'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 59

Crowley's Apartment

As the door to Crowley's stylish apartment swung shut behind them, a comfortable silence enveloped the two celestial beings. Their latest adventure had left them weary, and returning to the familiar setting of Crowley's haven was a welcome reprieve.

Crowley nonchalantly tossed his keys onto the nearby table and then, with a dramatic flourish, flopped down onto the black leather couch. Stretching out his long, lean form, he threw his head back off the edge of the couch, clearly revelling in the sensation of letting go.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at Crowley's theatrics, her laughter filling the room as she made her way to the kitchen. There, she selected a bottle of wine and deftly uncorked it, pouring herself a glass. She then reached for a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous amount into a glass, considering that it was Crowley's preferred choice.

Back in the living room, Crowley let out a contented sigh as he removed his signature sunglasses and placed them on the coffee table. His eyes closed, and he allowed the day's events to wash over him, relishing the comfort of his own space.

Y/N strolled over to the couch with their drinks in hand. She lowered herself onto the couch and, without a second thought, laid herself on top of Crowley. Her head rested against his chest, and her legs extended onto the couch, her presence warm and reassuring.

Crowley's eyes blinked open in surprise. Y/N's unexpected closeness brought a sense of comfort and ease, a feeling of home. He raised his head slightly to look down at her, his heart warmed by her presence. A warm smile touched his lips, and he looked down at her with a mixture of amusement and contentment. "Making yourself right at home, aren't you?" he teased, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Y/N grinned, her eyes dancing with joy. "Well, this is my kind of cozy spot," she replied, her fingers playing idly with the lapel of his jacket.

With a gentle embrace, Crowley wrapped his arms around her, making her feel safe and cherished. His lips pressed softly against her forehead, and Crowley whispered, "You're beautiful, you know."

Y/N blushed at the sweet compliment, her heart swelling with affection. She leaned in and tenderly kissed Crowley, a silent affirmation of her feelings. Then, she nestled her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

With contentment in her voice, Y/N mused, "I'm so glad we saved the world. Now we can live the rest of our lives together."

Crowley chuckled, his voice tinged with warmth, "Together, forever. That sounds perfect to me."

In the dim, intimate space of their shared abode, Y/N and Crowley lay in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined in a comforting embrace. The soft glow of candlelight danced on their faces, painting a tranquil tableau of love and contentment. After the trials and tribulations they had faced, this moment of quiet connection was a cherished respite.

Crowley's thoughts seemed to drift as he basked in the warmth of their togetherness. Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. He raised his head slightly and looked at Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Y/N," he murmured, "would you show me your wings again?"

Y/N, curious about his request, raised an eyebrow. "Why?" she inquired, her voice filled with playful wonder.

With a grin, Crowley replied, "I want to admire them, sweetheart."

Y/N giggled at his response, her heart swelling with affection. She agreed, and with a graceful movement, she got up from their entwined position and slowly unfurled her celestial wings. As they expanded, they filled the room with their grandeur, a breathtaking sight to behold.

Y/N's wings were a magnificent spectacle, large and feathery, their ends gently brushing the floor. They displayed a mesmerising gradient, starting with a radiant gold at the base, transitioning into a rich black, and finally tapering to striking red-tipped feathers.

Crowley sat up, his eyes wide with wonder as he stared at the magnificent display before him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of awe and admiration for Y/N's wings. Slowly, he got to his feet, his fingers trembling with anticipation as he reached out to caress the feathers.

Gently, Crowley began to caress her feathers, his touch tender and reverent. His fingers traced over some of the black feathers, and his expression shifted to one of sadness.

"Your wings..." he began, his voice soft, "they never used to be black..."

Crowley's curiosity deepened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Y/N... Why did you fall?"

Y/N met his gaze with a mixture of regret and longing. "I just wanted to live," she confessed, her eyes revealing the weight of her punishment. "I fell in love, and that wasn't allowed."

Crowley's expression shifted from curiosity to shock and sadness. He found himself compelled to ask the question that had been gnawing at him, "Was it... me? Was I the reason you fell?"

Y/N's wings retracted, and she let out a soft, melodious giggle. Gently, she placed a hand on his cheek, her touch warm and affectionate. "Oh, Crowley," she said, "I fell for you. Both literally and figuratively."

Crowley was momentarily taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise. But his shock was quickly replaced by a deep, heartfelt smile. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice tinged with emotion.

Y/N's laughter bubbled up as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his. "You don't have to be," she replied, her eyes shining with love. "It doesn't matter where I am, as long as it's with you."

Crowley's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and he kissed her with a passion that spoke of a love that had transcended the boundaries of Heaven and Hell. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/N whispered back, her heart full, "And I love you, too."

In that moment, they were no longer celestial beings, no longer angels or demons. They were two souls who had found each other in the chaos of existence, defying expectations and embracing love in its purest form.