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 â 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 feelingâŚ
It all started with a missed movie night.Â
âMC, I am so, SO sorryâ, Solomon smiled, regret crystal clear in his beautiful blue eyes. âI just have plans, some unexpected business. Can I make it up to you or can we maybe postpone our date?â
âNo problemâ, I brushed it off easily back then. âWe can do it tomorrowâ.
Solomon beamed in delight and hugged me tight, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.
âYou are the most loving, beautiful, and patient girl in the whole Devildom and beyondâ, he purred, his hand reaching for mine and squeezing it. âI will text you once I get homeâ.
I then received a text from him almost 5 hours later: a simple âsorry iâm exhausted loveâ. On one hand, it was okay, but on the other⌠something was off, really.
He started having this âbusiness to attendâ 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, âwas busyâ. 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, whatâs 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.
âOh, h-h-hi, MC!â, he exclaimed nervously. âSolomon told me to tell you he is not here!â
The boy shut his mouth with his hands, panic clear on his face. I laughed and patted his head.
âItâs okay, dear. Just thought Iâd drop by and say hiâ.
âHi, loveâ, a velvet voice purred and Simeon emerged from the entrance. âCare 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 Devilgramâ.
Simeon was having the most honest expression on his beautiful face but it wouldnât trick me.
âThanks for the offer but I really wanna just say hiâ, with these words, I slipped in the doors and walked to Solomonâs room only to find itâŚempty?
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 peaceâŚ
âMC! Oh noâ, Solomon groaned from the kitchen corner. He hid his hands behind his back and approached me with a somewhat guilty look.
âIâm sorry to interrupt but whatâs going on?â I looked around. Everything seemedâŚnormal? A pot on the stove, cut veggies, a loaf of bread on a cutting board⌠And thatâs when I understood what was missing.
âHey, 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.
âWell, you know how I cook, right?â
âA disasterâ, I said brutally. âBut I love you for so many more things and you should know thatâ.
âWell, 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 deliciousâ.
âOh, Solâ, I came up to him and ruffed his hair affectionately. âYou are the most powerful sorcerer and the most caring boyfriend. Itâs okay not to be able to do somethingâ.
âBut I want toâ, he said arrogantly. âSo⌠Iâve been taking cooking classes. Thatâs why I have been missing past few evenings. IâŚI wanted to surprise youâ.
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 â cooking for me. I felt my heart skipping a beat, warmth flooding my chest with love for this silly boy.
âSo, whatâs for dinner?â, I asked excitedly, kissing him softly on the cheek and observing the table.
Solomon smiled weakly, clearly not eager to display his culinary progress.
âWell, 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.. thisâ.
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.
âEh, if you are sure about itâ, 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.
âYou are in so much troubleâ.
His face dropped, becoming grey.
âOh no. I messed up again, didnât I?â
âWell, you are in trouble because from now on, I will be requesting this damn thing for my breakfast every morning. Sol, itâs delicious!â
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.
âI will learn how to cook all your favorite dishes, MC. Hell, Iâll bake our wedding cakeâ.
âWedding cake?!â I stared at him in disbelief.
He gave me a sly smile, grinning.
âOops, 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 â kiss the cook, right?â
âYou deserve all the kissesâ, I picked up the plate and took his hand. âBut not in the kitchenâ.
âWhy not?â Solomon tried to object.
I was about to reply when we heard Lukeâs voice behind the kitchen door, âDo not bake a wedding cake without me!â
âI havenât even say yesâ, I tried to frown but Solomon laughed softly, leading me by the hand to his room.
âOh sweetheart. I am quite confident in your answer. But Iâm curious about one thing, though⌠Should the color of the cakeâs frosting match the bridal garter?â