Authors Note:

Hi there! Welcome to my alternate universe of Miraculous. A lot is the same but in some ways different. I hope I can take the world I have concocted and knit it properly into a story all can understand and enjoy reading. My story will be focused on my favorite character Luka and his battles of depression, anxiety, grieving and finding love. As one may guess, he is a full time hero. He has been since the first attack by Hawkmoth. He did work along the sides of the wielder of The Cat Miraculous and The Ladybug.

For my story however, Marinette will not be Ladybug, I do apologize if that is disappointing. She has never met Luka. Along with, I have altered each Miraculous and again, sorry to disappoint anyone, especially if a Kwami is your favorite is now gone but I have in a sense combined powers of Miraculous and basically deleted half the Miraculous from the universe. I have set buffers to keep the Miraculous from being overpowered which will be explained as best as possible in the story and or the artist notes for chapters. But this is to one, give less characters to juggle but along with I felt a lot of the kwamis could just be combined together having such similar powers.

I will put up a disclaimer. I am not a songwriter. I will be using song references and will give credit for the song in the artist notes or in the chapter if able. Most music is music I was vibing with for the moment. Not all have a significant meaning. Some will. Some won't. This story will have action but it's main focus is going to be mainly emotional and events then battling.

I love romance too. So warning readers on that. Along with, I have the ideas planned but still writing as I go. So as of right now, unsure if writing will have smut but I will label it under age restriction just in case. If you notice any inconsistency please let me know; I apologize in advance.

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoy my story!

His body thrashed under the covers as the fabric coiled to his sweat covered limbs like pythons constricting their prey. Panic rushed through his blood stream as it turned colder than ice as goosebumps sprouted along his skin like tulips in spring. His bare chest rapidly moved with each hyperventilating pant. His muscles tensed so hard that it felt as if they were going to tear. A scream echoed in his lucid dream causing him to gasp himself awake in the dead of night. His body began to shake as it felt like chains were tying his body down to his mattress.

He could not move.

His lips quivered as nothing escaped his lips.

He could not speak.

Tears began to weld up in his powder blue eyes as his throat closed and ached as he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to plead for help. But most of all he wanted these nightmares to stop. His heart jumped as a small noise escaped the back of his clogged throat finally. What was only seconds of being awake felt like minutes going by to him not being able to move. His arms laid along his sides and they shook as he took as much of his energy to get them to even move a small bit. They felt like bags of sand with a hole in its side. Heavy but over time, the sand would flow out like an hourglass and his arms would begin to move inch by inch as the heavy feeling began to lighten.

The dream felt light years away but it still lingered on his skin. Blackened body turning to ash. Shaking limbs. A scream that the imagination couldn't even conjure up the pain and agony behind the vibrating chords but his memory knew this scream too well. It echoed his skull every day and night. A puff of smoke surrounded his body and vision being obstructed. Air being sucked from the inside and out of his lungs and before his life is taken, he wakes wondering if that event is still happening. Did he die? Or was it a dream? Was him waking from a dream the actual dream? Anxiety. Anger. Fear. Every emotion spewing and triggering every neuron in his limbic system.

His eyes searched the wood panel ceiling as his heart continued to pound hard in his rib cage. His heart felt like a prisoner, wanting to break free and run away. "S-S-Sass…" his raspy voice stuttered. More tears began to flow and his vision blurred as his little snake kwami floated into view. A familiar face eased him but his emotions began to pour as a whimper rattled his teeth.

"I'm here Luka, breathe slowly and concentrate on my voice." Sass whispered softly. Luka couldn't nod but closed his eyes as the tears streamed his cheeks as a way to respond. "Try and move your index finger my friend." He floated and touched his left index finger. "Can you move this one?"

Luka inhaled sharply as his fingers felt numb but as he concentrated his mind onto his hand, his index twitched and then bent outward. He did this motion a few times and then as instructed he moved the next finger. He soon started to feel his hands once again. It felt like ages but soon he was able to sit up right but continued to shake; however not from fear but from rage. His ice cold blood was now boiling with anger as his shoulders shook. His knees clung to his chest as he hung his head low between. "S-Sass, I just w-want one night." He breathed heavily, the heat of his breath against his calves, feeling like flames escaping a dragon's raging lips. His hands shook in tight fists as his knee rapidly taped up and down nervously. "Let's try getting back into meditating." Sass advises and then jumps back, staring along Luka as the side of his fist hits the wall. "I can't." He spat. "I told you, every time I do. As soon as I descend, I quickly drop and it feels like I am falling from the sky." Luka shielded his eyes with his palm as he felt his world shift but his own touch was a way to calm himself.

"If you let that feeling pass, it may be your mind trying to tell you something."

He may be right but it still made Luka fearful, what could possibly be beyond his falling astral spirit telling him? Luka looks to Sass and then against the wall. He couldn't make eye contact with his friend. He feared more tears would escape and he would lose himself in the emotions. But he also feared taking further anger out on his little Kwami.

"Sass. No. I'm sorry my friend. But I'm not ready for that. I just want things to go back to normal."

"I know but you are still mourning, your body and mind will heal over time. It's not good to try and force yourself to be better." Sass floated to the front of his wielder's face as he was trying desperately to not look at him. Luka was amazing at giving advice but taking advice was not his forte. "Luka can't mask his feelings like he can put a mask on to be Viperion." Luka went to protest but Sass cut him off. Luka inhaled sharply as he turned away from Sass. "Let me finish. You need to mourn as long as you need to mourn. I am sorry that I can't help you more than just listening. Kwamis can't understand these emotions. It saddens me that I can't empathize with your fear and sadness. But I know you are in pain. Wounds take time to heal. You lost a lot this year. It's only natural to feel this. You lost your mom, your teammate, and-"

"Sass scales slither." He whispered. Sass gasped as he was sucked quickly into his Miraculous. The shifting light danced along the wood treated walls as the room grew silent.

Viperion's lips quivered as a whimper escaped his lips. He both regretted doing that but he felt it was best. He lost so much indeed but he'd rather try step forward then step backwards. He doesn't want to think about the past. It only hurts. It makes him feel even more alone.

Viperion shook his head as his blue tipped bangs fell in front of his tear covered eyes as he grinded his teeth. "I-I'm sorry my friend. Thank you. I just-" Viperion whispered and his once blue eyes now shined red looked out the porthole across from his bed. The lights of nearby buildings twinkled. "I need air, not a reminder."

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"A lonely snake slither across land to find something to bring him true happiness."