the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

hades and persephone

requests???¿¿??¿??¿?¿

literally no one's going to comment forever alone

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

disclaimer: this is obviously not what i think i mean have you met me so basically it's just for the one-shot

Scott nervously edged into the judgement room, playing with his fingers. He glanced fearfully up at the man on the throne, but quickly looked down at his feet, chewing his lip nervously.

"State your name."

Scott flinched at the man's voice and glanced up at him again. "S-Scott, sir."

"Why are you here in my humble abode?"

"Um, I- I'm gay..."

The man's face lit up and he moved to the edge of his throne, watching Scott eagerly. "Really? You're gay?" Scott hesitated, but he nodded. "Yes, sir," he said quietly, looking up at him. The man bit back a smile and got up, walking down the steps to circle Scott. The blond stood tensely, his hands trembling with fear. "You're quite beautiful, Scott," the man commented quietly, trailing his eyes up and down Scott's body. Scott didn't believe him, but he just nodded slightly and wrapped his arms around himself. "Th-Thank you, sir."

The room was silent for a few moments while the man observed him. After a moment, he stepped away and smiled at Scott. "You're my queen now." Scott blinked and looked up at him in surprise. "Y-Your queen?" The man nodded, taking Scott's hand and beginning to lead him out. "Yep. You're beautiful, and based on your reports, you've been nothing but kind to the world and therefore the only reason you were brought down here is because of God's stupid 'no gays' rule. Really, that guy is supposed to love everyone. Anyway, I like you so I'm going to keep you," he said, and Scott looked around the grand castle with wide eyes as he followed the man. "K-Keep me?"

"Yep. I'm Mitch and I'm gay, hence why I was sent down here. Are you comfortable with sleeping with me in my room?"

Poor Scott was still trying to figure out what was going on. "Um, n-no, sir."

Mitch sighed, but took Scott to another room instead of the huge one where they'd been headed. "Alright. I waited a century, I can wait a bit longer," he muttered almost to himself. Scott frowned slightly, feeling bad, but he didn't say anything. Mitch sat him down on the bed and kissed his forehead, almost lovingly. "Stay here, Scotty. I have to finish determining whether today's deaths will experience eternal damnation or not, so just sit tight until I finish. I'll show you around and maybe we'll cuddle a bit, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and stalked off without another word.

Scott stared blankly after him, still not fully understanding what just happened. He was the queen of the underworld now? Why would Mitch pick him? Scott was almost sure there had been plenty of other gays sent down there, and all of them were prettier than him, he was sure of it. Mitch deserved better.

As he'd promised, Mitch returned a few hours later, and he gave Scott a tour of the castle they inhabited together. There wasn't anyone else there, so Scott could imagine how lonely it would get. When they finished, Mitch waved his hand, smiling as a flower crown appeared on Scott's hair. "There," he murmured softly, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Scott's forehead. Scott blushed and closed his eyes as he felt Mitch's lips on his skin, shyly peeking up at him when he pulled away. Mitch smiled and patted Scott's cheek. "See? Adorable. Now, do you feel okay with cuddling with me?" Scott hesitated, but he'd always wanted to be held, so he shyly nodded. Mitch smiled wider and nodded as well, taking Scott's hand again. He led him back to his room just in case the blond fell asleep and closed the door behind them, even though there was no one else that might see them. "What do you normally wear to sleep, darling?"

"Um, l-long-sleeved pajamas, s-sir..."

"No, don't worry about calling me 'sir' anymore, baby. And you're much too beautiful for long sleeves. Here." Mitch looked in the wardrobe and retrieved a loose tank top with soft pajama pants, then turned and passed them to Scott. "Put this on. The bathroom's right there." Scott blushed, but went into the bathroom and obediently changed. When he emerged, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, Mitch had already changed into just sweatpants without a shirt. Scott blushed more and looked down, but Mitch clicked his tongue disapprovingly and removed Scott's arms. "No, sweetheart. You're beautiful. Now come here, I'll hold you." He laid down on the bed and opened his arms for Scott, and the other boy obediently crawled into Mitch's arms, though his muscles remained tense. Mitch just closed his eyes and rubbed gentle circles into his back to calm him down, and slowly, Scott relaxed. He closed his eyes and hid his face in Mitch's neck, purring softly.

Mitch smiled the sound and opened his eyes to look down at him, moving his hand up to run his fingers through his hair. Scott purred louder and nuzzled against his hand, subconsciously moving closer to him. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

True to his word, Mitch carefully maneuvered out from underneath him and tucked him under the covers, brushing his hair out of his face to kiss his forehead. "Goodnight, my queen," he whispered, and with that, he turned and quietly left the room.

+++

It was the middle of the night, and Mitch was fast asleep in his room. At first, he didn't hear the soft whimpers of fear and pain from Scott's room.

The poor boy was having a nightmare. In his life, he'd been tortured with them almost every night. Every night he'd wake up crying, a dark memory from his past replaying over and over in his head. You see, Scott hadn't had the best life. His parents neglected him and he was bullied at school, and when he'd graduated, his job wasn't the best and he was barely hanging on. Eventually, he couldn't take the pain anymore and killed himself.

Mitch jolted awake as he heard the loud yelp of pain, looking wildly around for the source of the noise. Slowly, he remembered his new queen, and his eyes widened as he rushed into his room. Scott was tossing and turning in the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "P-Please don't hurt me..." he whispered pathetically, and Mitch's heart would've broken if he had one. He rushed to Scott's side and gently shook him awake.

Scott jumped as he woke up, his chest heaving. At first, he didn't appear to recognize where he was, and it wasn't until Mitch spoke did he remember the events of the previous day. "Are you okay?" Mitch asked gently, and Scott sniffled as he slowly shook his head. Mitch frowned, climbing in bed beside him and opening his arms. Scott immediately tucked himself under his chin, hiding his face in his chest.

After that, it didn't take him long to fall back asleep, finally feeling safe in Mitch's arms.