[Drabble] Replacement
Title: Replacement
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandoms: Tales of the Abyss, Tales of Vesperia
Type: Video Games
Characters/Pairing: Yuri Lowell/Luke fon Fabre
Word Count: 309
Genre: General, Crossover
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Yuri tries to convince Luke that he isn't Asch's replacement.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of the Abyss/Tales of Vesperia nor the characters, just borrowing them from Namco Bandai for a little while.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #08 - Criss Cross Apple Sauce (Phase 8)
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“There’s something about you, Luke,” Yuri offered the swordsman a cup of wine, “Sorry about the dishware. I’m sure it’s an eyesore for a noble such as yourself.” He flopped down into his chair, straddling it as he leaned forward against the back, draping his arms out slowly drinking from his glass.
Luke made a snort, taking a long swig of wine, licking his lips as he set the near empty cup on the table, “Eh, I don't mind, really.” He gave a shrug of his shoulder, the long red hair falling over his shoulder, catching Yuri's attention as he watched him over the top of his cup. “Honestly, I'm not much of a noble. Hell, I'm just Asch's... replacement.”
The strained note of his voice made Yuri set his glass aside, rising from his chair as he did so, “Luke,” Yuri mumbled, closing the short distance between them quickly, taking a firm hold of the red-head's chin, turning it up to face him. Brilliant green eyes stared back at him, only making the smile turn his lips a little more, “You are no one's replacement.”
His words were sincere, cutting Luke's protest off as he leaned down, slanting his lips against his, kissing him with such ferocity and determination to get his point across. His touch turned tender, as he caressed his cheek, before pulling away, his ever present smirk in place, “You're here in this world now and there is no one here that you think you are replacing.”
Luke's gaze was blank before he gave a curt nod, “Maybe you're right.”
“And we're going to believe that I'm right?” Yuri raised a slender brow, hand on his hip.
With a snort, Luke grabbed his cup of wine, “Ehh, I'll let you think that.”
Yuri shook his head, “Just what I expected from a noble like you.”