Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Botw

Disclaimer, wrote this bad boy after an 8 hour graveyard shift with 0 sleep and too many hours clocked into botw. Currently at like 300+ hours on my main file lmao. Just enjoy this poorly written somewhat competent mess.
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So this was the world. Was is always going to be like this? Nature taking over long abandoned villages and homes. Evil had won for the moment. Evil creatures wandered the world doing as they please. It seems the only safe havens left are the different race's capitals. But even they are getting their fair share of monster invasions. It just wasn't good. Everyone was restless. It just felt like something bad was going to happen. A looming threat over by the fallen castle village. Long abandoned and flooded with the most aggressive monsters. A shroud of evil growing darker and bigger with each passing day.

And what of the champions? They're are so many rumours. All three disappeared after the attack. It is said that Champion Orochimaru had turned against his fellow teammates, he aided the blight that took over the world. Why? No one really knows his true motivations and there is no way to find out now. Legends say he fused with the darkness that rampaged the lands. They say Champion Tsunade is sealed with the monster that took over her home. That, or she died in her divine beast. Your grandmother said she was quite the princess. That she didn't sit around and wait for the world to end. She took action with her friends. A strong and gifted woman that was kind as she was harsh. She would have made a wonderful ruler if peace prevailed. And then there's Champion Jiraiya. He simply... disappeared. The popular theory is that he died in the battle a hundred years ago. The three strongest fighters of the land all met a tragic fate. Hope had faded from the people. It made them cold and jaded.

But a new buzz had been sweeping the different stables and among passerby travellers like yourself. A man matching the description of Jiraiya was wandering the wilds. The general description was that of an older man, tall and handsome. He bore long white hair and red markings down his face. He dresses in clothing the only tribe who would talk to him had given him. It was more natural and muted in colour rather than the brilliant white and red that made up the pallet of the tribe. With a light green for the kisode and pants. The grey shirt underneath was tightly fitted to provide a light layer of armour and the collar could be pulled up into a mask to cover the lower half of the face. Often, he wears a red cloak adorned with a hood. Most times the hood is up along with the mask to conceal his identity. He doesn't like to be seen. The small ninja village of Sheikah seemed to be the only ones that were welcoming to him. He looks to be their kin. As they bare similar physical traits. Maybe that's why they gave him a set of clothing to help him hide. They are known for being sneaky and looking out for their own.

You see... instead of welcoming this hero with open arms, the world scorned him. They rejected and blamed him. It probably wasn't even the same Jiraiya. It was over a hundred years ago. If the original still lived, he would be a fragile old man by now. This was probably a son, or grandson. A champion's descendant. Probably the last hope this world had. And yet... they despise him. It wasn't fair.

You were sitting outside, by the inn you had booked a room in. There were a couple of wooden stumps to sit on by the door. It's a nice sunny day and you want to be outside before going in for dinner. The little town you found was thriving the best it could. Surviving on the small farms that feeds the whole town. Currently, the champion's descendent was being denied a room. His hood down and face in full view to not hide who he is. Maybe he should have. There was plenty vacancy, but the woman who owned the place was practically screaming at him. She was much smaller and it would take nothing for him to intimidate her. But Jiraiya backed up as she attempted to get in his face. He didn't want to take part in the argument. She was screaming insults at him. She was causing a crowd to form. Other townsfolk were joining in on the verbal berating. He didn't breathe a word of defence. More or less, he let them do this. All the while he scans the area around him, above their heads searching for something. A way out most likely.