. Such a display was rare from the army’s leader. Why was Yuri the one to elect these emotions from him? Why did he try? Did he just like messing with everyone or was Byleth a favored toy?

Every time Byleth tried to think logically on it the image of Yuri, defeated but grinning, came to mind and distracted him. The comments, the teasing, the way Yuri said ‘friend’ as if he meant a different word...

It took a loop around Garreg Mach for Byleth to form a plan. He refused to be the only one flustered and frustrated. Time to give Yuri a taste of his own medicine. 

Byleth marched into the dining hall like he was leading troops. Some people turned, expecting serious news, but turned away again once they saw his expression and who it was aimed at. Yuri was still at a table, plate empty and talking to Constance and Alois. Unaware.

Without breaking his stride, Byleth marched over. He grabbed Yuri by the shoulder, turned him around, and kissed him. 

Byleth pulled back almost immediately. There was something sticky on Yuri’s lips and crumbs were now stuck to the corners of Byleth’s mouth. It was then he noticed Yuri holding some kind of confection in his hand. The table went silent as Alois and Constance stared. Yuri himself got over his shock rather quickly and let out a laugh. “If you wanted to try some all you had to do was ask, friend.”

“Be quiet,” Byleth said, rubbing the honey and sugar off his lips. Constance and Alois were laughing now. Blushing was something that happened to other people but Byleth felt his face grow warm anyway. Plan failed. It was tempting to use a Pulse. 

“May I ask what that was about?” Yuri pressed, that cocky smirk back in full force. He held Byleth’s gaze as he took another slow bite of the treat. Honey oozed from the corner of his lip and he quirked an eyebrow.

Byleth didn’t answer. He turned and stalked out of the hall again, mentally begging the Empire to attack the monetary so he could win back some dignity. 

(Give me all the kiss prompts, i want them all)