'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 51

Sunday, the Very First Day of the Rest of their Lives

In the late-night serenity of the Tadfield bus stop, Crowley, Aziraphale, and Y/N sat together on a weathered bench, a shared bottle of wine nestled between them. Y/N, her head gently resting on Crowley's shoulder, sighed contentedly, while Aziraphale sat on the other side, looking at the stars overhead. They waited for the bus that would take them back to London, a quiet moment of reflection settling over them.

Aziraphale, ever the first to break the silence, couldn't help but comment on the remarkable events that had transpired. "You know," he began, "it all turned out rather well, considering."

Crowley, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, chuckled and replied, "Just imagine how awful it might have been if we'd been at all competent."

His quip prompted laughter from both Aziraphale and Y/N, the shared humour bonding them even more tightly together.

Just when it seemed that the night couldn't get any more curious, Aziraphale remembered the small slip of paper. He fished it out of his pocket and unfolded it. "Oh, by the way," he began, showing the piece of paper to Crowley and Y/N. "This fell out of Agnes Nutter's book. It's the last prophecy."

Crowley took the paper and read it aloud, his voice filled with curiosity, "For soon enouff you will be playing with fyre.". The words of Agnes Nutter, the witch whose prophecies had led them on this journey, were both mystifying and thought-provoking. After he finished, he looked at Aziraphale. "The last one, huh?"

Aziraphale nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and reverence. It was as if a part of Agnes's wisdom had been passed down to them through her prophecies.

The trio gathered together, pondering the momentous events that had transpired. Aziraphale raised the question that had been on his mind. "Is Adam truly human now?" he wondered aloud.

Crowley, his brow furrowed in thought, replied, "As far as I can tell, yes."

Crowley contemplated the implications, musing aloud, "What if the Almighty planned it like this all along?"

Looking up at the grand tapestry of stars above them, Y/N added with a knowing smile, "I wouldn't put it past her."

As they mulled over the divine intricacies of their experiences, a courier van approached, drawing their attention. The delivery man stepped out and inquired about the items that were meant to be collected.

Aziraphale, ever dutiful, retrieved a box from the ground containing the remnants of the Four Horsemen's possessions. He handed it to the courier, who took a quick peek inside. A moment of panic crossed the courier's face as he noticed something missing, and he muttered, "There's a sword missing."

Aziraphale, who had been sitting on the missing sword, quickly realised his mistake and handed the blade to the courier. "Oh, Yeah. Sitting on it."

With the box now complete, the courier turned to Aziraphale and asked him to sign for the items. Aziraphale complied, signing his name neatly on the pad. The courier then took his leave, heading back to his delivery van. As the van drove away, a bus approached.

Y/N observed the bus with a smile. "Looks like it's heading to Oxford."

Crowley, leaning into Y/N, couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, but he'll drive to London anyway. He just won't know why."

Aziraphale considered this and then made a suggestion. "I suppose I should get him to drop me off at the bookshop."

Y/N's smile faded gently, and she offered a reminder. "Aziraphale, your bookshop burned down, remember?"

The bus came to a halt before the trio. Crowley chimed in, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "You could stay with us at my place, if you like."

Aziraphale hesitated momentarily, torn between Heaven's expectations and the reality of the world around him. "I don't... I don't think my side would like that," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Crowley's expression turned resolute. "You don't have a side anymore."

Y/N nodded solemnly in agreement. "None of us do. We're on our own side."

With the decision made, the three of them boarded the bus. Finding seats at the back, Crowley leaned against the window, and Y/N rested her head on his chest. Crowley wrapped a protective arm around Y/N, who soon drifted into slumber, safe in the knowledge that they were together, ready to face whatever lay ahead.