#grifalinas

TV Show: It’s about a VAMPIRE and a lady who meets him and they go on adventures!

Me: :/

TV: Also the vampire is an old transmasc man married to a giant werebear!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @grifalinas my dearest boy. Your friendship was one of the greatest gifts of 2019 to me. Seriously, it seems impossible that we have only been friends for a few months. Thank you for being my precious friend and support and talented writing confidante and just a complete treasure in my life.

Whooo buddy the amount of times I went "QROW, STOP GIVING ME YOUR SEMBLANCE!"

Wait, but if its the way you write Qrow-

THEO STOP GIVING ME HIS SEMBLANCE

A/N: I think by now you know who to blame for my fanfics-

Hint: He’s responsible for at least several of my fics-

 Crowley threw the blankets off of himself and sat up with a huff. No matter how hard he tried, sleep refused to come to him. He just for the life of him could not. Get. comfortable. And it was really starting to annoy him.

Crowley has tried adding pillows only to toss them aside. He’s tried adding blankets, but all that just made him feel suffocated and did nothing to protect him from the damn cold ( For somebody’s sake, wasn’t April supposed to be WARM??). He’s tried sleeping on his stomach, his side, with his feet on the pillow, a pillow under his back, and still. Nothing. Eventually, Crowley gave up and stomped over to the living room. 

He found Aziraphale peacefully enjoying a mug of cocoa on the sofa, eyes closed in bliss as he savoured the drink. He smiled up at Crowley’s approaching figure, setting down his mug and patting the cushion next to him. Crowley ignored the cushion and instead flopped himself on top of the angel, earning a yelp and a light slap on the back.

“Now whatever was that for?” Aziraphale asked, laughter laced in his tone. Crowley responded by burrowing himself deeper into Aziraphale, cuddling him as if he were an overstuffed teddy bear. 

“Needed my pillow,” Crowley said into Aziraphale's stomach, shifting so that his hip rested on the cushion while the rest of him splayed across Aziraphale. A hand playfully tugged at his ear then switched to gently petting his hair. Crowley hummed happily, sinking into the familiar softness of his Angel. No pillow or blanket could ever compare to cuddling up with Aziraphale, the angel was soft yet firm if that made any sense. And if it didn't well, Crowley didn’t care.

 He didn’t need to explain to anyone the way Aziraphale always felt welcoming, how he seemed to embody a peaceful spring morning where it wasn’t too hot or cold, how he felt like acceptance and protection, how he felt like the safest place in the world, where Crowley could lay down and forget all his fears and anxieties, sinking into Aziraphale's comfortable embrace.