miraculous-the-spectacle

[miraculous-the-spectacle]

everything i've every let go of has snake bites (1/4)

a/n this is part of a dark romance smut fic featuring unhealthy individuals and behaviors. you've been warned <3

Marinette was looking up at him with those big blue eyes again- the way she did last time she needed a no-questions-asked raincheck mid-date. The first time she pulled out the doll-eyed please won’t you love me look it was right after an alarm from her purse went off. At the time Luka had chalked it up to her accidentally double-booking herself and let it go, feeling more pleased with the new image of Marinette in his head than disappointed in having to pause their movie and kissing her cheek goodbye. 

Then it happened again.

And again.

And again. 

He knew his beloved was a busy girl. She was surrounded by people she cared for and who loved her, and her favorite way to express that was taking care of them. That took up a lot of her time. The free time she did have, she chose to spend with him- he was grateful. 

So, contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t the fact that she was leaving that made these spontaneous departures so torturous. No, no, it was something much more- it was the face. 

Each time without fail her cheeks would get this light blush, perfectly displayed by the way she looked straight up at him with her neck bent. Her lips would part ever-so-slightly as she waited for him to respond and she’d blink her lashes in suspension. It was tantalizing. 

Naturally, each time she did this, he would have to turn away from her to answer. The few times he tried not to, he came dangerously close to devouring her on the spot- it was too risky.

Luka couldn’t help but chuckle at his own predicament. Here he was, a musician with a penchant for deep emotions and a heart that thrummed with the rhythm of love, and yet, every time Marinette flashed that irresistible look, he felt like a moth drawn to a flame. His stomach twisted, excitement and anxiety blending together like the chords of his guitar, creating a melody he couldn’t shake.

She was everything he had ever wanted—kind, creative, and so utterly captivating. But that look, those pleading blue eyes, made him feel like he was constantly teetering on the edge of something far more intense than just a casual relationship. It was a thrill, yes, but it was also a challenge; every departure felt like an unsung note left hanging in the air, a longing that needed to be fulfilled.

“Marinette?” he finally managed, turning back to her after he’d steadied himself with a deep breath. “Where are you off to this time?” He tried to sound casual, but his voice wavered slightly, betraying his eagerness to keep her there just a little longer.

She bit her lip, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “Uh, it’s just… Alya needs my help with a project. I promised her I’d be there.”

“Of course,” he said, even as disappointment flickered through him. It was so like Marinette to prioritize her friends, to always be there for them when they needed her. He admired that about her, but it made the moments they shared feel all the more fleeting.

“Maybe I could come with you? I could help, too,” he suggested, trying to mask the hint of desperation in his tone. The thought of losing her company, even for a short while, made his heart ache.

Marinette hesitated, her expression shifting to one of consideration. “I don’t know… it’s kind of a messy project. You’d probably get paint all over you.” She giggled, and the sound sent another rush of warmth through him.

“Paint? You know I could rock the ‘artist’ look, right?” He grinned, striking a pose as if he were a famous painter unveiling his latest masterpiece.

“Okay, maybe it would be kind of fun.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up with the spark he adored. “But I really need to help her out. I promise we can hang out again soon, just the two of us.”

The way she promised made his heart flutter, but the tension in his chest remained. “Yeah, soon,” he echoed, though he couldn’t shake the feeling of longing. “I’ll see you later, then?”

“Definitely!” Marinette beamed, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. It was just a simple gesture, but it sent electric thrills coursing through him. “Thanks for understanding, Luka.”

She stood, the moment stretching like an eternity as she lingered for just a second longer. He caught a hint of her floral perfume in the air, an intoxicating mix of fresh blossoms that filled the small room and lingered long after she had gone.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Luka leaned back against the couch, his heart racing. He couldn’t help but think about how many times this had happened—how often Marinette seemed to slip through his fingers just when he wanted to pull her closer. Each time, it felt like a reminder that even in their budding relationship, there was a boundary he couldn't cross, a tension that remained unspoken between them.

He picked up his guitar, fingers dancing across the strings absentmindedly as he strummed a soft tune. The notes hung in the air, mirroring his thoughts—melancholy yet hopeful, each chord resonating with the desire to keep her close, to bridge the distance created by her ever-busy life.

Luka closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. He’d make her something special, a song just for her—something that encapsulated everything he felt but couldn’t say. Maybe it would be his way of reminding her, even when she was busy helping others, that she was always in his heart.

With renewed determination, he began to compose, pouring his emotions into the melody, hoping that one day he’d find the right moment to share it with her—along with the feelings he had yet to fully express. Until then, he would wait, guitar in hand and a heart full of songs.

He hadn’t expected it to follow him into his dreams. 

There she was, his vision of life shown through this beautiful girl- only her blush was a little darker. Those piercing blue pleading eyes were more cloudy than before, as though she was lost in a haze. 

“Luka?”

She reached out to him and cupped his jaw with her out-streetched hand. Leaning back slightly, he realized he’d been sitting on his bed. 

“Please?” She followed him back, bringing her knees to either side of his legs. 

“Of- of course you can go, Marinette.” He placed both hands on her shoulders to reassure her, “I’ll be here waiting for you.” 

She bit her lip and shook her head, “No, Luka, please.”

Bringing her hips down to rest on his Luka took a sharp gasp of air before grabbing her waist. “Marinette, what-” but she’s kissing him again. Leaning in and pecking his lips once, twice, before deepening it into something more as they both lay back on the bed. Feeling her tongue wet his lips nearly breaks him in two and it takes everything to keep himself present and mindful. 

They break apart, connected by a trail of saliva as Luka brings his fingers up to play with her hair. “My love,” he looks up at her this time, “what is going through that head of yours?”

But dream Marinette didn’t answer, she only faded into dust  to be carried away by the wind.

His new motto was not to worry about it. If fretting over Marinette’s disappearing acts was going to bring him a new level of hell in his sleep resulting in a long, and very cold, shower in the morning, then he wasn’t going to think of it at all. 

He tried, really, but it was a losing game. Every time she left with those wide, hopeful eyes and that soft smile, he felt himself caught in her gravity all over again, the memory of her touch lingering far longer than he wanted to admit. He’d spend hours with his guitar in hand, fingers running over chords as he tried to compose something that could express what words failed to capture—a song that could convey how he felt about her, even as she continued to slip away.

The melody was almost there, just on the edge of perfection, haunting and beautiful. It was soft but desperate, weaving through the tension and yearning that grew every time he was left standing in her wake. But he was still missing the final piece, the line that would tie it all together.

And then, one night, it clicked. The words came to him like whispers in the quiet of his room: I’ll be here waiting, in case you need me… even if you never come. He didn’t know if he’d ever find the courage to play it for her, but having it finished brought a strange sense of relief.

The next time they were together, Luka felt it there, humming beneath the surface. She was laughing about something silly, her fingers gesturing animatedly, and he couldn’t help but watch her, knowing his song captured every single ounce of this feeling—a mixture of happiness and the familiar ache of watching her slip further away, like sand through his fingers.

But just as he began to relax, the familiar alarm chirped from her purse. Marinette’s laughter stilled, and her cheeks took on that familiar blush, her eyes darting down. Luka’s heart sank, even as he smiled and nodded, bracing himself for her inevitable goodbye.

“I, um… I really have to go,” she stammered, giving him that look. “I’m sorry, Luka.”

Before he could respond, he felt the weight of his own song pressing down on him, the words and music he’d poured out suddenly too real. He forced a smile, struggling against the wave of helplessness that always came at these goodbyes.

“It’s okay, Marinette. Go on, do what you have to do. I’ll… I’ll see you later.”

She looked at him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to say something—her lips parted as if to speak, her gaze flickering with something close to regret. But then she closed her purse with a snap, gave him a quick hug, and dashed off, leaving him alone once more.

As she disappeared around the corner, Luka picked up his guitar, cradling it close. He took a deep breath, let the emotions roll through him, and started to play, letting the notes fill the emptiness she left behind.

The notes filled the silence, resonating with the hollow ache in his chest as Luka lost himself in the song he’d written for her. He’d poured his feelings into it, but playing it now, alone in his empty room, felt bittersweet. The melody drifted through the air, its softness brushing against memories of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled.

But just as he was about to end the song, a soft knock startled him, breaking his concentration. Luka paused, his fingers frozen over the strings, heart thumping with a strange mix of surprise and hope.

He opened the door, and there she was—Marinette, looking slightly winded, her cheeks flushed with a faint pink. Her eyes softened when they met his, and he realized she was holding something tightly in her hands.

“Marinette?” Luka asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment.

“I… I couldn’t just leave.” She offered him a small smile, hesitating as she stepped inside. “I kept thinking about how you always let me go, no questions asked, and I realized how unfair that is to you. I’m always running off, and you never complain.” She looked down, embarrassed, but there was something vulnerable in her expression, something he hadn’t seen before.

Luka closed the door behind her, his heart racing as he tried to find the right words. “I just want you to be happy, Marinette. Even if that means letting you go sometimes.”

“I know,” she murmured, looking up at him with those same big, pleading eyes, but this time, he felt a new intensity behind them. “But that’s just it—I don’t want to keep leaving you. I don’t want to keep making you wait.”

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his, and he felt his breath hitch. Her hand was warm against his, grounding him in the present moment. “I didn’t come here just to say sorry,” she continued, her voice soft, “but to tell you that… I think it’s time I stop running away.”

Luka felt his throat tighten, unsure if he was reading too much into her words, but the look in her eyes held him in place, hopeful and honest.

“Luka, I want to be here with you. All of me,” she whispered, and for the first time, she leaned into him without hesitation, pressing her lips softly to his.

He pulled away, too unsure, too full of doubt. “What do you mean? I don’t mind when you have to go Marinette.” 

She melted in front of him. “I know,” she latched on to him, “I know and I love that about you, but you shouldn’t have to be.”

He shook his head, “You say you have to go. If you have to then there’s nothing more to say.” 

She bit her lip and looked up. “I’m going to try something new. Something a little scary that means trusting more people and losing some control to delegate work, but it’s something I think should happen.” She met his eyes and was caught in them, “Something I need to happen, so I can have this.”

Luka's hand tightened around hers, heart pounding as he searched her face. “Are you… are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, afraid the wrong word might shatter this fragile moment.

Marinette nodded, her cheeks flushed and gaze steady, more certain than he’d ever seen her. "Yes. I want this. I want us, Luka.”

Luka pulled her close, his fingers threading into her hair as he captured her lips in a kiss that was full of all the longing, all the waiting, that had built between them. Her hands slid up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck as she leaned in, melting against him with a soft sigh. They moved together, slow and tender, each touch and kiss a confirmation, a promise that they were finally choosing each other.

Breathless, she pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands still tangled in his hair. “I don’t want to leave you waiting anymore,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain. Luka's heart surged, and he pressed his forehead against hers, taking in her closeness.

“Then don’t,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. He held her gaze, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her cheek, anchoring them in this moment. “Stay with me tonight, Marinette. Just us.”

She nodded, her fingers curling into his shirt as her face softened with relief and anticipation. They eased onto the bed, holding each other close, as if they were both afraid to let go.

Every kiss, every touch, felt like an answer to all the quiet, unanswered questions between them. They explored each other slowly, savoring every moment, every breath. Luka traced his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, his touch worshipful, wanting to make her feel how much she meant to him. Their kisses deepened, the room quiet but for their breaths and soft sighs, their connection overwhelming yet peaceful.

As they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, Luka could feel her heart beating in sync with his, a rhythm he’d felt in every song he’d written, every word he’d been too afraid to say. And as he held her close, he realized he didn’t need the right words anymore—she was here, choosing him, and that was everything.

Luka felt his heart race as Marinette’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her lips, soft and warm against his, deepened their kiss with an intensity that sent shivers through him. He let his hands roam, fingertips tracing a line from her jaw down to her collarbone, feeling her breath hitch beneath his touch. The gentle curve of her neck, the softness of her skin—all of it felt like something he’d waited a lifetime to explore.

They moved together in a wordless rhythm, the energy between them building, each moment more electric than the last. He felt her hands slide down his shoulders, her touch growing bolder, lingering over the muscles she found beneath his shirt. She pressed herself closer, her chest rising and falling in sync with his as his thumb stroked her cheek, their faces so close he could feel the warmth of her breath.

When she drew back to look at him, her eyes were heavy with emotion, her cheeks flushed. Without breaking their gaze, he let his fingers trail along the hem of her shirt, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and he slipped it off her shoulders, revealing the beautiful skin beneath. Her breath quickened as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her collarbone, letting his lips linger as he savored the taste of her, the warmth radiating from her skin.

Marinette’s hands found their way beneath his shirt, her touch tentative but eager, fingers gliding over his chest as she pulled him even closer. He shivered at the feeling, his body responding to every touch, every delicate brush of her hands against him. His lips traveled from her collarbone up to her neck, pressing a series of slow, tender kisses that left her breathless, his hands roaming her sides as he memorized every inch of her.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, each one stoking the fire between them. Luka could feel the tension building as he held her, his hands tightening around her waist, her name a whispered prayer on his lips. She responded with the same need, her own hands exploring him, tracing the lines of his body as if she were committing him to memory.

He pulled back for a moment, just to look at her, to take in the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, and the way her eyes sparkled with the same intense longing he felt. Without a word, they came together again, their bodies pressed so close there was no space between them, their kisses deepening, intensifying, filling the room with the warmth and passion that had been building between them for so long.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered—no alarms, no fleeting goodbyes. Just Luka and Marinette, together, caught in each other’s arms, finally surrendering to the unspoken bond they’d held between them for so long.

He could feel the need underneath the give of her skin. It was pooling and pooling as his deft fingers swiped over her soft stomach quickly before looking back up to her face. He imagined she looked a lot like  he used to as he tried his best imitation of her blue-bell beg.

It must have worked, because her hips lifted off the bed and her eyes began to water. “Please,” she pleaded, and by god Luka knew she was real. Her voice rang out in his room better than any dream could conjure, he wished he had recorded it. Pecking her exposed navel gently before unbuttoning her pink jeans Luka briefly considered asking if he could record her, the audio that is, but decided it was probably for the best to save that for later.  For now, he had work to do.

Luka’s breath caught in his throat as he unbuttoned her jeans, his fingers trembling slightly. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his pulse quickened at the intimacy of the moment. Marinette's eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of trust and anticipation, urging him forward.

“Luka,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, sending a thrill through him. He could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, how her lips parted slightly as she waited for him, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was about to embark on the most beautiful journey of his life.

He pushed her jeans down gently, revealing the delicate lace of her underwear, and he took a moment to appreciate her beauty, marveling at the way she glowed in the soft light of the room. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, as if saying it too loudly might disrupt the magic of the moment.

Marinette’s cheeks flushed deeper at his words, her confidence shining through the shyness. “Just you wait,” she teased, a playful glint in her eye that sent another surge of warmth through him.

With a soft laugh, Luka leaned in, pressing kisses along her hips, trailing his lips over her skin, savoring every inch as he moved closer to the waistband of her underwear. She shivered at his touch, and he could feel her body responding to him, each kiss igniting a fire within them both.

“Luka…” her voice was more pant than speech, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, and found her eyes filled with desire. It was an invitation, and he couldn’t resist.

“Marinette,” he whispered back, feeling a rush of affection wash over him as he pressed his lips against her waistband. He hesitated for just a moment, wanting to savor the anticipation before pulling the fabric down ever so slowly. He wanted to explore her, to worship her, and he wanted her to feel cherished in every way.

As her underwear slipped away, he couldn’t help but admire her—beautiful, confident, and entirely his in this moment. He leaned closer, his heart racing as he pressed his lips against her skin, trailing soft kisses down her thighs, feeling her quiver beneath his touch. Each kiss was a promise, an affirmation of the bond they were forging, one kiss at a time.

“Luka…” she sighed, her voice laced with longing, and it was a sound he could never forget. It was both a plea and a declaration, urging him to continue, to lose themselves in this moment together.

He could feel the tension building, the heat of her body mixing with his own, and he reveled in it, lost in the sensation of her skin against his lips. Each kiss was a reminder of how far they had come, and the journey that lay ahead.

Luka pressed forward, his hands now gently cradling her thighs as he traced soft circles with his fingers, feeling her respond with a soft gasp. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, the words spilling from him as naturally as the music he loved. This was his song, the one he had always wanted to write, and Marinette was the melody that brought it all to life.

Their connection pulsed between them, a living, breathing entity that bound them together. As he leaned in closer, ready to explore her even more intimately, he felt her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him back for a moment.

“Luka, please…” she whispered again, her eyes pleading, and in that moment, he realized it wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was about the emotions they shared, the bond they had built on trust and vulnerability.

He cooed at the desperate sight she made laid out in front of him before finally bringing his lips to the most sensitive part of her.

Luka's heart raced as he kissed her, each movement deliberate and filled with purpose. The softness of her skin against his lips sent waves of warmth coursing through him, and he could feel the tension between them electrifying the air. As he took his time, exploring the sensitive areas with gentle kisses and teasing licks, Marinette’s breath hitched, her body arching towards him as if urging him to go deeper.

“Luka…” she breathed, her voice a mix of plea and encouragement. It was a sound that ignited something primal in him, pushing him to savor every moment, to take her higher and higher.

He could feel her fingers tighten in his hair, her grip shifting between gentle encouragement and desperate need. With every caress, he was rewarded with her gasps and soft moans, each sound urging him on. He kissed her with intention, a sweet urgency that mirrored the racing of their hearts. Luka reveled in the way her body responded to him, how she writhed under his touch, drawing him in deeper as he explored the contours of her.

Every kiss, every flick of his tongue was a conversation all its own, a language of love that needed no words. He lost himself in the taste of her, the sweet and intoxicating essence that was uniquely Marinette. He could feel her hips moving, seeking more of him, and it filled him with a sense of power, a need to make her feel every ounce of pleasure he could give.

“Look at me, Marinette,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and thick with emotion. He wanted her to see the sincerity in his eyes, the love that flooded his chest as he dedicated himself to her pleasure. When their gazes locked, her eyes were dark with longing, filled with trust and a desperate need that sent shivers of exhilaration through him.

“Luka, I…” she began, her voice faltering as he intensified his movements, swirling his tongue in delicate patterns that sent her spiraling. He held her gaze, watching as her breath quickened, her cheeks flushed with heat.

“Just feel, Marinette,” he urged softly, grounding her in the moment. “Let everything else fade away.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin, amplifying the pleasure coursing through her as he pulled back just enough to watch her face transform with every kiss.

With a newfound fervor, he licked, kissed, and teased, giving in to the rhythm of her body beneath his. Her gasps became more pronounced, a melody he wanted to keep playing over and over. Luka could sense the tension building within her, and he craved to take her to the edge and back again, to explore the depth of what they shared.

As she writhed beneath him, he felt her pulse quicken, the way her body tensed and released in waves of pleasure. “Luka, please…” she gasped again, her voice thick with desire, and he could see she was close, teetering on the edge of something breathtaking.

“Just a little more, love,” he whispered, kissing his way up her thighs, lingering for a moment to tease before returning to the source of her need. He worked diligently, determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure, to hold her hand through the bliss he knew was just within reach.

“Luka!” Her voice rang out like a bell, filled with urgency and passion, urging him on as he poured everything he had into their connection. He felt the world around them fade, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating in unison and the shared gasps of breath mingling in the air.

Finally, he felt her body shatter around him, her cries of ecstasy echoing in the room as waves of pleasure washed over her. Luka savored the sight of her unraveling, the way her back arched and her chest heaved, a beautiful masterpiece he had the honor of witnessing.

As she came down from the high, he pulled back to look at her, the love and adoration in his gaze unmistakable. Marinette’s eyes fluttered open, filled with a mix of awe and gratitude as she met his gaze, her cheeks still flushed from the intensity of their moment together.

“Luka…” she breathed, her voice soft, a smile spreading across her lips as she reached out to cup his face. “That was… incredible.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “Just wait. We’re just getting started,” he said, the promise of more lingering in the air between them, an electric charge that hinted at the depths of what they had yet to explore.

With that, he leaned in for another kiss, full of love and desire, the world around them fading away once more as they melted back into each other, hearts beating as one. She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips, coating his tongue. 

“I need,” she whined, bucking her hips in the air and meeting nothing, “please,” she gasped, holding tight to him. 

“My pretty girl,” he praised, petting her softly. It felt so good to be the one helping her, so good to be the only one making her feel this way. The way she gasped his name, the way she begs, he needs to spoil her, show her happiness she never thought possible, spoil her rotten for anyone else.

Luka's heart raced at her words, each plea igniting a fire deep within him. "What do you need, Marinette?" he asked, his voice low and filled with sincerity. He wanted to give her everything, to be the one who made her feel cherished and wanted in every way possible.

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with longing. "I want you," she breathed, her voice thick with desire, "I want all of you." The vulnerability in her gaze sent a surge of warmth through him, and he felt a rush of affection that eclipsed everything else.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, wanting to make sure she felt ready for this next step. "I want to make this perfect for you."

Marinette nodded, her determination clear as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. "I’m sure, Luka. I want you to be with me—completely," she insisted, her voice steady and earnest.

He felt a thrill at her words, a mixture of excitement and responsibility that made him want to protect her heart even more fiercely.

He brought his fingers down to meet her, two parting her lips and the middle one finding her entrance with  no difficulty. She was dripping. Adding the second finger in cautiously, Luka realized she must want this as much as he does. Looking at her face she was in no discomfort, no cries of pain, only eyes growing cloudier by the second  and lips bound to bleed with how tightly she bit them.

"Okay," he said softly, and with a gentle caress, he lined himself up with her, their bodies perfectly aligned, heartbeats echoing in unison.

As he entered her slowly, he paused, wanting to savor the moment, to feel the connection blossom between them. The world outside faded into nothingness as he focused solely on her, the warmth enveloping them like a cocoon. Marinette's breath hitched as she adjusted to him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, urging him on with a look of raw need.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment, the intimacy that bound them together, stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

"Yes, Luka. Just… please," she gasped, her eyes sparkling with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability that took his breath away.

With a gentle nod, he began to move, slow and deliberate, wanting to give her time to adjust, to feel every sensation wash over her. He pulled out slowly, until he felt tight muscles clench on his head as he nearly left her, before rocking back in. Each thrust was met with soft gasps and sighs that echoed around them, a sweet melody of their joining. He could feel her body responding to him, heat pooling between them as she shifted against him, meeting him with every thrust.

“Just like that,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You feel so good.”

Luka’s heart soared at her words, filling him with a sense of purpose. He wanted to give her everything she craved, to make this moment unforgettable. He picked up the pace slightly, his movements fluid and rhythmic, driving them both closer to the edge.

The world around them vanished as they became lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and tenderness that felt both primal and ethereal. With every thrust, every shared breath, he felt the connection between them grow stronger, a bond that transcended everything else.

Marinette's eyes shone with a mix of wonder and ecstasy, her voice lifting with each movement as she surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through her. “Luka, I… I can’t believe this is real,” she murmured, her hands tracing his back, pulling him closer as if she wanted to meld into him completely.

“It’s real,” he assured her, his voice thick with emotion as he held her gaze. “You’re real. This is us.” He leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss, feeling the electricity between them pulse as they moved together, lost in their world.

As they reached a fever pitch, Luka felt the tension in her body build, the way she tightened around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on with each breathless moan. “Luka, I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice thick with need, and it sent a rush of exhilaration through him.

“Let go for me, Marinette,” he whispered, his heart pounding as he pushed them both closer to the edge. “I’m right here with you.”

He brought a finger to her clit and began circling it in tight movements concentrated on the sharp nerves. He set an unrelenting pace as his fingers damn near vibrated. 

With a few more powerful thrusts, he felt her body tense, the moment of release crashing over her like a wave, taking him with her. Her cries echoed in the room, pure and beautiful, filling him with a sense of wonder and joy as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through them both.

Luka felt the world around them blur as he followed her over the edge, their bodies entwined in the most intimate connection imaginable. Every sensation was heightened, each pulse of pleasure echoing through them, creating a bond that felt unbreakable.

As they both came down from their high, he held her tightly, their bodies tangled together, hearts still racing. Marinette looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with joy and satisfaction, and he couldn’t help but smile back at her, feeling an overwhelming sense of love wash over him.

“Wow,” she breathed, still catching her breath. “I… I didn’t know it could be like that.”

 “You were amazing, Marinette,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his heart swelling with affection.

She blushed at his compliment, a shy smile spreading across her lips. “We were amazing.”

He chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “Yeah, we really were.”

As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, Luka knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful— he was so goddamn happy to be with her.

[miraculous-the-spectacle]

y’all hear me out miraculous au right?

marinette gets her miraculous that first day of school and only marinette.

master fu, tired and sick, knows his times running out and chooses his first Ladybug. he teaches her as much as he can, as much as he remembers, and entrusts her with the miraculous box. he transfers possession and leaves her to face hawk moth armed with knowledge instead of companions.

ladybug saves the day but the toll it takes on marinette is much larger. she fights an army through one on one battles until she’s revered but exhausted. without chat noir’s demeanor and charisma the public view of superhero’s are more akin to saints than celebrities. the people of paris rely on her.

marinette is paris’ only hero for five years; her scope of a normal life blurs as she becomes consumed by the mask and it’s responsibilities until being ladybug is the only thing she knows.

her high school years pass in a blur of late assignments, bailed hang outs, and akuma attacks. at the end of the night her feet ache along with her head but she swears it’s the happiest she could be.

a showdown with hawk moth leaves both worse for ware and ultimately ends in a stalemate; neither side able to recover enough lost ground to turn the tides. hawk moth goes underground, ladybug recovers before deciding to hang up the mask until the dust settles.

she learns to start choosing herself. she remembers the girl who started all of this, the one she thought she lost when she first learned about kwami and the miraculous used to wield them.

she sees more of her friends, peruses her passions, and her health slowly starts to recover from its seemingly never ending spiral during the constant crisis. she remembers peace.

the legend of ladybug goes down in art and history as the era of miracle seems to come to an end, until Hawkmoth resurfaces with far more power and knowledge than before. marinette must once again chose between her city and herself.

too weak and weary to face the fight alone marinette must decide if it’s worth sacrificing the remaining childhood of one of her peers to gain an ally- as well as decide who she can truly trust after having kept the world at such a distance. this is where our story begins.

Seeing The Sun

first chapter coming to ao3 January 12th 2025