'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 36

Friday, 1 Day to the End of the World

In a quaint, dimly lit cafe, Crowley sat at a corner table, his signature dark sunglasses hiding his serpent-like yellow eyes. He appeared lost in a newspaper, though his keen senses allowed him to eavesdrop on the few conversations taking place around him. Beside him sat Y/N, her fingers gently tapping the screen of her smartphone as she sipped her coffee. The hum of the coffee shop's chatter enveloped them, a backdrop to their own private world.

The door swung open with a chime, and the presence of a rather unusual figure caught their attention. Sergeant Shadwell, the brusque and eccentric witchfinder, entered and scanned the room. His attire was as distinctive as his personality, and he sported a dishevelled appearance that seemed untouched by modern fashion.

Y/N and Crowley exchanged glances as Shadwell made his way toward them, his haggard demeanour a stark contrast to the cafe's serene ambience. With a hesitant smile, they extended a greeting. "Sergeant Shadwell," Crowley acknowledged.

"Ah, my dear boy!" Shadwell responded with an enthusiastic grin. "Good to see you. Your father's keeping well, I hope?"

Crowley nodded, humour glinting in his eyes as he spoke, "He's thriving, just as charming as ever."

Shadwell leaned back in his chair and looked from Crowley to Y/N. "A chip off the old block, you are. You've got his good taste in women, too, I see." He winked at Y/N, who smiled, taking the comment in stride.

Chuckling, Crowley agreed, "I've always had an impeccable sense of taste."

Shadwell leaned in, lowering his voice. "Now, what can I do for you fine folks today?"

Crowley's tone grew more serious. "There's a village called Tadfield, in Oxfordshire. Send your best people down there. I'm looking for a boy. He's about 11. I don't have anything more than that. If you find anything, give me a call."

Shadwell raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his tea, his contemplative expression obscured by the wild tangle of hair that surrounded his face. "How will I know it's the right boy when I see him?"

Y/N leaned in, adding her voice to the discussion. "Trust your instincts, Sergeant. If something feels out of place, take note of it."

Shadwell nodded, considering their words. He could sense the gravity of the situation. "Very well. I'll get Witchfinder Lieutenant Table on the job."

Satisfied, Crowley and Y/N exchanged a glance. Their mission was set in motion.

They left the café, knowing they had to rely on their unlikely ally, the cantankerous Sergeant Shadwell, to help them navigate the ever-twisting threads of the impending Armageddon. As they strolled out into the bustling streets of London, their next steps remained as uncertain as the fate of the world itself.

.......

Crowley's apartment felt tense and restless as he paced back and forth, anxiety radiating from him in palpable waves. Y/N watched him with a concerned expression, her attempts to soothe him so far having been in vain.

"Crowley, it's too early to expect any news from Shadwell's people," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "We must give them time to do their work."

With a frustrated sigh, Crowley stopped his pacing and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. He glanced at the clock and mumbled to himself about calling Aziraphale. Y/N let out another sigh and closed her eyes, reclining into her chair as she tried to find some respite.

As she relaxed, a familiar feeling came over her, and her mind was pulled back into the depths of her memories.

........

I found myself with a new celestial companion, Aziraphale, who was eager to learn the intricacies of our divine work.

"Pay attention, Aziraphale," I said, guiding my companion gently with a glance. "We've been entrusted with the most profound work."

Aziraphale's eyes sparkled with curiosity and the desire to learn. He was an eager student, much like I had once been when I began my journey in the cosmos.

We made our way through the ethereal expanse to where Raphael, one of the most skilled celestial beings, was crafting another galaxy with a divine touch. I introduced Aziraphale, and Raphael welcomed him with a serene smile.

"Behold, Aziraphale," I said, gesturing toward the cosmic masterpiece taking form before us. "This is the beauty and wonder we help bring into existence. The Creator's vision is truly ineffable."

Aziraphale marvelled at the celestial spectacle, his wonder reflecting in his shimmering eyes. He observed the stars, the swirling nebulae, and the infinite possibilities of this cosmos that lay in front of him.

Once Raphael had shared the intricate details of his creation with Aziraphale, I knew it was time for my protege to move on, to discover his unique place in the grand design. "I've shown you everything you need for now," I told him gently. "You should head back to the other angels. They'll have a task for you in the ineffable plan."

Aziraphale departed, leaving me alone with Raphael. A bittersweet pang of nostalgia coursed through me as I watched him go, a reminder of the time when I, too, was a fledgling angel learning the secrets of creation.

I turned my attention back to Raphael, who was meticulously shaping the cosmic tapestry before him. In the depth of space, as he worked on another galaxy, I felt a rush of love flood my ethereal form. A powerful connection, inexplicable yet profound, bound us together. He looked up from his work, catching me in a gaze filled with affection.

As Raphael finished sculpting the galaxy, it hung like a work of art in the cosmic tapestry, a testament to his celestial craftsmanship. I couldn't help but stare at it in awe. "This galaxy," he said, "I've created it for someone special."

I glanced at Raphael, whose eyes were fixed on me. The realisation struck me like a bolt of divine lightning. "For me?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Raphael's hand gently touched mine, a soft and ethereal connection. "Yes, for you, Y/N. I wanted to give you something beautiful, a testament to my love."

A rush of emotions overwhelmed me. I felt the warmth of love, an emotion that transcended the celestial realms. Our lips met, and the kiss was a mingling of souls, a testament to the love that had blossomed between us amid the creation of galaxies.

As we pulled away, our eyes locked in an eternal connection. "I love you, Y/N," Raphael said, his words filled with a depth of emotion that could move the very heavens.

Tears of joy welled in my celestial eyes as I replied, "I love you too, Raphael. I always will."

........

But, in a flash, the memory was gone, leaving Y/N disoriented.

Y/N heard Crowley's voice in the background, his conversation with Aziraphale growing more urgent. She stirred from her reverie just in time to hear Crowley hang up the phone.

"Come on," he said, rushing to the door and grabbing his keys. "We're meeting Aziraphale at the bandstand. It's time to make our move."

Y/N pushed herself out of her chair, her mind still racing from the flashback. She knew that the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but she was determined to face it head-on, alongside the demon she had grown to care for. Together, they left the apartment, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.