Things that the requester requested: A moment of panic for Jiraiya the morning of the wedding as he reflects on life expectancy. Naruto wrote his own wedding speech. He still cockblocks... or attempts too. Honeymoon baby!
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For once, Naruto actually woke up early because he was so excited. His auntie and favourite pervert are getting hitched! He woke up to the sound of water and heavy breathing. Which wasn't exactly a welcoming sound. The hype was certainly squished when he entered the bathroom and Jiraiya looked petrified. The poor man had even cut himself while shaving. What does he do when the groom looks so scared? There's not much he can do. The apartment was empty for the most part. They spent a majority of the 'bachelor party' moving everything to the new house. He had to drag a love drunk Jiraiya back to the apartment to not spoil anything for the next day. Jiraiya seemed fine then. He was stumbling around and squished Naruto into a hug while blabbing on about how excited he was to get married."I... I'm fine." Jiraiya said as he stared at himself in the mirror.
Naruto grabbed your fiancé by the back of the arm and dragged him to the bedroom. The only thing that's left in the house is the old mattresses. Yours has enough stains on it that Naruto really doesn't want to think about. He used some toilet paper to put pressure on the cut. Jiraiya took over and held the paper against his face.
"Am I doing the right thing?" He asked quietly.
Naruto tilted his head in question. "What do you mean, Pervy Sage?"
"I uh... should I be marrying her?" Jiraiya asked more of himself than anyone else. He slumped down, feeling tired from the idea. He's been overthinking for like six hours now. The moment he got into bed, his brain wouldn't shut off and he stared at the ceiling as his brain worked at double the speed to review his buried doubts. He used his free hand to rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Fuck it's not fair. She's so young... what am I doing?"
Jiraiya feels as if he's taken every step he could. He retired from the military to live a peaceful life. He's taking steps to stop smoking and cutting his drinking back. Anything that might give him a few more years. But the fact is that time still feels like it's against him. You are so much younger. And he's so old. He's already over the hill and you aren't even on it. He should have just let you go. Let you be happy with someone else to spare you the pain of being with him for what feels like such little time. But he loves you so much! He feels like he's going crazy just from being away from you. He feels incomplete and weird. Like he had felt when he left for two years.
A hard whack to his forehead got his attention. He looked at Naruto in offence. Did... did Naruto just hit him? That little shit! Naruto is standing in fronting of him with arms crossed and a firm frown.
"What the heck, Pervy Sage?!" Naruto was greatly displeased. He whacked Jiraiya around to drive home the point. Maybe if he hits the old dude around in the head enough, some sense may return to it. "I thought you loved auntie! You can't get cold feet! I won't let you break her heart like that!"
"Ow! Ow I do love her!" Jiraiya retaliated. He caught Naruto's hand and frowned at him. "I just... What if I'm wrong? I don't want to... to..." He sighed and rubbed his eyes again. "I don't want to put her through anymore pain. I'm old... so much could go wrong."
"You aren't that old!" Naruto scoffed at the idea. "You're happy aren't you?"
"Yes..."
"And I know you make her happy!" Naruto beamed a smile. "I know I gave you a hard time at first, but I know you and auntie are good for each other. Practically perfect! This is the happiest I've seen both of you! Without a doubt this'll go great!"
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