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She’s curled into him.
Chat Noir comes to slowly, the last bits of sleep still clinging to him, and his first and only thought is that Ladybug is sleeping, curled into him.
She breathes slowly and deeply, and he’s mesmerized by her. It’s not the first time he’s been happy he can see in the dark, but it’s definitely the first time the power has allowed him to just look at his partner.
She’s relaxed, something he so rarely gets to see nowadays, but she’s not motionless. In fact, Ladybug rolls quite a bit, but somehow she keeps pressing his cheek against his chest.
Chat Noir isn’t sure at what point the two of them fell asleep, but he’s happy to sit under the light of the moon until she wakes up.
—-
The second time she falls asleep against him, it’s less of a surprise.
Once again, it’s dark. The winter months don’t do much to contribute sunlight, and instead leave Paris in a longer nighttime. That also meant that patrol lined up less with the sunset, and more when it was completely dark outside.
Chat Noir sat on the rooftop where his lady had fallen asleep, her head tucked into his shoulder, and his hands holding her supportively.
She had told him the cold made her more tired than normal, and so, like the loyal partner he was, he offered for them to turn the patrol into a nap session.
“You told me you were so well rested after the last one.” He’d teased.
“It’s not my fault I get more tired during the winter, and you’re like a ball of warmth. You’re cozy to nap on.” She’d responded in kind, flicking his bell as she spoke.
“Oh, my lady wants to use me as her personal nap pillow.” He grinned, watching her become flustered.
“You offered!” She pouted at him, something he found way too cute for his own good.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t.” He replied, pulling his partner closer.
Ladybug had lifted herself onto his lap, facing him, and promptly shoved her face into his shoulder. His hands slid around her waist effortlessly, and she matched him by tucking her arms around his neck.
“Warm.” She’d mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.
So now he sat, his hand carding lazily through one of her pigtails, as the hero of Paris snored softly.
The darkness made it nearly impossible for any civilians to see them from their position on the rooftop, which was definitely good in the long run. As much as he’d like to have a photo of this moment, he wouldn’t want Ladybug’s much needed nap to be disturbed.
—-
It’s raining.
The clouds shroud the city in darkness, and he’s perched atop the Eiffel Tower, the water droplets hitting him lightly. It feels refreshing, honestly, to sit in the rain. He likes looking at the way that the lights twinkle in the darkness, the way the rain softens them ever so slightly.
He can honestly say he’s always been a fan of the rain.
The familiar sound of a yo-yo zipping along startles him out of his thoughts. His partner lands next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Surprised you could see me.” He jokes.
“It’s not that dark out chaton.” She lifts her head up to smack his shoulder lightly.
“And yet you’re so sleepy.” He begins fiddling with one of her pigtails.
“It’s the rain. It’s comforting.” She replies, her eyes beginning to close.
“I’m starting to think you like napping on me.” His partner only hums in response. It’s hard to get any response out of her when she’s this tired.
So instead he wraps his free arm around her waist, holding her to make sure she doesn’t slip off the beam they sit on.
He allows himself to just watch as she naps, see how incredibly relaxed she is in this state. He loves when his lady is allowed to just be.
He’s not really sure how she’s able to fall asleep with the cold rain around them, but she definitely needs the rest.
—-
It’s rare that he finds himself in Paris at midnight.
But sometimes his room is too cold, too empty and he just needs to leave. He needs to roam the rooftops of Paris and see the city simply be alive in the darkness of night.
He also needs to be away from his nightmares.
It was a particularly bad one tonight, Ladybug ripped from him. He had been helpless to do anything, frozen in place. He can’t stay in his room, can’t stay in the same place he thrashed in his sheets trying desperately to save her, only to fail and fail and fail again.
So he sits on a rooftop, their rooftop, and looks at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. The headlights of cars zoom around, lighting up the darkness, not to mention the streetlights and the buildings that surrounded him.
Though normally he didn’t mind the darkness, he was happy to see the lights.
To his surprise, a soft pair of footsteps sounded from behind him. He turned to see his lady, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Mon minou, why are you out so late?” Her voice was raspy, and clearly she had just woken up.
“I could ask you the same thing,” He replied. Ladybug just crossed her arms, blinking at him. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Nightmares?” She asked, plopping down next to him. He leaned over and pulled her in for a hug. Burying his face in her neck, he took a deep breath.
“Yeah. Why are you out so late?” He mumbled from his position in the embrace.
“I just had a feeling you were out here.” She swings her legs over his lap, and runs her hands through his hair.
“You seem sleepy, buginette.” He whispers.
“Not so sleepy I couldn’t be here for you.”
He doesn’t really have an answer for that.
So instead they sit, and his partner slowly drifts off to sleep. It’s especially soothing after his nightmare, to feel her chest rise and fall. To feel the warmth radiating from her, letting him chase away the remains of the nightmare.
Still, he pulls her closer.
—-
He’s not sure why the rooftop naps are still fairly common.
He’d thought after they moved in together, his lady would prefer to nap in their bed. But no, it’s often that their patrols would end with her sleeping on top of him, completely exhausted, the darkness of night surrounding the two of them.
However, he would prefer his wife didn’t wake up completely sore from sleeping on a rooftop.
So Chat Noir carefully shifted her, adjusting so he could carry her back to their apartment. Though she was clearly still half asleep, Ladybug tightened her grip on his shoulders, burying her face even deeper into his chest. He still feels himself melt every time she does that.
He carries her bridal style, leaping from rooftop to rooftop without the use of this baton. He tries to keep still, to make sure she stays asleep, but there really is only so much he can do.
It’s a relief when he lands on the balcony of their apartment. He opens the door with one hand, finding himself once again glad he can see well in darkness.
They had left the lights off before patrol, so without his miraculous enhanced vision, it was likely he’d have been stumbling around, bumping into furniture. However, he’s able to find his way to their room without a problem.
He carefully places her down on the mattress, but she doesn’t let go of him. Ladybug pulls him down into the bed with her, tangling her legs with his.
“Buginette, we’re still transformed.” He murmurs.
“Don’t carry. I’m sleepy.” He’s surprised he got any response from her in this state.
Sighing, Chat Noir, brushes a strand of hair from her face.
“I love you my lady.” To his surprise, her eyes open, and she blinks at him sleepily before darting up to press a light kiss against his lips.
“I love you too, chaton.” She tells him before snuggling into the pillows.
He thinks it’s not too big of a problem if they fall asleep transformed.