'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 5

33 A.D., Golgotha

Amidst the bustling streets of Golgotha, the air was thick with tension as the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, the son of God, unfolded. Aziraphale and Crawley, the celestial beings who had observed humanity's trials and tribulations through the ages, had been drawn to this momentous event, recognizing its profound significance.

As they stood on the outskirts of the crowd, their celestial essences concealed beneath their earthly guises, the crucifixion was a stark reminder of the complexities of humanity and the enduring power of faith.

The darkened skies loomed overhead, heavy with ominous clouds, as the scene played out before them. Jesus, bearing the weight of the world's sins, hung upon the cross, his pain and suffering etched across his divine countenance.

Amidst the crowd, a woman stood, her eyes filled with tears and her heart heavy with grief. It was Y/n, the fallen angel turned mortal, whose path had once again converged with Aziraphale and Crawley's.

Crawley, ever the cynic, sighed as he observed the scene. "Well, this is a bit of a downer, isn't it?"

Aziraphale, his gaze fixed upon the crucifixion, responded with somber reverence. "It's a moment of sacrifice, Crawley, a reminder of the potential for redemption and the boundless capacity for love."

As the crowd murmured and wept, Y/n turned to Aziraphale and Crawley, her eyes filled with recognition. The peculiar connection she had felt with them in Mesopotamia had never quite left her, and now, amidst the somber backdrop of the crucifixion, it all seemed to fall into place. She sensed a strange familiarity in the presence of Aziraphale and Crawley.

Approaching them with a sense of both recognition and curiosity, Y/n spoke softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. "I knew I would find you again, though I can't explain how."

"You're the girl from the Ark! And the one who helped Job and his wife!" the angel exclaimed, his eyes widening with realisation.

Crawley, his demeanor as enigmatic as ever, regarded her with a bemused smile. "Well, well, it seems we have a repeat customer. Fancy meeting you here."

Aziraphale, with his gentle demeanor and celestial wisdom, extended a hand in greeting. "Indeed, it's a pleasure to see you once more. I'm Aziraphale, and this is my esteemed colleague, Crawley."

Y/n accepted Aziraphale's hand, the touch of his skin sending a strange shiver through her, as if it stirred something deep within her forgotten memories. "Oh I've changed it." Crawley announced. The pair released each other and turned to look at the demon.

"Changed what?" Aziraphale asked, staring at him.

"My name. 'Crawley' wasn't really doing it for me." the demon sighed, "It's a bit too... squirming-at-your-feet-ish."

The angel blinked at him, "Well you were a snake." he mused.

"Well, what is it now?" Y/n asked, her curiosity peaked.

"Mephistopheles? Asmodeus?" pondered Aziraphale.

"Crowley."

Y/n beamed at the demon, he had been very creative when he had chosen his name, she couldn't help but giggle. Crowley gave her a sideways glance. "Something wrong?"

"No." she chuckled. "I am Y/n, though there's something about your presence that feels... familiar, like a dream I can't quite remember." Y/n, now grasping the celestial essence of these beings, offered a small smile. "Aziraphale and Crowley, I may not understand everything about you, but I sense that you are not mere mortals. You have been present during pivotal moments of human history."

Crowley, ever the perceptive one, leaned closer to Y/n, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, that's the beauty of this world, isn't it? Full of surprises and mysteries waiting to be unraveled."

As they continued to watch the solemn crucifixion, the bond between Y/n, Aziraphale, and Crowley deepened. In the midst of this pivotal moment in human history, they shared an unspoken connection, a reunion of celestial beings who had found each other across the boundaries of heaven and earth.

Aziraphale, gazing over the scene, offered a polite smile, "Did you ever meet him?"

Y/n nodded slowly, her eyes returning to the scene of the crucifixion, "Yes. He was quite a bright young man." she said solemnly.

Crowley piped up, "I showed him the all kingdoms of the world."

"Why?" asked Aziraphale, turning to face him.

"He's a carpenter from Galilee. His travel options are limited." Crowley said matter-of-factly.

Y/n held back a smile at the demon's response. She looked back out at the sober scene. Y/n winced as they hammered nails into the man on the cross. "That has got to hurt."

"What was it he said that got everyone so upset?" Crowley queried.

"'Be kind to each other.'" the angel sighed, as he watched the events unfold, his heart heavy with a mixture of grief and anticipation.

"Oh, yeah. That'll do it." the demon remarked.

In that moment, amidst the shadows of the crucifixion, Aziraphale, Crowley, and Y/n stood together, their destinies entwined in the unfolding drama of salvation and sacrifice. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of moments, the celestial and the mortal realms could converge in unexpected ways, illuminating the enduring power of faith, love, and the eternal dance of good and evil.