#raphael + oc

[wild-cardiac-arrest]

The whole page, filled with the angels interacting with the mercs

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Shaken

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A short chapter, but there's bigger stuff coming.

Everest's smile wavered as he heard Raphael sniffle quietly. He realised with stupor that the human was crying, and it was like the blood in his veins had turned to ice. Why ? Why was Raphael crying? He could barely think straight, pain pulsing through his mouth. It was his fault if Raphael was sad. But why ? He had just fixed everything, and made sure such a terrible thing would never happen again.

Maybe... Maybe it wasn't enough. After all, his fangs would grow back. Maybe Raphael wanted something more definitive ? Everest could still remember the day the hunter had poured liquid silver down his throat, melting his insides. It had been the worst pain he had ever felt in his life, by far. At least, what little he remembered of it. But... Maybe, if it was necessary, he could accept it again. He would need to be held down, but he was ready to do anything to convince Raphael to keep him.

Anything.

Lost in his somber thoughts, Everest flinched as he felt the human's hands cup his face, and he leaned into the touch, desperately. He would be good. He would be the bestest monster. He just needed a chance to prove it. But Raphael spoke, his voice shaking slightly, almost pleading.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm stupid, I should've seen it coming. Ev', I'd never wish for you to hurt yourself, or to be hurt by anyone. I love you kid, you need to believe me."

It took him a few seconds to take in the words, tears running down his cheeks. He had messed up ? He had failed, again ? And Raphael was blaming himself ? Everything was so wrong, so far from the norm that had been branded in his mind. For the first time since the human had first brought him home, Everest began to understand. Maybe, the iron laws that had been burned and cut into him were not entirely true. It was a lot to take in, and he started to sob, melting into the human's arms.

Raphael's vision of their relationship suddenly shifted. He refused to believe Everest only saw him as another master though, the way the small vampire came to him after a nightmare was a proof of it. But the conviction that he was somewhat less than a person was still strong in his mind, and had deep roots.

It would take time for it to change. And Raphael would have to play a more important role. But for that, he needed to know. What exactly had been done to Everest, to make him like this. A child, in a man's body, who saw himself as vermin.

But for the moment, dams were breaking, and they were crying in each other's arms

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[helio-art]

☀️Tiny Raphaël meeting Warcury in his full yokai form for the first time ☀️

Zadkiel | Hanael | Raphael | Cassiel | Camael |

[crims]

Young Raphael and his girl at the turn up function 🎭

[wild-cardiac-arrest]

Drew some of the mercs in dresses to prove to myself that I can do it without twink-ifying them.

I don't think I succeeded with heavy, but you know what? I'm learning, with enough time I can finally get it completely.

I like this one quite a bit, I love drawing sun dresses. And Sniper has a body type similar to my husbands (without the autopsy scars) and I legit just used my husband as reference.

Don't question it.

And lastly, my favorite. Mostly because I saw similar art that thinned him down a lot. I wanted to prove that even I, a learning artist could draw men in dresses without twink-ifying them. Men are so hard to draw when all I did for 10 years was draw women and thinner men. But I think I succeeded with this one! Very proud of myself.

Don't question the thigh highs. I can't explain my motive.

Some full page as proof of my art

Oh yeah, Raphael's here because he's got a different body type than I'm used to drawing (Ahem- Women) so yeah.

Feast I guess.

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Writing whump means that I need to draw fluff right after. The balance of the universe depends on it.

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Did a little something to go with this chapter

See ? I can draw my blorbos happy!

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Accident

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Long chapter today ! ≈1500 words. It's the 40th chapter already, thanks for sticking around for so long !

CW: PTSD, blood loss, blood drinking, light depiction of puking.

It had been an accident, just an accident.

When the knock on the front door echoed through the house, Raphael and Everest were both dozing off on the worn couch, one exhausted by his day at work and the other because the sun was still up, despite the late hour. The vampire wasn't a fan of the summer, even if Raphael had promised him that as soon as he'd be on holidays, they'd both go on a trip, somewhere. Wherever.

Everest's ear twitched as there was a second knock, louder, more insistent. His human stood up and patted his shoulder reassuringly, before walking to the door.

"Yeah, 'coming."

He knew the small vampire must be terrified, given his reaction the last time someone showed up at the door, and he tried to act confidently. But he struggled to keep his facade as he opened the door, coming face to face with two men in hunter uniforms. The dark leather clothes and the glimmering silver gears made them look intimidating, but their stern expressions were even more terrifying. Raphael frowned, but didn't have time to speak before one of them shoved his phone in his face.

"This vampire. It's on the run, we've been told that it'd been seen in the neighborhood. You don't happen to know where it is ?"

It was a picture of Everest, but the vampire was almost unrecognisable. Curled up in the cell Raphael had found him in, but covered in burns and blisters from head to toes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. There was no reasoning with these men. He took the little card he kept in his phone like a treasure, the one with his picture and Everest's, and the governmental stamp. The one that allowed his vampire to live. He silently handed it to the hunter, who frowned and scowled as he recognised it.

"It... You know it's dangerous, right? The moment you lower your guard, it will rip out your throat without hesitation. It's a monster."

Raphael held back a scoff at the idea. His vampire ? The small creature, blind, unable to process blood ? Sure. He took back his card and pocketed it, nodding politely at the hunter's words.

"Sure. I'll make sure to call you if you're ever needed. Thanks for the warning."

It really looked like the other man wanted to argue, but Raphael didn't give him time, closing the door in his face. His heart pounding, he waited a moment, only releasing a shaky breath when he heard the sound of an engine starting, and driving into the distance. They wouldn't come back, wouldn't dare to go against an official document. At least, he really hoped so.

When he was sure that they were gone, he finally relaxed, and returned to the living room. The couch was empty, of course. Everest must've heard, maybe he even recognised the voice or smell of one of his tormentors. Raphael couldn't imagine what kind of horrors it might've reminded him of, still shocked by the photograph they had shown him. And how it was normal. They considered it *normal* to torture even the most harmless vampire, just because of what he was.

The human brushed away his dark thoughts, focusing on the main problem. He took the stairs, his heart pounding as he checked Everest's room. It was empty, but at least the window was closed, unlike last time. Thankfully, the vampire was still inside the house. And he knew where.

There was this place, Raphael had already found him there a few mornings, after particularly violent nightmares. A little nest, hidden between the two washing machines in the laundry room. It was warm and dark, a cocoon of clean sheets. It felt safe.

He knelt there, pushing away the piles of neatly folded clothes, just enough to see the trembling shape curled up against the wall. Everest's eyes were open, as milky as always, but he didn't seem to notice the human. Raphael frowned, and called out in a low, gentle voice:

"Hey buddy ? Everything's alright, they're gone. They can't hurt you anymore, remember ? You're safe. You're safe."

Despite the calm repetition, the words didn't seem to reach the vampire, small whimpers slipping from his slightly parted lips. It was like he wasn't even there, locked up in his own, tiny world.

Raphael's mistake was only driven by his good intentions. He didn't know how to help, but he remembered that their nightly cuddles always calmed down Everest after his nightmares. So he reached out and took his arm, gently tugging him closer. And that's when he snapped.

A sharp pain, pulsing through his arm. Raphael stared blankly at the vampire, whose mouth was firmly clamped over his wrists, sharp fangs buried in his flesh. He was so taken aback that he didn't even try to pull away at first, absentmindedly noticing the blood slowly dripping down onto the white sheets. The pain brought him back to reality quite quickly though; Everest was biting down hard. There was no way he could pry him away.

"Y-you need to let go. You're hurting me, Everest. It hurts. A... A lot."

The human almost felt like his wrist was gonna snap from the pressure, if the vampire didn't drain him of his blood first. He was already starting to grow lightheaded. And Everest wasn't showing any sign of stopping, his blind eyes wide and blank, empty of all recognition.

But before Raphael passed out, the small creature started to tremble violently, retching as the blood reached his stomach. His fangs dislodged from the human's arm, who immediately scooted back, watching with a mix of relief and worry as Everest started to gag, the blood he had just ingested burning him from inside.

Raphael had never seen him in such a state, as the vampire sobbed and whimpered, blood dripping down his chin in waves. And he had taken quite a lot of it. He watched from his spot on the floor as Everest heaved in agony. His heart ached with sympathy, but he couldn't do anything but wait until he had expelled all of it.

On all four, the hybrid's stomach started to calm down, finally empty. He continued to retch for a moment, tears mixing with the blood on his face. And only then, he dared to look up at Raphael, his entire body shaking as his milky eyes met the human's.

The latter was reassured to see that he was back, but his heart broke at the sheer fear etched on his face. He was terrified. Raphael hesitantly reached out, feeling like his hand weighed a ton. He was cold. Everest must've taken really a lot of blood.

But as his fingers brushed against the vampire's arm, he flinched away with a sob.

He had bitten. He had bitten Raphael, the only human who had shown him kindness. He had bitten, like some rabid animal, losing all control.

So when he touched him, Everest flinched. This was it, Raphael was going to punish him. He deserved it, for being a monster, he knew it. He deserved everything that had happened to him. But he was so scared. He cowered on the floor, the blood clinging to his skin as he shook, his body wracked with silent sobs. The silence stretched, cold and threatening. And then...

"Hey sweetheart. It's okay, it was an accident, aight ? I'm fine. I'm not angry at you."

God, he sounded so tired. A nap sure sounded like a good idea right now, but it was unthinkable for him to leave Everest alone in this state.

"Let's get us cleaned up. I... I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that, right ? I swear I'll never hurt you."

Raphael waited anxiously for any kind of response. It was obvious that the hunters' visit had brought back a lot of awful memories to the vampire, and he was still processing the shock. And, for some reason, he was scared of him. The idea was horrifying to him, that the small creature he considered as the child he had never had was afraid of him. Thought he was going to hurt him.

That's why he was so relieved when he felt Everest's hands shakily gripping at the front of his shirt. He wrapped his arms around him, feeling the way his body quaked uncontrollably. Oh god, he was becoming really tired. The wound on his wrist wasn't bleeding anymore, but he could feel darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna need to rest a bit before I get you a shower. I love you buddy, it's insane but I do. I'd never hurt you, never."

Raphael stood up, his legs wobbling a bit. His clothes were bloodstained, but he decided that he didn't care as he stumbled toward his bedroom, Everest still gripping his shirt tightly, his expression twisted in worry and guilt as Raphael collapsed on his bed. The human groggily looked up and gestured at him to come close. As the vampire nuzzled his shoulder, he smiled and spoke reassuringly, despite the fact that his words were already slurred.

"I'll be fine, just need a nap. I didn't lose enough to be in danger."

At least he thought so. He hadn't passed out, which was a good indication. He drifted out to sleep quickly enough, too exhausted to keep his eyes open, the worried little vampire curled against his side.

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