'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 29

Wednesday, 4 Days Before the End of the World

The scene at Warlock's birthday party was a chaotic mix of excited children, colourful decorations, and the occasional misplaced piece of cake. Aziraphale, dressed in his magician costume, complete with a top hat and cape, stood at the centre of attention, trying his best to entertain the kids with a magic act. Unfortunately, it wasn't going well. His sleight-of-hand tricks were far from impressive, and the children's faces displayed a clear mixture of boredom and disappointment.

Crowley, watching from the back of the crowd in his stylish white suit and black tie, couldn't bear to see Aziraphale's act fall flat. He decided to take matters into his own hands. With a sly grin, he subtly influenced one of the kids to launch a piece of cake at another child, igniting a sudden food fight that distracted everyone from Aziraphale's faltering performance.

Amidst the chaos, Aziraphale and Crowley made their escape, slipping away from the food fight and returning to the sleek, black Bentley parked outside.

Aziraphale sighed in relief as he began to clean the cake smears from his magician's costume. "Well, that was a disaster. I suppose my magic isn't quite what it used to be."

Crowley, perched in the driver's seat, didn't reply. Instead, he stared intently at his wristwatch, which ticked down the seconds to 3 p.m.

As the clock's hands struck the appointed hour, the Hellhound was conspicuously absent. Crowley muttered, "Must be late."

He stepped out of the Bentley, scanning the area for any sign of the fearsome guardian. The radio in the car crackled to life, and the voice of Dagon, one of Hell's higher-ups, filtered through.

"Crowley, has the Hellhound arrived yet?" Dagon's voice demanded.

Crowley's eyes darted around, panic creeping in. He couldn't see the Hellhound anywhere. He sat back in the driver's seat. Thinking quickly, he replied, "Oh, no, I see him now, yes. What a lovely, big Helly Hell Hound. Yes, OK, great talking to you."

Without waiting for a response, he reached over and switched off the radio, severing the connection to Hell.

Aziraphale, who had been watching anxiously, raised an eyebrow in question.

"No dog," Aziraphale stated.

"Wrong boy," Crowley replied with a heavy sigh.

Their carefully laid plans had gone awry, and they were left with the unsettling realisation that they had been focusing on the wrong child all along.

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Y/N carefully arranged the last of the colourful balloons around the Young family's living room, making sure everything was in perfect order for Adam's birthday party. The table was already laden with delicious-looking food. It was a day meant for celebration, and Y/N was determined to make it memorable.

Just as she was finishing up, Mrs. Young entered the room, carrying a large birthday cake with a warm smile on her face. "Oh, everything looks splendid, dear. Thank you so much for helping with this."

Y/N returned the smile. "It's my pleasure, Mrs. Young. I'm sure Adam is going to have a fantastic birthday."

Mrs. Young's expression turned thoughtful. "Speaking of Adam, do you know where he is? I'd like to serve the cake soon."

Y/N glanced at the clock and then back at Mrs. Young. "He's probably still out playing with his friends in Hogback Wood. Don't worry; I can go fetch them for you."

Mrs. Young's eyes crinkled with appreciation. "That would be wonderful, dear. Thank you."

With a nod, Y/N headed out of the Young house and down the path that led to Hogback Wood. As she approached the wooded area, she could hear the distant laughter of children playing. She followed the sound, weaving her way through the trees until she came upon a clearing.