'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 6

41 A.D., Rome

In the heart of Rome, the eternal city that bore witness to countless stories and secrets, a small tavern nestled amidst the bustling streets. The year was 41 AD, and the world was a tapestry of grandeur and intrigue. Inside this modest establishment, a rendezvous of celestial proportions was about to unfold.

Y/n, the woman who had been reincarnated as a mortal and had encountered Crowley in various moments of history, had developed an unusual bond with the demon over the centuries. They met in secret, shared drinks, and engaged in conversations that spanned the depths of human existence. For centuries, she had regularly met with Crowley, the enigmatic demon with an affinity for Earthly pleasures.

On this particular evening, Y/n sat at a dimly lit corner table, her eyes fixed on a glass of wine as she waited for her enigmatic companion. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the murmur of patrons, lost in their own conversations and revelries.

Moments later, Crowley, disguised in a finely tailored, black Roman toga, entered the tavern with an air of devil-may-care confidence. He spotted Y/n and sauntered over to her table, his sly smile revealing a hint of fondness. "Fancy meeting you here, Y/n."

Y/n looked up from her wine, her eyes lighting up with familiarity. "Crowley, it's been too long."

As Crowley lounged casually against a wooden table, a glass of red wine in hand, Y/n, her mortal form aging gracefully, leaned in with an air of nostalgia.

"It's strange, isn't it?" she mused, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "Meeting like this, century after century, and yet it always feels like coming home."

Crowley's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses even in the dimly lit bar, held a glimmer of warmth. "Well, considering we've both been around since the beginning of time, it's bound to feel that way."

Their conversations had spanned centuries, delving into topics as diverse as philosophy, art, and the enigmatic nature of existence. Crowley had become a constant presence in Y/n's life, offering companionship and a connection that transcended the bounds of time.

As they exchanged stories and laughter, their camaraderie was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of a new presence - a figure whose celestial aura was unmistakable. Aziraphale, with his distinguished countenance and bookish charm, entered the tavern, drawn to the unmistakable resonance of demonic energy.

As Aziraphale approached the table, his celestial instincts alerted him to the extraordinary nature of the situation. Two individuals, one mortal and the other unmistakably demonic, were sharing a moment of camaraderie that defied the laws of Heaven and Hell.

Crowley, ever the master of subtlety, noticed Aziraphale's arrival and leaned closer to Y/n. "Speak of the devil- Well, the angel, actually. Aziraphale's here."

Y/n turned to look at Aziraphale, her eyes wide with intrigue. "Aziraphale? The same Aziraphale from before?"

Crowley nodded. "The very same. He's got a thing for Earthly pleasures, you know."

Aziraphale, spotting Crowley and sensing a familiar energy, approached their table. His celestial presence was concealed beneath a human guise, but Y/n, with her unique connection to the celestial realm, felt a resonance that tugged at her soul.

"Crawley... Crowley? Y/n?" Aziraphale greeted, a warm smile on his face, "Fancy running into you both here." He took Y/n's hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. Crowley glared coldly at him in response. "Still a demon then?" the angel asked her dark companion.

"What kind of stupid question is that, 'Still a demon'? What else am I going to be, an aardvark?" Crowley quizzed the angel, dumbfounded by his question. Y/n giggled at the interaction between the two celestial beings.

"Salutaria!" exclaimed Aziraphale, raising his glass. His companions followed suit and drank from their glasses. "Have you tried Petronius' new restaurant? I hear he does remarkable things to oysters." he inquired, placing his glass on the table.

"I've never eaten an oyster." admitted the demon.

"Me neither." added Y/n.

"Oh, well, let me tempt you to..." the angel started.

"Isn't that your job?" Y/n chuckled, gesturing to Crowley.

"Well yes, I suppose you're right." Aziraphale admitted sheepishly, his cheeks blushing red.

The trio couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Their shared laughter filled the air, a testament to the bond that had formed between them over the centuries. Despite their celestial origins and mortal incarnations, they had discovered in each other a rare connection that transcended time and dimension.

In the heart of ancient Rome, amidst the echoes of history, Aziraphale, Crowley, and Y/n shared stories of their celestial journeys and their encounters with humanity. Time may have passed, and their forms may have changed, but the enduring connection among these three unlikely companions was a testament to the enduring power of friendship.