Random BL One-Shots

Chained Prisoner of the Past Mind

TW Mentions of Abuse: Internalized Shame and Haunted by the Past.

The moon hung low over the city's skyline, casting shadows that stretched along the damp streets. Nox stood by a flickering streetlight, staring at the rain-soaked pavement. He looked every bit the part of a man who'd lost his way, shoulders hunched, dark hair hiding eyes filled with regret. The city had always felt suffocating, but now, with Leviathan back, it was like the walls were closing in.

The faint sound of footsteps behind him barely registered until a soft voice broke through the rain. "You alright?"

Nox flinched but didn't turn immediately. His grip on his jacket tightened as he struggled to maintain his composure. When he finally glanced back, Onyx stood there calm, kind, and too perceptive for Nox's comfort.

"I'm fine," Nox mumbled, shifting his weight. But his tone was hollow, betraying the lie.

Onyx took a step closer, unfazed by Nox's attempt to push him away. "You don't have to be."

That simple sentence cut deeper than Nox anticipated. He wanted to retreat, to crawl back into the darkness that had become his shield. But there was something about Onyx, something disarming, as if he could see the invisible chains wrapped around Nox, pulling him further into his own prison.

"People always say that" Nox muttered, bitterness creeping into his voice. "But they don't know. They don't see."

"I see enough," Onyx replied softly. "Enough to know that whatever's haunting you doesn't have to control you."

Nox turned away, struggling against the unexpected swell of emotions. It wasn't the first time someone had tried to offer help, but it was the first time in a long while he found himself wanting to believe it.

The moment shattered when a familiar, venomous voice cut through the air. "How touching."

Nox's body stiffened at the sound of Leviathan. The man stepped out from the shadows, tall and imposing, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. Leviathan's eyes gleamed with malice, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he regarded Nox.

"You're still playing the tragic hero, I see," Leviathan sneered. "I thought we'd left that behind."

Onyx's expression hardened as he instinctively positioned himself between Nox and Leviathan. "Who are you?"

Leviathan ignored the question, focusing only on Nox. "You think someone like him can save you?" He gestured to Onyx dismissively. "You're a lost cause, Nox. Always have been."

Nox's fists clenched at his sides, the weight of Leviathan's words pulling him back into the suffocating darkness. Memories of their past flickered through his mind once they had been friends, or so Nox thought. But Leviathan had always thrived on control, manipulating Nox's vulnerabilities until he was a shell of himself.

"You don't belong here," Leviathan continued, his voice dripping with mock concern. "You never did. And deep down, you know it."

The words hit harder than Nox wanted to admit. His legs felt weak, and he hated that Leviathan still had this effect on him.

Just as Nox's resolve began to falter, another voice interrupted the tense standoff. "Back off, Leviathan."

Cyrus emerged from the alley his expression fierce as he positioned himself beside Nox. Cyrus had always been there for him, a steady presence in the chaos. He gave Nox a nod, his gaze never wavering from Leviathan.

"You think you can just waltz back in and pick up where you left off?" Cyrus growled. "Not happening."

Leviathan chuckled, an eerie sound in the silence. "Oh, Cyrus, always so loyal. But you can't protect him forever."