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dangerdangerhighvoltage · 2 years ago

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Value (MC x Nezu Jinpachi x Sanada Nobuyuki)

a little bit of jinpachi’s main route, a little bit of nobuyuki’s main route. when nobuyuki unceremoniously calls off his wedding to mc/mei, long-buried feelings and memories between her and a certain silent and stoic ninja come a-rushin’ back.

hoping it isn’t too convoluted but also sick of hitting ‘save as draft’ on this. nsfw!

“What?”

The last time Jinpachi saw Mei in this state—her breath trapped in the hollow of her throat and her chest constricted—she had just finished wrapping her bindings around her breasts, to conceal her womanhood. That was nearly a year ago at Yashiro Castle, back when they were both pretending to be other people. Back when he thought for a brief moment that he might have her to himself. Back before Nobuyuki even knew she existed.

How things had changed, Jinpachi thought bitterly as he found himself at his lord’s side in Mei’s chambers.

Tonight, it wasn’t cloth that forced the wind out of Mei’s chest, but the startling declaration Lord Nobuyuki had just unloaded on her, one that even blindsided Jinpachi: after a brief engagement, Nobuyuki was calling off his wedding to Mei.

“But Milord,” Mei began shakily in a state of shock. “You and I are to be married in a week. The festivities have practically begun.” She looked down at the extremely ornate robe she wore.

“That’s precisely why I’m informing you now,” Nobuyuki proffered, that honeyed tone that had wooed Mei in the first place still seeping forth like sap, only now, its ensnaring stickiness outweighed the sweetness. “Notifying you after our wedding would be quite the logistical predicament, wouldn’t it?” he noted, wearing his signature boyish smile.

“I don’t... I don’t understand,” Mei said, her legs feeling weak. The news hit her like a wave; his jarringly upbeat tone was rip tide, dragging her from herself.

“There’s not too much to understand, darling,” Nobuyuki shrugged.

"Have I wronged you?”

“Of course not.”

"Have I not done everything you asked of me?” she asked, her voice wavering between confusion and rage. He looked at her curiously. Nobuyuki had never seen Mei so close to losing her composure, and it made her suddenly, briefly, interesting.

“You have.”

“Was I not a faithful hostage with the Shirai?”

“You performed beautifully and exceeded my own expectations.”

“Then what changed?”

“Nothing at all, I suppose,” he said simply.

There it was. Nobuyuki needed someone valuable enough to send as a hostage, but the cunning lord didn’t want to risk sending anyone of actual value. Mei knew their betrothal was one of convenience, temporary custody of the Sanada’s worth, but she was struggling to fathom just how disposable she was. Despite gaining the admiration of his retainers and people, despite offering her life to secure the ill-fated Shirai alliance, despite Nobuyuki’s own veneration towards her, and despite consummating the marriage ahead of the wedding on more than a few occasions, he didn’t actually give a damn about her.

The future Mei imagined dissipated in front of her eyes, while Jinpachi, silently stunned by this new level of his Lord’s manipulations, dwelled on the past. When Yashiro Castle fell, he arranged for Mei to be sent to Ueda so he could keep an eye on her. So he could take his time with her. He’d never met anyone like Mei. She was the only person who understood what sacrifice really meant but managed to not be so burdened by it. It was a resilient lightness she somehow imparted into the smiles she gave him in passing, into a lingering tenderness when she dressed his wounds, into the spotted daifuku she made for him in secret. She was instantly as indispensable as air to him—and soon, to others.

When she arrived in Ueda, she instantly lit up the castle. The two of them picked up right where they left off with shy gazes and long walks at odd hours, when he wasn’t accompanying Lord Nobuyuki. But before he could figure out how to make good on what was blossoming between them, she caught the eye of Nobuyuki who knew an opportunity when he saw one.

The young lord was looking to ensure an alliance with the Shirai while staving off a barrage of annoying marriage proposals. The conveniently unattached and blindly dutiful castle maid gave him a solution to both issues. Under the unwavering watch of Jinpachi, Nobuyuki invited her on long meandering strolls about town, assailed her with the finest clothing and flattery and finally, after she graciously sidestepped his initial attempts at courtship, a categorical guarantee to keep her family in the city safe.

The security and comfort that Nobuyuki offered was not the same as what Jinpachi had already provided Mei, but what choice did she have? It’s not as if the ninja had begged her to reconsider, let alone admitted that maybe there was something more to them than smiles and dessert. It was torment for Jinpachi to be the one to fetch her when Nobuyuki called for her, but what choice did he have?

For months after Nobuyuki’s proposal, amidst endless lessons in poetry and tea service and the kind of coy chicanery that only court ladies could teach, Mei offered Jinpachi apologetic glances whenever they passed one another in the halls. But Jinpachi said nothing. Instead, he grew cold toward her, the quiet thoughtfulness she cherished becoming a dense, impenetrable solitude, until one day her eyes no longer searched for his.

“But Milord,” Mei stammered, her eyes now fruitlessly searching Nobuyuki’s face for a modicum of remorse.

“What about the silks, the feasts, the gifts you gave me?” she asked.

“You may keep those, all of it, of course,” Nobuyuki said generously.

“No, you insuffera—!” She gathered herself. Mei held her hands to her temples so tightly Jinpachi pondered if she was trying to keep her head from falling clean off her neck. “No. Was it real? Did you mean it? Did any of this mean anything to you?”

Their Lord had no need to gather himself. He was perennially gathered.

“Mei, because of you, the people of Ueda will know peace for some time to come and there is no greater meaning than that.”

It became clear to Mei that she would never receive the explanation she desperately desired. The man she was supposed to marry traded in illusion and proximities to power; the future he promised her, apparently some kind of joke.

“I knew you to be strange at times but never expected you to be so two-faced,” she said, hoping her words would cut him as deeply as he had cut her. They didn’t. He forged onward.

“Now I will speak to Father and we will see to it that our separation will not impact your reputation. You are young and beautiful and presumably fertile, so please trust you will still be able to find a more than suitable mate.”

He turned around to leave her room. Mei was enraged with Nobuyuki’s flippancy, but moreso with herself for being so stupid as to think she could actually marry the heir to the clan. For believing him when he told her she would.

“Am I so worthless?” she cried out, wincing at the pathetic sound of her own voice.

He stopped in his tracks, sighed, turning slightly with a sidelong glance to her.

“You are invaluable, Mei. You simply no longer have value to me. Now, Jinpachi will help pack your belongings so you may return home within the week.”

With a quick turn on his heel, and the snap of the shoji door shutting, he was gone and her world was utterly shattered. She stood in silence like the gaping maw of a crater moments after impact. Jinpachi didn’t move a muscle, disturbed by her lack of tears.

She yanked herself out of thought with an exhale and swallowed once more. She then looked at him, with a crestfallen smirk. Of course Jinpachi was there, she mused. Witnessing her humiliation. Why not? He was always there, wasn’t he. From the start. Even when she chose his Lord over him, he remained steadfast.

“He’s serious,” she queried, hollowly.

He nodded, not even looking in her direction.

With a resigned scoff, she stormed to the corner of her chamber and flung open a large lacquered trunk with a newfound, frenzied energy. He watched her rummage through its contents, tossing aside expensive robes and rouge pots until she found what she was looking for. She looked at him, holding up a modest jug of sake. He heaved a sigh.

She insisted he sit right beside her on the trunk like old friends as she chipped away at the drink by herself, taking graceful sips straight from the jug. The decorum of her suddenly former life still lingered.

“How did this happen?” she asked. He said nothing. “What just happened?” she asked again. He breathed slow and deep, steeling himself. He was still processing for himself. He knew their union wasn’t for love but was equally gobsmacked by Nobuyuki’s decision. Surely he wouldn’t actually toss her back to Kyoto like nothing happened? Jinpachi couldn’t fathom a world without Mei even if he’d long lost the right to know her the way he wanted to. How would he recover from her departure? How long would it take for him to revert back to the miserable shadow he was before she came along?

All these thoughts overran his mind in a violent torrent, on the verge of spilling over while she sat pretty beside him sipping her sake, completely unaware. Jinpachi figured he just had to make it one more week without completely falling apart, to see her off. But now that he thought about it, a week was a long time. He just had to make it to his room that night. Really, he just had to make it to the end of that jug of sake and he’d be safe.

“In a way,” she started slowly with a forlorn smile. “You did this to me.”

“My lady?” he coughed, the end of the jug now seeming much farther away.

“Don’t call me that” she scoffed, facing him. “I’m no one’s Lady.”

He looked to his hands.

“I came here because of you,” she began, looking for any reaction in his face. “Why did you bring me here?”

He remained silent, but his heart lurched in his chest and his face felt hot. He took the jug from her hands and took a drink to tamp back down whatever truth was trying to worm its way out of him.

He brought her to Ueda because he loved her. It was a small, rare, selfish indulgence that was immediately punished when Nobuyuki started making designs on her. Jinpachi tried to convince himself that the greatest testament of his love for Mei would be to give her a life she deserved with a man without a heart to be sure, but who would never leave her wanting. Of course the truth was, Jinpachi was too much of a coward to jeopardize the singular entitlement of his lord’s desires.

“If you had said something then, I would not have gone to him,” Mei admitted, as if knowing exactly what he couldn’t bear to hear. Still, he said nothing which she found aggravating.

“You just let him take me away,” she jabbed recklessly.

“As I recall, you went willingly,” he parried uncharacteristically. They both looked at the jug in his hands as if the sake itself had said the words.

“Now you’re talkative!” she quipped morbidly, taking the bottle and drinking from it.

They shared a desolate look before Jinpachi took the jug back from her small hands. The point was moot. She watched him take a long swig, studying his profile. He was the only unconditional person she had met since leaving home, and not a day went by that she didn’t doubt her decision to be with Nobuyuki before resolutely reminding herself it was all to protect her family.

She watched Jinpachi’s Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed the alcohol and wondered what on earth he was drinking so much over. She was the one whose life had been ruined. This time next week, she’d be back in Kyoto heartbroken and disgraced. Everything in Ueda would return to normal like nothing happened and Jinpachi could go back to giving a castle wall a run for its money or whatever he did. So what pain was he trying to dull? It suddenly dawned on her.

“You feel guilty,” she proclaimed curiously.

He shot her a hazardous look she had never seen before. The kind of look that compelled her to keep chipping away at him even as it told her to stop. She got up, standing directly in front of him, so he’d have no choice but to face her. “You knew all along,” she said with a compassionate bitterness. “You knew he would do this, that he just needed a hostage, that our marriage was all a lie. You knew everything and you handed me over to—.”

“Not everything,” he nearly whispered, his head dropped fully as he set the jug down. "I didn’t know it would come to this.” His eyes rose to hers. “I have only ever wanted to protect you, Mei. I thought he did too.”

She put her hand to his cheek, the realization still washing over her. She peered over his raven hair, the vein that divided his strong brow when he was overwhelmed, the way his vast shoulders rose and fell as he sighed.

“I forgive you, Jinpachi,” she declared finally.

“What?” He looked up at her, bewildered.

“It must have been hard for you, to love me and to serve him. You deserve forgiveness.”

He took her hand off his face, annoyed at what he believed to be unctuousness. “No, I don’t.”

“You deserve to forgive yourself,” she shrugged.

He was getting angry, though he didn’t know why. Something about her emancipated way of speaking got under his skin. She knew her place. Nobuyuki had certainly just reminded her of it. Why would she not just stay down like him?

“Who am I to forgive? I live only for Lord Nobuyuki. I owe him my life—”

"Oh stop it,” she blurted out. “I’ve seen you lift an oxcart! Are you so weak and pitiful that you must hide behind that poor excuse of a man for everything? ”

She had him cornered and he thought of what a dog might do in the same situation.

“He doesn’t own you,” she prodded. “Take responsibility for yourself, Jinpachi.”

He suddenly stood up and roughly grabbed her by the shoulders, looming over her.

“And what do you want me to say, Mei?” he demanded. “That I didn’t know? That I tried to stop him from dragging you into this inane plot of his? That I begged him? Anyone but you?”

By now he was nearly shouting. She had never heard him raise his voice, but she liked it. She swallowed her smile at his inadvertent confession as he continued.

“I didn’t! I didn’t do a damn thing, so what forgiveness is there? I didn’t fight for you. Not even once.”

“Fight for me now, Jinpachi.”

“What?” There was that hazardous look again.

“Fight for me.”

His brow helplessly furrowed, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. He felt the surprise jolt through her. He felt it in her shoulders, which he was still squeezing. He felt it in her lips as she gasped. He pulled back, holding her at arms length again. He gazed at her questioningly, worried that he completely misinterpreted her words. Before he could really ponder if she meant for him to physically start a fight with Nobuyuki on her behalf, Mei pulled him down to kiss him again.

Jinpachi had always seemed larger than life, an embodiment of silence itself, still and protective. But now, as Mei took his soft lips and trailed his muscled shoulders, she was tickled by the confirmation that he really was just a man. She felt his anguish in his kiss, his relief. She couldn’t tell if the sharp but smooth sweetness she tasted was the sake or him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in until her head was practically tilted all the way back just to reach his lips. His hands soon became as hungry as his lips, roaming the slope of her back, the softness of her sides, the curve of her ass.

Mei began to fiddle with her obi searching for some purchase amidst the array of particularly intricate knots. After all, it took two hours and three court ladies to dress her that day, a dry run of sorts for her new life. “Get this off of me,” she frustratedly muttered into Jinpachi’s lips as she desperately pulled at the ties. In a frenzied attempt to help, Jinpachi grabbed a fistful of her robe by her shoulder. As he yanked it down recklessly, he tore multiple layers of the very expensive silk, exposing Mei’s shoulder and one of her breasts.

Mei let out a brazen, joyous cackle that Jinpachi hadn’t heard since she accepted Nobuyuki’s proposal. Without missing a beat, he closed his lips over the peak of her breast and she let out a moan. She ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue swirled around her nipple. He dragged his teeth up her breast and to her neck before he parted from her again.

He got on his knees and took the hem of her robes into his hands, studying it closely. She watched him with curiosity while her fingers ran listlessly through his hair. She was unaware that it was he who had chosen the robe for her in the first place as Nobuyuki couldn’t be bothered with such a trite decision. It was Jinpachi’s secret little thrill, watching his Lord’s would-be bride walk around in the robes he had chosen for her.

He looked back up at her with a small smile. His eyes did not leave hers as he jerked apart the layers of gleaming cloth, surely worth more than years of his service, ripping the material perfectly up the center between her legs, before parting them like curtains, and reaching in to caress her legs. She leaned against him as he trailed his mouth up her thighs to the apex of her legs. He stroked her there, using his large thumb to spread her already dewy folds. He looked up just in time to watch her close her eyes, and put his mouth to her core, once again feeling her jolt from his touch.

“Ahh!” She hissed. He lathered her slit with his tongue causing her to let out a small, deep noise. He probed his tongue into her and ran it back up to her sensitive nub. He pressed two fingers into her as he kissed at her, excited by how her walls grasped his fingers when he curled them. She couldn’t help but push her hips against him and found an even deeper euphoria when she felt his brilliant lips smile against her. Her breaths became quick, and a wispy whine emanated from her lips like smoke, waning then blossoming. He dug his fingers into her ass holding her steady as he fucked her with his tongue. She came with a cry, her legs weak. She put her arm on his shoulder for support, barely noticing how frantically he was undoing his own robes. With a quick peck to her wrist, he stood up, his exposed body towering over her and his manhood at the ready. She reached for it, and as her fingers grazed it, he shuddered. She stepped toward him and kissed his chest as she ran her fingers up the long, slightly curved underside of him. Her touch felt so good that he wondered if this was part of her tutelage under those damned court ladies. It didn’t cross his mind that she had dreamed of this moment herself.

“I need you Jinpachi,” she whispered into his chest, feeling his length somehow become even harder. He grabbed her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. Her other arm curled around his neck and he lifted her up, her legs straddling his thick torso. She took hold of him and lined him up to her entrance. He nearly lost it at the sensation of her heat and wetness against the tip of him, readily drawing him in. He looked at her questioningly and she nodded, unable to bear the sensation of him so close to her core. He finally pushed in, and she gasped as he filled her. The sensation of him, the pressure, the pain, the heat was unlike anything she’d felt before.

“Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded vigorously, her mouth still agape. “Breathe,” he instructed her. He was aware she and Nobuyuki had been intimate. He was also aware his own talent surpassed Nobuyuki’s in this particular pursuit. As he felt her relax, he slowly glided out and returned to her, and she let out a sigh, already teetering on the precipice of rapture. “Fuck,” he muttered. She smiled at the realization that she’d never heard the man curse before.

His hands roamed her body, supporting her back with one, and clutching onto the meat of her soft hips under the torn robes with the other, his thumb finding solace in the supple crease of her thigh.

He slid out and back in, his cock knocking on a part of her she’d never felt before. He started thrusting faster and the cry she let out cracked through the room like lightning. She cursed back at him, truly frustrated by the pleasure and he smirked back at her. If only she had seen this look on his face before Nobuyuki asked for her hand in marriage.

“Will you say it?” she managed to spit out as his thrusting ramped up even more. Her eyes implored him. “You know what I want to hear.”

He was never one for words, typically preferring to act rather than speak. He was practically bouncing her on his length at this point, squeezing her and caressing her tenderly, hoping she would get the point. He brought his forehead to hers, slowing down. Her eyes met his, and in between pants, she uttered, “Get on the floor.”

He lowered them to the ground, slipping out of her. She pushed him on to his back with such strength, he wondered if she’d changed her mind about him altogether. He laid back, perched on his elbows as she crawled over to him. She abruptly turned away from him and straddled him, her folds enveloping him, and filled herself up with him. Facing away from him, she consumed him at a pace so brutally slow, he knew she wanted him to feel just how devastating every moment without him was. He too found it devastating.

“Mei,” he choked in torture. She trailed one hand behind her, up the ridges of his broad, muscular chest. He could barely keep it together. He needed to see her face. “I love you,” he finally professed hoarsely. She turned and looked down at him with a knowing smile and started thrusting harder on him. He pulled her down on him. With her back to his chest, he thrusted into her hard. “I’ve always loved you,” he gasped into her ear. “Oh fuck,” she blurted out, unable to stave off her orgasm. “If he's to send you away, he will have to pry you from my hands.” He hugged her to him as he fucked her until he could feel her clamping down on him, nearly wailing. It was too much for him to bear and he reached his own climax, crying her name. She slowly turned to the side, pulling off of him, and gazed down at him. “Was that so difficult, my love?” she said slyly. It didn’t occur to him until after his confession that perhaps Mei had picked up a thing or two from Nobuyuki about coaxing what she wanted out of others. He sat up quickly and kissed her, if only to keep her from teasing him further, but as she relented to him, he found himself needing her again.

For his part, Nobuyuki had almost made it to his father’s chambers on the other side of the castle before realizing he forgot to ask Mei to return his late mother’s hairpin, a treasured token he’d let the girl mind for the duration of their brief engagement. He turned around, mulling over his strategy of breaking the news to his father. As he got closer to the room of his no-longer-betrothed, lost in thought, he noticed his heart was thumping madly. He stopped in his tracks, barely registering a different kind of thumping sound, and brought his hand to his chest.

He rounded the corner and the sound only got louder. He stood outside the doors of Mei’s chambers and moved to hold his ear up to the door when he heard Mei let out an unmistakeable cry of pleasure. Absolutely floored, Nobuyuki could not believe his luck. He knew his father and brother would protest his canceling the wedding as they both came to cherish the kitchen girl, but now her betrayal was the perfect justification. He would spare Jinpachi as a victim of the woman’s seduction. Unlike his brother, Nobuyuki was not fond of bloodshed and lived by the philosophy that no one was more useful to him dead than alive. The poor ninja’s own unyielding sense of guilt would guarantee an even more total submission to him. And the girl would be allowed to return home, never to speak of her time at Ueda again. Who would believe her anyway? Nobuyuki could not have schemed a better outcome himself.

He silently slid Mei’s door open, delighted to find the man he trusted his life with on the floor thrusting into the peasant cook. Jinpachi was sitting up on the ground and Mei was on his lap facing him. They were still mostly clothed, and they fucked with abandon. Nobuyuki was a perplexed by scene playing out and the clear passion and affection the two had for one another. After ruling out the possibility that these two may have been fucking behind his back the entire time, Nobuyuki quickly deduced that perhaps he had intruded on something back when he first decided to court Mei.

Nobuyuki was surprised that neither seemed to notice him at all and suddenly felt embarrassed that he had interrupted something. The pleasure he expected to derive from happening upon such a serendipitous betrayal was usurped a different kind of pleasure altogether, which was confusing.

Frankly, he’d never seen Mei like this: beastly, in utter disarray, and absolutely magnificent. Her elaborate silk kimono—had he given her that?— was ripped and her exposed breast bounced with the rhythm that Jinpachi pounded into her. He suddenly found himself deeply unsettled to realize that after a season-long engagement, perhaps he did have feelings for Mei after all as evidenced by the equally unsettling hardness he felt growing between his legs. Even more jarringly, when Nobuyuki laid eyes on Jinpachi, he found he could not take them off of him. Nobuyuki’s eyes bore into Jinpachi’s back, resplendent, flexed, and damp with sweat. The man’s endurance was impressive. Hells, it’s always the quiet ones, Nobuyuki thought to himself. In a weird way, Nobuyuki was proud of Jinpachi for finally thinking of himself for once, present circumstances notwithstanding. But it was Jinpachi’s worship of Mei’s body, the tenderness he showed her even as he looked like he was about to break her left Nobuyuki faced with the sobering reality that he was utterly and pathetically lonely.

A lifetime of meticulous diplomatic coersion, of strategizing every interaction, of treating everyone around him like Go stones had suddenly been rendered irrelevant. Nobuyuki had never questioned the ninja’s loyalty to him, but now questioned if Jinpachi’s steadfast dedication to him wasn’t a form of love.

Nobuyuki watched as Jinpachi brought his hand between Mei’s legs, eliciting both a sharp cry and a languid thrust from her. Nobuyuki palmed at his own member as if the woman had rolled her divine hips on him. As Jinpachi bent forward to take her breast into his mouth apparently hell bent on pleasuring Mei every possible way he could, Nobuyuki imagined what her pert nipples would feel like under his tongue, between his lips, between his teeth. Would she find clarity in his touch and reach for him through the cloud of pleasure Jinpachi was surely giving her? Would she bless him with the pleasure of denying her? Could it be an act of love?

She threw her head back as Jinpachi barreled into her, finally beginning to lose his cool as his climax built. She whined as her orgasm crept from her core to the peaks of her breasts to her throat, nearly squeezing the life from her until finally releasing.

“Jin!” she trilled, a sound so melodious Nobuyuki closed his eyes in awe, finding his own deliverance. “I’m! I’m—”

She never finished the sentence as she convulsed around Jinpachi in unbearable pleasure, her silkiness squeezing him tightly and sending him over the edge with a strangled gasp. When they finally came down, the two looked at each other, suddenly sheepish as they smiled, savoring the serenity.

“Well that was quite a performance you two,” Nobuyuki interrupted.

Mei and Nobuyuki immediately scrambled apart in abject horror.

“No no no,” Nobuyuki sneered, basking in his ambush and the glow of his own climax. “No need to get up on my account.” He ambled over to a table, where, among Mei’s other jewelry, his own mother’s hair pin had been reverently placed. He picked it up and walked back over to the other two. His beloved guardian sat on his knees with his head down, stoic as ever. Jinpachi’s robe was harriedly but loosely retied. Mei, meanwhile, shuddered as she amusingly held her torn robe closed with one hand, her head also bowed. Her other hand was outstretched on the floor, held gallantly by Jinpachi.

Nobuyuki sat on his knees across from them looking at their clasped hands.

“Perhaps I was wrong,” he cooed, genuinely apologetic. He reached his hand out, and one by one lifted both their chins so they would meet his eyes. They were naturally baffled by his action and the palpable nervousness that emanated from him. He put his hand on Jinpachi’s shoulder and gave it a firm, loving squeeze. Jinpachi pondered the gesture, possibly beginning to understand. Nobuyuki then looked to Mei, gently brushed her unkempt hair, and placed his mother’s pin in it. He gazed at her with a look of remorse and adoration. This incredible woman, in her heartbreak, called him strange. She had no idea. He placed his hand on theirs.

“Maybe,” he said tentatively with something akin to love in his voice. He gazed into Mei’s eyes. “There is some value in you yet.”

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sparkle-twink · 2 years ago

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SLBP Write-up Masterlist

Do you love Samurai Love Ballad Party but wish you could read more of the official content?

Did you miss a story event of your favourite character, or just want to reread their content without using your precious love passes so you can get their voice right for a fanfiction?

Well, do I have the masterlist for YOU!

Under the cut is a stupidly long post of about 2 years of my collecting story events, main stories and various special bits, all written up in Google Docs and now open to your wonderful eyeballs. Some notes are also there if you care, if not just click some links and enjoy, send this to someone who might find it useful and/or check out my fanfics (sparkletwink on AO3) if you want to support the ridiculous amount of effort I put into it. Thank you.

Mid-way through my SLBP play I’d started writing a load of fanfic for it and wanted references, so started this collection with the vague intention of eventually sharing it with anyone who might have missed old story events, or for having to enjoy when the servers eventually go down. I don’t write up everyone any more, because it takes a LONG time, so I’m sorry if any of your faves are missing.

If you have any epilogues that you’d like to donate free free to send me a link and I’ll tack them on when I have time. An asterisk in the title of the Doc means I have the epilogue but haven’t written it up yet.

[Ep] refers to a story event including its epilogue, [POV Ep] includes an epilogue from the lord/ninja’s point of view. My MC is called Arekkusu Yuri. I adjust the spellings to British English for my own sanity (sorry ‘Murica) and fix any obvious errors in the writing, but leave any indecipherable nonsense from confusing translation. However, if you notice any mistakes other than that, just leave a comment in Docs to let me know.

(Note: I won’t be giving trigger warnings for questionable behaviour from the characters because I just don’t have the brainpower to check every single story for potential triggers. If you’re in the fandom you probably already know the writing can get dark, e.g. abusive/controlling relationships, death of loved ones, lack of informed consent, unchecked mental illness. Go into anything you read carefully and don’t hurt yourself for the sake of a dumb story.)

NOW. LET THE LIST BEGIN.

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Nobunaga

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Divine Ending)

Event Stories

Anarchy of the Divine

Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace

Heat Wave

Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss

Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain

Noble Hearts Exposed

The Promises of Stormbound Lovers

Tributes of the Divine Bride

Mitsuhide

Event Stories

Anarchy of the Divine

Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain

My Love was the Summer

Noble Hearts Exposed

Tributes of the Divine Bride

Young Love for the Festival of Dolls

Yukimura

Permanent

Main Story [Act 2]

Main Story [Act 2] (Fates Ending)

Event Stories

Anarchy of the Divine

Heat Wave

Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain

My Love was the Summer

Noble Hearts Exposed

The Promises of Stormbound Lovers

Tributes of the Divine Bride

Young Love for the Festival of Dolls

Saizo

Special

Birthday stories

Event Stories

Anarchy of the Divine [POV Ep]

Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace

Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss

Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain

Noble Hearts Exposed [POV Ep]

The Promises of Stormbound Lovers

Tributes of the Divine Bride

Masamune

Event Stories

Anarchy of the Divine

Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss

Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain

Noble Hearts Exposed

The Promises of Stormbound Lovers

Tributes of the Divine Bride [POV Ep]

Kojuro

Event Stories

Anarchy of the Divine

Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace

Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss

Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain

Noble Hearts Exposed

Tributes of the Divine Bride

Hideyoshi

Event Stories

Blossoms Borne of Sorrow

Celebrations of the Divine Bride

Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire

Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace

Heat Wave

Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss

Secrets of Desire

The Lovers of Nagahama

Toshiie

Event Stories

Blossoms Borne of Sorrow

Celebrations of the Divine Bride

Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire

Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss

My Love was the Summer

Secrets of Desire [Ep]

Ieyasu

Permanent

Main Story [Act 2]

Main Story [Act 2] (Exalted Ending)

Event Stories

Blossoms Borne of Sorrow

Celebrations of the Divine Bride [POV Ep]

Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire

Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace

Secrets of Desire

The Misrule of the Broken

Young Love for the Festival of Dolls

Mitsunari

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Divine Ending)

Event Stories

Blossoms Borne of Sorrow

Celebrations of the Divine Bride

Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire

Heat Wave

Secrets of Desire [Ep]

The Lovers of Nagahama [Ep]

The Misrule of the Broken

The Vows of Stormbound Lovers

Young Love for the Festival of Dolls

Kenshin

Permanent

Main Story [Unification]

Main Story: [Unification] (Divine Lover Ending)

Main Story [Unification] (Noble Hero Ending)

Special

Kenshin Interview

Event Stories

Claim Me at Last

Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire [POV Ep]

Celebrations of the Divine Bride

Blossoms Borne of Sorrow

Secrets of Desire [Ep]

The Vows of Stormbound Lovers

Young Love for the Festival of Dolls

Shingen

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Destiny Ending)

Event Stories

Blossoms Borne of Sorrow

Celebrations of the Divine Bride

Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire [POV Ep]

Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace

Heat Wave

Secrets of Desire

The Misrule of the Broken

The Vows of Stormbound Lovers

Young Love for the Festival of Dolls

Nobuyuki

Special

Birthday stories

Shigezane

Event Stories

Heat Wave

Kageie

There’s nothing here. :(

Jinpachi

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Divine Ending)

Event Stories

Hearts as Tranquil as Sunlight Rain

Sakuya

Event Stories

Along Moonlit Paths; In Love’s Embrace

How to Love a Ninja

Longing for Moonlight

Of Snow and Moonbeams

Secrets of the Heart [Ep]

Sins of Eventide

Sasuke

Event Stories

Along Moonlit Paths; In Love’s Embrace

How to Love a Ninja

Of Snow and Moonbeams

Secrets of the Heart

The Moon’s Holy Kiss

Yearning for Moonlight

Hanzo

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Light Ending)

Main Story [Act 1] (Shadow Ending)

Special

Birthday stories

Event Stories

Along Moonlit Paths; Where Shadows Lie

Closely Guarded Secrets

Consummate Moonlight

How to Cherish a Ninja [Ep]

Moonbright Tales

Of Steam and Moonbeams

Tempted by the Moon

The Moon’s Holy Kiss

Upon a Moonlit Night [Ep]

Yearning for Moonlight

Genya

Event Stories

Closely Guarded Secrets

Consummate Moonlight

How to Cherish a Ninja

Moonbright Tales

Of Steam and Moonbeams

The Moon’s Holy Kiss

Yearning for Moonlight

Hotaru

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Light Ending)

Special

Birthday stories

Event Stories

Along Moonlit Paths; In Love’s Embrace [Ep] [POV Ep]

Consummate Moonlight

How to Love a Ninja [Ep]

Longing for Moonlight [Ep]

Of Snow and Moonbeams

Secrets of the Heart [Ep]

Sins of Eventide [Ep]

Tempted by the Moon

Kyoichiro

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1] (Light Ending)

Event Stories

Closely Guarded Secrets

How to Cherish a Ninja

Of Steam and Moonbeams

Sins of Eventide

Yearning for Moonlight

Kaede

Event Stories

Closely Guarded Secrets

How to Cherish a Ninja

Longing for Moonlight

Shima

Permanent

Main Story [Act 1]

Main Story [Act 1] (Light Ending)

Event Stories

Of Steam and Moonbeams

The Moon’s Holy Kiss

Yoshitsugu

Special

Innocent Hearts; Hidden Encounters

Event Stories

Hearts as Tranquil as Sunlight Rain [Ep]

The Lovers of Nagahama [Ep]

Kanetsugu

Special

Innocent Hearts; Hidden Encounters

Masanori

Event Stories

The Lovers of Nagahama

Kansuke

Event Stories

Hearts as Tranquil as Sunlight Rain

Split Routes

Event Stories

Finding Love on Paths Divided

Ieyasu/Kiyohiro [Ep]

Kenshin/Kanetsugu [Ep]

Nobuyuki/Jinpachi

Love’s First Kiss

Yukimura/Saizo

Masamune/Kojuro

Nobunaga/Mitsuhide

Oh Brother!

Kanetsugu/Yoshichi

Masamune/Kojirou

Toshiie/Toshihisa

Yukimura/Nobuyuki

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