Tags: fluff, solomon x reader
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Something has been off for a while now and to be honest, it started bugging me.
No, Solomon was great. Perfect even — like always. Even Lucifer grudgingly admitted that Solomon was just a perfect boyfriend material, which was a really rare compliment from the Avatar of Pride himself. But recently, I had that weird tingling feeling…
It all started with a missed movie night.
“MC, I am so, SO sorry”, Solomon smiled, regret crystal clear in his beautiful blue eyes. “I just have plans, some unexpected business. Can I make it up to you or can we maybe postpone our date?”
“No problem”, I brushed it off easily back then. “We can do it tomorrow”.
Solomon beamed in delight and hugged me tight, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.
“You are the most loving, beautiful, and patient girl in the whole Devildom and beyond”, he purred, his hand reaching for mine and squeezing it. “I will text you once I get home”.
I then received a text from him almost 5 hours later: a simple “sorry i’m exhausted love”. On one hand, it was okay, but on the other… something was off, really.
He started having this “business to attend” every week. And with every week, he just seemed more and more tired: light bags under his eyes, constant yawning and tiredness… And I simply had no idea what was going on and it was driving me mad.
To be fair, I always had doubts about how I even ended up with Solomon as my boyfriend. He was the most powerful sorcerer ever and I always considered myself a simple human, no more than that. Yet, the way he held my hand, carried me around or told stupid jokes just to see my smile served as a valid proof that he indeed loved me… Until now?
It was another Wednesday night and he, once again, “was busy”. And I just had that weird gut feeling that he was at home. So, I decided to crash the Purgatory Hall and see for myself, what’s been keeping him so occupied for the last couple of weeks.
As I approached the massive building, I spotted Luke in front of the gates.
“Oh, h-h-hi, MC!”, he exclaimed nervously. “Solomon told me to tell you he is not here!”
The boy shut his mouth with his hands, panic clear on his face. I laughed and patted his head.
“It’s okay, dear. Just thought I’d drop by and say hi”.
“Hi, love”, a velvet voice purred and Simeon emerged from the entrance. “Care for a little walk? I promised Luke to treat him with this Satanico Ice Cream that the Devildom has been raving about. Asmo even has it on his Devilgram”.
Simeon was having the most honest expression on his beautiful face but it wouldn’t trick me.
“Thanks for the offer but I really wanna just say hi”, with these words, I slipped in the doors and walked to Solomon’s room only to find it…empty?
Heavy cursing from the kitchen got my attention. I dropped the idea of staying in the room and headed to the kitchen, dreading what I might see there.
The kitchen was lit by warm lights and candles. The fire in the stove was burning bright and everything seemed a bit too much in peace…
“MC! Oh no”, Solomon groaned from the kitchen corner. He hid his hands behind his back and approached me with a somewhat guilty look.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but what’s going on?” I looked around. Everything seemed…normal? A pot on the stove, cut veggies, a loaf of bread on a cutting board… And that’s when I understood what was missing.
“Hey, wait a second. Why does it actually smell GOOD?
Solomon sighed and tried to fix the mess of his blonde hair. He looked at me with a mix of affection and guilt and sat on a chair.
“Well, you know how I cook, right?”
“A disaster”, I said brutally. “But I love you for so many more things and you should know that”.
“Well, yes… but I just thought I really wanna cook you something, you know? I sometimes see how Beel treats you to all these amazing stuff and I often think how nice it would be if I were able to create something as delicious”.
“Oh, Sol”, I came up to him and ruffed his hair affectionately. “You are the most powerful sorcerer and the most caring boyfriend. It’s okay not to be able to do something”.
“But I want to”, he said arrogantly. “So… I’ve been taking cooking classes. That’s why I have been missing past few evenings. I…I wanted to surprise you”.
He looked at me with genuine worry and even a hint of sadness and I suddenly realized that, despite being the most powerful sorcerer, he failed at the only thing he wanted to perfect — cooking for me. I felt my heart skipping a beat, warmth flooding my chest with love for this silly boy.
“So, what’s for dinner?”, I asked excitedly, kissing him softly on the cheek and observing the table.
Solomon smiled weakly, clearly not eager to display his culinary progress.
“Well, I tried making a love potion for my baby, which was supposed to be a stew… But the only thing I managed to cook properly is.. this”.
He lifted a lid from a plate and I saw the most perfectly looking omurice with a little ketchup heart on it. I giggled and grabbed a fork.
“Eh, if you are sure about it”, Solomon was observing me with a mix of anxiety, curiosity, and worry.
I took a small piece and put it in the mouth, chewing carefully. After a moment, I turned to Solomon, face dead serious.
“You are in so much trouble”.
His face dropped, becoming grey.
“Oh no. I messed up again, didn’t I?”
“Well, you are in trouble because from now on, I will be requesting this damn thing for my breakfast every morning. Sol, it’s delicious!”
He smiled in relief, his face lighting up and making him look even more adorable than ever. He came up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his chin on my shoulder.
“I will learn how to cook all your favorite dishes, MC. Hell, I’ll bake our wedding cake”.
“Wedding cake?!” I stared at him in disbelief.
He gave me a sly smile, grinning.
“Oops, let that one slip. Never mind, there is still some time till I master bakery. Finish your omurice, darling. And as they say in the human world — kiss the cook, right?”
“You deserve all the kisses”, I picked up the plate and took his hand. “But not in the kitchen”.
“Why not?” Solomon tried to object.
I was about to reply when we heard Luke’s voice behind the kitchen door, “Do not bake a wedding cake without me!”
“I haven’t even say yes”, I tried to frown but Solomon laughed softly, leading me by the hand to his room.
“Oh sweetheart. I am quite confident in your answer. But I’m curious about one thing, though… Should the color of the cake’s frosting match the bridal garter?”
