Adrien + Chat Noir x reader scenario: 

They try to style (curl, straighten, etc.) Y/N's beautiful, H/L hair!

A/n: video above is just for fun (plus it goes with the theme...er... Well, sort of!). Go ahead and play it whenever you want to!

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••••••Chat Noir••••••

He had come for his nightly routine visit to your house. When you opened the window to invite him in, he was pretty shocked to see your h/l, h/c wrapped in a towel on the top of your head. Chat casually strolled into your room, stood in front of you and asked: "can I try doing you're hair?"

As suspicious as you were, you agreed; genuinely curious as to how much knowledge he has about doing a women's hair. Only for you to find out a little too late that this knowledge however, is extremely limited.

It started off as simple brushing, "you're hair is so pretty and smells soooo good purrincess" Chat sighed in content as he sniffs it. You chuckle, which makes Chat snap back to what he was originally planning to do.

"Don't worry purrincess~! By time I'm done with your hair, it will look as if a professional did it himself!"

"Don't get too cocky, Chat. I've had this head of hair for years and still can't seem to manage it"

"I'm going to do a simple braid! This will allow your hair to move freely but will still make sure that hair stays out of you're face- hey, how did I miss that big ol' piece of hair- wait wasn't that supposed to rope around that way- or was it this way?"

After a few moments of his constant mumbling, he finally steps back to admire his 'beautiful' work. You notice he flashes you a confident smile as you get up to look in the mirror; only to see your hair was in fact, not in a braid.

Just in random knots and twists. "You're a professional at something, but that's definitely not hair, you dumb cat"

"Buuuuhhhhh Puurrrrrincesssss!"

Let's just say that it took lots of convincing to make it seem like your snarky side comments, were 'only' meant for constructive feedback;  Appointed to the one, and thankfully only, "professional hair stylist" boyfriend. 

••••••Adrien••••••

"Y/nnnn! Where are you- never mind!" Adrien yelled, stopping in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling once finding me sitting on the countertop with a straightener/curling iron in my hands.

"Are you getting ready for today's shoot?"

"Yeah. The hairstylist had to cancel last minute due to a family emergency. So instead of wait sting more time looking for a new hairstylist, I took it upon myself to do my hair an hour before the photoshoot" I explain.

"You want help? I can try doing the back of your head, where you can't see what your doing so easily?"

I think for a moment, then nod. 'How bad can it be? He's probably seen professionals do it so many times when girls model with him; so he must have an idea of what he's doing. Plus if he does mess up, I have time to fix it'

Adrien smiles, then walks into the bathroom in my direction. He held out his hand, motioning towards the straightener/curling iron in my hand.

"Careful, Adrien. Its hot"

"I know. Thanks for the warning captain obvious"

"H-hey! I was only trying to be nice! Fine get burned, I bet the photographers would just looooovvveeee the extra prop of bandages around your hand"

Adrien chuckles at my sarcasm. Then he grabs the hot tool and begins to style my hair. We talked, and talked, and just for good measure, we talked some more...

"Done!"

I look in the mirror, and I swear, it was as if a professional hairstylist had done my hair! It was so smooth/curly, I was in awe. I look over at Adrien, only to notice he was looking at me with a soft smile.

I turned around to face him, "I love it! Thank you!"

"No problem" he said while turning off the hot tool. Then he soon faced me again, his soft, loving expression never wavering.

He leaned down and ruffled my hair gently with one hand, the used the other to wrap around my waist to bring me closer to him. I smiled as he kissed my forehead, which only lead me to pull him down and plant a long awaited kiss on his lips.

This soon turned into a heated session, which neither of us minded until we saw the time. Ironically, we weren't late because of a hair fail but because of a "can't keep my hands to myself" mishap.

I for one, don't regret it though.

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