'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 58

The Ritz

In the elegant dining room of the Ritz, Y/N, Crowley, and Aziraphale enjoyed a leisurely lunch. They were seated at a table near the window, overlooking the bustling restaurant below. The atmosphere was sophisticated, with the clinking of fine china and the gentle hum of conversation providing the perfect backdrop for their gathering.

Crowley, his sunglasses perched on his nose and a glass of wine in hand, leaned back in his chair and took a sip, his red hair shimmering in the soft lighting. "So, Y/N," he began, raising an eyebrow, "care to explain what happened at the airbase yesterday?"

Aziraphale, setting down his fork in a gracious manner, chimed in with his characteristic curiosity. "Indeed, my dear. Please, do tell us the full story," he urged, his blue eyes filled with eagerness.

Y/N chuckled as she picked up her wine glass and took a sip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's a bit of a long story," she admitted, setting her glass down. "But I suppose I can give you the abridged version."

Crowley leaned forward, propped his elbows on the table, and rested his chin on his hands, his gaze fixed on Y/N with an expectant expression. "Go on," he encouraged.

"It all started when I went with Crowley to deliver the Antichrist," Y/N explained, her gaze drifting to a distant memory. "That day, when the Antichrist held my finger, something happened. A jolt, a connection, and I was suddenly flooded with memories."

Crowley and Aziraphale leaned in, completely engrossed in Y/N's tale. They had suspected there was more to her story than met the eye, but they hadn't anticipated the depth of it.

Y/N continued, "I felt an inexplicable draw to a little village called Tadfield. I knew I had to be there. I was drawn to a family in particular, where I looked after their child." She paused, a flicker of a memory in her eyes. "That child was Adam. The Antichrist."

Crowley's eyes widened, and Aziraphale's expression mirrored his surprise. They listened intently as Y/N unravelled the complex web of her experiences.

She continued to share her story, her voice tinged with a sense of wonder and astonishment. "After I met Adam again, I began experiencing more flashbacks. I realised that I was Adam's Aunt and had to watch over him. My memories were fragmented, but they were about my past as an angel, my existence during the Great War, and the events that transpired after it. And about my fall."

Y/N met their gaze, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. "Do you remember the angel you both saw fall from Heaven when you were on the Wall of Eden after Adam and Eve were banished?" she asked.

Crowley and Aziraphale nodded, recalling that fateful moment. Y/N couldn't help but chuckle. "That was me," she admitted, her voice tinged with wistfulness.

The two celestial beings stared at her in astonishment. "You?" Aziraphale asked, a mixture of shock and curiosity in his voice.

Y/N nodded. "I was cast down to live on Earth, destined to be reincarnated throughout the centuries."

Crowley leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Why?" he asked, a note of genuine curiosity in his voice.

Y/N's gaze drifted to her coffee cup as she answered, "I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps it's some sort of punishment, or maybe there's a greater purpose to it. I've been trying to figure it out since I regained that memory."

Aziraphale, the embodiment of understanding and compassion, inquired, "Why didn't you ever tell us about the flashbacks? About your past?"

Y/N took a moment to choose her words carefully. "I didn't want to worry either of you. Besides, I was trying to protect Adam," she explained. "The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to him."

Aziraphale nodded understandingly, recognising the selflessness in Y/N's motives. "I understand, Y/N."

Crowley, however, couldn't resist a cheeky comment, his hand resting on Y/N's thigh as he spoke. "You know, you could have told me," he suggested with a sly grin. "I might not have known what to do, but at least I could have pretended to be helpful."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, regarding Crowley with a bemused expression. "Pretended, huh?" She chuckled softly, a lighthearted moment breaking through the gravity of their conversation. "Well, that's something, I suppose."

Y/N chuckled and took her glass from the table. "Once I got all my memories back at the airbase," she explained, "I was returned to my celestial form." She glanced at Crowley and Aziraphale, who were hanging on her every word. "And I think you two know the rest of the story." She took a sip of her wine.

Aziraphale, his eyes wide with amazement, leaned forward and said, "It certainly was something, wasn't it?"

Crowley, ever the embodiment of cool confidence, swirled his wine in his glass thoughtfully. "I can't help but wonder what the future has in store for us now," he mused.

Y/N, her gaze warm and affectionate, reached out and took Crowley's hand. "Whatever happens," she said softly, "I hope I'll be with you, Crowley."

Crowley's eyes softened as he smiled at Y/N, and she returned his sweet smile with equal tenderness.

Aziraphale, always the romantic at heart, raised his glass, breaking the momentary silence. "To the world," he toasted, his voice hopeful.

Y/N raised her glass, her eyes brimming with warmth, and added, "To us."

Crowley raised his own glass, a glimmer of anticipation in his gaze. "To the future."

With a clink of glasses, they sealed their toasts and took a sip of their drinks, their souls intertwined in a bond that transcended celestial boundaries. As they savoured their wine and the promise of the days ahead, they knew that no matter what lay in store, they would face it together. After all, they were own their own now.