Requests - Persona 3

[wilderthan]

To celebrate the fact that I beat Persona 3 FES, I'm going to open requests for P3-specific stuff. I'd like to start writing for this game, because it's awesome. I'm currently going through again to get all the social links, so I only know the main characters and I haven't done Mitsuru, Fuuka or Aigis' social link paths, only Yukari's, so bear with me on that. If I can't write for your request, I'll let you know. But I've done all the main storyline of "The Journey" (not "The Answer").

So, ask away. Gen, het, slash, femmeslash, smut, kink... gogogo. I probably won't say no. Ask for a couple of things, if you like.

Comments

[lassarina]

Mitsuru/Yukari. anything. seriously. I think I am the only person on the entire Internet that *likes* Yukari.

if that doesn't work, Mitsu/Aki, elementplay.

[calliopepurple.livejournal.com]

I like Yukari!

[lassarina]

Oh yay there are more people like me.

I just get so tired of seeing so many people hating on Yukari. Yes, she's kind of whiny and shallow, but she's interesting.

Mitsuru/Yukari

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

The fit is awkward at first -- the two, together. Mitsuru is taller, a strange mix of inexperienced and sure, like nothing she does could ever come out wrong. Yukari doesn't think she means to come out that way, at least not all the time, but she does, anyway. Her kiss is dry, academic, her lips smooth and cool; Yukari tips her head up and deepens it and thinks of fairytale romance and soap operas, and wonders where they fit. Maybe they don't fit, shouldn't, but -- Mitsuru is beautiful, Mitsuru's easy confidence has its own allure, and Yukari has seen her tested, thrown into the deep end, and she knows that right now there's almost nowhere she'd rather be.

Mitsuru's hair curls around her fingers easily, sleek and soft. "Was that alright?" Yukari asks, a flutter in her stomach. Mitsuru tilts her head, considers the question.

"Yes," she says, and then, more uncertainly, "I think so?"

Yukari has to smile. "We should practice," she suggests. "Practice makes perfect."

"I believe that's a cliché, Takeba," Mitsuru says, still oddly cool and aloof even though Yukari can feel her, feel the warmth of her, the softness of her breasts, a strange vulnerability. She's never thought of Mitsuru as soft, before.

"Yukari," she says, "Yukari, if we're going to keep kissing."

"Yukari," Mitsuru says, tasting it. "I think I'd like that."

Re: Mitsuru/Yukari

[lassarina]

*flail*

I love the detail of their names, and YES. yes yes yes. prrrrrr. ♥

Re: Mitsuru/Yukari

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

Hee. I'm glad that came out right: I felt like I had to feel my way as much as they did!

Mitsuru/Akihiko

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

The rush of adrenaline is simultaneous with the pain, the ice lancing into him, brief and sharp and horribly bright. Akihiko gasps, spinning round to face whatever threat this is, his fists ready. Mitsuru stands there, her face a mask of control. She raises an eyebrow at him.

"Akihiko," she says, smoothly. "I had noticed your weakness before, but this is... interesting."

"You..."

"Yes. A simple low level ice spell, Akihiko. Enough to get your attention."

"I've been trying to train myself out of my weakness," Akihiko mumbles, turning away again. The rush of ice this time isn't entirely unexpected, lancing him through and making him drop to his knees, shaking. Mitsuru comes closer, and it's like another shock of ice when she slides her fingers into his hair and takes a grip.

"I'll help you," she suggests, and she actually leans down so that her lips brush Akihiko's ear. When she casts again, Akihiko is ready for it, and somehow with her hand there, her body so close even though she's barely touching him, the pain turns sweet; the soft throb of it when the spell finishes is something more like pleasure.

"Mitsuru -- " he says, choked.

"I thought so," she says, and he listens for it this time, waits for it. This time, he's not surprised by the rush of pain, he's ready for it, tensed, and it runs through him like wildfire. The only thing that keeps him from falling forward is Mitsuru's hand in his hair, and he finds himself wishing she would use it to wrench his head back -- another burst of sharp pain, another spike of adrenaline and want -- and --

He cries out aloud at the next burst of ice. Close to him, without even turning to look, he can feel Mitsuru's smile.

Re: Mitsuru/Akihiko

[lassarina]

*rolls*

*purrs*

mmmmmmmm. Yes. ♥