Good omens fanfiction Aziraphale is in trouble

Hooligans

Aziraphale groaned, shook his head and picked up glass for the 3rd time that week. The local "hooligans"as he called them smashed his front shop window again he was so sick of it so as he tipped the glass into a bucket, that was now nearly full of the clear shards he decided to call his husband "crowley, hello" he said his voice cracking slightly as he spoke. "Hi angel wait what was that, what's wrong?"Crowley questioned as his voice filled with concern and worry.
Aziraphale sniffed as crystal tears threatening to fall brimmed at the corners of his eyes.

"Um I'm -sniffs- fine I guess could you come ove-" before he even finished his sentence the line went dead, "great now he's worried" Aziraphale grumbled to himself but his thoughts were interrupted by being engulfed in a warm hug from his lovers strong arms. "How did you get here so quick?" He began to cry, he couldn't hold the tears back anymore. "I uh flew then uhh broke in" he admitted guiltily. "Its okay I don't care I just I'm glad to see you."

"Hey angel, hey why are you crying?" He questioned worriedly as he took his finger and wiped a tear from his angels cheek then wiped the moisture on his jacket "I um -them" he looked outside to see a group of young people sketchily standing across the street sniggering Crowleys gaze followed his angel and he huffed. Then he noticed the lack of glass in the window pane. "Angel what happened he said as he growled at the vandals which they took as their warning and ran off a shocked expression coating over their smug faces.

"They keep smashing my window" he said sadly, "wait keep, how many times Zira?"
"Umm 3 this week" he gestured sheepishly at the bucket behind him. Crowley glared at him why didn't you tell me sooner 3 times is a lot.
"I know I just, thought they would stop by now I don't know why they hate me so much." He shuffled from one foot to another, Crowley knew by now this meant he was nervous or holding something back, "angel what aren't you telling me?" He questioned sternly but calmly.

"Um I think its because I don't t-" his voice trailed off and Crowley didn't catch all of what he said "angel come on what don't you do?" "I well um I didn't report them I thought they regretted it and it would ruin their lives humans have a record you know and and" he began crying again and Crowley simply nodded knowing now wasn't the time for a lecture and led him to the sofa, sat down and brought the angel with him rubbing circles on his back.

"Angel look at me why are you so tired?" He pointed to the dark shadows under the angels eyes. "Oh yes I'm uh they keep knocking and running away all night" his voice was small and tired "twice an hour every hour last night and the night before he explained, his voice muffled as his face was buried in the demons expensivly clad shoulder still crying. Crowley right now couldn't care less about his jacket as he felt moisture sink into it, he was more worried that people were taking advantage of his angel's good nature and it made his blood boil . Then the door knocked and Aziraphale groaned and made his way to stand on his tired legs, that was until he was pushed back down onto the old sofa by Crowley gently. "I've got it angel don't worry" Crowley stated and smiled Aziraphale was about to protest but the door began knocking again and he just nodded. "Okay okay I'm coming stupid humans." He mumbled the last words as the door swung open and he frowned angrily "no one there he complained and slammed it shut again he shuffled back to the angel and sat down. The angel snuggled into crowleys side before falling asleep, Crowley grinned and held his angel tightly, that is until the door knocked again loudly, he looked down panickedly and was relived to see his angel asleep his messy curls hiding his face slightly. Then another bang he cursed and stomped over to the door and threw it open, his patience was wearing thin as he slammed it shut and winced hoping he didnt wake his angel. Aziraphale groaned but stayed asleep he decided to put him to bed he picked him up bridal style yet again and gasped at the angels weight and muttered "satan angel you really should eat more".

He carried him to his bedroom and placed him gently down before pulling the covers over him and smiling silently as he watched his angels flushed cheeks now finally asleep, they would have to talk about the whole weight thing tomorrow though. He decided to brew some coffee and find a film, this would be a long night he would have just ignored the door, but they would disturb his angels well needed rest and he couldn't have that.