Rimuru x Diablo: Finger food.
[[MORE]]A short, fluffy fanfic for fun (Including my s/i, Natsumi the Nekojin, because I can). Blue = Rimuru, red = Diablo, and pink = Natsumi.
It had been so long since Rimuru had had burgers and fries. So he was happy when Natsumi had made him just that for lunch. It was so good! Even better than the ones he had eaten from his world. He’d only ever had fast-food burgers and fries, never anything freshly made. He’ll need to ask Natsumi to make him American food more often.
As Rimuru ate, Diablo ofc was standing guard by his side. Shion was out on an assignment by Rimuru’s order so it was just the two of them. Despite Rimuru’s bliss from the food, it was not enough to distract him from the intense, admiring stare from Diablo. It was kinda taking away from the eating experience. Rimuru had debated saying something for awhile, basically around the time it took him to finish his burger, because he didn’t want to be rude or anything but it was becoming annoying. He ate one more fry before confronting Diablo.
He swallowed and turned to him. “Diablo?” “Yes Lord Rimuru?” Diablo was basically beaming, clearly not reading the room. “Is there something you want to say or…” “Oh, no. I was just entranced by your excellence.” Diablo was still not reading the room. “Cool. But can you not stare at me the whole time?” “Of course! Please forgive me my lord!” Diablo looked so apologetic. Rimuru couldn’t stay mad at him. “It’s chill. I’m not that worried about it.” Rimuru had turned back to continue eating.
“But, if you wouldn’t mind, may I ask you something?” Diablo asked. “Sure. What’s up?” Rimuru said as he grabbed another fry. “I was wondering what those taste like.” Diablo pointed at the fries. “Could I be so bold as to ask to try one?” “Sure. I don’t mind.” Rimuru shrugged. Diablo’s face lit up. “Thank you my lord! You are simply too kind! What a marvelous ruler you are!” God he was so dramatic.
Diablo was about to grab a fry when he stopped. “Oh. I should probably take of my glove. I don’t want to get it dirty.” “Here.” Rimuru said before Diablo could take his glove off. He was holding up a fry to Diablo. “So you don’t have to bother taking off your glove over a single fry.” Rimuru’s real reason was so Diablo would let him get back to eating faster.
“Lord Rimuru! I couldn’t!” Diablo was in absolute shock at this gesture. “Dude, it’s not that big of a deal.” Rimuru really just wanted Diablo to take the fry and leave him alone. Diablo hesitated. This gesture was too much for him to handle. But he couldn’t throw away this opportunity that Rimuru was so kindly offering him. He leaned down and took a bit of the fry in Rimuru’s hand. He looked at Rimuru as he took the bite and unintentionally locked eyes with Rimuru.
Diablo’s heart fluttererd with delight. Rimuru also felt his heart (or his body imitating a heart to be more accurate) beat faster as his face grew hot. Diablo quickly stood up straight again, a smile beaming ear to ear and his hands holding his face. Diablo didn’t even taste the food because he was too focused on how intimate he had just been with Rimuru. He could not bring himself to face Rimuru as he might explode from happiness.
Rimuru had turned his head away from Diablo, his face bright red and feeling very flustered. “So when’s the wedding!” A teasing voice called. That’s when Rimuru saw Natsumi peaking her head through the door. She had clearly seen everything and a mischievous grin. “Girl shut the fuck up!” Rimuru bolted up from his seat, his face even redder with embarrassment then before, and Natsumi ran away cackling to herself.
