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ANGRY SEX WITH

~THE FIRELORD~

Context: Zuko has been away for weeks because of his duty. You tried being an understanding wife but your patience had it's limits especially because you were both living under the same roof yet you've seen the comet more than his face lately so you went to the room he was staying at to confront him about it.

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Zuko was in a terrible mood before the sun had even set. By the time he stormed out of the last meeting, his patience was already burned to ash.

Another advisor had questioned his judgment. Another general had pushed for aggressive action. Another noble had demanded something trivial as if it mattered more than the stability of the entire nation. The voices piled up, overlapping, suffocating. Each one expecting him to have the perfect answer, the perfect control. And it made him irritable. Sharp. Ready to snap at anything and anyone that moved.

A servant bowed as he passed

“Move,” the word came out harsher than intended, but he didn’t take it back.

Zuko kept walking, boots striking the floor harder than necessary, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His hands curled into fists at his sides, heat prickling under his skin like his firebending wanted an excuse to lash out.

He hated being Fire Lord when it meant losing himself piece by piece. By the time he reached his chambers, all he wanted was silence but as the door opened, he could already feel that the night was far from over.

Standing by the balcony, arms crossed, the night air brushing through her hair. Waiting.

Zuko exhaled slowly, already feeling something shift from irritation to something more complicated. “Why are you here?”

A sharp, humorless chuckle escapes her lips. “Am I not allowed to share a bed with my husband?”

He shut the door a little too hard. “I’ve had a long day—”

“So have I.”

Her voice cut clean through whatever patience he had left.

“Except mine didn’t include ignoring my husband.”

Zuko’s temper flared instantly. “You know I never intended to do that.”

“Of course you didn't.” she turned to face him, voice raised, all the pent up emotions finally exploding right then and there, “You don’t eat with me, you don't sleep in our bed—you avoid me like I'm sort of a plauge!"

“I’m running a nation!” he snapped, frustration finally breaking loose. “Everything depends on me—”

“And what about US?” Her voice cracked as she interrupt his statement. She understood all of that, sure but how long will she turn a blind eye to his negligence.

“Do we just… wait until you remember we exist?”

The anger didn’t leave him. It shifted. Twisted into something heavier.

Zuko dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal. “You think I want this? You think I enjoy being pulled apart every day?”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the easiest thing for you to let go of?”

The room went quiet, tension thick enough to choke on. He stopped pacing, staring at her like he didn’t know whether to argue or apologize.

The silence only gave her room to let out her anger more, "Aang manages to take care of Katara and he's ruling THE WORLD. Before all of your glory, you promi—"

Before she could continue, his hand caught her waist, pushing her against the wall and silencing her with a deepened and forceful kiss.

She shoved at his chest. “LET GO OF ME. I AM NO—" yet again, she was cut off by the same tactic.

The kiss was rough, heated—weeks of distance, frustration, and unspoken longing spilling out all at once. She resisted for barely a heartbeat before giving in—grabbing onto him just as fiercely, fingers clutching his robes like she couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Maybe both.

His hands found the ribbon behind her dress, grounding himself in something real, something his. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging just enough to make him inhale sharply against her lips.

“You don’t get to just—kiss me and fix everything,” she murmured, breath unsteady.

“Just shut up."

Zuko's voice was still angry, clearly still agitated and before she could mutter another comeback, he fell down to his knees, burying himself under her loosened dress and began his feast.

"Z-zuko..." She moans out, her hand covering her mouth in fears of giving in while the other held onto a near table, trying to keep her balance.

"S...stop...ahh..." Her words barely audible as he began to indulge deeper... harder than before. His tounge exploring her folds as if he'd never tasted her before.

It didn't take long before she gave in—reaching her climax. Her long moan echoing throughout the room loud enough for any unfortunate passerby that may wander through the halls.

Knowing that she was satisfied, he got up again, holding her back and grounding her—afraid that she might fall down with those shaking legs of her.

"Don't you—" yet again, he didn't let her finish. He went in for another kiss, letting her taste herself as he finally loosened her dress enough for it to simply trail down her body.

“You’re.... still an idiot,” she muttered. Breath barely there yet her anger clearly present.

Zuko let out a quiet breath yet he didn't speak. He simply took off his clothes, standing bare infront of her—still pressed against the wall

"I won't say things that I might regret," he whispers against her ear, his breath hot as if steam was coming out of it. Before she could react, the Firelord bit down her neck, earning him a broken moan which he was satisfied with.

She tries to push him again, trying to remember his faults despite her clear enjoyment of the moment, "...this isn't how you redeem your honor"

He sighs heavily, brushing his hair back ck before his hand yet again found his way around her waist—not rough, but firm—and the next second, her back was raised against the wall. Zuko caged her in, one hand braced her hips, the other still holding her waist. Heat radiated off him, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in the way that actually felt good.

"Then tell me exactly how I can redeem my honor, my darling..." The Firelord whispers with that same growl, patience growing thin.

She could feel him in between her legs—hardened, throbbing and definitely ready to devour her yet she still refused to give in. After all, he did break his promise of never leaving her alone.

"Just... let me go." She was still breathless yet her tone as demanding as it could be. It irretated Zuko even more yet for some reason, it also turned him on.

The already irretable Firelord couldn't hold it in a second longer and finally snapped—he inserted all of himself without warning, giving her a loud gasp. Being angry as he is, he didn't give her a moment to breath before continuing roughly. His pace was erratic—uncontrolled. It was as if he was making up for lost times.

Her back slid in rhythm to Zuko's thrusts. And so did her moans. Everytime he hit her walls, she screamed out his name in pleasure while digging her nails on her back—deep enough to leave a scar and for everyone to see during his training.

It didn't take long for her to yet again reach her limit, shouting his name with broken curses as she did so. But even after her climax, Zuko's pace never dimmed. Instead, he went faster knowing that she was now heavily sensitive.

His wife tried to mutter words out of defiance but with her husband being persistent as he is, she could only moan out her feelings which gave him a sense of satisfaction.

Soon enough, Zuko was reaching his end too and he made sure she knew about it. His grip tightened around her, his breathing strained and becoming hotter against her skin and most notably, he went deeper in—wanting to secure that none of his heirs spill out.

As he hit her sweet spot, he finally released himself while biting her neck, making sure that it would remain for at least a week.

"F...fuck...you..." She mutters weakly, collapsing against the man's broad shoulders as small droplets of cum escaped through her.

"Still not done? Hah... neither am I."

Without even respite, he made her bend against the table she was holding onto before, ready to fuck the anger out of his beloved wife until she was satisfied.

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New account and new fandom peps!

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Sometimes you just have to daydream about waking up next to your lover. To be able to hold them in your arms. To be able to bury your face in the crook of their neck.

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I hate that I love you

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Word count: 1,278k

Summary: In a world where Simeon lives, they were taught that demons were the worst creatures to have exist and Simeon believed it until he met a certain blonde...

Part 1 of February prompt list for Sateon

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Often on nights when Satan fell asleep first, Simeon would go out the balcony and reminisce how his and Satan's relationship started.

Every year, a group of angels would go travel to the border between heaven and hell to extinguish demons that have lost their way while exploring or had purposely traveled there to cause chaos. They were forced believe that every demon is vile and had no right mind to think properly so they slaughter them all. Ignoring their cries and implores. 

And this year, Simeon turned 15 which means he's old enough to join the quest. He was thrilled to kill a demon. Thrilled to help his people. But before he could accompany his seniors, he had go through a trial. Although ho he had a hard time and it left quite a lot of bruises, he passed with flying colors including fifteen other angels his age.

After the test, they were given a month to prepare for the journey. Simeon waited impatiently, chatted about it 24/7, barely being able to sleep, counted every hour that passes and complained how time moves so slow. There was even a time when he got scolded for not paying  attention while someone was talking to him because he was too busy thinking about the mission.

Finally, after the long wait. A month passed and although Simeon was late because of oversleeping due to the fact that he couldn't sleep cause of excitement, he was still able to join the group. Thanks to Michael's skills for stalling.

Barely halfway to the border, they were already greeted by a group of what used to be powerful demons. Their powers got weakened due to the Celestial realm's divinity. Considering they made it this far, the angels concluded that they were near indomitable demons. Gladly,  they were easy to get rid of now.

After their encounter with the pack, more demons followed. Simeon was quite disappointed because they were told to stay behind and observe for now since it's their first time. But even tho reality didn't meet his expectations, he was obedient and stayed behind.

But that wasn't the case for his other comrade. While he was observing closely yet far enough, he saw his friend separate from the group at the corner of his eye. 

He followed her, hoping to drag her back to the group before she gets in trouble but as he was tailing her, a group of low level demons gathered around him. It was an easy win for the junior angel but because of the ambush, he lost track of his comrade Maria.

After the attack, it was suspiciously quite when he started to look for the teenaged girl. It felt like he was just flying around in circles. He marked a tree to see if it was the same before he continued on flapping his way to look for Maria. And when he saw the marked tree, it was there when it clicked.

The demon who plays illusions. They were taught all about it and the only way to defeat it is to stab it with the sword blessed with divinity. Lucky for the brunette, his sword was one of those who got blessed. Now, the tricky part is to find where the demon is.

After observing his surroundings, he sensed movement behind the bushes. He swiftly threw his sword like a dagger at the cause of the rustling. And just like that, circle way the illusion disappeared. 

Before he was able to catch his breathe, he heard Maria scream. The young angel immediately followed her voice and was led to a petrifying scene.

Maria was on the ground while a high level demon was ready to slaughter her. But before he reached the monster, a blonde figure who seemed to be their age, defeated the demon without a hitch.

After the demon's essence evaporated, the figure was seen more clear. They had horns of that a demon yet a figure of a human. But Simeon didn't take any chances, drew out his sword and pointed it at the being that's standing in front of him. But they dropped their sword and raised their hand, telling him that he was harmless.

But even after the creature's movements, Simeon still continued being cautious while slowly walking towards Maria who lost consciousness.

And before the being was able to explain themselves, Simeon's seniors called his name. And just right before the older angels found them, the blonde disappeared.

When they got home, Simeon was both praised and scolded. He was praised for his bravery and was scolded for not telling the more experienced angels that Maria detached from the group. But in the end, it went by smoothly and he got out unpunished. Well, Maria had a different destiny.

He continued to join the alliance year after year. Hoping that he could see the blonde again. But after years, there was no sign of them. Simeon started loosing hope that he'll ever encounter them again. 

But on this year's expedition, he caught a glimpse of a blonde head. He didn't waste a second and followed them. He flapped and flapped and before he noticed, he entered the demon's territory.

Without knowing the reason, his vision started to blur and breathing became hard. He was expecting to fall on the hard ground but before he completely lost consciousness, he felt like he landed on someone's arms.

Soon after, he woke up to an unfamiliar place. It was clean and lavish yet not the style he was used to. The theme was quite dark. A lot darker than the Celestial realm's architecture.

When he finished exploring the room, the door opened. He tried to grab his sword but it wasn't there. Before he was able to think of what to do, a much older version of the blonde kid he saw stepped in.

It took awhile for Simeon to calm down but when he finally did, Satan explained what happened and introduced himself. Simeon was still doubtful tho and Satan was well aware of it. So he offered to explain how demons truly lived and how almost if not everything they were taught about demons were false. Thankfully, Simeon agreed to it.

After a week of living at Devildom, he realized that demons weren't too bad. Especially Satan. But that doesn't mean he has truly let down his guard. He was fully healed now and was able to get back to Celestial realm. But just to be sure, Satan accompanied him towards the border. He didn't know why but it felt heavy when he walked away from the demon

When Someone got back, he was greeted with cheers and warm smiles. Even the higher ups came up to his return. But now knowing the truth, he didn't felt as comfortable as before.

A year has passed and like every year,  Simeon once again joined the expedition. But not with the same motive as before. Now, he wanted to find out about more about demons and spend more time at Devildom.

And luckily, Satan was just like waiting for him at where he found him last year. And like last year, he again followed Satan to Devildom. 

And this went on year after year until one day, Satan told him something he wanted to say for a long time. That he loved him 

And just like that, the once obedient angel lived with the devil and somewhat became a devil himself too. But not that he minded.

He giggled at his long flashback. After a few minutes of thinking about it again, he yawned and decided to go to bed.

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February Promt list for Sateon

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I hate that I love you

I trusted you

I don't know who I was expecting but it definitely wasn't you

The idea of him

Funny cause same

Drink your medicine

I don't know why we even try

Playing hard to get

Wanna go out somewhere?

You're mine

Two stars shining brightly away from each other

Intersecting lines

I don't want to go

An unexpected date

Love me like there's no tomorrow

You're acting strange lately

Shining brighter than the sun

Green suits you

I don't know why but you make me nervous

The silent treatment

I love you but I'm done

You make me go crazy

Nothing hurts more than this

Never mind

I wanted to tell you but I was too shy

Hey, can we talk?

A voice message

(You guys can choose)

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30 days until I say I love you

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SimeonxSatan aka Sateon

"Hey Asmo, I have something to ask"

"What is it?"

"Well, a friend of mine suddenly told me that he's been feeling weird things around this guy lately."

"What kind of feelings?"

"Well, like whenever he sees him, he gets nervous and gets butterflies"

"Oh. Then, I recommend this 'friend' of yours the 30 days challenge"

"What's that?"

"Basically, you write down how you've been feeling for that certain person for 30 days and on the last day, you read through what you wrote and summarize it. If you think what you've been feeling is love, then you confess. If not then it's up to you"

"That sounds ridiculous but anyways, I'll be going now."

"Bye bye~"

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It was lovely, wasn't it?

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Summary: Satan walks through their favorite path as he recalls the lovely memories he had with his boyfriend

A satanxsimeon fic aka sateon

Word count: 463

Visit my AO3 for more Sateon content: Emeryhaven

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He walks through the old bricked path way that has been long been forgotten. Grass growing out of the cracks that was caused by old age and no maintenance. It hurts him too see how what used to be a sacred garden shared by lovers transitioned into a place where teenagers hang out to practice their graffiti so quickly. It was too fast. He barely managed to brace himself from what was coming.

He continued to wander around, still lost in his thoughts. A few steps away, he saw the now dying tree both carved their initials on.

As started walking towards the old tree, he thought about Simeon's soft giggles when he messed up drawing the heart. He missed his laughters. He missed hearing them every single day.

A few steps later, Satan stood on the place where his late boyfriend wrote his initial on the softwood. The brunette even felt bad because he thought that he carved it too deep and it might harm the sapling. It really was deep but now, it's barely visible.

Satan raised his hand and started tracing the 'S' Simeon carved. 

Oh how he longed for the angel's embrace. His warm cuddles on a rainy night. His soft whispers of comfort whenever he was at his lowest. The sweet taste of his lips that always made him want more. He missed them all.

If there was a way to bring him back, Satan would risk it all without hesitation. But once Simeon took his last breathe, there was no way of getting him back. Angels have no souls and when they die, they simply stop existing. Unlike humans that may come back again as other versions of themselves.

Before he knew it, tears started rolling down his cheeks one by one.

It's almost been a millennia since Simeon passed yet it only seemed like yesterday. The pain was too vivid. He was still able to remember every single detail of the event. And he hated it. He hated it so much to the point where he almost messed with his grimoire just to forget it. 

He started wiping his tears away. Not wanting it to be puffy. He didn't want his brothers to know that he cried. They all thought that he was already over the angel long ago and if they found out it wasn't true then they'll all give him that stupid look again.

"For fuck's sake Simeon why did you leave? You promised forever with me yet you left me behind with these memories that I can't forget... memories that I don't want to forget," he cursed at the air as tears started to form once again.

He fell onto his knees, not being able to suppress the bottled up emotions anymore.

[emsorigworks]

theres only like 3 people who ship satan x simeon and i feel so bad about that. if you ever fall out of sateon i promise to carry the torch with content of my own even if i do not play obey me that much. godspeed.

Oh Anon. I'll remember your promise. You better keep it. Tho, I doubt I'll fall out of Sateon anytime soon. Unless someone introduces me to a more interesting ship then hehe.... but I promise I'll make shit tons of content before I go

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The book of you and I

Summary: Long ago before the exchange program, Satan read a book about a love between a demon and an angel Words:541

A book was slightly sticking out of the shelf which caught the demon's attention. And because curiosity got the better of him, he took it and started reading the title.

'The book of you and I'

He has never seen a book as peculiar as this. The binding was in rather old condition yet the binding technique was something that was newly invented. The cover was also quite unusual. It was all black with golden marble design.

Without wasting another moment, Satan took the book and started reading it.

The contents were rather boring but there was something that made him continue on reading it. Like a siren's voice luring him to dive even deeper into the words of the book.

He got so lost in the story that he barely even noticed that it was already sundown and he was still around in the middle of the story

He desperately wanted to read the entire story today but he knew that he'd get in major trouble if he brings another book home and he can't continue reading here since he was just told that the library will have to close early today due to repairing circumstances. He placed the book in the shelf where he found it and he decided to just come back tomorrow and continue it then.

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It was the next day and Satan went to the library and as soon as he entered the building, he started marching towards the shelf he left the book. He was quite excited finally to finish it. He wanted to know if the angel and demon managed to achieve their well deserved happy ending or will they lose and end up saying their last goodbyes and exchanging their last kiss but as he was about to take it, it was nowhere to be found.

He asked the librarian about it but it seemed like she doesn't know what he was talking about. He explained further and even summarized the contents of the book but the librarian was truly confident that no such book exists in her library.

Disheartened, Satan went back home with a solemn expression and re-read some books in his room instead

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A couple of hundred years has passed and the exchange program had finally began.

And when the program began, Satan started having terrible deja vus and he even predicted that Mammon would get fooled by a human into a pact.

Although useful, in some cases, it bothered him immensely so he began to search for a cure and as he was trying to find the remedy for it, when he looked up from the book he was reading, he got caught in the most enchanting blue eyes he has ever seen.

He started walking towards the brunette, like a magnet pulling him closer.

Wait-

He remembers this somewhere

Deja Vu struck once again and this time, he also remembered why he knew all the future events. It was just the mysterious book he read a few hundred years back.

And as he recalled the contents of the book, he looked at the brunette across the room and he perfectly matched the description of his supposedly soon-to-be boyfriend. The one who he'll swear to protect until the end

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I never meant to fall in love

Summary:No matter how much you try, you can't stop what's destined to happen Words:516 SatanxSimeon

Fighting our own feelings can be one of the hardest battles we'll have to face during our life time and Satan was well aware of that. But Despite that fact, he was determined to fight until the end.

He tried to avoid Simeon as much as he can yet despite his efforts, their paths somehow always managed to intertwine with each other.

He figured that he'd try another method in order to discard his so called feelings.

He tried to pick up a hobby in attempt so distract himself so that he can forget about his little crush on the angel. It was somewhat working but a week later, Simeon also took interest in the the thing Satan was doing and asked him if he could help. Which he agreed to.

All his current progress was thrown out the window.

Months has passed and the feeling grew enormous that it was becoming painful. So he finally decided to tell the brunette how he felt.

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After their last class for the day, he Invited Simeon to go out with him to this place called "Moon's View," that just newly opened. It was a rooftop dining place that had the best view of the moon.

Simeon agreed since he didn't have plans for the night

While on their way there he was rather calm. At least on the outside but inside, he was rather nervous, shaking, panicking. But no matter how he felt, he knew that he had to do this now or never.

After they arrived and found a seat, the waiter gave them the menu and they started ordering. After they've chosen, the waiter listed their orders and while waiting for their food to arrive, they chatted about the hobby they both recently took interest in.

After awhile, the food finally arrived and they started to dig in.

Once they have finished eating, they both decided to stay and admire the moon for just a bit more. Which was Satan's plan in the first place. He was glad that it actually worked.

As Simeon gazed at the moon, Satan stood behind him, starting at him in awe.

Simeon glanced at him but gladly, he was fast enough to look at the sky. And as his heart pounds, he started admiring the night sky. Those dancing heavenly bodies that never seems to fade away, the shooting stars that's travel far and wide, freely exploring the depths of the universe. The full moon that's light never waivers, it truly was a celestial phenomenon. Just like the angel.

He looked at the angel once again and decided that it was finally time. He took a deep breath and started slowly walking towards the angel with shaky hands and called his name to get his attention.

Simeon turned to face the blonde demon and asked what the matter was.

Another sigh was released and he paused for a moment before nervously confessing his love.

Simeon's looked shocked and conflicted and he didn't really know what to do. So, he hugged him gently and apologized cause he already loves another man.

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I will love you. Always and forever

SimeonxSatan

Ao3: emerysjournal Summary: A forbidden love is bound to end one way or another Notes: I've laid in my bed for 30 minutes and I couldn't sleep but I did thought of this idea So basically, this is an au where the student exchange program never happened but Simeon and Satan somehow managed to meet each other. Sounds romantic, yeah? Well it is but it's forbidden They wanted to continue but they knew that it would be too much of a risk. Because not only them but also their loved ones will be involved if they ever get discovered so they decided to end it for good. And what you'll be reading is their final goodbyes to each other. Words: 655

He's always thrilled whenever he walks through this path. The warm midnight breeze, wild flowers blooming on random places, rusty old chairs, the broken bricks that somehow keeps increasing every time he comes and the big dead dead that people fought for in order not to get taken down because of its legends.

Not long after looking around the place, savoring every moment, he spots a familiar figure running towards him.

He had a big smile plastered on his face, ready to greet the angel with a big warm hug but it soon faded when he saw the tears rolling down his lover's cheeks.

"What happened?"

He asked him, voice full of worry and concern.

But the angel didn't reply. Instead, he continued on crying, not being able to mutter out a single word.

The demon didn't hesitate to pull Simeon closer to him and gave him a hug while drawing circles on his back, comforting him. He was really worried and had no clue as to what happened but he kept his composure and patiently waited for his boyfriend to calm down.

After Simeon finally stopped crying, he started explaining what happened. He told him about how Micheal knew about their relationship and threatened him that if he wouldn't stop meeting Satan, then he'll tell the higher ups which could lead to grave punishment.

Satan got surprised. He didn't expect that their supposedly perfect night would turn out like this.

As Simeon wiped off the few tears that were remaining, Satan just stared at the void, mind empty, barely could even process a single thought. Which Simeon noticed so he called his name. The blonde snapped out off his own world and turned his attention back to his boyfriend.

They soon then began to discuss what they should do about this matter.

Hours have passed yet they've only found one solution that's going to solve everything. They've tried to predict what would happen if they fought but no matter how many strategies they've created, it always leads not only to their doom but also including their loved ones.

They both stared at each other in defeat. Still denying the fact of what's about to happen.

Well, in the end no matter how many turns and curves we take, the truth can't be escaped. It was honestly their fault in the first place. They knew how risky it was yet they still continued on blindly, being cocky, believing that they are able to defeat the world if they just stuck together but little did they know that their love wasn't as special or as strong as they thought it was. And it'll be a hard pill to swallow for the both of them once they realize it.

Tears started rolling down Simeon's face once more and Satan gently wiped it away while holding back tears of his own.

They shared their last moments together in silence, feeling each other's warmth for the last time.

Hours has passed and alas, it was finally time for Simeon to go back.

They both held each other tightly, treasuring their last embrace before exchanging their final kiss. After exchanging a few words to one another, Simeon stood up from where they were sitting and so did Satan. There were no tears involved this time. Only warm smiles that they'll remember forever.

The angel was about to walk away from the demon and towards the gates of  Celestial realm but he couldn't help himself but to give his boyfriend another kiss which Satan gladly returned.

Soon after another few sets of words, Simeon started walking again towards the Celestial realm and as he was about to go in, he looked back at Satan with a warm smile while waving goodbye.

Satan watched as the angel faded with the light. After Simeon was nowhere to be seen anymore, he fell down onto to his knees and released the bottled up pain.

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Be careful what you wish for

Finally, after making his wish, everything went back as it used to be before the fall. But at what cost?

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"So, let me get this clear. You'll grant me a wish?"

Asked Simeon to the flying spirit that came out of the bottle he found on the streets while walking home.

"Yep, any wish at all. But remember, you should always think it through. Once it has been granted, it cannot be undone"

The genie warned him.

He didn't really need to think it through tho because Simeon already has a wish in mind and he was positive that the it will benefit everyone.

"I want everything to go back to normal! When the fall didn't happen."

He told the genie confidently, no room for hesitation in his voice.

"Are you sure about that?"

The genie asked him, giving him one last chance to back out.

"Yes. A hundred percent sure"

"Alright, then. Your wish is my command!!"

Shouted the genie as they snapped their fingers. Purple smoke soon blinded and suffocated Simeon for a quick moment but as soon as the purple fog faded away, he was greeted by the blinding sunlight of the celestial realm.

He couldn't believe it! He was back home.

Wait-

He started running towards Lucifer's favorite hanging out place with the brothers and there he saw them all playing joyfully.

He laughed out loud. Happy that his wish has been granted.

He started walking towards the six angels and greeted them one by one. He noticed that someone was missing so he asked Lucifer about it.

"Hey Luci, where's Satan?"

"Who's that?"

Simeon eyes widened as he recalled how Satan was created.

'No. No. No. No. No.'

He started to internally panic. He thought that he already figured the ups and downs of this possibility. He couldn't believe that he was so stupid. It was such an obvious thing yet he managed to overlook it.

"Simeon, are you alright?"

Asked Lucifer with a worried expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself for a bit,"

He told the eldest before walking away towards an empty feild. When he got there, he looked around for any other angel and couldn't find any. So, as soon as he was positive that he's alone, he started shouting.

"HEY! GENIE! PLEASE COME BACK"

He shouted at the air. But after a few minutes of waiting, no one responded. So he tried to call out for them again. Hoping that they can hear his cries but he soon remembers what they said. The warning they gave him. As he recalled it, tears started rolling down his cheek.

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Being a monster doesn't necessarily make you bad

A Sateon fic Ch. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 TW: Very slight mention of blood when Satan cuts his hand accidentally note: I accidentally posted this on my other account XC. And i hate doing tags sm

He could feel all stares that were laid upon him. Discriminating, insolent, ill-mannered, uncouth stares. Judging his every move, silently telling him his existence was just a waste, a mistake. Telling him that he was nothing more than an inferior duplicate of Lucifer.

‘Stop! Stop! Stop!’

He silently cried

He had enough. He was too tired of it all

Tired of all the assumptions of who he truly was. All the rumors surrounding him that were nowhere near to be true. Why can’t anyone just understand him? To just listen to all his woes and bruises

“Hey Satan, darling, are you alright? You look quite pale”

Ah

Wait

There is someone

Someone who understands and cherishes him greatly

Someone who actually treats him equally or maybe even more

But why?

Why would someone care for him to that extent?

Because of…… love?

Someone loves him?

The avatar of wrath?

The monster who can’t even control his own emotions?

Impossible

He was nothing more than a beast, a gruesome beast that’s a much lesser existence of an omnipotent being

“Hey Darling, why aren’t you answering?”

His mind was traveling so far that he forgot that the angel was standing in front of him

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was thinking about something and I guess I dived in too deep”

He told him the half-truth. Along with a soft yet nervous chuckle

He didn’t want to lie to his partner nor did he want to tell him what was truly happening. Because he knows how the angel would react. It’d be too much and probably make his situation worse

“What were you thinking about?”

His lover asked him, eyes full of worry, care, and concern

“Nothing important, really”

Lies

“Alright then, I believe you. But if there’s anything wrong, promise that you’ll tell me”

“I promise”

The brunette gave his boyfriend a warm smile then a peck on the cheek

“Alright then, we better get to class now before it’s too late”

“Yeah, you’re right”

He agreed with a soft giggle

They both made their way into the classroom just in time before the bell rang.

The Class was the same as always. Took a couple of notes, the teacher endlessly discussing things that he already learned long ago via reading books, and it wouldn’t be a regular class without Mammon getting in trouble and it seemed like today he got in trouble because he kept throwing pencils at Levi to bother him so that he can borrow money. Typical Mammon.

The bell rang once again. Indicating that class was finally over. Simeon already informed Satan that he couldn't have him for lunch today because he promised Luke he’d go with him to help with his project. The demon understood that he had responsibilities but he couldn’t help but feel upset about it.

As soon as he stepped in the cafeteria, again, he could feel stares and whispers that were directed at him.

‘The angel isn’t with him today’

‘I told you they’d break up. How would a holy being truly treasure a monster like him’

‘Oh look, it’s that blonde copy of Lucifer’

‘Hey, it’s Satan. Keep your voice down. I heard he kill demons just because they annoy him’

‘What a monster’

‘Hideous’

‘Monstrous’

Satan glared at all of them which made them all quiet and minded their own businesses. But even with that, he couldn’t help but nail the dreadful things that were said about him in his head.

‘Maybe Simeon really doesn’t love me? What if he was forced to be with me. Like it’s like a mission or a trial or something.’

Intrusive thoughts filled his head as other demons started staring at him again. Staring at him with those piercing stares.

“Hey Satan you seem to be out of it again, are you sure you’re alright?”

A soft and gentle hand was laid on his shoulder but as his head was filled with demonic whispers, he wasn’t able to see who it was and slapped away the hand that was meant to comfort him.

When he finally managed to recollect his thoughts and was able to think clearly again, all he saw was Simeon with a shocked and hurt expression. Once again, the demonic whispers came back which overwhelmed him. He didn’t know what to do. It was overstimulating. All the eyes in the room darted at him, whispering, mocking, ridiculing, disrespecting him.

Satan wasn’t able to do anything but run. Ran away from what? Was it because of the overwhelming crowd or the look Simeon gave him?

What was it?

Was it the thought of rejection, non-acceptance, of not being able to fit in?

He ran, ran, and ran until he reached HoL. He didn’t mean to come back here yet but he didn’t know where else to go. So he went in and hid.

Hid from everything he should’ve faced directly.

But it’s better this way, right?

Wrong

The silence made it worse. It made the whispers louder, blasting, deafening. As he recalled Simeon’s expression, it made it much, much worse. The voice started aggravating the upheaval whispers of the students.

He couldn’t help but to cover his ears and curl up into a ball.

Hours pass by and a knock can be heard from his door. But he ignored it. Choosing to be alone than to have someone to just mock and judge him. Soon enough, the knocking finally stopped.

It made Satan release a sigh of relief. He was glad that the person behind the door didn’t force themself in.

He stood up from his bed and started to look for a book. Hoping that it could distract him from those hellish thoughts.

But it didn’t

Each turn of the page, the louder the voices became. Every word that he read, reminded him of the insulting phrases said about him.

He couldn’t take it anymore and threw away the book which landed on the picture of him and Simeon.

The sounds of breaking glass once again reminded him how much of a monster he was.

Small droplets of tears started rolling down his cheek as he fell down onto his knees. Drowning, suffocating in the pool of dark thoughts his mind created.

He laid down back on his bed and started drifting to sleep.

He woke up to a bright ray of light flashing onto his face. It was already late yet no one woke him up. Well, it was to be expected either way.

Standing up, he felt dizzy. Probably because of all the crying last night. He started stretching out and as he was doing it, he saw the broken photo frame. He stopped what he was doing and started collecting the broken glass that was on the floor.

‘Ah’

As crimson red blood started dripping from his palm, he recalled the time when Simeon panicked when he cut his hand from a broken plate when they were washing the dishes.

The thought made him chuckle.

Simeon.

He started thinking about the angel once again and thought that he wouldn’t want to see him after what happened. After all, he looked really hurt.

He spent the entire afternoon in his room again. Tormenting himself even further. Fighting with his inner demons but clearly failing.

Another knock can be heard. And like yesterday, he tried to ignore it. But this time, the knock was more persistent and he got too annoyed to ignore it any further.

“Go away!”

He shouted at the person behind the door. Voice full of anger and rage.

“Darling, it’s me. We’re all worried about you. Please open the door”

It was Simeon.

He stood up and went to the door but as he grabbed the doorknob, intrusive thoughts began to fill his head once again.

‘Do you remember what the students said? That you’re a monster?’

‘You’re corrupting him then he’ll soon realize it and leave you without even looking back.’

‘He’s just using you. That’s why he’s giving you attention. Haven’t you learned from the past? They’re all the same. Foolish to think of you that he’s an exception.’

‘A monster like you doesn’t deserve to be loved.’

He froze and stared at the void. Head full of demonic whispers.

“Satan, please talk to me”

He couldn’t hear anything except a muffled voice calling out to him.

“Hey, are you still there?"

Simeon cried out to him once more.

This time, Satan regained his ability to hear but not his logical thinking.

“I already told you to go away. I don’t need anyone and I especially don’t need you."

He impulsively shouted at him behind the door.

The angel started walking away, footsteps becoming fainter and fainter by second until Satan couldn’t hear him anymore.

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WIP

(Story Summary: Satan pushes away Simeon because he thought that he was being a burden to him and then he didn't realize that it was hurting Simeon too much and then finally, Simeon had enough and snaps)

He could feel all stares that were laid upon him. Discriminating, insolent, ill- mannered, uncouth stares. Judging his every move, silently telling him his existence was just a waste, a mistake. Telling him that he was nothing more than an inferior duplicate of Lucifer.

‘Stop! Stop! Stop!’

He silently cried

He had enough. He was too tired of it all

Tired of all the assumptions of who he truly was. All the rumors surrounding him that were nowhere near to be true. Why can’t just anyone understand him? To just listen to all his woes and bruises

“Hey Satan, darling, are you alright? You look quite pale”

Ah

Wait

There is someone 

Someone who understands and cherishes him greatly 

Someone who actually treats him equally or maybe even more

But why?

Why would someone care for him to that extent?

Because of…… love?

Someone loves him?

The avatar of wrath?

The monster who can’t even control his own emotions?

Impossible

He was nothing more than a beast, a gruesome beast that’s a much lesser existence of an omnipotent being

“Hey Darling, why aren’t you answering?”

His mind was traveling so far that he forgot that the angel was standing in front of him “Oh, I’m sorry, I was thinking about something and I guess I dived in too deep”

He told him the half truth. Along with a soft yet nervous chuckle 

He didn’t want to lie to his partner nor did he want to tell him what truly was happening. Because he knows how the angel would react. It’d be too much and probably make his situation worse

Update: Chapter 1 has been posted it can be found in this blog and my 

Ao3: emerysjournal

[emsorigworks]

okay okay so 

Satan pushes away Simeon because he thought that he was being a burden due to the fact that he was the avatar of wrath and that he was brainwashed by the bad things about him things that was said by others and then he didn't realize that it was hurting Simeon too much and then finally Simeon had enough and snaps

Writing this fanfic after doing my unfinished school works

Update: I'm going to write this AFTER I sleep. I really wanna start rn but I don't want to snooze during class 😅😅😅

Update: Chapter 1 has been posted it can be found in this blog and my Ao3: emerysjournal

[emsorigworks]

Barely any content about my current favorite ship? That's alright!

I'll make them myself

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Immortality 

 Some say it’s a curse, while others say that it’s a blessing 

 As for Solomon, he considers it as both.

 Although his long life has given him all the time he needed to fill up his hunger for knowledge and power, it was inevitable for him to feel lonely most of the time. 

 Sure, he had a few acquaintances, but they left his side long ago. In truth, he’d already forgotten some of them. 

Including the promises he swore he’d never forget 

 And he hated himself for that. 

He hated himself for not being able to remember the best memories he made with his most precious loved ones. 

 He regretted the fact that he didn’t write every little detail and every single word that was said during those precious events.

 But deep down he knows, he knows that no matter how many books he writes, no matter how many photos he takes, he’ll never be able to fully preserve all the emotions, feelings and the warmth he felt during those scenes.

 The torment of a never ending life is infinite.

 Each day that passes, a new problem arises.

Solomon was already all too familiar with that fact