Protector - Niragi x f!reader
A/N: This is my first post, and it’s not very good but I just needed to write something up to get a start to my blog 😄 Also I want to make it clear I don’t support Niragi’s actions towards Usagi and I don’t defend what he did either, I hate him for it but unfortunately he’s fine and I have many fanfic ideas for him 😔 Oh and also forgive me that this is quite unrealistic.
TW: use of y/n lmao, death, cursing
Y/n glared at the ecstatic man in the crowd of people, him not quite blending in. He had straight grown out black hair, in a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had various piercings decorating his face and wore a long-sleeved black and white giraffe print shirt, paired with black leather pants. His face constantly wore a teasing and smug expression. Y/n was leaning against a wall in the far end of the large and crowded room.
Her eyes peered as he taunted beach citizens, drowning in power. The rifle slung across his shoulder served as a threat, a reminder that he was untouchable, to anyone who dared to question the fact. He stuck his tongue out, getting uncomfortably close to anyone he pleased. He took pleasure in seeing them squirm in fear the moment he approached them.
As he continued his usual irritating behaviour, Y/n couldn’t help but acknowledge the way he made her feel. The flutter in her stomach and light blush that spread across her cheeks. The urge that took over her to always keep him in her sight. He was reckless, she didn’t know why she felt responsible for ensuring nothing bad happened to him, that he didn’t irk the wrong person. She never interacted with him, despite eye contact across the room or meaningless flirty comments as she walked past him.
He was a militant, a young but dangerous one. He had no filter and no care in the world. The beach was intended to be a utopia for everyone, but it seemed like it was extraordinary for Niragi. It seemed this was where he thrived best, his vile and true self being accepted, or allowed at least. Nobody around to stop or tame him. Y/n was one of the few female militants, but that didn’t mean for her to be underestimated. She was unreadable, and expressionless. Nobody could get into her heart or mind, well, that’s what everyone thought.
Y/n’s attention was brought back to the crowd in front of her, when she noticed people were suspiciously whispering and shuffling. She clutched her gun and pushed herself slightly off the wall, trying to figure out what was happening. Then, she looked at Niragi’s oblivious and playful manner. For some reason, that sight gave her the impression he was going to fall victim to whatever the people were scheming.
As if her mind was read, a group of men suddenly jumped him. They used their limbs to knock him down, dropping Niragi roughly on his stomach. He resisted and attempted to use his gun, but they crushed his fingers and forced him to lose grip.”You fuckers, I’m gonna fucking kill you all,” Niragi threatened, venom heard in his voice. “Holy shit, we got him. We can finally kill Niragi, nobody in this room could give a shit about him.” A man putting all his weight on Niragi’s back spoke. Niragi was violently squirming and trying to get out of their grip, but there were too many of them. He was enraged at the feeling of helplessness, it was a feeling far too familiar.
Just as a man snatched Niragi’s rifle off the ground and began navigating how to use it, gun shots echoed through the room. Y/n appeared, forcing herself through the crowd and without hesitance shooting a bullet through the man holding the rifle's skull. His body became limp against the velvet red carpet, his blood seeping into it. Gasps stretched throughout the room and the man holding Niragi down made a knowing expression before also being shot dead.
Y/n had a blank expression, aiming her gun at the other men, in a threatening manner. They raised their hands in the air and crawled back, clearly uninterested in going near Niragi and more focussed on not facing the very same fate as their acquaintances. Niragi had an in-awe look painted on his face as he stared at her. He gave a smirk, flashing a portion of his teeth, as he got back up and took hold of his rifle.
Y/n began to speak, “Death to all traitors, that rule extends to attempting to harm an executive.” She glanced at Niragi who was already staring back, attempting to mask the relief she felt deep down, seeing him alive. She couldn’t explain why she saved the psychopath facing her at that moment. Couldn’t explain why she cared. She tried to play it off as following the rules, but the look on his face made it clear he was not thinking that. He was smirking and the bright lights in the room reflected off his sharp and dark eyes, causing a glimmer to appear. Did she just make a grave mistake, and gotten herself involved with someone as unpredictable and manic as him?
All the citizens in the room obediently nodded, eyes meeting the ground as they collectively thought back to the image of the two men being shot dead. People started to leave the room, Y/n remained standing in the centre of the room, with a deadpan expression, looking at the ground.
“It appears I’ve got a protector.” Niragi mumbled under his breath, making sure she heard and chuckling after delivering his statement. He strolled away, lightly whistling while simultaneously continuing to wear his cold facade.
A/N: Thank you if you read to this point, and please feel free to either give advice to improve my writing or recommendations on who I should write with whatever prompt. If this post gets any attention I’ll make a list of what or who I’m willing to write about.