One-Shots

But It's You Who's Dying on Her Ruby Plains

Description: FINALLY okay, so basically, this is confusing. Shouto is an Incubus (a male demon that feeds off of s e x), and Katsuki along with the bakusquad and a few other characters are demons (Katsuki's the demon king tho because he is a king) uh and Bakugou's being a biotch and isn't letting Shouto feed so-

I'm super proud of this one even though I don't think it turned out good but...

Not for le children, I hope you guys stay h a p p y and h o l y :D

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Shouto was having a shit day.

He'd been followed around the castle by an apparent stalker - human, by the scent of it, they always had a way of sneaking in even if Mina and Denki do their job - in which the heterochromatic demon cornered and beat the shit out of (when will Shouto admit he kills the stalker every time?) The stalker's goals were the same as always, and as much as Shouto wanted to let them take control and be fed, he held back instead of using a brutal beating to keep his thoughts and inner demon to himself. He had a very loyal nightmare that would please him whenever he's okay.

He's utterly fabulous except for the fact his husband has declined him every time these two weeks and a half.

The incubus shuffled into the meeting corridor after that, tired and bloody. The king's crew didn't bat an eye at Shouto as he slammed open the door to the reasonably big room and sat in his velvety red seat next to a larger, more detailed one engraved with golden symbols. It was a natural occurrence that he was cranky; everyone knew he acted like a bitch most days. It's why they never got on the King's wrong side because when Katsuki's pissed, Shouto tends to rile up as well, and two bitchy leaders are too much of a handful.

"He'll come around to it, Shouto; you do realize Katsuki needs to feed too, right? He's probably waiting to make you angrier. I think the best thing to do is let him have some fun, and in the meantime, have some fun yourself, yeah? And if it doesn't work and you start feeling dizzy again, come right to me!"

Momo was right; Katsuki needed to feed as well, but Shouto was starving and eating cold soba all day isn't helping anymore; it's gotten to the point where he can't be near his brother or Hitoshi because they both reek of sex, and it makes him tired and needy.

He hears shuffling as the soldiers (plus Hitoshi) stand, their chatter quieting as they bow their gaze at the wooden table. Shouto scrunches his face when he catches hold of the sweet scent of caramel and death flowing from a stupid idiot demon.

"Alright, fuckers."

Katsuki's rich, husky voice brought nothing but shivers down Shouto's spine, his inner incubus whining and begging himself to submit as Shouto clears his throat.

Shut the fuck up.

The demon king finds his seat in the plush chair to Shouto's right, bringing his feet onto the desk and sighing as the residents of the room sit, a pregnant silence before Eijirou peeks into the conversation.

"Bakugou, we have an excellent plan this time, we swear!"

The blond sighs, his eyes are rolling before landing on Shouto's, red meeting turquoise and gray as he speaks, "You said that last time, Eijirou." He sighs again, breaking contact with his husband.

That son of a bitch, he's doing this on purpose.

The redhead points to the paper lying flat on the table.

"We know Endeavor has guards here and here," he begins as Shouto tunes in, ignoring the pounding in his head, "and we know Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Rei's bedrooms are here, here, and here. So our goal is to invade via underground or above - your choice - and get the three out as quickly as possible. We'd have guards stationed at all points we talked about, and I'd be waiting at points B or S, depending on which you choose."