Hello! How about 2 - stuck inside on a rainy day and 1 - “you didn’t have to scare me like that” for the Ineffable Husbands :)
I have a headcanon that Aziraphale still has his bookshop in Soho when he retires to the cottage because he’s not going to just give it up so easily. He just uses a door in their cottage to enter the shop from a door upstairs, so he can come and go as he pleases. Hence why he’s not at the cottage for a chunk of this.
Living by the shore in their cottage had been a good idea when they first purchased it, but it also meant that when it rained, it rained.
Crowley huffed, staring out the bay window of their reading room (technically Aziraphale’s reading room, but Crowley had put his collection of books in there as well so it counted as both of theirs) at the heavy rained that had been pouring down on their home since early this morning.
He had planned on going into town today, to cause trouble just for a good laugh, but he hated being out when the rain was like this, and Aziraphale never liked him driving at the speeds he did when it was so wet. Crowley had even planned on taking a trip to the greenhouse owned by that lovely lesbian couple that always had some sorta jam or preserve for him and Aziraphale to try, he had wanted to see if they could hook him up with a lemon tree for his own garden to go with his apple and pear ones.
But nope! Can’t do that today!
“Stupid bloody rain.” He growled to himself, glaring at it, as if that would cause it to automatically clear up. He might be able to manipulate his home appliances and his Bentley just by thinking that they should work the way he thinks they should, but he has never been able to do that with the weather.
He could entertain himself, but Crowley felt like that was too much effort. Besides, there wasn’t anything fun to read in the house that wouldn’t bring on the wrath of Aziraphale for touching without permission, nor did he want to watch something on TV. Even his phone was boring!
There was a thunk from his forehead thumping against the cold window as he continued to try and glare it being a sunny day. All his plans, ruined! By him not bothering to check the weather when his angel told him he should!
“Nnnnnnnnhhhhhhkkkkkk...” He thumped his forehead against the cold glass again, not caring how he looked right now. “Stupid, stupid, fuckin’ rain! If I had my way, I’d make it a perfect summer day like Adam does all summer long!”
“Dear, you’re such a child.”
Crowley would later deny that he had screamed sharply and tumbled off the window seat he had been perched on when Aziraphale suddenly showed up behind him with no warning. Nope, none of that happened, he had totally know that Aziraphale had come home early from the bookshop.
Bless him and his quiet steps!
Aziraphale looked like he was trying not to laugh as he held out a hand for Crowley to take. “Goodness, I thought you had heard me, darling.” He said, though a snicker slipped out.
Crowley glared, ignoring the heat on his face and the pain in his elbow and backside. “Tsk, yeah, well, you didn’t have to scare me like that, bein’ all loud and in my space.”
The angel smiled brightly with an air of bastard energy surrounding him. “Well, I was about to tap you on the shoulder, but last time I did that you broke a lamp when I scared the wings out of you.”
“Shhhhhuuuush!” Crowley hissed and strolled past him. “None of that! How was work? Did you refuse a sale again? Great, perfect, let’s do somethin’, I’m bored! Entertain me!”
“Right, right, silly boy.” Aziraphale continued to smile, following him out of the reading room.
