'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 10

1779, London, England, Industrial Revolution

Y/N's POV

The year was 1779, and London was in the throes of the Industrial Revolution. Factories belched smoke into the gray sky, and the relentless clattering of machines filled the air. I was just sixteen years old, but life in this bustling city felt relentless and mundane. Day after day, I toiled away in the confines of a factory, my hands worn and my spirit dulled by the ceaseless drudgery. The promise of a better life had faded into the distant past, replaced by the grim reality of relentless labor. I yearned for something more, something beyond the never-ending cycle of work and sleep.

One particularly gloomy evening, as the soot-laden skies cast a somber pallor over the city, I found myself standing atop a towering building. Despair had taken hold of me, and I clutched an empty bottle of alcohol, a symbol of the numbness that had seeped into my life. Despair had become my constant companion, and I had decided that I could bear it no longer. With the cold glass against my lips, I drank deeply, welcoming the numbness that it brought.

I gazed down at the chaotic streets below, contemplating the abyss that beckoned me. As I stood on the precipice, gazing down at the unforgiving cobblestones below, I contemplated the final act of escaping this life of unrelenting misery. The thought of escaping the monotony of my existence through a final, reckless act seemed like the only way to find solace. I gathered the last vestiges of my courage to take that fateful step. I closed my eyes and let go.

But just as I was about to surrender to the darkness, an unexpected presence swept into my life. Strong arms encircled me, pulling me back from the precipice. I gasped in surprise and found myself pressed against a figure that exuded an aura of both danger and intrigue.

A voice, deep and familiar, cut through the haze of my despair. "Not today, my dear."

I opened my eyes, the world spinning around me, and there, before me, were two figures who seemed to defy the laws of reality. Crowley and Aziraphale.

Crowley, the demon with the ethereal presence, had moved with preternatural speed, catching me just as I was about to hit the dark cobblestone. His arms wrapped around me, and I found myself suspended between the mortal world and the celestial realm.

Recognition dawned in my mind as I gazed into Crowley's eyes. Memories of lifetimes past flooded back, of encounters that spanned centuries. My heart, which had been on the precipice of despair, now pulsed with a newfound hope.

Crowley, his eyes filled with a strange mix of concern and familiarity, held me close. "You don't have to do this, you know."

I couldn't help but smile through my tears, a glimmer of hope kindling within me. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

Aziraphale, the angel with an aura of benevolence, stepped forward, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. "We've been watching over you, my dear. You're not alone."

In that moment, amidst the chaos and despair of the Industrial Revolution, romance bloomed unexpectedly. Crowley and I, two beings from different realms, found solace in each other's arms. We had transcended the boundaries of time and destiny to be together once more.