LeAnn Rimes – Can't Fight The Moonlight
The white-clad young man curled up around his cushion, hugging it to him. One lone sunbeam shone through the window where he'd rubbed a little of the dust and grime off. It captured motes of dust, slowly spinning in their endless lazy eddies. He watched them.
The storage room above the community theatre was a hideout Her had found once. He didn't remember when. He wasn't trying to remember either – he didn't care, and Hawkmoth didn't need to know. Right now it made a good place to hide. There were no shows on, nobody would be coming up here looking for props. The old couch was long enough to lie on, and not too dusty if you took the covers off.
It was a good place to dream while he waited.
Marinette checked the website on her phone again. Moonrise was going to be about an hour before sunset, so Her's powers wouldn't be very strong until twilight. Which gave them time. After they got home, Tikki had insisted she sleep while the two kwamis talked. Marinette hadn't thought she would, but she had. Now there were just a few more things to prepare.
Her smiled to himself. She would come. She would try to fight Her. She would try to resist, to hide.
But she couldn't fight the moonlight.
She would lose.
She had already lost, and she didn't know it. She'd step out of the darkness and surrender her heart.
He had already lost his heart to her. This would simply make them even. Equals. He wanted nothing less of her.
The air stirred slightly, the motes falling and turning faster. He smiled. No matter what she thought, it wouldn't be too long til she was in his arms.
He couldn't wait.
Marinette looked at the two kwamis. "Are you absolutely sure this will work?" she said.
Plagg nodded. "It's our best chance. We're fairly sure that Adrien was longing for someone, and that that someone was Ladybug."
Tikki added, hesitantly "And you know that he can't force you to love him..."
Marinette blushed, but finished the sentence. "...because I already do". She sighed. "I wish Chat Noir could be with me for this one. It's a shame he was one of the first people affected by the akuma."
"Just don't forget what I told you", Plagg said. There was a note of worry in his voice. "You saw what happened to the people afterwards. You can cure all the buildings you like, but Chat won't forget how he felt. He's going to need you." The little kwami flew up to her face, holding her eyes.
"Find him, and don't let him push you away."
The dust motes drifted. The sunbeam slowly measured the hours as the planet turned. Her lay still, thinking of his lady love.
She would come. She would challenge him. She would stand gloriously bright, and she would be his forever.
She couldn't fight the moonlight.