Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Till Death

Nothing too sexy...
Warning: Canon death of Jiraiya. Death of the reader. Depictions of blood and injury.

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The vow of till death do us part was always one that always seemed... superficial. Something someone has to promise to their spouse when they marry. It's simply part of the process. Surely it's just a formality.

Yet in a world like this, one with conflict and people who hold great power, lots of spouses lose their other half. There's lots of widows in this world of shinobi. It's a problem no one wants to talk about. It's a problem you didn't want to face. Mourning over the one you love most isn't how you wish to spend your days. It's why you insisted on coming.

More than anything in this cold world, you love your husband. For over half your life you have been with Jiraiya. While this world could be so bleak he made it better. The warmth and comfort he offers not just to you but others makes everything better. It's one of his many qualities that people often miss.

How could you send him off to fight a fight like this by himself? You love him. It would be too hard to watch him go on to fight a hopeless fight and simply stand by. No matter how much it hurt, you'll fight by his side until the end. It seems that end is now.

You no longer squirm. There's no point. You cannot escape. Too much blood has been lost. Too many things are broken or fractured. You are in the merciless hands of the enemy. There's only one conclusion this fight will come to. There is honour in dying for someone you love.

Beaten down and pinned, Jiraiya is begging on your behalf. He's bleeding. He's no doubt in pain, but he didn't care. You can't move. Or escape. You sit on your hands and knees, exhausted and barely holding onto life. He can't stand to see it. He didn't want to see it. Maybe if he yelled loud enough you'll be spared.

"Please! It's me you want! Don't touch her!" Jiraiya is frantic. He's weak and barely holding on as well, but he didn't care. "Let her live!"

If you could speak, you would. You'd hush him. What's the point in begging? Pain has no empathy. The four people around you care not for your love's wishes. No matter how he pleads for your life. Only one of the paths holds you from behind. His cold hand gripping your head like a vice. The main one, one Jiraiya did recognize and once cared for, was standing in the middle. The other two were holding back your husband as he grew more frantic and panicked. His distress was clear. He cared not of his image or saving face in front of the enemy. You are about to be killed and he can't stay calm.

The main Pain lacked emotion. There's not even a whisper of empathy in him. He cared not for his teacher's begging. Killing you will cause pain. Sensei deserves pain. That was clear even if his face was vacant. There's hate there even if the man is good at concealing how he feels.

Your tired eyes raise to your reaper. Pain was now facing you. Ignoring the louder more distressed pleas of Jiraiya to leave you alone. He's struggling hard in the grasps of his captors. The little strength he was holding onto was being ill spent on his emotionally fuelled need to try. His arms are pinned behind him but he's trying to desperately to break them free. No matter how his bones crunch under the inhuman strength of the puppet like creatures holding him hostage. It didn't matter how it hurt. You are more important. For you he'd withstand the worst torture so long as you are spared.

Pain didn't even flinch when Jiraiya tried to kick him. Anything to gain his attention or anger him so you don't fall. That's all Jiraiya wanted. That was clear. But the more he showed how much he cared and fought to fight for your life, the more he only revealed how much he loved you. That love is his downfall. His greatest weakness but his greatest strength. For if you fall what does he have left to fight for?