𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞'𝐬 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 | 𝐀𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 1. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩!]

(Let's skip over how the reader becomes Al Haitham's lover because I don't want to construct an entire story out of it. I̶m̶ l̶a̶z̶y̶)

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Al Haitham is known to detest useless chats and other things that can divert him from his goals; you succeeded in doing that. You're his lover and—surprise—an angel. You have fluffy white wings and a halo floating over your head. You're also unexpectedly lazy and fond of ice cream, which Al Haitham takes advantage of by disciplining you or... simply dragging you along with him.

"Get moving, my Angel. If you don't get out of bed, I won't buy you ice cream."

Due to a lack of other places to stay, you were staying in Al Haitham's home and using his bed.
Your white wings fluttered a few times as you burrowed your face in the pillows. Your groan of annoyance was muffled by the pillow because it was clear that you were too lazy to get out of bed and grab yourself some breakfast.

The scholar rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorway as his lover sulked on the bed with your pretty wings hidden underneath the duvet cover.
"I'll drag you out of the room, then." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You turned your head to the side to gaze at him with a sorrowful pout on your face. You must have been lazy to get out of bed since all you did was stare at him with a slightly lazy and annoyed expression. Your halo was softly glowing.

As soon as he noticed the pout, his frown changed into a small smirk. 'Nothing was better than a whining angel,' he mused. Even more so when you were a little irritated, you were still lovely. Al Haitham entered the room and walked over to the bed, saying, "I expected you to put up more of a fight. I was anticipating it."
You sighed in exhaustion and turned your head away from him, looking up at the ceiling while your wings were spread out on the bed and your halo was floating above your face. "Well, I don't want to." You said.

Seeing the angel sulking like this was all too annoying yet adorable for the scholar. However, there was work to be done. He had to be strict. Al Haitham stepped closer to the bed and put his hands on your legs. He was going to pick you up, whether you liked it or not, he decided. "I don't care if you don't wanna go get breakfast. Now, get up already before I carry you out of here."

You sighed dramatically. You gripped the white sheets tightly to avoid being easily dragged as you exclaimed, "Nooooo...." You said, "I don't want to leave my beloved bed hereee.... Why don't we just eat on the bed..?"

The scholar didn't flinch in the face of the angel's resistance, and he didn't let go of your legs either. He made them wrap around his waist first as he grabbed you by the waist with a tight grip and picked you up. "Don't tempt me, my Angel." He said before taking a few steps outside the room with the protesting love of his life. "We wouldn't want to make me drag you along that painfully, now would we? So, get those wings out from under the duvet and let's get your lazy ass out of bed, shall we?"

"Never." You muttered as you struggled to break free of his hold, but because you were so lazy, you weren't really trying to do so and instead just melted in his arms.
He stood still as the angel in his arms became lazy and ceased your struggling, amused. A look of triumph was momentarily etched on his face before he turned to the door and stepped outside of the bedroom, with his beloved angel in his arms.

He carried you properly before proceeding to walk to the kitchen, "Don't think I won't drag you out there, my Love." He said, looking back with a slightly mischievous but serious look on his face.

You sighed as you slowly unwrapped your wings around yourself and then wrapped your arms and legs around his body tightly, basically clinging to him like a koala with your wings wrapping the two of us in a warm embrace.
Al Haitham was both surprised and amused when the angel clung to him. It was certainly not what he expected at all. Al Haitham didn't even have enough time to respond when the angel's embrace around him was a bit too tight for him to breath properly. There was no time to escape. He had been caught. "Can't. Breath," He managed before gasping for air. "Angel, let— Go— Oh, for— Heaven's sake, my Love... You're going to make me pass out here."
"Oh, uh—my bad." You averted your gaze since you knew he had won the battle of compelling you to get up off the bed. You murmured as you gently let go of him and unwrapped your wings, which were wrapping around us in an embrace and were now folded behind your back as you were finally standing up on the floor, not clinging onto him anymore.
A sigh of relief escaped Al Haitham's lips as he drew in a large breath, letting the air circulate inside his lungs freely once more after the sudden and tight embracing from the angel. "I... wasn't expecting you to cling on to me like that," He said, taking a step forward while looking back at you. "I take it you're awake now?"

I sighed deeply and said, "Yeah." He really wrecked your beauty sleep. "I am." with a deadpan and slightly irritated expression on your face.
The scholar's lips curled into an amused chuckle at the angel's appearance. Your beauty was enhanced by your somewhat annoyed expression. Al Haitham lowered his gaze to his sweetheart before speaking again with a graver expression. "If I had known you would be this tough to wake up, I have to admit, I should have left you asleep."
"You should have, but instead you blew the opportunity to do so." You spoke in a somewhat annoyed tone and crossed your arms over your chest as you glared at him and gave him a lazy look.
Al Haitham curled his tongue in distaste, but he chose to disregard your remark because he thought your glare was very adorable. He began to add, "Hmm, that's true, I'll just make sure to leave you alon—" But he paused when they came close to a mirror in the wall. "Ah, your wings are messy, my angel. Let me brush them." He said, walking up to you and gently straightening your wings before he proceeded to brush them, making them look more presentable.
The wings of the Angel(you) fluttered under Al Haitham's touch and he proceeded to brush them softly. Al Haitham gave his work one more quick glance to be sure he did it perfectly. When he was finished, they resembled the stunning white wings they once again were: clean, radiant, lovely, and fluffy. He was much gentler than he often was, as he rubbed the white pair of wings that belonged to you with much more care while gazing into your eyes. He was even more in awe of you because of how silky and smooth your wings were. 'How did you maintain your wings to look so delicate and spotless?' He wondered.
After finishing the job of brushing your wings, he leaned back, pleased with the outcome. Before turning to face his lover, he gazed at your wings. "Better?"
You first checked the mirror to see how your wings appeared, and they were much nicer than before.
"Better."

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aaaaa I apologize if this part confused you and the character wasn't acting in character. But in any case, look forward to part 2 and i hope you enjoy! :3