Warning for Jiraiya getting harmed. Orochimaru acting sus.

Currently, it was the middle of the night. You had shaken Jiraiya awake. He whined and groaned as you dragged him out of bed. Even louder did he bitch when you threw his clothes at him before taking him outside. The cold yucky outside. It's bleak and brown. It's gross out and he's a little mad about it.

"It's the first snow!" You insisted.

He just raised a brow in doubt. Are you crazy? There hasn't been a lick of snow all winter. The sky is dark with clouds, sure, but it's clear of any flakes.

"Babe... it's not going to snow." Jiraiya was a tad grumpy. He gestured to the sky. "It's never going to! We're going to have a gross ugly brown holiday sea-!" A delicate white flake landed on his nose. He looks up at the sky. More white flakes are floating down from the sky. "Son..." He finished quietly.

Jiraiya stared at you. Wo... wow. You are just... wow. Your power goes beyond just controlling the water on the ground. You can predict weather too! You can do so much. He's seen you do so much. He knew of the less peaceful nature of your power... but he wished it was only the peaceful dance he's seen you preform and nothing more. Oh yes, he's seen the deadly potential of your powers. He still blames himself since he pushed you to go.

The mission he took you on went badly. You took Tsunade's place in the team formation for your healing ability and your loving supportive boyfriend wanted you to get some experience. You never been outside the village borders! You were excited. You trusted your team to protect you. But it didn't end up going that way. There was an ambush waiting at the border shared with the Land of Rain. Jiraiya was hurt and dazed, but he remembered what happened so clearly.

He was slumped against a tree. Blood blurring his vision as the gash on his head bled heavily. The nasty head injury had left him disoriented. He was trying desperately to regain his senses. The world keep tilting back and forth in his vision as he squinted. He was trying hard to focus on what was ahead. You. You were ahead. You stood guard in front of him to protect him until he was back on his feet. Orochimaru was engaged with one of the three people who had launched the attack. You stood stiffly. You kept looking back to Jiraiya with worry. He was bleeding badly and you hated to see him hurt. Something in you snapped. The need to protect the person you love was too strong.

Jiraiya watched in growing horror. You shot your hands out towards one of the enemy ninja. Their body contorted in pain. They screamed in absolute agony as their limbs bent beyond their control. You were controlling them. Your years of medical knowledge came to use. You knew every muscle, vein, organ, and bone. You manipulated the water in the human body to bend to your will. You've done it before to heal. But it was a deadly force when used as an attack. It was unnatural and horrible. It looked ripped out of a horror movie. As their body twitched and writhed in an attempt to resist your control. You were in a dramatic stance. Arms in an ark. One above your head with your fingers spread out and curled into hooks. The other out in front of you with your hand turned to the sky with fingers pointed out. Each finger did something different. Your palms did separate commands from your fingers. You were twisting this person's body with the slightest move of your hand. With a flick of the wrist you could probably rip a human up from the inside out.

Everyone was frozen at the display of your power. All of them watching you show exactly what you are capable of. You are the direct descendent of Tobirama Senju. And you had just reminded the world of that. You are a force of nature that shouldn't be reckoned with. It's like challenging a title wave while only in a small row boat in the middle of a raging sea. It didn't suit you. Yes, you have an amazing power. It should never be used in anger. Jiraiya likes it when your water style jutsu was like a tranquil pool or hot spring. It reflected you best as a calm body of water that was easy to sink into and healed the body's deepest aches. Where it was warm and comfortable. The type of pool that was fine to jump in from the get go. Not this cold tirade of ice water that seemed to latch onto the very bone and kills all with hypothermia. And once the cold had taken it's toll, a rush of waves would hammer the heads of those who dared challenge it and leave them all to drown but an inch below the surface.

Jiraiya fought the vertigo and exhaustion. He was dizzy and uneasy on his feet. But he had to get to you. He didn't like seeing you like this. The anger you felt was so strong that the rain that the enemy ninja had casted was suspended. You were so strong you were overtaking the elemental jutsu of someone else. It's powerful, scary, and terrifying. These things don't reflect the woman he loves. You are too compassionate for battle. Anyone who harms the people you love must fall. While he loves your big heart, you shouldn't compromise your nature and morality just because he got hurt. He ran to you and squished you in a hug from behind.

"Stop it... please." He weakly begged. This wasn't you. This isn't his soft spoken loving girlfriend. This isn't like the gentle soul he fell in love with.

The poor ninja whose body you were torturing relaxed. You had dropped your stance. They laid in a bloody heap on the ground and you stared for a long time. You burst into tears and clung onto Jiraiya for comfort. He gladly gave it to you. He hugged and kissed you. He banished your tears by wiping them away. It was all going to be okay.

"I just wanted to protect you!" You sobbed.

"I know, baby, I know. There's nothing wrong with that." Jiraiya spoke lovingly to you. He petted your head and kissed you. He exchanged a look with Orochimaru, who was boring holes into your back with his intense gaze.

It's been two months since then. You were scared to go on any more missions. You liked your quiet life as a medic. You liked staying in the hospital and helping people with your powers. You don't want to hurt people. And the person you want to take care of most, was Jiraiya. He had a concussion because you failed to protect him. Although, he kindly reminds you that you forced a man into involuntary yoga because you were so mad he was hurt. It was never your fault, he always told you that.

You love him so much. You did everything you could to take care of him. He was on medical leave until his concussion symptoms had passed. It was honestly really nice to have Jiraiya home all the time. You'd come home from your hospital shift to your happy housebound boyfriend. He made you meals and greeted you at the door with a 'honey, you're home' before squeezing you in a hug. In his opinion, the concussion wasn't so bad since he got to stay home all day. For once, his life was pretty relaxed. He sat around in his underwear all day. He wrote several pages of dribbling thoughts a day out of boredom. He learned how to make food from one of the cooking books you had. It was so rewarding to make something and have it turn out good. He was a full on bachelor before this and didn't know how to cook for shit. It felt good to have his beautiful woman came home everyday ready to give him attention and eat the food he made.

Speaking of his beautiful woman, Jiraiya smiles happily as he watches you. This is how he likes to see you. Content. Gorgeous. Your eyes on the dark sky as you watch the flakes come down. You look mythical in the snow. It's like you summoned it yourself. You belong among the flakes as they reflect your personality. They are gentle. They sparkle even in the dimmest of lights, catching the smallest ray and reflecting it like white gemstones. They fly around freely and without care, unbothered by what was around them. So few people truly see their unique beauty unless they take the time to catch one and look closely at what a fragile but beautifully designed thing nature had crafted. The rare beauty of the snow... yes that fits you.

The timing just felt right. You have been dating Jiraiya for over a year. It was going well. Very well! Jiraiya was a great partner. He was supportive and affectionate. He helped you with training and encouraged you to try new things with it. You have exchanged the 'I love you's and spent nights talking about the future. Where you learned he wanted at least three children. This was meant to be. You're meant to be his. And he's meant to be yours...

Plus... there was something that was bothering Jiraiya. He loves you and expresses that clearly to you and his friends. Yet ever since the mission, Orochimaru has been acting... weird. The man was blatantly hitting on you with Jiraiya in the room and in ear shot. You didn't tell your dear boyfriend for a month because you didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But he caught on quickly. It hurt. He didn't like seeing his friend hitting on his girlfriend. Then when he brings it up, to have said friend behave like an ass. Orochimaru was tapping into the inner narcissist and claimed he was way better than Jiraiya. And that there was still a chance, since you're only dating Jiraiya. It's not like you're married. You didn't like it. Jiraiya really didn't like it. Especially since Orochimaru only became interesting in you when you displayed the deadly power you had. It felt like you only became beautiful and useful to him because you had something to offer to potential offspring. You assured Orochimaru that any potential offspring you were having was going to be with Jiraiya. Because Jiraiya noticed you when no one else did. He loved you for you.

You never wanted it to happen, but you drove a wedge between the two men as Orochimaru continues to hit on you and Jiraiya was pissed at him. They often argued about it. Orochimaru never believed that Jiraiya was really in love. Which turned into a yelling match as Jiraiya viciously arguing with his teammate about you. It was so frustrating. Especially since Orochimaru would simply smile in disbelief and confidence that he still had a fair chance to get you. It was time to take the next step. And prove to everyone Jiraiya was deeply in love. Because he is. And maybe you'll stopped being harassed by his friend. Although, 'friend' was beginning to sound like a stretch. He feels offended that someone would so brazenly hit on his girlfriend and expect him to be a doormat about it. And he's willing to accept an apology or cut someone out of his life. He loves you. He's committed and would want nothing more than to call you his wife. No one else would be a better partner to you. This whole situation was the extra motivation he needed to pop the question.

A call of your name caught your attention. You turn around. Your eyes widen. Jiraiya was down on one knee. He was looking at you with a soft smile. A light blush was on his cheeks. He looked nice in the falling snow. It matched his hair. You can see the small flakes on his white hair like a lace overlay. There were some resting on his eye laches. A small laugh moves his shoulders and his breath was now visible as it came out with a puff.

"I... don't have a ring yet." Jiraiya admitted. He can't stop smiling. This just feels right. "But I can't wait any longer. I love you. I want to marry you. I want to spend my whole life with you... Do you want that?"

Oh... wow. You sink to your knees before him. This came sooner than you thought it would. You hold him tightly. You kiss him passionately. Of course you'd marry him! There's nothing else in the world you would want more.

"Is that a yes?" He asked.

"Yes! Yes I want to marry you!" You laugh. You're just so happy!

Oh thank god! A flood of relief washed over Jiraiya. While he had no doubts, he was still nervous to ask. It's just one of those taboo things. Asking such a big life changing question is bound to make most people nervous. He held you and showered you in kisses. You giggle under all of his affection. You try to return them but you miss most of them and cover his cheeks with kisses. He grabbed the back of your neck and held you in place. This kiss was deeper. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of it. It felt good. You can't stop giggling. Even against his lips your laughing because of the mix of happiness and nerves.

"I love you!" You exclaim.

"I love you too!" Jiraiya returns. He picked you up. He stood up with you in his arms. "Looks like we got something to celebrate!"

"Oh?" You question. You raise a brow. "How do you plan to do that? You're still on a light activity order."

"Sex isn't heavy activity!"

"Yes it is."

"Not if you're on top!"

You shake your head. Jiraiya is such a goof. He takes you back inside. He tosses you on the bed and crawls on beside you. He whines when you check the stitches in his head rather than kiss him. You peck your fiancé's forehead and tell him to go to bed. Eventually, Jiraiya does settle down and falls asleep. He tried to heckle you a little and teased you by kissing your neck. It didn't last long, he was tired. You pet his head to help him asleep. He's smiling as he drifts into unconsciousness. You're going to marry this man. This man... the one love of your life. The person who noticed you when no one else did. Jiraiya... Your Jiraiya for life. Your soon to be husband and father to your children. You close your eyes but you are too excited to rest easy. You can't stop thinking of the future. And what a fun future it will be!