Thinking about being a citizen in the anime "mr villains day off"
Like imagine getting a part time job at the convenience store and quickly taking notice of the tall dark scary man that comes in daily, just to find out hes a total softie for pandas and sweets?
He comes in almost daily buying different tasty treats, and eyeing the panda bun, yet never once buying it.
Imagine how cute he'd be if you saved one for him on the day they stop making them, inviting him out to check out this latte art place that does pandas out of foam, together, as friends.
He ignores the friend part cause pandas.
as time goes on and you see more and more of eachother, you begin messaging and hanging out on both of your days off, going as far as having sleepovers (passing out after staying up late watching panda videos and compilations) and even showing him how to make pork buns at home.
Life is simple and sweet together, just chilling as friends, unsuspecting that your dear friend warumono san is the general of the alien villain organization that fights everyday to end humanity.
Not that he'd let you know on his own accord though he's not exactly keeping it a secret either, after all, once this planet is destroyed in the name of his home world, he'll make sure to preserve the pandas, the convenience store and you...
If that ever happens, as he's found himself in another early trap...
You.
Earlier he had come home from his "work", smelling of dust, smoke and a faint waft of something strangely metallic.
You had been relaxing in his home when he came through the door, it had become a common occurrence after forgetting your things in his house too often.
Without thinking you opened your arms for him to crash into, not actually expecting him to, yet he did.
His crushing weight knocked the wind out of you before carefully positioning yourselves so that he laid on your thighs, going back to your phone as you combed your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face.
"The hero rangers stopped another villain attack" you read the headline of the article aloud, the front page showed red ranger in the middle of getting hit by the generals tail, where his face, was just out of shot.
Meanwhile warumono couldnt be bothered as your soothing fingers quickly drifted him off to sleep.
AINT NO WAY I FOUND SOMEONE WILLING TO WRITE FOR MR. VILLANS DAY OFF🥹🥹🥹 INSTANT FOLLOW. I dont even know what to request if they are still open. I'm thinking how the first time spending the night in Warumono sans apartment would go. And like waking up togeather like the episode when he was too cold to get out of bed. He's so cute (female or Gender nutural if possoble)
Hope you like this little fic. I wrote it in my break.
Coffee filled the apartment long before the day truly began. The hum of the machine purring into the silent apartment, not even the roads were awake yet with weekend shoppers. The aroma drifted lazily from the small kitchen, winding through the hallway and into the living room, settling into the soft fabric of the sofa and the curtains that framed the broad window overlooking the quiet street below. It mingled with the faint scent of clean laundry drying near the balcony door and the earthy fragrance of the potted plants arranged with surprising care along the windowsill. The apartment still carried that lived-in warmth unique to shared spaces; a folded blanket left over the arm of the sofa, a mug abandoned from the previous evening beside a stack of magazines, and a pair of slippers sitting haphazardly near the bedroom door where someone had kicked them off without a second thought.
Outside, autumn had only just arrived. The trees lining the street had begun surrendering their green leaves one by one, replacing them with scattered shades of amber and crimson. Normally the season still carried traces of summer warmth, but today the wind had teeth. It chased brittle leaves along the pavement, rattled the panda pots Warumono had beguilingly placed outside, muttering they were ‘too cute’ to offend with the unseasonal cold. Every so often a stronger gust sent another flurry of leaves spiralling through the air before scattering them across the empty road, where they scraped softly against the tarmac.
The apartment windows had misted over from the cold. Tiny droplets clung to the glass where warmth from inside met the biting chill beyond, slowly sliding downward in uneven trails.
You stood beside one of them with a warm mug cradled between your hands, watching your breath briefly cloud the glass before disappearing. The ceramic radiated comforting heat into your fingers, chasing away the lingering chill that had settled there the moment you'd climbed out of bed. You leaned lightly against the window frame, content for a few quiet moments to simply watch the sleepy world beyond.
The first sip was almost impossibly comforting. Rich, warm and just bitter enough to wake you properly. It had been a long six months, the fact you had stayed the night at your boyfriend's apartment itself was a relatively new concept. Add in he was an alien lizard hell bent on destroying the earth…well that itself was…difficult.
It still felt strange sometimes, waking up somewhere that had slowly become familiar despite how absurd the circumstances were. The apartment no longer felt like somewhere you were visiting. Your toothbrush sat beside his in the bathroom. A cardigan you'd forgotten weeks ago now permanently occupied the back of one of his dining chairs. Somewhere in the kitchen cupboard, your favourite tea had mysteriously appeared alongside his coffee without either of you ever really acknowledging when that happened.
Your eyes wandered toward the bedroom.
The duvet had become an oddly shaped hill in the middle of the mattress. A small tuft of black curls escaped from the edge of the blanket, untidy and impossibly soft-looking, the only indication that the apartment's other occupant still existed somewhere underneath several carefully layered blankets. One foot had somehow managed to remain entirely buried beneath the duvet despite the obvious twisting and turning that must have happened overnight, the blankets wrapped around him like a carefully constructed cocoon.
You took another sip before wandering toward the bedroom.
The room was noticeably cooler than the kitchen. Morning light slipped between the curtains in pale ribbons, painting silver lines across the wooden floorboards but it did nothing to blunt the harshness of the cold. The air held that crisp stillness unique to early mornings before heaters had fully warmed a home, making the room feel just a little too cold to willingly leave the comfort of bed.
"...Good morning."
The blanket mountain remained completely still. For several seconds nothing happened. Then the blankets shifted almost imperceptibly.
One sleepy eye appeared. His hair had somehow become even messier overnight, dark curls refusing every attempt gravity made to flatten them. The faint crease of the pillow remained pressed against one cheek. His eyelid fluttered in the brightness before narrowing into a sleepy squint, clearly regretting exposing even that much of himself to the cold air.
"...Cold."
You couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped you. You forgot he was cold blooded, in the summer heat he would bask like an overgrown lizard but now in the winter you were seeing a rather more vulnerable side to your boyfriend. It was oddly endearing seeing someone who carried himself with such seriousness reduced to an indignant blanket burrito the moment the temperature dipped.
He watched you for a moment before disappearing beneath the blankets again.
Only the curls remained visible. For a moment you blinked at the mound of blankets, thinking for a moment if you should pick up that Panda throw that had just been released at that shop Warumono liked to loiter, scaring off anyone who dared approach it. You could almost picture him standing protectively beside the display, arms folded with exaggerated seriousness while silently intimidating every unsuspecting customer who looked remotely interested.
A hand emerged. Long fingers searched vaguely across the edge of the mattress before finding the sleeve of your jumper. They closed around the fabric with surprising gentleness, giving it the faintest tug as though he didn't quite have the energy to pull any harder. His fingertips were noticeably cool even through the thick material.
“Are you getting it? Or are you happy to let me freeze?’’
You looked down at his hand before looking back at the motionless blanket.
"...Five more minutes. Please…i’m cold."
His voice was barely louder than the wind tapping against the window. And even without seeing his face you practically hear his pout. The words came out half mumbled against the pillow, sleep still clinging stubbornly to every syllable.
You set your mug carefully on the bedside table. A thin curl of steam continued to rise from the untouched coffee as you climbed onto the mattress. The duvet lifted with a rush of trapped warmth before cool air slipped inside.
The mattress dipped softly beneath your weight as you lifted the cover and slid under the duvet, shivering as cold arms slipped around your waist and pulled you against an even colder chest. His hold tightened almost immediately, instinctive rather than deliberate, as though his body had decided you were now the world's most effective hot water bottle. Despite how cold his skin felt, the blankets around the two of you quickly trapped the remaining warmth between your bodies.
"Better?"
You didn’t get an answer save for a half murmur slur as he pressed his face into your back and curled around you. His breathing slowed again almost immediately, evening out into the soft, sleepy rhythm of someone drifting back toward sleep. A contented sigh escaped him, barely audible against the muffled rustle of blankets.
Maybe you could convince him to not destroy the world. After a nap of course.
Summary: You are in a relationship with an evil mastermind, and you have no idea about it.
You two met in a café.
He walked in ordered a drink and left while you were the one behind him in line.
After seeing him, you went back to the café almost daily.
You didn't even like coffee that much.
But the tall and handsome stranger kept you interested.
And to your surprise, he was just as interested.
Your relationship with him became romantic after the first date.
He invited you over to his place and had a lot of questions about pandas.
His obsession with the cute animals became obvious the moment you saw his home, he had a lot of panda-related things.
And he even got some from you.
He told you that during his work days, you wouldn't be able to meet but he would still text you from time to time, you understood and since you also had work, you completely agreed to only meet when you had the days off.
He would call you or text you on Saturdays and you two would meet up, you mostly went to the ZOO to see the pandas.
"Which one is your favourite animal?" he asked as you two were looking at the tigers.
"I'll show you." you grabbed his hand and dragged him to a different exhibit.
He looked at the animal up on the tree, sleeping, then he looked at the sign.
"Red panda." he said
"I think they are the cutest." you smiled as his eyes never left the animal sleeping up on the tree.
"Cute."
His voice was low and you barely heard him but you did.
Even so, his fascination with Pandas never stopped. He even got you a panda mug you brought into work.
Then it got to a point where he invited you over a Friday afternoon, so after work, you would head to his place with a small bag and you would spend the weekend there.
Then you would stay until Monday mornings and head to work from his place.
It was a simple relationship, filled with kind and sweet moments.
You would say you loved him.
But you didn't know much about him.
Him, on the other end, knew everything about you. He wanted to know from the moment he noticed you standing in line behind him.
But, how could a human capture his heart?
He wasn't sure, but you did.
He loved waking up, having you next to him, even just laying there was enough, but during colder days, you cuddled to his side, which he enjoyed even more.
He was sure he would never feel such a thing towards a human... and yet, he did.
He gave you his apartment key, hoping you would come over even more, damn you and your respect for his personal space!
Damn him for telling you that you could only come over on Friday afternoons.
summary: a day in which you get mistaken for the general's wife.
𝐏𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Omg!! What a cute couple?!
I’ll tap that.
Is that their kid?
Goals.
Your left eye twitches and your face contorts into an embarrassed scowl as your ears are subjected to listen to the irking, hushed comments of strangers being hurled—left, right and centre— in your direction.
Were those people visually impaired?
Why in the world did they think you and this...this abomination were a coup—
“Ooo, ice cream! Can we, can we?!” A bubbly voice chirps from beside you and you glance down at the young child, a boy no older than seven, whose hands grip both yours and Warumono's in a tight grasp as the three of you amble along a sidewalk, like a cute happy family — a reality very, very far from the truth.
The only reason you were a part of this 'family' was due to the boy. And only the boy. A poor soul you'd happened to chance upon during your usual patrol, cuddled in the arms of the abomination, lost, and refusing to part ways with him. And his stubbornness, in turn, leading you to tag along, concerned about leaving his welfare in the hands of evil.
Your gaze follows the boy's across at the ice cream truck stationed to your right.
“Don’t you think you've had enough sugar for the day, sweetie?” You plaster on a soft smile, referring to all the treats both you and Warumono indulged him in on your way to the police station, as a way to cheer him up for getting separated from his parents.
“Yeah, but I want ice cream." His chubby cheeks puff from a pout.
You give him a look of uncertainty. “I don’t know…we really should be getting you back to your parents. They must be very worried about you.”
The boy looks at you, a sheepish look shadowing his features, before casting a longing look in the direction of the truck and at the faces of other children lighting up in excitement when they each receive an ice cream cone. And his own face takes on a crestfallen look. “I know…”
His disappointed tone and sad pout ache your heart. It reminds you of your Mugi and Sora back at home any time they didn't get their way. Instantly withdrawing your word, helpless against their puppy-dog eyes.
And therefore with your weak resolve against pouting, adorable baby faces, you begin to have second thoughts about your suggestion. But before you can make an offer, another voice annoyingly beats you to it.
“If we get you ice cream, will you quietly let us take you to the police station?”
The boy perks up at Warumono’s question, brown eyes seeming to sparkle in his direction. “Mhm!” And with his newfound glee, the boy tugs both you and Warumono by the hand in the direction of the ice cream truck’s concession.
Momentarily, you find yourself giving a waffle cone that towers three scoops of ice cream tall to the boy. “Be careful, now.” You say as he retrieves the cone from your hands. Advice immediately gone down the drain when the cone miraculously slips from his grasp, after he manages to take a single lick, and plops to the ground.
The boy's face scrunches. His brows pull into a sad frown and his lips quiver before he releases a surge of sobs, snot and tears.
His crying draws the attention of the others around you along with Warumono's, still in line waiting to retrieve his own order. He watches as you crouch down to the boy’s level, wiping a handkerchief at his tears and snotty nose, frantically attempting to calm him down.
“Poor thing.” Warumono directs his attention at the middle-aged man behind the open window of the ice-cream truck. And watches as he then disappears further into the truck, reappearing after a few minutes with two cones of ice cream similar to the one he'd ordered earlier for the little boy, together with his own.
“Here, take this. On the house.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, son. Y'er a loyal customer." He smiles a toothy smile. "I don’t mind givin’ freebies to ya, and y'er pretty wife and kid you've gotcha over there."
A beat of quiet settles between Warumono and the older man.
Wife? He arches a brow and spares a glance to his left in your direction.
He wasn't sure how to perceive the man's words. As a compliment or an insult?
Warumono returns his attention to the man, retrieving the ice creams from his hands.
"She's not my—"
"Next!"
Interrupted from clearing up the man's misunderstanding of the relationship between you and him along with the child, Warumono makes his way over to you and the boy you'd escorted over to a nearby bench, still sniffling and hiccuping from his misfortune.
“Here.”
You peer up at the ice creams in his hands and arch a brow in question, considering you didn’t order any.
"It's for you and the kid." Warumono supplies. “The old man gave it to me for free.”
“Really?” You take an ice cream from him, giving it to the child, his crying instantly subsiding, before taking the other for yourself.
“Yeah."
"Wait, did you threaten him?" Your eyes narrow in suspicion.
Warumono looks both unsurprised and unbothered by your bold assumption.
"No." He wipes away a dot of ice cream on the child's nose who giggles in response. "It's because I've got a pretty wife and kid."
“Well, that’s nice of him." You smile. "I love free...wait, w-wife?” Heat courses up your neck, and flares on your face when your brain registers his words. “What do you mean wife?!”
Mr.Villain act around their crush (especially if they panda like colors on hair) headcanons
Sure, I hope you enjoy these headcanons. They are so interesting to write.
Warumono becomes uncharacteristically shy and flustered around you. The confident and calm demeanor he usually carries vanishes and is replaced by nervous tendencies and a strange inability to speak.
Because of his shyness, he's rendered to show his affection through subtle gestures like gently holding your hand or opening the door for you. On occasion, he'd present you with little gifts like tickets to his beloved zoo or other Earthling-based attractions he thought would suit you.
He admired your hair more than anything because it resembled the colors of a panda. He always complimented you on it and enjoyed nuzzling his head against it believing it to be as soft as a panda.
He's extremely protective of you, although as the general of an evil organization, he was used to being able to jump into action when needed. He was always looking out for your best interests and never left your side when someone spoke to you.
He enjoys giving you small gifts, especially hair accessories that are usually panda-themed. He insisted that it would enhance the already perfect colors of your hair. On occasion, he'd even insist you wear a hairband that had panda-shaped ears attached to it.
He isn't much of the jealous type when it comes to other Earthlings talking to you. However, when you happened to be talking to one of his people, Trigger, for example, he wouldn't hesitate to intervene if he believed they were showing interest in you.
Despite being the general of an evil corporation he often fantasized about what it would be like to keep you as his once he finished taking over the Earth in the name of his mother planet. Oh yes, his people back home would be rather envious and stunned at the Earthling with hair like a panda.
While his days off were normally associated with doing activities he loved such as going to the zoo. If he hadn't made plans with you or you claimed you'd be busy, he'd spend hours secretly watching you. He would observe your interactions with other Earthlings while taking discreet pictures of you to stare lovingly at later.
How the two of you met was the most Cliché in the book but you would not have changed it for the world.
a freak gust of wind had taken your umbrella while you were coming out of the 7/11, and after the day you had had with a client that wasn’t happy with almost anything you had suggested for her living room, you slumped down on the sidewalk.
You were wet, hangry and on the verge of tears before the rain was cut out by someone. Making you look up at the kind stranger that had suddenly appeared beside you.
You had to admit, he looked cute in his shaggy hair and trench coat, maybe a little awkward having to suddenly comfort a crying girl on his way home, but still. Something made your heart do a little flip flop when he offered to walk you to your apartment so you would not get a cold because of the rain.
It might also had been that you were weak for guys with strong nose. Yeah, weird but in your opinion, it made a person have character. Just like a piece of furniture in a room that in a way should not have fit in theme or tone wise. But was so unique in its looks it just…fit.
So, with a small smile you said yes and after meeting him at least twice a week in your search of dinner.
(You knew how to cook it was just easier to go get something since the hectic work week and usually on your free days you committed on trying to cook something new. varying results. but usually the result was eatable.)
He asked if you had a favourite animal.
“Buy me coffee first and I might tell you.” You joked, and busted out laughing when he appeared behind your door with a latte and spend the afternoon talking about Panda’s and Cat’s before he thanked you for the company and asked if you wanted to go to the zoo next time?
“Sure, I haven’t been in a while.” you said and a week later you were happily watching animals with him, lifting his arm on your waist when he looked so lost what to do on a date.
two dates after that he gave you a peck on the cheek.
two months later he was taken off guard when going for your cheek, you turned your head and got his lips brushing yours. His blush was so adorable.
Yet something kept bugging you. The dates and all the usual stuff couples do seemed so Alien to him, like he was from a completely different world.
and a week from that you got your answer.
You blinked, not sure if you were trying to wake up from a weird dream or trying to convince your brain what you were seeing.
There he was, your boyfriend in a cape with a weird tail, slicked back hair and… was that a tattoo?
Shaking your head to get your mind out of the gutter you opened and closed your mouth a couple of times, trying to ask what was going on but none of the questions was spoken before you heard someone yell something about dark lord and running away.
Before you snapped a hold of his hand and quickly led him behind your neighbour’s garden wall just as red and blue ranger ran past you both. None the wiser.
After your pulse had gone down, you snapped your angry eyes to him. Making him a little nervous, yet oddly impressed of your expression.
You would make a fantastic second in command with that gaze.
“Explain. now!” You snapped and after few seconds of silence he sighed deeply and told you everything.
“So…Am I on that destruction list since I’m human?” you finally asked, and he said you were an exception along the pandas and cats.
After some more silence you looked up before smiling at him that cheeky smile he had come to adore.
“O well, I was always more into villains anyway.” You chuckled.
the next thing you knew, you were swept into a muscular arm’s and kissed so deeply it stole your breath away.
“Marry me?” He got out after he finally let your lips go. And without any further words, you bit your lip and pulled him back into a kiss with a sighed ‘yes ‘
