#every day in heaven is a happy day isn't that right? ⸢ 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 / hellverse. ⸥

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"Raph--" Michael lightly scratched at his cheek as he tried to find the words. "You... make really good eggs." IM SORRY

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"I don't even understand you half the time." // Michael just being a hardhead I’m sorry Raph

angry &&. irritated. // @hellishvxbes currently accepting !!

raphael's gaze only shifted slightly. he was used to the jabs and poking from michael whenever he felt the need to let loose of some of the anger he felt, and knew he couldn't without causing trouble for the other seraphs or their father. he was a perfect punching bag it seemed, and if raphael had been younger, perhaps it would have bothered him more than what it did now. perhaps it wasn't the healthiest way to cope - for either of them, really, but raphael only shrugged and continued back to what was keeping him occupied.

" you don't have to. " he stated simply, " if you would want to understand me, you would want to try. if you don't, you don't have to understand me. " and if michael WANTED to, raphael would teach him, go slower for him and explain himself to him. perhaps when he was younger, a little more careless while lucifer was still around, he would have done anything to have michael understand him just a little bit.

raphael was old now, far-grown. sure, he had his childish moments, but he'd learned quite quickly from lucifer's example to not beg people to understand him. it wasn't worth it if no one wanted to listen.

raphael slid out the over-easy eggs onto the porcelain plate, just as michael wanted. next to it were two slices of perfectly toasted bread and he was offered jam or butter to spread on his toast. " all you have to understand is i'm here when you need me. " he reassured michael. no, this wasn't the perfect image of their general and his subordinate, but heaven wasn't as perfect as everyone enjoyed making it out to be. it wasn't always a happy day in heaven, it wasn't always singing and praising.

in the depths of it all, there was belittling, willful ignorance, and there was hate in most of their cores. adam and the exorcists were a perfect example. michael was picture perfect as well, but raphael never admitted it outwardly. perhaps it was the fact he was so lovesick over this angel, but he wasn't so blind to his behavior and actions.

" and if you don't need or want me, all you have to do is tell me to fuck off. " as much as it pained him to admit it, he would leave on michael's orders. if he truly didn't want him around, raphael would only bow his head and leave without another word. "till then," he placed the silverware next to michael on a pristinely folded napkin and pressed a small kiss atop his head.

" i'm right here by your side. "

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#he actually DOES sleep in this verse #in his OG he'd only sleep if you drugged him fdnslfndsfs

his thighs are great pillows michael

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❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ // this is the nicest I could find for him 😭 Michael at Raph

platonic sentences. // @hellishvxbes currently accepting !!

it was hard to tell if michael was being affectionate, offering his attempts towards a compliment. the angel was far different compared to most of them, who were naturally affectionate and adoring. he was straightforward and unbending. even sera revealed some tenderness when it came to emily. but michael? michael didn't show anything towards anyone. raphael couldn't even be too sure if he had for lucifer when he was still around.

the most michael ever offered was annoyance towards raphael - even now. he considered him an idiot, but it was under his wing. a back-handed compliment he supposed. it was the most he'd possibly ever get out of him.

" yours, huh? " he repeated with a slight tilt of his head. " i thought i'd possibly the last thing you'd want to keep. " he chuckled softly, brushing off the self-deprecation towards his own words. sometimes it did feel like that, that michael really didn't want him around or that raphael was just a nuisance he dealt with simply because he had no choice but to.

of course, raphael never let his doubt show. he knew better than to reveal any sort of doubt or weakness around michael. so, he did what he did best: laughed and made a fool of himself. he felt more like a jester some days than a high seraphim, but it kept their scrutinizing eyes off him.

even michael's.

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🌿 // from Michael for Raph

holiday prompts. // @hellishvxbes currently accepting !!

the angels in heaven were getting a little stir-crazy as the holidays were approaching. raphael was in and out of the city, in and out of the throne room -- in and out of heaven's gates that peter's face was basically carved into the back of his head at this point as he welcomed him and bid him farewell every time. some of the younger, lower-ranking, angels went a little crazy with the decorating, streamers and tinsel everywhere - of course praises of the father's son, cheer and giddiness was bursting at the seems of their home. of course with the decorating and happiness came some mischievousness here and there.

as raphael was coming back with michael, having talking him down from his temper flaring up (something with him and adam, raphael had caught the tail-end of their conversation. adam likely saying something vulgar as he always had, and michael's purity being simply disgusted in his presence). raphael was kind for them both when other angels bowed or waved to them in greeting, some cheerfully giggling as they skipped past. he smiled, greeted them and nodded towards their direction each time, despite michael had kept his nose to their air as he always had while trotting along. for such a small angel, he was quick on his feet.

they'd stopped just before entering the counsel room, head's barely underneath the doorframe, and raphael blinked quizzically towards the smaller male. before they could start, continue, end -- really do anything. there was that familiar squeal of the young seraphim that joined their ranks recently. emily was excitedly clapping her hands and giggling, pointing out that they were caught under mistletoe; to which both raphael and michael raised their heads like baby birds looking for their mother. wide-eyed, slightly flustered, raphael held his hands up in defense, ready to tell michael that he didn't have to participate in a very-human tradition.

he wasn't sure if it was the pressure of the young seraphim or michael's pride, but his hands were quickly slapped away and the hem of his robes were yanked on to pull him down (not that it were hard for michael to go up on his toes, raphael was hardly much taller than him). the kiss wasn't anything spectacular, groundbreaking . . . but it still had raphael turning so bright that he was vaguely sure there was a halo of light surrounding his body.

shit, shit, shit.

it was barely even a kiss to the lips - more closer to his cheek than anything else. but lord, just the small feeling of michael's lips against his skin had his knees buckling.

calm down.

before michael could drop him, raphael had pressed his own awkward little kiss to the soft rounded cheek. he was careful to not smear any makeup on his fair skin, and even more careful to not make more of a scene than what he had in his reactions. smiling awkwardly as michael dropped his robes, raphael took it upon himself to brush out the creases from a strong fist.

" perhaps we should take that down? i wouldn't want the wrong person being caught under this. " he suggested, as if it michael wasn't the very person who was not ever meant to be caught said plant.