Summary: It's late. You're getting ready for bed and your boyfriend is getting impatient...
Pairing: Keisuke Baji X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 318
Warning: N/A
Masterlist
It was late. Keisuke was already in bed and you were finishing up your night routine in the bathroom. He was starting to get impatient, if the sighs and whines from the bed were anything to go by. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, imagining the pout on his face as he waited for you. He always complained that you spent too long in the bathroom. But it was always worth the wait.
After making sure your face was clean, you finally left the bathroom to see Keisuke pouting like a child. His arms were folded over his chest and his bottom lip was jutting out. Your heart thudded in your chest as you chuckled. Looking at you, he flopped out like a starfish with a dramatic sigh.
“FINALLY you’re done.” He exclaimed. “You take forever, you know?”
Nodding, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before crawling into bed. “I know, I know. You tell me that every night.”
“Well it’s true.” He whined as he pulled you into his arms.
This was the last part of your nightly routine. Right before falling asleep, you and Keisuke would cuddle each other, wishing to see the other in their dreams. It was the perfect way to end everyday and you wouldn’t change it even if you could.
“You still love me though.” You shot back, softly booping his nose.
He scrunched his nose up cutely before answering, “Yeah, I guess I do.”
Pretending to be offended, you scoffed. “You guess?”
Pulling you closer, he nuzzled next to your ear, whispering, “Of course I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world.”
“I love you more than anything else in the universe.” You mumbled back.
He hummed in response before murmuring, “I hope to see you in my dreams, lovely.”
You nodded, closing your eyes. “I hope to see you in my dreams too.”
Summary: If you look at him a certain way, Keisuke kind of looks like a vampire. Which means your boyfriend looks like a sexy vampire. How interesting...
Pairing: Keisuke Baji X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluff Drabble
Word Count: 404
Warning: A couple of innuendos
Masterlist
“You know, you kind of look like a vampire.”
Keisuke looked at you like you were crazy. “What are you talking about?”
“For starters, you have a lot of blood lust for an average human, your hair is very vampire-like, and your eyes almost glow red when you fight.” You counted off. “Hence, you are a vampire.”
“Okay, how can hair be considered vampire-like? It’s just long, that’s all.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a vampire.”
You shook your head. “Sounds exactly like something a vampire would say.”
Keisuke threw one of his pillows at you. “It does not!”
A laugh escaped you. “I’m sorry, but you are now and forever will be a vampire to me.”
“You watch way too many cheesy vampire romance movies.” He muttered.
It didn’t take a genius to know he was pouting right now. That just made you laugh harder before kissing the top of his head. “Aw, don’t be sad! There’s nothing wrong with being a vampire!”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“Well, vampires are very fast and very strong and…” You leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “...they’re very, very, very sexy.”
Keisuke practically shivered at your words. “O-oh?”
“Yeah. They’re all ripped and mysterious, which is insanely attractive.” You almost swooned at the very thought. “Seriously, vampires are the hottest things known to man, and you look exactly like one! So I have my very own sexy vampire boyfriend.”
He shook his head as your fingers lightly traced his jaw. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
You shrugged. “Maybe I am, but there is one way we can test if you’re a vampire or not.”
Keisuke looked scared but still asked nonetheless. “What’s that?”
“You could always bite me on the neck.”
Instantly he was on his feet and shaking his head frantically. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Let’s not do that! My mom would kill me if she caught me making out with someone in my room! I will not be tempted by your seduction!”
It was your turn to pout now, as you mumbled, “You’re no fun.”
He gave a small whine. “I don’t exactly trust you right now.”
Your pout turned into a sinister grin. “You don’t have to trust me. Just kiss me, that’s all.”
“Okay…umph!” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled your boyfriend into a searing kiss.
He sat in front of the mirror, brushes and makeup spread out on the vanity’s table top. A photo of the man Keisuke was meant to make himself appear sat angled against the mirror’s edge. A nice shot of the old man. No pipes, no smiles. Every line of his face as it had been easily noticed for Keisuke to mimic.
Yes, he was ordered to disguise himself as Tachibana Tobei. The one who assisted the first six Riders in their quests to fight Great Leader. He never met Tachibana personally Yes I have. He was so kind. I’m sorry pops. I’m sorryi’msorryi’msorry but that was alright. He knew enough about the kind of person he was to get the role right.
Keisuke took hold of his bottle of foundation, one that would suitably give him a base tone closer to that of Tachibana, and worked it out. He knew exactly how to contour his face, how to make convincing age lines. He knew how to style the wig that would be placed over his hair and how to make it look as though it was naturally his.
Please don’t do this! We can still stop please! Pops deserves better!
The kaizorg did not lie to Great Leader when he said he could disguise himself well. He’d had to when he was younger in order to avoid his father at times. He’d gotten very good at making himself look like another person. So good, that if you put himself next to the one he modeled himself after, you wouldn’t be able to distinguish them.
He made quick work with the makeup. Everything looking exactly as it should. The smile on his face did not suit the fatherly face that he now wore. it was cold and proud. The smile was twisted and full of the malicious intent that went into the reasons behind even going through this.
After all, these are his orders and the Riders wouldn’t be able to see through the disguise. Keisuke was sure that of that. They’ll notice. I hope they notice. Maybethey’llkillmemaybei’llfinallybestopped--
Keisuke tilted his head, inspecting his handiwork for a moment, making sure there was no flaw to be seen. There couldn’t even be a single hair that was out of place. Otherwise that Rider 1 would be sure to notice. He always seemed more perceptive than the others. He would have to be most careful about Amazon, should he encounter him, though. That Rider, in particular, had a more instinctual sense about those around him.
don’tmakemedothisdon’tmakemedeceivethemandwatchthembreak. Please slip up so they’ll notice. PLEASE!
He stood up and grabbed the blazer hanging on the hook nearby. He put it on, buttoning it exactly as Tachibana would have. He practiced emotional responses and listened to the voice samples they had on file. It didn’t take long before Keisuke sounded just like he had in the past. He also appeared somehow shorter than his actual height after all was said and done.
Keisuke was, after all, very good at disguising himself. And he was ready to share his skills with the Riders.
Oh, what information he would gather for Great Leader while dressed as Tachibana Tobei.
Water trickled down from the ceiling. Wires sparked as wires dangled from the once functioning machinery. Keisuke found his limbs bound by those wires. Electricity coursed through his body, weakening him, burning him, preventing him from acting. Despite the pain, he could still see what transpired.
The Riders, multifaceted eyes alight with the power within their cybernetic bodies, stared down the lone figure on the dais. Great Leader, the man behind every organization including Keisuke’s own, stood tall. His lips curled in a sneer.
The Riders attacked, somehow overpowering the man he followed. Keisuke heard the sickening snaps of bones as each attack found their mark. It was impossible. Great Leader was stronger than all his enemies. Keisuke yelled soundlessly as he watched his Commander’s body fall.
Denial seeped into his bones as he slumped against the machinery. He willed Great Leader to move, to rise up and crush his enemies.
He laid still where he fell. Blood pooled around him. The Riders turned and fixed those devilish eyes on Keisuke.
His scream woke him from the dream. His eyes opened to darkness before they adjusted for the lack of light. His breath was ragged and shallow. He slowly sat up in his bed, covering his mouth with one hand. He had to calm his hammering heart. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.
Keisuke tried to ignore the small feeling of relief from watching Great Leader fall to G.O.D.’s enemies.
The thought he was only a tool came into his head more frequently in recent years. When he first had it, Keisuke had dismissed it. He was a valued member of G.O.D. An enforcer and executioner as Apollo Geist's right hand had been the majority of his life.
The kaizorg didn't understand why, then, the more he looked at his superior, the more he felt he was being used. He didn't understand the swell of rage that accompanied it either. The way his chest would contract and his breathing would become erratic confused him once the feelings passed. They would often disappear as soon as they arrived.
It wasn't until he looked in the mirror one day and touched the scar on his shoulder that he understood. There was a memory of a day that sprang in his mind so vividly: the aftermath of a hard battle so many years ago.
Keisuke had been beaten. He struggled to rise to his feet only for the victor to kick him back down. He saw the barrel of a gun pointed at his face and felt a foot pin him down.
He knew that gun, he realized. That was the Apollo Shot. Keisuke's face paled and he gasped as he felt the phantom pain of the bullet biting into his shoulder. He slapped a hand over the scar and buckled over the sink. He swallowed air as quickly as he could, trying to hold back the urge to vomit.
The Rider had been Geist's enemy. He'd been shot by the one person he trusted his life with. The man he had thought gave him a place among like people when he was so lost. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up on shaky knees.
Keisuke's first thought was that he needed to get away. He needed to learn more about what he was like before that memory. He couldn't let Geist know, but if he ran, he'd be hunted down. Chills went down his spine as he realized he'd be marked as a traitor for running.
Apollo Geist would hunt him down and finish the job from so long ago. Kill him first.
Keisuke stumbled back from the mirror and shook his head. What on earth was he thinking?
Keisuke awoke strapped to an operating table. The steel restraints were cold against his bare chest and arms. They were tight around his ankles. His shoulder and legs throbbed where the bullets had hit him. They still hadn't healed over. Not much time must have passed, he thought.
He turned his head as much as he could. G.O.D. scientists moved around him, some taking notes, others adjusting dials. "He's awake," said Apollo Geist directly behind his head.
He tilted his head back and looked up at the man. "Apollo Geist," he said.
Keisuke pushed against the restraints. Apollo Geist chuckled. He leaned over, placing two fingers directly against the bullet wound on the Rider's shoulder, pressing down. Keisuke tightened his jaw. His back arched as much as allowed. He held back a cry of pain.
"Keisuke," said Apollo. "Do you know why you're still alive?"
The kaizorg didn't answer him.
"It's because I saw a reason to keep you alive," he said.
Keisuke narrowed his eyes. A reason to keep him alive? He opened his mouth and closed it before he could ask what the man had in store for him. He was sure he didn't want to hear the answer.
Apollo grinned at the RIder's silence and gestured to the G.O.D. scientists.
Keisuke watched as one brought a device that looked like a helmet not unlike the one the Rider wore while transformed. It was black in its entirety. It shined beneath the bright lights. There were wires connected to the sides and Keisuke could only guess what the purpose of the helmet was.
Whatever it was for, he was sure it wasn't good.
He shook his head as the scientist approached. "No," he whispered and then said it again louder as the helmet covered his his head. He couldn't see through what should have been the visor.
The scientist worked around the helmet, making necessary adjustments on the device. When he stood straight, he nodded to Apollo Geist and ordered the helmet to be activated.
Keisuke's body tensed as sound and images assaulted him through the helmet's mechanisms. He curled and uncurled his hands. and strugged against his restraints. He found he couldn't close his eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. Everything flashed by too fast to process.
The onslaught disoriented him minutes after it started. His breathing became erratic. He wanted to get the helmet off, no, he needed, it off. He couldn't move his hands. His throat felt raw and he realized he'd been screaming. He couldn't even hear it over the deafening sound.
Apollo left the room as Keisuke screamed. He grinned as he left the scientists to their work. Their estimate was a few days wearing the helmet before he would be willing to be molded into Apollo's right hand. He hoped it would be a challenge forcing the Rider to his side.
((Goodness I want to expand the evil au a lot hahaha. i'mevilautrashbtw so if anyone's interested in doing a thread with evil!Keisuke feel free to like this and I could work on a starter.))
