Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Guiding Light[GN]

Request. Gn reader gets pulled out of their emotionally dead anbu life by Jiraiya who was a childhood friend.

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Now usually, getting called into the Hokage's office is akin to being sent to the principal. It's a dreaded task that usually spells out trouble. Jiraiya knows he's not in trouble. And now that the place is under new management, he ain't so dreading to head in.

The disapproving smile on Tsunade's face at him bursting in unannounced is always worth it. Especially when she's doing something she's not supposed to. Like drinking on the job.

"I thought you were Shizune." She said with a relieved sigh.

"What gave me away?" He jokingly asks as he sauntered in and found the perfect corner on her side of the desk to sit on.

"The loud heavy stepping. Honestly how do you infiltrate so many places stomping around like an elephant?"

"Usually my charms and dashing good looks."

She rolls her eyes. She offered him the bottle she had snuck into her office. He takes it and has a drink.

"So why did ya call me in? Miss me that much?" Jiraiya asks.

"In your dreams. I have a tricky assignment for you." She replied. She was surprisingly down to business. She began to pick through the files on her desk. "I want you to be fully informed before I ask anything of you."

"Sounds serious."

"It is."

Tsunade found the file she was looking for and plucked it from the pile. She swivelled in her chair to face him and held it out. Jiraiya took it from her with a cautionary glance to her face. He frowns when she didn't give anything away with her neutral tone. Unable to come to any guesses as to what this file details, he opens it.

The bottle he was holding slips from his grasp. It clatters to the floor as his companion didn't feel the need to save it. It was almost empty anyways. His shock was apparent. Eyes wide and searching every inch of the page. Specifically the picture placed so casually in the papers as if it wasn't monumental.

"I thought they... died? How?" He asks softly.

But the answer was right there on the paper. Recruited into Roots. You were snatched up by that fiend Danzo when you were young. Looking at you now... you hardly changed. Still cute. It's a shame your face is always covered by a mask.

A pang of bitter nostalgia fills him. All these years he thought you were gone. The time he spent mourning someone he thought he lost was many. In his youth, Jiraiya and you were close. When you suddenly disappeared and no one would tell him why, he assumed it was because you died and no one wanted to say it. To die so young is a tragedy. To be an elite of this nature is almost just as tragic.

"What are you planning?" He asks as he mindlessly moved his finger over your portrait. He always found you pretty. It's a shame he never got to say it.

"Maybe it's a foolish goal but.. I want to disband the Roots." Tsunade replied.

"Disband?" Jiraiya asks another question. He looked away from the file to lock eyes with her. "How on earth do you plan on doing that?"

"By getting eyes on the inside. The only file I managed to get was theirs. If they remember you then maybe..."

"You want me to sway them? Yeesh. I'm charming but not a miracle worker."

"Don't sell yourself short."

"They've been in Roots for over half their life. What makes you think they can see passed all that fucked up brainwashing they do?"