Protagshipping Stories

Akira Kurusu is forced to move schools... again. Except this was more for family reasons. As awkward as he was he didn't think at all that he'd survive the year but guess he might of thought wrong. Nor did he expect he'd... well... fall for some one too. - • Based on RolePlays that Happened • • So if this Fanfic sounds like a RolePlay in a way then you know why •

One shots about shipping the protagonists of Persona 3, 4, and 5. My writing here sucks ass except for the latest upd8 which sucks a little less. No, I'm not continuing this anymore. Have fun looking at horrible, old writing of mine.

Minato Arisato was sad he couldn't keep that promise.

When Kaede is trapped in a nightmare where Shuichi stands against her, how will she escape it? *** "Shu....ichi..." I was breathing heavily. This was not Shuichi at all. Shuichi lowered his hat so that he couldn't see me. "You'll be okay, Kaede," he muttered over and over. *** FINALLY COMPLETED

Warning: Contains Persona 3 and 4 spoilers! Also no smut. Somewhat a protagshipping fan fiction. Souji couldn't count how many bookcases there were. It seemed to spiral onward for all of eternity, just like mankind's complicated history. It was ethereal, yet at the same time ominous. His mind thought about what his companion said previously. This was the boy's reality, the preserver and overseer of human potential. Slender fingers move towards a book on top of the table, brushing over the spine with engraved letters of gold. The boy was definitely not used to human contact. How long was he here? "...You've failed, haven't you?" he bluntly questioned. ---------------------------------- Or if you want a better explanation: I get philosophical and write about life, death, dreams, science, and questions about our existence while I have writer's block. It's pretty deep indeed... Disclaimer: I do not own the artwork for the cover. Credit goes to the artist!

*Written when I first started writing! I am much better now. I cringe so much when I see this. AKA Feel the Flow. "Love isn't measured by distance or how long. It's measured by your heart and the sincerity of it." - Minato and Souji Highly inspired by Write Me an Endless Song by @smolminato over at AO3 (Archive of Our Own). After reading that fan fiction a few months ago, I finally have time to write something that I sort of promised? Well, here it is. I am so sorry for being protagshipping trash. It's a guilty ship I know. Summary: Minato and Souji meet at a convention hosted by youtube for music makers/vloggers. There they begin to date each other. Follow these two as they balance their academics, career, and with each other in this ride of their life. For Day 1 of #protagshippingweek [March 21st to 27th] Disclaimer: I do not own the cover art or characters. I thank the artist of the cover for creating a wonderful piece of artwork. All character rights go toward Atlus and its creators.

When Souji encounters a boy with blue hair near a cherry blossom tree, he felt an odd connection with him ever since that moment. That led him into numerous situations he would rather not be in and he can only think, "Just what is that boy?" This story will center around the two protagonists of Persona 3 and 4. Fan fiction was highly inspired after playing Persona Q (It was fun) and there will be spoilers! If you don't want to be spoiled, I recommend you go play the games first before reading this. If not then, hope you like this fan fiction of mine! Book One of the Miracle series. Features -Combining both universes (Characters and certain locations) -Same sex relationships (boy x boy, girl x girl, and boy x girl relationships all piled up in here~!) -Bear puns (At least when Teddie comes up) -Using manga names (Er, not for Teddie. Mainly because I prefer Teddie to Kuma.) I don't own any of these characters! Atlus is the creator and bless them because they are an amazing video game company!

Crossposted on A03, sequel to Sweet as Honey - Minato has died, and everybody remembered the night of the typhoon. Narukami wants Minato back.