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A kitsune wanders into a certain slime's heart....
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kiss next chapter ok.. I write more later ok…
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Once again, sentenced to doom at the hands of skewers.
It had been a few days since your intriguing yet uneventful encounter with Rimuru. You were simply lazing in a tree in fox form, curled into a fuzzy little ball of sleepy fox. Your fox tails wrapped around the branches supporting you for good measure as you half napped and half dozed through the relaxed afternoon.
The sun was shining invitingly, feeding you soft rays of golden light. It felt like nothing could go wrong, an incorrect assumption. The canopy surrounding smelled of the distinct, heavy scent of healthy forest, but this scent was quickly overridden with the sudden stench of less-than-hygienic goblins. Three, to be precise. Dressed in uniform, they paraded past your tree in all their stinky glory, wolf companions following in step.
You yawned and attempted to roll in some semblance of over, ideally onto your back, to no avail. Worse, your attempts at comfort were rewarded with a plummet to the forest floor, landing in a mess of sticks and discomfort. This brought the unfortunate attention of the presumably patrolling goblins to you, and while you heard their incessant questioning, it droned into one furry ear and right out the other, unacknowledged. Just when you thought there was no good left in this cruel world that had the audacity to interrupt your nap, you smelled it; a familiar scent caught on the wind from far away.
Meat skewers, certainly the same variety as a few nights ago. The scent called to mind all their chewy, sticky, bittersweet flavorful glory, as well as the awkward night they had inhabited. Any kitsune in your position was well aware that curiosity killed the cat, but you were certainly no cat so you were logically safe. And such, that same cat-killing curiosity drove you into the city once more. You needed not get your bearings; your paws still knew the way from the city entrance to the skewer vendor like magic.
You paused in front of the stall and gazed up at it, having a sudden thought from this vantage point: most stores did not sell to foxes. An issue indeed, as you left your human attire in a safe spot in the forest that was frankly too much distance to cross for the sake of skewers. But you were curious and hungry and wanted the skewers very badly now that they were in line of sight. This was a conundrum for the ages if there was one, and your mind was gravitating towards the morally incorrect solution: stealing one or two. True, it was considered evil by some standards, but you were too lazy to go back home and change into a human form.
So you theft in the same manner as foxes anywhere, one minute present, the next gone, contraband in hand- or rather, mouth. You were sprinting away from the irritated shopkeeper when you bumped straight into someone’s ankle. You glanced up immediately and were equal parts horrified and delighted. At this point, you had reached a stalemate with the shopkeeper, as they had caught up to you but you were also just an oddly colored fox sitting at the feet of the demon lord. True, this was a risky gamble, but the shopkeeper wouldn’t try anything so close to their leader.
You felt the shift in gravity before you processed what was happening, you were being picked up. It seemed to you that you had found yourself in a new cage: the arms of a demon lord. The answer to how to proceed was suddenly very unclear. You could tell that it was best to not trifle with Rimuru, given his power, but you didn’t want to give up your hard-won skewers either.
Perhaps fortune herself pitied you, as Rimuru made no motion to remove the skewers from your possession as you thoughtfully gnawed on them. He just scratched the top of your head. It was surprising, you figured he would recognize you by some sort of abstract energy or something, but he was acting like you were just miscellaneous wildlife. You had mixed feelings about this.
“Aw, seems like we have a little thief here. It’s probably best not to try to sell merchandise that’s already chewed on, I’ll just cover the cost and we’ll call it even, yeah?” Rimuru cheerfully offered, addressing both you and the irate shopkeeper in equal measure. The shopkeeper accepted the generous offer immediately and scurried off with the minor debt paid, leaving you and Rimuru alone amidst the lightly crowded street. He held you up higher to look more closely, now looking quite perplexed.
“…You don’t look like an ordinary fox to me. Most foxes don’t come in this color. So what are you actually?” He interrogated curiously. And there it was, doom at the hands of skewers. If you’d known this was gonna happen, you’d have stayed still in that stupid tree, but it was too late now. Foxes couldn’t talk, so you had to figure out how to get him to get you something to write on. You scrambled out of his arms, startling him.
You probably should have run for it, but instead scurried over to a poster on a nearby pillar, ripping it off after a few tries. You hurriedly placed the paper down on the ground. In the very tidiest letters shaky fox paws could manage, you wrote (scratched out, really) ‘kitsune’ to answer his question, looking up expectantly. It seemed like something clicked in his brain, and you suspected he was thinking back to that encounter a couple days ago.
Your suspicion was confirmed when he pulled that same fan from before from his pocket, and you nodded with as much enthusiasm as possible to get the point across.
“So why come into the city in this form? I know you have a human form, I’ve seen it.” Rimuru questioned, unaware of the clothing issue. You reluctantly informed him via note scribbling once more. He nodded, deep in thought. Something seemed to occur to him, as he suddenly cheered up.
“Well, that’s an easy fix!” He declared, picking you up again. “There’s a clothing shop not far from here. Here’s the deal, I’ll get you some clothes if you stick around long enough to answer all my questions. Deal?” Rimuru continued. You nodded in agreement, seeing no issue with the request.
yes it’s super short 🥹💔 i write more later … bully me into part 3
this is for u misty 🫶 we twinned so hard I got off my ass long enough to write more for u cuz we in a reader x rimuru fic recession
A kitsune wanders into a certain slime's heart....
Recommended listening: ' Here's Where The Story Ends - The Sundays '
Gender Neutral Kitsune Reader x Rimuru Tempest (unfinished oneshot?)
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The city of Tempest was louder than ever as its people basked in the festival atmosphere. Amidst the vibrant sounds, footsteps, and colors, someone unmistakable stood out: you. It was rare for a kitsune like you; a mori kitsune no less, to come out to play in the beating heart of a city, but here you were. It was perhaps a fair bit too loud for the likes of an ordinarily secluded kitsune like yourself, but cities produce good food, so you partook nonetheless. Most of the noise pollution was really just a senseless droning that you paid no mind to, anyway. You watched the lively city around you from the lens of an outsider, this colorful display was no home of yours. Bargains and arguments were forged in the corners of shop stalls, drowned out by laughter and chatter of the festival-goers wandering from stall to stall.
Lanterns hung overhead, strung about like bound jellyfish, filling the streets with warm, rosy light. Maybe you came here for a reason, but you couldn’t remember what that reason was. Regardless, you were determined to enjoy yourself, and right now that enjoyment sounded like the sizzle of skewers being grizzled in a stall nearby. You pivoted, making your way towards your new craving, moving with a lazy gait that faded into a jog. Everything else was fading into background noise… everything except the sudden sensation of brushing shoulders with another living being, making fleeting physical contact.
You fell back a few steps, recoiling as you got a better chance to take a look at the stranger. A woman… no, a man? Your brow involuntarily furrowed as you observed the phenomenon in front of you: A youthful fellow with pale blue hair cascading a fair bit past their shoulders, odd golden eyes glittering in the light, and a friendly demeanor.
“Ah, sorry.” You muttered, more out of courtesy than any real sense of remorse.
“Huh? Oh, it’s all good. Don’t worry about it!” The stranger in front of you replied, waving off your apology with a disarming smile. Unsure how else to react, you nodded bemusedly, humming slightly in agreement. Without so much as another sound, you both sort of naturally drifted back to your original goals. You made it to the skewer stall, absentmindedly bargaining with the shophand in an oh-so-familiar manner while your mind wandered. Reaching out, you took the readily offered skewer from the shophand, observing it for a hesitant moment.
The crispy meat, coated in a sauce glaze, shone under the light of the lanterns above as you contemplated it. After a moment more of hesitant contemplation, you made up your mind and took a firm bite. It was good, like civilized food usually was. You wanted to enjoy your spoils of war, but the stranger you had crossed paths with seemed to be haunting you. Taking another bite, you allowed yourself to wander, feet carrying you further down the street, no goal in mind. Somehow, as if designed by fate itself, you found that the stranger you’d seen once before was just a few steps in front of you. You halted, not wanting this individual to think you’d been stalking him.
You sidled over to a benign stall selling fans. It didn’t interest you, you just wanted to look busy. You made idle chatter with the shop owner while keeping your eyes glued on the current object of your interest. Perhaps you should have seen it coming, as the blue haired individual you were trying to avoid turned around and stopped at the same stall. You got a better look at his friends, but didn’t pay attention to them. You reached the conclusion that it would be best just to start a conversation.
“See anything you like?” You asked. You had aimed to seem confident and maybe a bit sly, but your voice came out awkward and unprepared to your ears.
“Hm, this design’s pretty. Oh, maybe she’d like that one?” The blue haired boy replied as he examined the fans. Something about the mention of a she pulled at something in your chest that you couldn’t name. You inhaled and exhaled quickly. It would be expected that he would have a lover of some sort, no?
Despite yourself, you wound up asking, “Oh? Who’s the lucky lady?” You mentally facepalmed, why couldn’t you just converse normally?
“No, no, I’m getting a gift for my friend. Wait… that’s right, this is our second time meeting, isn’t it? I guess I should tell you my name?” He answered in a rush, eager to get all his thoughts out. You nodded, assenting. “You can call me Rimuru!” He continued. You mulled over the name in your mind for a moment, it seemed nice enough. “Rimuru, hm? That’s a lovely name.” You replied politely, and finished the exchange by informing him of your name, as well.
“I’m kinda at a loss here… I want to get this fan for a friend of mine, but I think she’d like this other one better.” Rimuru sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Just get her both, then?” You suggested languidly. “Oh, yeah! Good idea!” Rimuru nodded, acquiescing. “You’re pretty good at shopping, huh? And… pretty.” Rimuru offered, trailing off at the end as his confidence seemed to vanish. It was rather adorable.
“Mhm, I don’t visit human cities often, but I do enjoy a good shopping trip. It heals the soul.” You explained, feeling lightweight for the first time since you arrived. “You don’t live in a city…?” Rimuru started to question, but your fox ears seemed to catch his attention. You supposed that the fox features probably answered his question for him.
