'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 15

1926, London

London's bustling streets were filled with the vibrancy of the Roaring Twenties. In the heart of the city, nestled within an expansive estate, Y/N had been reincarnated as the daughter of a wealthy duke. Her life had taken on a new form of opulence and privilege, but amidst the grandeur, she couldn't help but feel the familiar yearning for something, or rather, someone, she had known in a past life.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N strolled through the vast garden of her family's estate, her footsteps echoing against the cobblestone paths. She was joined by her friend, a confidante in this life, who chatted animatedly by her side. Unbeknownst to her friend, Y/N's eyes were not on the colourful blooms or the elegant statues that adorned the garden but on a figure in the distance.

Crowley, ever the master of discretion, had been watching from the shadows. His heart ached at the sight of her, but he knew that the life he led and the secrets he carried could bring her nothing but danger. Crowley had become adept at blending in with the scenery, ensuring that he remained inconspicuous while keeping a watchful eye on Y/N. It was a task he had taken upon himself, a self-imposed duty to protect her from the lurking dangers of their celestial world.

As Y/N and her friend eventually retreated into the grand residence, Crowley heaved a sigh and began to walk away, intent on returning to his own solitude.

But just as he thought he had slipped away, a voice called out from behind a tree. It was Y/N, waiting for him, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Crowley turned to face her, his expression guarded. "Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with both affection and caution. "What are you doing here?"

Y/N approached him with determination in her eyes. She was tired of the secrecy, the evasiveness, and the unanswered questions that had plagued their interactions. "Crowley, why are you avoiding me?"

Crowley hesitated, his gaze flickering away from Y/N's piercing eyes. "It's not that simple, Y/N. There are things I can't explain."

Y/N, however, refused to be swayed by his evasive answers. She took a step closer to him, her determination unwavering. "I deserve to know, Crowley. Why won't you let me see you?"

Crowley sighed, the weight of his unspoken reasons pressing upon him. "I'm trying to keep you safe, Y/N. It's not easy for me to be near you without... without something happening."

Y/N's eyes softened, her understanding deepening. "You're worried about me."

Crowley nodded, his gaze finally locking onto hers. "More than you can imagine."

But Y/N wasn't satisfied with mere words. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Crowley's arm. "Crowley," she asked softly, "do you love me?"

Crowley's heart skipped a beat, and he met Y/N's gaze, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion he had rarely allowed himself to reveal. "Yes," he admitted, his voice filled with a quiet sincerity. "I love you."

Without hesitation, Y/N closed the remaining distance between them, her lips meeting his in a tender, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and desire, of a love that had endured through the ages, and a love that would defy the forces of Heaven and Hell to survive. It was a moment that transcended time and circumstance, a testament to the enduring power of love that had brought them together once more.

As they pulled away, their breaths mingling in the cool London air, Y/N smiled at Crowley. "I love you too, Crowley," she whispered.

The two of them stood there, in the midst of the garden, the world fading away around them. In that moment, they were bound not just by the threads of fate but by the undeniable truth of their love, a love that had endured across centuries and would continue to do so, regardless of the challenges that lay ahead.

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1927

Y/N and Crowley had rekindled their relationship, and their love had blossomed over the course of a year. They had shared moments of laughter, passion, and tenderness, their connection growing stronger with each passing day.

One day, as the sun bathed the city in a warm, golden glow, Y/N had a special surprise in store for Crowley. She had known him long enough to understand his preferences, his desires, and the little luxuries that brought him joy. She knew that he had a penchant for the finer things in life, and there was one particular object of desire that had often captured his attention, the Bentley, a symbol of elegance and luxury.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N led Crowley to a secluded spot, away from the bustling crowds. There, hidden beneath a silk drape, was a sight that left Crowley momentarily speechless; a sleek, impeccably polished Bentley.

Crowley's eyes widened in surprise as he approached the magnificent automobile, his fingers gently grazing the polished exterior. It was a vehicle he had admired from afar, one that had caught his eye on many occasions.

Y/N beamed with excitement as she revealed her gift. "Happy anniversary, Crowley," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I know how much you've been eyeing this Bentley, and I wanted to make your dreams come true."

Crowley was at a loss for words. Crowley stood there, stunned and speechless, his heart overflowing with gratitude and love. He had never expected such a grand gesture, and the enormity of Y/N's gift left him deeply moved. He turned to Y/N, his eyes reflecting his deep emotions. "Y/N, you didn't have to do this," he whispered.

But Y/N shook her head, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "I wanted to, Crowley. You mean the world to me, and I wanted to give you something special to show just how much I care."

As Crowley stepped closer to the Bentley, he couldn't help but run his fingers along its impeccable lines. It was a symbol of Y/N's love and understanding, a testament to the bond they shared, a bond that had persisted through the ages and had only grown stronger with time.

Tears welled up in Crowley's eyes, he turned to Y/N and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Thank you, Y/N," he murmured against her ear, his voice filled with love. "This is the best gift anyone's ever gotten me. I love it."

Y/N giggled, a radiant smile on her face. "As long as you don't love it more than me."

Crowley chuckled, a devious grin spreading across his face, "I can't make any promises sweetheart."

Unable to contain the overwhelming surge of affection he felt for her, Crowley leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love, appreciation, and a deep connection.

As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes met, and the world around them seemed to fade into insignificance. In that moment, they were simply two souls entwined in a love that had withstood the tests of time and adversity.

Crowley gazed at Y/N with a mixture of awe and adoration. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled and kissed him once more, sealing their love with a promise that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by a love that was as enduring as it was passionate.