#also beel would definitely try to sneak a cookie but Lucifer and Satan aren’t allowing it until they see that you survived the night lmao

[dreamkidddream]

Okay I know that it’s used as a joke that Solomon’s cooking is a biohazard really bad, but what if you taught him how to cook?

Granted, Solomon isn’t as prideful as Lucifer is, but he fully believes that he’s a good cook. Maybe not on Luke’s and Barbatos’ levels, but he would believe himself to be pretty decent for someone whose been alive for centuries. He’s confident in his skills, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that his food is barely edible (if edible at all). And you can see just how passionate he is about it- the way his eyes glow so childlike as he waits for you to take the first bite, the bright smile that shows just how much joy he gets from even bringing you his creations- just because he made it for you.

So instead of shattering his illusions and breaking his heart, you decide to suggest to teach him some new recipes.

He doesn’t really use recipes as he likes to improvise- it’s evident in what he does create (and it makes sense why his food turns out like…that). But, he decides to humor you, partly because he’s curious as to what you can teach him- someone who’s known to be one of the wisest men to ever exist in all of three realms. He wasn’t expecting to become the apprentice so soon, but he enjoys it and he’s ready to learn anything that you have to offer. But the main reason is because it’s an opportunity to spend some alone time without the brothers, and because well- it’s you. He’s always ready to spend time with you (and he wishes that it could happen more- which this is the time to make that happen in his eyes).

So you start off with simple, basic recipes. It’s hard to stop his impulse from “spicing it up” because he believes that it’s a bit boring and could be more fun, and you’ve had to snatch random ingredients from him before it turns to a disaster (again). He really is like a kid- just grabbing anything within reach and pouring it without worrying about the consequences, all with a smile on his face. But it’s been getting better with time, slowly but surely- you can still taste the burnt bits, you’re pretty sure that the sauce shouldn’t be that thick, and you came close to asking for a healing potion once- but it’s progress!

But it’s also progress with your relationship. Your bond.

It’s noticeable how much you’ve been going over to Purgatory Hall, how much you two have grown attached to the hip. No matter if the teacher just dismissed you for the day, or if you were heading off to lunch with someone, or even if you were about to leave for the day- Solomon was waiting for you. And you would both head off to Purgatory Hall for your daily lesson- maybe making a pit stop to the grocery store. It didn’t matter anymore- your feet would just carry you off to whichever destination with him by your side.

In the kitchen, he’s also become so touchy feeling. Your hands constantly brush past one another, his chest pressed against your back as he reached past you to grab the next ingredient, chuckling in your ear as he apologized (one that you didn’t really believe considering how he stayed against you long after using it). All of the acts that you would see in a cheesy romcom movie- you two were doing it, and it was starting to become something that you longed to do even outside the kitchen. And you had a feeling that he felt the same way.

It wasn’t until Solomon came to the House of Lamentation one evening baring a tin that all of the time spent was paid off. When he lifted the top, it was an assortment of decorated cookies. If you looked closer, some of them even resembled you (yes, the icing was smeared and melting off the cookie, but your heart still soared at the sight of it).

Mammon was practically foaming at the mouth when he saw you reach for one, and all of the brothers practically panicked when they saw you take a bite. But you were surprised- the cookie was edible, still tasted a bit off and hard to swallow, but it was edible. You swallowed, and everyone held their breath in anticipation of you just fainting, even Solomon through his air of confidence with a smile donning his face seemed a bit anxious. But it wasn’t until you threw your arms around him that his worries melted away and he began laughing, not wasting a second to wrap his own arms around you.

You didn’t even care about what his cooking tasted like- the fact that he made it just for you like he’s been doing before was more than enough to touch your heart. There’s still room for improvement obviously, but you’re fine being patient and taking your time if it means that he gets to stay by your side.

And gazing down at you with such fondness in his eyes, he feels the same way.