What I Would Do For You (An Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir X Reader Story)

Chapter 1: Sharp Pieces of Plastic

        (Dat's your Miraculous)

The day began as usual. You woke up, the sunlight pouring in from your silver-lined window, casting over your comfortable body. You yawned and pushed your hair out of your face. You roughly uncovered yourself from the blanket and tossed it to the side. You began to make your bed after you stretched a bit after standing up. You yawned again and then started making your bed, tucking in the corners and smoothing out the creases. You were doing it quietly since you didn't want to wake your Miraculous, Storm. He was a wolf kwami who loved cuddles and taffy. He was resting gently on his cushions under your bed, as you could hear soft snores coming from the spot. You smiled at how adorable he was and opened the door, the creaking sounds making his fur slightly stand.

You began to walk down the stairs of your massive mansion, even though you preferred to call it a house. You were a rather humble and kind person, even though you could be annoying as frick sometimes. You slowly ambled down the spiral stairs, being gentle with your footsteps so you wouldn't wake up your parents. You beginning to get a tiny bit impatient as you walked down, so you increased your speed, nearly starting to jog. You did this all lightly, of course.

Once you got down to the kitchen, you prepared a plate to contain the omelet you were making. You had become quite a chef over the past few weeks- cooking dinner for the family, making lunch for yourself, making snacks for your friends when they came over. Your friends were always amazed by how big your house was, even though that they had been there so many times.

You began to cook your omelet, thinking as you were collecting your ingredients and turning on the stove. You heard somebody come down the stairs and you didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. You could tell who they were by how heavy their footsteps were and their breathing. (Okay, I know that it seems weird but, I do it all the time since I have good hearing.) And the fact that it was a man's voice.

"Good morning, N/n. Could you cook me- *yawn* one as well?" Your father asked, yawning in the middle of the sentence. "Make it two, actually. Thanks"

"Kay." Your response was quick, as you were concentrating on cooking the omelets themselves. You cracked the eggs and chopped the vegetables elegantly, like a professional. Your dad watched you with a proud look in his eyes. He was wondering how he could have made such an amazing and wonderful daughter like you. Once you were done, you set the steaming delicacies on the table for you and your father. He started devouring it immediately, as you were only quietly taking small bites of our creation.

"Y/n, this is delicious! How did you learn this in 7 weeks??" Your father asked, his mouth still stuffed with eggs. Food. Ahem.

"Dad, you're the one who sent me to cooking camp!" You laughed gracefully as you continued to eat. Your father chuckled at his mistake and nodded.

"Yeah, I did."

"Yeah, you did."

It was currently 6:43 on a Saturday during the summer, so you expected that your mother wouldn't wake up until 7:20, so you decided to have some fun before she did. You pushed away your plate, having eaten the whole thing.

"Tell mom that her's is on the counter."

"Why?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Kay." Your father mimicked your response as you smiled at his humor, starting to go upstairs again. You wanted to go for an early-morning walk for one reason- to see if the Tarantula was causing any havoc in C/n. You were promptly known as the Howler when you were equipped(?) with your Miraculous, Storm. You walked into your room and hunched over to see your sleeping Miraculous. He looked so peaceful, and you felt guilty to wake him. You poked him, as his sleeping figure growled turned away. You poked him again and he opened his mercury-colored orbs, looking at you in annoyance.

"Y/n... Let me sleeeeeeeeeep." He groaned quietly.

"Well... We have to go check if Tarantula's wreaking havoc in C/n." You quietly mentioned, trying to sound motherly.

"Kay... Only if it's for this reason, though. Say that thing, that thing... The words."

"Storm, let's make some noise."

You began to transform into your outfit (I'll show it in the next chapter), the pajamas you were wearing disappearing magically. You smirked and opened the window, which you then proceeded to jump out of. You were leaping from building to building, people gaping at the wondrous presence of Howler. Men were cat-whistling, or wolf-whistling (which is a real thing,) at you. Girls and women were waving at you and you waved back, to be polite. You then saw her- or rather, the person that she was controlling. He called himself the Slasher (not a DRRR!! reference friend) and was throwing knives at people and screaming at them for your location.

"Oi! You call those pieces of sharp pieces of plastic knives?" You growled at him, slightly snickering at your own joke. (You're pathetic, Y/n.)

"Yeah, actually, I do!" He said indignantly.

"How about you just stop throwing knives and we'll call it quits, kay?" (hahahahahaha reference) You said pridefully, raising an eyebrow at him. "I'm a wolf, I could actually freaking tear you apart." He scowled at you at started throwing knives at your body. You dodged and deflected, even throwing them back gracefully. Sadly, he wasn't as graceful as you were and he got a few nicks a scratches. And by that I mean, he got a fucking gigantic wound in his abdomen.

"Oopsy-daisy!" You giggled mulishly, putting a hand to your mouth in mock guilt. "I'm so sorry." He clutched at his abdomen and collapsed in mid-air, but you managed to catch him before he fell. You sighed at his foolishness to accept Tarantula's offer and quickly healed him.

"Ameliorate!" You said, a gray light surrounded him, healing him. The Slasher was gone. Lying there was a boy, and a handsome one at that. You sighed and set him down. The bypassers started clapping as the boy opened his sky blue eyes and looked up.

"Wh-where am I? Oh! Um-um... Howler.. I... What did I do?" The boy sat up in a shocked state, and started blushing at your presence. He seemed to have a crush on you.

"Don't worry... It's okay now." You smiled gently and leaped off, leaving him with an astonished look on his face. It was 7:15.

"Oh sh-crap!" You started leaping home as fast as you could, and you got there at 7:19, right before when your mom woke up. You sighed in relief and changed back. You put Storm in your pocket and casually strolled in with your pajamas on.

"That looked like one heck of a walk, N/n." Your father laughed. You hadn't noticed the bleeding scratch on your cheek until now.

"Haha... I tripped a couple of times."

"I would expect that."

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